This Game Is Too Realistic

Bonfire of wood burning.

Mars floats upward with the heat wave.

The herdsmen beat the leather drums and played the bone flutes in front of the fire, and the young dancers, their faces covered with gauze, performed a dance on the snow for the New Year.

Guards, workers, and players who loved to join in the fun who lived near the outpost also joined in, bringing food and spirits bought from the market.

Although there is only one glass of free red wine, there is a lot of distilled wine in the warehouse.

A long time ago, players used Polygonum to make music and potato as raw materials to brew distilled liquor.

Compared with red wine, which takes time to taste, it is true that this kind of hot and blood-heating spirit is more popular among wastelanders.

It's just that few people can stand drinking red and white together.

For a time, the market at the north gate was in a state of chaos.

Boss Xia still wanted to drink, but he had already fallen asleep on the table.

Worried that she would catch a cold, Xiaoyu, who was very good at taking care of others, went to the bank to get a blanket and stood on tiptoe to cover her shoulders.

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Xiaoyu patted her back and said in a coaxing tone.

"Don't drink so much next time, okay?"

However, Boss Xia, who was already asleep, obviously didn't listen, and he didn't know what kind of sweet dream he had. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he kept sipping in his mouth.

"Hehe...I want more."

Not far away, a food taster was looking for the toilet anxiously.

Farther away, the drake was wailing as if its throat was on fire.

"Water! Hiccup—give me water!"

Makabazi lay on the ground and screamed. It wasn't until the boy from the construction site stuffed a piece of snow into his mouth with a brick that the guy stopped physically.

Debt's big eyes looked like a mask of pain, covering his face and speaking alone.

"Damn it, what is it because of? I feel like my stomach is roaring!"

Looking at his swollen belly, Bing Shui couldn't help but complain.

"How much did you eat?"

"Not much, just 100 million points," Debt Big Eye burped and said in a vague voice, "Why do you have to eat it again when you return to reality after you have already eaten it in the game?"

Edge stroke: "..."

The construction site boy and the brick: "..."

Is this a question that the intelligence department can ask? ?

Fang Chang, who had drunk too much, sat crookedly on a wooden chair and began his improvisation.

Listening to the nomads' iron-like percussion and long bone flute, he tapped his index finger on the table and hummed a newly composed ballad in his mouth.

"Hmm..."

“The gears of heaven crash into the furnace.”

"Boiling molten steel splashed from the pot."

"The undying natural disasters never cease."

"We will remake the kingdom of mortals."

"..."

The hoarse voice that was dried out was like a saw pulling a violin, but in the rough accompaniment, there was an unexpected ups and downs rhythm.

Like half a bottle of strong wine down the throat.

It's like a forge with the sound of iron being struck.

Fang Chang forgot the words halfway through singing, and the players who were making noises next to him continued to make up one sentence after another, and he finally made up a song.

However, the style of painting becomes more and more outrageous as we go to the back. From the sacred Terra all the way to Ionia, the slogan "For the great cause of rejuvenation of the People's Federation" has also become "People live for XX".

Although I couldn't understand what the residents of the shelter were singing, the surrounding aborigines also started singing along.

The singing drove away the cold.

It also blows away the barriers between people.

Even with completely different cultures.

People's yearning for a better life and pursuit of beautiful things are the same.

Heat waves and firelight reflected on their faces, and everyone sitting together did not distinguish between each other and you and me.

The drunk Zhao Shu patted Yu Hu on the shoulder. His face, illuminated by the fire, was as red as a monkey's butt.

"Good brother, am I right? Life here is simply great!"

Yu Hu drank a little too much and burped drunkenly.

"you're right……"

"Next year, next year I will definitely move here!"

On the snow in front of the campfire, a dance ends.

The shy Frostspear clan girl bowed slightly.

But people weren't going to let her go just like that.

"One more!"

"Put on your special someone!"

"Whoa whoa!"

Under the coaxing and instigation of the people, the young girl of the Frostspear tribe plucked up the courage, but instead of choosing the man of her dreams in front of the bonfire, she walked to the dark blue power armor by accident.

"Can I ask you to dance?"

There was a trace of anxiety in his eyes, like an unlucky child who lost a truth or dare.

Chu Guang glanced at her in slight surprise, and then joked in a gentle tone.

"You can't dance in my outfit. Find someone who can keep up with you."

The young girl blushed, turned around and ran away like a frightened animal.

Heya, who was standing nearby with her arms folded and observing, glanced at Chu Guang curiously.

"Why don't you dance?"

A little dissatisfied with the way this guy looked at the animal world, Chu Guang rolled his eyes at her.

"Do you know how much energy it takes to dance in a piece of power armor that weighs a ton?"

It's not impossible to do without turning on the power. It's probably similar to weight-bearing training, but even if 70 to 80 percent of the weight can be transferred to the support structure of the power armor, it still requires a lot of strength to drive such a heavy armor without the help of a motor. .

And it's easy to hurt others.

It was not without reason that Chu Guang chose to stand there as a backdrop.

"But if you do this, you won't be able to enjoy the celebration." Heya reminded.

"You don't understand, this is how I enjoy the celebration."

For a manager, what could be more pleasurable than watching the settlement flourish and the residents live and work in peace and contentment?

This is the highest level of enjoyment.

Heya fell into deep thought.

That expression seemed to recall the past in Vault 117.

At this moment, Yin Fang's teasing suddenly came from behind.

"You broke the girl's heart."

Chu Guang ignored his teasing, but gave him a strange look.

"Why are you back again?"

"I'm just going back to get something."

Yin Fang took out a small robot with four short legs and a square head from behind.

"The college doesn't celebrate the New Year, it only celebrates great discoveries, but you seem to have a custom of celebrating the New Year here... I just happened to have finished it, so I think it's a New Year's gift to you."

Chu Guang's face was full of surprise, and he reached out to take the little robot.

Different from the original one, there is an extra camera on the square head.

Now not only is the laser mapping the nearby terrain, users wearing the neural connection device can also share its view with the help of its camera.

Although it is only a small change, the practicality has more than doubled.

Now this little robot is much more powerful than the original one!

Looking at Chu Guang who was playing with the small robot in his hand with great interest, Yin Fang continued.

"Reptile, that's what I call it, or you have a better name. Compared with the original little robot, it has one more eye, but there aren't many other changes."

"Thank you." Chu Guang expressed his gratitude sincerely.

Yin Fang coughed slightly and said.

"No need to thank me, I got all the materials from you, I just helped you with them."

Having said this, he remembered something important again, so he continued.

"By the way, its power source is a metal hydrogen battery... It seems that you don't have many reserves in the shelter, only forty or fifty. If you have a chance, you can get more. That's a good thing."

Chu Guang made a helpless expression.

"I know this without you having to tell me."

The metal hydrogen batteries produced by the company include a number of Class A technologies and are very popular everywhere.

At present, what Boulder City can produce independently is only solid-state hydrogen batteries. If you want to buy metal hydrogen batteries, you can only hope that caravans from the east coast can bring some.

Chu Guang previously bought dozens of them from the Pioneer and planned to use them to make exoskeletons.

But right now, what his players need most is not exoskeletons, but cheap and easy-to-use equipment, as well as industrial equipment that can produce these equipment, so this matter has been shelved.

Looking at the robot in his hand, Chu Guang suddenly remembered a very serious thing.

"If this thing explodes..."

Yin Fang answered in a relaxed tone.

"It's about the equivalent of 6 kilograms of T. The power should be enough to cover... uh, a football field?"

Chu Guang: "???"

Damn it? !

Without saying a word, Chu Guang stuffed the robot into Yin Fang's hand, and Chu Guang calmly moved half a step to the side.

"You hold it for me first."

Looking at the robot that was returned in his hand, Yin Fang was stunned for a moment, with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"Don't get excited... This thing is not that easy to explode. And 6 kilograms of T, um, T is a theoretical yield. Without detonators and accelerants, there is no way it can really reach that power... This is not a bomb."

There are at least two B-level technologies between metal hydrogen batteries and metal hydrogen cannons. The oxygen in the air is simply not enough to allow the metallic hydrogen to react completely.

And you're afraid of a hammer when you're wearing power armor!

But Chu Guang didn't want to listen to his explanation so much, he just wanted to stay away from this guy.

Um.

There will be one more rule to add in the future.

Robots and exoskeletons powered by metallic hydrogen are prohibited from staying in shelters for extended periods of time.

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Abandoned department store.

More than a thousand beds were crammed into the empty hall.

The New Year's songs can't be heard here, and no one is singing. There is only the fire crackling and the mother coaxing the children to sleep.

This is a temporary shelter for the refugees. They can only stay here temporarily until the cold winter is over.

Thanks to the wood sent by the Blue Jackets, the survivors who temporarily lived here used the wood to repair the damaged walls and French doors and windows, finally making the place airtight.

Some of the remaining wood was chopped into firewood or burned into charcoal, and thrown into the red brick stove together with fire starters.

The blazing flame brought a hard-won light and warmth to the empty hall in winter.

Although the environment here is a little rough, at least it is free from wind, snow and hunger.

Refugees from central and northern Vale Province, survivors of Camp Winterwillow and the Battery Factory, were grateful to the Blue Jackets.

The rebels who fled from the front line, the plunderers of the bone-chewing tribe, and the chaos wreaking havoc everywhere destroyed their homes and burned down their farmland and houses.

If it weren't for the blue coats, they might have either frozen to death on the road or fallen into the frying pan of the marauders.

Of course, all they can represent is themselves.

Not everyone is grateful for the status quo, either.

Of the five survivor settlements in the first batch of relocation plans, only two were actually attacked by predators, while the residents of the other three survivor settlements did not even see the shadow of the predators. Been there, moved here just out of fear.

More than a month has passed since the first snowstorm. Even if no one has died in the cold, some people have suffered frostbite from working in the cold.

The terrible weather is still not around, but the supply of supplies is becoming increasingly tight, and rumors are often heard that food is running out.

As time passed, it was inevitable that some people would start to murmur in their hearts.

Is relocation really necessary?

Those settlements where survivors had not been relocated seemed to be doing well.

"I'm always worried that the house will collapse."

Looking at the stone chips falling from the ceiling, the man wrapped in a ragged quilt couldn't help but say.

In fact, he didn't really think the building would collapse, he just wanted to find something unlucky to vent his dissatisfaction with his bad life.

However, these words affected the people around him to some extent.

Looking at the tattered ceiling, many people had worried expressions on their faces, exchanging scared looks and whispering in low voices.

"How long do we have to stay here..."

"Those blue coats say it's spring."

"Why don't you let us live in the Changjiang Farm? This is different from what we promised at the beginning."

"They said there weren't enough rooms..."

"Oh, it's not like we can't build our own houses. I think they just want to keep the trouble away."

They are mostly residents of the Scavengers Home and the Mount Hope Co-op.

Compared to Dongliu Camp, Battery Factory and Highway Town, these two survivor settlements are located a little further south, and one is hidden on the edge of the city, and the other is hidden in the mountains and forests.

Now some people are beginning to think that those predators may not be able to find their home so easily.

After all, their eyes are not in the sky, and not all survivor settlements will be robbed...

Ma Zhanqiu, the village chief of Dongliu Camp, saw that the dissatisfaction was spreading. In order to avoid affecting his own people, he immediately came out to comfort everyone.

"Don't say such things. It has not collapsed for more than two hundred years. How could it collapse just now?"

At this time, a discordant voice suddenly came from the side.

"That's hard to say."

"The snow is so heavy this year, what if the building is blown down?"

The person who spoke was Ding Tian from the Scavengers' Home, and he was also one of the more influential rag pickers there. Ma Zhanqiu recognized this person.

Seeing him frown, Ma Zhanqiu said in a deep voice.

"What do you want to say?"

The man wrapped in a fur coat curled his lips.

"What do I want to say? I also want to ask, what are we doing? To fight against those predators from the north?"

"Or to work as laborers for those blue coats?"

Ma Zhanqiu was stunned.

Before the old man came back to his senses, someone next to him answered.

"Maybe the Bonechewers won't come at all."

"That's right, aren't there still eight survivors who have not been relocated? I think they are doing well in their own homes..."

Although there is food for everyone here, staying here is not free.

They need to go to work in a factory, and then receive a few coins that have no idea what they are used for, and they can't buy what they need at all.

Even though the blue coats promised that the money would be useful next spring, in their eyes it was no different than painting a cake.

If those blue jackets were really going to pay them, why not use chips?

If it doesn't work, East Coast toilet paper will do, at least someone might want it.

Complaints are in the air.

This is not a day or two.

Out of fear of the Bone-Chewing Tribe, they accepted the Blue Jackets' placement and moved here as arranged.

But it’s been a month.

Many people did not see the looters.

Except for the intensifying blizzard, I don't know when it will be a miserable day, nothing happened.

Some people even maliciously speculated whether the so-called bone-chewing tribe's invasion of Qingquan City was a lie from the beginning.

The sleeping child was woken up and cried, and the mother coaxed her in a panic, not daring to say anything to the noisy people.

Seeing the increasingly agitated people, some survivors who had seen it with their own eyes and even had wounds on their bodies wanted to refute, but they did not dare to say anything.

Just then, someone stood up.

"My eldest brother is dead."

Maybe I heard the word death.

The noisy sound stopped.

Facing the eyes of the pair of people looking over, Ma Li was silent for a while, then slowly continued.

"The marauders opened his stomach with bayonets because he refused to surrender."

Ma Zhanqiu sighed softly and closed his eyes in pain.

That's his child.

It was also the thing he least wanted to remember.

Ma Ma paused and continued.

"I found out later, and I never even saw his body until the end."

"I have indeed never seen the predators of the Bone Chewing Tribe with my own eyes. I have only heard a few rumors about their brutality."

"But if you're going to say that's a lie, then tell me, where is my big brother? Where are the people who didn't make it here?"

"It is not only naive but also ridiculous to expect that they will not come again. It is not even self-deceiving."

"The residents of the shelter, they could have stayed out of it and just closed the door. Let alone the people of the Bone Chewing Tribe. Even if the legion drove the tanks over their heads, they could sit back and relax until those people came out and died."

No one can open the shelter from the outside until it is actively opened.

In the wasteland, this is common knowledge.

Seeing that the number of people who supported him was instantly reduced by half, Ding Tian had to bite the bullet and was about to say something, when a mother holding her child also stood up.

"I've seen it too."

She sat next to the group at the battery factory.

Her voice trembled like an angry lioness, her eyes fixed on the man.

"We had already retreated to the warehouse. The looters surrounding us rushed up one after another. In order to protect us... they died in front of us."

The hall was silent.

Even the noisiest person couldn't help but silence when he was looked at by pairs of eyes.

People recalled the horror of that day.

I also recalled those heroes.

Ding Tian's Adam's apple moved, and a trace of embarrassment and anger flashed across his face.

He knew he was in the wrong.

But that doesn't mean he enjoys being taught.

Especially someone who looked much weaker than him.

Looking at the two groups of people in the stalemate, Ye Xiao shook his head with his arms folded. He was about to step forward to say something, but was stopped by Hook standing next to him.

"What are you going to do?" the lame old man stared at him and said.

Night Owl said bluntly.

"Someone needs to persuade them. I'm worried that they will turn into a physical conflict soon."

This is a wasteland.

No amount of words can be as effective as fists.

Ye Nan, who was standing aside, shook his head slightly when he heard his son's words.

"This is not our business."

"But……"

"Go and notify the guards and let them handle it."

At this moment, the main entrance to the lobby on the first floor of the department store suddenly opened.

The whistling north wind brought in a few snow leaves.

Two guards wearing black coats and carrying rifles came in carrying an iron frame. There is some carbon in the iron shelf.

Behind them were several residents of the shelter.

They can recognize his energetic temperament even without wearing a blue coat.

"Happy New Year!"

"New Year's gift! Keep everyone waiting!"

The cat's ears shook happily, but in the end, the hat was taken off. The sesame seeds made a squishy sound, and he rashly bent down to pick them up.

Tai Tai, who was standing at the door, turned his head and glanced at Si Si next to him.

"Tail thought it was some kind of mission, but it turned out to be some errands."

The promised hidden mission!

She even brought her equipment!

"E...Rather than being forced to go offline because of a bad stomach, Sisi thinks it would be better for Awei to get some cold air."

Everyone in the hall was stunned.

Including the two groups of people in the confrontation, they were also stunned.

They had no idea what the blue coats were saying.

Fortunately, at this moment, the guard who put down the barbecue rack came to the rescue in time and stepped forward to speak in Renlian dialect.

"Today is the last day of 211 years!"

"The manager asked me to give you a New Year's gift. Thank you for your cooperation. We have survived the most difficult days."

Everyone in the shelter whispered.

"new Year's gift?"

"what is that?"

This time they understood, but there was still confusion written on their faces.

The young guard didn't explain, and politely signaled to the "player" wearing a chef's hat next to him that he could start.

After lighting the charcoal fire, scrambled eggs with tomatoes were brushed with a layer of oil on the iron rack, and then the palm-sized crab cakes were placed on the iron rack.

"Everyone line up and come one by one."

"There are enough things."

"Everyone has a share!"

The guards maintained order at the scene and guided everyone to form a long queue.

The smell of oil is sizzling, and the smell of meat fills the hall. The soft and fragrant crab cakes have an indescribable taste of happiness.

There is still meat to eat!

All the rumors about food shortages were disproven.

Almost everyone's eyes were filled with desire.

Looking at the meat pie in his hand, Ding Tian couldn't help but feel a hint of shame in his eyes. Those who had previously followed him in making noises all remained silent and lowered their heads to eat the pie.

Standing at the door and looking hungry, Tail couldn't help but swallowed and stared straight at the barbecue rack.

"Do you want a share of Tails too?"

Sisi tugged on her clothes.

"It's time to go, everyone at Changjiu Farm is still waiting. If you want to eat, I'll order you some takeaway when I'm offline soon."

"I want the tail to be beef flavored!"

Alas!

This person - no, this tail!

Si Si looked at her in surprise.

"I'm just being polite."

Tails: “Chicken flavor is also okay!”

Sisi: "..."

outside the door.

On the back of the truck.

A big mouse wearing a coat was rubbing his hands in the cold wind.

Next to him were the supplies that were about to be sent to the long-term farm.

Worried that his appearance would frighten the residents of the shelter, he was left to watch the supplies on the truck to prevent aliens from coming and stealing them.

Before those people left, they repeatedly warned him not to eat the mission props.

These people really are!

I'm not a real mouse!

Where has the trust between people gone!

but……

It smells so good.

Is it gnocchi?

Feeling the impulse of biological instinct, he decided not to look there or think about it, and instead looked at the street beside him.

The street is quiet.

The white snow under the moonlight is peaceful.

Not even the shadow of the alien species can be seen here. If it weren't for the damaged buildings and walls, it would be impossible to think that this is a wasteland.

Sure enough, it was not the right time to enter the server by myself?

I heard that in the previous versions, there were daily fights. If the front fell, the back would follow. The professional players who fought were all cheating, and the resurrection coins were almost exhausted.

If only I had come in earlier.

Looking at the quiet street, the big mouse sighed softly and spoke human words.

"It's so peaceful."

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(Next chapter around eleven o’clock!)