This Game is Too Real Chapter 734

   "The potatoes are gone."

"sad."

   "Damn business."

   "Ideal city, idiot."

   "The barbecue rice is good, recommended."

   "Taste."

   "It's really good."

"good!"

"really not bad."

"satisfy."

   At the entrance of the cafeteria.

  Looking at the Alphas who were busy cooking, a group of soldiers from the 100th Mountain Division were dumbfounded.

   "Good guy, eat three bowls alone?!"

   "Are these guys all pigs?!"

  Seeing how these guys were devouring, the young man couldn't help swallowing.

   "Why is it so fragrant?"

   While he was still hesitating, a group of boys next to him eagerly rushed forward.

   "Have a bowl and try..."

   "I'll have a bowl too."

"Wait for me!"

   Not long after, there was a long queue before picking up the meal.

  People from the Free State and other settlements saw the Ideal City queuing there, and followed behind to join in the fun.

  As we all know, the things in Ideal City are the best, and the things that can make the residents of Ideal City line up are delicious in the world.

   No matter how many dishes are prepared in advance in the cafeteria, it can't hold tens of thousands of people to get together to order those dishes.

   Just like that, under the trend of an inexplicable trend, it didn't take long for everyone to dry up a large plate of barbecue.

   Those who hit the meal ate with relish, while the rest were swallowing their saliva.

   A group of people did just that and waited.

   Some people who couldn't wait ordered some other pads, and found that the taste was surprisingly good, so they looked forward to the signature dish of the second.

   Today's victim is cumin-flavored bulgogi bibimbap.

  But surprisingly, it's not the barbecue meat that's out of stock, but the barbecue sauce and cumin for bibimbap…

   "Eat, eat, eat, you idiots know how to eat all day long! What else can you do besides eating!"

  In the open space outside the military base, a line of dejected and disheveled soldiers stood.

   Several Rat tribesmen wanted to speak but dared not speak, so they could only hold their heads in silence.

  The officer is right.

  They also feel that they are not made for war, so just scold them.

   But the problem is that they didn't eat it either!

  The rice buckets in Ideal City have a meal card of 3,000 silver coins, but their meal card is only 100 silver coins.

  The reason why there is 100 is because there is a minimum recharge threshold for opening a card, and it cannot be done below this number.

  Thank God for this threshold, otherwise they would have no doubt that General Barbita would not even give them 100 silver coins.

  There is no red soil to eat here, and there is not even a village to rob. Those grooms who sell goods on horseback seem to be more capable than them...

  Looking at the hopeless appearance of these guys, General Babita became very angry, wishing to tear off the belt attached to his belly and give them two whips.

  These people are under Commander Modric's command, that is, those guys who escaped from the position yesterday.

   But what made him angry was not entirely the cowardice of these guys that killed Captain Modric, but another thing that happened yesterday.

  At that time, he was eating in the cafeteria of the barracks, and happened to see the airship commander of the legion—General Leum.

  Based on the standpoint that the two sides are allies, he immediately moved up with a plate. He wanted to say hello with a smile, but he was scolded before he even sat down.

"It's really useless, that idiot McLenne taught you this? Shameful thing! It's not as good as it! I killed more people with one bombardment than you did in half an hour! Pooh, I haven't persisted for half an hour, it's not as good as Lao Tzu's clone!"

  That guy's voice was so loud that the whole cafeteria could hear it.

   Inexplicably, Babita's face turned green and pale.

  Although this guy scolded McCollen, he was still full of grievances.

  I didn't even blame this guy, and threw the shell on the head of Commander Modric who hadn't had time to retreat.

  However, the Willanter is His Majesty's friend, so he still didn't dare to talk back. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he walked away with a plate in his hands.

no way.

  Being angry outside, he can only vent his temper on his own people.

   After roaring for a long time, General Babita gasped, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, took a sip of water, and cursed again.

   "... What a bunch of trash! The rats are indeed rats. It's unrealistic to expect you to win the battle. It's better to plant something here to save some food!"

   As he spoke, he waved his index finger, shook his head and turned his back.

   Seeing this, the officer standing next to him hurried forward, took his place, stood in front of the group of Ratmen soldiers, and shouted loudly.

"Starting today! I am your commander-in-chief, Kumar! Since you are not good at being soldiers, return your guns to your majesty and go farm! This wasteland under your feet is your mission, and I need you to take it Dig up the land and plant cabbage and potatoes here! This is your last chance to prove that you are still useful!"

  Hearing the words, hundreds of soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay, exchanging bewildered glances, and were at a loss for a while.

   Farming?

  Are you kidding me?

   They came to fight, not to be farmers.

  But Barbita obviously didn't joke with them, and walked to a rented truck and waved his hand.

   A dozen soldiers who followed him immediately jumped onto the truck, dragged down the bundles of sacks containing hoes and shovels, and piled them up on the ground into a hill in a short while.

   This guy is obviously ready, even bought the tools for turning the ground.

   But judging by the old appearance, it is likely to be second-hand goods eliminated by some settlement.

  The commander named Makur pointed to the shovel and shovel on the ground, and roared imposingly.

   "Everyone has three acres of land! Give me at least half an acre of land today!"

   "When will the work be done! When will you go eat!"

   Under the scolding of the commander, a group of malnourished soldiers could only bite the bullet and started working with hoes.

  Most of them are from the west of Borneo.

  The land is full of noble manors and farms, and the people living there are either slaves or serfs. Even a few freedmen have worked in noble plantations.

   It is precisely because of this that farming is not a difficult job for them, it is only the difference between experienced and inexperienced.

   Several Death Corps players looked from afar with strange expressions on their faces.

   "...Good guy, is the empire's expeditionary force ready?"

   I only lost one game and that's it.

  Isn't it possible...

  Looking at the construction site boy and Brick, whose face was full of surprise, he rubbed his chin with his big eyes in contemplation, and spoke after a while.

   "I think this is a good thing."

  The construction site boy and Brick looked at him blankly.

   "Why?"

   Debt big eyes gave him a meaningful look.

   "If you are on the front line now, and there are these guys behind you, do you think it is better to have them or not to have them."

  The boy on the construction site and Zhuan thought for a while, and then exclaimed "Damn!"

   Seems to make sense!

   He would rather face the mutants alone than a bunch of unreliable guys standing behind him.

   Just as the two were talking, a familiar strange smile came from behind.

   "Haha, I knew this would happen! So I have solved this problem for you!"

  Hearing this voice, the two of them looked back together, only to see that it was Brother Mosquito.

"mosquito?!"

   "Aren't you on the South Line? Why are you here?"

  Hooked his arms around the shoulders of the two and patted them. Mosquito looked up at the imperial soldiers waving their hoes, and said with a smile.

   "I'm just wandering around... Hey, come here by the way to expand the business, respond to the call of the manager, and earn some extra money."

  The latter is the key.

  It is not bad for ordinary players to understand the income of one line, but a high-level player like him is naturally not satisfied with the income of one line.

  The boy on the construction site and Brick: "Good guy, haven't you made enough money from that little Thunder plane?"

   Mosquito waved his hand and said with a sigh.

   "That one doesn't make much money...Damn it, those design institutes who do reverse engineering make most of the money, so we'll make a fraction of it."

   Seeing this guy's underwhelming appearance, Dayan couldn't help but complain.

   "Satisfy you, what else have you come up with besides a brain hole?"

   Mosquito rolled his eyes: "You don't need money to set up a factory? Do you think the production line fell from the sky? There are also ruined ones. The successful ones are called Thunder, and the unsuccessful ones don't even have an official serial number."

  In order to make the vertical take-off and landing plasma engine fighter, his brother Luoyu fell to his death countless times.

   That's really miserable.

  However, he was just talking about making too little money, not really complaining.

  After all, he wouldn't do it if it was really an unprofitable business, and he wouldn't do it if he spent at most one ticket.

   And the scientific expedition team made money, so they can send money to the players who do the relic recovery tasks, and then they can unlock more technologies, forming a virtuous cycle of production and research.

  The boy on the construction site and Zhuan: "Stop talking nonsense, let's talk about what business you're eyeing again, let's talk about it."

  The indebted big eyes who came back to their senses also asked curiously: "Yes, I was interrupted by you and almost forgot. What problem did you just say to help us solve? What exactly is it?"

   Mosquito squinted his eyes and smiled, pointing at the truck in the distance.

   "That junk is what I sold them."

  The two were shocked when they heard the words.

   "Fuck?!"

   "Break military discipline, you!"

   "What is broken military discipline? Even something that makes up numbers is worthy of being called an army? You can't even win against goblins!" Mosquito rolled his eyes, "I tied them here, so you can have fun."

  Dayan and the construction site guy exchanged glances with weird expressions, thinking that it seems to make sense.

  Although it seems a bit fallacious.

  The boy on the construction site and Brick said with some emotion: "But how dare you buy Babita..."

   Mosquito said with a smile.

   "Is there anything you dare not buy? I didn't sell them broken ones, they were just old things."

   And this is the first train, just let the deserters use it first, and there are thousands of pieces on the train behind it!

   This thing is sold by the pound in Dawn City, and it is an obsolete thing like a sewing machine.

  Looking at the surprised two people, Mosquito continued.

"I made a calculation with that guy. This battle will take at least a few months, and the food expenses will not be small by then. On this kind of land, the output per season is at least seven or eight hundred silver coins, right? One person reclaims three acres of wasteland, and 20,000 people can at least open up 60,000 acres of land, which must be an output value of tens of millions of silver coins! Is it a loss to spend hundreds of thousands of silver coins to buy some shovels? It's a lot of money, okay?”

  Sixty thousand mu is 40 square kilometers, a piece of land of 5×8 kilometers.

  The entire Weifu City is an uninhabited area, tens of thousands of square kilometers are uninhabited, and it is not easy to find a piece of arable land along the upper reaches of the Wei River.

   It is also a little difficult to open up wasteland. At that time, I can sell more than a dozen trucks for pulling earth and tractors for plowing to these guys.

   If they need it.

  But the two people standing in front of him were concerned about another matter.

   "Is there so much income for one mu of land in one season?? Are you kidding me!"

  The boys on the construction site and Brick stared wide-eyed, and the same thing happened with Lian Dayan, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

   "Ahem, ignoring chemical fertilizers, pesticides and seeds, there are so many, maybe there are more! I remember that the alliance's agricultural subsidies are basically in these three, but this is not the point."

   Mosquito smiled and continued.

   "The point is that when they have reclaimed the land and are ready to start planting, I can still sell these three things to them, and then I can make a fortune!"

  There are naturally no subsidies for things that are sold as exports.

  However, he will not increase the price too much, and even sell them at a slightly cheaper price than the market.

   After all, he is not a fool, and he doesn't have to buy it from him. If it is too expensive, he will find someone else to buy it.

  The boy on the construction site and Brick obviously thought of this too, rubbing his chin and muttering.

   "Chemical fertilizers, seeds and pesticides for tens of thousands of acres of land... Fuck, that's worth millions of silver coins, right?"

   "Millions? The profit is about the same."

   Mosquito smiled and continued slowly.

   "It's not over yet. When the crops grow in the field, they have to find someone to sell them?"

   Lian's big eyes froze for a moment.

   "Can't it be sold to the cafeteria?"

   Mosquito looked at him like an idiot.

"How is that possible! That's the canteen of the military base, not the canteen in front of your house! They have their own supply chain, and the contracts are signed before the seeds are planted, so how can they buy this kind of temporary planting?" thing?"

   When he said this, a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"I bet these idiots won't be able to sell! At that time, I will break them and take them away... Believe it or not, this kind of 'organic crops' cultivated by hand may not be as good as the mass-produced ones imported by Luoxia Province. Still cheap."

   In fact, in this way, General Babita can earn a little.

   After all, its labor cost is approximately equal to 0, and it also suffers from the Rat people's livestock.

   But it's not completely bitter. It's better to work in the rear than to go to the front line to grind meat.

According to Sisi's updated post on the official website, apart from the Central Army directly under the Borneo Province and the few armies that the Weilante people helped build for them, the local troops controlled by the nobles all implement feudal supply methods .

   That is, the emperor spends money, and the general spends money.

  Including the procurement of logistical materials, as well as the distribution of military pay, etc., all are taken care of by the latter.

Although the empire's expeditionary force has received the training of the legion, it is too far away from the empire's logistics system after all, and the "infrastructure access" of the production facilities is too low to even be transported to Silver Moon Bay, so they still use direct payment the old way.

About this point, Mosquito has already fully understood, otherwise he would not have found a new way to stare at this seemingly oily but actually fat stream when everyone is staring at the three companies, the enterprise, the legion, and the academy. Oily fat sheep.

  Both of them stared at him with wide eyes.

   Good guy.

   What an expert...

   "This Dogecoin is too bad!" Lian Dayan couldn't help but sigh, "Let's hang it on the street lamp!"

   "How do you talk?" Mosquito gave this guy a blank look, "If I don't spend money for them, wouldn't they take the money back in their pockets? Is this appropriate!"

  The construction site boy and Brick didn't want to hear it, but just sighed like Big Eye.

   "The bad one is smoking!"

mosquito:"…@#%#!"

  At this moment, neither the Ratmen soldiers who were busy wielding their hoes nor the players watching the fun noticed that the soldiers from the Free State in the distance were also looking at this side curiously, whispering to each other.

  On the tarmac in the distance, four more killer whale transport planes landed with azure blue arcs.

  A group of strong men with big bags and small bags walked out of the cabin with their heads held high.

They are all wearing lime-gray painted exoskeletons. The design of the renlian-style equipment looks like a product of Ideal City, but the darker tone does not look like the "Pioneer I" appearance of the 100th Mountain Division. The bones are so shiny.

  General Modlin, who was standing beside the airport and smoking a cigarette, glanced at these people and grinned slightly.

   "It seems that the soft-legged shrimp on the east coast can also be beaten."

  He is the captain of the 310,000th team, and he commanded the battle the day before yesterday. He has also seen with his own eyes how difficult those green-skinned mutants and their goblins are to deal with.

  The Church of the Torch used the technology of the Era of Prosperity to forcibly pull the group of barbarians to a height that they could not reach. Even though it was not the first time for his subordinates to fight mutants, they still felt a little bit of difficulty.

   It is precisely because of this that although the equipment of the 100th Mechanized Mountain Division is indeed good, he is not optimistic about the gang of idiots at all.

  If 10 points is a perfect score, the individual quality shown by those people is only 4 points at most.

Because some details are too amateurish, he can't help but suspect that those guys are not a standing army at all, but a group of recruits who have been forced out to make up the number, and they are not even as good as the wastelanders in the River Valley Province. .

  But these guys who just got off the plane look like soldiers.

  Perhaps these talents are the real elite of the enterprise.

   "Those are mercenaries from the Yunjian Province," the adjutant standing next to him smiled, but there was a trace of sarcasm on his face, "It's just a bunch of guys who work their lives for money."

   "No matter why you work hard, those who dare to work hard are ruthless people." Modlin threw the cigarette **** on the ground, stepped on his boots and crushed it, and said calmly, "Don't underestimate them."

  While the group of soldiers was walking towards the barracks, in the shooting range not far away, a group of boys from the 1st Battalion and 2nd Company of the 100th Mountain Division were receiving their final training before going on the field.

  They held G9 assault rifles in their hands, and they were firing at the green targets.

  Because they are equipped with the most elite optical sights, and the helmets have also turned on noise reduction, they are all sharpshooters. Only occasionally one or two shots miss the target, and almost all the guns hit the bullseye.

  However, the instructor who was walking behind them in a military green vest was obviously not satisfied with this result.

   His face was as black as iron, he roared loudly.

   "Pick up your spirits!"

   "Your opponent is a mutant who eats people and doesn't spit out bones! And it's that kind of green-skinned guy!"

"They are stronger, more patient, and more cruel than those scaled murlocs! If you fall into their hands, don't expect to pay the ransom and go home, it's better to pray that they will give you a good time! "

  The group of boys have long been accustomed to the rough roar.

  But there are also some thorny heads who love to express themselves. They emptied their magazines ahead of time and screamed.

   "You're right, sir! But we're not going to fall to those idiots—"

  Before he finished speaking, he was kicked on the buttocks, and the whole person lay on the table, almost turning over and falling into the shooting range.

  The instructor grabbed him by the back of the neck and carried him in front of him like a chicken.

   "Report before you speak!"

"Yes, sir!"

   "Let you call the report!"

   "Report! Report!"

  Looking at the trembling eyes, the instructor narrowed his eyes slightly.

  He is a soldier of the 26th commando. He once followed the trail and signal of the Pioneer with the cloud team and walked all the way from the cloud province to the great desert.

Unlike these guys who signed up for the front line after playing two games of "eating chicken", he has not only seen what the wasteland is like, what the mutants are like, and even those unlucky people who were killed by mutants. What does it look like.

  However, he didn't say anything, he just gave the trembling guy a meaningful look, and then dropped the hand holding the man's collar.

   Seeing the recruits who stopped what they were doing and looked over here, he roared loudly.

   "Look what I'm doing! Keep an eye on the thing in your hands! Keep an eye on your target! Pray it won't move and don't pee when you're on the front lines!"

  The stinking voice echoed in the training ground, even the bang bang bang bang bang could not cover it.

  After the training was over, a group of people left the training ground in a cloud and flocked towards the cafeteria.

  Although they were scolded, this little unpleasantness did not hinder their appetite.

   "What the hell... After scolding me for three months, I'm going to the front line tomorrow!"

   "Haha, I'm so hungry and thirsty!"

   "When the time comes, I will show you the strength of P City Sniper God!"

   "I don't know if there is any LD-47 for sale here, that gun is powerful enough!"

   "Indeed, the G9 assault rifle is too weak! It doesn't match my exoskeleton at all!"

   "I'll ask the brothers of the Alliance to borrow a hand..."

  The entrance of the training ground.

  Looking at the group of noisy guys, he paddled to the side and stared at Su Ming who was standing aside, swallowed and asked.

   "Are these guys... really okay?"

  Although most of them are so noisy themselves, it's because they don't really die.

   And considering the difficult three days, when most people really fought, they still showed their skills and fought hard.

obviously.

   These NPCs are not.

  It's more like they don't even know where they're going tomorrow and what they're going to see when they go there.

  Su Ming looked a little embarrassed, coughed lightly and said.

   "Don't look at them like this... In fact, they have also been trained in the new barracks for three months, so they won't be dragged down."

   paddling on the edge of the water and asked tentatively.

   “…virtual reality training ground?”

   Su Ming tried to explain.

   "That only accounts for 50% of the training time... We also have live ammunition training and physical training."

   Paddle on the edge and froze for a while.

   Good guy.

   It actually accounted for 50%!

   But there is one thing to say.

  The board of directors is still good to these rookies. The bullets they fired in a day today are almost more than the two years before he changed his job as a firefighter.

  Looking at the excellent equipment, I was somewhat envious when paddling on the edge, just like the boys from those companies looked at him with envious eyes.

  It's better to have money...

  (end of this chapter)

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