This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 228: The snake came out of its nest!

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"I always thought that in FPS games I was just an emotionless killing machine, and in RPG games I was just a task master who liked to rummage through boxes and cabinets."

"Until this morning, I found that a familiar person was missing from the Guard."

"I don't know the name of the guard, I just know that he is probably the eldest one in the guard."

"Like other nameless NPCs, his life is very regular. There are only three things he does every day, namely training, guarding and patrolling. In addition, he also has one day off per week, usually Thursday or Sunday, and every day he would go to the lake and sit and watch us fishing to kill time."

“I’m not bragging. As a senior fishing friend, I can tell at a glance whether a person is good at fishing. Few people can endure nothing for a whole day, but he can sit next to us and watch. We missed shots all afternoon."

"So I asked Mosquito to make me a fishing rod, and warned him not to add any extra functions on it, and then gave the fishing rod to the old man."

"The old man was very happy. He thanked me many times and wanted to give me silver coins. When he saw that I didn't accept them, he gave me a dagger the next day. At first I thought it was a mission prop. I was very excited, but later I found out that it was not, it was just an ordinary gift. But even so, this unique feeling is still interesting."

"Later I taught him how to swing a club, how to make a nest, and how to make simple traps with bottles to catch leech cubs as bait. Sometimes we would take the fish to the warehouse or market Sold, sometimes baked and eaten."

"I am like Robinson Crusoe, who knows a little bit about everything. And he is like Friday, not very smart, but very studious and full of curiosity about everything about us."

“Occasionally I will complain to him about some real-life troubles, and he will also talk about something about himself, maybe about adventure, maybe about what he wants to do in the future, or something else.”

“Even if we don’t understand what the other person is saying, surprisingly it doesn’t hinder our communication. And from him, I also learned a lot of interesting words, even though some of them I still don’t know to this day. What do you mean?"

"But... everything came to an abrupt end early this morning."

"Solemn-looking guards stood in a row at the north entrance of Long-term Farm and fired three shots into the sky. I saw a teenager carrying his body onto a truck and watched them take him to be cremated. , and then took his ashes to the lake, scattered half on the lake shore and half in the lake."

"Maybe this was his last wish."

"At that moment, I suddenly felt that those NPCs were like living people, not just a cold program."

“I never thought that one day I would become friends with the characters in the game, and I never thought that I would feel sad because of an unexpected parting.”

"For a moment, I wished it was me who died that night."

"In memory of a fishing friend who will never come back."

"Even in the end I didn't know his name, but I will remember his story, even if I am the only one who remembers it."

The post is very long.

The buildings are very high.

Chu Guang rarely saw Shao Duzi posting on the forum before, and only occasionally saw his replies in some posts.

But this time he wrote a lot.

In his subsequent replies, he recounted his memories of the old man from the perspective of a friend, including some interesting things that happened while fishing.

Although it is not a magnificent story, it is all simple and simple things, but the words are as if they are alive.

Maka Bazi: "Touch the fishing guy..."

Tail: "Hmm."

Sisi: "Sorry, I couldn't save your friend."

WC really has mosquitoes: "It's uncomfortable, it would be great if NPCs could be resurrected too."

Bang Feng: "Well, but thinking about it from another perspective, it may be because NPCs only have one life, so we feel that the world in the game is extremely real. What we create is not just a meaningless number, but Something endowed with a soul."

Ye Shi: "Hey, I know, but I still feel so heartbroken..."

Lao Bai: "This game is always too real in unnecessary places."

Fang Chang: "It's like the elusive life."

Teng Teng: "Hey..."

Crow Crow: "Well, I feel bad. (>﹏<)"

Chu Guang saw the end and was silent for a long time. He typed a lot of words in the reply, but in the end he pressed the backspace key and deleted it.

I repeated it for a long time.

There is only one sentence left in the end.

Guang: "His name is Jixiang."

……

The sun will rise the next day as usual.

Although many people will never come back, life must go on.

For people living in the wasteland, death is the norm. People who are not mentally strong enough would have died two centuries ago, and it is impossible to survive until now with weak thoughts.

Guard training continues as usual.

Thirty new faces joined in and went to the Long-term Farm for training.

The vast majority of them come from refugee camps and sign up voluntarily.

Maybe it was because they were inspired by those heroic deeds, or maybe it was just because of the steaming piece of barbecue that made them feel that they had found their own home in this wasteland.

They no longer want to live a homeless life.

With no escape route, they decided to take up arms and defend the order and peace here with their own hands.

The entrance to the sanatorium.

A big fat mouse came out of the door, rose up against the snow filled with morning sun, and spoke in human words.

"MMP! I'm alive!"

This is the only advantage the rat people have.

It takes others three days to survive, but he only needs one day to be online.

Elf King Fugui, who happened to have just gone online, came out of the nursing home. He glanced at this guy in surprise and asked curiously.

"When did you die?"

Forcing someone to do something difficult: "When else could I have died? That night! I didn't even have a gun, but I was shot under the nose, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet."

At this point, Qiangren sighed.

"Hey, I get angry when I think about this. MMPD, I just saw a gun and was about to rush to pick it up, and then I was caught by a hyena."

Elven King Fugui: "Ah this..."

Mutant hyena.

Is this the most common monster in the wasteland?

Although it is slightly stronger than the Gnawer, it is not much stronger. Due to its sensitive sense of smell and good night vision, many predators like to keep it. It is basically a mutant species that novices can easily deal with. If you can't even defeat a hyena, he generally recommends deleting your account.

But...

I heard that hyenas belong to the suborder Cat?

There is nothing wrong with bloodline suppression.

The cat ears on the top of the head moved slightly, and Aoao Sesame looked at the fat mouse with sympathy.

"That's too tragic..."

Ashamed to say that.

She didn't notice at all how he died.

On the other side of the square, there was a man carrying a rifle who had also just come out of the nursing home.

It's just that compared to yesterday's full of energy, his expression seemed somewhat depressed.

You could tell what was on her mind at a glance, Sisi said comfortingly.

"Okay, Tails has worked very hard. Although it's a pity, there is nothing we can do about it. If you want to scold me, just scold the dog planner for setting the difficulty level too high."

"Well, I'm fine, I just think it would be better if I were stronger... But then again, aren't you afraid that you will be targeted by someone who says this in the game?"

Never make fun of the rumors circulating on the forum in the game or on the forum, otherwise the African may die on the spot at worst.

Although it is metaphysics, sometimes you have to believe it.

Sisi immediately lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and reflected sincerely.

"I'm sorry, I was very wrong in my planning. Please forgive me for saying something thoughtless by a girl who spoke unabashedly."

"Hey!" Taitail looked at her in surprise, "Are you giving in too quickly?"

At this time, the two of them happened to pass by the security post of the outpost.

Tail glanced over there subconsciously, and suddenly stopped.

Sisi also stopped and cast a questioning look at her.

"What's wrong?"

"Look over there."

Tail pointed in the direction of the guard station.

Sisi looked in the direction she pointed and saw that there was an extra wall beside the bulletin board.

Was it built yesterday?

Sisi had a surprised expression on his face.

She didn't notice it at all before.

I saw nails hammered into the wall, and some iron plates hung on the nails.

"What's hanging on the wall?"

"Hmm...there are twenty-five in total. What are written on them are probably names? They are probably military cards or something like that."

It turned out to be a memorial wall.

This design is quite wasteland style.

Is this an Easter egg from the production team?

Sisi suddenly noticed that Tai Wei seemed to be in a better mood than before.

"Come on," Tails said with renewed energy, "In order to be promoted to the first echelon as soon as possible, there is no time to waste! Everyone in the outpost is still waiting for Tails to protect us! ”

Sisi couldn't help but smile.

Sure enough.

The bouncing tail is cuter.

Although she felt that no one expected them to help.

"Oh!"

"In order to win the MVP next time, we have to work hard."

……

North of Elm District.

An abandoned town is located on the edge of the forest. Even the howling north wind cannot blow away the smell of blood settled there.

More than a hundred families of survivors once lived here, living a basically isolated life.

However, just a month ago, a group of looters arrived here and completely turned this isolated town into a **** on earth.

Some people could not withstand the torture and were slaughtered and hung on the wall. A small number of people survived and became their slaves.

The looters occupied their homes, took away their winter food, and transformed their houses into fortresses. They placed wooden bunkers on the streets and at the windows, dug trenches, and built simple fortifications.

This doesn't seem like something a predator would do.

Even if they had slaves at their disposal, few knew how and where to dig trenches and foxholes.

Constructing a position is a very particular skill. For the looters who are used to being harassed by small groups of forces and then swarming up and then dispersing, this is a skill that is not usually used at all.

This is all thanks to their adviser, the man named Bernie.

As a former commander of the legion, his understanding and application of light infantry tactics can be said to have reached the level of proficiency.

After all, no one who can survive the indiscriminate bombing of the Great Rift Valley is an ordinary person.

More than just building a position.

The defense deployment from inside to outside, as well as the patrol route of the patrol team, were all personally planned by the staff officer.

It is precisely because of this that when Yang Er, covered in snow, stumbled out of the woods, he was immediately discovered by the predators patrolling with dogs.

"Don't shoot!"

"Don't shoot! I am one of my own!"

Seeing the two predator sentries aiming at him, Yang Er immediately dropped the gun in his hand on the snow and hurriedly raised his hands.

"One of our own?"

The predator walking in front raised his gun and looked him up and down with a suspicious expression.

"Which account are you from? Who is your leader?"

Yang Er said immediately without even having time to take a breath.

"Gray Wolf! I am a scout under Gray Wolf's tent... Please take me to see the Captain, I have something important to report!"

The two plunderers exchanged glances and felt that he was not lying, so they took him to the checkpoint on the edge of the town, where they searched him and sent someone to report the situation to the Chief Commander. .

After learning the news, the commander agreed to receive him.

Soon, Yang Er was taken over.

As soon as he entered the room and saw the man sitting on the chair, he immediately knelt on the ground, his forehead firmly pressed to the floor, and he was afraid to say a word.

Leaning lazily, Lion Tooth sitting on the chair looked down at him and said slowly.

"You lost?"

Yang Er swallowed, lowered his head and said.

"Yes, my lord."

Bernie, who was sitting next to Lion Tooth, looked at him and said.

"Tell me what happened the night before yesterday."

Not daring to hide it, Yang Er immediately whispered.

"...After making all preparations, under the order of Gray Wolf, we launched a raid on Jiujiu Farm. However, the resistance of the survivors was stronger than we imagined, and we once captured their Wall, but soon more and more reinforcements arrived, and we were eventually outnumbered."

Yang Er described what happened at that time in detail.

Including their fierce battle with the defenders at the north gate, including the rubber tracks of the local survivors, including the amazingly powerful "rapid-fire cannon".

"Quad-mounted anti-aircraft guns, and they are also high-explosive bombs..." Bernie, who was standing next to Lion Tooth, listened carefully to the scout's statement. After thinking for a long time, he said solemnly, "These survivors are difficult to deal with. ."

Especially installing rubber tracks on the truck was an operation he had not expected at all. What made him even more confused was where did these people get so much rubber?

The expression on Lion Tooth's face was indifferent.

After all, he didn't expect the Gray Wolf to take down the survivor stronghold.

Looking at the scout kneeling on the ground, he continued.

"Where's the gray wolf?"

With his head firmly pressed against the floor, Yang Er said tremblingly.

"I don't know... Gray Wolf, he said he wanted to stay and break up the family."

After the break?

This sentence successfully made Shi Ya laugh.

That’s a euphemism.

But it doesn't matter, that guy is a useless chess piece anyway, it would be nice to use the lives of some foreigners to test the strength of the survivors in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

And it can also stimulate the cunning snake to make the first move.

It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone...oh no, kills three birds with one stone.

"Go away."

Hearing those three words, Yang Er felt as if a mountain had been removed from his shoulders. He was instantly relieved, and he didn't realize that his back was soaked with sweat.

"Thank you, Sir!"

Not daring to stay here for a second longer, he turned around and retreated in a hurry.

The door is closed.

Shiya looked at the staff officer sitting aside and said in a casual tone.

“I didn’t expect them all to be wiped out.”

Bernie gave him a strange look.

"I thought you did it on purpose."

Lion Ya shook his head slightly.

"You misunderstood. I didn't want to let him die outside. I just wanted to take this opportunity to beat this dishonest guy. I didn't expect that this guy was so stubborn that he actually killed more than 150 people. Plus I lost everything there."

Bernie said.

"Then that flare gun you gave him?"

Lion Tooth said with a smile.

"Of course it's for Black Snake."

Bernie was silent for a while.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of General Klass, whose life and death were unknown, and that massive expedition that ended in failure.

Perhaps they are also abandoned chess pieces.

Who knows?

Those big men never tell them everything, at most they only tell them what to do now.

Including now.

He still didn't understand why his commander chose to join a group of indigenous people. The people in the Great Rift Valley were not exterminated, and it was not that they had no chance to go home.

"If Gray Wolf is captured, he will tell those people all our information. This is not a good thing."

Shiya smiled slightly and said.

"I know, but what does it matter? We are far stronger than them. Even if we see each other's cards, we have a greater chance of winning. The only suspense now is that they can survive the Black Snake's attack. How long can we hold on? We must choose the right time to enter the battlefield, not too early, not too late... What do you think? My friend."

Bernie thought for a while and shook his head.

"I don't know, but it may not be easy for Black Snake to win."

Lion Ya said disapprovingly.

"Just what kind of machine gun?"

Bernie continued.

"It's not a problem with a certain piece of equipment, but that the survivors in the northern suburbs have obviously acquired industrial capabilities and have been preparing for this war all winter. And the intelligence we have is very limited, and we have very limited information about them. We know nothing about the logistics situation. If this war drags on for too long, it may not be a good thing for us."

However, if they can capture this survivor settlement, the benefits they can gain from it will be huge.

A survivor stronghold with industrial capabilities is much richer than those agricultural communities.

In the few strongholds they had robbed before, all that was left in the warehouses were some potato chips and green wheat. If they can capture the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, their chances of winning the attack on Boulder City will be much higher.

Lion Tooth touched his chin.

"So how do you think we should end this war as soon as possible?"

Bernie said.

"It is the best choice to operate with friendly forces in the southern suburbs of Tianshui City."

"That's impossible," Shiya waved his hand and interrupted him, "I know that guy too well, he will definitely not cooperate with us."

Bernie smiled bitterly.

Noting the expression on the staff officer's face, Shiya smiled and comforted him.

"Don't worry, this tough nut may be a little harder to chew, but it's just a little bit. We have an absolute advantage in terms of equipment and manpower, and even one person can drown them with a spittle."

"As long as our friendly forces take action to contain their frontal force, I will immediately lead my brothers and appear on their flanks unexpectedly, and cooperate with our friendly forces to annihilate them in one fell swoop!"

"Don't you think this plan is perfect?"

And you can also dedicate part of your manpower to capture their stronghold before the Black Snake.

When that cunning and greedy guy sees his flag flying above the long-term farm, his lungs will explode.

When he thought of this, Shiya couldn't help but show a happy expression on his face.

Looking at this overly optimistic captain, Bernie sighed softly in his heart.

"You're right."

"This might be a good plan."

It would be great if everything goes as planned.

It is a full 20 kilometers away from Changjiang Farm, and the snowy land of these 20 kilometers is not easy to walk. There are forests and ruins in the process. I am afraid that the team will be very long and consume a lot of energy.

Assuming that Black Snake really fell into their scheme and decided to launch a lightning-fast offensive before the end of winter, then these twenty kilometers of snow would probably become the biggest variable in this battle.

Can they really kill those people's flanks like divine soldiers descending from heaven when the battle is at its most intense?

This is not as simple as drawing on a map.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door, and a plunderer walked in quickly.

The man had an excited expression on his face.

After entering the house, he knelt down on one knee and said in an excited tone.

"My lord!"

"That snake finally came out of its nest!"

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(The next chapter will be a little later...if it is not posted at twelve o'clock, it should be one o'clock. Say sorry to the brothers, I will finish writing and then have lunch.)