This Game is Too Real

The north gate of the outpost.

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

His name is badger.

But now, the poor man is like a worm.

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

The players nearby were a little impatient and whispered.

"Is it too bad?"

"Yes... This guy has surrendered. Maybe he can be our companion."

"It's a pity."

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

There is no cell in the outpost to guard the prisoners, and it is even more unrealistic to be locked in a shelter. And it can be predicted that no merchant interested in slaves will pass here all winter. Raising these three prisoners will only waste food and bring hidden dangers.

As for intelligence?

What you ask is almost the same as what you speculate.

Chu Guang never promised that he would spare their lives if he told them honestly.

One of these marauders is counted. Hanging is the kindest punishment for those shameful things they have done.

"Go to hell and repent."

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

"You scum! Liar! Even if I go to hell, I won't let you go! Wait, the leader will avenge me. He will hang you on the street lamp and let you watch your compatriots be slaughtered and raped -"

Before he scolded more ugly words, Chu Guang, who was too lazy to listen to nonsense, kicked down the bench under the strong man's feet.

With a click, the man named badger ended his evil life on the gallows of justice at the outpost of refuge 404.

The makers of the gallows [Ward's feet smell] and [ya'er, I'm going to go to the toilet rope] watched from a distance with straight eyes.

None of them thought that the gallows they made for the sake of atmosphere would really come in handy one day.

Looking at the body hanging there, their faces turned white, but they were not too white.

After all, this is a game.

But the man who was hanged looked too curious.

Like a real dead man.

"The game is always very realistic in strange details."

"Sin, sin, Amitabha."

Standing not far away, Tengteng felt some emotion in his heart.

"War."

She is a casual player and doesn't enjoy the fun of fighting. Of course, this is also related to the attributes of her intelligence department and the slow running of small short legs.

She was depressed at the thought.

Is that reasonable?

It doesn't make sense!

"Nothing! Sister, protect you!"

The crow standing next to him smiled. He wanted to put his hand on her shoulder, but he accidentally put it on his head.

The vines were covered with black lines and clenched their fists.

"I'll punch you again."

The crow quickly let go and explained in panic.

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

"Well, well, it's boring."

Nearby players chattered, discussing when the next attack would come and how much higher the intensity of the attack would be.

Make sure the man on the gallows is dead.

Chu Guang looked at the two players closest to him, took five copper coins from his pocket and threw them in their hands.

"Take these three bodies to the morgue, strip them and throw them together with the bodies of other predators."

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

The two players recovered and nodded immediately.

"Yes! Manager!"

……

It didn't take long to assemble the generator.

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

The whole set of 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, which is essentially an air tight column with a cover on the top.

As the wood is fed from the top, in the process of slow settlement, the wood is first further dried, finally cracked by internal heat, and partially burned in limited oxygen.

In this process, a large amount of heat will be generated, and a layer of hot charcoal will be formed at the point of the air tight column to react with the steam generated by pyrolysis and other combustible gases, and finally form a mixed combustible gas rich in hydrogen, methane and carbon monoxide.

In fact, this is not a particularly clever technology. During World War II, the German army used similar firewood vaporization equipment to provide power for some tanks under the condition of lack of fuel.

Generally speaking, 3 ~ 4kg firewood is equivalent to 1L gasoline, and the specific consumption depends on the type, density and dryness of firewood, which can not be generalized.

However, it doesn't matter how much it costs. At present, the most important thing in the outpost is firewood. Just arrange a person to clean up the waste and stuff the wood in.

This power generation equipment can stably provide the outpost with a maximum power of 10kW. Even under full load, the consumption of firewood per hour is less than 10kg, which can be said to be very cost-effective.

The generator began to operate successfully, and the nearby players gave a shout of joy.

Their outpost, there's electricity at last!

Many jobs that could not have been carried out are now ready to start.

"I'll dig some wires back!"

"Can the wires of 200 years ago still work?"

"The insulation material should be able to be used. It doesn't matter if it can't be used. It's a big deal to melt it and make it again. I'll think about a way to see if we can make a transformer and voltage regulator, and then we can make steel directly into the electric furnace."

"Big bull batch!"

Listening to the players' conversation, Chu Guang was also very happy.

The active substance extractor with a thick layer of ash finally began to work, refining the corpse sent into the furnace into active substances.

Ten corpses recovered about four units, which finally made up for the deficiency of active substances caused by a small player.

"Is the battle over? Won?" Xia Yan, who was waiting by the elevator, asked hurriedly, looking at Chu Guang coming up.

Chu Guang replied casually.

"I'm not the one who didn't win."

Xia Yan continued to ask.

"Are those people from the blood hand clan?"

Chu Guang glanced at her.

"You know?"

"Don't know. They are the most famous ones in the northern suburb of Qingquan city."

Made a helpless expression, Xia Yan told.

"You'd better be careful. There may not be many people coming this time, but they are not as weak as they seem. Before, a businessman probably wanted revenge or something. He hired a team of 20 mercenaries from Boulder City. Guess what?"

"I don't like guessing. You just say it."

"Well... In a word, only one escaped back and broke an arm," Xia Yan said with a deep breath. "The mercenary team is still well equipped and has good fighting quality. There are even two professional soldiers retired from the Jushi civil corps. However, fighting with predators is completely different from fighting with aliens, especially in the urban area."

"They planted tin can mines and bait bombs on the road, led the eaters from the subway entrance to the shops along the street, and even tamed the mutant hyenas... According to the person who came back alive, the battle was like a nightmare. They faced a group of eaters who could shoot, lie down, support and sneak attack."

Whether it's DIY's iron tube rifle or the most advanced assault rifle, it's a shot to hit the key. Even if you miss the key, you'll get another shot at most.

The mercenaries in Boulder City are not regular troops, so they can't use too good protective equipment. The vast majority of people protect their vital points with iron wire keel and steel plate. Only a few rich people can afford exoskeletons and full bulletproof armor.

"Maybe those mercenaries underestimated the enemy," Chu Guang said casually.

"Maybe, the people in Boulder don't look down on the countryside."

"Like you?"

Xia Yan was embarrassed and hurriedly explained.

"Well, of course not me."

Chu Guang smiled and didn't care.

Although I have never been to Stonehenge, it is not difficult to understand this sense of superiority just by looking at the longing eyes of the survivors of Bette street when they mention it.

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

People living there, even if they are poor, are still human beings compared with people outside.

"Speaking of it, how do I feel you're not afraid?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of. You can't beat the climbers if you tear your hands. In addition, there are so many people here," Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang strangely and didn't seem to understand why he asked such a strange question. "Why are you so nervous? There are only about seven or eight people at most, and they're still in the open."

“……”

Emmm……

That makes sense.

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

……

Late at night.

An abandoned tire factory in the northern suburb of Qingquan city.

Looking at the man crawling under the steps and the bear leaning on the chair, he said in a lazy voice.

"How's the situation with the badger? Have you brought back all the booty?"

According to the tribal tradition, whoever kills the booty has the priority to enjoy it.

When you bring it back, everyone will enjoy it together, regardless of you and me.

Prajna is to capture the survivor's stronghold. The autumn wind raiding team usually stays there for a while and takes some time to have fun, such as having a party, playing cat and mouse, and looting some booty.

As the leader of the clan, the bear can sympathize with his men.

But seeing that it's already dark, I'm not sure I haven't come back yet.

"... there is no news yet." the man crawling under the steps pressed his forehead to the ground and dared not leave for a millimeter.

"No news yet?"

Centipede like eyebrows wrinkled, a trace of displeasure floated on the bear's face and said impatiently, "I remember they set out in the morning."

"Yes."

"Too slow."

The bear frowned, stared at the man under the steps and said, "send someone over. If you meet them on the road, hurry them up. If your people arrive and they haven't started yet, come back and tell me."

"Yes!"

Looking at the dog out of the tent, the bear touched the beard on his chin. He was inexplicably upset.

A survivor stronghold of 30 people. Why haven't you come back after tossing for so long?

Was it an accident?

However, this possibility is very small.

Shaking his head, the bear decided not to think about it and got up from his chair.

Even if the other party is a hard bone, with the vigilance of the badger, he can certainly escape back.

There is only one possibility that there is no news for so long, that is, they forget the time when they play, or it takes a little time to search for booty.

The bear was no longer worried and his mood relaxed a lot.

Especially when he thought of the almost broken "toy" paralyzed in the room, he couldn't help squeezing out a chilling smile on his rough and ugly face.

This winter should not be too boring.