This Game Is Too Realistic

"Come and live, come and live!"

"Are we going to fight again? It's great, we haven't fought for a long time!"

"Gan! Why are there only 50 people? Are you all so fast?"

"If you hesitate, you will lose!"

"Can I go with you if you don't have a mission? It's okay if you don't have money. I'm just going to watch the plot!"

"The goblin bazooka is for sale in the front row! It's a big sale at a loss, 5 silver coins a shot! If you can't buy it, you'll suffer a loss, if you can't buy it, you can't be fooled!"

"Give me one, I owe you the money first!"

"Get out of here!"

The west entrance of the outpost.

A large group of players carried their weapons and ammunition and ran to the open space in front of the trench to gather.

It was so lively that it didn't look like there was going to be a war, but rather like a festival.

Especially a certain young player who was particularly punished went to the warehouse to rent a caravan and packed the barrel, gun mount, and shells in it.

They even hired a newbie from the strength department to help pull the cart.

"Boss! Can, can you fire a shot for me?"

When Mosquito heard this, he immediately became happy and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"It's necessary! Good brother! Listen to my command in a moment, and you can light the fire!"

"okay!!!"

Anyone with eyes could see such a big movement.

The nomads who came back from fetching water from the lake looked over in surprise, looked at each other, and chattered.

"What are they going to do?"

"Is there a war?"

"They all have guns in their hands!"

"Who are you going to fight? Predators? Or aliens?"

Carrying two plastic buckets filled with water, the sisters Qiucao and Qiuye looked curiously at the manager who walked out of the west door.

The two people's eyes fell on his back - the impressive hammer.

"It's so big..."

"The hammer must be at least dozens of kilograms, right?"

"The armor also looks very heavy. Is it made of steel?"

"He's not tired at all!"

"You can't stare at people all the time. It's not polite."

"Um, okay...wait! Why are you just talking about Qiuye? The person who has been staring at me is obviously you, my sister, right?"

Qiucao red-faced and repeated.

"No, you can't be rude."

More and more nomads are attracted by the movement here.

Watching from a distance of tens of meters, they looked at the soldiers in front of the trench curiously and discussed what happened.

Is this going to be a war?

People will die in war.

But why are the expressions on the faces of those soldiers so excited?

Aren't they afraid of death at all?

Many nomads couldn't help but feel a sense of awe in their hearts. The morale of these blue coats was even more impressive than the weapons in their hands!

While the tribesmen were discussing, the tribe leader Tie Ax walked out of the crowd with several hunters carrying bows, arrows and javelins.

Arriving in front of the manager, Wu Tiaxu clasped his fists and said respectfully.

"Sir, these people behind me are the elites of our clan. As long as you nod, we will be the sharpest spears in your hands!"

Chu Guang glanced at him and wanted to politely refuse his kindness.

But at this time, Chu Guang's heart suddenly moved slightly, and he changed his words temporarily, nodded and said.

"You'll be with me in a moment."

"Yes! Sir."

Instructing Yu Hu, Wu Tiexu and others to wait where they were, Chu Guang walked up to the players. Under the anticipation of countless pairs of eyes, he read out the lines he had spent ten minutes thinking up.

"For a long time, the people of Beit Street have endured the oppression of the mayor. Under his rule, they were starving, impoverished, and struggling to survive. And all the money he had collected through expropriation went into his hands. One person’s pocket is only used to satisfy one person’s selfish desires.”

"His crimes are too numerous to describe. But now, not only has he targeted us, but he has also broken through the bottom line of our tolerance. He secretly colluded with our mortal enemy, the Blood Hand Clan, concluded a secret alliance, and even instigated them to launch an invasion against us. !”

"Justice may be late, but it will certainly not be absent. Now is the time to let that greedy old leech know what will happen if he offends us."

"Everyone, come with me!"

In the open space in front of the trench, the roar of excitement was deafening.

“Liberate Beit Street!”

"For the little fish!"

"Ouch!!"

…

Bate Street.

Central castle.

The study room on the top floor was pushed open violently, and a guard wearing a deerskin coat rushed in, walked through a long row of bookshelves and walked to the mayor.

"Sir! There are many people coming from the north of us! Yes, there are more than fifty!"

"How many?!"

The mayor's expression suddenly changed. He immediately stood up, grabbed the door and rushed out of the study. He quickly walked through the corridor and walked around to the tower, and climbed to the top of the highest tower in the castle.

The north wind is hunting outside the high tower.

He came out of the room before he could put on his coat, and his body was trembling with fat. Regardless of the cold, he grabbed the telescope hanging on the side and looked towards the north.

I saw a group of people wearing fur coats and holding long and short guns in their hands. They looked more like predators than predators, advancing menacingly in the direction of Beit Street.

On this cold day with the north wind howling, a drop of sweat broke out on the old mayor's forehead.

Turning back suddenly, he grabbed the guard who was chasing him to the top of the tower, and roared loudly with spittle flying everywhere.

"Quick, call all the guards, pick up weapons and go to the north gate!"

"Also, send someone to find Charlie and ask him to mobilize the hunters on Beit Street! All men over 14 years old must gather at the door of the armory!"

"Going right now!"

The guard's legs trembled after being yelled at, and he nodded repeatedly.

"Yes Yes!"

The castle bell rang rapidly, breaking the tranquility of Beit Street.

The survivors standing on the street had no idea what was happening. They thought the looters were coming. They rushed towards their homes, packed their things and prepared to escape, making a mess in panic.

Hearing the rapid ringing of the bell, old Charlie did not panic at all. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief, and a stone fell to the ground in his heart.

If something stupid is destined to happen, the only thing you can do is make it happen faster.

For example, if a town mayor who is full of idiots lights the powder keg before he does something even more stupid, fewer poor people will be implicated.

If nothing else, he will soon send someone to find him and ask him to mobilize the hunters on Beit Street to stand on the wall and fight the blue coats to the end.

After closing the door curtain of the grocery store, the old man picked up a cane and hid in the panicked crowd.

At the same time, the armory door on the side of the castle opened.

The guard wearing a deerskin coat took the iron barrel rifle and ammunition from the captain's hand, and then rushed to the north entrance quickly, standing behind the bunker and waiting.

However, this bunker made of scrap metal pieces and concrete garbage did not give them much sense of security.

In addition to a few veterans with wrinkled faces, many young guards had panic and anxiety on their faces, and nervous sweat oozed from the hands holding their guns.

Big forces like the Bloody Hand Clan will not come after collecting protection fees.

Usually their opponents are all mutants, and the most dangerous ones are just a few mutated brown bears. Only in rare cases would you encounter predators who came to blackmail you without opening your eyes, and the combat effectiveness of those people was usually not ordinary, they didn't even have a rifle, and they were not even as good as the hunters in the town.

This is the first time for many young guards to encounter a situation like this!

After looking around at the guards around him, Old Walter, who was holding a shotgun, had a solemn look on his face.

Including himself, there were only 11 people in total, half of whom were the guards at the old mayor's house. The total number of bullets fired in a year may not be 30.

The guard captain on the side cursed angrily at his subordinates.

"Where are the people? That's it? Where are the hunters in the town? Give them guns and let them disperse into the building outside!"

The young guard held his rifle and said tremblingly.

"Old Charlie has gone to mobilize... he should be here soon."

"It's too late," Old Walter looked outside the bunker, "Those people are already here."

Snow-covered streets.

A group of soldiers wearing fur coats and carrying long and short rifles, led by a man wearing heavy armor, appeared at the end of the street and spread out behind the surrounding bunkers.

The two sides are two hundred meters apart and have entered combat distance!

However, no one moved, they just faced each other nervously.

At this moment, Walter's brows suddenly shrank, and he saw a jet black gun barrel pushed out from the corner of the street on the other side!

They actually have cannons? !

The barrel was about as long as a leg, and was probably made of casting. The wall of the barrel was quite thick, and the black muzzle exuded a penetrating cold light.

Although it looks simple, no one dares to underestimate its power.

The guard captain on the side swallowed his saliva, finally lost his composure and shouted loudly towards the opposite side.

"Who are you? What are you doing here!"

nonsense……

Does this stupid question even need to be asked?

Walter complained in his mind, silently loaded the shotgun in his hand, stretched out the barrel, and aimed at the opposite side.

However, at this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.

I saw a man wearing an animal skin coat. He raised his hands to show that he had no weapons. He stood up from behind the bunker and walked out.

Old Walter narrowed his eyes.

Having watched the gate for decades, he recognized almost every face on the street.

Apparently not only did he recognize the man's identity, but several young guards nearby also recognized him and whispered to him.

"Zhao Shu?"

"It seems...it's really him!"

"Hiss... isn't he dead? I saw that his family had a funeral."

"I remember! It happened last month. It seems that when I went to hunt deer in the north, I bumped into people from the Bloody Hand clan... and the second son of the Yang family was also arrested."

"Yang Ergou?"

"Yes, yes, that's the guy!"

While the guards were discussing, Zhao Shu, who had walked ten or twenty meters forward, stopped and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Folks, I'm Zhao Shu! I'm here to help you!"

"Help us?"

The guard captain behind the bunker smiled coldly and shouted at Zhao Shuli who was standing in the snow, "Is this how you help us when you say you are helping us?"

Zhao Shu instinctively felt fear when he saw the guard captain.

But when he thought of the dozens of soldiers behind him who were supporting him, and what the manager had said to him before, the fire ignited in his eyes again, and his waist that had just been bent a little straightened up again.

Looking at the fellow villagers behind the bunker, he raised his voice and said loudly.

"A month ago, the second son of the Yang family and I went to the north to hunt deer. Unfortunately, we were captured by the predators of the Blood Hand clan and thrown into their dungeon. Just when I thought I was dead, it was us My neighbors...these people behind me rescued me from the dungeon of the looters."

There was a commotion among the guards behind the bunker, with shock on their faces.

Rescued from the Reaver's dungeon?

Does this mean that the Bloody Hand clan has been eliminated by them? !

Zhao Shu continued without pausing.

"They not only gave me food, clothing, and fuel, but also arranged work and shelter for me to protect me from hunger and cold. They not only accepted me, but also accepted other captives who were rescued together. There is nothing more to it than that. Meaning, I just want you to know that they are not our enemies—"

"That's nonsense!" the guard captain yelled, "You're an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf! Just because outsiders threw you two bones, you wagging your tail and begging for mercy from them, willing to be their dog, and even turning your wolf into a wolf." Turn your teeth on your countrymen! Where is your conscience?"

Zhao Shu became angry and shouted loudly.

"Conscience? How dare you say conscience? Tell me loudly, who is feeding the unfamiliar white-eyed wolf? We scavenge, hunt, and exchange our lives for chips, but what do we get? We pay tribute to him every year and endure him He was exploited and used the money he earned to buy the garbage he picked out, and he had to be ridiculed by those predators outside!"

"Tell me, where was he when I was thrown into the dungeon by the predators? He never protected anyone, he only had eyes for himself, and when we needed him, he didn't even step out of his own Castle step!”

"From the beginning, the vampire living in the castle has been the same as the Blood Hand clan! He used the fruits of our labor to honor the plunderers, and even helped the villains to suck our flesh and blood! Do you think Am I kidding? Just yesterday, that vampire actually wrote a letter and sent it to the Bloody Hand clan in an attempt to encourage those villains to loot our neighbors!"

With that said, Zhao Shu took out a letter from his arms and raised it high.

"Want me to read it to you?"

Hearing these words, Old Walter opened his eyes wide.

The young guards next to them also had surprised expressions on their faces.

Are the old mayor and the Bloody Hand clan members together?

real or fake? !

Seeing the shaken eyes of the guards around him, sweat broke out on the forehead of the guard captain.

His first reaction was that these demagogic words were definitely not thought up by this country bumpkin who didn’t even know the words.

Someone must have taught him that!

If this guy is allowed to continue talking, I'm afraid this battle will be lost without even having to fight.

As a direct descendant of the mayor, he is also a vested interest. Regardless of right or wrong, the guard captain's position was determined. He must stand on the mayor's side.

What's more, the situation is actually not that bad. Although there are dozens of people on the opposite side, there are hundreds of survivors on Beit Street.

Now that the armory has been opened, as long as Old Charlie mobilizes the survivors in the town, they may not lose in a fight!

Making a quick judgment, looking at Zhao Shu who had already started reading the letter, the guard captain shouted loudly.

"Fire!"

However, no shots were fired and no one responded to his orders.

Listening to the almost flattering and flattering content in the letter, not only the young guards, but also old Walter fell silent, staring at the shotgun in his hand for a long time.

The guard captain gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with anger.

He no longer waited, picked up the rifle in his hand, aimed at the country bumpkin pretending to read a letter 150 meters away, and pulled the trigger.

Snapped!

Whoosh——

The first bullet flew past Zhao Shu's face and hit the snowdrift behind him. He was so frightened that he immediately threw himself aside and hid behind the car wreckage buried in the heavy snow.

Old Walter's expression changed, and he looked in horror at the guard captain who pulled the gun bolt and continued shooting, and said silently.

"Are you crazy!?"

The guard captain glared at him fiercely, then glared at the guards huddled behind the bunker.

"Why are I being polite to the predator? If you don't want to die, just hit me!"

Across the street, seeing the bullet marks not far away, the players not only did not panic at all, but started shouting excitedly.

"Boss! Fire from the other side!"

"Stop talking nonsense to them, let's do it!"

"Attack them!"

Although there are some deviations from the plan, since the other side has opened fire.

Chu Guang no longer hesitated and looked at the mosquito not far away. In the sight of his long-awaited sight, he waved his right hand forward.

"beat!"

"Okay!" After receiving the order to fire, Mosquito glanced at Mengxin who was standing on the running position, and shouted excitedly at the top of his voice, "Wait El!"

The shooting Zhuyuan had already been set, and the newbie in the strength department immediately lit the fuse behind the iron cannon, and then covered his ears.

Bang——!

Fire and white smoke erupted, and thunderous artillery shells drew parabolas in the air and hit the north gate of Beit Street.

"boom!"

Accompanied by thick white smoke and scattered fireworks, the wooden door exploded as if it had been struck by lightning!

The guard captain who had been standing behind the bunker and firing was suddenly frightened and retreated behind the bunker.

At this time, a whistle came from far away in the street, followed by a shocking shout of killing, like a rolling wave rushing towards the defensive position.

"Fire! Shoot them all!"

He roared and ordered the guards around him to fight back, but no one paid any attention to him.

The already low morale was shattered by the sound of the cannon. Listening to the sharp whistle and shouting to kill, let alone sticking out the head to shoot, it was considered brave not to drop the bunker and escape.

Seeing that the other guards were frightened, Old Walter couldn't help but think of what happened a long time ago.

Long, long ago, when he was still young, Beit Street had been sacked once by a raiding party of the Bloodhand Clan.

At that time, there were 12 people in the guard, and 11 of them were killed. Only two people survived.

Even if the hunters in the town are successfully mobilized, what will happen?

These people are ruthless people who have even leveled the Bloody Hand Clan's lair. To level them down is probably just a matter of charging.

Besides...

Old Walter had just recognized the man who ordered the attack. He was the blue coat who had stayed on Beit Street for a while and later disappeared.

If these people came out of the shelter, they wouldn't necessarily embarrass poor people like them.

"Surrender... The reinforcements haven't come yet, and they probably won't come. There are only 11 of us here, so we can't be their opponent."

Old Walter put down the gun in his hand.

Looking at the guard captain who turned his gun and aimed it at him, he sighed and said.

"Why bother? Now that no one is dead on either side, they might not treat the prisoners of war too badly."

The guard captain's face turned pale and his fingers trembled.

"Don't push me."

Old Walter reached out and held the barrel of his gun without moving, looking at him seriously.

"If you must fight, shoot."

"A lot of people are going to die today, so it's not a bad thing to be in front."

Seeing the guard captain's expression change from fierce to stiff, and then from stiff to desperate, Old Walter breathed a sigh of relief and slowly took the rifle off his trembling hand.

"Thank you for giving us all a chance to live."

There was no blood on the guard captain's face, and he forced a weak smile.

"hope."