This Game Is Too Realistic

Pine Cone Farm.

The majestic wall of stone bricks and wooden piles encloses a large area of ​​land. On one side of the wall are densely packed houses, and on the other side are fields with traffic and fruit forests decorated with crushed snow.

Rather than saying it is a farm, it is better to say that it is a city in the classical era.

There are 10,000 to 20,000 people living inside the wall, forming a settlement with the market as the core, where officials, handicraftsmen, soldiers and their families live. There are 30,000 to 40,000 people living outside the wall, most of them are peasant households, more than half are serfs who have lost their freedom, and the other half are tenant farmers who leased land and have not yet gone bankrupt.

Everything here is the property of the farmer.

Whether it is land or people.

If Boulder City is an extreme product of industrialization under the coordination of the Production Department of the War Construction Committee, then this farm is the other extreme produced after the survivors' settlement grew freely.

There is no sign of industrialization here.

Although there is a near-future city not far away, there is no sign of inheritance here, not even a specious thing.

As for the reason, it is actually very simple.

It is impossible for the boat to move by itself when it stops there, either the wind blows or someone paddles.

For the ship Pine Cone Farm, these two elements are obviously not available. They are neither in the planning of the War Construction Committee, nor have the motivation to develop industries.

The farmer here bought a few machines from Boulder City, but the effect was not very satisfactory, and they were left in the warehouse to eat ashes over time.

To put it bluntly, whether it is a bankrupt serf or a tenant farmer on the verge of bankruptcy, they can all be regarded as the private property of the farmer.

Even if the poor ghosts were to wear new clothes, it would be nothing more than a new wallet for the money in the pockets of the farmers here, and it would be completely unnecessary.

But even so, Pine Cone Farm is much better than most of the survivors who are still in the tribal period.

At least some raider tribes are not their opponents at all, and the agricultural products here can be exported to the valley provinces in the north.

The direct exchange of rich agricultural products and economic crops for the industrial products of Boulder City can be said to be the economic lifeline of this farm in the past century.

It is no exaggeration to say that without the big landlords in Jushicheng, there would be no small and large landlords in Jinchuan Province.

Most of the farmers here will cooperate with the merchants in Boulder City, or simply raise a few loyal servants as spokespersons for their interests.

Pinecone Farm is no exception, and the owner here, Zhao Tianqian, is more ambitious than any other farmer on this land.

His father's generation had accumulated enough wealth for him, and a small settlement was no longer enough to satisfy his appetite.

He wants to build a huge and permanent kingdom in this wild land like the royal family of Luoxia province!

In order to realize this ambition, he showed an open-minded and learning attitude towards the talents and technologies in the wasteland, and used the savings he saved from the grain trade to recruit soldiers and hoard weapons.

However, just when he was full of ambition and was about to do a big job, a bad news suddenly came from the north.

A revolution broke out in Boulder City, and the Boulder Building collapsed overnight. The nobles in the inner city were either exiled or sent to the Alliance's prisoner-of-war camp for reform.

And his sponsors basically all fell in that revolution.

The news he heard on the radio at that time scared him into a cold sweat on the spot, and he didn't fall asleep for several days.

If you want to build a huge agricultural empire in the south, the support of the northern industrialists is indispensable. After all, he couldn't expect a group of ignorant farmers to learn to operate the machinery, and knowledge just happened to be something he couldn't give to those people anyway.

Now, however, his biggest partner is in the league.

Although the Alliance is also his trading partner, since the war in the west came to an end and the railway from the Sunset Province to the south of the River Valley Province opened to traffic, grain from the Sunset Province has almost completely replaced them.

This was almost fatal to the slave owners in Jinchuan province.

With the use of chemical fertilizers and high-yielding seeds, one mu of land can even support two or three people. Without the achievements of industry and primitive farming techniques, only three mu of land can support one person.

When the profits from exporting agricultural products cannot be exchanged for enough means of production and weapons to protect the means of production, the virtuous circle will be broken, and their good days will be over.

Although they will not go bankrupt immediately, the shrinkage of production activities is almost inevitable.

If there is no interference from external forces, they will completely exhaust the social wealth accumulated by trading with Boulder City in the past 100 years in about 20 or 40 years, until they enter a new cycle and stabilize again.

And their prosperity at this moment will also be transferred to oases in the desert along the railway that has been built.

Pine Cone Wood Farm is a little better. After all, the family has enough wealth. Even if the settlement of more than 50,000 people is left alone, a group of carpenters, blacksmiths, weavers, alchemists and other craftsmen will automatically emerge.

However, other small farmers were unlucky. Looking at the camu camu rotting in the forest, they had gradually tasted the bitterness of losing their gold owners.

Fortunately, the church forces from further south extended a helping hand to the locals in time.

Now that it is no longer profitable to grow common crops—

Then plant a little fruit.

The land planted with Naguo is no longer suitable for the growth of general crops, but the crops eroded by Naguo will grow extraordinarily vigorously.

The survivors who ate Nago are not only immune to all diseases, but also humble and docile, as industrious and well-behaved as puppets with strings.

Looking at it from another angle, they actually don’t need chemical fertilizers that much, and they don’t even need herbicides anymore, and all their needs for material desires will be satisfied.

Under the emerald green halo, man and nature will be perfectly integrated to realize the real I am natural.

In order to gain the support of the church forces in the south, Pine Cone Farm also introduced Naguo.

And the effect of Naguo did not disappoint Zhao Tianqian at all.

His serfs were no longer lazy after eating Naguo, and no one complained anymore. All of them were as docile as sheep and obedient.

They may not be good soldiers, and they may not be qualified for specialist positions, but they are definitely the best farmers and laborers.

It is also very simple to use them as cannon fodder. It is enough to give them a shot of Holy Water. The Torch Church has a potion that is immune to symptoms of addiction.

The withdrawal reaction can become a rope to tie them, and no one dares to be lazy anymore. In order to listen to the gospel of the Holy Son, they will work harder when they are awake.

However, unlike those farmers who broke their cans and smashed their pots, Zhao Tianqian was always worried about those magic sticks.

The royal physician he hired told him that the serfs who ate Nago were not really invulnerable to all poisons, but that their body functions had completely given up resistance to viruses and bacteria. Similarly, viruses and bacteria also lose their aggressiveness, and form a symbiotic relationship with the infected under the action of a special mycelium.

This caused the serfs to become breeding grounds for germs, and some normal people who did not eat Naguo would contract strange infectious diseases almost as soon as they got close to them.

Some tenants who were not forced to ration nago were also forced to eat nago because they did not have enough antibiotics and other medicines.

At first, Zhao Tianqian expected 20% of the residents to accept the baptism of the Holy Fruit. However, when he came to his senses, the entire settlement became believers of the Torch Church.

It seems that it is too late to stop...

In the magnificent manor mansion, a group of children are laughing and playing on the lush lawn.

In the main building not far away, Zhao Tianqian stood by the window and looked at the settlement surrounded by cooking smoke outside the window, with a trace of sadness written on his tightly knit brows.

He had never been so worried about the future of this settlement, nor had he been so confused about the future. However, at this moment, the feeling of not knowing where to go became more and more intense.

The fruits and beliefs brought by those believers solved most of the problems he faced, but the biggest problem was that he didn't know where those people would take him.

His throat was itchy for a while, and Zhao Tianqian couldn't help coughing into the towel.

He moved the handkerchief away from his mouth, but a faint trace of blood came into his eyes, which made his heart tighten involuntarily.

Oh shit!

After cursing a few words, he hurriedly took out a box of pills from his pocket, knocked out two pills in the palm of his hand and threw them into his mouth, grabbed the cup on the table and drank it with warm water.

After a while, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little more comfortable in his body.

Recently, for some reason, he had a small problem with his lungs. At first he took some medicine and he was fine, but the disease came back again and again, and now he is coughing up blood.

He himself doesn't know why this is happening, but coughing up blood is not a good sign.

At this time, there was a knock on the door,

Zhao Tiangan cleared his throat and stuffed the towel into his pocket.

Please come in.

The door opened.

An old man with gray sideburns came in. His name is Ma Zhongxian, he is the housekeeper of Pine Fruit Farm, and also the confidant of the owner.

Looking at Zhao Tianqian standing by the window, the old man nodded slightly and said respectfully.

grown ups.

Without much nonsense greetings, Zhao Tianqian immediately spoke.

Is there any news from Yang He?

Ma Zhongxian nodded and said.

Just now he reported to me that they have already purchased the weapons on the list, and the transport convoy is heading towards us... But because of the snow on the mountain road, they were delayed at the junction of the two provinces, and I am afraid it will take some more days to arrive.

Zhao Tian said irritably.

Make him quicker.

Ma Zhongxian nodded respectfully.

yes.

Zhao Tianqian glanced at the children playing outside the window, looked at the little girl sitting next to his daughter, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

At the beginning of December in previous years, Yang He, who went to Qingquanshui area to sell autumn grain, should have returned, but this year it was more than a month late.

But he wasn't worried about the merchant running away with the money.

That guy's precious daughter is still being held hostage in his hands.

I believe he will make the right judgment and know what to take and what not to take.

Seeing that the old butler had no intention of leaving, Zhao Tianqian continued to ask.

Anything else?

Yes, there is one more...

explain.

Ma Zhongxian hesitated for a moment, then whispered.

There has been no news of the apostle who went to Dust Town for three days, and the 41 militiamen he took away have not returned.

Zhao Tianqian frowned.

Why have you been here for so long?

three days.

Enough to go back and forth for two.

Ma Zhongxian said with a wry smile and shook his head.

I don't know... My suggestion is that we'd better send someone to see what's going on over there.

After clicking his tongue, Zhao Tiangan waved his hand impatiently.

You go and arrange it.

He doesn't like those magic sticks very much.

But it is also true that he has to rely on those guys at this moment.

As ordered.

Ma Zhongxian bowed slightly, and while exiting the door, he closed the door behind him.

Seeing the door close again, Zhao Tianqian, who finally couldn't hold back, covered his mouth with his right hand and coughed hard twice.

His palms became hot, and his heart sank slightly. When he moved his hands away from his mouth, he caught a glimpse of dark red blood in his palms.

No matter how calm he was, when he saw the bloodstain, he couldn't help feeling a little flustered in his heart.

Although he has supreme power in this settlement, he is only a mortal body after all, unable to escape life, old age, sickness and death.

Tsk...isn't that okay?

After some hesitation, he hurried back to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a silver box.

Open the box, and three emerald-colored fruits lie quietly inside.

These three fruits were presented to him by the apostle Zhang Zhengyang. It is said that they are the purest sacred fruits produced in the Holy Land, which can completely get rid of all diseases in the world.

Of course he didn't believe that guy's nonsense.

The remaining rationality told him that this was not a good thing.

Although the holy water can keep him awake, it also means that his mind and even his life will be in the hands of others.

If it was normal, he would never eat this stuff.

But at this moment, his physical condition seemed to no longer allow him to hesitate any longer.

He is in the prime of life, how can he show fatigue like an old man.

This inhabited place—and even the entire wasteland needs his mighty power. He still has a lot of work to do, so he can't fall here!

Just one word...

Zhao Tianqian comforted himself in his heart, took out the smallest emerald-colored fruit, and stuffed it carefully into his mouth.

The moment his lips and teeth met, the sweetness flowed into his throat along the taste buds, and the honey brew that seemed to be poured into the depths of his soul made him feel dazed for a while.

The comfort that followed immediately dispelled all the pain.

In his body, no matter what kind of life it is, it has reached a reconciliation under the action of some unknown force.

not only that--

He felt healthier and stronger than ever.

Holding his shoulders with both hands, Zhao Tianqian suddenly laughed.

Hehe...hahaha!

The laughter got louder and louder, so that it brought a hint of madness.

I see.

At this moment, he finally understood why those people couldn't stop...

...

On the hills about 100 to 200 kilometers away from Jinhe City, six modified trucks broke down on the side of the road, and orange gun flames flashed on the top of the slope not far away.

Twenty or so marauders were lying on the top of the slope, automatic rifles in their hands firing bursts of fire, pouring firepower from top to bottom.

The caravan guards were caught off guard, and dodged from the side of the truck in embarrassment, scrambling to hide behind a large rock, and using limited cover to fight back on the slope.

The shell casings fell to the ground with clangs, and the looter, who had ammunition chains wrapped around his shoulders and held the machine gun with both hands, shouted excitedly at the boss next to him.

Haha! We're going to get rich boss!

Take it easy! Don't break the goods on the car!

Wearing a fur hat, Wang Youhu's face was flushed with excitement, and his two mung bean-sized eyes fixedly stared at the convoy that had broken down on the side of the road, with a greedy gleam in his eyes.

The cargo on those six trucks contained hundreds of guns and hundreds of thousands of bullets!

With this batch of arms, let alone those small villages, he dared to snatch Boss Zhao's pine tree farm! It is no longer a dream for them hill wolves to help them become bigger and stronger!

However--

They obviously picked the wrong opponent.

Just as they were shooting, a team of fighters wearing jet-black exoskeletons touched the hillside beside them.

There was a short bang gunshot, and a stream of blood mist exploded from the head of the looter holding the machine gun, and he lay on the ground without saying a word.

Seeing this, the predator next to him was about to take over the machine gun. He just poked his head out of the cover, and then another shot came over.

In the blink of an eye, two people died.

The predator lying on the top of the slope finally came to his senses, and turned his gun to look at the flanking hillside. However, at the same time, a hail of bullets roared in, pressing them behind the bunker, unable to lift their heads at all.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the jet-black and shiny exoskeleton, and Wang Youhu's eyes flashed with horror, his greed was gone, and he looked at his brothers and cried out in surprise.

Damn, retreat!

K-10 Iron Wall Heavy Exoskeleton!

Why did the regular army of Boulder City come here? !

Before he had time to think about this question, he quickly gave up the bunker and fled towards the hillside behind him.

Seeing that the boss had run away, a group of younger brothers also gave up their positions one after another, scattered into the forest like birds and beasts, and even left behind the precious machine gun and dared not take it.

The battle is over.

Seeing that the looters had disappeared, Luo Yu didn't chase into the forest below the mountain, but walked to the side of the machine gun.

Kicking away the corpse lying on it, he stared at the machine gun with surprise in his eyes.

Good guy, even bandits are using Maxim.

This thing looks a bit old.

Eighty percent of them are armaments eliminated after the last wave.

After several equipment upgrades, the Alliance Army basically no longer uses this bulky water-cooled machine gun. Even the Maxim-II of Goblin Technology adopts an air-cooled structure imitating MG42, and the caliber has been increased from 7mm to 10mm.

As for this early Maxim-I, most of them were given to the merchants on the wasteland.

Some less developed survivor colonies are still very interested in this small-caliber machine gun with cheap bullets, high rate of fire, and strong suppression effect.

As for how it got into the hands of the predators, it is unknown.

Maybe they snatched it themselves, maybe some peddler sold it to them.

Seeing Luo Yu returning to the side of the convoy with a machine gun and a box of machine gun ammunition, a man in a leather jacket immediately walked up and asked a question with concern.

Are you OK?

The name of this NPC is Wu Wenzhou, he is the leader of the caravan, and also a subordinate of the entrusting employer.

I'm fine, those people have already run away... Ah, that's right.

Throwing the ammunition box and the Maxim in front of the NPC, Luo Yu continued speaking concisely.

Do you accept this thing?

Wu Wenzhou froze for a moment when he heard this sentence, obviously he didn't follow the train of thought of the person in front of him.

Seeing that this guy didn't look like he was joking, he squatted down and fiddled with the machine gun for a while, then looked at the ammunition box again, and said hesitantly.

Maintenance is a bit lacking, but it can still be used... how about 600 silver coins?

For the Maxim-II type, he remembers correctly that the market price is about 1000~1200 silver coins.

But this Maxim-I model has been discontinued, and the price on the black market may not be as good as the box of 7mm full-power bombs next to it.

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for him to give such a high price, 400 silver coins is the sky-high. But this guy saved their lives just now, so he didn't have the nerve to be stingy.

Hearing this offer, Luo Yu was overjoyed.

Six hundred!

Good guy!

This is more generous than mosquitoes!

Being a mercenary is too lucrative!

Telling his subordinates to throw the machine gun on the truck, Wu Wenzhou yelled at the subordinates behind him.

Hurry up, everyone is ready to go!

Over the forest and hills ahead, we can see our destination!

If you don't want to spend the night outside, we'd better hurry up and reach Hope Town before it gets dark. Otherwise, when it gets dark, those guys will be everywhere!

After hastily cleaning the battlefield, the group continued on their way.

Looking at the forest shrouded in mist in the distance, Luo Yu's heart surged when he thought of the Jinchuan Province under his feet.

I didn't expect that one day, I would be at the forefront of the version.

Unable to hold back the curiosity in his heart, he looked at the NPC next to him and asked a question.

What kind of place is that pinecone farm?

Wu Wenzhou, who was sitting next to him, said with a smile.

It's a big settlement there . . . but probably not as many buildings as in Boulder.

Quaint town?

Small town...that's out of the question.

When talking about this, Luo Yu obviously felt that the NPC's eyes were a bit complicated, and seemed reluctant to mention that place more.

Even if it is his hometown.

...Anyway, it's only a day or two away, and you'll know when you get there.

...

At the last moment when the dusk completely fell, the convoy heading for the Pine Cone Farm finally reached the edge of Hope Town.

At the same time, in Jinhe City tens of kilometers away, a Viper transport plane quietly approached the quiet urban area with a light blue arc light.

The city seems to be dead, the silent streets are lifeless, every building is like a cemetery, and every window is like a standing grave.

Like Qingquan City, there are a large number of xenomorphs active in the urban area here, but the difference is that there are no deadly mutant slime molds and broods here, and there is no annual wave.

Moving along the edge of the ruins of the high-rise building, the Viper transport plane moved forward silently, and finally stopped on the roof of an abandoned building.

Ye Shi, who was wearing power armor, jumped out of the cabin, stepping on the dry concrete floor with both feet.

Holding the LD-50 carbine in his hand, he carefully checked every corner of the roof, and after confirming that it was safe, he changed into the Gauss sniper rifle on his back, walked to the edge of the building, and crawled on the edge of the guardrail .

The landmark name of the mission coordinates on the pre-war map is Champion Biopharmaceutical Research Institute.

This company seemed to be quite famous before the war, and the Champion injection was their proud work, and the T-10 Champion power armor of the United Army before the war also seems to have an unclear relationship with this company .

The entire facility is divided into two floors above ground and underground.

There are four hundred-story buildings on the ground, and each building has an entrance leading to the ground.

According to the institute's information, the thousand cubic meters of liquid helium three are stored in a 1L high-pressure gas storage cylinder in the backup power supply of the underground research facility.

All they had to do was sneak in and empty out all the gas cylinders there.

The only trouble is that the underground security facilities are still working, and the information about the underground facilities is completely blank.

They didn't know what was being studied there, nor did they know the level of security there, and they didn't even know if any competitors were also eyeing things there.

The location has been reached, the mission coordinates are about 700 meters away from me, and the target situation is being confirmed...

Skillfully pasting the helmet eyepiece on the scope, Ye Shi glanced at the distant building, his face suddenly changed slightly.

Grass!

The sound of electric current flickered in the communication screen.

After a while, Lao Bai's voice came.

Ye Shi, what's the situation with you?

Mutants! And not just one or two... There are at least a hundred of them that can be seen outside!

The scope searched along the walls of the building, looking at the bunkers reinforced with concrete and iron sheets, Ye Shi said cursingly.

Damn, these guys have built a nest on it!

The voice fell, and the murmurs of a group of teammates spread in the communication channel.

Mutants?! What do those green skins want He-3 for?

They all know how nuclear fusion works?

Actually, there is no need to understand, as long as there is a residual nuclear fusion device... Isn't that what we did?

At this time, Fang Chang's voice came from the communication channel, interrupting everyone's communication.

Squad B has arrived at the location... there are surprisingly many people here. Although our firepower should have the upper hand, it is too close to that 'odd' tribe.

It's not a good idea to let them know we're after the same target, whatever they're looking for here, but they don't look like they've got it...or they wouldn't be patrolling here.

Lao Bai: Well, it makes sense.

Looking at the green head in the center of the front sight, Ye Shi rubbed the trigger with his index finger and said unwillingly.

Is that all for today?

Fang Chang said patiently.

Insufficient manpower, even if we attack by force, we need at least a group of people to help us contain the enemy's reinforcements, or launch a feint attack on their lair.

Otherwise, even if we get in, we will be dumbfounded when those mutants block the way out.

Lao Bai agreed with his point of view.

At least what we want is probably still inside, and there seems to be other things in it besides nuclear fuel... In short, let's report to the manager first.

Fine……

Taking one last look at that green head and that ugly face like a ghost, Ye Shi resisted the urge to shoot, and reluctantly put the gun away.

Lucky you!

The corner of the mutant's mouth was drooling, humming, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't realize that he had walked before the gate of hell.

Turning around and returning to the Viper helicopter, Ye Shi had just stepped into the cabin with his front foot, and was about to stand up, when a gunshot sounded suddenly from a distance, completely tearing up the silence of the night.

Hearing that voice, he was shocked immediately.

Fuck? !

Didn't you agree not to fight? !