This Game Is Too Realistic

North gate of the outpost.

The strong man, with his feet on a wooden bench and a hemp rope around his neck, begged for mercy with tears and runny noses.

His name is Badger.

But at this moment, the poor thing looks like a worm.

"Please, don't kill me. I've told you everything you want to know. You said you would let me go!"

The players nearby couldn't bear it anymore and were talking quietly.

"Is it too miserable?"

"Yeah...this guy has surrendered, and he might be able to become our companion."

"It's a bit of a pity."

However, Chu Guang's expression did not change in any way because of the strong man's begging for mercy.

There were no cells at the outpost to hold prisoners, and it was even less practical to hold them in a shelter. And it is foreseeable that no merchants interested in slaves will pass by here throughout the winter. Keeping these three captives will only waste food and bring hidden dangers.

As for information?

What he asked was almost the same as what he had guessed.

Chu Guangke never promised that he would spare their lives if he told the truth.

Count each one of these plunderers, for all the unscrupulous things they have done, hanging is already the most merciful punishment for them.

"Go to hell and repent."

Seeing that there was no hope of survival, the expression on the strong man's face instantly distorted, and he cursed loudly.

"You scumbag! Liar! Even if I go to hell, I won't let you go! Just wait, the leader will avenge me. He will hang you on a street lamp and let you watch your compatriots being slaughtered. evil--"

Before he could curse even more harshly, Chu Guang, who was too lazy to listen to nonsense, kicked the bench under the strong man's feet.

With just a click, the man named "Badger" ended his sinful life on the gallows of justice at Vault 404 Outpost.

The makers of the gallows [Ward's athlete's foot, who knows?] and [Ah, I want to use the toilet rope] looked on from a distance, their eyes widened.

None of them thought that the gallows they made on a whim for atmosphere would actually come in use one day.

Looking at the corpse hanging there, the two people's faces were a little pale, but not too pale.

This is a game after all.

But the expression on the hanged man was too curious.

Like really dead people.

"This game is always very realistic in weird details."

"Sin, sin, sin, Amitabha."

Standing not far away and watching, Teng Teng felt a little emotional.

"War."

She is a casual player and does not enjoy the fun of fighting. Of course, this is also related to her intelligence attributes and her short legs that make her unable to run fast.

The thought of this made her depressed.

Is this reasonable?

It's totally unreasonable!

"It's okay! Sister, I'll protect you!"

Crow Crow standing next to her chuckled. He originally wanted to put his hand on her shoulder, but accidentally put it on her head.

Teng Teng's head was covered with black lines and his fists were clenched.

"I'll give you a punch if I touch you again."

Crow Crow quickly let go and explained in a panic.

"Eh? No, I didn't mean it, I just wanted to-"

"Okay, okay, I'll get tired of talking anymore."

Players nearby were chattering, discussing when the next wave of attacks would come and how much stronger the attacks would be than this one.

Make sure the man on the gallows is dead.

Chu Guang looked at the two players closest to him, took out 5 copper coins from his pocket and threw them into their hands respectively.

"Carry these three corpses to the morgue, strip them naked and throw them together with the corpses of other looters."

"When the generator is assembled, it will be sent to the active material extractor for refinement."

The two players came to their senses and nodded immediately.

"Yes! Sir Manager!"

…

Assembling the generator didn't take long.

Many of these players have good hands-on skills. Even if they can't understand the words in the manual, they just rely on their understanding of the generator structure and a few pictures to fumble and install all the parts. .

The entire power generation equipment is divided into two parts, one is the vaporizer of firewood, and the other is the thermal generator driven by gas.

The structure of the former is very simple, it is essentially an airtight column with a cover on the top.

As the wood is fed in from the top, it is first further dried during the slow settling process, and finally cracked by the heat inside and partially burned in the limited oxygen.

A large amount of heat is generated during this process, and a layer of hot charcoal is formed at the level of the airtight column, which reacts with the steam and other combustible gases generated by pyrolysis to eventually form a mixed combustible gas rich in hydrogen, methane and carbon monoxide. .

In fact, this is not a particularly brilliant technology. During World War II, the German army used similar wood vaporization equipment to provide power for some tanks when there was a lack of fuel.

Generally speaking, 3~4 kilograms of firewood is equivalent to 1L of gasoline, and the specific consumption depends on the type, density and dryness of the firewood, so it cannot be generalized.

But it doesn't matter how much it is consumed. The most indispensable thing in the outpost now is firewood. Just arrange for someone to clean up the waste and stuff the wood in.

Through this power generation equipment, it can stably provide up to 10KW of power to the outpost. Even at full load, it consumes less than 10 kilograms of firewood per hour, which can be said to be very cost-effective.

The generator started running successfully, and nearby players let out a cheer.

Their outpost finally has electricity!

Many tasks that were previously impossible can now be carried out.

"I'm going to dig some wires and come back!"

“Can wires from two hundred years ago still work?”

"The ones protected by insulating materials should be usable. If they are not usable, it doesn't matter. The worst case is that they will be melted and remade. I will think of a way to see if I can make a transformer and voltage regulator. Then we can make steel and put it directly into the electric furnace."

"Boss Niubi!"

Listening to the conversations of the players, Chu Guang was also very happy.

The active substance extractor, covered with a thick layer of ash, finally started working, refining the corpses sent into the furnace into active substances.

It looked like four units had been recovered from ten corpses, which finally made up for the deficit in active matter caused by a certain little player.

"The battle is over? Did you win?" Xia Yan, who was waiting by the elevator, asked quickly as he looked at Chu Guang walking towards him.

Chu Guang replied casually.

“If I don’t win, it’s not me.”

Xia Yan continued to ask.

"That group of people are from the Blood Hand Clan?"

Chu Guang glanced at her.

"you know?"

"You don't need to know. They are the most famous people in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City."

Xia Yan made a helpless expression and gave a warning.

"You'd better be careful. There may not be many people coming this time, but they are not as weak as they appear on the surface. There was a businessman before, who probably wanted revenge or something, and hired a team of twenty people from Boulder City. Human mercenary, what do you think the result will be?"

"I don't like guessing, just tell me."

"Okay... Anyway, only one escaped in the end, and one of his arms was broken," Xia Yan took a deep breath and said, "The equipment of that mercenary team was pretty good, and their combat qualities were pretty good. There were even two of them. A professional soldier who retired from the Boulder City Militia. But fighting against predators is completely different from fighting against aliens, especially in urban areas."

“They planted tin can mines and decoy bombs on the road, lured the nibblers from the subway entrance to the shops along the street, and even tamed mutant hyenas... According to the person who came back alive, the battle was like a nightmare. , they are facing a group of gnawers who can shoot, lie down, support and attack sneakily."

Whether it is a DIY iron pipe rifle or the most advanced assault rifle, hitting the vital point is a matter of one shot. Even if it misses the vital point, at most it will be one more shot.

The mercenaries in Boulder City are not regular troops and cannot use very good protective gear. Most of them use wire keels and steel plates to protect their vitals. Only a few rich people can afford exoskeletons and full bulletproof armor.

"Perhaps those mercenaries underestimated the enemy." Chu Guang said casually.

"Maybe. People in Boulder City somewhat look down on people in the countryside."

"Like you?"

Xia Yan looked embarrassed and quickly explained.

"Well, of course not me."

Chu Guang smiled and didn't care.

Although I have never been to Boulder City, it is not difficult to understand this sense of superiority just by looking at the longing eyes of the survivors on Beit Street when they mention it.

After all, it is the only "city" in Qingquan City and the only "place of order" left in this area.

The people living there, even if they are impoverished, are still superior compared to the people outside.

"Speaking of which, why do I feel like you're not scared?"

"What's there to be afraid of? You can't defeat the creepers even if you've torn them apart? Plus there are so many people here," Xia Yan glanced at Chu Guang strangely, as if she didn't understand why he asked such a question. Strange question, "Why are you so nervous? From the sound of gunshots, there must have only been about seven or eight people at most, and they were in an open area."

"..."

E…

That makes sense.

Chu Guang didn't know how to refute for a while.

…

Late at night.

In the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, there is an abandoned tire factory.

Looking at the man crawling under the steps, Xiong leaned on the chair and said in a lazy voice.

"How's the situation over there with the badger? Have you got all the loot back?"

According to tribal tradition, whoever captures the loot has priority.

After bringing it back, everyone enjoys it together without distinguishing between you and me.

Generally, if a survivor's stronghold is captured, Qiufeng's raiding team will usually stay there for a while and have some fun, such as having a party to play cat and mouse games and collect some loot along the way.

As the leader of the clan, Xiong is able to sympathize with his subordinates.

But it’s already dark, so it’s not like he hasn’t come back yet.

"...There is no news yet." The man kneeling under the steps pressed his forehead to the ground, not daring to move even a millimeter away.

"No news yet?"

The centipede-like brows furrowed, and a trace of displeasure appeared on the bear's face, and he said impatiently, "I remember they set off in the morning."

"Yes."

"too slow."

Xiong looked at the man at the foot of the steps with a sullen face and said, "Send someone over there. If you meet them on the road, urge them to hurry up. If your people arrive and they haven't set off on the road yet, you come back and tell me."

"yes!"

Looking at Yu walking out of the tent, Xiong touched the beard on his chin, feeling a little irritated for no reason.

Why haven't we returned to the thirty-man survivor stronghold after struggling for so long?

Could it be an accident?

But this possibility is very small.

Shaking his head, Xiong decided not to think about the problem and stood up from the chair.

Even if the opponent is too hard to chew, with the badger's vigilance, he will definitely be able to escape.

There is only one possibility for the lack of news for so long, and that is that they lost track of time while playing, or they spent a lot of time searching for the loot.

The bear was no longer worried and felt much more relaxed.

Especially when he thought of the almost broken "toy" lying paralyzed in the room, and that rough and ugly face, he couldn't help but squeeze out a frightening smile.

This winter shouldn't be too boring.