This Game Is Too Realistic

New industrial area.

Goblin Technology's Workshop.

In a factory where various parts are stacked, a rather punk-looking three-wheeled motorcycle is parked.

Different from ordinary motorcycles, this thing not only has tires that are half a person's height, but the engine that drives the tires is also ridiculously large. Since the height of the engine exceeded the seat cushion, it had to be mounted on the side of the motorcycle and carried on an extra wheel. From a distance, it looked like a three-wheeler with a bulge in the front and a tilt in the back.

The shape of the engine is also quite unique. It is shaped like a sweet potato stove with a round feed port on the top. It can easily be used as an outdoor trash can when placed alone on the roadside.

But in fact, the overly wide feed opening was deliberately designed to make it easier for the driver to add firewood inside.

Walking next to the manager, Mosquito introduced his new invention to him with excitement.

"This is our engine modeled after the Legion's standard light truck. It is a diesel engine specially designed for the terrain near Qingquan City!"

"After some simple improvements, it is now more adaptable to bumpy environments than before. Even if it is jumping up and down in a mud pit, it can ensure that the engine will not stall unexpectedly. Our soldiers no longer have to hold the butt of their rifles to resist it. There’s wood in the feed port!”

"And this motorcycle is also a masterpiece of our goblin technology. I call it - 'Breath of Death'!"

"How's it going? Doesn't it look cool?"

In a way, it's really cool.

However, Chu Guang felt that the name was somewhat unlucky, as if the person sitting on it was destined to never return.

But aside from these things, this thing is still quite interesting. The principle of the engine is probably similar to that of the camel machine.

The trash can-shaped feed port is connected to the iron bucket-like device and pipes. After the wood is fed into the feed port, it is dried during the slow settling process, and then cracked by the internal heat. It is incompletely burned in the limited oxygen. The carbon on the surface reacts with water and oxygen to generate hydrogen and methane. , the mixed gas of carbon monoxide is finally introduced into the engine after passing through the metal condenser tube.

The principles after this are almost the same as other natural gas engines, including piston and cylinder structures, etc.

Three kilograms of wood are equivalent to one liter of gasoline, which is enough for this motorcycle to run 20 kilometers, which is equivalent to consuming 15 kilograms of wood per 100 kilometers. It is not only easy to use but also cheap.

After all, the most indispensable thing in this wasteland is wood.

In fact, this thing is not a recent invention of Mosquito. After all, he had vaporized firewood in his carpentry cabin a long time ago.

The Molotov cocktails used by players early on, as well as the flamethrower he himself used, were all made from the by-products of vaporizing firewood.

After carefully examining this unique motorcycle for a while, Chu Guang looked at Mosquito and continued to ask.

“What’s the fastest speed this motorcycle can go?”

Mosquito said in a positive tone.

"100 yards is no problem! But I don't recommend driving that fast. With the road conditions outside, I'm afraid a bump can make it fly."

Chu Guang nodded, expressing understanding.

Although he has never ridden a motorcycle, he has ridden a battery scooter, and he can picture that scene with a little imagination.

"good."

"There's still a lot of room for improvement, but it's good to be able to do this."

"With this thing, our mobility on the battlefield will be greatly improved. Thank you for your contribution to the revival of the People's Federation."

Unexpectedly, his invention was praised so highly by the faction leader, and Mosquito's face suddenly showed a flattered expression.

He said in an excited tone while restraining his excitement.

"It's my honor to share your worries!"

Order!

silver!

The most important thing is that my invention has been recognized!

Mosquito couldn't help but burst into tears with excitement when he thought that his proud work could be put on NPC stores and picked up by players across the server.

Who else dares to say that his invention is useless?

Who else dares to say that his creation is superfluous?

Um?

Just ask who else!

Chu Guang glanced at the suddenly agitated mosquito strangely, but said nothing and continued to ask about production matters.

"Is it troublesome to make this kind of engine? And that... uh, 'Death Breath' motorcycle, how much can be produced in a month?"

Mosquito said with a smile.

"No trouble! As long as the material supply is sufficient and the orders from the steel factory can be arranged, there is no problem in assembling one unit in three days! If it's faster, it can be done in two days!"

Three days.

A little slower.

I'm afraid I'll have to miss this current battle.

But Chu Guang also knew that there was nothing that could be done about it.

If you want to engage in large-scale production, you need to consume a lot of manpower and physics. At present, 80% of the manpower and material resources in the new industrial zone are concentrated on the production of weapons, equipment and ammunition. No matter how much mobilization is done, it is impossible to conjure something out of thin air.

As for vehicles, they can only be placed on the second priority for the time being.

However, what makes Chu Guang happy is that Mosquito seems to have come to his senses recently, and has finally begun to consider abandoning the production model of small workshops, adapting to the needs of the "version", hiring other players and aborigines, and following the example of Factory No. 81 to become bigger and stronger.

This is definitely a good start.

…

An order was issued to Goblin Technology via v.

After Chu Guang left Goblin Technology, he visited the No. 81 Steel Plant and then returned to the outpost.

However, not long after he returned to the base, he saw Wrench walking towards him with a serious expression.

"Sir! News came from your patrol team deployed in the northeast. They witnessed a large number of predators in the area from the Zhongzhou Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base to the Dongliu Camp."

"They should be from the southern suburbs of Tianshui City!"

Is it finally here?

For some reason, after hearing the news, Chu Guang felt relieved instead of feeling nervous at all.

It was better for Black Snake to launch the attack at this time than to wait until a month later, and he and Vanus had already expected that they would attack in advance.

It seems the marauders wanted to spend the winter in their cells.

Very good.

Chu Guang looked at the wrench and ordered calmly.

"Mobilize all soldiers."

"Deploy according to the plan made the night before yesterday!"

Wrench looked solemn and took the order.

"Yes! Sir."

…

Northeast of Qingquan City.

A convoy of twenty light trucks, eight armored pickup trucks, and one tank was currently twisting and turning in the white snow, slowly crawling forward.

In addition to the vehicles, there were hundreds of marauders on both sides of the convoy, as well as nearly a thousand shackled slaves.

Since they had brought all their belongings with them, they marched very slowly.

From time to time, a truck would get stuck in the snow due to poor road conditions, or get stuck on the terrain, and slaves would have to lift the truck.

So much so that the predators walking nearby had to slow down and wait for these bulky big guys.

Sitting in the back seat of an armored pickup truck, Black Snake looked a little impatient and couldn't help but ask the driver.

"How long until we get there."

The driver, who was holding the steering wheel, replied nervously.

"We should be able to arrive before dark, sir."

Before dark...

Looks like we have to spend the night in the snow tonight.

Knowing that urging was useless, Black Snake cursed in his heart and continued to wait patiently.

The night before yesterday, the scouts he sent to the south discovered that fierce fighting broke out in the direction of the long-term farm, during which they also saw a signal bomb rising into the night sky.

Although he did not see the specific battle situation clearly, his scouts reported that there were at least 300 or more people exchanging fire there when they heard the sound of gunfire.

Two or three Centuries.

It seemed that his old friend Shiya had seen what he was thinking, and this time he was determined to get ahead of them and push the troops 20 kilometers south before the snow melted, directly occupying a large area of ​​land in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

Black Snake knew that he had to take action.

If we continue to wait until spring, we may not even be able to drink any soup.

Sitting next to Black Snake, Vaders spoke carefully.

"It's not a good idea to march in heavy snow. Our armored units have no way to take advantage of their maneuverability in half-meter-thick snowdrifts."

Whether it's an armored pickup truck, a tank, or two 100-mm howitzers towed by a truck.

These heavy equipment can get stuck in the snow if you are not careful, and if they break down in an inopportune place, they may become a living target.

However, Black Snake didn't care, or didn't take this warning to heart at all.

Judging from the strength shown by the survivors in the northern suburbs in the first two battles, they could only survive at the level of two Centuries.

There were four of those things next to him, and six more had already set off to explore the way in front of the large army.

Unable to take advantage of mobility?

joke.

Does he need that?

In the face of absolute power, he only needs to point the muzzle into their faces, and they will naturally surrender without any armor.

"The snowstorm has stopped, and the most difficult time has passed. Our infantry will clear the obstacles in the front, and our armored troops and supply baggage will follow. If the situation is optimistic, we will be able to live in their house and sleep with them tomorrow night The quilt."

Vaders asked.

"What if things don't look good?"

"Then the day after tomorrow," Black Snake patted Vaders on the shoulder, with a happy expression on his face, "Don't worry, my friend, I know you like careful plans, but sometimes the ability to adapt to changes is also very important. important."

Vaders shook his head and said.

"This is not fighting, this is gambling."

"Gambling? I don't hate that word."

Black Snake continued with a smile.

"I know what you are worried about. If our frontline troops are attacked, our tanks won't be able to rush forward, right?"

Vaders: "..."

Before the staff officer could speak, Black continued to answer his own questions.

"This worry is completely unnecessary. We are not the only ones who encounter heavy snow. They are also the same. No matter how long my front is, it is still within the range of artillery fire. Without vehicles, they will be like ants stuck in the snow. Like a grasshopper, he was pinned to the ground by our artillery!"

"What if they choose to attack our rear?" Vaders couldn't help but said, "If I were them, I would never charge in from the front stupidly."

A trace of displeasure appeared on Black Snake's face.

Although this consultant can occasionally provide some very constructive suggestions, sometimes his words are really unpleasant.

Especially since he didn't think it was a good idea to attack his own rear.

"Do you think I didn't consider this situation? Otherwise, why would I leave four Centuries behind? Even if they took ten thousand steps back, they miraculously bypassed the troops in front of us and appeared in our rear. This Four Centuries would be enough to swamp them.”

Besides, this is impossible.

This cold winter is equal to everyone.

It is impossible for people to fall from the sky.

If they wanted to bypass the six Centuries who were searching and advancing, they could only go around from the east, and they had to make a large circle.

It is conservatively estimated that their marching route will be extended to thirty kilometers, and during this period they will pass through large areas of snow, as well as scattered forests and ruins.

By the time they put in the effort to get around to the rear, maybe their armored units have already entered the urban area of ​​Qingquan City!

And even if they take ten thousand steps back, it doesn't matter if they really get to the back.

Even if the tank gets stuck in the snow, its tracks will be stuck at most, but its turret will not be affected.

With the cooperation of the four centurions, the dense bullets and artillery shells will swat those damn bugs to death on the snow like flies!

He has been waiting for this day for more than a month!

After listening to Black Snake's words, Vaders chose to remain silent because he really didn't know what to say.

Not sending everyone to the front only shows that he is not stupid, but it does not mean that it is a smart enough decision.

If this guy is allowed to be the commander of the expeditionary force, I'm afraid they won't be able to last even a week, and they will be able to wipe out the million-strong army in three days.

Vaders sighed silently in his heart, and now he could only pray that the other side was also a group of amateurs.

But I don't know why.

Whenever he thought like this, he felt uneasy in his heart.

This was the intuition he had developed while fighting the people in the Great Rift Valley on the northern front, and this intuition had helped him avoid danger countless times.

Will it really go so smoothly?

…

At this moment, no one, whether it was Vaders, Black Snake, or the patrol team following the convoy, noticed a pair of eyes staring at them intently on the snowy slope 3 kilometers away to the east.

The front of the telescope was covered with gauze. Lying in the snow, Ye Shi restrained his excitement, stretched out his frozen index finger, and pressed it on the uniquely shaped headphones.

"Attention, team leaders! The target has passed marked area a and is moving towards area c on the map... They should want to go to the inter-provincial highway."

"You're definitely not going to let this big fish pass, right?"

In the sleeping bag not far away, Guangfeng was sleeping and lying offline. After a while, he had to go offline to call Guangfeng up.

They have been on duty here for two days.

In these two days and nights, they never returned to the base once.

Ye Shi himself didn’t know how he persisted!

The voices of each squad leader came from the communication channel.

Mole on the run in the canyon: "Gan! You can't come from here!"

Midnight killing chicken: "Here comes the work, brothers!"

In the snowfield 5 kilometers away from the target, Commander Quanshui, who was standing next to the truck, returned to the passenger seat and pushed the battlefield atmosphere group sitting in the driver's seat.

"Drive, let's go to Area C. Don't hit anyone when you see them, and stop the car before starting a fight."

"Here you come? Damn it, this mission took so long... I almost got offline." The warrior shook his head and started the engine.

Commander Quanshui ignored him and pressed his index finger on the earphones.

"The deployment is being transferred, target area C... call the fringe team, those people are heading straight in your direction. I'm afraid you will take the lead this time."

Next to the inter-provincial highway 4 kilometers away from the target.

A group of players wearing white camouflage were crawling in the snow. Behind them was a forest and in front of them was a gentle slope.

This is the closest road to the interprovincial highway.

Edge of Water stretched out his hand and pressed on the earphones, then answered calmly.

"receive."

After ending the communication, he looked at his comrades behind him who were eager to try, took a deep breath slowly, and said with a serious expression.

"Brothers, the enemy is advancing in a straight line towards us, with only the last 4 kilometers left."

"This will be the center of the battlefield."

After saying that, he looked at the boy and Brick at the construction site.

"...Brother Brick, just aim at the track of the tank and hit it. Regardless of whether you hit it or not, change positions immediately after firing the shot. If the track breaks, leave it alone and leave it to Big Eye."

There was a "lance" nearly two meters long in front of him, the boy at the construction site said excitedly.

"Leave it to me!"

"+1," Liability Big Eyes took out the small robot from his backpack. After confirming that the explosives were tied up, he chuckled and continued, "By the way, will the market open this time? I bet--"

"Get out of here!"

"You idiot! You're the only one who talks a lot. Hurry up and put the robot in front!"

Seeing the public outrage, Debt Big Eyes coughed dryly.

"I was just kidding."

It's going to be a tough fight.

The enemies they will face will be several times more than last time.

However, no one is afraid.

As he paddled along the edge of the water, he could feel that the twinkling lights in the pupils beside him were filled with excitement and the courage to face death.

They will stop all the robbers here.

Want to go there?

Then come and give it a try!

Bing glanced at the V on his arm.

A line of light blue text appeared on the screen.

[Mission: Operation codename "Spring Thunder\