This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 222: This is so peaceful

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A bonfire of wood burning.

Mars floated up into the sky along with the heat wave.

The herdsmen beat leather drums and played bone flutes in front of the fire, and the young dancers, their faces covered with gauze, performed a dance on the snow for the New Year.

The guards, workers, and players who loved to join in the fun living near the outpost also joined in, bringing food and spirits bought from the market.

Although there is only one glass of free red wine, there is a lot of distilled liquor in the warehouse.

A long time ago, players used Polygonum to make music and potato as raw materials to brew distilled liquor.

Compared with red wine that takes time to taste, it is true that this kind of hot and blood-heating spirit is more popular among wastelanders.

It’s just that drinking red and white together, few people can stand it.

For a while, the market at the north gate was in a state of chaos.

Boss Xia still wanted to drink, but he had already fallen asleep on the table.

Worried that she would catch a cold, Xiaoyu, who was very good at taking care of others, went to the bank to get a blanket and stood on tiptoe to cover her shoulders.

There is a brazier under the table.

Xiaoyu patted her back and said in a coaxing tone.

"Don't drink so much next time, okay?"

However, Boss Xia, who was already asleep, obviously didn't listen, and he didn't know what sweet dream he had. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he kept sipping in his mouth.

"Hey...I want more."

Not far away, a food taster was looking for the toilet anxiously.

Farther away, the drake was wailing as if its throat was on fire.

"Water! Burp - give me water!"

Makabazi lay on the ground and screamed. It wasn't until the boy from the construction site stuffed a piece of snow into his mouth with a brick that the guy stopped physically.

The expression on Debt’s big eyes was like a mask of pain, covering his face and speaking alone.

“Damn it, what’s the reason? I feel like my stomach is roaring!”

Looking at his swollen belly, Edgewater couldn't help but complain.

"How much did you eat?"

"Not much, just 100 million points," Debt Big Eye burped and said in a vague voice, "Why do you have to eat it again after you have already eaten it in the game and returned to reality?"

Edge stroke: "..."

The construction site boy and the brick: "..."

Is this a question that the intelligence department can ask? ?

After drinking too much, Fang Chang sat crookedly on a wooden chair and began his improvisation.

Listening to the nomads' iron-like percussion and long bone flute, he tapped his index finger on the table and hummed a newly composed ballad in his mouth.

"Hmm..."

"The gears of heaven crash into the furnace."

"Boiling molten steel splashed from the pot."

"The undying natural disasters will never stop."

"We will remake the kingdom of mortals."

"..."

The hoarse voice that has been dried is like a saw pulling a violin, but in the rough accompaniment, there is an unexpected ups and downs rhythm.

It's like half a bottle of strong wine in your throat.

It's like a forge with the sound of iron being struck.

Fang Chang forgot the words halfway through singing. The players who were making noises next to him continued to make up the lyrics, one sentence after another, and he finally made up a song.

It’s just that as you go to the back, the style of painting becomes more outrageous. From the sacred Terra all the way to Ionia, the slogan “For the great cause of the revival of the People’s Federation” has also become “People live for XX”.

Although I didn’t understand what the residents of the shelter were singing at all, the surrounding aborigines also started singing along.

Singing dispels the cold.

It also breaks down the barriers between people.

Even with completely different cultures.

People's yearning for a better life and pursuit of beautiful things are the same.

The heat waves and firelight reflected on the faces, and everyone sitting together did not distinguish between each other and you and me.

The drunk Zhao Shu patted Yu Hu on the shoulder. His face, illuminated by the fire, was as red as a monkey's butt.

"Brother, am I right? Life here is simply great!"

Yu Hu drank a little too much and burped drunkenly.

"You're right..."

"Next year, next year I will definitely move here!"

On the snow in front of the bonfire, a dance ends.

The shy Frostspear clan girl bowed slightly.

But people weren't going to let her go just like that.

"One more!"

"Wear your special someone!"

"Oh!"

Under the coaxing and instigation of the people, the young girl of the Frostspear tribe plucked up the courage, but instead of choosing the man of her dreams in front of the bonfire, she walked to the dark blue power armor by accident. .

"Can I ask you to dance?"

There was a hint of anxiety in his eyes, like an unlucky child who lost a truth or dare.

Chu Guang glanced at her in slight surprise, and then joked in a gentle tone.

"You can't dance in my outfit. Find someone who can keep up with you."

The young girl blushed, turned around and ran away like a frightened animal.

Heya, who was standing by with her arms folded and observing, glanced at Chu Guang curiously.

"Why not dance?"

A little dissatisfied with the way this guy looked at the animal world, Chu Guang rolled his eyes at her.

"Do you know how energy-consuming it is to dance in a piece of power armor that weighs a ton?"

It is not impossible not to turn on the power, it is probably similar to weight-bearing training, but even if 70 to 80% of the weight can be transferred to the support structure of the power armor, it will still take a long time to drive such a heavy armor without the help of a motor. Small power.

And it’s easy to hurt others.

There was a reason why Chu Guang chose to stand there as a backdrop.

"But if you do this, you won't be able to enjoy the celebration." Heya reminded.

"You don't understand, this is how I enjoy the celebration."

For a manager, what could be more pleasurable than watching the settlement flourish and the residents live and work in peace and contentment?

This is the highest level of enjoyment.

Heya fell into deep thought.

That expression seemed to recall the past in Vault 117.

At this moment, Yin Fang's teasing suddenly came from behind.

"You broke the girl's heart."

Chu Guang ignored his teasing, but gave him a strange look.

"Why are you back again?"

"I'm just going back to get something."

Yin Fang took out a small robot with four short legs and a square head from behind.

"The college does not celebrate the New Year, it only celebrates great discoveries, but you seem to have a custom of celebrating the New Year here... I just happened to have finished it, so consider it a New Year's gift to you."

Chu Guang's face was full of surprise, and he reached out to take the little robot.

Different from the original one, there is an additional camera on the square head.

Now not only is the laser mapping the nearby terrain, users wearing the neural connection device can also share its view with the help of its camera.

Although it is only a small change, its practicality has more than doubled.

Now this little robot is much more powerful than the original one!

Looking at Chu Guang who was playing with the small robot in his hand with great interest, Yin Fang continued.

"Reptile, that's what I call it, or you have a better name. Compared with the original little robot, it has one more eye, but the rest hasn't changed much."

"Thank you." Chu Guang expressed his gratitude sincerely.

Yin Fang coughed slightly and said.

"No need to thank me, I got all the materials from you, I just helped you with them."

At this point, he remembered another important thing, so he continued.

"By the way, its power source is a metal hydrogen battery... It seems that you don't have many reserves in the shelter, only about forty or fifty. If you have a chance, you can get more, that's a good thing."

Chu Guang made a helpless expression.

"I know this without you having to tell me."

The metal hydrogen batteries produced by the company include a number of Class A technologies and are very popular everywhere.

Currently, what Boulder City can independently produce is solid-state hydrogen batteries. If you want to buy metal hydrogen batteries, you can only hope that caravans from the east coast can bring some.

Chu Guang bought dozens of them from the Pioneer before, intending to use them as exoskeletons.

But right now, what his players need most is not exoskeletons, but cheap and easy-to-use equipment, as well as industrial equipment that can produce these equipment, so this matter has been shelved.

Looking at the robot in his hand, Chu Guang suddenly remembered a very serious thing.

"If this thing explodes..."

Yin Fang answered in a relaxed tone.

"About 6 kilograms of T, the power should be enough to cover... uh, a football field?"

Chu Guang: "???"

What the hell? !

Without a word, Chu Guang stuffed the robot into Yin Fang's hand, and Chu Guang quietly moved half a step to the side.

"You hold it for me first."

Looking at the robot that was returned in his hand, Yin Fang was stunned for a moment, with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"Don't get excited... This thing is not that easy to explode. And 6 kilograms of T is a theoretical equivalent. Without detonators and accelerants, it is impossible to really achieve that power... This is not a bomb."

There are at least two B-level technologies between metal hydrogen batteries and metal hydrogen cannonballs. The oxygen in the air is simply not enough to allow the metallic hydrogen to react completely.

And you're afraid of a hammer wearing power armor!

But Chu Guang didn't want to listen to his explanation so much, he just wanted to stay away from this guy.

Hmm.

There will be one more rule to add in the future.

Robots and exoskeletons powered by metallic hydrogen are prohibited from staying in shelters for long periods of time.

……

Abandoned department store.

More than a thousand beds are crammed into the empty hall.

The New Year's songs can't be heard here, and no one is singing. There is only the crackling of the fire and the mother coaxing the children to sleep.

This is a temporary shelter for the refugees. They can only stay here temporarily before the cold winter is over.

Thanks to the wood sent by the Blue Jackets, the survivors who temporarily lived here used the wood to repair the damaged walls and French doors and windows, finally making the place airtight.

Some of the remaining wood was chopped into firewood or burned into charcoal, and thrown into the red brick stove together with fire starters.

The blazing flame brought a hard-won light and warmth to the empty hall in winter.

Although the environment here is a bit rough, at least it is free from wind, snow and hunger.

Refugees from central and northern Vale Province, survivors of Camp Winterwillow and the Battery Factory, were grateful to the Blue Jackets.

The rebel army that fled on the front line, the plunderers of the bone-chewing tribe, and the chaos wreaking havoc everywhere destroyed their homes and burned down their farmland and houses.

If it weren't for the blue coats, they might have either frozen to death on the road or fallen into the frying pan of the looters.

Of course, they can only represent themselves.

Not everyone is grateful for the status quo.

Of the five survivor settlements in the first batch of relocation plans, only two were actually attacked by predators, while the residents of the other three survivor settlements did not even have the shadow of predators. I've never seen it before, I moved here just out of fear.

More than a month has passed since the first snowstorm. Even if no one has died in the cold, some people have suffered frostbite from working in the cold.

The terrible weather is still not around, but the supply of supplies is becoming increasingly tight. It is common to hear rumors that there is no more food.

As time goes by, it is inevitable that some people will start to murmur in their hearts.

Is relocation really necessary?

The survivors’ settlements that have not been relocated seem to be doing pretty well.

"I'm always worried that this house will collapse."

Looking at the stone chips falling from the ceiling, the man wrapped in a ragged quilt couldn't help but say.

In fact, he didn't really think the building would collapse, he just wanted to find something unlucky to vent his dissatisfaction with his bad life.

However, these words affected the people around him to some extent.

Looking at the tattered ceiling, many people had worried expressions on their faces, exchanging scared looks and whispering in low voices.

"How long do we have to stay here..."

"Those blue coats say it's spring."

"Why don't you let us live in the Changjiang Farm? This is different from what we promised at the beginning."

"They said there are not enough houses..."

"Oh, it's not like we can't build our own houses. I think they just want to keep the trouble away."

They are mostly residents of the Scavenger Home and the Mount Hope Cooperative.

Compared to Dongliu Camp, Battery Factory and Highway Town, the two survivor settlements are located a little further south, and one is hidden on the edge of the city, and the other is hidden in the mountains and forests.

Now some people are beginning to think that the predators may not be able to find their home so easily.

After all, their eyes are not in the sky, and not all survivor settlements will be robbed...

Ma Zhanqiu, the village chief of Dongliu Camp, saw that the dissatisfaction was spreading. In order to avoid affecting his own people, he immediately came out to comfort everyone.

"Don't say such things. It has not collapsed for more than two hundred years. How could it collapse now?"

At this time, a discordant voice suddenly came from the side.

"That's hard to say."

"The snow is so heavy this year, what if the building is blown down?"

The person who spoke was Ding Tian from the Scavengers' Home, and he was also one of the more influential rag pickers there. Ma Zhanqiu recognized this person.

Looking at him frowning, Ma Zhanqiu said in a deep voice.

"What do you want to say?"

The man wrapped in a fur coat curled his lips.

"What do I want to say? I also want to ask, what are we doing for? To fight against those predators from the north?"

"Or to work as laborers for those blue coats?"

Ma Zhanqiu was stunned.

Before the old man came back to his senses, someone next to him answered.

"Maybe the Bone-Chewing Tribe won't come at all."

"Well, aren't there still eight survivors who have not been relocated? I think they are doing well in their own homes..."

Although everyone has food here, staying here is not free.

They need to go to the factory to work, and then receive a few coins that have no idea of ​​their use, but they can't buy what they need at all.

Even though the blue coats promised that the money would be useful next spring, in their eyes it was no different than painting a cake.

If those blue jackets are really going to pay them, why not use chips?

If it doesn’t work, East Coast toilet paper will do. At least someone might want it.

Complaints are widespread.

This is not just a day or two.

Out of fear of the Bone-Chewing Tribe, they accepted the placement of the Blue Jackets and obeyed the arrangement and moved here.

But it’s been a month.

Many people did not see the looters.

Except for the intensifying blizzard, I don’t know when it will be a miserable day. Nothing happened.

Some people even maliciously speculated whether the so-called bone-chewing tribe's invasion of Qingquan City was a lie from the beginning.

The sleeping child was woken up and cried. The mother coaxed her in a panic, not daring to say anything to the noisy people.

Looking at the increasingly agitated people, some survivors who had seen it with their own eyes and even had wounds on their bodies wanted to refute, but they did not dare to say a word.

At this moment, someone stood up.

"My eldest brother is dead."

Maybe I heard the word death.

The noisy sound stopped.

Facing the eyes of the pair of people looking over, Ma Li was silent for a while, then slowly continued.

"The marauders opened his stomach with bayonets because he refused to surrender."

Ma Zhanqiu sighed softly and closed his eyes in pain.

That's his child.

It was also the thing he least wanted to remember.

Ma Li paused and continued.

"I found out later, and I never even saw his body until the end."

"I have indeed never seen the predators of the Bone-Chewing Tribe with my own eyes. I have only heard a few rumors about their cruelty."

"But if you want to say this is a lie, then tell me, where is my eldest brother? Where are the people who did not make it here?"

“It is not only naive but also ridiculous to expect them not to come again. It is not even self-deceiving.”

"Those residents of the shelter, they could have stayed out of it, as long as they closed the door, let alone the people of the Bone Chewing Tribe, even if the legion drove the tanks over their heads, they could sit back and relax until those people died of old age Come out."

No one can open the shelter from the outside until it is actively opened.

In the wasteland, this is generally accepted knowledge.

Seeing that the number of people supporting him was instantly reduced by half, Ding Tian bit the bullet and was about to say something, when a mother holding her child also stood up.

"I've seen it too."

She sat next to the group at the battery factory.

Her voice trembled like an angry lioness, her eyes fixed on the man.

"We had already retreated to the warehouse. The looters surrounding us rushed up one after another. In order to protect us... they died in front of us."

The hall was silent.

Even the noisiest person can't help but silence when he is looked at by pairs of eyes.

People recalled the horror of that day.

I also recalled those heroes.

Ding Tian's Adam's apple moved, and a trace of embarrassment and anger flashed across his face.

He knew he was in the wrong.

But that doesn't mean he enjoys being taught.

Especially those who look much weaker than him.

Looking at the two groups of people in the stalemate, Ye Xiao shook his head with his arms folded. He was about to step forward and say something, but was stopped by Hook standing next to him.

"What are you going to do?" the lame old man stared at him and said.

Night Owl said straightforwardly.

"Someone needs to persuade them. I'm worried that they will turn into a physical conflict soon."

This is a wasteland.

No matter how much you say, your fists are not as effective as your words.

Ye Nan, who was standing aside, heard his son's words and shook his head slightly.

"This is not our business."

"But..."

"Go and notify the guards and let them handle it."

At this moment, the main entrance to the lobby on the first floor of the department store suddenly opened.

The whistling north wind blew in a few snow leaves.

Two guards wearing black coats and carrying rifles came in carrying an iron frame. There is some carbon in the iron shelf.

Behind them, there were several residents of the shelter.

They can recognize his energetic temperament even without wearing a blue coat.

"Happy New Year!"

"New Year's gift! Keep everyone waiting!"

The cat's ears shook happily, but finally took off the hat, made a sound of sesame seeds, and rashly bent down to pick them up.

Tail, who was standing at the door, turned his head and glanced at Si Si next to him.

"Tail thought it was some kind of mission, but it turned out to be running errands."

The promised hidden mission!

She even brought her equipment!

"Emmm...Rather than being forced to go offline because of a bad stomach, Sisi thinks it would be better for me to get some cold air."

Everyone in the hall was stunned.

Including the two groups of people in the confrontation, they were also stunned.

They had no idea what the blue coats were saying.

Fortunately, at this moment, the guard who put down the barbecue rack came to the rescue in time and stepped forward to speak in Renlian dialect.

"Today is the last day of 211!"

"The manager asked me to give you a New Year's gift. Thank you for your cooperation. We have survived the most difficult days."

Everyone in the shelter whispered.

"New Year...gift?"

"What is that?"

This time they understood, but there was still confusion on their faces.

The young guard didn't explain, and politely signaled to the "player" wearing a chef's hat next to him that he could start.

On the charcoal fire, scrambled eggs with tomatoes were brushed with a layer of oil on the iron rack, and then the palm-sized crab cakes were placed on the iron rack.

"Everyone, line up and come one by one."

"There is enough."

"Everyone has a share!"

The guards maintained order at the scene and guided everyone to form a long queue.

The smell of oil is sizzling, and the smell of meat fills the hall. The soft and fragrant crab cakes have an indescribable taste of happiness.

There is still meat to eat!

All the rumors about food shortages are proven to be true.

Almost everyone's eyes were filled with desire.

Looking at the meat pie in his hand, Ding Tian couldn't help but feel a hint of shame in his eyes. Those who had previously followed him in making noises all remained silent and lowered their heads to eat the pie.

Looking hungry when he stood at the door, Tail couldn't help but swallowed and stared straight at the barbecue rack.

"Do you also have a portion of the tail?"

Sisi tugged on her clothes.

"It's time to go. Everyone at Changjiu Farm is still waiting. If you want to eat, I'll order takeout for you when I'm offline soon."

“I want the tail to be beef-flavored!”

Hey!

This person - no, this tail!

Sisi looked at her in surprise.

"I'm just being polite."

Tail: "Chicken flavor is also okay!"

Sisi: "..."

Outside the door.

On the back of the truck.

A big mouse wearing a coat was rubbing his hands in the cold wind.

Next to him were the supplies that were about to be sent to Changchun Farm.

Because he was worried that his appearance would frighten the residents in the shelter, he was left to watch the supplies on the truck to prevent aliens from coming and stealing them.

Before they left, those people repeatedly warned him not to eat the mission props.

These people really are!

I am not a real mouse!

Where is the trust between people?

But...

This smells so good.

Is it gnocchi?

Feeling the impulse of biological instinct, I decided not to look there or think about it, and instead looked at the street beside me.

The street is quiet.

The white snow under the moonlight is peaceful.

Not even the shadow of the alien species can be seen here. If it weren't for the damaged buildings and walls, it would be impossible to think that this is a wasteland.

Isn’t it the right time to enter the server by yourself?

I heard that in the previous versions, there were daily fights. If the front fell, the back would follow. The professional players who fought were all cheating, and the resurrection coins were almost exhausted.

It would be nice if I came in earlier.

Looking at the quiet street, the big mouse sighed softly and spoke human words.

"This is so peaceful."

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