This Game Is Too Realistic

Around 1942, a German pilot needed to undergo up to six months of training and two months of aviation subjects before he could get the opportunity to enter an A/B level flight training school and receive training in flying light aircraft.

Only when the flight time exceeds hundreds of hours can the pilot obtain his pilot certificate and wings medal.

After that, they need to enter a C-level flight school to receive training on various aircraft types before they can fly twin-engine fighter jets or reconnaissance aircraft to the front line.

However, as the war situation became tense and supplies such as fuel and aircraft were in short supply, this situation quickly changed. After Mustache listened to Goering's report, he simply ordered the dissolution of the C-level flying school, and then the light aircraft in the B-level school were gradually replaced by gliders.

It is said that by the end of the war, the average German pilot had only 160 hours of training before going to the front line.

160 hours is still a bit too much.

From Mosquito's point of view, 80 hours of training is completely enough, and the remaining 80 hours can be spent training on top of the enemy's head. .

Also save some bullets and electricity.

Glider speed is not very fast.

As long as you stay calm and follow the methods he teaches, it won't be a big problem!

Mosquito spent the entire morning explaining the basics of flying to his young apprentices.

Several players who have flown gliders or played flight simulations in real life will chime in and add a few words from time to time.

In order to deepen his understanding, Mosquito dragged his only four training aircraft out of the hangar and asked players who were interested in flying with him to sit on them one by one. He explained the flying operations one by one.

Although many people are confused when they first come into contact with this thing, in short, just press the switch to the bottom, the speed exceeds the white line, and pull the joystick up, right?

When attacking the ground, use the reticle to aim at the target, and use tracer bullets to correct the trajectory when firing.

It sounds pretty simple.

After talking all morning, Mosquito's mouth went dry.

At this time, two little players covered in mud walked over from outside the airport.

Mosquito glanced at the two of them and seemed to recognize them.

One is Makabazi and the other goes up the mountain to hunt tigers. Both of them are farming players and work in the fields every day. It is said that their farming level has reached 5.

Although the reward of reaching level 10 in farming is very tempting, there are not many players who really have the perseverance to work hard in the fields.

As for players like them, who play "Wasteland OL" as a farm simulator, there are even fewer players.

Just as he was about to ask the two of them what happened, Makabazi raised his hand with a smile.

"Coach! Can we practice together?"

Going up the mountain to hunt tigers: "Good brother! Take us with you!"

"Sure, we welcome all comers!" Mosquito chuckled. Of course he would not refuse the little leeks delivered to his door, but he still felt a little strange in his heart. "By the way, aren't you two busy working in the fields every day? Why do you want to learn how to open leeks?" It’s a plane.”

And it's also a strength type.

Use the power department to fly a hammer plane.

Wouldn't it be nice to go to the artillery unit and shoot?

Facing the curious gaze of Brother Mosquito, he went up the mountain to hunt tigers and said with a smile.

"We're going to buy a plane to spread pesticides!"

Makabazi nodded excitedly: "I'm just like this guy!"

Mosquito was stunned for a moment. He was about to complain that these guys used his invention to do such unsolicited things, but he quickly remembered that in reality, gliders seemed to be used to spread pesticides...

Scratching the back of his head, Mosquito suppressed the words on his lips.

"Okay... Anyway, I'll teach you by the way."

Makabazi was overjoyed and hugged his shoulders.

"Thanks brother!"

"Gan! How can you wash your hands before taking advantage of me? I'll be covered in mud!"

The mosquito that broke away wiped the mud off his body and rolled his eyes at the playful Makabazi, "What do you want to learn? Just test subjects? Or do you want to practice other subjects together?"

Makabazi: "What other subjects do you have?"

Mosquito: "There are many of them. Ground attack subjects include close-air strafing, ballistic correction, and dive bombing——"

Before Mosquito could finish his words, he went up the mountain to hunt tigers and nodded quickly: "Learn! Learn this too!"

Makabazi gave him a strange look: "We're not going to the front line, why should we learn this?"

Going up the mountain to hunt tigers, he said excitedly: "Who said it can't be used if we can't go to the front line? It can be used for spraying pesticides! And if some wild boars or other strange species run into the fields, we can't catch up with our legs. Just get on the plane and hammer it!"

Makabazi was shocked.

"Fuck! Awesome!"

It was not only the Maca brothers who were shocked, but also the mosquitoes standing nearby. A second ago, I felt that they were not pursuing her, but now it seems that I have underestimated them.

Mosquito looked surprised and held Brother Tiger's shoulders, regardless of the mud on his body, and patted him hard several times in excitement.

"Because of your awareness, I will accept you as my apprentice! Don't worry, brother, I will definitely train you to become ace pilots!"

Brother Tiger smiled shyly and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

"Actually, there's no need to be so exaggerated. It's not like being an ace pilot. We can just be ordinary pilots."

The mosquito let out a hey.

"That's okay, you have to have what others have!"

"Every student who graduates from me is an ace pilot, and our graduation certificate is an ace pilot diploma!"

"Don't worry, every one of you will have a certificate by then!"

Macabazi: "Damn it! This is okay?!"

Go up the mountain to fight a tiger: "6666!"

"Low-key, low-key, hehe."

Looking at his two new apprentices, Mosquito's face was filled with a smile.

I didn’t expect that there are so many eager little players in this game.

He thought about it.

There seems to be no one in the training institution in this game. The military schools and literacy classes are filled with NPCs listening and giving lectures. There are not many players who can't speak the language and join in the fun.

However, if you want to be a hardcore gamer, how can you do it if you don’t learn some skills?

Since everyone has ignored this market, he might as well be the first to eat the crab!

In the future, everyone who graduates from him will be an "ace pilot", and he is the principal of the ace pilots!

…

After the training in the morning, Mosquito disbanded the team and flew away with his four senior brothers, hugging him and begging for help.

During this time, everyone is working towards the level of the corps, teaming up to increase contribution tasks, and striving to reach lv10 before the new expansion pack, and upgrade from stage f to stage e.

By the way, it also helps to get the team together.

This game is different from others. There is no real krypton gold equipment, nor is there a 999-point dragon-slaying sword or a blood-sucking +99 immortal armor. Although levels and equipment increase the upper and lower limits of players' combat power, they do not mean invincibility in an absolute sense.

Even if it is a heavy cavalry exoskeleton in the graduation version, it will still have to return home after receiving a heat bomb in the chest. Even a powerful awakened person has to lie down after being hit on the head.

It is said that there was shield technology in the pre-war era, and different types of shields were even developed for different types of weapons.

For example, the nitrogen shield on the manager's hammer can effectively weaken or even block bullets, explosive fragments, and projectiles.

But that is NPC equipment after all.

As we all know, NPC equipment is only for viewing. When it can be purchased in the store, it will be a few versions later.

Therefore, for players who plan to go to the front line, tacit cooperation with teammates is more important than simply improving the sequence level.

As for lone wolf players who don’t like fixed teams and have no interest in socializing, there is not nowhere to go.

The doors of the first and second corps are open to all players above level 5. There are also many single-player parties who choose the NPC corps, but they usually keep a low profile.

Although the NPC Corps is mainly focused on defense, it will also issue tasks to reinforce the front line and transport supplies during wartime. You can also obtain meritorious service and medals by completing these tasks.

If you discover during the battle that you actually have a talent for command, you can leave the team with your teammates and accumulated merits after the battle to form your own corps.

Chu Guang has designed a gameplay that allows them to find a gaming experience for almost every type of player he screens.

Managing the indigenous people with their own methods and managing the players with the players' methods has been a position he has always adhered to.

Preparing for the Northern Expedition is not just about professional combat players, but professional life players are also actively preparing for the upcoming new expansion pack in their own way...

…

The edge of Honghe Town.

Outside the fence of the Horseshoe Chamber of Commerce, a truck loaded with goods slowly passed the wooden sentry.

Honghe Town is different from Qingquan City. There is no unified large-scale survivor settlement here. The mine owners and chamber of commerce bosses all enclose their own territories and go about their own business behind closed doors.

However, compared to local slave owners, most foreign merchants and mercenaries still prefer to live in the homes of chamber of commerce bosses.

Although both are equally black, everyone is still more worried about being collared and shackled in the middle of the night than having their wallets emptied by unscrupulous merchants.

Not many people went to the slave owners' residences, and there was an endless stream of guests in front of the major chambers of commerce.

Over time, the latter gradually developed into a post station, and as the permanent population increased, it gradually became what it is now.

"Mati Town" is one of the larger survivor settlements around Honghe Town, and the one closest to Qingquan City.

However, there are fundamental differences between this place and the traditional settlement of survivors.

Generally, small and medium-sized survivor settlements are mostly xenophobic, but the degree of xenophobia varies.

However, here, immigrants account for 80% of the total population.

even more!

Sisi, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had been observing the pedestrians passing by.

Just looking at the clothes, skin color and demeanor, it is impossible to tell which ones are locals and which ones come here to do business from other places.

While Sisi was sizing up the NPCs, the NPCs standing on both sides of the road were also sizing them up.

Especially the truck and the cargo piled on the truck attracted the attention of many mercenaries and merchants.

“Why doesn’t this truck have a chimney?”

"It's probably a battery."

"Electric truck?! What if there is no power on the road?"

"It's okay for a short run... I recognize this thing. It seems to be called an 'electric mule'. It was made by those blue coats in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City."

"A blue gopher from the shelter? No wonder it looks so tender and tender."

"Wait, you mean electric mule?! The one with 50,000 silver coins?"

"should be!"

Fifty thousand silver coins!

The mercenaries who had been to Dawn City held their breath in unison, and many of them had expressions of envy on their faces.

In the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, 200 silver coins can be exchanged for an assault rifle!

This much money is enough to arm an army of 100 people!

What was even more enviable - even coveted - was that the back of that truck carried a whole load of light and heavy weapons and ammunition, which was worth at least twice as much as this truck or even more.

What makes them even more unbelievable is that in such a truck full of goods, there are actually two little girls sitting in the driver's and passenger's seats?

Although female mercenaries in the wasteland are not uncommon, they are completely different from them.

How on earth did these people get here safely!

"I, I always feel like a lot of people are watching us." Sesame paste, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said in a low voice as he tightened his helmet that hid the cat ears.

"Calm down and let them watch if you want to. This is a safe zone. We just need to go our own way."

Si Si, who was holding the steering wheel, glanced out the window.

Although Rourou's sequence level is not high and his combat effectiveness is hard to describe, his burly body is still quite intimidating.

Facing a big white bear wearing heavy armor, even the awakened ones have to walk around.

Coupled with the 10-caliber "Maxim II" on the roof and the restless tail that always likes to look around, it is more than enough to deter those with evil intentions.

They had a smooth journey.

Occasionally, if you meet someone walking the same road, others will usually walk around them.

The only threat they encountered was a group of jackals approaching them at night.

At that time, only Taitail and Rourou were online, and the situation was indeed somewhat dangerous.

Fortunately, the tail reacted quickly enough, and while the wolves were showing their teeth, they frightened the approaching wolves. They climbed onto the roof of the car and fired with a machine gun.

After leaving behind more than a dozen carcasses, the wolves quickly withdrew.

There is a saying that wolf meat is really unpalatable.

No matter how you do it, it always smells fishy.

Later, they sold these prey to the purchasing station in Garbage City, exchanged some supplies from local vendors, and then continued on the road.

"Oh oh oh! Is this Red River Town!"

"It's completely different from Boulder City! No one is afraid of me."

From the moment they passed the sentry post, Tails and Rourou were looking left and right excitedly.

There are square mud houses on both sides of the street. A row of vendors selling goods are crowded under the sheds along the street. Mercenaries carrying weapons shuttle through the narrow streets. The merchants holding ropes are spitting and buying. Home bargain.

The other end of the rope is sometimes a machine with a crawler chassis, sometimes a cow with sacks hanging on it, and sometimes a human being—or perhaps a bionic human.

Everything here is new to her.

The production team of "Wasteland OL" is not making a game!

Instead, it creates an almost real world!

This is too nice!

Listening to Rourou's speech on the communication channel, Sisi had a slightly subtle smile on his face.

"Well, I think they are actually afraid, but they don't dare to care about us... How about you hang a rope around your neck and hold it yourself?"

Rourou immediately protested.

"Wait, that's too weird. At least someone can hold it for me, right?"

Sesame paste:"……?"

Sisi: "?"

The only one who didn't hear anything wrong with this sentence was Tai Tail. Standing on the roof of the car, she was still immersed in the joy of unlocking a new map.

"Si! Speaking of which, this place is obviously called Red River Town. Why didn't we see the river along the way?!"

Sisi: "Maybe before the war?"

Tails: "Oh! That's it! By the way, I heard that there are a lot of bugs here, and there are also big bugs that are tens of meters long!"

"Bug, bug?! Where?!"

The nervous Sesame paste nervously held the revolver under the seat and looked out the window, but saw nothing.

Tails: "It's not here, I saw what everyone said on the forum!"

Sisi: "Oh! It's awesome."

Tails: "Damn! Sisi is so perfunctory!"

"After all, I'm driving. The road here is too narrow...wait a moment." He soothed the energetic tail with a coaxing tone, but Sisi's thoughts couldn't help but drift to the official website.

I heard that if you go all the way west, beyond the boundaries of the River Valley Province and into the Luoxia Province, you will find an endless sea of ​​sand to the west.

It sounds much more spectacular than here.

"Go and have a look if you have a chance."

The trading post in Horseshoe Town is not far from the main entrance.

Sisi parked the truck next to the unloading point, opened the door and jumped out. He exchanged a few words with the staff next to the unloading point using non-standard human couplets. Several porters soon came over to help them move the goods on the truck. The cargo was unloaded.

The person in charge of settling the goods was a man in a leather jacket, with a brown scarf around his neck and a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Sisi noticed that his left arm was a mechanical prosthesis, but judging from the mottled rust, it must have been used for a long time.

Before walking to the goods, the man consciously put out his cigarette and stuffed it back into his pocket, apparently planning to continue smoking for a while.

"LD-47 rifles, 88 mortars, 20 light cavalry guns, and KV-1 exoskeletons and ammunition are all what we need. But before I give you a valuation, I need to know what you want? Slaves? Or mines? ? Spot goods? Or coupons?"

v will translate some keywords.

Combining his own understanding with the guide on the official website, Sisi generally understood what he said and answered in a concise tone.

"Ore, ready stock."

The man raised his eyebrows.

"Do you have a quotation?"

Sisi didn't say anything, but took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to him.

Before setting off from Dawn City, she had browsed other players' posts on the forum. She had already understood the market situation here in advance, and had calculated the supplies she planned to purchase in advance and made a list.

She felt that it would be more efficient than having to pick and choose on the spot, bargaining with the locals who spoke a lot of dialects in unfamiliar Chinese couplets, and in the end being seen as a layman or causing unnecessary misunderstandings.

The man took a look at the list and frowned slightly.

"Copper, nickel, zinc, and sulfur are all easy to talk about, but as for platinum... we don't have it in inventory. I'm afraid you have to wait until tomorrow. Or I can settle the platinum part for you with coupons, and you can take the coupons to the nearby mine. You can also pick up the goods.”

Sis frowned, thought for a moment and then shook his head.

"Other goods are delivered in stock, and platinum is delivered to the military base of the new alliance."

The man looked at her twice in surprise.

"Are you from the New Alliance?"

Si Siyan replied concisely and concisely.

"Yes."

With a bit more fear in his eyes, the man said nothing, accepted the list, and called on his porters to start loading the goods into the truck.

After returning to the truck, Sis looked at his teammates and said.

"Plans have changed. The platinum stock is gone. We have to stay here all night."

"Do you live here?" Taili asked with eyes shining.

"Of course, go back to the nearby save point... By the way, can you fall asleep here? It's so noisy here." Sisi said helplessly.

Tai Wei opened v and looked at the map. It seemed that he didn't know where his military base was.

Sesame Paste asked curiously.

"What is that platinum used for?"

Si Si replied casually: "The order from the chemical plant should be for catalysts for acid production. It is probably intended to expand the production capacity of nitric acid."

Tails: "Acid?"

Sisi: "For the production of smokeless gunpowder."

Rourou looked at Sisi in surprise.

"Do you still understand this?"

Sisi's expression was a little subtle.

"e...I didn't understand it originally."

"You can understand everything after playing this game."

…

at the same time.

Horseshoe Town Center, Chamber of Commerce headquarters.

The man sitting in the office frowned slightly as he looked at the inventory list handed over by his subordinates.

"Sulfur, copper...and platinum, have all stocks bottomed out?"

The subordinate standing in front of the desk nodded.

"Well, most of them were bought by caravans coming from Qingquan City."

The man thought for a moment, then stood up and walked to the wall. He looked at the map on the wall and thought for a long time.

His eyes fell on Xizhou City in the north of Qingquan City. A hint of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he clenched his fists subconsciously.

"Very good!"

The new alliance plans to take action against the Bone Chewing Tribe!

If they successfully capture Xizhou City, the Snake Clan stationed in ts City will fall into a passive situation of being attacked from both sides.

By then, the pressure on Honghe Town will also be reduced a lot.

Of course, he saw much more than that.

If the war machine in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City is fully activated, they will make a lot of money!

"Sir?" The subordinate looked at his back and whispered.

Looking away from the map, the man did not explain anything to his subordinates, but simply gave a brief instruction.

"Raise the sulfur and copper stocks and get down there."

Restraining his excitement, the man returned to his desk, took out the communicator in the drawer, and called the mine owner who had been supplying them.

"my friend."

"The opportunity to make a fortune is here!"