"Damn! What do you mean I came back alive? Is it strange that I came back alive?"
Is this what a human would say?
Taking off the gas mask on his face, the debt-like big eyes that came out from behind the edge guy patted Ye Shi's shoulder with a playful smile.
"Hey, it's not easy, it's not easy. Several times I thought I was dead, but I survived miraculously."
The construction site boy and the brick standing next to him nodded in agreement.
"It's really not easy."
Others are playing games, only their team is playing for their lives.
There were ten people when they went, but only half of them were left when they came back.
On the other hand, the mole team next to them also had ten people when they went, but only two were missing when they came back. The casualty rate is so different that it's hard not to complain.
However, no matter how much they complained, they didn't take it too seriously.
It's a game.
It's normal to die.
If you are not a hardcore player, there is no need to pursue a life to the end.
Besides, the death penalty is not as severe as it was at the beginning. It is a bit uncomfortable to be imprisoned for three days, but the closed beta server has been operating for so long that this rule has been in place, and everyone has long been accustomed to it.
The real loss is actually the experience of one battle, and the money and contribution points of the mission rewards are all the same.
Teammates will also consciously help to recover the dropped equipment, and at most they will lose some ammunition and grenades.
"By the way, why are you wearing this?" The battlefield atmosphere group looked at the gray coat on the edge brother with envy.
The edge brother did not speak, but looked at the big eyes on the side.
The latter said with a chuckle.
"It was my suggestion. The previous set of equipment was too ugly and not recognizable at all. It looked more like a predator than a predator, and was always misunderstood by friendly forces. So I had an idea and simply made a set of skins similar to those of Mole and his friends. Edge said no at first, but he really liked it later."
Edge said stubbornly: "Get lost! I was forced to do it by you."
The construction site boy and the brick laughed and interrupted.
"You know what, those predators were psychologically traumatized by us. When they saw our clothes, they instantly became more timid. Later, we recommended it to the new reinforcements. Now all the good brothers in Honghe Town are wearing this set of equipment!"
Even during the most turbulent period, Shelter No. 404 never stopped "supporting" its neighbors.
According to the data mentioned by Brother Mole in the battle report, the current "garrison" of the shelter in Honghe Town has increased to 50 people.
Except for 10 long-term NPC guards, all of them are players, and they have been replenishing soldiers regularly to maintain this number.
Obviously, this fierce "Death Corps" has completely made a name for itself in the Honghe Town area.
Those engineer shovels and the bayonets shining under the muzzles have not only become the eternal nightmare of the plunderers, but also the gods of war in the eyes of mercenaries and slave owners!
Especially the "gray coat", which is even more intimidating than the navy blue coats worn by the legion centurions!
The local slave owners and chambers of commerce wish they could stay in Honghe Town forever, and even took the initiative to provide the shelter with a 50-acre garrison.
Although the land over there can't grow anything, having a garrison means taking root.
The administrator has deployed 40 cultivation chambers there, and it seems that he intends to transform it into a foreign military base.
At present, as long as the soldier professional player has reached LV8 and the firearms proficiency has reached level 3, he can apply to experience the new map and new tasks.
However, the number of people is limited, and you need to queue up after signing up.
Looking at the envious Battlefield guy, Canyon Escape Mole said with a beaming smile.
"How about it, my design taste is not bad, right?"
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Damn! Let this guy pretend!"
By the way, he had proposed that everyone get a set of unified "team uniforms" before, but the old Goubi in the fountain was too stingy.
Lao Hei liked his post, but the old Goubi insisted that "skins that can't increase attack are all rubbish" and "anyway, you can't see anything when wearing an armored exoskeleton."
That's not all, and he also complained about his second-year mentality.
Damn it, what does it have to do with second-year mentality?
It's obviously stingy!
Unlike the Battlefield guy, Ye Shi is not concerned about what clothes the few people are wearing, but curiously looks at the trucks behind them.
No need to ask.
The things on them must be the spoils dragged back from Honghe Town.
According to a conservative estimate of three times the overload, the various ores piled on those trucks weighed at least 50 to 60 tons.
In addition, there were nearly a hundred slaves returning with them, and the nearby NPC merchants showed envy when they saw them.
One slave can be exchanged for five assault rifles.
This is really a fortune!
Ye Shi said enviously.
"Is the battle over in Honghe Town over?"
The canyon escaped mole shook his head.
"Finished? It's too early!"
"The slave owners over there are too weak in combat. They recruited a lot of mercenaries, and their individual combat effectiveness is not weak, but they are a mob in the fight, and there is no coordination at all."
"Relying on imported shells and weapons, the coalition forces of Honghe Town fought quite smoothly at first, winning several local battles in a row, but their logistics were too poor, ammunition was often mismatched, firepower was always intermittent, and the organization was low, so the occupied hilltops could not be defended at all. Often, the positions we took down during the day were lost again at night."
"Plus, the Bone Chewing Tribe is large in number, and reinforcements from the central province are constantly coming. Many plunderers have heard rumors that they are planning to establish a plunderer kingdom, and have taken the initiative to come from the neighboring province in the east to join them. Anyway, the two sides use Lutou Mountain as the boundary, repeatedly fighting for a few hilltops, and wasting time on positions with a depth of more than ten kilometers."
Support weapons such as mortars and anti-tank rifles are not exclusive to Shelter No. 404. Some large and medium-sized survivor settlements with industrial production capabilities are also capable of producing them, but there are differences in cost and performance.
Honghe Town does not only import ammunition from Shelter No. 404. Not to mention the various weapons brought by the mercenaries, just talking about themselves, there are three calibers of medium-sized mortars, 80mm, 85mm, and 88mm, in addition to two 105mm cast iron mortars.
Without unified logistics and uncoordinated command, it is difficult for those local rich people to fight the plunderers for so long.
Ye Shi asked curiously.
"Then why did you come back?"
Canyon Runaway Mole rolled his eyes.
"Come back to participate in the event. I feel like we are not playing the same game when I see you guys discussing Tide on the forum all day long!"
When the new map was just opened, he was quite excited because he was lucky enough to get the "experience qualification". After all, not everyone has the opportunity to be the first to try it out.
Although Red River Town is a bit farther away than Boulder City, as long as it can provide players with first-hand information, it's not a big problem!
However, now, a month has passed, the new map is no longer so new, and players are even tired of his battle reports. Lianyun players have gone to discuss Tide.
The number of likes for the strategy with tens of thousands of words is only in the three digits, which instantly makes him feel like a "version abandoned child".
I heard that this "Decisive Battle Plan" is the last event before the end of the A round of testing. This time, he said he couldn't miss it!
Irena also interrupted.
"We've been in the new map long enough, it's time for someone else to go in and swipe."
The Elf King Fugui said with a smirk.
"Laona has a deep grudge against the aliens there, and there's not a single arthropod that's not poisonous."
Irena protested immediately.
"Get lost! Am I that kind of person?"
Mole Brother ignored the two, but looked at Ye Shi and asked, "Why aren't you with Lao Bai, Fang Chang and the others today?"
Ye Shi said with a smile.
"Isn't there a big job tomorrow morning? We'll split up in the afternoon. Lao Bai and the others went to Goblin Technology to purchase, saying there were new equipment. I was planning to go there too, but when I heard that the trade station had orange equipment, I came here to pick it up... It's a pity that I didn't pick it up, so I'm so upset!"
The orange equipment refers to the "Miner Type I" exoskeleton.
This thing is an imported product shipped from Ideal City, and the battery uses "metal hydrogen" which is one level higher than "solid hydrogen".
Since it was sold out in seconds last time, the official store of the shelter has not restocked it. Only the caravans from the east occasionally bring it. It is hard to see it in the neighboring Boulder City.
Yesterday, a team of wild merchants appeared in the trade station and happened to bring a set. A small player of the strength system saw it and bought it without saying a word. That night, he went to the forum to show off, resulting in a large number of players running here early this morning.
Although the exoskeleton sold by the "wild NPC" is a bit expensive, there is no contribution point and level limit, and there is no restriction on secondary transactions, which is still very attractive.
In a word, you will earn money if you buy it!
However, what interests the mole most is not the exoskeleton, but the first half of Night Ten's sentence.
"Mosquito has new equipment?"
"Yes, Brother Mosquito was bragging in the group yesterday," Ye Shi laughed, "To be honest, Mosquito is getting worse and worse. Before, it was a recoilless gun, and now he has even made RPG!"
The moment he heard this, not only Mole and Edge, but even the Battlefield Atmosphere Group standing next to him looked at him in surprise.
"RPG?"
"???"
"Fuck?!"
This is really getting worse and worse!
...
In fact, it is not only Lao Bai and his group who are purchasing from Goblin Technology at this moment, but also Quanshui, who is the most stingy in the eyes of the Battlefield guys.
In the previous 65th Street blocking battle, Quanshui deeply reflected on the reasons for the failure.
Putting aside the factors of plot killing, when the fourth wave of the wave's offensive came, the crawlers went around their flanks, but more of it was defeated by the lack of anti-armor capabilities.
Before the blocking battle started, although he had considered that the planner might design some "over-armored" units as BOSS, he asked the players carrying "cavalry lance" and "heavy cavalry lance" not only to bring high explosives, but also to bring two magazines of armor-piercing.
However, he never expected that the planner would be so stupid.
37mm armor-piercing bullets can't even penetrate the armor of the "Decay Knight"!
If it weren't for the high-armor tank unit "Decay Knight" breaking through the front, Class B and Class C could still hold on for a while.
Since the power armor can be turned into "our own people" by slime mold, he has reason to believe that he will encounter more outrageous things in the future.
But what he didn't expect was that he originally came to buy a recoilless gun, but he didn't expect to hit a mosquito and even made a street fighting artifact like RPG-7!
The shooting range outside the industrial zone.
Looking at the 400mm steel plate pierced by the armor-piercing bullet in front of him, the fountain commander's eyes widened, and it took a while to squeeze out a sentence without a beginning or an end from his throat.
"...Are you really selling furniture in real life?"
Mosquito, who was standing next to him, heard it and said with a chuckle.
"A family craft, pure handmade. What, boss is planning to buy a set? Send me a private message on the forum."
Quanshui Commander: "...Forget it."
I always feel that exposing the address to this guy is a very dangerous thing.
Don't let him place an order with a click of the mouse and send a pair of silver handcuffs.
That would be a big deal.
Old White, who was standing next to him, put down the launch tube with white smoke, and his face was also full of surprise and admiration.
"This is quite powerful!"
But this propellant...smells like Shuangshi-2?
It's a little different from the diethylene glycol of RPG-7.
The piezoelectric fuse is probably a modern modification, and the initial velocity is much faster than the previous homemade "recoilless gun". The power of the matching armor-piercing shells is a translation inheritance. A needle-shaped trigger is buried at the front end of the conical shell body. As long as it hits, the vertical penetration depth can reach 400mm!
This power is already quite considerable!
But thinking of this, Lao Bai suddenly reacted.
How can this be an imitation of RPG? !
It is obviously an imitation of its own Type 69 40 rocket launcher, okay!
Without noticing the strange look in Lao Bai's eyes, WC continued to speak with a mosquito's eyebrows flying.
"In addition to 85mm armor-piercing shells, we also provide 85mm high-explosive grenades for range killing! The price is only 200 silver coins, buy five and send one launch tube! Very useful!"
The price of 200 silver coins is much more expensive than Iron Fist.
But it is not unaffordable for Lao Bai and his team.
Before each battle, the shelter will allocate a budget to each team for the purchase of ammunition based on the combat power of each team.
Ammunition within the budget does not need to be paid for by yourself. For some battles that last longer, supplies will be delivered along with the reinforcements from the rear, and this is also free.
The use of the ammunition budget will only affect the battle score, which is also an old tradition that has existed for several versions.
"... You are getting more and more cruel."
Hearing Lao Bai's meaningful compliment, WC really smiled like a mosquito.
"Are you kidding? When have the weapons I designed ever disappointed people?"
"Just ask one word, do you accept it?"
Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes were instantly a little subtle.
To say that his equipment is useless is definitely speaking against one's conscience.
But to say that it is very useful, it just happens that sometimes it is so lame.
Lao Bai subtly moved his eyes away.
"I accept half of it."
Kuangfeng nodded.
"+1, half of it."
Fang Chang: "I have to think about the remaining half, mainly because I am afraid that you will be proud."
Fountain Commander: "I couldn't agree more."
WC Zhenyou Mosquito cursed: "Fuck! I asked you one word, and you talk too much nonsense!"
Lao Bai smiled and patted Mosquito's shoulder.
"Good brother, the main thing is that your equipment has not been tested in actual combat, and I can't say too much! How about this, you give me a 50% discount, and I will purchase 10 armor-piercing guns and 10 grenades from you at a time to help you make a name for yourself!"
WC Zhenyou Mosquito rolled his eyes.
"50% discount?! You might as well let me give it to you for free!"
Fang Chang's eyes lit up.
"There is such a good thing?"
WC Zhenyou Mosquito: "Get out! The maximum discount is 90%, it can't be cheaper! If it's cheaper, I will lose money!"
When he heard this, at least four pairs of eyes rolled in response to him.
"I don't believe you!"
Fang Chang would never believe it, this guy only made 20 silver coins for a rocket launcher worth 200 silver coins.
Conservatively estimated, there is a 50% profit!
Since the Alpha 1.0 version, silver coins have indeed inflated a lot, but because the trade route of Honghe Town has been opened, the prices of various metal and non-metal raw materials have not increased much. With the improvement of supporting facilities in the industrial zone and the increase in production capacity, industrial products have not increased much.
Finally, after some bargaining, the two sides finally reached a consensus and the price of each armor-piercing shell was 180 silver coins and each high-explosive grenade was 130 silver coins.
The Niu Ma team purchased a total of 25 rounds of rocket launcher ammunition, and the Quanshui team also purchased 15, which bought up the inventory of Mosquito and directly maxed out the firepower output!
After the group agreed on the price, they returned to the Goblin Technology factory. The newly produced ammunition was stored in the warehouse of the factory.
When entering the factory, Quanshui, who was looking left and right, suddenly noticed a pile of wood chips piled near the door and asked curiously.
"What is that thing?"
Seeing that someone noticed his masterpiece, Mosquito said with a grin.
"W-1 'Flying Mosquito' glider! It uses a wooden fuselage and a groundbreaking electric structure. The most primitive wood and the most advanced solid hydrogen technology are perfectly integrated. It is the proud work of my apprentices and I, and the price is only 3,000 silver coins! How is it? Is it very cheap? Don't you consider buying one?"
Not far away, [Persuading], who was tinkering with the motor with a screwdriver, happened to hear this sentence and couldn't help but turn back and complain.
"Are you so ashamed? The fuselage was designed by me, the engine was designed by Du Ming, the blades were rubbed by the soul chaser, and the bomb launcher was made by the God of Death. What the hell did you do?"
If it weren't for the high money.
He would have gone it alone long ago!
Mosquito was not moved at all and smiled shamelessly.
"I've combined your strengths to make up for your weaknesses. This is called resource integration."
Intervention: "@#￥%!"
Fang Chang walked over curiously and took a look at the pile of wood.
Upon closer inspection, there were indeed two wings and a flat structure that was probably the belly of the aircraft.
But using wood as the structure, and making the parts so scattered and fragmented... Will it really not fall apart when it flies into the sky?
"...W-1 is okay, why not call it WC-1?"
Mosquito smiled shyly.
"Actually, I did plan to name it at first, but my disciples had no artistic talent and said they wanted to shit when they sat on it, so I removed the C."
Old White: "Pfft..."
Kuangfeng: "I can't look directly at this plane anymore."
Commander Quanshui's expression was a little subtle.
"Am I the only one who is curious whether this thing can fly?"
Wooden fuselage plus solid hydrogen battery.
He had never seen such a weird combination.
Kuangfeng touched the bridge of his nose.
"Let's analyze it rationally. The energy density of hydrogen is nearly three times that of gasoline. Although hydrogen tanks are definitely not suitable, solid hydrogen...theoretically it should be possible, but this is under ideal conditions."
"It's just a game! Use your imagination and don't be so rigid!"
Patting Kuangfeng on the shoulder, Mosquito smiled confidently, "Good brother, believe me! I promise it can definitely fly! If it can't fly, I won't charge you!"
Kuangfeng glanced at him.
"Don't encourage me, I won't drive it."
Lao Bai stared at the motor for a while and frowned.
"But what about the runway? Even if it can fly... there must be a runway for takeoff, right?"
Mosquito smiled slightly.
"This kind of epoch-making aircraft naturally does not use a runway in the traditional sense."
Quanshui had vaguely guessed something and swallowed his saliva.
"Could it be..."
"High-rise buildings! There are thousand-meter-high buildings everywhere here!"
Mosquito strode to the side of the pile of wooden parts and took out an aluminum joystick that had not been installed yet.
The enthusiasm flashing in his eyes made the people around him take a step back unconsciously.
Without noticing the expressions on everyone's faces, Mosquito's voice became more and more excited.
"According to my calculations, it will take less than a thousand meters, and an altitude of 800 meters will be enough!"
"Turn off the engine and dive down. When you are 200 meters from the ground, pull up the joystick and the switch, and you will turn into a flash of lightning!"
Fang Chang's Adam's apple moved.
"...What if you don't pull it up?"
Mosquito still repeated the sentence.
"You will turn into a flash of lightning!"
Lao Bai: "?"
Kuangfeng: "???"
Fang Chang: "???"
Quanshui Commander: "...???"
Ask if you don't understand.
Is this the equipment that a normal person would choose? !
...
At dusk.
Silence shrouded the sky above Qingquan City, and the "corpse drivers" wearing chemical protective suits carried stretchers full of corpses and evacuated the battlefield one after another.
On the front-line positions not far from them, figures carrying rifles and eager to fight were arriving from the rear one after another.
Among them were the "Death Corps" who had been through the battlefield for a long time and wore gray coats, the "Mountain Corps" who were transferred back from Yuanxi Town and wore green coats, and the miscellaneous teams with distinctive personal colors and various equipment... But no one dared to doubt their combat effectiveness.
No matter which set of equipment they used, they were undoubtedly the elite among the elite.
In the days of fighting and constant resurrection, they have summed up a set of fighting methods that best suit them, and passed on these valuable experiences - or strategies - to the newcomers they have guided.
Each of them is a flag!
"Are you moving all your assets out?" Vanus, standing by the window of the building, looked down at the battlefield below in surprise.
The murderous atmosphere of the forest of guns and flags, even if the young army of the legion stood in front of them, I am afraid it would be no more than this!
Chu Guang, who was standing next to him and wearing a power armor, said calmly.
"We're just getting started?"
The daytime is their home ground.
According to the plan he personally made.
Players will rotate and hold on to the defense line until dawn, and when the last round of offensives before dawn fades, they will launch a full-scale counterattack against the wave!
Don't give those bugs any chance to breathe!
Since yesterday, the industrial zone has temporarily suspended all export orders and concentrated all production capacity on the front line.
Boxes and bundles of ammunition were delivered to the ammunition depot on the front line. In addition, two sets of 100KW firewood generators and 200 newly produced hibernation capsules were deployed downstairs of the temporary command post for players to save and rest offline.
Equipment is tight.
The rest time allocated to each player clone is only 4 hours, but this time is enough to relieve fatigue.
Players who signed up for the event have already taken leave in advance in reality.
It doesn't matter if you can't participate. "Wasteland OL" is a MM that focuses on leisure, no liver or krypton, and never forces players to participate in server activities.
At most, they will provide rewards that are hard to refuse in the event.
Looking at the sunset gradually disappearing on the street, Chu Guang felt the blood burning in his heart.
This will be the battle with the largest number of participants, the largest scale, and the highest number of equipment types and quantities since the launch of "Wasteland OL"!
Two hummingbird drones have been deployed by him on the edge of the battlefield, and the camera has locked on the battlefield filled with spore clouds.
"Come on."
Chu Guang gently clenched his fist and exhaled the turbid air in his chest.
"Let me see what you can do!"
...
The shadow of the high-rise building gradually sank into the shabby alley.
The gray-green fog faintly revealed the bloody red, and the creaking teeth that made people's legs and feet weak.
However, no one's legs were weak.
After the baptism of days of war, even the four hundred newbies who just entered the game in the Alpha1.1 version have become qualified warriors.
For them.
Victory is the only creed.
Death is insignificant!
There was a hint of excitement in the chattering noise. The players on the front line skillfully opened the safety of their rifles and leaned behind the concrete rubble bunkers.
"All team members are in place! There are only five minutes left!"
"... Repeat, the newbies in the team, pay attention, let the machine gunners fire first, hold the rifles steady, and wait until the wave approaches 50 meters before firing!"
"Remember! You are no longer rookies, don't use the little guys in your hands to pick the teeth of the tyrants! Believe in your teammates and the lances in their hands! Use the ammunition where it should be used!"
"Here it comes - prepare for battle!"
A shrill long howl came from the thick fog.
The running gnawers surged out of the darkness like a tide, rushing across a messy battlefield to the players' positions.
At the same time, three flares rose into the sky, dispelling the haze on the streets.
The machine guns deployed in the building roared first, and the bullets whizzed through the gray-green fog, forming a dense rain of steel fire.
Then the water-cooled Maxim deployed at the forefront also spurted out flames, madly shooting at the alien clusters that rushed like a tsunami.
The players fired skillfully, and each team cooperated tacitly to clear the aliens in their respective defense zones.
The first round of charge was just cannon fodder.
They were already familiar with the aliens' routines.
First use the gnawer cluster to consume their bullets, and then send high-health units and high-mobility units to try to break through the defense line.
Above the temporary command post, on the roof of the building.
Mosquito was assembling the W-1 "Flying Mosquito" glider with his four apprentices in the strong wind on the rooftop.
Because it was an experimental model, after an hour of debate, he finally convinced his four apprentices to add an X after the W.
The plane is equipped with two 100 kg bombs, which are as powerful as the 250 pound bombs of the big bang, and the weight is actually not much different.
In addition, there are two 7mm small-caliber machine guns installed in the cabin.
Although the initial proposal of the peacemaker was to use the 20mm cannon, Mosquito rejected the proposal after careful consideration.
The 20mm cannon and ammunition are too heavy!
It is better to carry two more bombs than to carry that weight!
What's more, this thing is a product of a "friendly company".
This is the time for Goblin Technology to show its strength, how can we let the friendly company steal the show?
"Hurry up!" Mosquito, holding a telescope, overlooked the battlefield that could not be seen clearly at all, and urged his apprentices loudly.
Peacemaker couldn't help but look up and complain.
"Damn it! Why don't you come to help!"
Mosquito glared at him.
"I'm a pilot! I told you I'm in charge of flying, what else do you want me to do for you? How about we switch?!"
The man trying to stop the fight trembled, and then stopped talking after cursing.
It's not that he's afraid of heights.
It's mainly because he's unsure.
Although he participated in the design of this thing, the difference between fixed-wing and quadcopter is too big, and he has no idea whether this thing can fly.
What if?
What if the propeller breaks or the wing falls apart?
That would be a death sentence!
Mosquito doesn't care about being embarrassed, but he still can't let go of his dignity.
"Why do I feel something is wrong?" Mosquito, who was standing next to the building, suddenly said.
"What? What's wrong?" Facing the whistling wind, Du Ming raised his head with his eyes narrowed.
Holding the telescope steadily, Mosquito frowned and muttered.
"The gunfire has been going on for too long!"
Has the first wave of the offensive not ended yet?
It should have ended long ago!
He always had a bad feeling.
With the nature of the dog planner, he would definitely not play by the rules.
He was also a hardcore player who had sneaked into the server in the early version, and had long experienced A Guang's erratic "narrative style".
Just when he felt something was wrong, a conspicuous scarlet suddenly lit up in the gray-green fog.
The mortar position that was still waiting for the next round of offensive suddenly opened fire, and dozens of shells whizzed into the sky, exploding a fire around the scarlet light.
The gunfire under the building became more and more intense, and a faint roar of pain came from the thick fog...
Looking at the spore cloud that was scattered by the shock wave of the explosion, and the monster that gradually appeared in the thick fog, Mosquito, who was holding the telescope tightly, couldn't help but blurt out a beautiful hometown dialect.
"What the hell!?"
"What the hell is that?!"