This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 168: This game is probably planned by a P agency

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A gun is more convincing than words at any time.

Such as now.

Li didn't take too long to make a decision. He had no doubt that destroying these people in front of him didn't even require a charge.

Even though the refugees behind him were not willing, he still tried to convince them.

"We have no choice, they won't let us move forward, and we can't go back."

A ragged wastelander couldn't help shouting: "What if we hand over our weapons and they open fire on us?"

"So what if we don't hand over our weapons?" Li looked at the man and said, "They don't even need a charge to kill us."

The wastelander couldn't refute.

There are more than 180 of them in total, more than half of whom are old and weak, women and children, and the number of young and middle-aged men who can form combat effectiveness is less than 70...and this includes children over eight and under fourteen years old. Count the situation.

All the firearms add up to only about 20, and the rest are bows, arrows and spears. These equipment are enough to deal with some predators who are also struggling, but they can only hide far away when encountering a strong opponent. .

This is not the first time that they have been driven away from other survivor strongholds. Almost no one will open their living rooms in winter.

At least, these people didn't open fire directly when they had the ability to destroy them.

This is already the greatest kindness...

After the refugees put down their weapons, Chu Guang asked Wanwan to send two people in to collect their weapons. At the same time, he kept his promise and set up a large pot in the open space at the east gate.

Chu Guang would not be able to give them as good food as the players, but he would not watch these refugees starve and freeze in the cold wind.

He issued a task through VM and asked the tomatoes and scrambled eggs to go to the warehouse to collect 50 kilograms of green wheat and make a pot of porridge for them.

At the same time, let the man who called Li take the young and middle-aged labor force who can still work to establish a camp in the open space fifty meters away from the east gate.

The terrain here is undulating, and dead trees embedded in the snow can be seen everywhere. There are also concrete debris and a small amount of building debris that can be used.

Building a shack is an essential skill for every wastelander, and these people are no exception. After giving them some tools such as shovels and carts, the work went smoothly.

At the same time, the big pot at the east entrance was also set up. As the water in the pot boiled, Brother Scrambled Egg poured all the green wheat into it.

Wheat with an oxalic acid smell is difficult to make people appetite, and it takes a while to get rid of the astringent taste.

But this is for the players.

For those hungry people who are about to starve to death, even a little bit of turbid soup is a supreme delicacy.

The white gas floating on the pot made all the refugees swallow their saliva, and they built the camp even faster.

Standing behind Chu Guang and watching, several players whispered to each other.

"These people look so pitiful."

"It's quite pitiful, even the children are helping."

"But I didn't expect that people would come to this survivor stronghold just after it was built."

"This works too quickly."

Listening to the whispers of the players, Chu Guang also felt puzzled. Although he ordered the cigarette, he didn't expect that he would attract people here just the next day.

Why didn’t anyone come when the Pioneer was still there? At that time, there was a lot more smoke in the camp than now, and his little players got up early in the morning to cook for themselves.

It just happened to be here at this time!

If these refugees had come two days earlier, their food would have been much better than now. Those people on the Pioneer had no shortage of food and clothing, and they were even more pitiful than themselves. Chu Guang even dared to bet that as long as he expressed his willingness to accept these refugees, he believed that they would generously support him with supplies.

As for now, Chu Guang can only say that he will do his best.

While the refugees were setting up camp, Chu Guang asked Old Luca to make a census of their population.

There are 187 refugees in total, including more than 61 young men over 14 years old, and the rest are old, weak, women and children, and there are even 5 babies under one year old and 4 pregnant women.

Chu Guang estimated that when their team was at its largest, there should be about three to four hundred people. They may have lost half of their number along the way.

But even so, their situation is still much better than that of the nomads who settled near the Wetland Park.

If I remember correctly, Brother Iron Ax led his tribe all the way from the north of the river valley province. Even the men were almost dead when they got here, and they were even thinking about their own seeds.

The guards handed over their guns, but they were allowed to keep the knives, axes, and bows and arrows.

According to Wrench's statistics, they handed over a total of 23 iron tube rifles of different calibers, including 5 old-fashioned smoothbore rifles, which really surprised Chu Guang.

They actually got here relying on these equipment.

It’s really unimaginable.

"Sir, I was in their camp just now and found someone infected with typhoid fever." Luka, who returned from the refugee camp, reported to Chu Guang.

Chu Guang: "Is it serious?"

"I'm not sure. Most of them are in poor physical condition. Maybe they are hungry, maybe they are really sick...I can't tell," Luca said cautiously. "I'm worried that they will bring the plague. We have neither doctors nor enough medicine to deal with this situation."

After thinking for a moment, Chu Guang nodded.

"I know, I will find a way to do this."

To be honest, Chu Guang actually doesn’t have any good ideas.

Hygiene issues are not a problem at all for players, at least not the core issue.

Even if you are not a player of the physical system, as long as your level reaches LV7 or above, you can basically have a physical constitution of 6 to 7 points, and this is already 120% to 140% of the working efficiency of the normal adult immune system.

As for Chu Guang himself, his constitution has reached 14, and the working efficiency of the immunity system is nearly three times that of a normal person. Not to mention ordinary diseases, it is of no use to him, even a certain dose of poison and mild radiation , he can be immune to a certain extent.

Seeing that the manager understood, Old Luca paused and continued.

"In addition, it is food..."

"You said."

"We provide relief to them according to the lowest standards. More than 180 people consume nearly 50 kilograms of food every day, and their monthly expenses are 1,500 kilograms. And this is under ideal conditions. Although You exchanged some food from the Pioneer, but this cold winter will probably last until the end of February or even early March next year... Our own food is already very tight."

The number of players in the outpost now totals five hundred, and their daily food consumption reaches an astonishing half a ton. Sometimes Old Luca really felt that those people were just useless people, with no sense of thrift at all, and they wished they could eat double or even triple his amount in a day.

The current total food reserves of the outpost base are just over thirty tons, of which the corn, rice, and potatoes purchased from the Pioneer account for one-third, and the raw meat, dried meat, and fish caught from hunting Etc. accounted for one-third.

The rest are the trophies obtained from Bloody Hand, Old Leech, and part of the voluntary tribute from Brown Farm.

Conservatively estimated, if the current consumption trend continues, this food will probably be enough to last until the end of the year.

"Food is indeed a problem," Chu Guang thought for a moment, "I will find a solution for this matter."

Just a month ago, the food at the outpost was not even enough to feed dozens of people for half a month.

Big deal.

Just ask your neighbors to borrow some.

……

After the porridge to relieve the hungry people was distributed, the noise in the refugee camp gradually subsided.

Many people have been running all the way and can no longer bear the fatigue. Now their stomachs are full of warm food, and they have curled up in sleeping bags under the shack and fell asleep.

Although they were asleep, Wrench did not dare to let down his guard. He arranged for people to stand on the fence and keep an eye on the situation in the refugee camp.

Chu Guang was not too worried.

He didn't even pay attention to the Bloody Hand clan, let alone some refugees?

In the house near the east gate of Changjiang Farm, he met the man named "Li".

This man should be the elected representative, or leader, of this group of refugees.

"Thank you for your generosity!"

After entering the room, Li knelt on one knee on the ground, nodded and said, "Without you, many of us might not be able to survive tonight."

"We don't want to kneel here, get up," Chu Guang continued, looking at the man who stood up, "We can provide you with shelter, but you must have the consciousness of being dependent on others and abide by our rules and customs. At the same time, , you have to understand that this is not free."

Li nodded.

This is a reasonable request.

No one will welcome unruly guests.

Besides, they had owned homes before becoming refugees, and they were aware of the unwelcome status of "homeless people".

"What do you need."

Chu Guang: "It's very simple. Work for us and we will pay you. You can use the payment to exchange for food, fuel, or other things."

Before the B3 layer is unlocked, the number of players is temporarily stuck in a bottleneck. Without new additions, he needs more aborigines to replace the newbies who have grown up to engage in low-end, low-value-added tasks. Recurring benefits.

Although he always teases the players for working harder than animals, it is impossible to treat them like animals all the time.

Moving bricks occasionally is to experience life, and moving bricks every day is work.

Hearing what the adult said, Li's expression relaxed a little, and even showed a hint of joy.

Originally, in his expectation, it would be good to have food to eat. In other survivor settlements, the status of refugees is no higher than that of slaves. As for the remuneration, he has never thought about it.

"Thank you for giving us the chance to live."

"All we can give you is a chance. Whether you can seize it or not depends on you." After a pause, Chu Guang looked at him and continued, "I heard from my men that there was a survivor before you. Settlement. In other words, you are not nomads?"

Li nodded quickly and said.

"Yes, my lord."

Chu Guang: "Tell me what you know."

Li immediately said: "We have many skills, including hunting, farming, weaving hemp ropes, we also have carpentry and blacksmiths... As long as you need it, we can do it for you."

Looking at Li's hurried sales, Chu Guang nodded slightly with satisfaction.

Hunters, carpenters and other craftsmen are exactly what he needs. As for the blacksmith, he can be arranged to enter the steel factory with a little training.

Although these labor forces are not as high quality as his players, they are still better than the nomads. However, relatively speaking, the physical quality of these survivors may be slightly weaker, and they did not bring the livestock that Chu Guang wanted.

"In the past two days, you should settle yourself first."

"After two days, I will arrange something for you to do."

"By the way, your name is unlucky and easily confused. You can either add a surname to yourself, or I can give you a first name."

Giving a name and a surname means acceptance, and it also means the recognition of conversion.

I didn’t expect that the lord here would be so generous. The man suddenly felt happy and said quickly.

"Please give me a name!"

Chu Guang thought for a while and said.

"Our place is called Changjiang Farm. If your surname doesn't suit you, just use Jiu, and change the character "Li" to "Li" in the morning."

"From today on, your name is Jiuli."

……

Official website:

[Announcement: A group of vagrants have arrived at Changjiu Farm (prosperity +50).

[Jiujiu Farm increases the "immigration wave" buff: the demand for food and furs increases, and the population inflow increases. 】

[Old Luca’s troubles: We don’t have much food, so we can’t always feed them. It would be nice if we could find something for them to do. (Tip: There are many excellent hunters and craftsmen among the refugees. After reaching the "friendly" reputation level, you can run local industries and hire them to work.)]

[Today’s recommended recipes: salt and pepper corn, mapo tofu (it’s okay if it’s not spicy or spicy)]

[Tengteng House: New arrivals in Tengteng House, a lot of silk fabrics are waiting for you. 】

Tail: "!! New plot! What did you do while Tails was away?!!! ∑(?Д?ノ)ノ"

Quit smoking: "Holy shit! There's a new NPC!? The planning dad is awesome!"

The Mole on the Run in the Canyon: "I guessed it right. Prosperity is really linked to the NPC population! But this value doesn't seem to be calculated based on a fixed formula based on population, but is driven by events?"

Ye Shi: "I suspect that the operator has recruited a P agency to plan and wait for the immutable laws of our ancestors and the comet to come over our heads. (Funny)"

Irena: "Speaking of which, Tails, how was your split-claw crab hunting result? Did you get it done? (Funny)"

Si Si: "Hey, don't mention it. Ah Wei sent me away first, and he came down soon."

Tail: "Wait, can you blame Tails! There's something wrong with that rocket launcher, it's not accurate at all! It also spits fire backwards! (?д?;)"

Xiao Xiaoxiao Bookworm: "How can a recoilless rifle not fire..."

Tail: "But mosquitoes obviously don't breathe fire!"

Xiao Xiaoxiao Bookworm: "That's because his thing is not a recoilless gun at all. How can it have any deep penetration? It's just a heartless cannon carried on the shoulder."

Mosquito: "!!! This can also involve me!"

Crow Crow: "Hahahaha! 鶸! Hahahaha! Food! o(*≧▽≦)ツ"

Due to the heroic sacrifices of Taiwei and Sisi, I would like to remind everyone that this tube is not just for fun like the mosquito firecrackers. Do not point your **** towards others when firing.

In short, the VM and equipment were recovered.

It’s only three days of OB, so it’s not a big problem.

The arrival of the refugees caused quite a topic in the official forum, but it did not become the focus of discussion among players as before.

After all, this is not the first time that refugees have come here, and there are too many things that happened today that cannot be discussed at all.

Makabazi, who got the seeds from the manager, exchanged corn planting techniques with others on the forum.

The No. 117 shelter mission that Brother Mole and Mosquito teamed up to conquer also attracted the attention of many players. This mission is suspected to be related to the main line of the game.

Unfortunately, there was little progress today.

The situation below the subway entrance is very complicated.

Just as Boss Xia said, there are at least hundreds of nibblers inside, let alone crawlers.

A "Black Swan" with limited ammunition is simply not enough.

They need more automatic weapons and throwing objects such as Molotov cocktails and grenades. The situation may be better after the automatic rifles with a unit price of 200 silver coins are officially put on the shelves in two days.

Compared to the bad news that the attack on Vault 117 has been blocked, the good news is that the second floor of the greenhouse ruins has been successfully captured by the Cow Horse Team.

They successfully controlled the gate between the second and third underground floors, and now the space on the second underground floor of the greenhouse site has also been liberated.

What is incredible is that even after two centuries, the facilities there still maintain energy-saving mode and operate slowly.

Many of the light strips on the petri dishes are broken, but some are still on. The indoor temperature is around 25 degrees, and the spiritual leaves in the petri dish are growing well.

Fang Chang wrote a guide, which can be regarded as a summary of the techniques for playing insect-type alien nests.

However, the players on the forum are obviously more concerned about how much money the cow-horse team made from the second underground layer of the greenhouse ruins than the temporarily unavailable guide.

Fang Chang didn’t say anything.

But Chu Guang, who was peeking at the screen, knew it. After all, he personally sent the money to them.

After calculating the difficulty of the copy and the income, they got a total of 1,200 silver coins, which were divided equally among the four people, and one person received 300 silver coins.

As for the cost, Chu Guang didn't calculate it for them, but it was estimated that they consumed some ammunition.

If you use cold weapons to sharpen it slowly, even if a piece of heavy armor can withstand it, it will probably take a long time. Moreover, a large number of manpower must be hired and the tactics of mass crowds must be used to pile up.

Once the profits are shared, it is not as cost-effective as consuming some ammunition.

After returning from Changjiu Farm, Chu Guang finished updating the announcement, then sat in front of the computer in the residents' hall and browsed around the official website.

Many players have already started discussing what jobs should be arranged for the refugees.

Some talk about opening a textile factory, and some talk about opening a cement factory. Anyway, there are all kinds of options. Of course, starting from version 0.8, setting up a factory requires regional reputation, which needs to be friendly (1000) or above.

Complete the task of helping the region develop, you can increase the reputation of the region, or you can directly donate the materials needed by the local area, which can also be quickly improved.

Players complained one after another that this setting was simply copied from Cavalry and Cutting.

May the dog plan a long life!

In addition, what caught Chu Guang's attention was that Commander Quanshui, along with a new member of the Perception Department, discovered an abandoned military camp in a northern town.

The military camp was small, like an operational base, located in the playground of a community school.

In the early years of the Wasteland Era, it seemed that a group of refugees had been accommodated there, but they may have been evacuated not long after, so it did not develop into a survivor stronghold like Beit Street.

Quanshui walked around there but didn't find anything useful.

The entire school was searched cleanly, and even most of the bookshelves in the library were dismantled. It must have been that they were used as firewood by the local survivors in the early days of the Wasteland Era.

"...It's strange that the town seemed to be a dead city, and the same was true for the school. There were no traces of survivor activities, and no looters were seen there, only the gnawing and eating animals that filled the house. The smelly basement... We don’t have enough equipment to explore deep into the building."

"I plan to set out to look for it tomorrow. Maybe I can find something."

Chu Guang was also curious about what they could find there.

Although the place has probably been raided countless times in the past two centuries, according to his experience, there is always something left that has not been taken away.

While Chu Guang was sitting in the shelter surfing the Internet, fifteen kilometers north of Changjiu Farm, several men carrying rifles and wearing thick coats were searching carefully for something nearby.

"That group of people shouldn't have gone too far." The man with a beard muttered and tugged on the dog leash in his hand.

The hound he led hissed and growled, sniffing the ground carefully.

Suddenly, the hound suddenly raised its head and barked towards the south.

The man leaned down, patted its head, then stretched out his index finger and wiped it on the ground.

Underneath the snow are traces of footprints.

He stood up again, looked south and squinted his eyes.

"Running pretty fast."