This Game Is Too Realistic

I think this is our last chance.

If we cannot keep it in the River Valley Province and wait until the airship returns to port to complete supplies and rendezvous with local ground forces, we will face a crisis several times greater than the current situation.

Vault 79, administrator's office.

In addition to Chu Guang, there are more than a dozen people standing here.

A few days ago, when Chu Guang set off from Qingquan City to Ruigu City, he issued an order to move the headquarters to the front line.

In addition to Vanus and other staff members, all officers of the First Corps, including Wrench, were also transferred here.

At this moment, Chu Guang was holding a handwritten battle plan in his hand. He finished reading the preface and then looked at the general catalog.

The entire plan has a total of twenty-four pages. It was written by Commander Quan Shui, the commander of the Storm Corps. The objective evaluation is that the writing is quite good. Both the macro and the details are planned in detail.

The plan divided the campaign into three phases, including air warfare, ground warfare and the final landing battle.

Including what goals need to be achieved at each stage, how many personnel and weapons need to be invested, what to do if the progress goes well, what to do if the progress does not go well, etc., there are detailed descriptions in the combat plan of each stage.

This plan was certainly not completed in one day.

Chu Guang had noticed a long time ago that the player named Commander Quanshui had been observing the airship from the moment the Storm Troopers arrived in Ruigu City, or from the moment the 400-meter main gun opened fire.

Including its observation distance, firepower accuracy, firepower interval time, muzzle turning speed, detection efficiency at different distances, etc.

These combat parameters are now listed as arguments in this combat plan, and the action plans at each stage of the plan are designed based on the weaknesses reflected in these data.

But even though the plan was so detailed, the player named Commander Quanshui still mentioned it at the end of the plan

There is a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves. Our chance of winning is less than 20%, and it is difficult to use the same method twice. We only have one chance!

Since victory or defeat depends on this one move, there is no need to conserve strength.

It is recommended to carry out general mobilization!

After flipping the plan to the end, Chu Guang handed it to Vanus who was standing aside.

"What do you think?"

Vanus took the plan and flipped through it. It took him a little longer than Chu Guang to read it until the end. He thought for a moment and gave an objective evaluation.

"It's well written, but it's still a bit modest. In my opinion, there should be a 30% chance of winning."

As a commander of the Clone Corps, he had never been on an airship, and the detailed combat parameters of the airship were kept secret from the outside world.

He could only analyze several public battle reports in the past. These data tested through actual combat should be more than 70% accurate.

The only advantage of the new alliance is probably intelligence.

After the Bone Chewing Tribe fled, the Legion's intelligence network in the southern part of the River Valley Province was completely blank.

The Bugla Free State in the north may have the legion's spies, but it is too far away from here. The trade route between the new alliance and the north has just begun, and because it is growing so fast, a lot of information can be transmitted through the Bugla Free State. The legion also had outdated information from a few months ago.

Wrench standing aside asked with a frown.

"Only 30%?"

Vanus nodded and spoke strictly.

"Well, in my impression, most of the battles that the Heart of Steel participated in were asymmetric warfare, or as we call it, suppression warfare. Considering this situation, they may not have combat experience in electronic warfare, but they may just have no experience. "

"With all due respect, it's a big gamble."

Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.

"I bet the other party has never seen this kind of play, right?"

Vanus nodded.

"Yes, this is a crazy plan. I don't recommend you to adopt it. But I have to admire your Corps Commander for being able to study all the parameters of the Heart of Steel so thoroughly in one month."

Chu Guangdan smiled.

Of course, ability is one aspect, but the key is that the information sharing ability based on "morphological field" technology is too powerful.

Every player or cloud player active on the forum, no matter what professional talents or bosses they are, can put forward their own analysis conclusions based on the intelligence collected in the game, and the players in the game will verify which conclusion is more reliable. .

Although many of the alliance's weapons are at the level of World War II and the Cold War, the information technology may still be beyond the era of the People's Federation.

After all, the "morphological field" that cannot be shielded or interfered by existing technology seems to have been researched by the first generation managers of Vault 404 after entering the Wasteland Era.

There is also verification of information.

Those are all the players of the Storm Corps who sacrificed their lives for it.

Taking the plan from Vanus, Chu Guang stared at it and thought about it for about five minutes before suddenly speaking.

"I intend to adopt this proposal."

Hearing this, Vanus showed a hint of surprise on his face. He looked at Chu Guang, who had already considered it carefully, and asked seriously.

"Are you sure?"

Chu Guang nodded.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Vanus couldn't help but continue.

“I don’t want to throw cold water on it, but it will take a huge amount of manpower to implement this plan!”

"Even if there are not 10,000 people on the airship, it is still a team of 10,000 people. If we want to implement this combat plan within a week, the most conservative consideration is that we need to mobilize at least 7,000 people within three days. people."

"Is three days too late?"

This is not his concern alone.

Several other staff officers also had worried expressions on their faces.

This is not a sign of cowardice, but simply out of strategic considerations. It would be too hasty to set the decisive battle within a week.

After all, war is not a game of chess. You can win or lose by moving the chess piece A up.

This kind of major battle requires at least one month of preparation to ensure coordination among the various forces and all plans can be carried out in an orderly manner.

Their original decisive battle with the Bone Chewing Tribe had been prepared for a month and a half.

Chu Guangdan smiled and answered without hesitation.

"There's enough time. Three days is enough. Mobilization is not a problem for us!"

He believes in his players.

Not because of the power given to him by the shelter, but because this is not his game alone.

The alliance is not an alliance of one person, but belongs to all the people who have shed blood and sweat for this land. When the alliance faces a threat of life and death, whether it is a farmer, a fisherman, or a player doing business, everyone will Stand up without hesitation.

Not just for profit.

It is also to protect "our world".

There is no need to mobilize for a week.

One minute is enough.

"In addition to mobilization, I plan to send in some mercenaries while sending regular troops. Conservative estimates suggest that the number of participants in the battle can reach 10,000!"

After closing the battle plan in his hand, Chu Guang placed it on the desk beside him and looked at the officers standing in the office.

Looking at those eyes filled with fighting spirit, he paused and continued.

"How long should the trenches be dug? Where should the machine guns be placed? I am not that professional in these tactical details, but there is a sentence in this plan that I very much agree with."

"If we don't keep it here, we're going to be in bigger trouble later."

"It has to stay here."

"You must stay!"

Not to mention the 30% chance of winning.

Even if there is only 1 chance of winning.

He will also give it a try!

After the combat meeting, Chu Guang used a disposable temporary communication device to send the next stage of work arrangements to Xiao Qi who was far away in the shelter.

This less than 10b of information, including the content updated on the official website today, also contains relevant details of the general mobilization and specific plans for recruiting mercenaries.

The second half of the content is mainly for NPC. Xiaoqi will translate Chinese into Renlianyu for him, and accurately convey the order to specific departments and individuals.

In fact, even without his mobilization, players have stopped their ongoing work one after another and gathered in the direction of Ruigu City for the new expansion pack.

On the other side, it is daytime in the real world.

Commander Quan Shui opened a chat thread in the corps communication section of the forum. While attaching the battle plan, he also called the corps commanders of each corps.

Looking at the IDs of the elders in the post, Commander Quanshui was still a little cautious when typing to modify the wording.

Or nervous.

After all, commanding ability and organizational ability are two concepts.

The former is about strategy and tactics, while the latter is more about human nature.

He is probably the one who got the sealing test qualification together with me. Compared with those T0 and T1 players who got the sealing test qualification very early and have limited medals on their chests, his qualifications are still a little bit junior.

In practical terms, the regiment commander commands the division commander.

If it were another girl, it would take a lot of words just to coax these big brothers into obedience.

Fortunately, the server atmosphere of Wasteland OL has always been good.

Thanks to the fact that Gou Planner is a good person and does not deliberately encourage players to fight and compare with each other for the sake of KPI, everyone can get a good gaming experience in Wasteland OL whether they are serious or not. Most of the T0, T1, and T2 players are friends, not The kind of guild ecological big brother, princess and licking dog that some girls have.

The guide is well written, no matter if you are a newbie or an experienced player, or even a cloud player, everyone will give it a polite thumbs up before picking it up.

Lao Bai: "I think the battle plan you wrote is good, but it would be better if you were more confident. Bare your teeth."

Ye Shi: "That's right, with a 20% success rate, I clearly have the advantage! Funny."

Fang Chang: "Professional matters must be done professionally, it's up to you, brother. Smile"

Gale: "1"

Commander Quan Shui: "Ahem, thank you, bosses. This is actually my first time to command such a large-scale team battle."

Mole on the run in the canyon: "Hahaha, don't worry, Rommel was still a lieutenant in the first battle! When this battle is over, you will be able to be a division commander. Funny."

Edge of water: "The Death Corps is following! Just leave the most dangerous place to us!"

Midnight killing chicken: "The Jungle Corps also followed! Proud"

There are really mosquitoes in WC: "The ace pilot applied to fight! Dog head"

Looking at the line of replies on the screen, Commander Quanshui was moved, took a deep breath, and poked the screen with his finger to type a reply.

"Thank you! Thank you everyone for your support!"

"The decisive battle will begin within a week. I will assign the most appropriate tasks to you based on the equipment configuration of each corps and the combat environment you are good at. I hope you can trust me and listen to my command during the team battle. I promise not to I betray your trust!"

Lao Bai: "No need to be polite. We are all good brothers in the alliance. Just tell us where we need to go and leave the rest to us! Bare teeth."

Edge stroke: "Rush!!!"

The next morning.

The tranquility outside Boulder City was disturbed by clear and earnest shouts.

"New issue! New issue!"

"The battle situation on the frontline is at a stalemate. The alliance has launched a general mobilization. We are now recruiting mercenaries to join the war. The rewards are generous and it is a rare opportunity!"

Newsboys walking around the streets shouted while delivering newspapers to newsstands, pubs and grocery stores, or stuffing them into mailboxes at the door of customers' homes.

At the entrance of the tavern that had not yet opened, a large group of people gathered around a newspaper that had just been released, chatting and discussing. It was very lively.

"The coalition recruits mercenaries, and they will be given 50 chips or 100 silver coins a day!"

"Hey, half a month's wages!"

A man with engine oil on his clothes took a breath. Judging from his clothes, he should be a worker in a nearby machinery factory.

Hearing such a generous reward, many people had excited expressions on their faces, and the mercenaries standing aside couldn't help but say.

"Do the country bumpkins from the northern suburbs always have so much money?"

The colleague next to him heard it and answered.

"I heard that Boulder City Bank lent them a lot, and the chips are all stored in the bank, so there is no need to worry about not being able to pay them back."

After all, the borrowed money was money well spent. The new alliance paid almost twice what Boulder City paid for the Tide.

Moreover, 100 silver coins a day is only the base price given to a single mercenary. If a well-trained mercenary group signs up, the price given may be higher.

Hearing what his colleague said, the mercenary was immediately moved, and immediately looked at the man sitting at the door of the tavern and asked.

"How to sign up?"

The boy gave him a hunch and repeated impatiently.

"Isn't it written in the newspaper? Just take the newspaper and report it to the mercenary recruitment point south of Dawn City. They will give you clothes and guns."

"Give me one!"

Without any hesitation, the mercenary immediately took out his wallet, threw a chip into the boy's hand, picked up a newspaper from the stall and stuffed it into his arms.

There are many people like him.

That day, more than 3,000 mercenaries took newspapers and set off out of the city towards the northern suburbs.

Although bullets don't have eyes, they are not necessarily any more dangerous than aliens. For these mercenaries who lick blood with their blades, they are selling their lives to whomever they work for. Of course, they will go to whoever offers the highest price.

In addition to those ruthless people who really dared to attack, the streets and alleys of Boulder City were also discussing the battle situation on the front line.

All signs indicate that the stalemate will soon end, and a decisive battle is brewing in Ruigu City, 150 kilometers away.

While the residents of Boulder City were discussing the news in the newspaper, the office of Survivor Daily was also busy.

The editors who were busy sorting out information and typesetting wanted to bury their heads in piles of paper.

except one person

That person is Hal, the newspaper's president.

Different from previous days.

He was sitting by the window with a cigarette in his mouth and a worried look on his face. There were cigarette butts scattered on the ground next to the stool, and his eyes lost light.

Although the newspaper's sales were booming, he was not happy at all at this moment.

Just a few days ago, his eldest brother Kaliman came to Boulder City. When he came here to visit him, he also brought news about Luoxia Province.

With the support of the Legion, the Eagle Kingdom provoked an all-out war against the desert kings. The boiling flames of war have reached Oasis No. 9 where the Lion Kingdom is located.

And this was news last month.

Such a big thing happened at home, and Hal was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot these days. He wanted to send a reporter to Luoxia Province to have a look, but no one took up the task.

Entering the desert is a risky act, let alone a war going on there. No matter how high the salary is, it will cost you your life.

Just when he was so worried that he didn't know what to do, the savior suddenly appeared.

"I'm going to the front line. The Alliance should be heading into the desert. When we get to Oasis No. 9, I'll take a look at the situation at home for you."

After opening the door and entering the newspaper office, Fang Chang didn't say any pleasantries. He looked at Hal sitting by the window and got straight to the point.

He carried a half-man-high backpack on his back, and hung a self-defense LD47 assault rifle next to him. He even packed his equipment and luggage.

Hal was stunned when he heard this. He didn't stand up from the stool until the cigarette butt in his mouth fell on his pants.

He walked quickly to Fang Chang and held his hand excitedly.

"Thank you! Sorry, I don't know what to say other than thank you!"

Looking at Hal who looked grateful, Fang Chang joked.

"You're welcome, but it's not easy to be a war reporter. Remember to give me double the reward."

Hal said excitedly.

"Three times! I'll give you my salary too!"

Fang Chang coughed lightly.

"That's not necessary"

He just made a joke.

The bionic parts that have been on the market for so long have opened up the market in Boulder City for the Alliance. He really doesn't lack that little money.

Hal was about to say something moved, but at this moment, a surprised voice suddenly came from the side.

"Wait, what do you mean? You're going to the front line?!"

Fang Chang looked in the direction of the voice and saw a pair of eyes widened in surprise staring directly at him under short emerald green hair.

Noticing the expression on Dolly's face, Hal coughed slightly and tried to say a few words for Fang Chang.

"People are eager to know the truth, and some warriors must stand up and go to places where most people are not willing to go."

"Stop saying those hypocritical words. You are just worried about the situation at home and don't dare to go back by yourself, so you want to throw the trouble to others, right?"

Dolly stared at him and said to the point.

"This is called pretending to be public for personal gain!"

It was quiet in the newspaper office,

Even the sound of turning paper fell silent.

Feeling the eyes of the people around him, Hal looked embarrassed and said defensively.

"I am naturally part of the people. I admit what you said. I really don't dare to go back, and I don't have the ability. But if you say this is for public benefit, I don't agree. The residents of Boulder City will be interested in what happens in Luoxia Province. Yes, they have paid more and more attention to what is happening outside recently, and I am also considering this from the standpoint of the newspaper."

Dolly did not listen to his excuses, but looked at Fang Chang, staring straight at him.

"Are you going to the front lines?"

Fang Chang nodded.

"Um."

There was obvious reluctance and worry in those beautiful eyes.

She lowered her chin, her voice carrying a hint of imperceptible pleading.

"Can you not go?"

Hearing this, Fang Chang smiled and reached out to rub her little head.

"If I don't go, this is the front line."

If people from the Legion come to kill them, there will be no way to distinguish who is from Dawn City, who is from Boulder City, and who belongs to the Alliance.

They would take what they could, burn what they couldn't take, and use the dispossessed as slaves

Just like what they did at Camp Fallen Leaf.

Feeling the warmth passing through her hair, Dolly's cheeks felt slightly hot, but she did not avoid it.

Biting the inside of her lip gently, she finally stopped trying to persuade her and just whispered in a very soft voice.

"I will pay my salary next month. I have agreed to treat you to dinner and you must come back safely."

After hearing these words, Fang Chang couldn't help but curl his lips in laughter.

He was sure that nothing would happen to him.

As long as the alliance continues to exist, no matter how many times he meets death, he will wake up after three days and see the rising sun on the fourth day.

but.

He wouldn't even tell those unflattering jokes on this special occasion.

Looking into those eyes, he answered solemnly in a very soft voice.

"I promise."

Whether they are combat professional players or life professional players, regardless of level and occupation, everyone has received the general mobilization server announcement and responded to the call for mobilization.

At the same time, the farm in the north of Shuguang City.

Makabazi jumped off the smoking tractor, looked at the old farmer carrying a hoe not far away, and shouted in non-standard couplets.

"Old man! Please help me take a look at the crops in the fields these days. I'll leave the keys to the tractor here."

He didn't know the NPC's name.

But after working together for so long, everyone has become familiar with each other. Including many farmers nearby, their tractor driving skills were learned from his tiger brothers.

Currently, Makabazi’s farming level has reached level 6, and he is only level 4 away from his dream manor.

Money is nothing but a trivial matter, and the crops in this field cannot be left to waste.

The old farmer also didn't know his name, but he was no stranger to this strange guy.

He is obviously a noble shelter resident, but he does such rough work with them, and he still enjoys it.

Not only that, this guy values ​​the crops in the field more than his life.

A multi-legged beast came here from the Elm District before. When others saw the monster, they turned around and ran away. Only he rushed up with a roar, picked up a hoe and started fighting with the monster. He stunned the alien He was beaten and ran away.

It is really unimaginable what kind of thing could make him leave the crops in the field alone and not come back for several days.

Looking at the young man, the old man couldn't help shouting.

"Where are you going?"

After patting the dusty equipment, Makabazi threw his backpack on his shoulders and responded with a smile without looking back.

"Go to the front!"

The old man carrying the hoe was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"Then, when will you come back?"

"Come back after you win!"

Without waiting for the old man to answer, Makabazi had already gone to the entrance of the farm humming a tune and met the tiger who was waiting there.

Looking at his linen bag and the magazine hanging on his backpack, Tiger put his hands in his pockets and joked with a smile.

"Why are you bringing so many things? I fly the plane and will be back soon, right?"

I heard that propeller planes can't survive two seconds against that iron lump.

It's an exaggeration to say that I'll be back soon.

Three days is still needed.

Makabazi chuckled.

"There are people flying the plane, we're going to fly something good this time!"

His interest was piqued by these words, and Tiger asked curiously.

"What good stuff?"

Makabazi raised his chin and said with joy.

"tank!"

The moment he heard these two words, Tiger was stunned for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he was completely shocked.

"Damn it, have you ever driven that thing?!"

And wait.

Since when did the Alliance have tanks? !

Makabazi did not explain, but said with a smile: "No! But it's not important! I heard from the director of Factory No. 81 that that thing drives like a tractor!"

The tiger couldn't help but squirted.

"This is so far gone, okay?"

Makabazi patted his good brother on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, that thing is not as difficult as you think. Later I will trick a strength animal into being a loader. Then you will be responsible for driving, and just step on the accelerator as hard as possible for me!"