Chapter 229

"I always thought I was just an emotionless killing machine in FPS games and a task master who likes to rummage in RPG Games."

"Until this morning, I found a familiar person missing from the guard."

"I don't know the name of the guard, only that he is probably the oldest one in the guard."

"Like other nameless NPCs, his life is very regular. He works only three things every day, namely training, guarding and patrolling. In addition, he also has a holiday every week, usually Thursday or Sunday. On that day, he will sit by the lake and watch us fishing to kill time."

"I'm not bragging. As a senior fishing friend, I can see at a glance whether a person is fishing material. Few people can stand to get nothing all day, but he can sit next to us and watch us empty all afternoon."

"So I asked the mosquito to make a fishing rod for me, warned him not to get some superfluous functions on it, and then gave the fishing rod to the old man."

"The old man was very happy. He said a lot of thanks to me and wanted to give me silver coins. Seeing that I didn't accept them, he gave me a dagger the next day. At first, I thought it was a task prop and was very excited, but later I found it wasn't, it was just an ordinary gift. But even so, this unique feeling is still very interesting."

"Later, I taught him how to swing, how to nest, and how to make simple traps with bottles to catch leech cubs as bait. Sometimes we take the fish to the warehouse or market for sale, and sometimes roast it."

"I'm like Robinson. I know everything a little. And he's like Friday. He's not very smart, but he's easy to learn. He's curious about everything we have."

"Occasionally I will complain to him and complain about some real troubles, and he will also say something about himself, maybe about adventure, maybe about what he wants to do in the future, or something else."

"Even if we don't understand what each other is saying, unexpectedly, it doesn't hinder our communication. From him, I have learned a lot of interesting words, even if I still don't know what they mean to this day."

"But... Everything came to an abrupt end this morning."

"The solemn looking guards stood in a row at the north gate of Changchang farm and fired three shots into the sky. I saw a teenager carry his body into the truck, watch them send him to cremation, and then take his ashes to the lake, half on the shore and half in the lake."

"Maybe this is his last wish."

"At that moment, I suddenly felt that those NPCs were like living people, not just a cold program."

"I never thought that one day I would become friends with the characters in the game, and I never thought that I would feel sad because of an unexpected departure."

"For a moment, I hope I died that night."

"I would like to commemorate a fishing friend who will not come back."

"Even if I don't know his name in the end, I will remember the story about him, even if only I remember."

The post is very long.

The floor is very high.

Chu Guang seldom saw Shao Tuo Du Zi's post on the forum before, but occasionally saw his reply in some posts.

This time he wrote a lot.

In the follow-up replies, he told about the old man's memories from the perspective of friends, including some interesting things that happened during fishing.

Although it's not a magnificent story, it's all simple little things, but those words seem to be alive.

Makabazi: "touch the fisherman..."

Tail: "well."

Si Si: "sorry, I couldn't save your friend."

WC really has mosquitoes: "it's uncomfortable. If only NPC could revive."

Feng Feng: "well, but from another perspective, it may be because NPC has only one life, so we feel that the world in the game is very real. What we create is not just a meaningless number, but something endowed with soul."

Night ten: "Hey, I know, but I still feel kind..."

Lao Bai: "this game is always too real in redundant places."

Fang Chang: "it's like an elusive life."

Rattan: "hey..."

Crow crow: "well, it hurts."

Chu Guang saw the end and was silent for a long time. He typed a lot of words in the reply, but finally he deleted it by pressing the backspace key.

Over and over again for a long time.

There was only one sentence left.

Light: "his name is auspicious."

……

The morning sun rose as usual the next day.

Although many people will never come back, life still has to go on.

For people living on waste land, death is the norm. People who are not strong enough in their hearts died two centuries ago. They can't hold on to the present with weak ideas.

The training of the guard went on as usual.

Thirty new faces joined in and went to Changchang farm for training.

Most of them come from refugee camps and sign up voluntarily.

Perhaps it was inspired by those heroic deeds, or perhaps it was just because of the steaming barbecue that made them feel that they had found their own destination on the waste land.

They don't want to go back to wandering life.

There was no way out. They decided to take up arms and defend order and peace here with their own hands.

The door of the sanatorium.

A big fat mouse got out of the door, leaned down in the face of the rising snow, and spit out words.

"MMP! I'm alive!"

Mouse man has this advantage.

Others need three days to live. They only need ob one day to go online.

It happened that Wang Fugui, an elf who came out of the sanatorium just went online, took an unexpected look at this guy and asked curiously.

"When did you die?"

"When else can I die? That night! I didn't even have a gun, but they all hit under my nose. I can only harden my scalp."

At this point, he forced people to sigh.

"Hey, I'm angry when I think of it. Mmpd, I just saw a gun ready to rush up to pick it up, and then I was caught by a hyena."

Fairy Wang Fugui: "ah, this..."

Mutant hyenas.

Is this the most common strange thing on waste soil?

Although it is a little better than a gnawing eater, it is not much better. Because of its sensitive sense of smell and good night vision, many predators like to raise it. Basically, it is a heterogeneous species that novices can easily deal with. Even hyenas can't win. He generally suggests deleting numbers.

But

I heard hyenas belong to cat suborder?

There's nothing wrong with blood pressure.

The cat's ear on the top of his head moved gently, and he looked at the fat mouse sympathetically.

"That's too bad..."

I'm ashamed.

She didn't notice what he died.

On the other side of the square, carrying the tail of a rifle, he also just came out of the sanatorium.

But compared with yesterday's energetic, the expression seemed somewhat depressed.

At a glance, she could see what was on her mind, Si comforted.

"Ann, the tail has worked very hard. It's a pity, but there's no way. If you want to scold, scold the dog. It's too difficult."

"Well, I'm fine. I just think I'd be better... But then again, aren't you afraid of being targeted when you say such words in the game?"

For the rumors spread on the forum, don't talk about planning in the game or forum, otherwise Africans will die on the spot.

Although it is metaphysics, sometimes I have to believe it.

Si Si immediately lowered his head, put his hands together and sincerely reversed the dart.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please forgive a girl who said something without thinking."

"Gee!" the tail looked at her in surprise. "You're too fast?"

At this time, they happened to pass by the guard station of the outpost.

The tail subconsciously looked over there and suddenly stopped.

Si Si also stopped and cast a query line of sight at her.

"What's the matter?"

"Look over there."

The tail pointed in the direction of the guard.

Si Si looked in the direction she pointed, and saw a wall next to the bulletin board.

Was it built yesterday?

There was an expression of surprise on Seth's face.

She didn't find out at all before.

I saw nails nailed to the wall, and some iron cards hung on the nails.

"What's hanging on the wall?"

"Well... There are twenty-five in total. What's written on it is probably the name? It's probably a soldier card or something."

It was a memorial wall.

This design has a waste soil style.

Is this the colored egg of the production team?

Si Si suddenly found that tail's mood seemed to be better than just now.

"Let's go," said the energetic tail, "in order to promote the first echelon as soon as possible, there's no time to waste! Everyone at the outpost is waiting for the tail to guard!"

Si Si's face also couldn't help smiling.

Sure enough.

Or a lively tail is more lovely.

Although she felt that everyone should not expect them to help.

"Oh!"

"In order to get the MVP next time, we have to refuel."

……

North of Yumu district.

An abandoned town is located on the edge of the forest. Even the roaring north wind can't disperse the bloody smell deposited there.

There were more than 100 survivors living here, living a basically isolated life.

However, just a month ago, a group of marauders arrived here and completely turned the isolated town into a hell on earth.

Some people could not stand the torture. They were slaughtered and hung on the wall. A few people survived and became their slaves.

The marauders occupied their homes, took their winter food, transformed their houses into fortresses, placed wooden bunkers on the streets and windows, dug trenches and built simple fortifications.

It's not like a predator would do.

Even if they had slaves to use, few knew how and where to dig trenches and foxholes.

Building a position is a very exquisite knowledge. For the marauders who are used to harassing and attacking by small forces, they rush up and disperse in a mass, this is a skill that they can't use at ordinary times.

Thanks to their staff, the man named Bernie.

As the former commander of the Legion, his understanding and application of light infantry tactics can be said to have reached a perfect level.

After all, none of the people who survived the indiscriminate bombing of the Great Rift Valley is a layman.

Not just building positions.

The defense deployment from the inside to the outside and the patrol route of the patrol team were personally planned by the chief of staff.

Therefore, when Yang Er, covered with snow, stumbled out of the tree forest, he was immediately found by the predators patrolling with dogs.

"Don't shoot!"

"Don't shoot! I'm my own!"

Seeing that the two predator sentinels aimed at themselves, Yang Er immediately threw his gun on the snow and hurriedly raised his hands.

"Own people?"

The predator walking in front looked up and down at him suspiciously with a gun in his hand.

"Which account do you belong to? Who is your boss?"

Even have no time to breathe, Yang Er immediately said.

"Grey wolf! I'm the Scout under the grey wolf tent... Please take me to the commander. I have something important to report!"

The two marauders exchanged their eyes. They didn't think he was lying, so they took him to the checkpoint near the town, searched him there, and sent someone to report the situation to the commander.

After learning the news, the Commander agreed to meet him.

Soon, Yang ER was taken there.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw the man sitting in the chair. He immediately knelt on the ground, his forehead stuck to the floor, and was afraid to say a word.

Leaning lazily, the lion's teeth sitting on the chair looked down at him and said slowly.

"You lost?"

Yang Er swallowed his saliva and lowered his head.

"Yes, my Lord."

Bernie, sitting next to the lion's teeth, looked at him and said.

"Tell me what happened the night before yesterday."

Dare not hide, Yang Er immediately whispered.

"... after all the preparations were made, we launched a raid on the Changjiu farm under the command of the gray wolf. However, the resistance of the survivors was more tenacious than we thought. We once conquered their wall, but more and more reinforcements came soon, and we were outnumbered in the end."

Yang Er described in detail what happened at that time.

Including their fierce battle with the defenders at the north gate, including the rubber tracks of local survivors, including the amazing "rapid fire gun".

"Quadruple mounted anti-aircraft guns, but also high explosive bombs..." Bernie, standing next to the lion's teeth, listened carefully to the Scout's statement. After thinking for a long time, he looked dignified and said, "these survivors are difficult to deal with."

In particular, he did not expect to install rubber tracks on the truck. What made him more confused was, where did these people get so much rubber?

The expression on lion tooth's face was indifferent.

After all, he didn't expect the gray wolf to fight down the survivor stronghold.

Looking at the scouts kneeling on the ground, he continued.

"Where's the gray wolf?"

With his head clinging to the floor, Yang said timidly.

"I don't know... The gray wolf told him that he wanted to stay behind."

After the break?

This sentence successfully amused the lion's teeth.

That's a euphemism.

But it doesn't matter. Anyway, that guy is also a useless chess piece. It's good to test the strength of the survivors in the northern suburbs of Qingquan city with the lives of some foreigners.

And it can also stimulate the cunning snake to act first.

You can kill two birds with one stone... Oh, no, three birds with one stone.

"Go away."

Hearing those three words, Yang Er felt as if his shoulder had been removed from a mountain. He was instantly relieved. He didn't realize that his back had been soaked with sweat.

"Thank you, sir!"

Afraid to stay here for another second, he hurriedly turned and stepped back.

The door closed.

Lion tooth looked at the staff sitting aside and said in a casual tone.

"Unexpectedly, it all went out."

Bernie gave him a strange look.

"I thought you did it on purpose."

Lion teeth shook his head gently.

"You misunderstood me. I didn't want to let him die outside. I just wanted to take this opportunity to beat this dishonest guy. I didn't expect that this guy had such an iron head that he paid for more than 150 people and himself."

Bernie said.

"What's the signal gun you gave him?"

Lion teeth said with a smile.

"For the black snake, of course."

Bernie was silent for a moment.

Somehow, he suddenly thought of general Klaas, whose life and death were unknown, and the massive but ultimately defeated expedition.

Maybe they are also abandoned pieces.

Who knows?

Those big people never tell them everything. At most, they only tell them what to do now.

Including now.

He still didn't understand why his officers chose to join a group of aborigines. The people in the Rift Valley didn't kill them all. They didn't have the opportunity to go home.

"If the gray wolf is captured, he will tell all our information to those people, which is not a good thing."

Lion teeth smiled faintly and said.

"I know, but what's the matter? Our strength is much stronger than them. Even if we look at each other's cards, we have a better chance of winning. Now the only suspense is how long they can last under the attack of the black snake. We must choose a right time to enter the battlefield, not too early or too late... What do you think? My friend."

Bernie thought for a moment and shook his head.

"I don't know, but I'm afraid it's not easy for the black snake to win."

The lion's teeth disapproved.

"With what machine gun?"

Bernie continued.

"It's not a matter of a certain piece of equipment, but the survivors in the northern suburbs obviously have industrial capabilities and have prepared for the war all winter. We have very limited information and know nothing about their logistics. If the war is delayed too long, I'm afraid it's not a good thing for us."

On the contrary, if they can win this survivor settlement, the benefits they can get from it will also be huge.

A survivor's stronghold with industrial capacity is much richer than those agricultural communities.

In the several strongholds they robbed before, there were only some croissants and green wheat left in the warehouse. If they can beat the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, their chances of winning the attack on Boulder City will be much higher.

The lion's teeth touched his chin.

"How do you think we should end the war as soon as possible?"

Bernie said.

"It is the best choice to act together with the friendly forces in the southern suburb of Tianshui city."

"That's impossible," Shiya interrupted. "I know that guy so well that he won't cooperate with us."

Bernie gave a bitter smile.

Noticing the expression on the staff member's face, Shiya smiled and comforted him.

"Don't worry, this hard bone may be a little hard to bite, but it's just a little. We have an absolute advantage in terms of equipment and manpower. Even one spit can drown them."

"As long as our friendly forces take action to contain their positive forces, I will immediately take my brothers and appear on their flanks unexpectedly to cooperate with our friendly forces to annihilate them in one fell swoop!"

"Don't you think the plan is perfect?"

Moreover, some people can be assigned to seize their stronghold ahead of the black snake.

When the cunning and greedy guy sees his own flag floating above the long farm, he will blow his lungs.

At the thought of this, lion tooth's face couldn't help showing a happy expression.

Looking at the optimistic centurion, Bernie sighed softly in his heart.

"You're right."

"This may be a good plan."

If only everything could go as smoothly as planned.

It's 20 kilometers away from Changjiu farm, and the 20 kilometers of snow is hard to walk. There are forests and ruins during this period. I'm afraid the team will be very long and consume a lot of physical strength.

Assuming that the black snake really got their plan and decided to start a lightning attack before the end of winter, I'm afraid the 20 km snow will become the biggest variable in the battle.

Can they really kill the flanks of those people like a divine army when the war is most anxious?

It's not as simple as drawing on a map.

Just then, footsteps came from the door, and a predator came in quickly.

There was an excited expression on the man's face.

After entering the room, he knelt on one knee and said in an excited tone.

"My Lord!"

"The snake finally got out of its nest!"

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(the next chapter will be a little later... If it doesn't come out at twelve, it should be one. Say sorry to my brothers, and I'll finish writing before lunch.)