This Game is Too Real Chapter 383

   Chapter 383 Codename Pangolin?

  The exoskeleton is convenient to wear, but not so convenient to take off.

   The battlefield guy who got into the woods tossed for a while, and then removed all the equipment on his body, brought it out and handed it over to Kakarot.

   "My good brother, I will entrust you with my clothes!"

   Now he has a ragged sack on his body and is carrying one in his hand. He looks more like a scavenger than a scavenger. His shabby appearance makes Old Hei want to take out his wallet.

   Kakarot stretched out his hand very succinctly.

   "Where's the VM? Hand it over too."

   "Damn it! How can I mark the location without the VM?"

"You're stupid, don't you go offline to punctuate the official website?" Kakarot rolled his eyes, "Is there any other use for wearing this thing besides proving that you are a resident of the shelter? "

   "Yes... I can go offline and report."

   The Battlefield Atmosphere Team suddenly realized, decisively took the VM off its arm and shoved it into Kakarot's hand.

   Lao Hei stared at him strangely until the back disappeared into the woods.

   "Is this guy really okay?"

  Kakarot grinned and tapped him on the shoulder.

   "Never mind, it doesn't matter if anyone has anything to do, as long as the equipment is okay. Let's go, it's time for us to go!"

   A group of soldiers divided into two groups.

  Kakarot and I went back to the eastern camp of the Stormtroopers, while the Warlords followed the survivors' footprints and headed northwest alone.

   The road was not uneventful.

   Maybe this outfit is too deceptive, maybe because he is only one person, and even the mutant hyena dares to come and beat his idea.

   Thanks to his level, he has broken through the LV20 bottleneck, and the gene sequence has reached the third stage.

   Even if he didn't have a hot weapon, he still easily killed the two hyenas that rushed up with his agile skills and the weapons he picked up at random, and scare the last one away.

   "Damn, I knew I would have kept the dagger on my body!" Looking at the hair and blood on his hand, the warlord threw away the branch that was broken in two and cursed.

   It was then that he suddenly realized that walking alone in the wasteland was more strange than carrying a gun without a weapon.

   However, it is too late to think about this question now.

   picked up a wooden stick and sharpened it with a stone as a short spear, and the warlord continued to follow the footprints on the ground.

   walked about ten kilometers, from morning to noon, and finally came to a relatively open area through the dense jungle.

   Not far away, there was the sound of gurgling water, and the warlord's eyes suddenly lit up.

   "Water source!"

   "It should be not far ahead!"

   As we all know, the vicinity of the water source is the best camp site, and the larger the team size, the more upstream areas should be selected as much as possible.

   Realizing that the Legion's camp was nearby, the battlefield guy was not in a hurry. He went straight to the side of the stream, intending to clean up the sticky blood on his hands and wash his face by the way.

   However, just when he was just about to hold up a bucket of water with his hands and prepare to throw it on his face, the movement of his hands suddenly stopped.

   "Tsk... Lao Tzu's game character is so handsome, he will definitely see the problem when he approaches."

   This is not possible.

   rolled his eyes, and the warlord simply let go of his hands, picked up a lump of mud from the river and rubbed it on his face, rubbed it a bit, and looked at the water again, and then nodded in satisfaction.

good.

   It's finally like that.

   That's what it tastes like...

   It smells weird.

   Didn't stay by the stream for much longer. The battlefield man leaned on the wooden stick in his hand and searched in the upstream direction, intending to find the specific location of the camp, and then look for an iconic reference nearby and withdraw.

   However, what he didn't expect was that before he reached the camp, he ran into a few soldiers with rifles and black robes.

   The other party obviously found him too, and looked straight at him.

  's heart jumped to the throat, and the warlord secretly thought that he was about to suffer, and clenched the wooden stick in his palm.

but-

   The elite monster standing in front of him seemed to be confused by his outfit, and instead of triggering the battle directly, he raised his muzzle on alert and aimed at him.

   "Stop!"

  The battlefield guy stopped his steps obediently, and before the opponent let him drop his weapon, he threw the sharpened wooden stick in his hand.

   The soldier stared at him and continued.

"who are you?"

"me…"

   Battlefield guy just wanted to answer, but Naihe people's words were too stretched. There were only a few words in the stomach. After searching for a long time, they couldn't make them up, and they were sweating.

but…

   It was precisely because of his reaction that the opponent relaxed his vigilance.

   glanced at the frightened wastelander with contempt, and the soldier's eyes clearly showed some contempt.

   "Scavengers?"

   Battlefielder's eyes lit up and nodded quickly.

"Yep!"

   "Where did the blood come from?"

  The Battlefielder shook the sack in his hand, slowly reached in, and took out the **** mutant hyena inside.

   Seeing the branch stuck on the neck of the hyena, several soldiers looked at each other, not concealing the mockery between their brows and words.

   "As I said, the survivors here are like monkeys."

   "Tsk tsk, I don't even have a decent weapon, and I'm still fighting against aliens with my bare hands."

   "It's a shame they survived."

   "They will thank us, we brought them civilization anyway!"

The leading soldier did not speak, but he no longer doubted. He lowered the muzzle in his hand, pointed to his feet, and then pointed to the woods behind him.

   "Everything is thrown here, and people move forward."

   Although the Battlefield guy didn't know much about it, he could still understand the gesture, and he couldn't help laughing and crying.

   What's wrong with this?

   He just came to have a look and left, but he didn't expect to be caught as a scavenger.

   Those soldiers obviously didn't mean to let him go.

  The battlefield guy only hesitated for half a second, then he obediently put down what was in his hand and walked obediently to the direction the soldier pointed.

   advanced about five or six hundred meters, and a spacious camp gate came into his sight.

  The north side of the camp is next to the hills, and the east side is not far from the stream running down the mountain stream.

   The entire camp is very large in scale, but the facilities are very simple, with only a row of wooden fence walls, a few wooden sentry towers, and a few dozen tents.

   Soldiers in black robes were standing guard and patrolling nearby. I don't know how many there were, but there would be no less than two hundred troops.

   The center of the camp was dark, apparently the survivors who were driven here. The number of them is also uncountable, and it can only be estimated that it should not be less than five thousand.

   If it weren't for the gathering, the battlefield fighters would not have imagined that there are so many survivors living in the small city of Ruigu.

   Unlike him who is empty-handed, everyone here is carrying large and small bags of luggage, and their faces are full of blank, terrified or sluggish expressions.

   Most of them were taken to this unfamiliar place involuntarily, to stay with a group of people they had never seen before.

   Before he could regain his senses, he was shoved by a soldier with a gun at the back of the team at the gate of the camp.

   There is a table at the door, and an officer sits behind him. He is holding a pen in his hand and writing on the paper, while casually throwing a sign with a number on it to the survivors standing in front of the table.

   finally arrived at the battlefield.

   The officer tapped the table with a pen and said impatiently when he saw that the man didn't respond.

"name."

   This everyday phrase, the battlefield guy can understand, but of course he can't report his game ID, that's too strange.

   In a hurry, he blurted out his debut.

   "Wear, pangolin."

  The officer didn't say anything, just drew two strokes on the paper, and then threw the sign to the battlefield guy. Most of the wastelanders have no culture, let alone animals as names, there are not a few people who use tables and stools as names.

  The battlefield guy suspected that this guy didn't listen to what he said at all, but he didn't stop in front of the door, glanced at the number on the sign, and went to the camp.

   A group of people stood in the open space in a daze.

   He didn't know where to go either.

   Just when he was at a loss, a survivor who looked similar to him suddenly came over.

   "Dude, where are you from?"

  The battlefield guy said nonsense.

   “…Bet Street.”

  The survivor looked blank.

   "Bate Street? Never heard of it."

"It's a bit far from here... I was also caught out of bad luck." The battlefield guy wanted to express it like this, but he had too little vocabulary. stammer.

   "Really? You're out of luck...although I'm not much better."

   The man sighed and continued.

   "My name is Li Ba, and I'm from Shikeshu Village... Those guys in black robes drove us here without any reason."

   "My name... is a pangolin." The battlefield guy then asked what he cared about most, "What are those people going to do to us?"

"do not know."

   Li Ba's face was clearly sad.

   "They didn't say anything. When we got here, they confiscated our food and the two-headed cow. They said it would be centralized management. Then they left us here and let us wait..."

While    was talking, a man with a raised nose in the middle walked in front of all the survivors with a line of soldiers.

   His eyes were like vultures, and just the eye contact made the noisy crowd seem to have poured cold water on them, and instantly quieted down.

   looked around at all the survivors present, Colway raised his chin slightly and said in a commanding tone.

   "From now on, the area around Ruigu City is designated as a war zone where the Legion and the Enterprise will fight. But don't worry, the Legion will provide you with protection until the end of the war."

   "In exchange for not having to shed blood, you need to pay sweat and labor as a reward for my gifts!"

   No one dared to stand up against it.

   No one dared to make a sound.

   Everyone's faces were full of fear and anxiety, only the warlord mixed in the crowd had a strange expression on his face.

   Good guy.

   The people of these legions really believed that it was the people of the enterprise who were fighting against them.

   No wonder they repaired the engine and did not move forward. It seems that they planned to stop the reinforcements of the company here...

  Colway waited for a while and continued.

   "My name is Colway, and I'm in charge of everything here."

   "Standing next to me is Mr. Finold, the logistics officer. He will explain the work for you, delineate the living area, and arrange the tasks that need to be completed every day."

   The man named Finold had a warm smile on his face, which was in stark contrast to Colway's innocence.

   This made him seem like a very easy-going person, but the warlord could feel the arrogance in his eyes that could not be hidden.

   Obviously, he did not regard the wastelanders in front of him as human beings, but a pile of supplies or consumables and similar things.

  Colway looked at Finold.

   "Do you want to say a word?"

  Finold said with a smile.

   "Go ahead, that's all there is to it anyway."

  Corway nodded, continued to look at the survivors in the camp, and raised the volume.

   "Don't think about being lazy, everyone here has to work, no exceptions! Slackers who don't get the job done won't get food, let alone any sympathy."

   "In addition, for the outstanding residents, we will not only improve his treatment, but also give generous rewards. For example... let him serve as the ten commander."

   paused, he stared at his turbid eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised a hint of mockery.

   "Even a centurion!"

  East of Ruigu City.

  The baggage team and more than 100 players who marched for five days finally successfully joined the group of Brother Quan Shui who arrived in Ruigu City first.

   stuffed a full five trucks of supplies, finally solving the supply problem of the Storm Corps.

  The NPCs who arrive with the players will be divided into two parts, one part will return to Dawn City to continue to transport materials, and the other part will stay in the camp to help players build positions, and use building materials to reinforce tunnels, anti-gun bunkers and other fixed fortifications.

   The time is approaching dusk.

   Glancing at the time on the VM, Commander Quan Shui looked at me and asked the darkest.

   "What about that dog in the battlefield? Why haven't you come back yet?"

   I said helplessly with the darkest face.

   "I don't know, he just said try to come back before dark."

"I see," Kakarot shook his head, holding his arms, "a distance of 20 to 30 kilometers, without an exoskeleton, why would you have to run for a few hours? Even if he found the camp before noon, rush I'll have to wait until tomorrow to come back."

Commander    Spring Water nodded.

   "That's right, leave him alone."

  Kakarot looked at the spring and asked.

   "What about us? What now?"

  The spring commander knew that he was asking about the countermeasures against the legion, and said after thinking for a moment.

   "Well...it's not very easy to deal with. They drove all the local residents to one place. We can't always hunt and kill scavengers who go out to collect resources."

   is not entirely taboo on sensitive moral issues, the key point is that doing so is extremely inefficient, and will completely push the local residents to the side of the legion.

   Suddenly, Commander Quan Shui moved in his heart, raised his head and said.

   "By the way, have you taken photos of the destroyed camps?"

  Kakarot nodded.

   "It was filmed... what's wrong?"

  The spring commander continued.

   "After a while, you can take someone to contact the nearby survivors' settlement, show them the photos taken during the day, and persuade them to leave the village and take refuge outside."

  Kakarot was stunned and hesitated.

   "Will they listen to us?"

   Escape is no small matter.

   It is somewhat whimsical to convince the locals to leave the place where their ancestors lived with just a few photos.

  The spring commander said simply.

"You tell them that there is a place called Dawn City in Qingquan City, 150 kilometers away from here. The people there are willing to provide shelter for them. When we end the war with the Legion, they will be able to return to their own homes. home."

   "Whatever they ultimately choose, we only do what we can."

   How much can be persuaded away.

   It is better to drive people away than to let them be taken by the Legion and used as coolies.

After    explained the task, Commander Quan Shui walked to the side of the baggage team, found the NPC in charge, and handed a locked iron box to him.

   The box is very light and only holds one card in it.

   That card was handed to him by Sesame Paste before the White Bear Knights went to explore the entrance of Vault 79.

   It is said that it is a very important quest item, maybe it can change the direction of the battle, please find a way to get it into the hands of the manager.

  The spring commander must be inseparable from the front line. Every player in the corps has also arranged specific tasks, and only these NPC soldiers can be asked.

  Although they are logisticians, their loyalty is also unquestionable.

   has even become a faith rather than loyalty.

   "We have a wounded man with a special status here. We have to trouble you to send him back to Dawn City... and this box, please be sure to hand it over to the manager!"

   Hearing Commander Quan Shui's order, the logistics officer nodded solemnly, stretched out his hand to take the box, and pressed his right fist against his chest.

   "Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

  Commander Quan Shui looked at him and nodded, and his right fist also touched his chest, which was regarded as a return gift.

   "For the Alliance!"

  Official website forum.

   Today is as lively as ever.

   The news here is far more explosive than the "Survivor Daily". Every once in a while, players from the Storm Corps will bring first-hand battle reports.

   Including where they ambushed another legion's patrol, how many people were killed, and how much equipment was seized, the melon eaters were hooked.

Of course.

   The most addictive thing for players and cloud players is the information brought back by the battlefield brother...

   "Latest news! The Legion has established a new stronghold near Ye Yeling on the northwest side of Ruigu City, called Ye Ye Camp!"

  Quan Shui Commander: "Damn it, you are finally bubbling up!"

  I am the darkest: "We thought you were dead outside."

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Hey, something happened, I was going to take a look outside and walk over, but by chance, I ran into the legion's patrol head-on... Anyway, when I came back to my senses, people were already there. Inside the camp."

  The field guy was too embarrassed to tell him about cutting potatoes for an afternoon, because it was too embarrassing.

   But fortunately, the Legion people did not discover his identity as an Awakened, nor did they suspect that he was a mute who could not speak well.

On the contrary, it was the NPC like the cook who praised his speed of peeling potatoes, praised him for completing three times the workload of other workers, and transferred him from the Chase shop where the workers lived to the quadruple room next to the kitchen. , and will be responsible for peeling potatoes in the future.

  Kakarot: "What the hell?!"

  Broken leg Kevin: "And this good thing?!"

  Ye Ten: "Good guy... I call him good guy."

   Canyon Fleeing Mole: "How many people are there?"

   Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Not much, not much, it is estimated to be about five or six thousand, most of them are locals captured by the legion from nearby survivor settlements."

   Debt and big eyes: "I don't understand, what is the Legion trying to do by gathering those survivors together?"

  Professor Yang: "You don't understand this. The population itself is a resource, with zero maintenance costs and no technical content. A bowl of rice can last for half a day. How can someone use such a machine? (Yanya

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Almost, the legion organized some people to hunt, some to scavenge waste, and those responsible for growing croissants and feeding cattle... Most of the materials produced here are supplied to the airship, and the food for the survivors is only nutritious. Ointment. Shit, the smell of that stuff is absolutely amazing, I feel like it's mixed with stones or sawdust or something."

  Irena: "Are you sure it's wood chips, not bone **** or something? (funny

   Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Fuck! Stop talking, I'm going to vomit! (vomit

  Elf King Fugui: "Be optimistic, brother, that's just an assumption, maybe it's wild fruit, bark, or something else. (funny

  The fleeing mole rat in the canyon: "I feel that the Legion's plans are not small."

  Fang Chang: "I have the same feeling... It seems that they are planning to support a local force as their **** in the River Valley Province, just like what they did in the Luoxia Province."

  Tengteng: "Luoxia Province? 0.0"

  Fang Chang: "Well, I talked about this with that newspaper president Hal from Luoxia Province. The Falcon Kingdom in Luoxia Province is the Legion's servant country east of the Great Desert."

Commander    Spring Water: "Anyway, the Legion has taken countermeasures against our guerrilla tactics, and we have to adjust our tactics appropriately."

   paddled on the edge: "Speaking of the Boulder City? Is there any reaction?"

Fang Chang: "Of course there is, but I can't say whether it is a high war mood or pure panic. In short, after that day, I saw a lot of arms sent to the northern suburbs, and the top of the alliance should have reached an agreement with the top of Boulder City. Some kind of agreement...I guess."

  The edge of the water: "Hey, it would be nice if the people from the company left two days later."

   Everyone said one sentence to me, and it didn't take long for the post to cover thousands of floors.

Especially when I heard that the officer named Colway promised that those who made outstanding contributions would be appointed as ten or even centurions. Many good people who eat melons have encouraged the warlords to perform well, and strive to become a "puppet leader". "Dangdang.

   Chu Guang, who was sitting in front of the computer, was also surprised at the moment.

   Good guy.

   This is considered to be infiltrated into the army?

   "Little Qi."

   "What's the matter, Master?" Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the table, tilted her head.

"Can you connect the task interface with the official website forum account?" Chu Guang thought for a while and described his thoughts, "In short, it is to allow players to confirm their tasks through the official website account outside the game. "

   He wanted to do this before, but he forgot about it because he didn't have that demand and he was busy during this time.

   After listening to Chu Guang's request, Xiao Qi immediately nodded vigorously.

   "No problem! This is very simple, leave it to Xiao Qi!"

   It is really easy for it to connect two systems that have been developed together, just do a data exchange on the server.

   did not use a minute, the software program update has been completed.

  Now players can not only check the progress of the mission on the official website, but also receive new missions on the official website.

   Holding the mouse in his right hand, Chu Guang browsed through Xiao Qi's masterpiece, and a smile appeared on his face.

good.

  The player gets the convenience, and he gets the convenience of calling the player. There is no doubt that this is a change that is the best of both worlds.

  Yeah is a genius!

   Meanwhile, a certain bedroom in a parallel world.

   was sitting in front of the computer with a smirk on his face, watching someone whose number of replies skyrocketed, suddenly sat up straight from the chair and let out a strange cry.

   "Fuck? That's okay?!"

   Just now, the Battlefield Atmosphere team suddenly discovered that there was a small red dot in the user information column in the upper right corner of the official website.

  Curiously clicked and opened it, it turned out to be the taskbar!

   "When was it updated?"

  The Battlefield guy looked confused, but after two clicks of the mouse, the confused expression quickly turned into ecstasy.

   In the past, this broken game, without the VM system, could not even complete the task.

   Now Gou Planning has finally made a compromise on authenticity. Players can not only check the progress of the mission on the official website, but also check the newly triggered missions!

   It's just blown away!

  【Task 1: Lurk in the fallen leaves camp and inquire about the movement of the legion. The reward amount is determined by the intelligence value and accuracy. 】

  【Task 2 (optional): Infiltrate the management of the fallen leaves camp and gain the trust of the legion. 】

  【Task 3 (optional):…】

   Looking at the new and exciting tasks, the battlefield guy couldn't wait to cut off the page, and excitedly ran to the forum to open a new post to announce the good news.

   "Brothers are cute! The dog plan has been updated!!"

   The players in the entire forum are giving bad ideas to the battlefield guy and helping him improve his undercover character. Chu Guang felt that he should not need to worry too much.

  Establishing eyeliners in the legion's camp is just an attempt, and the outcome of the war will ultimately be decided on the battlefield.

  Chu Guang would never bet his hope of victory on a certain piece of equipment or on a certain person or two, but he did not rule out that the battlefield buddy might bring him unexpected surprises.

   What if?

   What if he became the leader of the puppet army and succeeded in gaining the trust of the legion?

  Although the probability is almost zero, it is not completely impossible.

   In a word, there is Brother Quan Shui in command of the front line. Chu Guang has designated Ruigu City as a war zone, and has given him full authority over the war zone.

   Countless previous battles have proved this player's command and organizational skills. Chu Guang believes that he should be able to plan the position of each machine gun position without worrying too much.

  On his side, he only needs to manage the logistics and ensure that the front-line ammunition is sufficient, and he will naturally give himself a satisfactory answer.

   In contrast, Chu Guang is more concerned about another team that is on a mission.

  Three days ago, the White Bear Knights set off from the operation camp and went deep into the urban area of ​​Ruigu City to search for the entrance of Vault 79.

   Judging from the continuously updated posts of Sisi on the forum, it seems that their "treasure hunt" has made new progress...

   (end of this chapter)

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