This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 198: The battle system has been fully upgraded
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Outside the Zhongzhou Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base, pine trees covered with snow stretched from the edge of the base wall to the abandoned town down the gentle slope.
The highest building here is only three floors, with most of the first-floor bedrooms with garages and swimming pools. Occasionally, one or two unique houses can be seen, probably belonging to researchers from nearby research bases.
However, no matter who it once belonged to, it is now completely abandoned.
Frozen vines crawled from the front yard into the house, shrubs grew in the dusty garage, roots of vegetation broke through the concrete roads and courtyard walls, and lush trees filled the abandoned corners. , and even emerged from the roofs of some wooden houses.
Occasionally you can hear creaking noises downstairs, either a gnawer knocking something down, or a rat...
The roof of a half-collapsed double-story villa.
Crying in the snow, Ye Shi took a deep breath and gently turned the **** on the sniper scope with his index finger.
In the pine forest on a gentle slope, the treetops just reach the roof of the outermost building of the research base.
With his right eye attached to the sniper scope, he could only barely see the figures near the checkpoint through the gaps between tree branches and snow.
The marauders are ahead.
Less than five hundred meters away from him.
The raiders' patrol team came to the town to search once before, but they did not search very carefully, so they did not find the two people hiding on the roof.
"Can you see people?" He was lying next to the chimney, holding the square length of the monocular telescope and squinting his left eye.
“It’s visible, but it’s a bit difficult to hit.”
"At ten o'clock, do you see the machine gun in the window on the third floor?"
"I can see his sandbag and tripod... his head is blocked by a branch, but it shouldn't be a big problem to get through."
"Okay, he will be yours in a moment. Remember, wait for him to fire first, and hit him one inch above the gun flame."
"Know."
Taking his right eye away from the sniper scope, Ye Shi took the time to glance at the VM abandoned on the back **** of the roof.
When the brightness is adjusted to the lowest level, only a little light can be seen in the direction facing you, so there is no need to worry about the exposed position.
Very easy to use.
After calculating the distance through the map, he stretched out his index finger and tapped on the screen, switching to the taskbar.
[The time until the battle starts: 31min21s. 】
[Mission: Arrive at the sniper point (completed), reward: war score +10]
[Task: Mark high-threat targets on the VM map (in progress). 】
[Mission: After the war started, the team covering the attack on the east side (not started). 】
[Conditions of violation: If you fire to expose the position before receiving the order, all battlefield points will be deducted and you will be punished with a 14-day ban. 】
[Conditions of violation: 50 battlefield points will be deducted for refusing to execute the order once, 100 points will be deducted for the second warning, and the third time...]
There are quite a lot of tasks.
Ye Shi silently calculated in his mind that if he could complete all the branches, he would get a total of 270 silver coins, which seemed like a 430 contribution.
If you are lucky, if you click more to drop a few bobbins and machine gunners, you may get 400 silver.
Isn't this more exciting than "Check-in V" and "Lao Liu's Call"?
It would be even better if the shooting sound effects of hitting the target could be enhanced.
For example, shake the grip when you hit the target.
"...Hang on, boss."
"When I save enough money, I will give you a magical costume!"
Not far away, a group of players wearing light-colored hunting attire were advancing along the ruins on the edge of the town towards the experimental base.
The mud smeared on the bayonet hid the cold light on the white snow, but it could not hide the murderous intent of the forest of spears and flags.
The enemy's position is ahead!
A pair of eyes hidden in the dark night flashed with excitement, and even the howling north wind was a little weaker with that high fighting will.
A war is about to break out!
……
At the same time, at Brown's Farm, more than 20 kilometers away, sentries carrying iron-pipe rifles were patrolling a wall made of garbage.
Different from the sparse crowds in the past, the farm today is particularly lively.
Country style mansion.
A dozen or so people were sitting in the spacious living room, each with a heavy expression on their face, like a dark cloud capable of dripping water.
An old radio is placed on the round wooden table. The noisy current sound and the host's glib accent are incompatible with the atmosphere in the living room, but they are particularly suitable for the occasion.
"This is the Boulder Voice. I'm your dearest radio host, Mr. House, and I'm bringing you the latest update on the situation in the northern suburbs."
"According to unreliable news, a predator force called the Bone Chewing Tribe is developing and growing in places we can't see. This is definitely not alarmist. Their strength is not weak, at least it is not as powerful as those hiding in the ruins. The villains who dare to come out are much stronger."
"Those plunderers not only absorbed the remnants of the legion, but also took over part of their equipment, and are now recruiting troops throughout the central part of the River Valley Province... It seems that they intend to establish a country belonging to the plunderers."
"If they continue to go south, there is no doubt that none of the hillbillies in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City will survive, and the militia will never waste a bullet for those who have not paid taxes. If you happen to be in In the northern suburbs, but you don’t want to watch your wife and daughter being kidnapped and sent to the pasture, Boulder City Voice Radio would like to solemnly recommend the Far Wind Hotel to you!"
"There is a super five-star hotel specially opened by the generous Mr. Reston for the refugees. It is located on the edge of the outer wall of Boulder City. Although it is on the outside, legally, it also belongs to the territory of Boulder City, and the residents The Corps will not sit idly by and ignore what happens there... It only takes 1 chip to stay in there all day."
For sounds on the radio.
Everyone sitting in front of the round table only responded silently.
For citizens living legally in Boulder City, one chip may be an hour's salary or a bottle of watered beer.
But for them, they need to exchange for 1 kilogram of grain or more valuable garbage.
As if fed up with the wordless silence, a middle-aged man with a strong appearance and a hunter's hat slowly spoke.
"The Bonechewer tribe is growing in power, we should unite! The Morrowind community can send twenty hunters."
Seeing someone raise his head, the fat man sitting not far away breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his round head with a towel, and responded.
"We can give nine..." Seeing everyone at the table looking at him, he quickly added, "I know this may be a little less, but we only have so much."
"Tsk, tsk, listen, there are only nine men in the fat red train station." The strong man with a burn scar on his face sneered and said in a mocking tone, "If all your men are After you die, we can help you."
A trace of irritation flashed across the fat man's face, but he was frightened that this guy was not a good guy. He just narrowed his eyes dangerously and did not dare to say anything.
The Red Train Station receives merchants from Honghe Town who come to Qingquan City to do business all year round. Compared with the pauper sitting here, he does have two more chips in his pocket.
However, in this terrible weather, this little bargaining chip did not bring him much sense of security, and it was not even enough for a militia plane to make a business trip.
Staring at the ugly scarred man, the inn boss thought sinisterly in his heart.
Wait!
When this winter passes, I will invite mercenaries to your home!
The atmosphere in the living room is a bit stiff.
Mr. Brown was puffing away, looking a little bored.
Although I knew that these neighbors probably couldn't count on them, I didn't expect that at this juncture, they were still arguing over whose family would have two more people.
It’s really hopeless!
At this time, sitting in the corner of the round table, a thin-faced man who had been silent from beginning to end suddenly spoke.
"It's useless. We can't possibly be a match for those people. Their numbers are like locusts... sweeping from the center to the south."
Seeing everyone including Brown looking at him, the man paused for a moment and continued.
"I have a relative in Shibei Town, about thirty kilometers away from here. He fled to me a few days ago and said that hundreds of plunderers invaded their town, and those who resisted were beaten. Those who became a sieve were hanged at the door, and the rest were either captured and worked as hard labor, or they were pressed to the ground and tortured until they almost died."
"At that time, he was hiding in the ruins, watching the fire burning in front of his nose, pretending to be a corpse and not daring to move. Finally, he survived by luck."
The atmosphere in the living room became even more tense.
As if to lighten the atmosphere, a slightly older survivor let out a soft breath and muttered something in a low voice.
"Working as a coolie...at least I didn't get eaten. It seems that these people are a bit civilized."
"I haven't finished speaking...the old people and children have been beheaded," the thin man gently moved his Adam's apple and continued with a numb expression, "They only need to be able to work and have children. ”
The fire burned brightly in the fireplace.
There was a bright firelight in the living room, but the air was terribly cold.
"Enough!"
Mr. Brown slapped the table, shaking the ash from the corner of his mouth and falling beside his boots.
He took off half of the cigarette butt, pressed it into the ashtray, glanced at everyone present with a gloomy expression, and slowly continued.
"This is our home, we have lived here for generations, run? Where can we run. We have no way to retreat, the only way is to fight to the death——"
"It's just that you have no choice but to retreat. After all, you have such a big farm."
The scar-faced man who had previously ridiculed the inn owner pointedly exposed his beautiful words and spoke aggressively.
Mr. Brown's face froze, his face turned the color of pig liver, and he stared at the man and said.
"What do you mean I have no way out? I can definitely go to Boulder City with my chips. There, my life will be a hundred times more comfortable than now. Do you want me to do this?"
"Go to Boulder City? Like the mayor on Beit Street?" The scar-faced man narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer, "I heard that he has not been having a good life these past two months...You and Didn’t he have a covenant? Why didn’t they help him when they were beaten by Fatty Blue Jacket?"
Brown looked gloomy.
At this time, someone suddenly spoke.
"Why don't we go to those blue coats for help? They even dealt with the Blood Hand clan and had a fight with the Legion before. Maybe they can deal with those marauders..."
Before Brown could speak, someone next to him said in a mocking tone.
"Those blue coats? They have no obligation to help us. When it comes to life and death, they will hide in their mouse holes as soon as possible, close the door, and hide away from the world for decades before coming out. Two Isn't that what they did a century ago? I've heard of it."
The boss of the inn said nervously.
"Then please take action from Boulder City..."
The man wearing a hunter hat shook his head.
"We have no more money."
"Then give me food!"
Seeing the pairs of eyes looking at him, Brown responded with anger to the unrealistic desires in the eyes of these poor people.
"Food? Where is the food now? There are only seeds left in the warehouse for next spring. We can't eat grass for a whole year."
"Then what are you going to do? This won't work, and that won't work either. Are we just going to make noise here?"
"I have no problem with fleeing. Anyway, I can't live my life any longer. I'm interested in finding a place to grow crops in the south before next spring."
"Let's vote by a show of hands. Those who agree with fleeing raise——"
At this time, there was a knock on the door, interrupting the chaotic quarrel in the living room.
Brown, who was about to explode, restrained his anger and took a deep breath.
"Come in."
The name of the man who came was Liu Zhengyue, and he was his security chief.
After shaking off the snow in front of the door, Liu Zhengyue walked into the warm house.
"Sir, our neighbor sent you a letter..."
Brown looked at him and asked.
"What's on the letter?"
Liu Zhengyue glanced at the people at the table, then at Mr. Brown, and whispered.
"Sir, do you want to read it here?"
A trace of impatience flashed across Brown's face, but perhaps he felt that it was inappropriate for so many people to listen, so he patiently waved to him to hand over the letter.
Take the letter.
The envelope is opened.
Taking out the letter, Brown glanced twice, a trace of surprise appeared on his face, but it was soon replaced by suspicion and solemnity.
The middle-aged man wearing a hunter hat looked at him and asked.
"What's on the letter?"
"The invitation from the neighbor is nothing, it has nothing to do with you..." Mr. Brown replied casually, while carefully folding the letter and stuffing it into his pocket.
The people sitting in front of the wooden table looked at each other, exchanging distrustful glances.
Of course they won't believe the lies told by this old fox, but this is his territory, and if he doesn't want to say it, they can't force him.
"Okay, let's break up. We have already discussed this point during dinner. If you still plan to continue arguing, please find another place, not here...it's annoying to watch."
The owner here has issued an eviction order. Although the guests in the living room were dissatisfied with his attitude, they did not want to continue to struggle here. They all got up and left the place with unhappy faces.
It's snowing heavily outside the house.
But it's no colder than inside the house.
The group of people walked towards the outside of the farm.
The thin man rubbed his shoulders with his hands, glanced at the other people around him, and lowered his voice.
"I still say what I said, we can't be the opponent of the Bone Chewing Tribe... We only have one option: escape, and other survivors in the central part of the River Valley Province also did the same."
asked the older survivor.
"Where did they go?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and after exchanging glances, someone who knew the situation spoke.
"I heard that some refugees... seem to have gone to the Changjiang Farm a little north of us?"
"A little further north? Long-term farm?"
"Well, that farm seems to be the territory of those blue coats. They helped the enterprise deal with the Legion, and the people from the enterprise helped them build a city in the wilderness... That's what I heard."
Looking at the heavy snow in the sky, the man wearing a hunter hat suddenly spoke.
"I plan to go to the north, to those parks with blue coats."
The inn owner looked at him in surprise.
"Now? It's getting dark..."
Although there are not many alien species that go out to look for food in winter, when are we going to the north now, when do we have to go back?
Although they are all survivors in the northern suburbs, they don't have much contact with the blue coats. They can't just ask them to take them in for a night as soon as they meet.
"It's not scary that it's dark. What's scary is that it won't get bright again."
The Adam's apple moved, and the man wearing the hunter's hat continued. "If we don't want to become refugees, this may be our last hope."
……
The mansion on the farm.
After seeing off the guests, Brown turned around and went to the cloakroom, took out his most beloved coat and put it on his body, carefully adjusting the collar.
But soon, he seemed to have thought of something, came back to his senses, stuffed the coat back, took out a piece that didn't look so new and put it on his body.
At this time, his wife came from the side, put her hand on his shoulder, and said in a soft voice.
"It's so late, do you still want to leave the hospital?"
Brown replied perfunctorily.
"Our neighbors invited me to watch a movie. I can only go there once, at least to let them know that we have no more money to exploit."
The lady asked.
"Can't you just go?"
With his fingers on the collar of his coat, Brown was silent for a while, rarely restraining his bad temper.
"I don't know."
"But I think... it would be better to go than not."
……
Zhongzhou Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base.
At the foot of the gently sloping mountain, next to the road on the north side.
Two looters wearing fur coats threw the dead branches they picked up into the burning iron barrel and warmed themselves around the flames.
Looking at the stars floating on the fire, the looter with a trench stick hanging on his waist couldn't help but curse.
"This **** weather... it's almost life-threatening to stand guard outside."
The predator next to him heard it and unconsciously glanced at the checkpoint on the slope.
"Shh, don't let the captain hear what you said."
"What does it matter? He is only allowed to sleep with the girl under the covers, and I am not allowed to complain here?"
Remembering the woman he met at the last survivor gathering place, he unconsciously licked his lips that were cracked by the wind.
Those **** are really huge.
He still remembered the expression that turned from pain to despair.
Unfortunately, it was all the boss's fault that he overplayed the game, and the man failed to survive in the end. Before he died, his throat became hoarse.
"Why do I feel like it's getting colder and colder today..."
"I'll pick up two more firewood."
As he spoke, the predator tightened the Ripper rifle on his back, stepped on the snow up to his calves, and walked into the woods nearby.
There is no light everywhere.
But it doesn't matter.
There were many dead branches lying on the snow. He leaned down and touched the ground casually.
A cold touch came from his palm, making him stunned for a moment.
Huh?
Why is it so hard?
The two guns stretched out from the darkness, pointing straight at his head.
What he was holding in his hand at this moment was not firewood at all, but a bayonet covered with mud and emitting a cold glow.
Looking into the eyes of the man lying in the snowdrift, his face gradually turned as white as the snow.
The players who were stared at also looked confused.
Originally, he was lying down fine in the snowdrift, but who would have thought that there were so many branches beside this fool, instead of picking them up, he grabbed the muzzle of his gun instead.
‘Fuck, what’s going on? ’
When paddling on the edge, use your eyes to communicate with your teammates next to you.
The big eyes in debt also looked confused.
‘How about...you wait for him to fire the first shot? ’
At this time, shouts came from the fire next to the highway.
"Xiu, what are you doing there?"
"I, I..."
The controlled predator's lips trembled and he could not speak.
As soon as he heard the trembling voice, the predator behind him immediately realized that something was wrong. He immediately raised the rifle in his hand, squatted down, pulled the bolt, and shouted sharply into the forest.
"Who's there!"
Seeing this scene through the drone, Chu Guang knew that the people in the forest must not be able to hide.
But it doesn't matter.
It was the feint attack group that was discovered. Although it was a few minutes early, it did not affect it.
It’s time to put micromanagement to the test!
Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and made a vague stroke in the air. The pre-compiled task suspended in the tactical eyepiece window was immediately sent out.
[Battle Countdown: 0s]
[Mission: Free Fire! (Published to: All teams in Group A)]
[Mission: bombard the target area! (Published to: Support Group)]
"Hit me hard!"
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