This Game Is Too Realistic

"Fuck you! What do you mean I came back alive? Is it strange that I came back alive?"

How can they say this right after I came back?!

Taking off the gas mask on his face, Eye Owe Money, who quickly walked out from behind Sideline Slacking, patted Night Ten on the shoulder with a playful smile. "Sigh, it was not easy, you know. I thought I was going to die many times, but I actually managed to survive."

Construction Boy, standing aside, nodded in agreement. "It was really not easy."

Everyone else was playing games. They were the only team fighting for their lives.

It was a 10-man team when they went, but only half of them returned.

On the other hand, the Mole Squad next to them had the same number when they set off, but only 2 were missing when they came back. It was hard not to make fun of their death rate.

However, although they were complaining, everyone didn’t take it too seriously.

It was a game after all. Dying was the norm.

Besides, the death penalty was not as heavy as it was in the beginning. It was a bit uncomfortable to wait in the forum for 3 days, but the alpha server had been in operation for so long, so everyone had long been used to it.

The real loss was actually the experience accumulated during the battle. However, the money and contribution points that players should get would not go missing.

Teammates would also consciously help to recover the dropped equipment. At most, they would only lose some ammunition and grenades.

"By the way, why are you all wearing this?" Battlefield Cheerleader looked enviously at the gray coat on Sideline Slacking.

However, Sideline Slacking didn’t respond to this question. He only looked at Eye Owe Money.

The latter said with a smile, "It was my suggestion. The previous set of equipment was too ugly, and it was not recognizable at all. We looked more like marauders than the actual marauders. We were always misunderstood by the friendly forces. So I had an idea, and I simply made a set of skin that is the same as the Mole Squad’s. Sideline didn’t want it at first, but later, he changed his mind."

Sideline Slacking snorted stubbornly, "Get lost! I was forced by you to wear them!"

Construction Boy interjected with a smile, "Now, now, there’s no shame in recognizing the benefits of this skin. Those marauders got wrecked by us to the point that they were completely traumatized. When they see our clothes, they would instantly lose their courage to fight. Later, we recommended them to the newcomers who came to reinforce us. Now the good brothers in Red River Town are all wearing this outfit!"

Even during the most turbulent period of the Tide, Shelter 404 did not stop supporting their neighbor.

According to the data mentioned in the battle report by Escaping Mole, the current shelter’s garrison in Red River Town had increased to 50 people.

Except for 10 NPC guards who were stationed there long term, all of them were players. They had been regularly replenished with new players to maintain their strength.

Obviously, the Death Corps with a fearless style of play had completely gained its reputation in the Red River Town area.

The shovels and the glaring bayonets under the guns not only became the eternal nightmare in the hearts of marauders, but also became the God of War in the eyes of mercenaries and slave owners!

Especially their gray coats! It was more intimidating than the dark blue coat worn by the squad leaders of the Army!

The local slave owners and the Chamber of Commerce wished that they would stay in Red River Town forever, and even offered the shelter 300,000 square meters of land to build their base there.

Although nothing could be planted on the land over there, having a base meant that they would build their foundations there.

The administrator had deployed 40 nurturing cabins there, and it seemed that he intended to transform it into a foreign military base.

At present, as long as the Soldier Profession players reached level LV8 and their firearms proficiency reached the third level, they could apply to explore new maps and new missions.

However, the number of people who could go to the new map was limited, and they needed to wait in the queue after applying.

Looking at the envious Brother Battlefield, Escaping Mole said proudly. "What do you think? My design is not bad, right ?"

Battlefield Cheerleader growled, "Damn it! What a show off!"

Speaking of which, he had also suggested that everyone should get a unified team uniform before, but that coward Spring Water Commander was too stingy.

Darkest even liked his post, but that damn coward said that any skins that couldn’t provide buffs were all shit. And something along the lines of no one being able to see what they wore under their exoskeletons anyway.

And not just that, he even mocked him, saying that he had severe eighth-grade syndrome.

God damn it! What does that have to do with eighth-grade syndrome?

He is obviously just being stingy!

Unlike Battlefield Cheerleader, Night Ten was not interested in what clothes the few people were wearing. His attention was on the trucks behind them.

Even without asking, he knew that it contained loot they hauled back from Red River Town.

According to a conservative estimate of 3 times the overload capacity, the various ores piled up on those trucks were at least 50 or 60 tons.

In addition, nearly 100 slaves came back with them.

The nearby NPC traveling merchants all showed envious gazes while looking at them.

1 slave could be exchanged for 5 assault rifles.

100 slaves was a serious fortune!

Night Ten said enviously, "Is the battle over Red River Town over?"

Escaping Mole shook his head. "Finished? It’s nowhere near done!"

"The slave owners over there are far too weak. They recruited a lot of mercenaries with pretty high combat strength, but they’re basically a mob when they go out to fight. They don’t cooperate with each other either.”

"Relying on imported shells and weapons, the coalition forces in Red River Town fought quite smoothly at first, and won several local battles in a row, but their logistics were too awful and their ammunition often did not match. Because of that, gunfire was always intermittent. Coupled with the low degree of organization, the occupied hills could not be held at all. Often the positions we had taken during the day would be lost at night."

"In addition, the Bonechewer Clan has tons of people. Their reinforcements from the central province are still continuing to flow in. There were also many marauders, who upon hearing the rumors that the Bonechewer Clan would establish a marauder kingdom, took the initiative to join them from the neighboring provinces in the east. In any case, both sides are battling over a few hills with Deerhead Mountain as the boundary. We have been engaged in a prolonged fight over key locations that stretch 10 kilometers long."

Support weapons such as mortars and anti-tank rifles were not unique to Shelter 404. Some large and medium-sized survivor settlements with industrial production capacity were able to produce them, but there were differences in cost and performance.

Red River Town did not only import ammunition from Shelter 404. Not to mention the variety of weapons brought by the mercenaries, the medium mortars they produced had 3 calibers. They were 80mm, 85mm, and 88mm respectively. Apart from those, they also had two 105mm cast iron mortars.

With the ununified logistics and uncoordinated command, it was very hard to imagine that those rich locals could fight those marauders for so long.

Night Ten asked in a strange voice, "Then why are you back?"

Escaping Mole rolled his eyes. "Of course to participate in the event, duh! Seeing you guys discussing the Tide on the forum all day, I always feel that we are not playing the same game!"

When the new map had just been released, he was very excited when he was selected to experience its exploration. After all, not everyone had the opportunity to be the first person to play the new map.

Although Red River Town was a bit farther than Boulder Town, as long as they could bring first-hand information to players, it was not a big problem!

But now, a month had passed, and the new map was no longer that new. The players started to get tired of reading his battle reports. Even the cloud gamers had gone to discuss the new Tide gameplay.

The strategy with tens of thousands of words only had 3-digit likes, which made him feel like he was abandoned by everyone.

After he heard that the Decisive Battle Plan was probably the last event before the end of the alpha test, he finally decided to come back.

Irene chimed in too, "We’ve stayed in the new map long enough, so it’s time to let other players experience it."

Elf Wang said with a mocking smile. "Irena has a deep resentment against the mutants there. There is no arthropod that is not poisonous there."

Irene argued immediately, "Fuck off! Am I that kind of person?"

Escaping Mole ignored the 2, but looked at Night Ten and asked, "By the way, why didn’t you join Old White and Ample Time today?"

Night Ten said with a smile, "You know we have a big mission tomorrow morning, right? So we split up in the afternoon. Old White went to Goblin Technology to purchase some new weapons, saying that they have new equipment. I originally planned to go there too, but then I heard that there was orange gear appearing in the trading post, so I decided to come over and see if I can get it… I couldn’t get here fast enough. Damn it!"

The orange gear was naturally referring to the Miner I exoskeleton.

The exoskeleton was an imported product from Ideal City, and the battery it used was a metal hydrogen battery which was a rank higher than their solid hydrogen battery.

Since the last time it was sold out, the official shelter store had yet to be replenished. Only caravans from the east would occasionally bring stuff like that and even in Boulder Town, it was hard to get.

The day before, they saw a team of wild traveling merchants coming to the trade station with a set. It was then discovered by a strength type player who bought it immediately. That night, the player went to the forum to show off his new gear, which led to a large number of players running over to the trading post early in the morning today to check out what was still available.

Although the exoskeletons sold by Wild NPCs were a bit more expensive, there were no contribution points and level restrictions. They could even sell it to other players, which was still very attractive for all of them.

In other words, whoever bought it hit a jackpot!

But what interested Escaping Mole most was not the exoskeleton, but the first half of Night Ten’s sentence. "Mosquito has new equipment?"

"Yeah, the crazy fuck was bragging about it in the group chat yesterday," Night Ten said with a chuckle, "But honestly speaking, Mosquito is really a genius. First, he made the recoilless gun, now he even made RPGs!"

The second the words left his lips, Escaping Mole and Sideline Slacking weren’t the only ones looking at him. Even Battlefield Cheerleader couldn’t help but stare in shock.

"RPG?"

"???"

"Seriously?!"

This guy is really a genius!

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