This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 206 Brother Shui, where are we going to feed today?

Chapter 206: Chapter 206 Brother Shui, where are we going to feed today?

Gunshots echoed from afar for a while.

The Looters had awkwardly retreated in their trucks after leaving behind a total of seven bodies and three injured comrades they failed to carry away.

Machine guns mounted on two of the trucks fired into the forest, while another patrolling machine-gun pickup also came to their aid, providing covering fire for their retreat.

The players didn’t pursue them out of the forest.

Their vehicles were on the south side, and this was the north side of the forest.

Exiting the forest meant facing a gentle slope, and without fast-moving vehicles, it was impossible to chase the trucks with legs alone.

"Damn, those bastards sure ran fast!"

Carrying an Iron Fist rocket launcher and watching the receding snow foam in the distance, a member of the Battlefield Atmosphere Group eventually put down the launcher.

At a distance of 200 to 300 meters and a vehicle speed over 30 yards, it was indeed difficult to hit the target without high-tech aiming systems.

Still, thinking about a left-behind truck and an additional 100 war points, he couldn’t help but clench his jaw in frustration.

Such a pity!

If only they had been a bit faster!

The Spring Water Commander came up from behind and patted his shoulder.

"You did pretty well. Our task was to drive the enemy away, and repelling the Looter’s attack counts as a victory. As for secondary objectives, it all depends on whether the other side is gracious. This AI is pretty clever; it turns and runs the moment things turn sour."

Honestly, it was a bit cowardly.

But it felt quite realistic.

When battles break out on such terrain types, they can quickly evolve into a war of attrition, then it all comes down to who can reinforce their troops faster.

And this was Qingquan City.

Given the uncertain strength of the opponent, the commander made the most cautious decision based on limited information, which was understandable.

However, it wasn’t quite in line with the typical style of the Looters.

The Spring Water Commander silently contemplated, giving an internal assessment of these Looters.

These creatures were not easy to deal with!

Elsewhere.

The Guard Captain Wrench, wearing a Type-Five exoskeleton, walked to the center of the Winter Willow Camp’s village square and met the village chief.

Looking at the elderly man, wrinkled and wise, he spoke in a solemn tone.

"The attack on you was by the Chewing Bone Tribe, they have recently expanded from the central to the southern part of the River Valley Province. Although we prevailed this time, I’m not certain if they will come back."

Glancing around, Wrench continued.

"I’m really sorry this happened, we did our best."

The villagers dragged their fallen comrades’ bodies to the square, and a quick count showed at least twenty.

Many had died gruesome deaths, a sight so harrowing that it made him frown.

Such beasts!

He couldn’t imagine what would have occurred if they had arrived just a few minutes later.

"Sir, please don’t say that," Horse Occupy Hill shook his head and spoke, "If it weren’t for you... our fate might have been even worse."

Beside the old man, a ragged man staggered over.

Half of his face was burned, his forehead smeared with blood, babbling as if terrified out of his wits.

"I’ve always said... we should have run away from here, the group that came this time was just a small fry, the real devils are still behind. No one can match them, nobody!"

Wrench looked at him.

"Who is this?"

Horse Occupy Hill’s throat moved, and he softly sighed.

"He’s a refugee from Tianshui City, a distant relative of our family, named Ma Shan. He’s a pitiful man, his family broken and lost to tragedy once, and just when he luckily escaped, he encountered those people here... His mental state might be somewhat abnormal."

Wrench: "..."

Meeting with disasters twice, indeed.

That’s genuinely unlucky.

Seeing the exoskeleton-clad man looking at him with pity, Ma Shan, as if triggered, became agitated and spoke.

"I’m not joking! They have very big guns, and huge trucks... The most terrifying part is, they’ve enslaved the Claws of Death! I know it sounds crazy, but I saw it with my own eyes! Undoubtedly, they are the minions of the Grim Reaper, otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense that the Claws of Death would stand with them!"

As one of the most ferocious beasts of the Wasteland, the Claw of Death was seen as a symbol of demise and even worshipped as minions of death by many ignorant tribes.

Wrench listened, utterly baffled, and frowned.

Though he couldn’t understand the gibberish, his instincts told him this man might possess some critical information.

"I’ll take you to see the Manager."

Ma Shan looked confused.

"Manager...?"

Realizing he hadn’t introduced himself properly, Wrench then said.

"I forgot to introduce myself, we are from Shelter No. 404."

"Shelter?" Horse Occupy Hill paused, looking at Wrench with a surprise clearly not expecting that their rescuer was indeed from the Blue Jacket.

And the ragged man, upon hearing this, immediately lit up with hope and blurted out.

"Please take me there!"

"As long as we close the door, those Looters definitely won’t get in!"

Outpost Base.

The slender man sat in the reception room, fidgeting uneasily in his chair with a distracted expression. His eyes intermittently darted towards the window and the door; any slight disturbance could make him tense.

Through inquiry, Chu Guang learned that this man’s name was Ma Li, the second son from the family of the village head of Winter Willow Camp.

He had an older brother named Ma Yong, but such trivial details didn’t matter much.

Chu Guang didn’t want to thrive on others’ misery, but he had to admit that the tragedy at Winter Willow Camp had served as a wake-up call for all the survivors in the northern suburbs.

After seeing the dreadful conditions there via drone, representatives from other survivor settlements were terrified and finally faced reality.

The Chewing Bone Tribe had made it to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City!

Their methods were brutal, their equipment sophisticated, and they were well-versed in tactics. Ordinary survivor settlements stood no chance against these hungry wolves!

Some had hesitated and even planned to negotiate the relocation; nevertheless, they had now resolved to ask for Chu Guang’s help, hoping to start the relocation as soon as possible.

The rest was easy to say.

There were thirteen survivor settlements in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, spread across nearly 500 square kilometers.

Chu Guang quickly devised an evacuation plan, moving from the farthest to the nearest in three phases.

The five survivor settlements closest to the Central State Aerospace Ecology Experimental Base were included in the first phase of evacuation.

These included Super Power Battery Factory, Hope Mountain Cooperative, Scavenger’s Home, Highway Town, and Winter Willow Camp—more than six hundred households, a total of over a thousand people, equivalent to six Bet Streets.

Outpost Base had only nine trucks available, including four newly captured ones!

People could do without trucks, but goods had to be moved, especially food.

Other things could be left behind, but food was a must!

Otherwise, once so many people reached Changjiu Farm, Chu Guang would be unable to find enough food for them, and famine might reach them before the Chewing Bone Tribe.

Chu Guang contacted Liuding and mobilized fifty Strength-type players to form a transportation team, with a hundred Soldier players as guards for the evacuation.

They would start with the outermost survivor settlements, assisting the local survivors in evacuating.

All personnel and materials would first be evacuated to the New United Gas Station, ten kilometers away from Changjiu Farm, then moved to Changjiu Farm in batches.

As for what would happen later...

That would have to be considered later.

The immediate priority was to get people and goods back.

If those Looters got their hands on supplies, who knows how many more would come!

The reception room door opened.

Seeing the Manager walk in, Ma Li, who sat on the stool, immediately stood up and hurriedly greeted him.

"Sir, my family... are they alright?"

Chu Guang looked at him and said,

"My subordinate saw your father, he’s doing alright, but... your village might have suffered severe losses. My people are assisting with your evacuation, and if all goes well, you could see your father at Changjiu Farm by tomorrow evening."

Hearing his father was still alive, Ma Li breathed a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxed. However, upon hearing the rest, his heart involuntarily tightened again.

This winter was already hard enough...

Now that they had lost their village and had no home, the days to come would surely be tougher than before.

But no matter what, the others had saved his people’s lives.

Ma Li lowered his head and sincerely said,

"Thank you..."

Chu Guang shook his head.

"No need to thank me."

"Helping you is, in fact, helping ourselves."

Winter Willow Camp had over seventy households, including the elderly and children, nearly two hundred people.

Thinking a bit darker,

So many people.

Enough for those Looters to eat for a long time...

Ma Li looked at Chu Guang and earnestly said,

"Is there anything I can do? If I can be of help to you."

Chu Guang had a thought and said,

"Outpost Base’s capacity is limited, we plan to gather the first group of evacuees from the survivor settlements at the New United Gas Station, ten kilometers from Changjiu Farm, then move them to Changjiu Farm in batches. If you want to help, you can go there, and I can arrange for you to comfort the survivors so you can meet your father sooner."

Of course.

That also meant,

Standing on the front lines.

Ma Li took a deep breath, overcoming the fear in his heart, and nodded solemnly.

"I’m willing to go!"

Chu Guang, admiring this now spirited man, patted his arm.

"Then go."

"The boarding area is on the north side of the Park, my people will take you there!"

Outside the eastern gate of the Outpost Base.

At the entrance of the nomads’ village, the sisters Autumn Grass and Autumn Leaf were standing next to a stump with an axe embedded in it, each holding a wooden basket, craning their necks to look around.

The baskets contained a full load of raw silk wrapped around sticks.

Seeing Teng Teng approaching from the Outpost Base, the sisters’ eyes instantly brightened.

Especially the outgoing younger sister, who couldn’t help but tiptoe and wave excitedly, running over to hug her.

"Teng Teng!"

"Autumn Leaf, good morning—ah! No, no need to spin me around; it’s too weird!"

Having finally touched the ground, Teng Teng, with flushed cheeks, smoothed her disheveled hair, and Autumn Leaf looked at her bewildered, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Teng Teng?"

"It’s nothing... Just, don’t do that again, okay!"

Autumn Leaf nodded as if she understood.

Although the language of the residents of the refuge wasn’t very familiar to her, Autumn Leaf was pretty fluent when it came to saying "Teng Teng."

Thanks to the beautiful and kind-hearted Miss Teng Teng, who had taught them how to harvest silk and gifted them a set of silk-harvesting tools, the tribe now had a lot of beautiful and durable ropes, silk, and fabrics, and also gained extra income.

Every morning, Teng Teng would come by, buying the raw silk they had produced the day before.

Everyone in the tribe was very thankful to this kind person, and the tribe leader had specifically instructed her and her sister to give her the best silk they had. As for the average quality silk, they could keep it for themselves as they didn’t need the finer quality.

Autumn Leaf was not particularly interested in coins, but the pupae of the Devil Moth were irresistible!

She had never tasted such delicious insects.

Pale and tender, crunchy with one bite whether roasted or boiled, they were simply delightful!

Just as Autumn Leaf was thinking about inviting Teng Teng to try her delicious cooking, her sister, Autumn Grass, approached from not far away, tapping her on the head.

"Ouch!"

Autumn Leaf covered her head, looking at her sister with a face full of grievance, while the latter glared at her and chided softly.

"You shouldn’t be so rude to others; they are our benefactors."

Saying this, Autumn Grass looked apologetically at Teng Teng, lowered her head, and said earnestly in her imperfect pronunciation.

"Sorry, sister, for the trouble."

"It’s okay, no need for such formal apologies..." Teng Teng, ill at ease in such situations, especially with Autumn Leaf’s pitiful look, quickly changed the subject, "Right, the silk."

Saying this, she took out a bag of silver coins from her pocket and handed it to Autumn Grass.

Autumn Grass was slightly taken aback but then politely accepted, picking up the wooden basket from the ground.

"We’ve finished the work; we can help you carry it over."

"It’s alright, it’s alright. I can take it back myself, it’s not far."

Watching Autumn Leaf, who stood behind her sister with a face full of grievance, Teng Teng walked up to her and gently touched her head, saying cheerfully.

"Thank you, it was hard work!"

"These materials are a huge help!"

With these materials, so many clothes could be made!

"Thank you!"

Autumn Leaf’s eyes lit up, her face immediately breaking into a smile.

She understood that word!

It signified gratitude and affirmation!

Just then, a commotion suddenly arose from the northern gate of the Outpost Base, and a large group of people carrying rifles marched north with imposing momentum.

It was the same yesterday.

The tribal villagers stopped their work, looking toward the north, and started murmuring quietly.

"What happened..."

"I heard it’s from the north."

"The north! The chaos has spread to here?"

"May the spirits of the ancestors bless those warriors and grant them a triumphant return."

"Let’s hope the war doesn’t reach us... We finally found a place to settle down."

The days of wandering had been too harsh.

No one wanted to return to that kind of life.

Looking toward the north, Autumn Leaf nervously huddled next to her sister.

Autumn Grass gently patted her little head, comforting her softly.

"Don’t be afraid."

"The Manager will protect us."

Though Teng Teng couldn’t understand what the sisters were saying, she could sense the unease in their eyes.

Giving them a firm look, Teng Teng reassured them with an encouraging tone.

"Don’t worry, nothing will happen."

"Everyone in the refuge will protect you!"

...

North gate of the Park.

Two trucks stopped.

Edge Shoveling, carrying a sickle assault rifle, called his teammates to board the trucks.

"Brothers, get on the truck, there’s work to do! There’s work to do!"

"Mission: Head to ’Super Power Battery Factory’ (In Progress)"

"Mission: Cover the evacuation of ’Super Power Battery Factory’ residents (Not Started)"

With an optic-mounted "Sickle" semi-automatic rifle on his back, Debt Giant Eye hopped onto the truck stirring excitement.

"Let’s go, let’s follow Brother Shui to put out fires!"

Edge Shoveling rolled his eyes.

"Damn, can we change the name? Can’t you just call me Edge?"

However, the more he resisted, the more the others around him teased.

Construction Teen with Brick: "Alright, Brother Shui! Where are we spraying water today?"

Makabazi: "What water? Brother Shui, where are we going to deliver some heads today?"

Edge Shoveling: "@#%!"

Due to the ridiculously high casualty rate, Edge Shoveling’s convoy had gained a bit of notoriety on the forum, often being teased by players and backseat drivers as the death car.

When they encountered mutants previously, after two rounds of heavy casualties, had it not been for the planners losing patience and lowering the difficulty, sending a team of power-armored allies to their side, they might have been wiped out entirely!

Even last night’s raid on the experimental base, as a feint group, their casualty rate reached 50%.

Although everyone knew it wasn’t his fault that so many died, being constantly involved in big scenes and killed off by the plotline was really too unlucky.

But strangely,

he always survived.

Because of this, many debated on the forum whether high perception might add dodging or luck, otherwise, it was inexplicable.

Once on the truck, Debt Giant Eye, unable to keep quiet, chuckled while teasing Construction Teen with Brick next to him.

"Wanna bet? A little wager invigorates the spirit. Let’s bet 1 Silver Coin, guess today’s death lottery."

Construction Teen with Brick didn’t even think before coolly extending five fingers.

"I bet five."

Why five?

Because he had five fingers, the other hand was lazily pocketed and he wasn’t bothered to pull it out.

"Tch," Debt Giant Eye clicked his tongue, "then I bet six."

Another player nearby heard this and shivered.

"Shit, can you not jinx it?"

"I just want to get off this truck!"

Mobilized into ten squads in total, two of which were led by Edge Shoveling, headed towards the Super Power Battery Factory located 22 kilometers away.

This battery factory was situated in a small town, producing safe, reliable, and environmentally-friendly solid hydrogen batteries. Before the war, the product was somewhat famous, and the town’s two public schools and a kindergarten were even funded by it.

However, more than two centuries later today, the only connection this factory had with batteries was probably just the sign that could barely be read.

Most of the factory buildings had collapsed, only the enclosing wall was barely usable. With no dangerous variants nearby, over time, people settled here.

Survivors built houses with scavenged materials, repaired the walls, and lived off scavenging and farming here for many years.

Two trucks stopped at the factory gate.

Survivors, carrying big and small bags and even hand carts, had already gathered at the gate.

Many faces reflected bewilderment; although the rumor that Chewing Bone Tribe had brought the war to the northern suburbs of Qingquan City wasn’t new, nobody expected everything to happen so suddenly.

A young guard jumped down from the truck, quickly walked to the factory gate, and met the village chief of this survivor settlement.

It was a somewhat hunched old man, his face carrying the scars of time, but he still appeared robust.

Lu Bei stood before him, his expression serious and his words concise.

"Guard Lu Bei from Shelter No. 404! By order of the Manager, I’m here to assist your evacuation!"

Although somewhat concerned by the youthful appearance of the man before him, the soldiers behind him reassured the old man.

He nodded and spoke.

"My name is Li Zhong, the village chief here. I’ve heard about the situation from the kids, we’ve packed our things, ready to leave at any moment."

"We will abide by your rules, and hope that you can keep your promise and respect our agreement."

Lu Bei nodded, loyally saying.

"Don’t worry, the Manager has already planned a bright future for you, now please follow me—"

Before he could finish, gunfire suddenly erupted from a distance, bullets whistling toward the gate, instantly marking the concrete wall with a row of bullet holes, dust flying.

Startled by the sudden gunfire, the surrounding survivors quickly dodged away from the gate.

However, a few who kept their composure amidst danger skillfully picked up weapons and crouched at the doorway, returning fire towards the source of the bullets.

Looking sharply northward, Lu Bei’s eyes widened slightly; a steel-plated pickup truck had already steadied itself at the turning corner of the road.

That dark gun barrel was aimed straight this way!

Not far off, Edge Shoveling was already bellowing and leading a charge, firing to draw attention while directing his squad members to spread out.

"Enemy attack!"

"Driver, don’t get out! Drive the trucks inside the factory area!"

"Squad A, defend here, Squad B, follow me! We need to break out before they encircle us!"

"Rocket launcher ready! 100 yards range, fire!"

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