This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 564 We’re Here to Die!

Chapter 564: Chapter 564 We’re Here to Die!

The mutants based in Brocade River City had long grown accustomed to attacks from the Iron Tower Organization, and this time seemed no different from the last.

Both sides left behind over a dozen bodies, and after a big commotion, the skirmish hastily ended.

However, just like Chu Guang had guessed, the local mutant tribe was unlike others in different places—they had more fellows who were good at scheming.

Three armed trucks were blown up, nineteen mutant soldiers killed, including a centurion with 30% cybernetic body conversion.

For a band of guerrilla soldiers pieced together from this and that, such casualties were suspiciously high...

The next day, at dawn.

On the devastated streets stood a towering and magnificent giant.

His stature exceeded three meters; he was as robust as a wild bear with skin greenish-black in color, half his body was composed of granite-like muscles, and the other half sheathed in glossy, greasy steel interspersed with mottled rust. At a glance, it was hard to tell whether flesh was driving the steel, or the steel being commanded by the flesh.

His name was Qi Jia En, the leader of the Qi Tribe’s secular faction, not only the strongest in the whole tribe but also the undisputed highest authority.

Staring at the tragic corpse before him, his eyebrows knotted like two centipedes, his shimmering pupils brewing something indiscernible.

At that moment, an aged mutant, hunched over and draped in a patterned cloth over his shoulders, stepped up beside him and whispered.

"Missiles, Gauss Rifles, power armor, and airplanes... These sophisticated toys aren’t something those scattered soldiers would have. It’s likely that humans from the north have set their sights on us."

The old man’s name was Qi Gemo, the high priest of the Qi Tribe, over a hundred years old.

In the Qi Tribe, although most elderly priests belong to the ancient Ancestor Faction, this Gemo was an exception, standing completely with the younger secular faction.

And this was one of the reasons he replaced those revered old antiques as the high priest of the tribe and gained Jia En’s trust.

"Where are they?" Jia En asked in a deep voice.

His voice was devoid of any fluctuation, yet Gemo still sensed the brewing anger in it.

He knew this superior all too well.

After all, he had watched this child grow up...

Gemo’s gaze shifted slightly as he spoke in a very soft tone.

"I heard that a few days ago, an apostle from the Torch Church went to preach in a place called Dusty Town to the north of Brocade River City but has since disappeared without a trace."

"In the surrounding area of Brocade River City, it seems that Dusty Town is the only place that hasn’t embraced the holy fire. Even Pinecone Wood Farmstead has become a puppet of The Church, and with only two to three hundred households, that village couldn’t possibly survive on its own..."

Clearly.

Someone had helped them.

And who those people were, goes without saying.

Understanding Gemo’s indirect counsel, Jia En’s lips curled into a cold and ferocious smile, his sanguine gums exuding a bloodthirsty brutality.

"Og."

As his voice fell, a tall and muscular mutant warrior clad in heavy armor strode forward, kneeling on one knee before him, and said in a deep voice.

"What does the leader command?"

Jia En took a map from Gemo, glanced at it, and tossed it into the hands of the mutant warrior named Og, ordering in an even tone.

"You, take five hundred-man squads to that settlement called Dusty Town to the north, and avenge your brothers."

"The humans there—"

"Spare none!"

The Torch Church wished for them to take their share from the sheep pen with restraint, but since that place was not a sheep pen, there was nothing left to be said.

This was a necessary deterrent.

He wanted to remind those who disrespected them of the cost of their defiance.

Hearing that it was for avenging his brothers, Og’s eyes immediately ignited with a towering fighting spirit and rage, clutching the crumpled map in his hand.

"Og!"

After leaving the leader’s side, Og strode toward the open-top off-road vehicle parked on the roadside, bellowing at the driver to head to the military camp a few kilometers away.

Soon, a group of sloppy yet well-equipped mutant soldiers assembled at the gate, roughly five hundred in number.

Og, half-rising from the open-top off-road vehicle, grabbed a rifle thick as a thigh and raised it high, uttering a gruff roar.

"Og!!!"

"To slaughter those cowardly and unsightly bipeds!!"

That coarse roar seemed to carry a strange magic, igniting countless pairs of eyes looking up at him.

The gathered mutant soldiers in front of the gate raised their weapons high, shouting their anticipation for the upcoming massacre with excitement and crudeness.

"Og!!"

In the Qi Tribe, names were given special significance.

Only warriors recognized by the leader were granted the right to a written name, and only those who achieved enough merit were entitled to prefix their name with the tribe’s surname.

Shouting one’s name before the battle meant staking one’s honor and a vow of victory.

And to shout the name of a commander was to respond to that vow!

"Move out!!" Og swung his hand, large as a fan, with authority.

Under his simple and crude commands, the mutant soldiers clamored aboard the hefty trucks.

Those who couldn’t squeeze onto the vehicles huffed and puffed as they ran after them, as if they were hurrying to partake in a Bacchanalian feast, fearing they’d miss out by running slow.

A row of overloaded trucks, welded with ramming rods and steel plates, crawled along, leading a swarm of green heads and pitch-black gun muzzles toward the outskirts.

Flanking the main force, eight armed off-road vehicles prowled, with muscles the size of buns stuffing the space full to the brim.

It must be admitted that this manner of march also had a certain "Goblin" style to it...

However, these "Og" guys apparently didn’t notice that a drone was circling overhead, and it had been watching them for quite some time...

On the other side, 50 kilometers away in Dusty Town, a thin morning fog enveloped the area, which was still peaceful and tranquil.

The survivors living here had never seen a Viper transport plane, which could fly and spit fire, so they believed the players coming from above were "heavenly soldiers" sent by the emperor.

The local residents seemed to have formed a self-consistent set of logic or belief, and they had no doubt about the emperor who saved them, as well as the Big Horn Rat and the Great Antler God under his command...

"What the hell is this emperor?!"

Night Ten, who learned of the town’s situation from the mayor, grabbed Trash Older Brother and asked, "And how the hell did I become a genetic prototype?!"

Junk Lord embarrassedly glanced at Tranquility nearby.

"You have to ask this guy."

Tranquility also had a subtly expressive face and coughed before saying,

"I was just joking; I didn’t expect they would take it seriously... And genetic prototype, don’t you think it’s cool?"

Difficult for the strong glanced at him displeased.

"Cool my ass! These folks believed in the Big Horn Rat so easily, and it’s all because you spouted an avalanche of bullshit."

Tranquility was immediately unhappy.

"What do you mean ’avalanche of bullshit’? I suspect your loyalty!"

Difficult for the strong spit out.

"Ptui, human crap!"

Watching the endless argument between the man and the mouse, Fang Chang shifted his gaze subtly.

"Probably, we have different game inventories."

He neither got the point of their argument nor could he insert himself into their conversation.

Suddenly remembering something, Trash Older Brother quickly pulled Night Ten and asked,

"Right, I almost forgot, what about the fertilizer and seeds I asked you to bring? What about the tractor and stuff?"

"How could those things fit on an airplane?!"

Night Ten rolled his eyes, but seeing his brother’s anxious face, he sighed and said, "Don’t worry, I put them on a truck. They should arrive in a few days."

"Really?!"

The amber pupils immediately lit up, and Junk Lord’s face, which had been downcast a second ago, instantly burst into smiles, chuckling as he hooked Night Ten’s shoulder.

"Thanks, brother!"

"No problem, let me ride next time."

"Cough, it’s not impossible for you to call me ’daddy.’"

"%￥#@!"

As the group was shooting the breeze, the two Viper transport planes that returned to Giant Stone City last night suddenly trailed two arcs through the edge of the forest.

The high-speed jets of plasma wake kicked up a large amount of dust as the two black aircraft slowly descended onto the center of the small town.

"The emperor above!!"

Seeing the uniquely designed planes, Dusty Town’s mayor Qin Baitian excitedly clenched his fists; realizing what he saw, he quickly led the way and kneeled on the ground.

The residents who came out to watch the excitement also excitedly prostrated themselves, praying devoutly facing the planes.

Twenty players dressed in exoskeletons jumped out from the cabin.

They were all wearing K-10 "Iron Wall" heavy exoskeleton suits and holding rifles that were so large they looked like oversized bricks in their hands.

Their hefty caliber was like a shortened version of the 20mm Cavalry Gun, which did not seem out of place compared to the thick armor they were wearing.

Watching the residents prostrated on the street, the leading Midnight Chicken Killing froze momentarily, overwhelmed by the grand kowtowing ceremony.

What on earth was happening?

Just as he was at a loss, a familiar voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Holy shit?! Brother Chicken?!"

Seeing the leading Midnight Chicken Killing, Night Ten widened his eyes in surprise, walked up to pat him on the shoulder, and continued with a cheeky smile.

"Long time no see, not chopping trees anymore?"

Although occasionally seen on the forum, it had indeed been a long time since they met in the game.

During the whole battle campaign of Luo Xia Province, the Jungle Corps rarely engaged in the frontlines but rather roamed around the northern borders of the Alliance, hunting Variants nesting near Dawn City and tracking members of the Bear Tribe fluttering at the border between River Valley Province and Luo Xia Province.

There were mountains surrounded by steep ranges that were impassable, where supplies couldn’t follow where people could go, but this obviously wasn’t a problem for Midnight Older Brother.

A group of strength type brutes, each wielding a logging axe, forcefully blazed a trail through the jungle.

In this process, they also discovered many survivors hiding in the mountains to avoid the Bone Chewing Chaos and integrated these unexpected gains into Dawn City, somewhat expanding the Alliance’s territory.

Among the many playstyles in Wasteland OL, the tree-chopping approach led by Midnight Older Brother was quite unique.

Although this gameplay might be mundane, making few players stick with it, this long-term physical cultivation was a good leveling path for strength types, hardly much different from grinding on the battlefield or construction sites.

Currently, his level was LV34, only 2 levels behind Old White.

If not for his brawny combat style and slightly higher casualty rate, he probably would have already topped the strength type rankings.

Greeting Night Ten, whom he hadn’t seen for a long time, Midnight Chicken Killing smiled honestly.

"Yep, chopping trees is still on, but the Manager asked us to chop in a different area, so we switched posts with Springs Older Brother!"

Noticing the big gun in his hand, Night Ten curiously asked,

"What’s that thing you got there? How come I’ve never seen it in the shop?"

"XB-1 ’Roarer’ Bomb Gun! Fires 19mm explosion arrows!" Seeing the envy in the players’ eyes, Midnight Chicken Killing slapped his weapon and excitedly said, "This thing is probably the largest caliber light weapon the Alliance has for now... Currently, this equipment is still in testing, and we’re here for that reason."

"Holy shit?! A Bomb Gun?"

Hearing this introduction, I think Tranquility’s eyes went straight, and her obsessed expression fell just short of writing "want" on her face.

Qi Gaen looked envious too, but after glancing at his own small frame, he resignedly gave up.

That gun was about the size of a whole rat to him; after all, Goblin Technology equipment suited him better.

If only Mosquito Brother didn’t mess around so often.

"Good grief... 19mm?! You call this thing a gun?!"

Standing next to Midnight Chicken Killing, a Picheng Paratrooper laughed and said.

"This thing really does pack a punch, we tried it out, and it could blast through a steel plate as thick as a thumb! The only downside is the low ammo capacity; the magazine can only hold twenty rounds, and with a double drum, that’s just fifty. Even wearing an exoskeleton, you can only carry three drums."

Night Eleven enviously reached out and touched it.

"Come on, brother, let me have a try."

Xiao Xiaosha Chong smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"You, with your Perception type, forget about it. You need a minimum of 30 points in Strength or you have to wear a heavy exoskeleton."

Night Ten complained, "Damn! Can’t I just wear an exoskeleton?"

Midnight Chicken Killing curiously glanced at Night Eleven.

"Speaking of which, where’s your power armor?"

He’d heard that this guy showed off quite a bit during those few days in Giant Stone City, not even sparing the batteries, practically welding the thing onto himself.

Night Ten scratched his head, awkwardly saying,

"... My health bar was drained, it’s sent back for major repairs."

Xiao Xiaosha Chong chuckled, "Haha! My condolences!"

Night Ten, who had already been the butt of jokes on the Forum, sighed.

"Damn it... Next time, I should just get a lighter piece of equipment."

Last night’s flight had taken back his power armor, and the repair bill was a whopping hundred thousand silver coins, enough to buy a "Type 6" Heavy Cavalry Exoskeleton.

Taking a lesson from the last battle, he planned to follow Fang Chang’s suggestion, get a lighter exoskeleton, and then add some plug-ins like optical camouflage and nitrogen jets.

That would better suit his stealthy shooting style.

"Enough chit-chat, where’s Old White? I need to talk to him."

As he was speaking, Midnight Chicken Killing glanced behind Night Ten and happened to see Old White and Wild Wind approaching from the direction of the town’s gate.

"I’m here, long time no see."

After greeting Midnight Chicken Killing, Old White looked at him with a serious face and continued, "I’m sorry to bring you unfortunate news; it’s not a good time for you to be here, we need to evacuate."

Xiao Xiaosha Chong paused.

"Evacuate?"

"Yes."

Accompanying Old White, Wild Wind nodded and continued, "I saw from the sky just now, the Mutant tribe in the urban area is on the move, and a large number of Mutant Soldiers have completed their assembly and are heading our way."

At this news, everyone showed surprised looks on their faces.

Especially Trash Older Brother, Qi Gaen, and Tranquility, the three of them were immediately dumbstruck.

Swallowing hard, Tranquility asked with a trembling voice,

"... How many people?"

Wild Wind replied, "At least five hundred."

Night Ten took in a sharp breath.

"Damn... that’s even more than what we encountered last night."

Qi Gaen smacked his forehead, looking distressed.

"We’re completely screwed."

Not even recovered from what Wild Wind had said, Quit smoking asked with a bewildered face,

"Wait a second, how do they know we’re here?"

Wild Wind was about to explain when Night Ten rolled his eyes and cut in,

"It’s obvious, isn’t it? Those green-skinned muscle-heads might be hotheaded, but they’re not blind. Brocade River City is the only place not walled off by those Church lunatics, not to mention we gave them a taste of their own medicine a few days ago, and that missionary named Zhang Zhengyang is still locked up!"

Fang Chang looked at Night Ten in surprise.

Well-played.

The kid was improving.

"In short, that is the current situation. We need to start organizing the residents to evacuate immediately. We have about half an hour to pack up, communication devices and archival tools must be taken, and take as much food as possible..."

After issuing the order to the Army brothers, Old White turned to Trash Older Brother and said earnestly, "Trash Older Brother, please explain the situation to that NPC... thanks."

Even though he himself spoke United Human, his authority there was clearly not as good as a certain talking Lizard. Time was of the essence, and there was no room for delay.

"Alright."

Despite feeling mixed emotions, Trash Older Brother understood that now was not the time for stubbornness, and he nodded lightly.

He approached the bewildered Mayor Qin, succinctly explained the situation, and instructed him to evacuate.

The old man couldn’t believe it at first and kept asking whether it was true, but seeing the serious demeanor of the "God", he ultimately abandoned his unrealistic hopes and rushed off to notify everyone.

Thanks to those two planes earlier, many people were peeking out of their homes to watch the excitement, and news quickly spread throughout the town.

Still, upon hearing that the murderous Mutants were coming, everyone’s faces turned pale.

There was clanging from every house, men and women arguing, and children crying. The peaceful and tranquil past seemed like a mere dream.

Watching the chaotic streets, Tranquility, who had been holding back for quite a while, finally couldn’t help but speak up.

"Can’t we... defend the place for a while?"

He knew the defensive fortifications here were somewhat lacking, a one-meter-high short wall and a few dozen rifles wouldn’t be able to stop the Mutants.

But the thought of abandoning this place still pained his heart.

Glancing at the newcomer, Fang Chang could probably guess his thoughts at the moment, but still told him the hard truth.

"It’s difficult."

"We have too little time to prepare, and with just fifty kilometers from the city district, they’ll quickly catch up to us. Our main force and logistics are still on the way. Even if we fend off their first wave of attack, we’ll be quickly overwhelmed by the second and third waves."

"Besides, this place is essentially flat land. We lack adequate defensive fortifications and sufficient weapons and ammo reserves. The most practical approach right now is to move fifty kilometers north and establish a new operational base in the higher terrain of the mountains."

"I’m sorry, we might have dragged you down," Old White said apologetically, patting the newcomer’s shoulder with a light sigh, "All we can manage is to take the residents away."

Tranquility looked down, his face saddening as he gently shook his head.

"Don’t say that... even without what happened last night, the Torch Church wouldn’t have let this place be. Without you, we’d have been gone on the first day."

No matter how strong Trash Older Brother is, he’d have a hard time against a hundred lunatics with automatic rifles...

Half an hour passed quickly.

The residents of the town had finished packing their bags, standing at the town gates with their large and small bags, families in tow. The adults carried loads on their shoulders, the elderly led the kids, and in every pair of eyes was written panic, helplessness, and confusion.

Having left the land they relied on for survival, they didn’t know where to go next, let alone how to live through the coming year.

But with the Mutants coming, they had no choice but to flee.

If one could still bargain with the Looters, then, in the eyes of the Mutants, these people were barely different from livestock.

Men would almost instantly be killed and made into jerky; women, whether fifty or five years old, would be locked in cages.

Trash Older Brother cast a complex look back at the small town and the residents at the gate and suddenly made up his mind, stepping forward to face Old White.

"I plan on staying."

It seemed Difficult for the strong had thought the same; his claw rested on Trash Older Brother’s tail as he uttered a deep sigh.

"Rare to be on the same page with this dumb Lizard... I might as well stay too."

I think Tranquility also stepped forward.

"Count me in."

Old White looked at the three with surprise, his expression growing serious.

"Are you sure about this... It’s not much different from courting death."

I think Tranquility scratched his head apologetically, managing a smile.

"It’s okay... I’ve saved using your Device. Three days it is, then. And by staying behind, I can buy you some more time to retreat."

Before, he didn’t quite understand the unusual sentiment that A-test players had towards the Alliance.

It was just a game, yet they’d put themselves entirely in the shoes of the Alliance, considering the collective benefits out of sense, even risking the chance of not being able to save to undertake endless endeavors.

But now, he suddenly got it.

Although they were not natives of this Virtual world and shared no blood relation with the NPCs, this was a home they had built together, brick by brick.

Just like in Minecraft, the items in their backpacks were never the players’ save point; the home they built together was.

And he felt the same way now.

Whether it was the cobblestones that paved the roads or the windmill hanging on the mill, every blade of grass here recorded his memories of the past six months.

He remembered clearly when he and Trash Older Brother, along with Difficult for the strong, first came here—a place with only a crooked watchtower and a cluster of makeshift thatch huts, a group of merciless Looters and a crowd of emaciated, starving residents.

Now they had finally managed to provide a semblance of normal life for everyone.

If anyone wanted to destroy this—

Then bring it on.

Even as a novice, he would do everything in his power to delay them for at least two seconds with his life!

Old White stared at him for a while, seeing the determination in his eyes, nodded, and took a modified 20mm "Cavalry Gun," with altered magazine and receiver, from among his brothers and placed it in his hands.

Taking the heavy firepower reflexively, Tranquility’s arm sank under the weight, and he looked up at Old White with surprise.

Old White addressed him, "The LD-47 isn’t very effective against Mutants, use this instead."

Grasping the hefty weapon, Tranquility expressed his gratitude.

"Thanks..."

Old White smiled.

"Don’t mention it. You’ve bought us time to retreat. We should be thanking you."

"Ah, cut the sappiness, you’re making me embarrassed!" Trash Older Brother slapped Old White’s shoulder with a grin, "Killing Looters is lame; Mutants are where the excitement’s at! Watch for my news on the official website, if I don’t take down twenty or thirty today, I’ll write my name backwards!"

Watching the three bidding farewell to everyone, Midnight Chicken Killing, who had been silent, suddenly burst into a hearty laugh.

"Ha-ha, how could we miss out on such a thrilling affair!"

Trash Older Brother gave Brother Chicken a glance.

"What are you going on about now?"

Looking at the surprised crowd, Midnight Chicken Killing grinned.

"Almost forgot to tell you."

"We came here to die!"

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(This week, without seeing the Chapter updates, nobody is urging me to update, and I’m not used to it. _(:зゝ∠)_)

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