This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 678: “Art” is the primary productive force

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The sun has sunk into the bottom of the sea, and the night at the circular island port is peaceful. However, the French Fries Port two hundred nautical miles away is very lively.

Fires flickered in the forest, explosions and gunshots came one after another. The communication channel was filled with noisy shouts, accompanied from time to time by the roars and cries of alien species.

The remote-controlled weapon station on the top of the "Husky" tracked vehicle continued to fire, pouring 20mm-caliber warheads towards the dark jungle. The grenade launcher hanging on the side made a banging sound from time to time. In the jungle There were bursts of fire mixed with smoke and dust.

What was under siege was the convoy of the scientific expedition team that was conducting an in-depth inspection of the ruins in Shilong City.

Half an hour ago they arrived at the site of a signal receiving station and were preparing to recover the coordinates and identification codes of astronomical observation satellites stored in the local server's hard drive.

If you can reconnect to the satellite, you can try to recover the access records and historical IPs saved on the satellite memory, thus lighting up a large area of ​​high-value targets on the map that are worthy of exploration.

For the excavation of the entire city's ruins, this signal receiving station is equivalent to the key to the first door of the maze.

However, what no one expected was that when the advance team of the Jungle Corps entered the signal receiving station, what was waiting for them turned out to be a giant nest of mutant ants!

In fact, when they saw the one-meter-diameter passage, everyone had a bad feeling in their hearts. And when they entered the database, that bad feeling quickly became a reality.

Dark green mutated aphids filled the entire passage with almost no room to stay. The mutated ants have transformed this passage into a pasture for breeding aphids!

A mutated soldier ant that was knee-high quickly discovered them, and the two sides started a fierce fight in the narrow passage.

Three players risked their lives and rushed into a database filled with slimy bugs. Following the instructions in the exoskeleton helmet's eyepiece, they dismantled the chitin-covered chassis and tore off the motherboard with the hard drive plugged into it.

Of the ten players who entered the ruins first, only five came back alive, and one of the remaining four lost an arm.

The pasture of the tribe was destroyed, and the angry ant colony surged out of the ant nest like a black wave and rushed towards the people near the tracked vehicle.

These bugs are much stronger than the little guys in Vault 100.

Especially the soldier ants in the colony.

Not only do they have thick and sharp jaws like sickles, but they also have the vitality to survive being shot several times, and the power to bite off tree trunks with one bite.

Under the order of the queen ant, they stepped on the corpses of their fallen counterparts and rushed towards the tracked vehicle one after another.

Even though the alliance's firepower is fierce enough, the number of these guys is too exaggerated and seems to be endless.

"MMP! This is much more powerful than the green belts of Jinchuan Province!" His ears were buzzing from the continuous sound of gunfire, and the model worker tensed up while suppressing the light machine gun that continued to fire. , shouting loudly at the top of his lungs.

"Reload! Cover me!" Pressing down the hot and red barrel of the gun, the Pi City paratrooper on the side knocked off the empty drum, took a new one from his back and hastily inserted it.

At this moment, an RPG trailing white smoke jumped out from above his head, and the falling sparks and thick smoke covered his face.

"Sun! What the **** are you-" Before he could finish his words while coughing, the rocket hit the tree trunk only twenty meters away from him.

The instantaneous explosion of thermobaric bombs opened up a cloud of fire and white smoke, shaking the surrounding trees. Dozens of mutated ants seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, screaming and being burned by the scorching heat. Qi Lang fell to the ground.

Everyone got a moment of respite, but before they could take a break, the tidal swarm of ants came up again.

"There are too many of them!" A player shouted loudly in the communication channel with his index finger pressed on his helmet.

Just when everyone could no longer hold on, the long-awaited retreat order finally appeared in the communication channel.

"...The hard drive has been recovered, and each team retreats according to the planned route!"

"Received!"

The model worker holding the machine gun folded up its stand, stepped clumsily through the fluffy grass and branches, and retreated in the direction of the tracked vehicle.

Several people took turns firing at the ant colony, retreating and fighting in groups of three, and finally retreated to the vicinity of the "Husky" tracked vehicle.

The bulldozer-like tall vehicle had turned around and retreated in the direction it came from with the fire support provided by four ten-man teams.

Looking at the wreckage scattered on the ground, a player had a reluctant expression on his face and reached out to grab some materials to take back for questioning. In the end, his arm was almost bitten off by a mutated ant that was still alive.

Fortunately, the team leader on the side saw this and sent the living ant away with a shuttle, and then pulled the unlucky guy back from the brink of death.

"You are so desperate!" Looking at the idiot holding a mutated ant corpse in his hand, the captain couldn't help but cursed, "How long have you been touching the corpse!"

The player chuckled and touched his helmet.

"Don't I want to take one back to study..."

Too lazy to talk nonsense with this guy, the captain pushed the guy's shoulder in the direction of the tracked vehicle and shouted.

"Hurry! Get in the car and leave!"

The Alliance has no aircraft deployed in this area and cannot provide air support. However, fortunately, the brothers of the Burning Corps built a temporary artillery position near the camp during the day. Among the support weapons transported from Dawn City this time 155mm gun.

Borrowing the radio of the tracked vehicle, Midnight Killer quickly made contact with the friendly forces in the rear and reported the situation here.

"This is the Jungle Corps. We are besieged by a dense ant colony. The coordinates are 1091, 1222...requesting fire support to be extended northward!"

A rustling electric sound came from the earphones, and soon came the friendly army's answer.

"Received! The 155 artillery position is in place, give us a minute!"

"Hurry up!!"

Yelling at the communication channel, Midnight Killer hung up the communication and then swung the chain saw welded to the prosthetic left arm and slashed at the mutated ants rushing towards the side.

With a squeaking and scraping sound, the carapace covered with **** mucus was scattered in all directions under the heavy blow of the chain saw. A mutated soldier ant that was half a man tall was cut into two pieces from the middle. !

The movements of his hands did not stop. Looking at the mutated soldier ants biting up from the side, Midnight Killer raised the barrel of the bolt gun welded to his right arm and fired a spray.

Thick and long tongues of flame flickered, and the 19mm shotgun blasted firmly on the forehead of the mutant soldier ant, turning the huge head and mouthparts into a sieve.

Standing in the ant colony, he was like a killing god, and his attacks had already taken down countless "heads".

Looking at the teams that were already engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the alien species, he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Hold on! Fire support is coming soon!"

Inspired by the roar, a group of jungle corps warriors broke out with the momentum of killing mutants. They pulled out the engineering shovels and logging axes hanging on the exoskeleton, and started fighting with the mutant soldier ants that rushed nearby. Fighting hand to hand.

A strength player threw aside the broken logging ax, picked up the cobblestones on the ground, and used brute force to smash the mutated soldier ants riding on him into a pulp.

There is also a newbie who just joined the group who is even more aggressive. After his legs were cut off by the mutated ant's mouthparts, he directly picked up half of the calf that had fallen to the ground with the flesh attached, and beat him hard hard. He smashed half of the head of an ant half as tall as a man.

The battle finally entered the melee phase that the Jungle Corps is best at.

Under the stimulation of the blood, everyone's eyes turned red.

For a moment, it was hard to tell which side was human and which was beast.

"Crazy! Totally crazy!"

The model worker screamed, threw away the empty magazine of the machine gun, picked up the hatchet and rushed forward, chopping like meat.

In just one minute, the total casualties of the fifty-man team were close to 30%!

Although the ant colony also suffered heavy losses, these guys are bugs who don't know what death is after all, and the word "retreat" does not exist in the dictionary.

Just when everyone's situation was in danger, the artillery bombardment called a minute ago finally arrived on the battlefield.

Almost on time.

The flickering firelights flew into the sky amidst thunderous roars, and a moment later they hit the dense forest in front of the jungle corps like raindrops.

The bursts of bursting fire and thick smoke were like piranha flowers blooming in the rainforest. Mutated ants with claws and claws opened and fell in pieces like wheat. Amidst the explosion fragments and hot air waves, Torn to pieces.

The first round of shelling was just a prelude.

Before the mutated ants could recover from the explosion, a second round of shelling followed.

The roaring artillery fire extended for a full five hundred meters towards the north, blasting the entire rainforest into a mess. Broken branches and canes were everywhere on the ground, and black mud rolled from the ground to the tree crown.

"Woohoo!"

"Well done!"

After dealing with a few mutated ants that managed to survive, everyone put away their mucus-stained logging axes and gun barrels that were red with heat, and cheered for the survivors.

The scientific researchers on the crawler vehicle also breathed a sigh of relief.

Except for Meng Liang who followed Chu Guang on the battlefield, this is the first time for most of the people here to return to a place so close to the front line.

Listening to the bullet casings falling on the roof of the car, many people's hearts were in their throats.

Wiping the sweat from his face, Meng Liang pretended to be relaxed and looked at his subordinates aside, and gave the researchers a comforting smile.

"See, I told you...it's actually not that scary." As he said this, he shook his legs to hide the softness of his calves.

Everyone looked at Brother Meng with admiration in their eyes, and secretly said in their hearts that he is indeed someone who has seen the world with the manager.

But they don't know it.

Although this man did follow the administrator to the front line, the so-called front line was only limited to the bridge of the airship.

This was the first time he had seen warheads flying around like this.

That's not normal if you don't panic.

The battle outside has ended.

The mutated ant colony suffered heavy damage under the bombardment of 155 artillery pieces and has completely died out.

In this night-filled rainforest, the ground is full of mutated ants that are missing arms and legs and cannot stand up. They are flapping their few remaining legs amidst the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke.

Seemingly realizing that chasing prey was no longer possible, some mutant worker ants with slightly smaller mouthparts began to emerge from the nest, dragging the injured mutant soldier ants back to the nest.

But at this time, they have become the favorites in the eyes of other predators in the forest. Many aliens who smell the fragrance of food have sensed the opportunity to have a feast and are already looking here eagerly.

Obviously, the bloodthirsty and cruelty of this rainforest is not just for outsiders. The cold jungle law equally cares for every creature that sets foot on this land.

For the mutant ant tribe entrenched underground at the signal receiving station site, tonight may be particularly long and difficult.

But this doesn’t matter to those players who accidentally broke into this place...

"Damn... I actually survived."

Pushing away the half-body body that was pressing on him, the model worker shook his groggy head vigorously and got up from the ground.

Picking up the machine gun that he had thrown away earlier, he limped toward the rear with the support of his teammates, and followed the tracks of the tracked vehicle to leave the battlefield.

After marching two kilometers southwest, each team counted and reported casualties.

Counting the unlucky ones who had to recuperate themselves after being seriously injured, a total of twenty players were killed in the action, and most of the remaining thirty were injured.

This battle can be described as tragic.

However, the results they achieved are equally astonishing.

The data stored on the hard drive is basically complete. Now we are just waiting for the scientific expedition team and experts from Camp 101 to decipher the content on the hard drive and then retrieve the data from the satellite tens of thousands of kilometers away.

This won't take much time.

When everything is completed, they can synchronize all research facilities with data related to that satellite within a radius of dozens of kilometers on the map.

……

The night was deep, darkness shrouded the rainforest, and only the scattered campfires in the port and the mottled moonlight floating on the waves were left on the silent coastline.

Stepping on the edge of the campfire, the tough men of the Jungle Corps, who had been making noise in the woods all day, returned to the French Fries Port located on the coast, arm in arm.

The exoskeletons were covered with scratches, pits, alien saliva and blood, and several bitten and pitted remains had lost their owners.

Looking at this group of scarred soldiers and the intact tracked vehicle, the researchers of the scientific expedition team who were sorting out samples at the entrance of the settlement all cast their surprised glances at them, and then a pair of eyes were more or less The ground was imprinted with touching light.

Thanks to those respectable people, they can focus on what they are good at without worrying about death that may come at any time.

Death has always existed in this wasteland and has never left their side.

It’s just that someone has to bear all this on their behalf...

Infected by the tragic atmosphere, several researchers standing near the recovery point silently raised their right fists and placed them on their left chests, and performed an alliance military salute towards the slumping figures.

What a respectable group of guys!

……

At the same time, to the south of Fries Port, not far from the beach, was the only tavern in the port.

The name of the tavern is quite unique, it is called "One Person Tavern". As the name suggests, there is only one owner from the bar to the kitchen, so sometimes the guests have to pour their own drinks or even wash their glasses in the sink nearby.

But most of the players don't care. After all, even if they do, they have no choice. There is only one tavern in the entire settlement.

Even if it's a convertible.

The name of the boss here is [Drunk and Smiling Yiren]. He is a professional gamer who got a helmet in B-test. His specialty is fried fish and chips.

In his own words, these two dishes can be made with hands or even without hands. They are more suitable for handicapped players like him who have about 0 cooking skills.

As for the taste...

You have come here to drink, why do you care about the taste?

Drunk people will only struggle with disconnection. As for the taste of the food in their mouth, they actually don’t care much.

A group of players were sitting on the edge of the beach, drinking beer and eating fish and chips, while exchanging information gained from the day's adventures.

"Damn, there's a group of mutated lizards living in the northwest highlands. At first glance, I thought they were dinosaurs! Thanks to my perception system, I discovered them first. I almost lost my ticket without earning my money back!"

"Did you accept that exploration mission?"

"Yes! The difficulty of the mission is written as E, and the recommended level is LV10. I believe it is evil!"

"Hahahaha!"

"You are so lucky!"

"I heard that submitting battle videos can be re-graded. If you encounter three A-level or one S-level threat level aliens, you can be re-graded to A. The silver coins and contribution points rewarded by the mission will increase a lot."

"Really or not? I'll try again!"

"It's time to find Mr. Garbage, this is his home court."

"What a good idea. Maybe it can help our garbage brother solve the object problem."

"Haha! You want to laugh your dad to death."

"Speaking of which, what has that guy been busy with recently? I didn't see anyone else in Dawn City."

"That guy never came back from Jinchuan Province. It seems that the two of them became addicted to being a stickman in Jinchuan Province."

"Good guy."

"It's okay to be a magician."

Everyone was talking in surprise when a group of tough men from the Jungle Corps, who had unloaded their equipment, came over noisily.

It was completely different from the state when they just returned to the camp. These guys didn't look like their dead teammates at all. They had hearty joy written on their faces. Instead, they looked like they had just won a battle. A close ball game.

For tasks issued by the scientific expedition team, 70% of the loss of equipment will be reimbursed by the scientific expedition team. If an individual purchases additional insurance for his or her equipment, the compensation rate can even reach 90%.

They can let their hands and feet go wild, anyway, in the end, someone will pay for the entire consumption.

The rewards of the mission will be comprehensively calculated based on parameters such as actual difficulty, battle loss-to-gain ratio, and branch completion status.

The encounter with the ant colony was an emergency outside of intelligence, and they successfully brought back the hard drive despite the accident.

This mission also received an A+ rating. After deducting the loss of equipment and ammunition beyond the reimbursement amount, it is no problem to share a four-digit bonus per person!

"MMP! Today's mission is so exciting!"

"It's so cool, okay!"

"I hope to come again several more times!"

"Haha, you are really happy, but Brother Guang is at a loss!"

"It doesn't matter! Just feel good and that's it!"

Looking at Lao Bai sitting and drinking with several brothers from the Burning Corps, Midnight Killer stepped forward with a smile and stretched out his fist.

"Old Bai, you can shoot well!"

Grinning, Lao Bai raised his fist and touched him.

"That's a must! Those guys who are having **** are all professionals."

He pulled a stool and sat next to him, Midnight Killer asked with a smile.

"What about you? How was the harvest today?"

Before Lao Bai could speak, the props master sitting beside him interrupted with a playful smile.

"It's okay, that's it. Today's tasks are mainly to be a light bulb and accompany Ms. Chen to enjoy the flowers."

Worker: "Hahaha, it's okay to be a light bulb!"

"Don't listen to this guy's nonsense. This is a serious sampling task. We will go back after packing up the samples."

Facing a pair of joking and gossipy eyes, Lao Bai coughed dryly and continued.

"...We also encountered several waves of attacks on the way, but the intensity was average. We also brought back some game, which is being roasted over there."

As he spoke, he pointed to the beach not far away with his chin.

I saw Murderous Dagger leading a few players around the fire with pebbles, and next to them stood a mutated cheetah that had just been skinned.

The cheetah was much larger than the ones piled on the cargo pile during the day. It was probably some special species that evolved in this rain forest.

Irena, who was sitting on the stool next to her, swallowed, her eyes filled with desire.

"Good guy, it looks good."

Although the fire has not yet risen, the fries and fried fish on the plate no longer taste good just by looking at the raw meat covered with marinade...

Seeing all the pairs of eyes looking this way, Lao Bai smiled heartily, waved his hand and said cheerfully.

“You can help yourself if you want to eat, and bring your own knives, forks and beer!”

He rushed to the bar first and took out a few bills and slapped them on the table.

"Boss, two cases of beer! And... ten plates of French fries!"

"The wine is in the warehouse, help me get it." Yiren, who was busy frying French fries, stared nervously at the contents of the frying pan without raising her head.

It's like staring at a grenade with the fuse pulled out.

"Fuck! I'll catch you!"

Looking at his perfunctory look, the model worker gave a strong middle finger, but still ran into the warehouse to move the wine.

He walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of lemonade. The Pi City paratrooper looked at Brother Yiren who was too busy and said jokingly.

"Brother, you should hire a few waiters and let the customers serve tea, pour water and wash the dishes. I have never seen such a arrogant boss like you."

Yiren raised her head and said, dumbfounded.

"You think I don't want to!"

There are few NPCs in this camp.

As for the players, there is no need to think about it.

These guys can even afford 600 silver coins for air tickets, so it is obviously impossible for them to come to him to do the work of a junior.

As for those newbies who are willing to do some hands-on work, most of them are 10% newcomers who have not even unlocked the VM. Not to mention that they cannot raise the 600 silver coins for air tickets, and they do not even have the level threshold to take an airship to a new map. !

After working twice, the model worker moved two boxes of beer to the edge of the beach and distributed them to everyone who was waiting for the fire to rise.

Not long after, Murderous Dagger and Kidney Fighter finally lit the fire.

Several tough men from the Jungle Corps came up to help, and placed the mutant cheetah weighing two to three hundred kilograms on a makeshift stand.

Everyone moved their stools to the fire and sat there, drinking beer while enjoying the sea breeze, and cutting **** meat while grilling meat.

Smelling the intoxicating aroma of barbecue and looking at the sizzling brown color on the fire, Lao Bai couldn't help but narrowed his eyes in contentment.

Beach, beer, barbecue...

Sure enough, this is an adventure!

In comparison, life in Dawn City is a bit too comfortable. Although it is quite interesting, whether it is the people or things there, it always feels like there is something missing compared to when the server was launched.

But after arriving at the French Fries Port, he suddenly realized what the missing thing was.

They set foot on this land as residents of Vault 404, vowing to end the Wasteland Era and restore civilization.

Now that the wasteland of Qingquan City has ended, the abandoned city that was originally filled with death has become a training ground for newbies to practice operations... There are no missions there that can provide more gaming experience for high-level players like them. .

While this is certainly good, it can still feel lonely occasionally.

Maybe...

Only a life on the road is the most suitable for players like them.

I don’t know if he was thinking about the same thing. The Elf King Fugui who was sitting next to him looked up at the clear night sky and the brilliant stars, and suddenly said melancholy.

"Speaking of which... if this trend continues, sooner or later all the wastelands will end, right? What are you going to do then?"

After taking a bite of the crispy and browned leg meat, Irena said with a funny look on her face.

"Why are you thinking about something so far away? Besides, isn't there a big pie five light years away?"

Elven King Fugui looked at him and asked.

"Is the wasteland five light years away also coming to an end?"

"Then let's go further afield and have a look!" Looking up at the bright stars in the sky, Lao Na chuckled and said, "When the time comes, I'll buy a spaceship and go out and see what the map of this game has. How big!"

Model Voldemort said jokingly.

"Maybe there will be stickers on it when you fly there."

Irena said with a smile.

"Haha! Maybe it's really possible!"

Everyone was eating and drinking while talking and laughing. The French fries ordered half an hour ago were finally served to the table. Yiren clapped her hands and was about to go back to continue frying fish, but she was already half-full. Everyone sat down and drank together.

Model Voldemort burped, stood up and stretched, and suddenly saw what seemed to be a jet black oil drum on the beach.

To be precise, it is something shaped like an oil drum. It is estimated to be as tall as a person and as long as three or four people lying flat on their backs.

"Did something wash up on the shore?"

Hearing his voice, everyone looked towards the coastline in unison, and they all saw the weird-looking guy.

At this moment, an arc-shaped door opened on the side of the cylinder, and a person seemed to roll out of it.

He staggered up from the beach, as if he wanted to leave from the edge of the beach. However, before he could stand firm, a wave half a man's height came up and pushed him down again as he had just stood up. On the ground.

Destiny seemed to be playing a joke on him.

Besides him, there was also a mutated sea crab that was shaking its head.

The crab shook its huge crab shell and was about to move back into the sea. Suddenly it saw the guy lying on the beach and fluttered, and he couldn't move the crab legs.

Seeing this scene from a distance, Lao Bai narrowed his eyes slightly and put down the wine bottle in his hand.

Smelling the smell of the branch line, Murderous Dagger sitting aside suddenly became interested and put down the half-eaten leg meat without saying a word.

"I'll help him!"

Ignoring Old Kidney's objections, he wiped his hands full of oil on his good brother's clothes, then picked up the assault rifle lying next to him and took a few steps forward. He fired two shots on the beach, killing the changed weapon. The mutated sea crab in the direction took a few steps back.

Taking advantage of the mutated sea crab's daze for a moment, he opened fire to attract its attention and rushed forward quickly to drag the unlucky drowned rat back from the beach.

A brother of the Jungle Corps skillfully picked up an absurdly large bolt gun, put it on his shoulder and pulled the trigger.

The recoil hit his shoulder, but the 19mm bolt shell that burst out of the barrel was unambiguous and hit the sea crab's head accurately.

The hot metal jet suddenly spurted out from the back of the beast's head, and the guy threw himself on the beach without saying a word.

"The goods are in stock, brothers! Let's bake crabs soon!" The player chuckled, shook his shoulder that was about to be dislocated by the shock, picked up a fishing net and ran up.

At the same time, the man whose whole body was soaked by the sea water was also carried back with the murderous dagger on his shoulders. As soon as the latter let go, he collapsed on the ground as if he had lost all strength.

"Hey, slow down."

"Thank you...thank you..."

The man paralyzed on the ground looked thin and had blue lips. He curled up on the ground, trembling and repeating words of thanks, regardless of what others said.

His hair, which was wet from the sea water, was stuck to his forehead. He was breathing heavily with a frightened expression on his face, as if he had encountered something terrible.

Facing the confused gazes of everyone, he seemed invisible. His cloudy pupils wandered around on their own, and finally settled on the greasy piece of barbecue on the fire.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he was swallowing the little saliva he had left, and his desperate eyes gradually became filled with a desire for food.

Lao Bai walked up to him and knelt down, handing him a piece of steamed bun that Boss Yi had not yet fried and a cup of hot lemonade.

"Eat something to cushion your stomach first."

The man nodded desperately, but just after grabbing the steamed bun, he forgot about what he had just agreed to and started eating hungrily.

After he finished chewing the steamed bun and swallowed it with water, Lao Bai looked into his eyes and asked.

"My name is Lao Bai, what's yours? What's your name?"

The man gasped and said tremblingly.

"Huang...Huang Guangwei."

Lao Bai continued to ask.

"Where are you from?"

For a moment, the man looked at Lao Bai alertly, then quickly glanced around, closing his mouth tightly, and there was no more words left.

Seeing the alertness in the man's eyes, Lao Bai smiled lightly and continued in a relaxed tone.

"Don't be afraid, we are from the Alliance. If you haven't heard of the Alliance...maybe you have heard of Vault 404."

As he spoke, he turned on the VM and clicked twice to start the screen.

Looking at the light blue startup screen that appeared on the VM, the man was obviously relieved, and most of the wariness in his eyes was gone.

Seeing his reaction, Lao Bai had already made a guess. He took out the headset he carried and hung it on his ear, pressed it with his index finger and said.

"Fang Chang, come to the one-person tavern. There is an NPC who may be from Vault 70."

After waiting for a moment, Fang Chang's voice came quickly.

"Arrived soon."

Just as Lao Bai expected, the lost guy in front of him slowly spoke.

"I... come from Vault 70..."

After speaking, he grabbed Lao Bai's arm and looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Help me... please, for the sake of us all being residents of the shelter!"

(End of this chapter)