This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 301 War Preparation

Chapter 301: Chapter 301 War Preparation

During 1942, a German pilot had to go through a training period of six months, as well as two months of studying aviation subjects before he’d get the chance to enter A/B Level Flight Training Schools and train on light aircraft.

After accumulating over a hundred hours of flight time, the pilot could finally receive his pilot’s license and his Flying Wings Medal.

And after that, they still needed to go to a Level C Flight Training School for training on various models of aircraft before they could fly twin-engine fighters or reconnaissance planes to the front lines.

However, as the war situation grew tense and shortages in fuel and aircraft became a problem, this quickly changed. Once Little Beard listened to Goring’s report, he simply ordered the dissolution of the Level C Flight Schools, and subsequently, the light aircraft of the B-level schools were replaced by gliders.

It was said that by the end of the war, the average training time for a German pilot before heading to the front lines was only 160 hours.

hours, that’s still a bit much.

In Mosquito’s view, 80 hours of training was entirely sufficient; the remaining 80 hours could be spent training over the enemy’s heads.

It also saved some bullets and electricity.

Gliders weren’t particularly fast.

As long as you stayed calm and followed the method he taught, there wouldn’t be any problem!

It took a whole morning for Mosquito to explain the basics of flying to his little disciples.

A few players who had either flown gliders in real life or played flight simulators from time to time would even chirp in with a comment or two.

To deepen their understanding, Mosquito dragged his only four training machines out of the hangar to let each of the aspiring players who wished to soar the skies with him sit inside while he explained the flying operations one by one.

Although many people were confused when they first came into contact with these things, as long as you stomped the power to the max, the speed crossed the white line, pulling up on the control stick was enough, right?

For ground attacks, align the scale line with the target, and for strafing runs, use tracer bullets to correct the trajectory.

Sounds pretty simple.

Mosquito talked till he was parched and tongue-tied after a whole morning.

At this moment, two muddy-faced little players walked over from outside the airfield.

Mosquito glanced at them and recognized them.

One was Makabazi, the other was Going Up the Mountain to Fight Tigers; the two of them were farming players, busy in the fields every day, and it was said that they had even leveled their farming to 5.

Though the reward for reaching Level 10 in farming was tempting, there were not many players who really had the perseverance to toil in the fields.

As for players who played "Wasteland OL" as a farming simulator like these two, they were even rarer.

Just about to ask what they wanted, Makabazi raised his hand with a beaming smile.

"Coach! Can we train with you too?"

Going Up the Mountain to Fight Tigers: "Good brother! Take us with you!"

"Sure thing, I never turn away those who come!" Mosquito chuckled, naturally not refusing newcomers offering themselves up, but he still found it slightly odd, "I mean, don’t you two busy yourselves in the fields all day? What made you think of learning to fly planes."

And they were Strength Types at that.

What the hell does a Strength Type need with flying a plane?

Isn’t it better to go to the artillery teams to fire cannons?

Faced with Mosquito Brother’s curious gaze, Going Up the Mountain to Fight Tigers chuckled and said.

"We plan to buy a plane to spread pesticides!"

Makabazi nodded excitedly, "Same here!"

Mosquito was stunned for a moment, just about to mock these guys for using his invention for such unambitious purposes, but quickly remembered that in reality, gliders were indeed used to spread pesticides...

Scratching the back of his head, Mosquito held back the words on the tip of his tongue.

"Alright then... teaching it is by the way."

Makabazi happily hugged his shoulder.

"Thanks, brother!"

"Damn it! Can you wash your hands before taking advantage of me! I’m covered in mud now!"

Mosquito, breaking free, dusted the mud off himself and rolled his eyes at the grinning Makabazi, "What do you guys want to learn? Just flying? Or do you want to practice other subjects too?"

Makabazi: "What other subjects do you have?"

Mosquito: "There’s plenty, ground attack subjects include low-altitude strafing, trajectory correction, diving and bombing—"

Before Mosquito could finish, Going Up the Mountain to Fight Tigers eagerly nodded and said, "Learn! Learn this too!"

Makabazi looked at him oddly: "We’re not going to the front lines, what do we need that for?"

Going Up the Mountain to Fight Tigers excitedly said, "Who says we can’t use it if we’re not at the front? It’s useful for spreading pesticides! And if wild boars or any other Variants run into our fields, we can’t chase them on foot, just hop in the plane and hammer them!"

Makabazi was completely blown away.

"Holy shit! Awesome!"

It wasn’t just the Makabrother who was blown away, but also Mosquito, who was standing nearby. A second ago, he thought they lacked ambition; now, it seems he underestimated them.

Mosquito surprisedly grabbed Tiger Brother’s shoulder, not minding the mud, and excitedly patted it a few times.

"For your dedication, I’ll definitely take you as my disciple! Don’t worry, brother, I’ll train both of you to be ace pilots!"

Tiger Brother smiled shyly, self-consciously scratching the back of his head.

"Actually, there’s no need to go that far, it’s not necessary to be ace pilots, ordinary pilots are fine for us."

Mosquito chuckled.

"How can that be, everyone who graduates from me must have what others have!"

"Every student who graduates from my training is an ace pilot. Our diploma is nothing less than an ace pilot certificate!"

"Rest assured, each of you will have a certificate by then!"

Makabazi: "Holy shit! Is that even possible?!"

Going Up the Mountain to Beat a Tiger: "6666!"

"Keep it down, keep it down, hehe."

Looking at his two new apprentices, Mosquito’s face was brimming with a smile.

He hadn’t expected there to be so many eager learners in the Game.

He had a plan now.

It seemed that no one in the Game had started a training institution yet. At the military schools and literacy classes, it was NPCs lecturing to NPCs, and with the language barrier, not many players went there to join in.

However, to become a hardcore player, you had to learn some skills!

Since everyone was overlooking this market, then he might as well be the first one to break the ice!

In the future, the graduates from his program would all be "ace pilots," and he would be the principal of the ace pilots!

...

After the morning training session ended, Mosquito dismissed the team and took his four senior apprentice brothers to various places, looking for strong teams to carry them.

During this time, everyone was rushing to level up their Army ranks, teaming up for high-contribution missions, trying to get to Level 10 before the release of the new expansion pack and upgrade from Phase F to Phase E.

They also took the opportunity to get their team coordination down.

This Game was different from other MMORPGs, there were no real pay-to-win items, nor were there any invincible Dragon Slayer Swords that hit for 999 or Undying Armor with +99% vampirism. While levels and equipment had raised the upper and lower limits of the players’ combat power, they didn’t mean invincibility.

Even with the max level Heavy Cavalry Exoskeleton, a chest hit from a HEAT round would send you straight back home. Even powerful Awakeners would lie down if hit in the head.

Reportedly, in the pre-war era, there was shield technology, and they even developed different types of shields for different kinds of weapons.

Like the nitrogen shield on the Manager’s hammer, which could effectively weaken and even block bullets, explosive fragments, and throwing objects.

But that was, after all, NPC gear.

As everyone knows, NPC gear is for display, and by the time you can buy it in the shop, it might already be a few updates behind.

Therefore, for players who planned to go to the frontlines, synergizing with teammates was more important than merely increasing one’s Sequence Level.

As for lone wolf players who didn’t like fixed teams and weren’t interested in socialization, there were still places to go.

The gates of the First and Second Corps were open to all players above Level 5, and many solo players chose the NPC Legions, although they usually kept a low profile.

Although the NPC Legion focused on defense, they also issued missions to reinforce the frontlines and transport supplies during war times, and completing these missions would still earn merits and medals.

If you discovered your command talent during battles, after the campaign ended, you could leave with your teammates and the merits you had accumulated to establish your own Army.

Chu Guang had devised a way to promote gaming experience for every type of player he had screened.

Managing indigenous people with indigenous methods, and managing players with players’ methods, had always been his steadfast approach.

The preparation for the northern expedition was not only for combat professional players; lifestyle players were also actively preparing for the upcoming expansion pack in their own ways...

...

At the edge of Red River Town.

A truck loaded with goods slowly passed through the wooden outpost outside the Enclosing Wall of the Horseshoe Iron Commerce Association’s area.

Red River Town was different from Qingquan City; there was no unified large survivor settlement here. Mine owners and business association bosses each staked out their own territory and minded their own business.

However, most outside merchants and mercenaries still preferred to stay with the business association bosses, rather than the local Slave Owners.

Although both were equally unscrupulous, people were more fearful of waking up in the middle of the night with collars and shackles than being fleeced by unscrupulous business owners.

Few people visited the Slave Owners’ areas; the entrances of the major business associations were always busy with visitors.

Over time, they gradually developed into waystations and with an increase in the permanent population, eventually into what they are today.

"Horseshoe Town" was considered one of the larger survivor settlements around Red River Town and the closest to Qingquan City.

Yet, it was fundamentally different from the typical survivor settlements.

Most small and medium-sized settlements tended to be exclusive, with varying degrees of exclusivity.

However, here, the external population accounted for 80% or more of the total population!

Sitting in the driver’s seat, Si Si kept observing the passersby.

Just by looking at their clothes, skin color, and demeanor, you couldn’t tell who were locals and who had come from other places to trade.

As Si Si sized up the NPCs, the NPCs standing on both sides of the road also sized them up.

Especially the truck and the goods piled on it, which drew side glances from many mercenaries and traveling merchants.

"Why doesn’t that truck have a chimney?"

"Probably runs on batteries."

"An electric truck?! What happens if it runs out of power on the road?"

"For short trips, it should be no problem... I recognize this thing, it’s called an ’Electric donkey’, something those Blue Jackets from the North suburb of Qingquan city came up with."

"Those from the Blue Ground Squirrel shelter? No wonder they look so soft and tender."

"Wait, you said Electric donkey?! The one that costs fifty thousand Silver coins?"

"That should be the one!"

Fifty thousand Silver coins!

Mercenaries who had been to the City of Dawn unanimously held their breath, many with looks of envy on their faces.

In the North suburb of Qingquan city, 200 silver coins could exchange for an assault rifle!

That much money was enough to arm a hundred-person team!

Even more envious—and indeed covetous—was the fact that behind that truck there was a whole load of light and heavy weapons and ammunition, worth at least twice as much as the truck, if not more.

What made it even more unbelievable was that the two occupants in the driver and passenger seats of this fully loaded truck were two young girls?

Though female mercenaries weren’t uncommon in the Wasteland, they were entirely different from these two.

How on earth did these people make it here safely!

"I, I feel like a lot of people are staring at us," whispered Sesame Paste, tightening her helmet that hid her cat ears, from the passenger seat.

"Relax, let them look if they want. This is a safe zone, we just need to keep to our own path."

Si Si, who was holding the steering wheel, glanced outside the window.

Meat Meat might not be high in Sequence Level or renowned for her combat power, but her formidable size was still quite intimidating.

Even the Awakeners had to walk around in the presence of a large White bear clad in heavy armor.

Furthermore, with the 10mm caliber "Maxim II" mounted on top of the vehicle, and with Tail who couldn’t keep her hands still and always loved to aim about carelessly, they had more than enough deterrence for any would-be malefactors.

Their journey had been relatively smooth.

For the most part, when encountering others on the same road, they would usually give them a wide berth.

The only threat they encountered was a pack of Hu Wolves that tried to approach them under the cover of night.

At that time, only Tail and Meat Meat were online, and the situation was indeed a bit dangerous.

But luckily Tail reacted quickly, climbing on top of the vehicle while Meat Meat bared her teeth at the leading wolves, grasping the machine gun and spraying bullets.

After leaving behind a dozen or so bodies, the wolf pack swiftly scampered away.

To be honest, wolf meat really tasted bad.

No matter how it was cooked, there was a fishy taste.

Later, they sold these game animals to a purchasing station in Garbage City, exchanged some supplies from the local vendors, and then continued on their way.

"Wow wow wow! Is this Red River Town?"

"It’s completely different from Giant Stone City! Nobody seems to be afraid of me."

Starting from passing the checkpoint, Tail and Meat Meat were excitedly looking around.

Square mud-brick homes lined the streets, while stalls along the road were crowded with vendors hawking their commodities; mercenaries carrying weapons shuttled through the narrow streets, and traveling traders talked animatedly, haggling with customers as they led their wares by ropes.

Sometimes, at the other end of the rope, there would be machinery with caterpillar tracks; other times, oxen draped with burlap sacks, or sometimes, people—possibly bionic humans too.

Everything here was full of novelty for her.

The team behind Wasteland OL wasn’t making a game!

They had created an almost real world!

This was too nice!

Listening to Meat Meat’s comments on the communication channel, Si Si’s smile became slightly awkward.

"Uh, I think they’re actually scared, but they don’t really dare to bother us... How about you hang a rope around your neck and lead yourself?"

Meat Meat protested immediately.

"Wait a minute, wouldn’t that be too strange? At least get someone else to lead me, right?"

Sesame Paste: "...?"

Si Si: "...?"

The only one who didn’t notice what was wrong with that statement was Tail, still on the rooftop indulging in the joy of unlocking a new map.

"Si! By the way, this place is called Red River Town, but why haven’t we seen a river on our way here?!"

Si Si: "Maybe there was one before the war?"

Tail: "Oh! That makes sense! By the way, I heard there are lots of bugs here, including those super long ones that are dozens of meters!"

"Bugs, bugs?! Where?!"

The nervous Sesame Paste clutched the revolver under her seat, searching outside the window, but saw nothing.

Tail: "Not here, silly, I read it on the forums where everyone was talking about it!"

Si Si: "Wow! That’s impressive."

Tail: "Dang! Si Si, you’re so dismissive!"

"As I’m driving right now, these streets are too narrow... just wait a moment," Si Si said, placating the exuberant Tail with a tone used for pacifying children. However, Si Si’s thoughts couldn’t help but drift to the official website.

Apparently, if one headed west out of River Valley Province and entered Luo Xia Province, then further west would be an endless Desert Sea.

That sounded much more magnificent than this place.

"I’ll have to go see it sometime."

Horseshoe Town’s trade station was not far from the main gate.

Si Si parked the truck next to the unloading area, jumped down from the vehicle after opening the door, and spoke a few sentences in imperfect United Human language to a workstation attendant nearby. Soon, a few workers came over to help them unload the goods from the truck.

The man responsible for settling the goods was wearing a leather jacket, a brown scarf around his neck, and a rolled cigarette in his mouth.

Si Si noticed that his left arm was a mechanical prosthesis, but judging from the mottled rust, it seemed to have been used for a long time.

Before approaching the cargo, the man consciously extinguished his cigarette and tucked it back into his pocket, apparently planning to continue smoking later.

"LD-47 rifles, 88mm mortars, 20mm light cavalry guns, and KV-1 Exoskeletons with ammunition—are all things we urgently need. But before we give you a quote, I need to know what you want. Slaves? Mines? Spot goods? Or vouchers?"

VM translated a part of the keywords.

Combining her own understanding and strategies from the official website, Si Si roughly understood what he was saying and replied in a succinct tone.

"Mines, spot goods."

The man raised an eyebrow.

"Do you have a price list?"

Si Si didn’t speak but pulled out a sheet of paper from her pocket and handed it to him.

Before departing from the City of Dawn, she had browsed other players’ posts on the Forum and learned about the local prices in advance, calculating the materials she planned to purchase and creating a list.

She felt it would be more efficient to do this than picking through goods on-site, bargaining with locals who spoke a mixture of United Human and dialects while running the risk of being taken for a novice and severely overcharged or causing unnecessary misunderstandings.

After taking the list and glancing at it, the man’s brow furrowed slightly.

"Copper, nickel, zinc, and sulfur are no problem, but for platinum... we don’t have it in stock. You might have to wait until tomorrow. Or I can settle the platinum part with vouchers, and you can use them to pick up the goods from the nearby mine."

Si Si frowned and thought for a moment before shaking her head.

"Deliver the other goods as spot goods, and send the platinum to the military base of the New Alliance."

The man looked at her with surprise in his eyes.

"You are from the New Alliance?"

Si Si replied tersely.

"Yes."

With a hint of wariness in his eyes, the man did not say much and took the list, signaling his workers to start loading the goods onto the truck.

Getting back to the truck, Si Si spoke to her teammates.

"There’s been a change of plans. They’re out of platinum stock, so we’ll have to stay here for the night."

"Are we staying here?" Tail asked with sparkling eyes.

"Of course, we’ll go back to the nearby save point... Besides, could you even sleep here? It’s so noisy." Si Si said helplessly.

Tail began scrolling through the map on the VM, seemingly unaware of where their military base was located.

Sesame Paste curiously asked.

"What’s the platinum for?"

Si Si casually replied, "It’s an order from the chemical plant. It should be a catalyst for acid production, probably to expand the production capacity of nitric acid."

"Acid production?"

Si Si explained, "For making smokeless gunpowder."

Meat Meat looked at Si Si in amazement.

"You know about this stuff?"

Si Si’s expression was somewhat subtle.

"emmm... Initially, I didn’t."

"This Game teaches you everything as you play."

...

At the same time.

In the center of Horseshoe Town, at the headquarters of the Business Association.

The man in the office looked at the inventory list handed over by his subordinate and furrowed his brows slightly.

"Sulfur, copper... and platinum, all running low in stock?"

The subordinate standing in front of the desk nodded.

"Yes, most were bought by Commercial Teams coming from Qingquan City."

Thinking for a moment, the man stood up and walked over to the wall, pondering over the map for a long time.

His gaze settled on West State City to the north of Qingquan City, and a flash of excitement suddenly crossed his eyes as he subconsciously clenched his fist.

"This is great!"

The New Alliance was planning to make a move against the Chewing Bone Tribe!

If they succeeded in taking West State City, the Snake Tribe stationed in Tianshui City would be caught in a pincer and forced into a passive situation.

This would also significantly reduce the pressure on Red River Town.

Of course, he saw much more than just that.

If the War Machine in the North suburb of Qingquan City were to start up fully, they would make a killing!

"My lord?" The subordinate spoke up, watching his back.

Turning his attention away from the map, the man did not explain anything to his subordinate but gave a brief instruction.

"Increase the stock of sulfur and copper, go ahead."

Containing his excitement, the man returned to his desk and took out the communicator from the drawer, calling the Mine Owner who had been supplying them for a long time.

"My friend."

"The opportunity to get rich has come!"

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