This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 226: Funeral
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After the battle.
Chu Guang asked people to count the casualties.
There were 37 guards stationed at Changjiang Farm, 25 were killed, 4 were seriously injured, and the rest were slightly injured.
A total of 221 players participated in the battle, but only half of them actually engaged the enemy. Many reinforcements from the outposts had just arrived on the battlefield, and the previous battle was over.
Except for the 4 people who died in the melee and the 2 who were seriously injured, the rest were all minor injuries, less than 10 even if you include those who suffered from motion sickness.
Since there is no irreversible damage, the injured player can just go back to the training cabin in the shelter and lie down for a while, which is not a big problem.
As for the Marauders, although the offensive was overwhelming at first, as the players joined the battlefield, they were quickly pinned to the ground and rubbed.
A total of 107 people were annihilated, 40 of them were killed by mosquito cannons. When the edge of the water led people to search them, only one of them was still half alive. Because the scene was too ferocious, Brother Bian couldn't bear to look at it, so he gave him a happy ending.
In addition, there were more than 40 people, half of whom were seriously injured and more than 40% were slightly injured.
It is not a righteous act to kill those who gave up resistance. Wrench did not execute these prisoners, but this does not mean forgiveness.
It would be too cheap for them to die.
They should work in the ice and snow to repent and reclaim the wasteland north of Linghu Lake until they pay off their sins or die.
Because there were not enough cells, everyone was crammed into a warehouse. It was so small that there was no place to lie down, and it was so dark that you couldn't even see your fingers.
Without medicine or even bandages, some seriously injured prisoners quickly stopped breathing, while others, even if they were still alive, would find it difficult to survive the night.
……
On the other side, the guard station.
In the room where the wounded were placed.
The boy with a bandage on his stomach was lying on his back on a stretcher, so weak that he could only breathe half a breath.
He was shot at least twice in the stomach and had a piece of shrapnel embedded in his shoulder.
Such a serious injury, in a wasteland with poor medical conditions, can basically lead to a death diagnosis.
There was not much sadness in his heart. When he picked up the gun, he thought he would die, but he didn't expect this day to come so quickly.
If I have any regrets, it’s probably that I didn’t get to drink the hot New Year’s soup that night.
I really want to know what it tastes like...
Just when he felt a little sleepy, he vaguely heard someone calling his name.
"Lu Bei!"
After trying his best to open his eyes a little, Lu Bei saw a young man with a bandage on his arm running towards him.
"...Xu Shun?"
"Lu Bei! Great, you are still alive!"
Smiling weakly, Lu Bei was about to say something when he saw Xu Shun hurriedly taking out a needle and pricking it on his arm.
There was no tingling sensation.
Lu Bei even doubted whether there was a needle.
Looking at his friend who was relieved, he hesitated slightly and said.
"This is?"
"Therapeutic needle! The administrator gave it to us. It is said that as long as there is half a breath, we can save you!"
Xu Shun chuckled and continued with relief.
“We’ve caught up! I thought it was too late!”
Treatment needle?
Lu Bei was stunned.
Will that thing work?
Just when he was thinking this, the wounds on his stomach and shoulders were like ten thousand ants crawling over them, and they were so itchy that people couldn't help but want to scratch them.
The pain begins to return.
This is a good thing.
Lü Bei gradually felt that his cold body seemed to be warming up, and his originally dazed consciousness gradually woke up.
His eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
Really works? !
It’s amazing!
Looking at Lu Bei who was gradually recovering, Xu Shun reached out to hold his arm and said excitedly.
"Brother, are you feeling better?"
Lu Bei nodded.
"Much better...but the shrapnel on my shoulder has not been removed yet."
Xu Shun said.
"You are too weak now to undergo surgery. I'm afraid the shrapnel will have to wait for a period of recovery before being removed."
At this point, he sighed with emotion.
"Hey, it's a pity that the pimple soup is all mushy, but it tastes good if you heat it up. Do you feel like you can eat now? If you can, I'll get you a bowl."
When Lu Bei heard that there was something to eat, he immediately became energetic and stretched out his hand to hold the bed board.
"Let's go together."
"Let's go together?"
Before Xu Shun could react, he was surprised to see that his good brother, who had only been half-breathing a few minutes ago, actually sat up from the bed.
Lu Bei touched his belly and said with a smile.
"I'm not sure, but I feel better... Look, this is nothing."
As he spoke, he jumped out of bed and urged his friend.
"Hurry, it will get cold again if you wait any longer!"
It wasn't just Lu Bei who recovered, the other three seriously injured guards also recovered with the help of treatment.
However, although the treatment needle can speed up recovery, it cannot regenerate the severed limbs, nor can it restore the burned skin to exactly the same as before.
Lu Bei was probably the luckiest, as the two bullets did not hit his vitals.
If it were a little lower or a little higher, he would probably have to spend the rest of his life in regret.
"Have you given out all the medicine?"
Standing at the gate of the guard station, Chu Guang found Wrench who was directing the aftermath.
This guy is also a ruthless person. The polymer bulletproof plate hanging in front of the "Type 5" exoskeleton has been completely shattered. His left arm and right leg were shot once, but he was driven by the exoskeleton. , fought tenaciously to the end.
Different from players.
They have no diminished sense of pain.
There is no second life either.
This bravery deserves at least a silver medal!
"It has been sent..." Noticing the manager's gaze on his chest, Wrench glanced down, his expression instantly a little ashamed, "I'm sorry, I damaged the equipment you gave me."
Chu Guang looked at him and said.
"Lift your head up, you have done a good job. If the equipment is broken, you can repair it, and if it cannot be repaired, you can replace it with a new one, but you only have one life. I hope you can regard the latter as more important than the former."
Four treatment needles, two boxes of anti-inflammatory drugs, and more than ten boxes of hemostatic bandages.
The intermediate blind box that Chu Guang used to despise was useless, but this time it came in handy.
However, this wave of consumption has almost emptied his medicine reserves.
The war is coming.
It seems that I have accumulated 120 points. This time I will throw them on the intermediate blind box when I go back.
Wrench's face showed a trace of emotion.
He knew how expensive the exoskeleton was, having seen it in the store.
Raising his head, he said in a sonorous voice.
"Yes, sir!"
Chu Guang looked at him and nodded approvingly.
"After that, I will have someone make you a steel breastplate to put on."
"Now, take me to see the wounded."
"Yes!" Wrench nodded excitedly, followed the order and walked ahead.
Just as the two of them were walking towards the guard station, a young man slipped out of the station.
The north wind blew loudly outside. Lu Bei tightened his coat with many holes in it and walked towards the north.
A battle had just broken out here before. The ground was covered with dirty snow and muddy water mixed with blood. Shocking footprints were **** the ground and had not yet completely frozen.
Several reinforcements of guards stood nearby on duty, supervising several prisoners of war as they dragged the bodies to the open space and lined them up.
The corpses are easy to identify. The guards are all wearing black coats, and most of the predators are wearing ugly furs.
The bodies of the guards were covered with cloth or something else.
The body of the looter is lying on its back, and will be towed away by a truck later.
The corpse will attract scavenging alien species, and may even bring plague, which must be dealt with in time.
Noticing the young man wrapped in a coat, a guard walked up and urged him to leave.
"Hey, what are you doing here? Go back quickly, be careful of the wounds being frozen."
Lu Bei muttered softly.
"I'll go back in a moment and find someone."
Looking at the expression on his face, the guard was stunned.
After a moment of silence, he nodded.
"Then hurry up."
"Thank you!"
After nodding his thanks, Lu Bei immediately trotted in. After searching among the dead for a while, he finally found the person he was looking for.
The breathing paused slightly.
Trembling fingers peeled back the linen.
Looking at the frost-covered wrinkles and eyebrows, Lu Bei's Adam's apple twitched. This time he finally believed what his comrades told him.
After being silent for a long time, Lu Bei silently took out a still warm lunch box from his arms and placed it next to the old man's face.
"...The captain told me that this requires more courage than facing the claws of death."
"He also said that thanks to you, we responded as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."
"He said that our enemies are much stronger than **** hands, and defeating them is something to be proud of. We not only defeated our enemies, we also defeated our past."
"The captain also said a lot of things, but I can't remember them all. I just remember that the pimple soup was quite delicious, especially when I just scooped it out of the pot. After one bite, my whole body was warm..."
"...I put it here."
Lu Bei was about to stand up when he suddenly saw the whistle biting between his cracked lips.
After a moment of silence, Lu Bei reached out and gently tugged on the whistle that was bitten by his teeth, and took it out of his mouth.
Finding a pocket with no holes in the scarred coat, he carefully put it in and kept it.
"Thank you."
"I will keep it safe for you."
After whispering something, the young man covered him with a cloth, stood up, gave a military salute, and walked away in the direction of the guard station...
……
Official website:
[Server-wide announcement: The emergency mission is over. Thank you everyone. You have thwarted the raid of the predators. Victory belongs to you! 】
[Server-wide announcement: All players who respond to the mobilization will receive a Bronze Gear Medal, and the team with the highest score will receive a Silver Gear Medal. 】
[Battle rewards will be settled later, I wish everyone a happy holiday. 】
For the natives of the wasteland, the price of any victory is heavy.
But for players who do not belong to this world, this is just a game after all.
After taking off their helmets, they still have to eat unfinished dumplings or reheat cold takeaways. They may have unfinished work to do soon.
Chu Guang thought for a long time, but finally did not write down his heavy heart in the announcement.
Today is New Year's Day.
There will be a funeral at dawn.
The battle report can wait until tomorrow.
Things outside of the main plot can be written in the setting collection of the official website information, or placed as easter eggs in the game for players to discover on their own.
They've done a great job.
Human nature should not be tortured by dogs.
Forum:
Fried eggs with tomatoes: "Brothers, how is the situation on the front line? Is the team battle over?"
Lao Bai: "After a while, when we rushed over from the outpost, the battle in front of us was already finished."
Tail: "Tail is the first one! This time he must be the MVP! (｀?′)Ψ"
WC is really a mosquito: "Don't think about it, the MVP must be me, I destroyed four teams by myself! (Baring teeth)"
Tail: "!!!"
Battlefield atmosphere group: "What the hell?!"
Ye Shi: "Damn it! Are you cheating?!"
Professor Yang, the King of Thunder and Lightning: “If you don’t understand, just ask, how many people are there in the fourth team?”
Gust Wind: "Predators are usually a team of ten..."
Thunder and Lightning Dharma King Professor Yang: “Awesome!”
Smoking cessation: "I'm so strong?!"
Irena: "Okay, okay, goblin technology is on the rise. (Funny)"
Yar, I want to go to the toilet and ask: "You are awesome, you are awesome with a hammer! The cannon is ours! (Turn over the table)"
What does Ye Ao do to me: "Smile, that's all? It's not even a company in total. The weakest cook in my uncle's group has over a hundred lives on his hands. There are only forty, even a rookie." Not really."
Irena: "Brother, although we are a black forum, I don't believe what I say. (Funny)"
Ye Shi: "If you don't understand, just ask, is your uncle Haierdin? (Funny)"
……
The funeral of the fallen guard was held early the next morning.
All the guards lined up at the north gate, fired three shots into the sky, and then loaded the bodies of the dead onto trucks.
In the wasteland, burying in the soil is equivalent to giving food to the alien species. Many alien species have the habit of digging for food and digging holes in the soil.
If given the choice, almost no one would choose burial.
The wish of most of the guards is to go to the iron furnace like the blue coats who once helped them.
Some people also hope to be cremated and scatter the ashes in lakes, high buildings, or places where they have fought or defended.
No one knows their last wishes better than their comrades, and those who survive will do the "future things" for them.
Stayed at the funeral until the end.
Before leaving, Chu Guang suddenly noticed that several players were watching from a distance and stayed until the end like him.
Don't be ridiculous: "By the way... if the NPC in this game dies, can't it be refreshed?"
Makabazi: "That should be the case. I remember the setting seems to be that if they die, they will disappear, but there will be others to take over their positions."
Shao Duzi sighed.
"Hey..."
Makabazi glanced at him.
"What's wrong, bro? Emo early in the morning?"
Don't be ridiculous: "It's nothing... I just counted in a circle and found that someone is missing."
Makabazi said in surprise: "Hey, can you still remember their faces?"
He is face-blind and can barely remember faces in real life, let alone in games with filters.
The only ones I can remember are probably Xiaoyu and Boss Xia, and at most Luca.
Oh yes, there is also the respected manager.
But the manager doesn't always show his face, so remembering his face doesn't mean much. The dark blue power armor is more representative.
Shao Duzi sighed and said.
"No, I only remember a few. For example, the old man, he would go to the lake to watch us fishing every week on his rest days. As soon as I saw his expression, I knew that he was a member of the same group, so I took out the fishing rod at that time. Amway gave it to him and taught him to use a bottle to catch leeches..."
Maka Bazi was stunned for a moment.
"Ah...is there a hidden mission?"
"No."
Shao Laduzi shook his head and sighed for the third time.
"Although it is meaningless, it is quite interesting."
"And when I think that the fishing friend will not come again, I am still a little lonely..."