This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 179: The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows

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The staple food provided for lunch is palm-sized white bread, toasted corn kernels that are very crispy and burnt, and wolf meat cooked with soybeans.

Not only Liu Jiujiu, as the envoy, was entertained, but the eight serfs and two guards who pulled the cart also benefited from him.

Leaving aside the guards, they were servants with the same status as him after all, but Liu Jiujiu did not expect that the serfs would also come to the table to eat.

But after all, they were not dining in the same place, so Liu Jiuyue didn't say much.

Clapping his hands together, he thanked the master who gave them food. He couldn't wait to reach out and grab the white bread on the plate.

Different from the cold and hard green wheat cake, I don’t know what ingredients are used for this bread, let alone what method it is made with, but it is actually loose and soft. Just holding it in his hand made Liu Jiuyue couldn't help but feel distracted, and he quickly put it into his mouth and took a bite.

It smells so good! ! !

His eyes were so wide that they almost bulged out. Before he could swallow the food in his mouth, he quickly picked up the spoon, scooped another spoonful of bean stew and stuffed it into his mouth.

Soft and fragrant, it melts in your mouth. His taste buds gave it a very high rating the first time!

With no time to savor it carefully, he ate it hungrily, like a starving ghost reincarnated, completely forgetting the boss's instructions to him before leaving.

Wolf meat is usually sour, but when they are stewed with soybeans, it actually tastes a bit fragrant. As for the cooking method of the corn, it is even more amazing. Did they fry it?

This is too luxurious!

The white bread tube was enough. When Liu Jiuyue ate the fourth tube, he felt that he could no longer hold it anymore.

Taking a sip of hot water, he struggled to swallow the food stuffed into his throat, and looked at Guo Niu, who was sitting across the table eating with an expression that he had never seen the world.

"What is this?"

Guo Niu is a real person and answers truthfully.

"Steamed buns, salt and pepper corn, braised pork and soybeans."

Liu Jiuyue looked confused.

Three words that I had never heard of appeared at the same time. Unable to hide his envious eyes any longer, he couldn't help but ask.

"Do you eat this every day?"

Guo Niu shook his head and said.

"It depends on what's available at the market."

There is no canteen in the outpost, and the food is cooked by the residents of the shelter.

Although the market at noon was not as lively as at night, there were still many people setting up big pots there and cooking some weird food.

The manager set the standard for lunch, with a budget of 3 silver coins per person, and Guo Niu took the money to go to the market to purchase.

The shelter residents doing business at the north gate were very enthusiastic and rushed to drag him to their stalls, and even offered him discounts for large purchases.

Although Guo Niu doesn't understand why bulk purchases can be discounted, it is a good thing that it can save money for managers. In the end, this meal only cost 70% of the total budget, which can be said to be very economical.

"Market?"

However, after listening to Guo Niu's explanation, Liu Jiuyue's expression became even more confused.

This does sound weird.

Ordinary small survivor strongholds will not have such a thing as a market.

After all, trade is the product of prosperity. If more than half of the people in a place are slaves without private property, who can the things placed on the market be sold to? They may not even own the flesh on their bodies, let alone have anything worthy of being exploited.

I heard that there used to be a grocery store on Beit Street, which was run by the old mayor and allowed the garbage men there to exchange some daily necessities. This can be regarded as a great charity in the neighborhood, but the family has been driven away by the barbarians with guns. Now I don't know if there is any such thing as a "store" there.

Liu Jiujiu has never been there. He only heard people say that a group of beggars who picked up garbage lived there. Occasionally, they would go to pick up things near the farm, but they would usually be driven away unless they had chips with them. The farmer didn't want to cause trouble with the neighbors, so he usually allowed them to go back in exchange for some green wheat.

"Thank you for your hospitality." Liu Jiuyue wiped his mouth with his sleeve, took a moment to hold back his hiccups, stood up and said respectfully.

Guo Niu shook his head and corrected seriously: "This is all the generosity of the Lord. You should thank him, not me."

Liu Jiuyue glanced at him enviously.

It's strange.

He actually saw loyalty on the face of a serf!

However, what is even more strange is that I actually have to please him...

After coming out of the dining room, Liu Jiuyue greeted the serfs he brought and led the two-headed cow tied to the door.

He waved the whip in his hand, as if he wanted to vent his suppressed emotions on these people.

"Hurry up, lazy dogs, it's time for us to hit the road."

The serfs did not dare to disobey him, let alone the iron-barreled rifles on his and the guards' backs. They all untied the ropes on the two-headed oxen and got on board at the urging of Mr. Liu. road.

However, people's simple desire for a better life cannot be stopped by a whip alone. Several serfs took advantage of Liu Jiuyue and the two guards not noticing this, and started whispering to each other.

"The food just now was so delicious."

"Yes, even in a fat year, we have never had such a good time..."

"This is heaven!"

"Speaking of which, that person is... Guoba?"

"It seems so."

“It’s unbelievable, it’s him! I almost didn’t recognize him!”

"You said if we defected to him..."

"Shh! Don't let the man with the gun hear you. Don't blame me for not reminding you. Last time, the kid who boasted about traveling with the caravan was hung at the door for three days and three nights. , when I put it down, half of my body was eaten away!"

The serfs were silent and did not dare to speak any more.

Watching the tribute camel caravan disappear at the end of the woods, Chu Guang, who was standing by the window on the third floor of the nursing home, suddenly spoke with envy.

"It would be nice if you gave me a few more cows."

Xia Yan, who came here to grab a meal, said jokingly.

"Is this considered eating in the bowl and thinking about the pot?"

She learned this sentence from Chu Guang, and it is said to be used to describe a person who is greedy. Although she didn't think it was accurate to use this sentence to describe the manager, it was unexpectedly appropriate to use it at this time.

"Of course not," Chu Guang looked back at her and said dissatisfied, "I taught you this sentence, not for you to say it to me."

Xia Yan rolled her eyes at him and continued to concentrate on the popcorn in her hand.

Although Chu Guang always said it was junk food, she didn't think so at all. Sprinkle a little sugar on top, and the taste is out of this world!

Silver coins are awesome!

She has already begun to calculate how to spend tomorrow's salary.

……

The time has just reached noon.

At the entrance of Huayuan Street subway station, about 4 kilometers away from the Wetland Park, the pungent smell of gunpowder permeated the street, and even the howling north wind could not dissipate it.

A group of happy little players skillfully repeated yesterday's work - pulling monsters, gathering fire, and counting the results. They were busy and full of fun.

No fun except for the two of them.

One is a mole and the other is a mosquito.

In order to clear the passage from the entrance of the subway station to the gate of Shelter No. 117, these two "contractors", one big and one small, have spent more than 400 silver coins and bought two LD-47s. Rifle!

If this mission cannot be passed today, it will be difficult to say whether the reward of 1,200 silver coins is worth it, both in terms of time and cost.

"Perhaps we should learn from Elder Brother Fang and the others," Mosquito said sadly, looking at Mole standing next to him, "I chatted with Lao Bai for a while yesterday, and when they were visiting the greenhouse ruins, they didn't even Although it took some ammunition to use so many people to pile up, the cost was not much higher than ours."

The Mole shook his head and said.

"Brother Mosquito, this is wrong. You think they are sharing their game experience with you, but you don't know that they are only in Versailles. Elite tactics? You don't even look at the configuration of their teams. A set of managers with the same style An exoskeleton, the most powerful mechanical compound bow in the entire server, a mechanical hand that maximizes the intelligence output, and... the highest perception in the entire server."

"What tactics are you discussing with this kind of hexagonal team? The output of one of them is the same as the output of three of them. To ensure that you don't die, you will earn blood. If we learn their style of play, this mission can be carried forward to the next one. The moon is gone. Listen to me, if you don’t have enough equipment, you have to use a sea of ​​people to get it together. There is no shortcut!"

I understand the truth.

But I’m still so envious!

With an expression of envy and jealousy on his face, Mosquito couldn't help shouting.

"Gan! These hateful European emperors!"

The mole also nodded and said in agreement.

"Really? Do you understand the importance of balance now?"

The output of that manipulator is unreasonable, and the thrown objects almost turn into cannonballs in his hands. Has the planner really considered the feelings of power players? And that mechanical compound bow is more powerful than a gun. It can pierce armor and throw explosives. The ammunition is cheap. Is it reasonable not to sharpen it!

Of course, if completing the mission of Shelter 117 can reward him with a set of equipment of the same level or even more awesome, then he will pretend that he said nothing.

I don’t care, anyway, it’s shady if the European Emperor doesn’t get my turn!

Zhang Hai, who was previously in charge of pulling monsters, finally finished checking his results and happened to overhear the conversation between the two as he walked over.

Although he didn't understand it at all, he still excitedly made up a joke.

"The right line of the crowd will always be awesome!"

"Ni Zuokai, you are a newbie, why are you joining in the fun? Do you understand your own sequence?" The envious mosquito didn't want to talk nonsense, so he put a handful of coins in his hand, "Take it! No need to look for it!"

Zhang Hai counted and found that one copper coin was enough, he said with a smile.

"Thank you boss! I wish the boss a fortune!"

Hearing the words "get rich", the irritated mosquito's eyelids twitched again.

Get rich?

If he keeps playing like this, let alone making a fortune, he will soon go bankrupt!

Seeing the mosquito's pain, the mole sighed and patted his shoulder gently.

"Come on, victory is right in front of you. I have a hunch that the financial potential of this mission may not be weaker than that of the greenhouse ruins, and I will definitely make it back by then!"

The mosquito looked at the sky and sighed.

"I hope."

In fact, what Brother Mole said was not entirely to comfort him. Victory was indeed right in front of him.

Sixty-seven Eaters were killed in this round, which was much less than yesterday. However, the new agility type named Zhang Hai spent much longer pulling monsters down there this time than yesterday. Doubled, it was obvious that the density of alien species was not as high as it was in the previous few days.

Mole estimated that if the situation was optimistic, he would be able to complete the task in two more rounds at most.

It happened to be lunch time. The young players who participated in the strategy took a short break, walked into the abandoned store on the side of the road, and boiled a pot of water with the charcoal they brought and the branches they picked up.

The newbies need to save money to buy equipment, but most of them are reluctant to buy expensive supplies. The dry food they bring is mainly green wheat cakes or scones made from potato chips.

Although this kind of dry food has little nutrition and tastes very average, it is more convenient. Whether you throw it into the pot and boil it into a paste, or just hold it and chew it, it can fill your stomach.

There will be a hypoglycemic debuff on an empty stomach, which will affect the output. Players are prepared to wait for dry food before starting the next wave of offensive.

However, at this moment, neither Mole nor Mosquito noticed that a group of heavily armed mercenaries were quietly entering the area on the road just one block away from the Huayuan Street subway station. .

There are only eight of them. Although their equipment is not the most elite, it is more than a little better than the stragglers wandering in the wasteland. Not only were they equipped with automatic weapons, but two of them also carried thigh-thick rocket launchers on their backs, giving them considerable firepower.

It can be seen that their boss spent a lot of money and learned the lessons from the last failure. Not only did he hire a stronger mercenary group, but he also bought round-trip air tickets for this group of people to the northern suburbs.

Their mission is simple.

Arrive at Huayuan Street Subway Station, clear out the alien species under the subway station, then enter Shelter 117, take the contents inside to the evacuation point and return.

Actually, if the situation was optimistic, they should have completed this task two days ago. However, no one expected that a group of people would also be eyeing Shelter 117.

Those people seemed to be a newly rising survivor force from the northern suburbs of Qingquan City. According to the talkative host of Boulder City Radio, these people not only killed the Bloody Hand clan, but also killed the mutants on Street 76. People, and recently they have hooked up with companies passing through the northern suburbs.

Although those people's equipment is very weak and their own advantage is obvious, no one dares to take it lightly.

Especially yesterday, news came from the scouts who went to high-rise buildings to establish sniper points, saying that they had discovered targets suspected of being awakened.

The Awakener!

As the captain of these twelve people, Prit felt that things might not be as simple as imagined.

Without taking action immediately, they occupied a half-collapsed building along the street, placed a radio, established a temporary command post here, and contacted the scouts who had arrived at the front line first.

"Karl, is the awakened person from yesterday still there?"

After waiting for a moment, the scout's voice came from the communication channel.

"No more... I suspect that he has not fully awakened, but there are already signs of awakening."

Prit said in a deep voice.

"What is ability."

Carl replied.

"It may be related to the intuitive or spiritual system."

Intuitive or spiritual system.

Prit's brows furrowed tightly.

The so-called awakening means that part of the body's traits are "alienated" and show some characteristics that are different from ordinary people.

There are many possible triggers for awakening. The more common ones are the use of genetically modified drugs, or the survival instinct that is stimulated in a life-or-death situation, causing the unactivated fragments of the gene fragments to be dominantly expressed.

Compared to the "risk-controllable" transformation of mechanical prosthetics, awakening is undoubtedly a road full of thorns. Although it can bring powerful power, it does not come without a price.

However, it is undeniable that awakened people are indeed difficult to deal with, especially the mental and intuitive types. Many of their abilities are simply unreasonably strong and difficult to guard against.

Just like the energy weapon branch of light weapons!

"That group of people is preparing for the second wave of offensive. I feel that they have almost eliminated the aliens under the subway station... Boss, when will we start?"

Preet said calmly.

"Don't panic, wait until they draw the alien species out from below."

It might be a genius idea to lure the aliens out from under the subway station and focus the fire, but these people obviously didn't realize how big the noise they made and the holes behind their butts were.

Preet's thinking is very clear.

There is no need for them to confront the survivors head-on. They only need to wait quietly for the aliens to come out in full force, while the survivors rush up with cold weapons and then fight their way out.

So what if there are awakened ones?

Eating these mixed survivors and aliens in one bite is as easy as eating a sandwich cookie.

Thinking of this, Pritt had a faint smile on his face.

He will teach these survivors a lesson.

Tell them what it means for the mantis to catch the cicada, with the oriole behind!

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(I will resume two updates this Sunday, and I feel that my exhausted body has recovered a little._(:3″∠)_)