This Game Is Too Realistic

In short, the LD-47 in the automatic mode was like the burst mode of 98K, except for the strength type, few people could really handle the recoil.

This could be regarded as saving bullets in disguise, and handing over fire suppression to specialized machine gunners.

Mole glanced at the submachine gun in Irene’s hand, his glance stopped for a moment on the ruler-like magazine.

"This gun... It’s okay to use on people, but I’m afraid it won’t be effective on mutants."

Irene smiled embarrassedly. "Well, that’s true."

Whatever… I can just bring 2.

Elf Wang glanced at the corpse on the ground and muttered softly, "So what do we do now?"

After wasting so much effort, all they got was a dead NPC.

They originally wanted to catch one alive, but they didn’t expect to kill the leader-like NPC. Because of that, their war point was instantly reduced by half. It seemed like this time, they wouldn’t be able to be the MVP.

Escaping Mole sighed and shook his head. "Anyway, let’s drag him back."

...

Meanwhile, the battle on the snowy field was over. All the marauders who were stubbornly resisting were killed, and those who threw away their weapons and surrendered were gathered together and driven to an open place to squat with their hands on their heads.

The players on the front line thought of an idea and took off the shackles of the slaves to put them on the marauders.

Those things were made of iron and were much more sturdy compared to a rope!

In order to prevent the slaves from escaping, the marauders even added weight to the shackles.

Those ingenious designs were all used on themselves at the moment.

Most of the rescued slaves stared at players blankly, not realizing what happened.

Some people had already reacted, but they still didn’t have any expressions on their faces. They just stood there watching players putting shackles on those marauders.

In the vast majority of cases, the slaves in the wasteland would not be freed because the original master was killed. At most, they would continue their previous lives with a new master.

However, it was not always a bad thing to be able to change to a new owner.

After all, being a marauder’s slave would not only have to work, but also have to be used as ration.

They would at least have a shack to sleep in if they worked for the survivors in the colony, and they wouldn’t have to worry about being slaughtered at night while they were sleeping.

Until a week ago, there were still nearly 1000 of them. Now, there were only 400 left.

From that, it was enough to see how miserable their situation was.

The players did not take the initiative to communicate with them, but following the mission on the VM, they assigned a few people to watch over them, so that nothing would happen to them.

Guards would arrive within an hour and someone would take over them and take them to a refugee shelter for resettlement.

"Holy shit... We hit the jackpot!" Standing in the back of the captured light truck, Spring Water Commander who opened the door and walked in, glanced around the crowded compartment, his face suddenly filled with surprises.

Potatoes!

A whole truckload of potatoes!

"This truckload of potatoes is less than 5 or 6 tons!" That wasn’t mutated shofar potatoes they were talking about. It was the real pre-war crop. Although it was unknown whether it was an improved variety, even the most common varieties were more expensive than mutant crops such as green wheat and shofar potatoes.

Especially in some settlements of survivors that were more fussy about food, the price of this thing could even be doubled or even tripled.

These were the information Spring Water Commander had read on the official website.

In addition to a truckload of potatoes, there were linen bags piled in the corners with grains like rice, wheat, beans, and the like.

It was quite surprising that these marauders had well-balanced food options.

According to the latest grain recovery price from the NPC granary, this truck’s supplies would be worth at least 5,000 to 6,000 silver coins.

It was even more expensive to buy.

It was common sense in MMORPGS that buying equipment from NPC stores was much more expensive than selling equipment.

Wasteland Online was similar. The ratio of the early price difference was 1:10, and after several rounds of inflation, it gradually increased to 1:3 to 1:4, which could be said to be much better than other games.

According to the game’s campaign reward settlement mechanism, these materials would be converted into silver coins as loot, and enter the prize pool of campaign rewards, which would be distributed according to players’ war points.

Probably similar to GTA 5’s heist mode, but not exactly the same.

Spring Water Commander put his hands together, his expression pious. "Thank you for the gift, nature!"

The reward was a trivial matter.

With the batch of supplies, the food crisis at the outpost should be resolved.

I hope the price of ramen at North Gate Market will stop increasing.

Eating was one of the great joys of this game, as much as exploring and fighting.

In particular, the higher the level, the greater the energy consumption, and the food consumption would also increase, which was very reasonable.

In reality, he couldn’t even finish a bowl of noodles, but in the game he could eat two bowls without burping.

He could eat however he liked without worrying about gaining weight, diabetes, and high uric acid, and there were foods that he had never seen in reality, let alone taste, which could challenge the limit of your taste buds.

It was simply amazing!

In the wooden box in the deepest part of the carriage, there were also some jerky made of unknown meat.

According to his experience, it should not be a good thing, so he put the lid back on.

Jumping outside the truck, Spring Water Commander continued to check the next one, when he happened to hear the excited voices of several of his teammates.

"Fuck, this truck is awesome! 5, 10, 15... 40! 40 shells! Damn, I haven’t seen them fired before?"

"What a waste for them to have it!"

"Hahaha, this is also the same! The loot drop this time is simply amazing!"

"Let’s set up a bet! I bet our income from this mission can reach 500!"

"Gasp… Hearing what you said, I’m starting to get anxious."

"Anxious? What’s there to be anxious about?"

"The miner’s exoskeleton in the NPC shop seems to have only 8 sets left? I’m afraid it will be emptied in seconds when we go back this time."

"Damn it! You’re right."

Hearing that these guys were starting to worry about inflation for the developers, Spring Water Commander felt speechless.

However, hearing that miner exoskeletons, which cost 2,000 silver coins a set, would be sold out, Spring Water Commander couldn’t help but feel nervous too.

The reason why the god outfit was the god outfit was because it was rare!

When everyone didn’t have a gun, even an iron-barreled rifle could be regarded as the god weapon. But who would still use that now?

The same went for exoskeletons.

At the moment only he and Old White had Miner Type I in the entire server, so it was naturally very effective when showing off.

But when everyone had it, his magical gear would become common gear, and the little bit of an advantage he finally had would be gone completely; he would have to wait for the update of the game again to see if his genetic sequence would be buffed or not.

Players not far away were still counting the spoils, showing off and comparing with each other, having a great time.

It was as fun as opening a loot box.

Before opening the curtain, no one knew what was inside. After opening it, and using their VM to scan it, they would get two war points.

More than 20 trucks were not enough for players to search. In just a short amount of time, players already searched half of them.

"Huh? Why is my truck full of shit?" Battlefield Cheerleader couldn’t help saying.

Spring curiously walked over and glanced at it, feeling speechless. "What shit. This stuff is probably a nutritional cream. I heard that the black ones are made from cockroaches."

The battlefield man was shocked. "Damn, can anyone eat something so hardcore?"

"Did you know, the Devil’s Jelly is made the same wah-"

"Okay, don’t say any more."

"Yeah… I’m about to vomit."

"Hahaha, if you say more, Boss Ya is going to be unemployed again!"

"What the heck, don’t open all the blind boxes! Leave one for this lord! Let me take a look as well!"

Darkest excitedly opened the curtain and jumped in the last light truck, but as soon as he got inside, a woman’s scream came.

Everyone looked over at the truck which Darkest jumped in, and saw him, who had just gotten in, jumped out again with an embarrassed expression.

"There are some girls in the truck... Can you guys find some clothes for them?"

Spring Water Commander and Battlefield Cheerleader looked at each other, and the surrounding players also looked at each other in shock.

"What the fuck?"

"Damn."

"Is it so real..."

"..."

Anyone could tell what was going on in the truck.

Although it seemed like something that marauders would do, they didn’t expect the developers to even make this part of the content, and it was still in the testing stage.

Was this something one could see without spending money?

Of course, it was not the time to think about that.

Spring Water Commander thought for a moment and said, "I seem to have seen a truck with cotton-padded clothes just now..."

Battlefield Cheerleader said immediately, "I will go with you."

Meanwhile, at the junction of the wasteland and the forest in the northeastern part of Longevity Town, 200 players and more than 30 NPC guards were walking along the edge of the forest towards the battlefield.

Due to lack of vehicles, they had to go on foot.

Walking at the front of the team, Tail suddenly glanced left and right before frowning.

Seeing the expression on her face, Sisi asked curiously, "What’s wrong?"

"It’s nothing," Tail shook her head and murmured, "Is it my illusion? Why does it feel like an outing."

Sisi sighed, "It’s not an illusion. It’s indeed like an outing"

Many of those two hundred or so players joined the game in version 0.9 and 0.8. Their average level was LV5, a few were LV6 and LV7. There were even a few LV3 players who had just gotten their VMs.

Regardless of whether they were soldiers or had relevant experience in reality, those two people standing here were considered high-level players at least in terms of their levels.

"By the way, will it be over when we arrive?"

The sun had already set.

It would be completely dark soon.

Sisi thought for a moment before replying, "Maybe, but isn’t it a good thing?"

Tail turned back in surprise. "Huh? Doesn’t that mean that we will go there for nothing?!"

Sisi nodded, but she continued to explain, "But if you think about it from another angle, if those pros can’t even win the battle against those marauders, what can we do when we get there?"

"Damn it, the opportunity for me to show my power has slipped away again…"

"Not necessarily." Sisi suddenly narrowed her eyes and looked at the snowy slope in front of her.

The visibility on the snowy day was not very good, and the light at dusk was also very poor, but with their backs to the setting sun, they could still see clearly that on the half-slope in the distance, there were many black dots moving in their direction fast.

At almost the same time, Tail also noticed the abnormality.

She who was the agility type could see farther, and at this distance, her genetic sequence was much more useful than the perception sequence.

"Enemy Ahead! A lot of them! 1, 2, 3... Damn, I lost count, at least 100!"

Hearing the player’s warning, Liu Ding, the deputy captain of the guard team who was in charge of leading the team, immediately raised the binoculars.

After confirming the situation ahead, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately roared, "Enemies ahead!"

"Suspected marauder deserter!"

"Prepare for battle!"