This Game Is Too Realistic

"God damn it! They ran away." Standing on the edge of the forest on the northeast side of Elm District, Chu Guang held binoculars and looked out at Remote Creek Town hundreds of meters away. After seeing the empty town, he couldn’t help but curse.

A few days ago, the guard had patrolled the entire northern suburbs with snow crawlers, searching for the six escaped marauder companies. 3 of them were wiped out, but more than half of the marauders escaped.

Chu Guang guessed that some of the marauders ran to Lion Fang and brought him the news of Black Snake’s defeat.

But what he didn’t expect was that those people would be so spineless.

Not only didn’t they attack them, but they turned around and ran away!

"Fight if you can, and run if you can’t. This is more like the style of those marauders." Standing next to Chu Guang, Vanus also held binoculars and continued after observing for a while. "... But these fortifications are very Army-like."

The marauders fortified the ruins with wood, dug trenches in the streets, and set up barricades and bunkers.

It had been converted into a fort.

On a three-story ruin, he even saw a cannon emplacement reinforced with sandbags and wood. Judging from the concave shooting hole, it was probably some kind of curved infantry cannon. However, the cannon there had been removed.

"It can be seen that they evacuated very hastily, and only had time to set fire to the place... Most of the fortifications aren’t destroyed."

Chu Guang put away the binoculars and tapped his index finger on the side of the helmet. "First wave, advance."

"Copy." Liu Ding, who was standing 500 meters ahead, received the order and gestured to the players beside him.

After receiving the order, 5 teams of 10 players immediately moved forward and entered this abandoned town from five directions.

Wearing an exoskeleton with welded steel plates, Old White held an LD-47J light machine gun in his hand, glancing around the street.

There was also a two-meter-long Lance hanging on his back, but it would unlikely be used in such close distance.

"It’s so quiet here."

"The marauders stationed here probably had withdrawn," Ample Time glanced at the human skull on the side of the road and looked around alertly. "The whole town doesn’t look like there is anyone living in it."

There was bloodstained graffiti on the wall, as well as some crooked words and symbols. It looked like a ritual of some kind of evil cult.

Unfinished corpses were thrown on the side of the road, and filth was everywhere on the street; it was a complete mess.

Night Ten gulped. The atmosphere here was so oppressive that he felt suffocated.

He’d rather have a head-to-head with the marauders than explore a place where he was physically uncomfortable. "Damn, why does it feel like a horror game..."

Gale glanced around, nodding expressionlessly. "Mhm, it does feel like the Resident Evil Version of Silent Hill..."

It was too quiet. Let alone a living person, even a rat could not be seen.

The group continued to advance along the route indicated on the VM, and cooperated with other teams to conduct a round of searches for the outer area of ​​the entire town.

After confirming that there were no marauders, they continued along the main road and advanced to the very center of the town.

There was a clock tower here, with a wide view around the town. It was the tallest building in the whole town, probably used by those marauders as a headquarters or something similar.

Pushing open the wooden door of the clock tower, Old White, who was in the front, walked in first, but was quickly driven out by the stench inside.

"Fucking hell…"

"What did you see?" Night Ten walked up curiously.

"I advise you better not to look at it." Old White just said this sentence, but it was too late. Night Ten, who walked in through the door, was already holding the door and retching.

In the hall of the clock tower, corpses piled up into a hill.

The humming of the flies was like a tsunami, the black creatures were crawling on the corpse piles, and the hot air came with a rotten stench. It was as if all the cockroaches in the town had come here. The small ones were as big as fists, and the big ones were bigger than shoes...

Gale went in and took a look, stunned slightly. "This is too..."

This visual impact…

Even if there was a filter, he would be somewhat polluted spiritually. It was just like a nightmare.

"... I feel that the public beta is still very far away. If they don’t change the blood and corpses into green squares, I’m afraid the game will probably be banned." Elf Wang said, smacking his tongue.

Irene gave him an ambiguous look. "Be confident. It’s definitely going to be banned from the markets."

...

After an hour of carpet searching, it was basically confirmed that the marauder brigade stationed at Remote Creek Town had withdrawn.

They had withdrawn about three days ago, relocating to West Continent City, which was due north.

Before the retreat, the marauders executed all the slaves, sprinkled their corpses with eggs of mutants, burned supplies that couldn’t be taken away, and even set the fortifications on fire.

However, most of the wooden bunkers and barricades survived, except for the burnt food, due to lack of fuel.

In another half a month, the whole town may become a paradise for mutant cockroaches and flies.

Although those little guys were not strong, and it was difficult to pose a direct threat to the wastelanders, they were quite good at spreading diseases and stealing supplies.

Obviously, Lion Fang didn’t want the fortress to fall into the hands of the survivors in the northern suburbs, so he tried to prevent them from occupying it that way.

Chu Guang ordered the player to set a fire on the clock tower and burn the mutants and corpses inside.

From this town to the outpost it was nearly 30 kilometers; recovering these bodies was too difficult and not worth it.

Two Active Matter Extractors were already working around the clock, and the current month’s production tasks schedule was already full.

At least for a while, there was no need to worry about the clones’ resurrection.

Standing at the north intersection of Remote Creek Town, Wrench spread out a map in front of Chu Guang, and used a marker to mark several red crosses along the contour line. "... It is nearly 20 kilometers from Remote Creek Town to the southernmost point of West Continent City, and there are hills and forests along the way. Although there are three roads from the pre-war era, they are basically in a dilapidated status. So if they plan to sneak attack us from the north, the choices for the marching route are pretty limited."

"I propose to build a base of operations in Remote Creek Town, set up a radio base station, and build outposts along the northern hills. In that way, we can closely monitor the movement in the north!"

Chu Guang stared at the map for a while, then looked at the forest-covered hill to the north. The snow covering the treetops stretched as far as the eye could see, and only a few abandoned high-voltage electricity towers and a few structures of unknown use could be seen in the vast white snowy world.

There was a good view and the surrounding terrain was relatively open.

If an outpost could be established on the top of that hill, it should not be a problem to bring an area of 5 kilometers or even 10 kilometers into view.

The only thing they needed to worry about was the mutants in the forest.

Like monsters, cave beasts, mutant brown bears, wild boars, apes, and even Deathclaws, they were all very likely to appear in the forest.

At least two machine guns and one 20mm cannon must be deployed per post, as well as 2 Armor Fist Bazookas.

That should be able to keep the sentinels safe.

Nodding lightly, Chu Guang said, "That’s a good suggestion. How many people do you think it’s appropriate to station in each post?"

Wrench thought for a moment and said. "There should be at least 6 people for each post. They can split into 2 groups and take shifts to guard the post. So 30 people should be enough."

Chu Guang picked up the marker and added three marks on the map, then returned the map to Wrench. "I will give you 50 people. You can increase the number of outposts from 5 to 8. Be sure to keep an eye on this area! If there is any situation, report it to me in time."

The job of standing guard could only be handed over to the guards, and players wouldn’t do boring work 24 hours a day, and 7 days a week.

He was a gamer himself, and he could camp for a boss all day, but it was impossible to camp there all the time.

However, it was possible to release some missions related to Remote Creek Town, and divert a batch of hunters, scavengers, explorers, and Life Profession players to this area, and the number of people should be controlled between 20 and 90.

With the fixed NPC sentries, it should be foolproof.

Wrench responded seriously, "Yes, sir!"