This Game is Too Real

Language difficulties?

Unable to communicate?

For Chu Guang, this is not a problem at all.

As a tool man, it is enough to master a few simple basic scripts to meet the needs of players for game functions.

For example, the simplest buying and selling can be learned without complex vocabulary.

What if players don't understand what they say?

Cold mix.

After all, even if it is a completely real immersive virtual reality online game, it is impossible for every NPC to have completely real intelligence.

That makes sense.

Therefore, Chu Guang did not ask Xia Yan to learn Chinese, but only asked her to master several basic words and fixed sentence patterns.

However, to his surprise, his requirements have been low enough, and this guy's performance is still unsatisfactory.

"... for customers who arrive at the store, they should say 'Hello, I'm Xia Yan, the owner of the weapons store. How can I help you?' when they hear 'I want to buy something', they point to the menu and answer 'see for yourself'. When they hear 'I want to maintain the guns', they reach out and answer' bring it '?"

What the hell is this.

Holding the note in his hand, Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang sitting in the chair with a sad expression.

Although every word was pronounced, she still couldn't adapt to the strange pronunciation.

Even if it does look like human conjunctions.

Noticing Xia Yan looking at herself, Chu Guang took his eyes away from the computer screen and turned to look at her.

"Learned?"

Xia Yan: "not yet..."

Chuguang: "then why are you looking at me? Keep reciting."

Xia Yan: "

For a moment, she suddenly felt that the job of giving birth to children might be easier, but I don't know why, this person has no interest in her.

Am I ugly?

Not really.

Depressed, Xia Yan pinched her red hair tip. Xia Yan is still very confident in her appearance. For example, the captain once pursued her for some time.

But she didn't like it.

The life of cannon fodder is too hard. She has to face the threat of death every day. Her dream is to marry into the inner city of boulder and live a rich wife's life from then on.

In fact, it is not impossible to think about it.

What if one day you receive the task of escorting big people, you can't say that the story of beauty saving heroes in the novel will happen?

It's just a pity that, let alone escorting big people, their marginal team can't even do the task next to the second ring road. They can only be sent to this kind of wilderness to open a "blind box".

As for now

The dream life is even more hopeless.

Who wants a cripple?

And a cripple captured by barbarians

Just when Xia Yan felt sad about his ill fated life, a light cough came from the side.

"Your expression converges a little."

"Ah?"

Xia Yan looked blankly.

Sure enough, I'm wandering.

Looking at her subconscious reaction, Chu Guang sitting in the chair was speechless.

With a sigh, he paused for a moment and said expressionless.

"From now on, I'll test you in two hours."

"If there is still no progress, maybe the brown farm next door will be more suitable for you. There is just a need for serfs."

"Just right, I can make a profit."

……

It's winter now. Brown farm doesn't need serfs. Instead, it will dispose of a batch of old things that can't work or defective products with broken arms and legs at the end of the month.

A lame mercenary will not be wanted for nothing.

As for coveting beauty, it's even more bullshit. Even the rich people in Bette street can afford to buy a small change of clones whose face is so exquisite that even stars will be jealous. How much can a strong, vulgar and savage soul be worth?

This is waste soil.

Sell this guy, Chu Guang just said it casually.

Scare her and give her some motivation.

Even if this guy is so stupid that he can't memorize these pages of lines, he won't sell her as a slave.

Throw it out of here at best.

In fact, during the period of contact, Chu Guang found that the man was also very interesting. It was no use talking well. He threatened two words casually, recognized advice instantly, and recited it there obediently.

Why bother?

Chu Guang shook his head and continued to get on his net. Just now he found that his steam account can still be used, just to pass the time

The next morning.

After waking up, Chu Guang opened the player list, unlocked the login permissions of players in batches, and took the online players to the surface.

"Dear manager, what about the lady yesterday?" standing next to the manager, Mr. Fang asked respectfully.

"You mean Xia Yan? Her injury is a little serious and she needs to rest for a few days. I communicated with her last night. She has promised to join our career. When her injury is cured, she will be responsible for the weapon preparation of the outpost."

Of course, Chu Guang didn't say that this guy recited his endorsement to two or three o'clock. Finally, he carried it to the next room by himself. No accident, she should be sleeping soundly.

After listening to the manager's answer, Fang Chang's eyes lit up instantly.

New information!

The name of the new NPC is Xia Yan!

Identity should be a weapon shop owner or similar occupation!

After silently writing down these two things, the chief plans to update all these information into his post when he goes offline today.

Chu Guang could guess what he was thinking, otherwise he wouldn't have told him so much.

Continuing to perform his work as an NPC, Chu Guang took the players to the open space of the sanatorium for a simple mobilization speech, and then announced the dissolution.

After two days of running in, the new players have basically adapted to the rhythm of the game and don't need him to command at all.

Looking at the rising fire and black smoke outside the construction site, as well as the players who climb up and down around the scaffold and work, Chu Guang suddenly felt like an old farmer raising ducks.

Every day's work is to drive the ducks out of the cage, let them slip outside by themselves, wait until it's dark, then gather them back to the cage, count today's harvest and how many kilograms the ducks have gained, and collect some duck feathers from them in a planned way.

Of course, that's not exactly right.

After all, most of the tools for working are provided to them by themselves, and most of the dried meat they eat is from their own hunting.

In this way, I still made a lot of efforts.

Probably?

Standing in front of the construction site for a while, while Chu Guang was thinking about what to do today, Yeshi had taken the initiative to find it.

"Dear manager!" he saluted respectfully. Yexi's face was eager to try and spoke very skillfully, "are we still going hunting today? When will we start?"

Chu Guang was slightly stunned and nodded.

"... now."

good heavens.

Now these players are very active. Have they learned to arrange work for themselves?

But Chu Guang didn't say anything.

After all, he was really going to go out for a walk and cook some game to smoke it.

He took Yeshi back to the shelter. Chu Guang put on the tactical belt he had picked up from the mercenary, inserted the picked up pistol on it, and then stuffed two 5mm pistol clips as ammunition.

The main weapons are still his 9mm iron pipe rifle and the holy sword of Physics - a steel pipe that can pry doors and hammer people.

Although there are two "near war artifact" options, submachine gun and shotgun, these two equipment are not of great significance for hunting.

There is no single headed bullet in the spare bullet of the nozzle. Using shotgun will destroy the fur.

Compared with using close combat firepower to suppress prey, Chu Guang prefers to use a rifled high-quality 9mm iron pipe rifle to kill the prey at a medium distance.

Or at least let them lose their ability to move, and then go close to the past to repair the knife with a steel pipe.

This can not only save valuable ammunition, but also make the fur of prey more intact.

You know, every additional bullet hole or cut will reduce the quality of fur by 10%.

"You take this with you."

Chu Guang handed a pistol and a crossbow to Yeshi. In addition, there were animal skin quivers with 15 crossbow arrows.

"Can I use that spray?"

Night ten looked at the pistol and the shotgun lying against the corner of the wall. He looked pitifully at Chu Guang.

However, Chu Guang had no intention to give in, and said expressionless.

"We're hunting, not mutants."

"Familiarize yourself with these two weapons before you talk about others."

……

Chu Guang set out to hunt at night ten.

The players at the outpost worked as hard as they did yesterday. None of them were idle, moving bricks, mixing cement, plastering and plastering.

The work efficiency of players has been greatly improved due to the 30 tools exchanged by the manager from brown farm.

Especially the players who build the wall.

The fence site of the outpost is advancing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not just the construction site.

Thinking about Fang Changhe and Lao Bai, who made steel by local method, new progress was made after they got tongs and hammers.

From the cars in the parking lot, they removed the rusted frame, bonnet, suspension, and even the inner engine shell... After 200 years of wind and rain, they can't find the waste products with complete structure. For them, it is a natural open-pit mine.

They smashed the brittle rust and threw it into the stove. They still used charcoal as reductant and manual bellows for blowing. This time, they finally succeeded in refining these garbage into hot molten iron.

"Awesome!!!"

"Yes!"

Lao Bai and Fang Chang clenched their fists excitedly.

At this moment, they have been waiting for three days!

After the molten iron fired by this method is cooled, it is pig iron with high carbon content. Through repeated heating and cooling, the carbon content can be reduced to 2% ~ 1.5%, and the most basic steel can be obtained.

As for adding metals such as chromium and nickel to make alloys, it is still too difficult for them. Serious steelmaking still needs professional equipment, at least an electric furnace.

In fact, not to mention steelmaking, just being able to boil molten iron from industrial waste is a great thing for them with poor production facilities!

"What shall we forge?" Lao Bai asked excitedly, looking at the chief. "Axe? Knife? Or something else."

Fang Chang, with the same face of joy, said after thinking for a few seconds.

"Make a big pot first!"

"I have to eat stew every day. I have to vomit!"

Although yesterday's mashed potatoes were good, brother scrambled eggs said that there was not much soy sauce. Not surprisingly, today is pine nut fresh fish soup.

That thing is really not fresh at all. It tastes like catfish.

"Ha ha, good idea! You can cook with an iron pot!"

They hit it off and quickly reached a consensus. They began to use the remaining yellow mud to figure out how to make the grinding tool for firing the iron pot.

On the other side, in front of the carpenter's cabin.

Brother mosquito, sitting at the door with a small bench, is concentrating on his manual work.

I saw him holding a garbage can that he didn't know where to pick up, sealing the garbage can with a wooden board, and then chiseling in a stainless steel pipe to make a simple spray can.

It's not over.

He is obviously not satisfied with the inclined sprinkler.

Brother mosquito then sealed the connection with rosin. The shell of the trash can was equipped with a portable wooden handle. A supercharger similar to a watering can was made with a plastic bottle, which was folded into an S-shaped hose and connected to the rear of the trash can.

"Perfect!"

The successful mosquito brother looked at the guy in his hand with a happy expression on his face.

Manual pressurized flamethrower!

As long as you inject wood tar into the barrel and insert a burning cotton strip on the front water pipe, this thing can theoretically become a nightmare for anyone or a different species within a five meter killing radius——

Of course, if you don't give yourself some.

In terms of high EQ, the design concept of this thing is a little cyberpunk, but brother mosquito doesn't think it's a big problem. Just improve it in the future.

Let's call it "Hellfire 0.1"!

Thinking about where to try, brother mosquito looked up and suddenly saw that the strong wind carrying a plastic bucket was coming towards him.

This guy went fishing early in the morning. He usually saw others near the sanatorium in the afternoon. Unexpectedly, he came back less than ten o'clock today.

"Oh, it's so early today?" the mosquito looked at the coming wind and laughed and joked, "it can't be that the trap has been broken again."

"It has nothing to do with the trap," the strong wind threw the plastic bucket on the ground. "What do you think I found?"

"What did you find -" the mosquito was stunned when he saw what was in the bucket.

Those are some white stones.

It is mixed with some yellow and light brown impurities.

The stiffness of his face turned into ecstasy.

"Guano stone!?"