This Game is Too Real Chapter 43

  Chapter 43 Excellent players have begun to find work for NPCs

  Language barrier?

  Cannot communicate?

   For Chu Guang, this is not a problem at all.

   As a tool player, it is enough to master a few simple basic words to meet the needs of players for game functions.

   For example, the simplest buying and selling, can be learned without very complicated vocabulary.

   What should I do if the players can't understand what they say?

   salad.

   After all, even if it is a completely real immersive virtual reality online game, it is impossible for every NPC to have a completely real intelligence.

   This is reasonable.

   Therefore, Chu Guang did not require Xia Yan to learn Chinese, but only required her to master a few basic words and fixed sentence patterns.

   However, what he didn't expect was that his requirements had been set low enough, and this guy's performance was still not satisfactory.

"...To customers who come to the store, say 'Hello, I'm Xia Yan, the proprietress of the weapon store, what can I help you with', and when you hear 'I want to buy something', point to the menu and answer 'Look for yourself', Reaching out and answering 'Here' when you hear 'I need to service my gun'?"

  What the **** is this?

   Holding the note in his hand, Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang who was sitting on the chair with a frowning expression.

   Although the pronunciation of each word is marked, she still can't get used to this strange pronunciation.

   Even if it is really similar to the human language.

   Noticing that Xia Yan was looking at him, Chu Guang looked away from the computer screen and turned to look at her.

   "Have you learned?"

  Xia Yan: "Not yet..."

  Chu Guang: "Then why are you looking at me, continue to carry it."

  Xiayan: "..."

   For a moment, she suddenly felt that the job of having children might be easier, but for some reason, this person was not interested in her at all.

   Am I ugly?

   Not so much.

   pinched her red hair tips depressedly, Xia Yan was still very confident in her appearance, for example, the captain had pursued her for a while.

   But she didn't like it.

  Cannon fodder's life is too hard, and she has to face the threat of death every day. Her dream is to be able to marry into the inner city of Boulder City and live the life of a rich wife.

   In fact, it is not impossible to think about it.

   If one day you receive the task of escorting a big man, maybe the story of the beautiful woman saving the hero in the novel will happen?

   It's just a pity that, let alone escorting the big shots, a fringe team like them can't even do the tasks on the edge of the Second Ring Road, and can only be sent to this kind of wilderness to open a "blind box".

   As for now...

  The life of your dreams is even more out of the question.

  Who wants a lame man?

   And he was a **** who was captured by barbarians...

   Just when Xia Yan felt sad about his fate, there was a light cough next to him.

   "Your expression subsides a little."

"what?"

   Xia Yan looked blank.

   Really deserted.

   Looking at her subconscious reaction, Chu Guang, who was sitting in the chair, was speechless.

   sighed, he paused for a moment, and said expressionlessly.

   "Start the time from now, and I will test you in two hours."

   "If there is still no progress, perhaps the Brown Farm next door will be more suitable for you, where serfs are needed."

   "Exactly, I can make a fortune too."

  It's winter now, and Brown Farm doesn't need serfs. Instead, at the end of the month, they will dispose of a batch of old things that can't work, or scraps with broken arms and legs.

   A lame mercenary, no one will ask for it for nothing.

As for coveting beauty, it's even more nonsense. Even the rich man of Bette Street can afford a clone with a face so delicate that even a star would be jealous, and a vulgar and savage soul can be worth a lot of money. Woolen cloth?

  This is wasteland.

   sold this guy, and Chu Guang just said it casually.

   Scare her and give her a little motivation.

   Even if this guy is so stupid that he can't even memorize these few pages of lines, he won't sell her as a slave.

   Throw it out from here at best.

   In fact, during the period of contact, Chu Guang found that this person is also quite interesting. It is useless to talk well. He casually threatened with two words and immediately confessed, and obediently carried it there.

  What's the problem?

  Chu Guang shook his head and continued to use his net. Just now he discovered that his Steam account was still available, just to pass the time...

   The next morning.

   Chu Guang, who woke up from sleep, opened the player list, unlocked the players' login permissions in batches, and took the online players to the surface.

   "Dear Manager, what about the lady yesterday?" Standing beside the Manager, Fang Chang respectfully asked.

"Do you mean Xia Yan? Her injuries are a bit serious and she needs to rest for a few days. I communicated with her last night, and she has agreed to join our business. When her injuries are healed, she will be in charge of the outpost's weapon maintenance work. ."

  Chu Guang, of course, didn't say that this guy endorsed it until two or three o'clock, and finally carried it to the next room by himself. Not surprisingly, she should be sleeping soundly.

   After listening to the manager's answer, Fang Chang's eyes instantly lit up.

  New information!

   The name of the new NPC is Xia Yan!

   The identity should be a weapon shop owner or a similar occupation!

   silently wrote down these two things, Fang Chang planned to wait until he was offline today and update all these information to his own post.

  Chu Guang could of course guess what he was thinking, otherwise he would not have told him in such detail.

   Continuing to perform his work as an NPC, Chu Guang took the players to the open space of the sanatorium to give a brief mobilization speech, and then announced the dissolution.

  After two days of running-in, the newly joined players have basically adapted to the rhythm of the game and do not need him to direct at all.

   Looking at the gradually rising fire and black smoke outside the construction site, as well as the players climbing up and down around the scaffolding, humming, humming, Chu Guang suddenly felt like an old duck farmer.

The daily work is to drive the ducks out of the cage, let them sneak out on their own, wait until it gets dark, then gather them and drive them back to the cage, and then count today's harvest and how much fat the ducks have gained. By the way, there are more Plan to pluck a bit of duck feathers from them.

   Of course, this is not entirely true.

   After all, most of the tools for work are provided to them by themselves, and most of the jerky they eat is also obtained by hunting.

   Thinking of this, I still put in a lot of effort.

perhaps?

   stood in front of the construction site and watched for a while, just when Chu Guang was thinking about what to do today, Ye Shi had already taken the initiative to look for him.

   "Dear Manager!" He saluted respectfully, Ye Shiyi was eager to try, and said very skillfully, "Are we still going hunting today? When will we set off?"

  Chu Guang was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"……Now."

   Good guy.

   Now these players are very proactive, and have all learned to arrange work for themselves?

   But Chu Guang didn't say anything.

   After all, he really planned to go out for a walk just now, and come back to smoke some game.

   Taking Ye Shi back to the shelter, Chu Guang put on the tactical belt he had taken off the mercenary, inserted the pistol he picked up on it, and then inserted two 5mm pistol magazines as spares.

  The main weapon is still his 9mm iron barrel rifle, and the holy sword of physics-a steel pipe that can crack doors and hammer people.

  Although there are now two "melee artifacts" of submachine guns and shotguns to choose from, these two pieces of equipment are not of great significance for hunting.

   There is no single-headed bullet in the spare ammunition of the sprayer, and the shell will destroy the fur.

   Compared with using melee firepower to suppress the prey, Chu Guang prefers to use a rifled high-quality 9mm iron barrel rifle to kill the prey at a medium distance.

   Or at least make it incapacitated, and then approach the past and use the steel pipe to make up the knife.

   This not only saves precious ammo, but also preserves the prey's pelt more completely.

   You must know that every additional bullet hole or cut mark will reduce the quality of the fur by 10%.

   "You take this with you."

  Chu Guang handed Ye Shi a pistol and a crossbow, as well as an animal skin quiver with fifteen crossbow bolts.

   "Can I use that sprayer?"

   Ye Shi looked at the pistol, then at the shotgun leaning against the wall, and looked at Chu Guang pitifully.

   However, Chu Guang had no intention of making any concessions, and said expressionlessly.

   "We're hunting, not mutants."

   "You should be familiar with these two weapons before talking about anything else."

  Chu Guang took Ye Shi to go hunting.

  The players in the outpost worked as diligently as yesterday, moving bricks, mixing cement with cement, and plastering plastering, none of them were idle.

  The work efficiency of the players has been greatly improved due to the thirty tools that the manager has exchanged from Brown Farm.

  Especially for players who build walls.

  The walled construction site of the outpost is advancing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

   is not just a construction site.

   Fang Chang and Lao Bai, who were pondering the local steelmaking methods, got new progress in their work after they got the tongs and the hammer for hammering iron.

From those cars in the parking lot, they removed the rusted frame, hood, suspension, and even the engine casing inside... After two hundred years of wind and rain, they could not find the complete structure. Waste products, for them, are natural open-pit deposits.

   smashed the brittle rust and threw it into the furnace, still using charcoal as a reducing agent, and blowing through a human bellows. This time they finally succeeded in refining the garbage into hot molten iron.

  "Awesome!!!"

   "It's done!"

   Lao Bai and Fang Chang clenched their fists excitedly.

   They have been waiting for this moment for three full days!

  The molten iron fired by this method will be the pig iron with high carbon content after cooling. By repeatedly heating and cooling, the carbon content is reduced to between 2% and 1.5%, and the most basic steel can be obtained.

   As for adding metals such as chrome-nickel to make alloys, it's still too difficult for them. Serious steelmaking still requires professional equipment, at least an electric furnace.

   In fact, not to mention steelmaking, just being able to boil molten iron from industrial waste is already quite a remarkable thing for them with poor production facilities!

   "Let's forge something?" Lao Bai looked at Fang Chang excitedly and asked, "Axe? Knife? Or something else."

   Fang Chang had the same look of joy, and said after thinking for a few seconds.

   "Make a cauldron first!"

   "If I eat stewed vegetables every day, I'm going to vomit!"

  Although yesterday's mashed potatoes were good, I heard from my scrambled egg brother that there is not much soy sauce anymore, so today it's pine nuts fresh fish soup again.

   That thing is really not fresh at all, and the mouth is full of catfish taste.

   "Haha, great idea! With a wok, you can cook!"

   The two hit it off and quickly reached a consensus. They began to use the yellow mud left over from the bricks to figure out how to make an abrasive tool for firing iron pots.

   On the other side, in front of the woodworking hut.

   Brother Mosquito, who was sitting at the door with a small bench, was concentrating on his manual work.

  I saw him holding a trash can he picked up from nowhere, sealed the trash can with wooden boards, and then chiseled a stainless steel pipe into it to make a simple watering can.

   This is not over yet.

   He was clearly not content with the sloping sprinklers.

Brother Mosquito then used pine resin to seal the connection, the outer shell of the trash can was equipped with a wooden handle that can be carried, and a plastic bottle was used to make a booster similar to a watering can, and the hose was folded into an S shape and connected to the back of the trash can. department.

"Perfect!"

  The done brother Mosquito looked at the guy in his hand with a happy expression on his face.

   Manual pressurized flamethrower!

   As long as you inject wood tar into the barrel, and then insert a flammable cotton sliver into the front water pipe, within a five-meter killing radius, this thing can theoretically become a nightmare for anyone or aliens——

   Of course, the premise is that you don't give yourself points.

   In terms of high emotional intelligence, the design concept of this thing is somewhat cyberpunk, but Brother Mosquito thinks that it is not a big problem, and it will be better to improve it in the future.

   Let's call it "Hellfire 0.1"!

   was thinking about where to try it, when Brother Mosquito raised his head and suddenly saw a strong wind with a plastic bucket coming towards him.

   This guy went fishing early in the morning. Usually, he can only see others near the sanatorium in the afternoon. I didn't expect it to be unusual today, and he came back before ten o'clock.

   "Yo, it's so early today?" Mosquito looked at the gust of wind coming, and laughed and joked, "Isn't it because the trap was broken again."

   "It has nothing to do with the trap," Gu Feng threw the plastic bucket in his hand on the ground, "Look what I found?"

   "What did I find—" Mosquito was stunned when he saw what was in the bucket.

   That was some white stone.

   There are some yellow and light brown impurities mixed in it.

   The stiffness on his face instantly turned into ecstasy.

   "Struvite!?"

   (end of this chapter)

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