This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 124 Those People Will Never Come Back!

Chapter 124: Chapter 124 Those People Will Never Come Back!

I Got Health Insurance, I’ll Go First: "Drop your ! Surrender and you won’t be killed!"

Xiao Xiaosha Chong: "Damn?! Not even a bit of resistance?"

Construction Site Teen with a Brick: "What a lonely charge!"

Midnight Chicken Killing: "Refund! Mosquito refund! We didn’t even get to use this rocket!"

Borrowing Ten More Centimeters from the Sky: "Brother Chicken, let it go, it’s just a silver coin’s thing. It’s good we didn’t have to use it, trust me!"

The war was going exceptionally smoothly.

When the players burst through the gates, the defenders of Bet Street had already thrown down their and voluntarily squatted in the corners with their hands on their heads, surrendering.

This left many players who had been looking forward to a big fight feeling like they had punched cotton.

Why did they surrender so quickly?

Couldn’t they have put up a little bit of resistance?

Following Manager through the wooden gate blown open by artillery, Wu’s expression was full of shock and admiration.

So strong!

He had seen these Blue Jackets well-equipped before but never realized that they weren’t just well-equipped—their combat discipline was also top-notch.

Although their charge wasn’t very orderly, their opponents had been completely crushed by their momentum and didn’t have the slightest will to resist.

Thinking this, Wu silently felt fortunate about his past decision, relying on these strong players was indeed the right choice.

"Plant our flag on the enclosing wall!" Chu Guang looked around nostalgically for a moment, and then turned to Walter, who was squatting in the corner. "You, get up."

Walter blinked, stood up with his hands still holding his head.

"...What would you have me do, sir?"

"Don’t you recognize me?"

Old Walter gave an embarrassed smile.

"I do..."

Chu Guang smiled, took a knife from Wu’s hand, and tossed it to Old Walter, then gestured with his chin to the people squatting in the corner.

"Keep an eye on them for me."

Old Walter hurriedly took the knife, bowing his head respectfully.

"Yes, sir."

The had been collected, and these guards had lost the will to resist.

Since they had surrendered so easily, Chu Guang didn’t plan to make things difficult for them. As long as they quietly waited until everything was over, they would naturally be allowed to go home to mama.

Leaving two highly-contributing players to guard the gate, Chu Guang then instructed Zhao Mouse to go with Yu Hu to reassure the survivors of Bet Street, telling them there was no need to panic. They should stay indoors and not come out, patiently waiting for the war to end, and for Old Leech’s public trial.

Noticing the battle had subsided, Old Charlie emerged from a nearby alley.

When he saw Chu Guang’s face, his expression flashed with surprise; he obviously hadn’t expected the leader of this group of Blue Jackets to be the simple-minded foreigner wandering the Wasteland.

However, his reaction was still pretty quick. After being surprised for just a few seconds, he respectfully bowed his head.

"Respected lord, welcome to your arrival! The survivors of Bet Street are ready to welcome their new master."

"Lift your head, Old Leech’s era is over. From now on, the people here can decide their own future."

Seeing Charlie nod, Chu Guang skipped the pleasantries and got straight to the point.

"Since you’re here, that’s good. I need the people of Bet Street to understand that we’ve come to liberate them, not to persecute them. Apart from the mayor being hanged, no one else’s life will be affected. Therefore, when we attack the castle, I hope no one comes out to cause trouble, you understand me?"

Old Charlie certainly understood, bowing his head respectfully.

"I’ll reassure everyone for you!"

Chu Guang nodded, then looked back to the restless players behind him and waved towards the central castle of Bet Street.

"Everyone else, follow me!"

Players all followed commands closely, proceeding along the streets under Chu Guang’s orders without harassing the shivering survivors huddled in their shanties.

The only one who couldn’t seem to keep still was alone.

Mosquito, still not over the thrill of having blasted open the gate with a single shot, was about to command the small players pulling the cannon cart to fire another at the castle, but was immediately stopped by Chu Guang.

What a joke.

The fattest place on Bet Street was Old Leech’s castle.

This was his war trophy.

How could he let it be blown up?

Without encountering any resistance along the way, the players, led by Chu Guang, crossed several brick buildings near the town center and quickly arrived at the entrance of the castle.

When the group arrived, the castle gates were tightly closed, and the situation inside was completely obscured from the windows.

Through VM, Chu Guang directed the players to split into three groups,

One group to surround the castle from the outside, another to take over the armory next to the castle, and the last group to attack the castle from the front to capture Old Leech alive!

"The explosives team is in position!"

"Ignite!"

Even though they could have simply forced the door open, several players tasked with storming the building eagerly placed dynamite at the entrance.

The fuse burned out, and with a loud boom, the castle’s main entrance was blown to smithereens, falling heavily backward onto the ground.

"GoGoGo!"

"Charge!"

With bayonets fixed on their rifles, the players howled as they rushed through the thick smoke of the explosion and into the castle.

When they saw the opulent decoration in the castle hall, everyone was taken aback.

"Holy Giao, is this a style you’d find in the Wasteland?!"

"Damn, these columns are actually made of marble!"

"The columns were probably built before the war... but the carpet, damn, it’s actually sewn from bear fur!"

"Too rich, way too rich!"

While everyone’s stomachs were still growling, the old town chief was already living comfortably!

It wasn’t just carpets sewn from beast fur, but also wall hangings and chandeliers suspended from the ceiling... all of it formed a stark contrast with the decayed streets outside. This place didn’t resemble the Wasteland at all, it was more like a palace.

Beyond those obviously valuable items, the players quickly discovered that there was an elevator in the seven-story castle!

However, it seemed the generator had stopped working.

The players who stormed the interior of the castle quickly split into two groups, one sweeping upward through the staircases, while the other began a thorough search from the ground floor, looking for the generator and the whereabouts of Old Leech.

However, to their surprise, the players tasked with storming the castle searched the entire building without finding the key NPC for their mission—none of the Old Leech family.

It was as if they had vanished into thin air from the castle!

But soon, a player named "Midnight Chicken Killing" made a new discovery while exploring the underground wine cellar.

Holding an axe, he excitedly reported back to the manager.

"Manager, we’ve found a passage in the underground wine cellar!"

Did they tunnel their way out?

After hearing this, Chu Guang wasn’t surprised.

With Old Leech’s style of tyrannical governance, it would be no surprise if he hadn’t constructed an escape route beneath his own backside; otherwise, he probably couldn’t sleep peacefully at night.

Looking at Midnight Chicken Killing who had reported back to him, Chu Guang immediately ordered,

"Take two people and follow that passage, see if you can catch up with them."

"It doesn’t matter if you don’t, I need to know where that tunnel leads!"

Meanwhile, Midnight Chicken Killing’s VM on his arm popped up a task window.

"[Task: Explore the underground passage of Castle’s wine cellar (can be replicated for up to two players)]"

"[Reward: 5 silver coins, 50 Contribution]"

Glancing at the task popup, Midnight Chicken Killing excitedly clenched his fists in front of him.

"Yes!"

Having said that, he quickly formed a team with two nearby comrades and charged towards the direction of the passage.

Watching the little players’ figures rushing towards the underground wine cellar, Chu Guang touched his chin.

Speaking of which, Old Leech sure knows how to enjoy himself—having a wine cellar in the basement?

Perfect, when celebrating victory tonight, the old mayor’s collection can become a welfare benefit for the players.

With this in mind, Chu Guang walked to the armory next to the castle, where the Warehouse Manager had already surrendered with his hands up, squatting in the corner of the wall.

Walking through the wide-open door, Chu Guang glanced inside and a look of surprise—and confusion—crossed his face.

Thirty iron pipe rifles from Giant Stone City, the same type Liszt had sold to him, plus the handmade pistols, hunting guns, and other weapons laid on the table, as well as the bullets and frag grenades in boxes, were enough to arm a guerrilla team!

The armament of these people was not weak.

Even slightly more standard than that of the Looters.

However, until the castle was breached, these weapons did not reach the hands of the survivors on Bet Street but instead fell into their hands.

Wu Tiefu’s face was filled with confusion.

"Their equipment is not weak."

Chu Guang nodded.

"That’s right."

"...Then why didn’t he distribute the equipment to his clanspeople?"

"Because those people are not his clanspeople, just his servants and slaves. If not for needing them to hunt, he wouldn’t even allow them to have a Bow and Arrow."

Chu Guang pondered for a moment then continued to Wu Tiefu.

"Have your clan load these spoils onto wagons and take them back to Outpost Base to find Luka. He knows what to do with them."

Wu Tiefu was surprised and flattered that the Manager trusted him so much.

With a solemn expression, he earnestly accepted the order.

"Yes, my lord!"

At the same time, Chu Guang waved his hand, signaling the players behind him to follow.

"Let’s go."

"We’re going to check out Old Leech’s private collection!"

...

As the players at Outpost Base planted the flag of 404 on the spire of the castle, Zhao Mouse, who had been ordered to penetrate the neighborhood and soothe the people, finally arrived at his own home’s doorstep.

Seeing his family, the thin man burst into tears and hugged his loved ones tightly.

"Dad! Mom! Brother! Sister-in-law! I’m back!"

His elderly mother’s eyes brimmed with tears.

"Son, you’ve finally come back!"

"Thanks to those Blue Jackets, I got my life back," Zhao Mouse sniffled, squeezing a smile onto his face, "The salt I asked Yu’s second Child to bring for you guys... he brought it, didn’t he?"

Old Dad nodded, his expression somewhat fearful.

"He did, he did! Son, tell me the truth, where did you get that salt? Why is it of a better quality than what we used to trade for at the general store?"

The big brother also nodded, speaking anxiously.

"Yeah, don’t just take other people’s stuff!"

"What do you mean, ’take other people’s stuff’? Am I that kind of person?" Zhao Shu said with a laugh, "You guys don’t need to worry, I earned it with my labor!"

His elder brother looked confused.

"Labor? What labor..."

When they worked for the old town leader, they had never received any wages, at most just meals. Sometimes, when they worked until four in the afternoon, still a while away from mealtime, there wasn’t even a meal, just a turnip thrown in their hands before sending them off.

Zhao Shu chuckled.

"Working for those Blue Jackets not only includes meals and lodging, but also a silver coin a day. You can exchange it for stuff in their warehouse. I got that salt from their warehouse! It’s way better than what you get at the grocery store in town!"

Saying this, he grasped his elder brother’s hand.

"Brother, why don’t you come too? I see they’re still hiring! The silver coins can be exchanged not only for salt but also for food; they’re even handier than chips! Since prey is scarce in winter anyway, why not make bricks for them? The work isn’t tiring, and it’s warm, much more comfortable than lying in the snow waiting for prey!"

Zhao Shu’s brother’s eyes widened.

"Is it really as good as you say?"

Zhao Shu nodded vigorously.

"Of course! Would I lie to you?"

The elder brother scratched the back of his head, murmuring.

"Then I’ll think about it... Speaking of which, are you still going home, or are you following those people?"

"I plan to work until next spring before deciding. There isn’t enough grain at home, so I’m not going to stay home for the winter!"

Looking at his younger brother, the elder brother said with a touch of guilt,

"...You’ve had it tough."

Hearing these words, Zhao Shu couldn’t help but laugh.

"Ha, what hardships? Brother, you don’t know how good life is there; I feel like I’m about to gain weight. Anyway, I’ll tell you more about it next time you go!"

Although reluctant, he still had a mission to complete.

After saying goodbye to his family, Zhao Shu left the house and continued on to the next one.

On the other hand, the Yu family was also experiencing similar concerns.

Watching his younger brother return from outside, Yu Xiong, who stood guard at home with an axe in his hand and a look of terror, anxiously grabbed him and asked,

"What happened out there? Who are those people that came?"

Yu Hu replied with a smile,

"Brother, don’t worry, those are Brother Chu’s men!"

"Brother Chu?!" Upon hearing about their savior, Yu Xiong paused, his nervousness fading. He dropped the axe and looked at his brother, pressing for details, "Why did he come?"

"All because of our town leader!"

Thinking of the letter, Yu Hu could not help but get angry, his words taking on Chu Guang’s tone.

"That Old Leech, secretly colluding with the Looters! What a scoundrel! Pah!"

All the survivors on the Wasteland despised the Looters, hating them even more than they hated the Variants.

Yu Xiong’s face showed surprise; not understanding the full story, he could not fathom how the town leader had gotten involved with the Looters.

"If it’s those people, I’m relieved," said the old father, who had also relaxed his grip on the weapons at hand, letting out a sigh of relief, "As long as they aren’t from the Blood Hand Clan, we can talk things over!"

Seeing his father, Yu Hu suddenly remembered something.

"Ah, right, Dad, I forgot to tell you, the Blood Hand Clan won’t be harassing us anymore!"

"They won’t harass us?" The old man glanced at his son and said with a chuckle, "When did they ever skip a year? Just because you say they won’t harass us, they won’t?"

"It’s not me saying this," Yu Hu smiled honestly, a look of pride on his face, "The Blood Hand Clan’s stronghold has been leveled by Brother Chu!"

"Those people, they won’t be coming back anymore!"

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