This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 727: Bring death to the enemies of the Alliance

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Just when Duke Galawa was thinking about whether to send some people to the front line to collect the loot, the military column from Dawn City had already crossed the junction of the river valley and Jinchuan with great vigor, accompanied by The rumbling sound crossed the river rushing through the mountains from the steel bridge.

Beside the rebuilt Chenchen Town, people working in the suburbs saw the white smoke in the distance. They all put down their work and looked in the direction of the train.

On the pallet, I saw a series of cold-looking artillery pieces and trucks painted in military green.

As for other fully enclosed carriages, although you can't see what's inside, the chilling atmosphere can be clearly felt from several kilometers away.

However, no one panicked because of the chilling air.

In the Jinhe City area, the alliance's flag is a symbol of order, and the rumbling sound of steel collision brings them more sense of security than fear or death.

Those are the people who drove away the raiders, slavers, and mutants from here!

Even helped them rebuild their homes!

Every pair of eyes staring at the train glowed with eagerness and hope.

"That car..."

"It's the alliance's military column!"

"The brothers of the alliance are back!"

"So many big guns! Are they going to fight somewhere again?"

"My God, the big-horned deer! And the respected big-horned rat... I hope they return safely."

The entrance to Dust Town.

Mayor Qin Baitian's face was full of excitement as he hurried over. His hand on crutches couldn't help trembling as he looked at the train and muttered.

"The Big Horned Deer God and the Big Horned Rat are back!"

Since the reconstruction of Dust Town was completed, the three gods they worshiped in the ancestral hall left a note and left the town without saying goodbye.

The note said that in order to save this declining world, they had to spread their faith further afield.

If you encounter trouble that cannot be solved, you can go to Dawn City to find those guys in blue coats, who are as enthusiastic as them.

The note also said.

【...We will come back one day, there is no need to miss us. Follow the path that has been illuminated and you are us. 】

Until the train disappeared into the distant sky, Mayor Qin still did not see the familiar figure appear.

There was a little loss in his eyes, but it was just loss, and more of a blessing.

Maybe the time has not come yet...

They will keep in mind the teachings of those three adults and continue to walk along the road that is already full of sunshine.

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Singularity City.

The sound of rumbling came from a distance. People working in the fields raised their heads and looked towards the train station, only to see that the train did not stop at the platform, but was moving towards the train station without slowing down. Keep going south.

Kong Lingkai, who was working in the fields, raised his head. His face, which had been hollowed out by alcohol, was covered with sweat, and his dry lips were slightly blue, looking like he was dying.

It’s not that anyone forced him, it was purely the rules of the Singularity Domain that were laid out there.

Living standards are linked to the completion of production tasks. Production tasks are delegated layer by layer according to districts, teams, and groups, and are assessed downwards layer by layer.

If you want to live a comfortable life, you have to work hard. Only the best production team can use the most advanced production tools in the district, and only the best production team can be assigned the most in the team. resources, and if you want to be a team leader, you have to be the most outstanding individual in the group.

Of course you can put it out, but you won’t be hit by shoes like you did in a real farm before. It will just drag down the production tasks of other team members and even other groups. It’s a waste to have the captain wear small shoes and boil the green wheat in big water. Can't.

If you want to live a truly comfortable life, you have to become a team leader, captain, or even district leader.

It's a pity that even with all his strength, he can't defeat those guys who were once serfs. So that he

The former servants became team leaders and ordered him to do this and that, but he was still working with a hoe.

However, this struggle is not without its benefits. Even if he exerts all his strength, he still can't be as good as the team leader. His body is much better now than last year. At least he can get rid of Lei Fang's liver disease, athlete's foot and so on. All the bad things were cured.

Occasionally, he would think that if it didn't work out, he would just leave the farm. Anyway, the farmer named Hanshuang never prohibited anyone from leaving here, and he even left a captain before.

But once I think about leaving, I can’t come back. It might not be better than here in the wasteland, and he couldn't help but feel frightened. Finally, he gritted his teeth and decided to endure it.

The same goes for Ma Hechang next to him.

Originally, I was counting on the alliance to be "merit-based". After all, I was somewhat thin-faced as a mayor. I was able to go to Singularity City and work as a captain, but I didn't want to have to compete with those mud-legged people for work. He suddenly felt like he had been fooled.

These people don't respect talent as much as they say!

If I can become a high-level person in a town, wouldn't I be more elite than Liu Youxiong who can't even speak clearly and can only hunt?

In the end, that guy became a team leader. This AI's brain must be broken.

If he hadn't thought that if he left here, the hardships during this period would be in vain, and no one would remember the merits of the surrender of all the townspeople in Hope Town. He even wanted to simply leave and go You can work in Dawn City!

"Speaking of which, where does this railway lead to?" Kong Lingkai groaned as he looked at the train driving farther and farther.

Glancing at the direction the train was leaving, Ma Hechang looked resentful.

"Who knows... they have been repairing that **** thing since last year. If they keep repairing it at the rate they are doing, they will probably be able to repair it to the edge of Jinchuan Province."

"Where are you talking about the mansion?" Kong Lingkai looked at him in surprise.

Isn’t it the Weifu Plain on the edge of Jinchuan Province?

He had heard of it.

The former Weifu Plain was actually Weifu City, but that city disappeared even more completely than Jinhe City, with nothing but endless wasteland being piles of concrete.

There is a settlement called "Fuzhuang", built on the "Wei River" next to the old site of Weifu City, more than a hundred kilometers south of Mafu Town.

The scale there is larger than that of Pinecone Wood Farm. I heard that there are nearly 100,000 people there, but I don’t know if it’s a lie or true.

Since last year or the year before last, it has become the territory of the Torch Church, and it even started growing Nagoya fruits earlier than Boss Zhao’s Pinecone Farm.

There was no news there for a long time.

It seemed that there was a fog. Later, after the wind blew away the fog, the entire settlement disappeared.

He only heard from the merchants and wastelanders who came to Hope Town that the master of the mansion and the whole family had converted to the faith of the Torch, followed in the footsteps of the bishop, and brought a large number of family papers and families with them. The servants, retainers, and serfs moved to the Haiyia Province to build the "Kingdom of Heaven" in the new era.

But everyone knows that the further south you go, the closer you are to the mutant territory.

It is difficult to say whether those people are still alive, and even if they are alive, how many are left...

"Eighty percent... aren't they the mortal enemies of mutants? They are probably looking for those beasts."

Ma Hechang smacked his lips, ignored the train that was getting further away, and continued working in the field with his head buried.

Go to hell.

It's best if both waves of beasts die there.

The noble people and the ugly people have perished together, and only then can a new era belonging to them truly come!

Ma Hechang cursed in his heart and vented his resentment on the **** in his hand and the soil under his feet.

He does not deny that those guys are noble people, but being noble does not mean being lovable.

These are two different things!

In comparison, the Weirant people he had heard about in rumors sounded more likable...

At the same time, the mansion of Pinecone Wood Farm was standing

On the rooftop balcony, Yinyin looked at the direction of the train.

More than half a year has passed before I knew it.

Since the physical body died, it was replaced by a bionic human body. She found that she had lost her sensitivity to time. It was like a moment of distraction, and a long, long time had actually passed around me. However, after I came back to my senses, I could easily recall what happened during this time.

This feeling is like sitting in the audience watching a movie without an ending.

Even now that she has walked out of the sanctuary, the whole world still seems to be separated from her by a layer of glass. She could clearly see every detail in her field of vision, but she couldn't really get close to it.

Perhaps the old man named Luo Gan overlooks the world from this perspective...

People seem to be no longer human beings, but just chess pieces that can be manipulated to achieve their goals.

Her **** seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. She stared at the direction where the white smoke disappeared, and her thin lips moved softly.

"Master Manager...that gentleman's people are back."

"Uh-huh!"

Standing next to Yinyin, Hanshuang, who was wearing a maid uniform, had a charming and confident smile on his face, but the words he bit into his mouth were not polite at all.

"Looks like those scum that are worse than cockroaches are in trouble!"

To it, humans are like its children. Those things that eat people without spitting out bones, aren't they just scum in the eyes of this old mother?

It's a pity that its own combat ability is not outstanding, and it can only be useful in systematic combat.

Otherwise, it really wants to take matters into its own hands and cut off the necks of those degenerated organisms.

Sun Eclipse looked at it expressionlessly and said in a voice without waves.

"We have to mobilize supplies as soon as possible and send a batch there. The frontline will need them soon."

When Singularity City was rebuilt last year, the managers confessed their plans for this year to them.

Although the war started half a year earlier than expected, they were not unprepared.

Even since the wave in Qingquan City ended at the beginning of the year and the Southern Construction Corps went to Jinchuan Province to prepare for war, this settlement has been preparing for the war that is destined to come.

Including building materials for building fortifications, supplies needed by frontline soldiers, isolation areas to accommodate patients suffering from the disease, etc.

They not only want to eliminate the torch, but also eliminate the plague left by the torch on that land, and completely destroy the "heaven" soaked in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​bones.

"Yes!" Hanshuang nodded vigorously, with a bright smile on his face, "I have received the manager's list. There are a lot of supplies in the warehouse. Send them all!"

Sun Eclipse was stunned for a moment: "It doesn't matter...people here also have to eat."

Hanshuang snapped his fingers, the smile on his face unchanged. "That's what I mean! Eclipse, you have to be more flexible, not too rigid!"

Solar eclipse: "..."

Driving for a total length of 1,500 kilometers, the military column from Shuguang City crossed the plains and jungles, turned left and right, and finally reached the border of Jinhe Province.

Stacks of mountains have appeared in the distance.

After crossing the mountain in front, turn right and you will see the death-filled seashore, and turn left and you will see the vibrant Baiyue Jungle. Passing through large forests and mountains, you can even go all the way to the picturesque French Fries Port, and see the legs swaying with the breath of life - oh no, the sea.

I really envy the brothers of the Burning Legion...

Holding the sausage bought from Groom Town in his hand, he looked out the window at the debt-ridden people and couldn't help but yawned, thinking that the time spent hanging up was too long.

"How long do we have?"

"It's almost time," the boy at the construction site and Zhuan looked at the map, then looked out the window, stroking his chin and said, "After the Wei River, there is Shifeng Mountain, which stretches for eighty miles along the Bone Road, and behind it is the Torch Church. It’s my old nest."

I heard that the Eighty Mile Mountain Road is not called the White Bone Road, but the Xuefeng Road.

It’s just that a group of mutants who eat people but don’t spit out bones went there.

The survivors set up camp on the mountain, and the survivors called the snow peak covered with snow all year round the Blood Peak, and the broken snow covering the mountain road called the White Bones. In short, there are many mutant nests hidden in the Shifeng Mountain, and according to the consistent practice of the Torch Church, they will probably make peace with the mutants and use the technology of the Prosperity Era to arm the mutants.

For example, helping them deliver babies and breed them, making prosthetics that mutants can also use, biological power armor, etc. No matter how they despise the enemy strategically, they must give these guys enough attention tactically. Otherwise it is easy to suffer big losses.

Debt Big Eyes sighed.

"My children are so hungry that they will rebel if we don't eat."

[Midnight with an umbrella but no knife] who was sitting next door came over and said with a smile.

"Aren't they your wives?"

The debtor rolled his eyes and made a motion to catch flies with a sausage skewer.

"Rolling, rolling."

After passing Mafu Town, further south is a deserted wilderness. It was not until the deepest part of the wilderness that the members of the Death Corps saw a wisp of human smoke. That is the station of the Southern Construction Corps and the true southern terminus of the entire railway. The composition of this force is quite complex, including survivors who volunteered, members of the "Iron Tower" organization, and criminals who have undergone labor reform.

At the beginning of the year, the alliance launched a severe crackdown on the slums outside Boulder City, sending troops to completely eliminate the gang members hiding in the slums, and sent the captured people to the mines in Qingshi County for training and labor reform. , and then organized into a punishment battalion and sent to the front line of the resistance wave.

In the battle against the wave, their bravery was recognized by the Jushicheng Militia Regiment. After the wave ended, the administrators incorporated the survivors into the Southern Construction Corps, and sent them to Jinchuan Province to build roads and bridges together with other criminals who were still undergoing labor reform, in preparation for the upcoming "War in Heaven." Prepare.

After half a year of preparation, this construction corps of nearly 4,000 people not only completed the railway through the wilderness, but also built a large military base on the north side of the Wei River that can accommodate 100,000 people. A large number of trenches, machine gun bunkers and other defensive bunkers were dug.

The enemies in the south will naturally not watch the Alliance dig holes and build roads here. Every now and then, they will gather mutant troops and launch a wave of raids across the Wei River towards the positions of the Southern Construction Corps. Even just two months ago, a team of thousands of mutants came to kill him!

Those greenskins wielding clubs and rifles looked like a ragtag group, but when it came to fighting, their skills were not at all inferior. Even the weakest mutants are physically stronger than ordinary survivors. Even if their hearts are punctured, they can continue to fight with their killing instincts, and can even heal fatal wounds with their powerful recovery abilities.

If you want to kill them completely, you can only smash their heads and smear their brains on the ground, or use a 19mm bolt gun to completely blast the left half of their chests and let the rotten The flesh doesn't have time to grow back before the blood dries up. It is obviously impossible to defeat the mutants with only a construction corps of less than 4,000 people. Even if there are strong enough bunkers and fixed weapons with fierce firepower, it is destined to be a difficult and **** battle. But fortunately, the league that put them in the wilderness didn't really give up on them.

When the attack occurred, almost all of the more than 300 players active in this area received the mission and rushed over. Relying on a fierce fighting style that was more unafraid of death than the mutants, the three hundred players finally defeated the mutants who crossed the Wei River with their friendly forces at the cost of nearly annihilating the group. It was also that battle that completely inflicted pain on the mutant tribe on the mountain. For two months in a row, there were no large-scale attacks, only harassment by small forces.

Obviously, those mutants are not really afraid of death. When they encounter someone more ruthless than themselves, they will still feel hesitant and fearful, and even cower.

But——

We do not rule out another possibility. They were not afraid, but realized that this hard bone was not easy to crack, so they secretly accumulated strength and planned to play a big game at the critical moment...

At the same time that the top of Shifeng Mountain came into view of the players, the military column dragging white smoke also entered the sight of the greenskins on the mountain. A pair of eyes as big as copper bells were suddenly filled with bloodlust and ferocity, and with a loud howl, green heads suddenly emerged from the caves and cracks.

A mutant who was more than three meters tall strode in front of the minions. His face was ugly and ferocious, with a mutilated flag hanging behind his back, a mallet-like shotgun in his hand, and armor-like solid steel hanging under his muscular shoulders. Especially the legs, from the knees down, the entire calves to the soles of the feet have been transformed into mechanical feet, with sharp claws protruding outward like daggers.

His name is Gray, and he is the captain of the Stone Horn Tribe. Anyone with a name on Shifeng Mountain is either a cunning fox or a first-rate ruthless character.

"Train! From the Alliance!"

Gerry let out an excited howl and raised the shotgun in his hand above his head.

"It's full of hard and powerful stuff. The torch let us smash it! Burn it down and kill it all! Steal it all!"

Hearing the majestic and powerful roar, a group of shirtless minions shouted excitedly.

"Roar——!"

One after another, the battles were beating on the mountain top, like beating war drums, and in a moment, a sparse team of about a thousand people was called out. In addition to the strong greenskins, there are also some dwarfs who are only as high as the knees of ordinary mutants, and they are also following the group of big old men.

Side. They are also mutants, and even their DNA is almost the same as that of green-skinned mutants. It's just that the stooped and short bodies are close to being disabled. Just looking at their appearance, people can't think of mutants at all.

Because mutants were not reproducing fast enough, the Church of the Torch used biological technology to redesign the genome expression sequence of some mutants and developed this hunchbacked "new gadget" at the expense of shortening their lifespan. .

Unlike those purebred mutants, these short guys reproduce and develop very quickly, usually giving birth in five or six months, and a litter can usually give birth to three or four babies.

Although they do not have the terrifying recovery ability and powerful physical ability of mutants, they age extremely quickly, and their birth is bloody, they can rely on natural reproduction to form sufficient combat effectiveness in a short period of time.

Players active in the southern part of Jinchuan Province call them goblins to distinguish them from the green skins of the "classic skin". The operator of "Wasteland OL" continued to use this title and updated it in the setting set.

In fact, not to mention outsiders, even the mutants themselves do not admit that these weak guys are mutants, and mostly call them "short things" and "ugly things". Due to their incomplete brain development, they are often even stupider than mutants, and their habits are closer to beasts, just like the dogs raised by mutants.

However, their short size is more suitable for traveling in the mountains, and their slender fingers can do some errands and even pull gun ropes, which may not be as useful as the clone cannon fodder carefully designed by the Wilantes.

The reason why the mutants on Shifeng Mountain allow this group of short things to stay in their lair is because they can help with some things and don't have much meat on their bones.

Just when a group of green-skinned mutants were rushing down the mountain, they didn't notice a gray and fat mouse lying on the back of a rock staring at them. A VM looked like It was wrapped around his belly like a belt.

A few days ago, before the brothers of the Death Corps set out, he had been eyeing these guys.

"Hey, hey, hey, this is a difficult place. The mutants on Shifeng Mountain are coming down the mountain. They have seen you from a long way away, and they are probably running towards you!"

"Haha, then they picked the wrong opponent!" A hearty reply came from the communication channel, and that voice was none other than the leader of the Death Corps, Brother Edgewater.

Listening to the voice on the other end of the communication channel, this guy seems to be eager to try.

After a half-second of silence for the mutants who were descending the mountain, he continued speaking despite being forced to do so.

"Trash guy is already waiting at the bottom of the mountain, ready to join you at any time... That guy said he plans to show you a trick, but it seems you don't lack his one either."

Edge Paddling replied with a smile.

"How could it be? He is welcome to support me! But please tell Brother Junk for me not to rush into action yet, and to stand a little further away."

It’s hard for someone to force someone to do something difficult and he asked in a daze.

"What are you doing?"

The edge of the water made a hey sound.

"We got two big guns from the Velant people, and the managers gave them to us directly! The caliber of those things is larger than the ones on the Heart of Steel. My brothers have never seen the world. If you are clamoring for a shot, let’s try it with those enemies who came down from the mountain.”

"Good guy, that 902 cannon?!"

I smacked my tongue in surprise as it was hard for someone to do anything, "You brought it with you in the first battle?"

"What if I keep it and wait for it to lay eggs?"

"Hahaha, okay, I'll tell Mr. Garbage to stop rushing in..."

Hang up the communication, stretched out his sharp nails and scratched twice on the VM screen, trying to contact the 99-level garbage collector, but the call lasted for a long time and there was no response.

"Weird."

The strong man scratched his head, grunted and looked down the mountain, but could not see the guy.

What did this **** do?

Just when he was wondering where Mr. Garbage had gone, a certain large lizard was lying in a reed swamp on the south side of the Wei River. The pair of amber eyes were fixed on the group of green guys swimming across the river, and the thick nostrils blew circles of imperceptible ripples on the water. As for the wrist-mounted computer that was in the way, he had long ago thrown it on the shore.

Although the Wei River is a hundred meters wide, it is not very deep. The deepest point in the center of the river is only three or four meters, and the places where the reeds grow on both sides of the river are only one or two meters deep, and the water flow does not count. Turbulent. So even if there is no bridge, it is not difficult to cross.

Needless to say, these greenskins, who are often two or three meters tall, can cross the river with a single lift of their weapons. The short goblins looked anxious and had to carry the raft across the river. , or let the big guys carry you over.

Seeing that the group of green-skinned guys were almost reaching the other side of the river, just when Mr. Garbage was about to approach and kill them by surprise, a deafening roar suddenly came from the distance.

The sound was like thunder on the ground.

Although it came from many kilometers away, it shook the calm river surface.

The garbage picker level 99 was slightly startled. Like the mutants standing in the river, they stared blankly in the direction of the sound.

"...What the hell?" Jun Jun whispered, but an ominous premonition quietly crept into his heart.

At the same time, as the military column braked midway, the smoke floating above the 902 cannon slowly dispersed to the side.

Riding on the edge of the Death Claw, he jumped out of the carriage first, holding up the 20-caliber "rifle" and yelling at the brothers who were also ready to go.

"Brothers——"

"Follow me!"

"Bring glory back to Dawn City! Bring death to our enemies!"

Majestic roars of morale instantly erupted around the military column.

Whether it was the player riding on the back of the Death Claw or the Death Claw being ridden by the players, they all roared at the same time as the artillery fire was fired.

"For the alliance!"

"Long live the manager!"

"Crush them!"

"Ouch!"

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