This Game Is Too Realistic

Language barrier?

Can't communicate?

For Chu Guang, this is not a problem at all.

As a tool person, you only need to master a few simple basic skills to meet the players' needs for game functions.

For example, the simplest buying and selling can be learned without complex vocabulary.

What should I do if the players can’t understand what they say?

Serve cold.

After all, even in a completely real immersive virtual reality online game, it is impossible for every NPC to have completely real intelligence.

This makes sense.

Therefore, Chu Guang did not ask Xia Yan to learn Chinese, but only asked her to master a few basic words and fixed sentence patterns.

However, what he didn't expect was that his requirements had been set low enough, and this guy's performance was still unsatisfactory.

"...To the customers who come to the store, say 'Hello, I am Xia Yan, the proprietress of the weapons store. How can I help you?' and when they hear 'I want to buy something', point to the menu and answer 'See for yourself'. When you hear 'I need to service my firearm', reach out and say 'bring it'?"

What the hell is this?

Holding the note in his hand, Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang, who was sitting on the chair, with a sad expression.

Although the pronunciation of each word was marked, she still couldn't adapt to the strange pronunciation.

Even though it does resemble Renlianyu.

Noticing that Xia Yan was looking at him, Chu Guang looked away from the computer screen and turned to look at her.

"Learned it?"

Xia Yan: "Not yet..."

Chu Guang: "Then why are you watching me? Keep on carrying it."

Xia Yan: "..."

For a moment, she suddenly felt that the job of giving birth might be easier, but for some reason, this person was not interested in her at all.

Am I ugly?

Not really.

Xia Yan pinched the ends of her red hair depressedly. She was still very confident in her appearance. For example, the captain had pursued her for a while.

But she didn't take a fancy to it.

The life of cannon fodder is too hard, and she has to face the threat of death every day. Her dream is to marry in the inner city of Boulder City and live the life of a rich wife from then on.

In fact, it's not impossible if you think about it.

What if one day I receive the task of escorting a big shot, maybe the story of the beautiful woman saving the hero will happen?

It's just a pity that, let alone escorting big shots, fringe teams like them can't even complete tasks near the Second Ring Road, and can only be sent to such wilderness to open "blind boxes."

As for now...

The dream life is even more useless.

Who would want a cripple?

And he was a lame man who had been captured by barbarians...

Just when Xia Yan felt desolate about his fate, a light cough came from beside him.

"Calm down your expression a little."

"ah?"

Xia Yan looked confused.

Sure enough, he was deserting.

Seeing her subconscious reaction, Chu Guang, who was sitting on the chair, was speechless.

Sighing, he paused for a moment and said expressionlessly.

"Start the clock now and I will test you once in two hours."

"If there is still no progress, maybe the Brown Farm next door will be more suitable for you. There is a need for serfs there."

"Just in time, I can make a fortune too."

…

It is winter, and Brown Farm does not need serfs. Instead, at the end of the month, they will get rid of a batch of old things that can no longer do the work, or defective products with broken arms and legs.

Lame mercenaries, no one would want them if they were given to them for free.

As for coveting beauty, that's even more nonsense. Even the rich man in Beit Street can afford a small clone with a face that is so delicate that even celebrities would be jealous. And how much money can a soul that is strong on the outside, dry on the inside, vulgar and savage be worth? Woolen cloth?

This is a wasteland.

Chu Guang just said casually about selling this guy.

Scare her a little, give her a little motivation.

Even if this guy was so stupid that he couldn't memorize these pages of lines, he wouldn't have sold her as a slave.

At most, throw it out from here.

In fact, during the period of contact, Chu Guang found that this person was quite interesting. There was no point in talking nicely. He immediately gave in and memorized a few casual threats.

Why bother?

Chu Guang shook his head and continued to surf his net. Just now he discovered that his Steam account could still be used, just to pass the time...

The next morning.

After waking up, Chu Guang opened the player list, unlocked the players' login permissions in batches, and took the online players to the surface.

"Dear manager, where is the lady from yesterday?" Fang Chang asked respectfully, standing next to the manager.

"Are you talking about Xia Yan? Her injury is a bit serious and she needs to rest for a few days. I communicated with her last night and she has agreed to join our cause. When her injury recovers, she will be responsible for the preparation of weapons at the outpost. .”

Of course, Chu Guang didn't say that this guy had memorized the book until two or three o'clock, and finally he carried it to the next room by himself. Not surprisingly, she should be sleeping soundly.

After hearing the manager's answer, Fang Chang's eyes instantly lit up.

New information!

The name of the new NPC is Xia Yan!

His identity should be a weapons store owner or a similar occupation!

After silently jotting down these two things, Fang Chang planned to update all this information into his post after going offline today.

Of course Chu Guang could guess what he was thinking, otherwise he wouldn't have told him in such detail.

Continuing to perform his duties as an NPC, Chu Guang took the players to the open space of the sanatorium and gave a simple mobilization speech, and then announced the disbandment.

After two days of running in, the new players have basically adapted to the rhythm of this game and do not need him to command at all.

Looking at the rising fire and black smoke outside the construction site, as well as the players climbing up and down around the scaffolding, working hummingly, Chu Guang suddenly felt like an old farmer raising ducks.

The daily job is to drive the ducks outside the cage and let them run around by themselves outside. When it gets dark, gather them together and drive them back to the cage, and then count today's harvest and how many pounds the ducks have gained. By the way, there are more Plan to pluck some duck feathers from them.

Of course, this is not entirely correct.

After all, most of the tools for working were provided to them by themselves, and most of the dried meat they ate were obtained by themselves from hunting.

Thinking about it this way, I still put in a lot of effort.

perhaps?

After standing in front of the construction site and looking at it for a while, while Chu Guang was thinking about what he would do today, Ye Shi had already taken the initiative to look for him.

"Dear Manager!" After a respectful salute, Ye Shiyi looked eager to try and spoke very skillfully, "Are we still going hunting today? When will we set off?"

Chu Guang was slightly startled and nodded.

"……Now."

Good guy.

Now these players are quite proactive and have learned to arrange work for themselves?

But Chu Guang didn't say anything.

After all, he did plan to go out for a walk just now and pack some game to smoke.

After taking Ye Shi back to the shelter, Chu Guang put on the tactical belt he took off from the mercenary, inserted the picked pistol into it, and then stuffed two 5-5 pistol magazines into it as spare ammunition.

His main weapons are still his 9-iron-pipe rifle and the holy sword of physics - a steel pipe that can pry open doors and hammer people.

Although there are now two "melee artifacts" such as submachine guns and shotguns to choose from, these two pieces of equipment are not of great significance for hunting.

There are no deer shells in the sprayer's ammunition supply, and using shotgun shells will damage the fur.

Rather than using close-combat firepower to suppress prey, Chu Guang prefers to use a high-quality rifled 9-tube rifle to kill his prey in one shot at mid-range.

Or at least make it incapacitated, then get closer and use the steel pipe to finish it off.

This not only saves valuable ammunition, but also preserves the prey's fur more completely.

You know, every additional bullet hole or cut mark will reduce the quality of the fur by 10%.

"Take this with you."

Chu Guang handed Ye Shi a pistol and a crossbow, in addition to an animal skin quiver containing fifteen crossbow bolts.

"Can I use that squirt?"

Ye Shi looked at the pistol, then at the shotgun leaning against the corner, and looked at Chu Guang pitifully.

However, Chu Guang had no intention of giving in and said expressionlessly.

"We are going hunting, not mutants."

"You should familiarize yourself with these two weapons first before talking about anything else."

…

Chu Guang takes Ye Shi to go hunting.

The players at the outpost were working as diligently as yesterday. Those who moved bricks, those who mixed cement, those who plastered, no one was idle.

Thanks to the thirty tools that the manager exchanged from Brown Farm, the work efficiency of the players has been greatly improved.

Especially the players who build walls.

The wall construction site at the outpost is advancing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not just the construction site.

Fang Chang and Lao Bai, who were thinking about making steel using local methods, made new progress in their work after getting the tongs and the hammer for making iron.

From the cars in the parking lot, they removed the rusted frames, hoods, suspensions, and even the engine casings inside... After two hundred years of wind and rain, the complete structure could no longer be found. Waste products are natural open-pit mine deposits for them.

The brittle rust was smashed and thrown into the furnace. They still used charcoal as the reducing agent and manual bellows to blow. This time they finally succeeded in smelting the garbage into hot molten iron.

“Awesome!!!”

"It's done!"

Lao Bai and Fang Chang clenched their fists excitedly.

They have been waiting for this moment for three full days!

The molten iron fired in this way becomes pig iron with high carbon content after cooling. By repeatedly heating and cooling, the carbon content is reduced to between 2% and 1.5%, and the most basic steel can be obtained.

As for adding metals such as chromium and nickel to make alloys, it is still too difficult for them. Serious steelmaking still requires professional equipment, at least an electric furnace.

In fact, let alone steelmaking, just being able to boil molten iron from industrial waste is already quite a big deal for them with simple production facilities!

"What should we forge?" Lao Bai looked at Fang Chang excitedly and asked, "Axe? Knife? Or something else."

Fang Chang also had a look of joy on his face and said after thinking for a few seconds.

"Let's stoma the cauldron first!"

"Eating stew every day will make me vomit!"

Although yesterday's mashed potatoes were not bad, I heard from the fried egg guy that there is not much soy sauce left. As expected, today's fish soup with pine nuts will be served again.

That stuff is really not fresh at all. One bite fills your mouth with the taste of catfish.

"Haha, what a great idea! You can cook with an iron pot!"

The two hit it off and quickly reached a consensus, and began to use a little yellow mud left over from burning bricks to figure out how to make a grinding tool for firing iron pots.

On the other side, in front of the carpenter's cabin.

Brother Mosquito, who was sitting at the door with a small bench, was concentrating on his handiwork.

I saw him holding a trash can he picked up from somewhere, sealing the trash can with a wooden board, and then cutting a stainless steel pipe into it to make a simple watering can.

This is not over yet.

He was clearly not satisfied with tilting sprinklers.

Brother Mosquito then used rosin to seal the connection. The outer shell of the trash can was equipped with a portable wooden handle. A plastic bottle was used to make a booster similar to a watering can. A hose was folded into an S shape and connected to the back of the trash can. department.

"Perfect!"

Brother Mosquito, who was done, looked at the guy in his hand with an expression of joy on his face.

Manually boosted flamethrower!

As long as wood tar is injected into the barrel, and a cotton strip that ignites fire is inserted into the water pipe in front, within a five-meter killing radius, this thing can theoretically become a nightmare for anyone or alien species——

Of course, the premise is that you don’t hurt yourself too.

For those with high emotional intelligence, the design concept of this thing is a bit cyberpunk, but Brother Mosquito thinks it’s not a big problem and he can just improve it in the future.

Let’s call it “Hellfire 0.1”!

Just as he was thinking about where to try, Brother Mosquito raised his head and suddenly saw Guangfeng carrying a plastic bucket walking towards him.

This guy went fishing early in the morning. He usually only saw other people near the sanatorium in the afternoon. Unexpectedly, today was unusual and he came back before ten o'clock.

"Hey, it's so early today?" Mosquito looked at the approaching gust of wind and joked with a smile, "Isn't it because the trap was broken again?"

"It has nothing to do with the trap," Guangfeng threw the plastic bucket in his hand on the ground, "Look what I found?"

"What did you find--" Mosquito was stunned when he saw what was in the bucket.

Those are some white stones.

There are some yellow and light brown impurities mixed in it.

The stiffness on his face instantly turned into ecstasy.

"Struvite!?"