This Game is Too Real Chapter 488

   Dimly lit hotel.

   The half-closed curtains let in a ray of morning light.

   Lao Bai opened his eyes and found himself covered with a quilt, shook his drowsy head, and woke up from his sleep.

   "You slept to death."

   Hearing the voice next to him, Lao Bai turned his head and saw Chen Yutong sitting on the sofa not far away. Her knees were covered with a blanket, her calves were curled in the blanket, and she was still wearing yesterday's clothes. It is now October, and the temperature in the valley has turned cooler. This year should be a mild winter by convention, but it will snow in early December at the latest.

   Thinking that he actually let her sleep on the sofa all night, Lao Bai was also a little embarrassed, and said with a light cough. "Sorry, I drank too much last night..."

  No way, not just the little girl named Lisa, the drinkers in the entire Highway Town Hotel are waiting for his story.

   In order to make up the story like that, and to cover up the true identity of the pangolin as a spy, he could only bite the bullet and paddled the edge of the water and put the stories of the players on the pangolin's head.

   So, the rookie killer who killed like numb on the G537 position became a fighter with seven in and seven out on the No. 330 high ground.

  If someone went to the Lion Kingdom hundreds of kilometers away, I am afraid they would hear the opposite rumors from the locals, and it is unclear why the pangolin was on the Alliance side for a while, and then helped the legion fight against the Alliance.

   But it doesn't matter.

   This also fits the identity of that guy's double agent.

  On the wasteland, anyone with a mouth can brag, and no one has the ability to verify which rumor is true.

   Anyway, there will be people who are idle in the future. According to their own understanding, I will compile a logical and self-consistent version. However, what makes Lao Bai wonder is why he is here.

   As we all know, this game can block some feelings that can cause players discomfort. In this way, although the gameplay is improved, it will also make it difficult for players to judge their own situation through the early warning of the nervous system.

The most direct result of    is that once you get drunk, you will basically be broken and you will not be able to connect with life or death.

   Usually when a player gets drunk, Old Hook or other players help them move the game character to the guest room to rest in a tacit understanding.

   But somehow this time. Actually moved him to the NPC's room.

   "It's okay, I'm not picky about where I sleep. I travel outside all year round, and I often spend the night in the car.

  The sofa is quite comfortable to sleep on...Is the material made of exotic fur?"

   said, Chen Yutong pressed the soft armrest of the sofa.

   Looking at her innocent expression, Lao Bai suddenly remembered that she drank a lot last night, and couldn't help asking. "Maybe it's the monster's skin... Speaking of which, don't you feel drunk?" Chen Yutong was slightly stunned.

   "I? I don't feel anything. The bionics means that the liver has enough alcohol dehydrogenase to metabolize alcohol without activating the CYP2E1 enzyme to generate reactive oxygen species. Basically, I don't feel anything..."

Oops. My head started to hurt again. I should have chosen the physique system...

   Looking at the old white who was holding his eyebrows, Chen Yutong couldn't help but smile and joked.

   "It's quite difficult to get me drunk." Old Bai hurriedly coughed and explained. "I didn't think about it." "It's just a joke, don't take it to heart," Chen Yutong continued, bending the corners of his mouth, "By the way... that drink is really interesting, although I didn't realize the slightly drunk feeling you mentioned. , but there is another wonderful feeling to me, thank you."

   "You're welcome, I told you to have a drink."

   It's embarrassing to always lie on someone else's bed, Lao Bai sat up from the bed with his hands up, shook his head, picked up the VM on the bedside table, and put it on his muscular arm.

   The short reading is completed, and light blue fluorescence quickly appears on the screen.

   To Lao Bai's surprise, however, a brand new little red dot appeared on the icon on the taskbar at startup this time.

  【The new mission takes the latest flight to report to the frontline. 】He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes flashed with excitement. Noticing the change in his expression, Chen Yutong asked curiously. "What's wrong"

   "The vacation ended early, and the manager called me to go to the front line" Lao Bai grinned and continued, "It seems that there is a need for me there again.

   The target of the next action is the Royal Palace of Falcon City.

  The Goblin Corps organized hundreds of W-2 attack aircraft to act together with them.

   Accompanying them is the Storm Corps, who will take the Iron Heart and break directly to the rear of the Legion's 2nd Oasis line.

   It will be a strategic adventure.

   If you play it well, it is the Battle of Crete, and if you play it badly, it is Operation Garden Market. It seems that the headquarters is planning to play a big wave this time.

   With burning intent to fight in his eyes, Old Bai lifted the quilt and got out of bed, grabbed the coat hanging beside him and put it on his body.

   Guessed something from the expression on his face, but Chen Yutong didn't say anything, let alone worry, just bent the corner of his mouth and said in a normal tone.

   "Be safe, I'll treat you to a drink when you come back next time." Old Bai who stopped at the door made a gesture with a smile. "Then I can remember."

   Vault 404. B3 floor medical laboratory.

   Luo Yu, who was sitting on the folding chair, looked at Xiao Yu who was lying on the scanning bed in a sleepy state with a worried expression. "Is it... ok?"

  Heya, who was standing beside the console, was busy recording the experimental data, and took time to reply casually. "Very good, even stronger than before."

   With the last check item over, she tapped the blue button on the screen.

   Several flexible metal pipes were pulled away from Xiao Yu's forehead, chest and skirt, and shrunk into the silver-white experimental equipment on the ceiling.

  The next job is to summarize the experimental data and analyze the conclusions.

  The research on Xiaoyu is the top priority of the Alliance Biology Institute. This is not only related to the Alliance's understanding of the mutant slime mold, but also to whether she can successfully get the biology laboratory on the B6 floor.

After    and others have analyzed and concluded, she also needs to organize the staged results into a report and send it to the manager who manages all the machines.

  Sometimes she really admires that guy.

   That guy's brain is like a CPU with multi-core threads, which can process things from many different fields such as economy, industry, military, scientific research, culture, diplomacy, etc. at the same time.

   That guy's secrets fascinated her even more than the mother's nest in Qingquan City, but it's a pity that whenever he talks about this topic, he always prevaricates with a sentence he doesn't know very well.

   Suddenly noticed the worried expressions on the faces of the residents of the shelter aside, Heya thought of what Chu Guang had told her before, and comforted him casually.

   "Don't worry, today's research is just a routine check, your little feather will be fine."

  Although she still had a worried expression on her face, Luo Yu's tense nerves relaxed a little after hearing the comfort of the "Alliance Chief Biologist".

   Looking at Luo Yu who was relaxed, Heya paused for a moment and continued.

   "However...its DNA is entering a stage of instability, and it is better to take it to less dangerous places as much as possible recently. Especially the front lines, without the protection of the fruiting body, the lone parent is quite fragile.

  Luoyu nodded seriously.

   But out of curiosity, he couldn't help but ask. "That unstable stage...what is it?" Can his little feather continue to evolve?

   That's really cool.

   Looking at Luo Yu who seemed to be optimistic, Heya shook her head.

   "I don't know. The research data I have in hand is not enough to explain this situation. I can only make a rough guess based on limited clues."

  Luoyu swallowed and waited for her to continue.

   sorted out the thoughts in her mind for a moment, and Heya continued after a pause.

   "There is a cycle in the growth of the mother, this cycle is long or short, after reaching the cycle they will become another

   form of life, and that's what we call a mother's nest...like a cocoon-breaking butterfly that goes from pupa to adult. "

   Luo Yu immediately asked. "What is the opportunity?" Heya shook her head. "I don't know, but I guess it should be a choice for the future path." "Choose..."

"That's right," Heya nodded. "Natural threats are no longer the main threat to it. Standing at the top of the food chain, it is no longer constrained by general natural conditions, which means that it needs to choose its own future evolution. The road. This is the ability given to it by nature, and it is also its mission.

“The genetic information collected from nature, the memory, experience and knowledge stored in neural tissue… all serve as a reference for evolution, before it has completed the accumulation of these elements. In short, it has to decide to receive Down is a lovely mushroom, or a deadly piranha.'

   looked blankly at Heya and Xiao Yu who was lying on the scanning bed beside him, Luo Yu nodded with a vague understanding. He doesn't understand those complicated theories very well. He only cares about one thing

   "Then after all this is over... does it remember me?" Heya asked without hesitation.

   "Of course remember, I said, memory is a reference for its evolution to the next stage of life, and it is a very important reference element... But even so, you still have to be mentally prepared.

   Luo Yu instantly became nervous. "What mental preparation"

"Into another life form, its blood connection with you may be cut off, maybe it will not be as close to you as it is now, and it is even possible to treat you and other humans as prey objects. Even memory is Part of the legacy, even if it remembers something about you..."

  Heya described it in as plain a language as possible.

After listening to   , Luo Yu fell into silence, the thoughts in his mind were like a mess of woolen threads, rubbed together.

   He remembered everything that happened before…

   Including taking it to the suburbs for leveling for the first time, including teaching it how to fight for the first time, including taking it to taste human food...

   If these memories might be replaced by something else, he would rather it stay as it is now and not continue to evolve. In fact, he didn't particularly need the kind of helper who could fight side by side. He can fight alone.

   At this time, Xiao Yu on the scanning bed has slowly woken up.

  Come on, those tentacles dangling on the scanning bed moved gently, and an unconscious "hum" murmured from his mouth. Maybe he sensed his presence.

   Confused Xiao Yu slowly sat up from the scanning bed.

   The moment he saw Luo Yu, his abstract face burst into joy and joy, and immediately dragged his heavy body and slid off the scanning bed.

  “咿u”

   It may be that it has just been exposed to anesthesia and has not fully adapted to the awakened body, and it fell when it got off the bed.

   Seeing that pitiful expression, Luo Yu could not help but stepped forward and reached out to support Xiao Yu who seemed to be drunk.

   "Be careful, you... I won't run away again." "Ugh!"

The    tentacles wrapped around the arm that was close at hand, Xiaoyu rubbed his head against his chest, and the aggrieved expression turned into satisfaction.

   Looking at that naive look, Luo Yu only felt that the dark clouds and confusion in her heart were all swept away. Just like the birth and death of people, the cycle of life will not change because of like or dislike, and what should come will come one day.

  No matter what the future will be, at least now this little guy is extremely dependent on him. perhaps…

   You should also believe it a little more.

   They have a common memory and can face the unknown future together.

"I see..." Touching Xiao Yu's slippery head, Luo Yu looked at Heya who was standing beside her, and said firmly, "Even if it turns into another form of life in the end, I won't regret it. ...I'll take care of it until the end."

   "I'm glad you think so."

  Hya had a smile on her face, looked at the brave young man, and patted his shoulder. "come on.'

  The border of Oasis No. 2, the town of Bicester surrounded by concrete barrels.

   Standing next to the bunker, Widelier held a telescope in his hand, nervously looking at the endless sand dunes in the distance.

  The soldiers standing aside were also nervous.

   In just three days, at least tens of thousands of soldiers from the legion have passed through here, but none of the troops are willing to stay and stand with them.

  The new defense line is on the edge of Oasis 2. Compared with the concrete fortifications, General Griffin seems to prefer to rely on the "river" left over from the prosperous era.

   However, this also means that this fortress outside the oasis is useless.

   What disappointed Widelier was not only that no one helped them, but no one told him what to do next.

   They were completely abandoned…

   Just then, a messenger trotted over. "Report! An order from the headquarters—" Hearing the voice, Widelier's eyes instantly filled with joy.

   It was like a straw floated in front of a drowning man. Even though he knew that there was little hope of retreat, he still desperately reached out and grabbed the collar of the messenger.

   "Quick! Tell me! What did Lord Griffin say?"

   The messenger tremblingly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Widelier.

   sensed something wrong on the messenger's face, Widelir quickly released the hand holding his collar and snatched the paper from his hand.

  【Remarks: When the situation is in crisis, the supplies and fuel in the warehouse need to be burned, allowing centurions and above officers to reduce

   Surrender after 90 percent and above. 】

   After reading the last line of the telegraph paper, Widelier's face seemed to have been painted with white paint, and he could not see a trace of blood.

   No one will be withdrawn from the front. This has become the new front line. Those Willands have completely abandoned them...

   Widelier's face gradually turned from pale to despair, his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and at this moment, a strong bad premonition crept into his heart.

   A messenger came running from the southeast in a hurry. Before he could salute, the man hurriedly shouted. "Tanks! Alliance tanks! They are heading towards our position from the southeast! Widelier asked subconsciously. "How many?"

   "I don't know... Maybe fifty, maybe one hundred or more." The messenger stammered. When the sergeants and soldiers standing beside them heard the words, they took a deep breath and held their breath unconsciously. One hundred tanks!

  The last troop to withdraw from here took almost all the Iron Fist rocket launchers, and their anti-tank weapons probably didn't add up to a hundred rounds of ammunition!

   Widelier felt that his heartbeat was lost for a moment, and he stood in the same place without any owner. There were only 300 defenders in the entire Bicester Fortress.

   Even if he counts those laborers who have not received military training, he can't make up a thousand troops. Those anti-tank piles can't stop the steel torrent of the Alliance.

   Those people don't even need to rush in, just stop outside and bombard them with tanks for a few rounds, and they will suffer heavy casualties... The adjutant standing by the side looked at Widelier nervously. "Sir...what should we do." "What...what should I do...I want to ask what to do!"

  Suddenly, Widelier burst out in the sight of everyone's astonishment, like an oil barrel with a cigarette **** thrown away. "These big-nosed beasts, cowards, nothing to grow! At critical moments, they will only step back, let's face the front

  The more Widelier spoke, the more angry he felt in his heart, the more excited he became, and his whole face flushed red.

  The war has been fought till now, and experienced officers have been transferred to the front line. It is said that even the squires have been given the rank of ten commander or centurion and thrown into the regular army.

   A logistics team leader like him, who was brought up to make up the numbers, has never even touched a gun a few times, and used what to fight with people from the Alliance.

"...And that Griffin! That liar full of lies, we have followed them for more than ten years, and this is the result?! What about the reinforcements of Triumph City? Tens of thousands of Conqueror tanks What? That's what he calls invincibility."

   No longer concealed the anger in his heart, under the stunned gazes of all his retinues, he cursed the Wieland, who was never to be offended on weekdays.

   From Soldier Willand to that Griffin, whoever could name him, he cursed all over the place. If it weren't for the lack of spit, he would have wished that everyone would take two bites.

   Seeing a pair of eyes staring at him, Widelier took a deep breath and calmed down. After a long time, he calmly issued the first order. "Lower the flag of the legion." The soldiers and sergeants looked at each other, no one dared to move, not even their legs. Widelir was embarrassed to find that no one listened to him here.

  Fortunately, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of dense muffled thunder in the distance, followed by a swishing sound of air and explosions blooming on the defense line in the southeast corner of Bicester Town.

   As he expected.

  Those concrete anti-tank piles and bunkers are not enough to withstand the steel torrent of the Alliance. The Alliance will not shoot the infantry up to their bunkers, but choose to blow it out of range.

  I don't know what they are carrying on the crawler.

   I saw a blue electric arc flashing on the forked barrel, and the half-meter-thick concrete wall was bombarded with only half-stretched steel bars hanging on the stone.

  The soldiers squatting behind the concrete head wall were directly smashed into a sieve by the broken concrete, not to mention the old-fashioned machine guns mounted on the bunker.

   Subconsciously lowered his head to avoid the flying sand, Widelier froze like a hamster whose tail was stomped on, and screamed and roared.

"What are you waiting for? The Willantes have already abandoned us, do you want to be buried with those cowards? For the sake of the Sand Sea Spirit, bring down the flag... find any white one. things hang fast

   Facing Widelier's roar, the sergeants and soldiers standing beside him finally moved, hurriedly rushed to the top of the fortress, and tore down the legion flag hanging on it.

   However, at this moment, the soldiers who lowered the flag suddenly found that there was nothing around that could act as a white flag. At this moment, someone suddenly raised a mouth. Lord Widelier's shirt seemed to be white, so they rushed back to Widelier's side again, ignoring his objection, and ripped him off. It is the completion of this adult's order.

  The Villant War Commander had already evacuated with the last evacuated troops, and there was no one to stop their betrayal.

The reason why    has not acted before is just for the glory of the military and the loyalty to the royal family as of now.

   Even nobles like Widelir who "see glory as life" surrendered, and they naturally had no reason to continue.

   I just hope that the Alliance treats the captives as kindly as the rumors say, and don't embarrass them, these little people who can't help themselves…

   "Cut, why did you vote"

   Half of his body was exposed on the turret of the tank. The mole, holding the telescope in his hand, saw the white flag raised in the distance, and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

   The day before yesterday, the people from the Death Corps were bragging on the forum, saying that a city would be conquered in two hours.

   After inquiring about the strategic deployment of Bicester town from the brothers in the field, he planned to show the brothers with them.

   came with his hand, and as a result, just after a round of artillery was fired, the white flag was raised on the opposite side.

   This is too unbearable

   Not far away, a disheveled man with several soldiers walked out from behind the bombed-out checkpoint with his hands raised.

   The waving gesture seemed to beg them not to shoot. Not interested in slaughtering the unarmed, the Mole waved.

  Three armed trucks draped in steel plates drove past and stopped in front of the disheveled man. Irena, armed with a submachine gun, jumped out of the truck first. Just as she was about to make fun of the officer-looking man in front of her, the man suddenly thumped and knelt on the ground.

   His forehead was pressed against the ground, ignoring the sand and ashes on the ground, and choked with snot and tears as everyone watched in astonishment.

   "...The spirit of the sand sea is above, you can be considered here"

   Being overwhelmed by his smooth movements, Irena was stunned on the spot.

   He swallowed the ridicule at the side of his mouth, and looked at the elf king Fugui next to him with a strange expression. "Fuck, what's going on"

   Brother Fugui also looked at him in confusion. "I don't know..." The players who got off the bus were all dumbfounded.

   This man cried so miserably, as if he had been wronged by the sky, and they were embarrassed to laugh at these guys. Widelir took a peek at the stunned soldiers and was relieved when he saw that no shots were fired. He still had the expression of grief and indignation on his face, and kowtowed his head with snot and tears while complaining.

   "The youngest is the baron of the Falcon Kingdom, whose name is Widelier. His ancestors have been running farms in the nearby oasis for generations.

  A true peasant who has been wrapped in a life of indifference...until one day, the Willantes came here. "Those big noses deceived us with their rhetoric, held our majesty and his court hostage, occupied our shops and estates, forced us to work for them, bleed for their ambition to conquer the world... Praise the great administrator Lord, praise the great alliance, thank goodness you are finally here. Irena's expression was indescribably weird, and she said with a dry cough. "Anyway, you get up first.

  Widelier didn't get up, instead he pressed his head to the ground even tighter, and he kept chanting, this time even the translator couldn't translate what he was saying.

   The Elf King Fugui, who was standing beside him, sighed, walked up to him and kicked the guy's knee, pointing to the side of the road.

   "We're not interested in messing with you, and we don't object if you like to kneel, but please go over there...don't get in our way."

   Hearing the previous sentence, Widelir finally burst into a smile, with a pleasing smile on his face, and he scrambling back to the side of the road.

   "Thank you for your kindness! We'll get out now! You... please come in!" Bicester Fortress fell.

The    Skeleton Corps won this place without blood, and the price paid was only dozens of 155mm shells and a few 60kg mass shells.

   In fact, they fired a little faster. If it was a few minutes late, maybe even the shells would have been saved.

  The defenders stationed here walked out of the fortress one after another, leaned their rifles against the sides of the road, and then squatted outside the bunker with their heads in their hands.

   That disgraced look makes it really hard to hate. On the communication channel, Irena, who was holding the captive, complained to the Mole brother who was following behind.

   "Good guy... We didn't catch up with the big scene of welcoming Master Wang in Oasis No. 3, but we caught up in Oasis No. 2."

   "The description is coming to an end."

   Mole replied with a smile and waved forward.

The truck of the    Panzergrenadier pushed forward and swaggered into the checkpoint at the main entrance of the fortress.

   After confirming that there was no ambush in the camp, Mole then picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered the tank troops to move forward.

   When passing by the officer named Widelier, he motioned the driver to drive the tank to the side of the road and stop. Looking down at the man who was hurriedly crawling on the ground, he searched from the turret, pulled out a blank notebook, and threw it on the ground in front of the man.

   Hearing something snapped in front of him, Widelier shrank his neck subconsciously, and only glanced tremblingly after realizing that his head had not fallen off.

  No nonsense, Mole looked down at him and commanded succinctly. "Give you a chance at redemption."

"In the past week, all the troops that passed through here, their numbers, numbers, equipment, which way they came when they came, which door they left when they left, how many supplies they brought, and the left one left first. Foot or right foot... write everything you know in this book."

   Widelier nodded again and again.

   "It's a good adult, I'll do it"

   Seeing that this guy was about to kowtow again, Mole waved his hand impatiently. "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up."

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