This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 70 Cleaning the Battlefield

Chapter 70: Chapter 70 Cleaning the Battlefield

North Gate of the Outpost Base.

Standing on a stool with a noose around his neck, a robust man was desperately begging for mercy through sobs and snot.

His name was Badger.

But at this moment, he looked as pitiful as a worm.

"Please, don’t kill me. I’ve told you everything I know; you said you would spare me!"

The players nearby were starting to feel uneasy, whispering among themselves.

"Isn’t this too cruel?"

"Yeah... This guy has surrendered, maybe he could become one of us."

"It’s kind of a pity."

However, Chu Guang’s expression did not change despite the robust man’s pleading.

The Outpost Base didn’t have jail cells to detain prisoners; it was even less feasible to keep them in Shelter No. 404. And it was foreseeable that no merchant interested in slaves would pass by here throughout the winter; keeping these three prisoners would just waste food and also bring risks.

What about intelligence?

The information acquired was almost the same as his own guesses.

Chu Guang had never promised that he would spare their lives if they confessed honestly.

As for the Looters, every single one of them deserved this due to their heinous acts; hanging was the most merciful punishment they could get.

"Go repent in hell."

Seeing there was no hope for survival, the robust man’s face twisted in an instant as he began to curse loudly.

"You scum! Liar! Even if I go to hell, I won’t let you off! Wait and see; our leader will avenge me. He will hang you from the street lights and make you watch helplessly as your kin are massacred and viol—"

Before he could swear even more vulgarly, Chu Guang, who was tired of the nonsense, kicked the stool from under the robust man’s feet.

With a snap, the man known as "Badger" ended his sinful life on the gallows of justice at the Outpost Base of Shelter No. 404.

The gallows’ creators, Ward Foot Fungus and Ya’er I Need to Go to the Toilet, watched from a distance, their eyes wide with shock.

They never thought that the gallows they’d built on a whim for ambience would one day actually serve its grim purpose.

Watching the suspended corpse, the color drained from their faces, though not completely pale.

After all, it was a game.

But the expression on the hanged man’s face was too bizarre.

Just like a real dead person.

"This game is always strangely realistic in the details."

"Sins, sins, Amitabha."

Standing not far away, Teng Teng was somewhat moved.

"War."

She was a casual player, not much into the thrill of combat, which could be due to her attributes in the Intelligence System and the fact that her short legs couldn’t run fast.

Thinking about this made her feel depressed.

Is that fair?

Absolutely unfair!

"No worries! Sister will protect you!"

Standing beside her, Crow chuckled, his hand intended for her shoulder but accidentally landing on her head.

Teng Teng’s head was full of black lines, her fist clenched.

"Touch me again, and I’ll punch you, wow."

Crow quickly let go, explaining in a fluster.

"Eh? No, I didn’t mean it, I was just trying—"

"Alright, alright, it’s annoying if you keep talking."

Nearby, players buzzed, discussing when the next wave of attack would come and whether its intensity would be higher than this time’s.

Chu Guang confirmed that the man on the gallows was truly dead.

He turned to the two players nearest to him, reaching into his pocket and tossing five copper coins into their hands.

"Take these three bodies to the morgue, strip them bare, and dump them with the other Looter corpses."

"Once the generator is assembled, send them into the Active Substance Extractor for processing."

The two players snapped back to reality, immediately nodding.

"Yes, Manager Sir!"

...

Assembling the generator didn’t take much time.

There were plenty of skilled hands among these players; even without understanding the words in the manual, purely based on their knowledge of the generator structure and some diagrams, they managed to assemble all the parts.

The whole power generation equipment consisted of two parts: a wood gasifier and a gas-driven power generator.

The former was simple in structure, essentially an airtight column with a covered top.

As wood was fed from the top, it was first further dried during the slow descent, then thermally cracked by internal heat, and partially burnt in limited oxygen.

This process generated a lot of heat and at the bottom of the column, a layer of hot charcoal, reacting with the pyrolysis steam and other flammable gases, ultimately produced a mixture of combustible gases rich in hydrogen, methane, and carbon monoxide.

This wasn’t particularly advanced technology; similar wood gasification equipment was used by the German Army during World War II to power some tanks under fuel scarcity.

Generally speaking, 3-4 kg of wood was equivalent to 1L of petrol; however, the specific consumption depends on the type, density, and dryness of the wood and can’t be generalized.

But the consumption didn’t really matter, as the Outpost Base was not short of wood at all; it just took someone to clear the debris and stuff the wood in.

Through this power generation device, a stable supply of up to 10 KW of electricity could be provided to the Outpost Base. Even under full load, the hourly consumption of wood was less than 10 kg, making it very cost-effective.

The generator started running successfully, eliciting a cheer from the nearby players.

Their outpost finally had electricity!

Many jobs that could not be carried out previously were now possible.

"I’m going to dig up some wires!"

"Can 200-year-old wires still be used?"

"The insulation material should protect them well enough to be usable, otherwise it’s not a big deal, we can just melt them down and remake them. Let me think if I can make a transformer and a stabilizer, then we can go directly to using an electric furnace for our steelmaking."

"Boss, you’re awesome!"

Hearing the conversation of the players, Chu Guang was also very happy.

The active substance extractor, covered in a thick layer of dust, finally started working, refining the bodies fed into the furnace into active substances.

About ten bodies recovered approximately four units, finally compensating for the active material deficit caused by a certain small player.

"Is the fight over? Did we win?" Seeing Chu Guang approaching, Xia Yan, who was waiting by the elevator, quickly asked.

Chu Guang casually replied,

"If I didn’t win, it wouldn’t be me."

Xia Yan continued to press.

"Was that group from the Blood Hand Clan?"

Chu Guang glanced at her.

"You know?"

"You don’t need to know, they’re somewhat famous around the north suburb of Clear Spring City."

Making a helpless expression, Xia Yan warned,

"You better be careful. There might not have been many of them this time, but they’re not as weak as they appear. There was a merchant, probably wanting revenge or something, who hired a twenty-man mercenary team from Giant Stone City, and guess what happened?"

"I don’t like guessing, just tell me."

"Alright... in the end, only one came back, and he lost an arm," Xia Yan took a deep breath and said, "That mercenary squad was decently equipped, and their combat skills were not bad either, with two of them even being retired soldiers from the Giant Stone City Militia Group. But fighting looters is a whole different ball game than fighting variants, especially in urban areas."

"They planted can mines in the road, bait bombs, lured Eaters from subway entrances into street-side shops, and even tamed mutated hyenas... According to the one who survived, that battle was simply a nightmare; they faced a gang of Eaters who could shoot, take cover, provide support, and ambush."

Whether it was a DIY pipe rifle or the most advanced assault rifle, hitting the vital parts was a matter of one shot. Even if they missed the vitals, at most, it would take another shot.

The mercenaries from Giant Stone City weren’t regular army, so they couldn’t afford the best protective gear. Most of them just used wire frames and steel plates to protect their vitals, and only a few wealthy ones could afford exoskeletons and full bulletproof armor.

"It might also be that those mercenaries underestimated their enemy," Chu Guang casually remarked.

"Maybe, people from Giant Stone City tend to look down on the countryside."

"Like you?"

Xia Yan looked embarrassed and quickly explained,

"Uh, definitely not including me."

Chu Guang smiled and didn’t mind.

Although he had never been to Giant Stone City, just seeing the way the survivors on Bet Street lit up when they talked about it was enough to understand their sense of superiority.

After all, it was the only "City" in Qingquan City and the remaining "land of order" around.

Even if someone was dirt poor there, they were still superior compared to those outside.

"Speaking of which, I get the feeling you aren’t very afraid."

"What’s there to be afraid of? You even tore apart Crawlers with your bare hands, how could you not beat them? Besides, you have so many people here," Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang oddly as if she didn’t understand why he was asking such a weird question, "What are you so nervous about? From what I heard, there were just about seven or eight people involved in that gunfire, and it occurred in an open area."

"..."

Emmm...

That makes sense.

Chu Guang did not know how to respond for a moment.

...

Late night.

In an abandoned tire factory in the north suburb of Clear Spring City.

Looking at the man crawling below the steps, Bear, lounging in his chair, asked lazily,

"How are things on Badger’s side, have the spoils been brought back yet?"

According to the tribe’s tradition, whoever sieges the spoils has the first right to enjoy them.

Once brought back, they are shared among everyone, with no distinctions.

If they have attacked a survivor base, the raiding party usually hangs around a bit longer, has some fun, like throwing a party or playing a game of cat and mouse, while scavenging for loot.

As the clan leader, Bear could empathize with his subordinates.

However, seeing as it was already dark, they really shouldn’t have been away this long.

"...No news yet," the man bowing at the stairwell kept his forehead pressed to the ground, not daring to move a millimeter.

"No news?"

His brow furrowed like a centipede, a hint of displeasure surfacing on Bear’s face, his voice impatient, "I recall they left in the morning."

"Yes."

"Too slow."

Bear gazed sternly at the man down the steps, instructing, "Send someone to check. If they meet them on the way, urge them to hurry. If your man arrives and they haven’t set off yet, come back and inform me."

"Yes!"

Watching the departing figure outside the tent, Bear rubbed his beard thoughtfully, his mood somewhat irritable.

How could a thirty-man survivor base take so long?

Could something have gone wrong?

But that was unlikely.

Shaking his head, Bear decided not to dwell on it and stood up from his chair.

Even if the group was a tough nut to crack, with Badger’s alertness, they would have surely made it back.

The only explanation for them losing time was if they were having too much fun or getting preoccupied with looting.

Bear wasn’t worried anymore and his mood lightened considerably.

Especially when he remembered the almost broken "toy" lying in the room, a chilling smile squeezed itself onto his rugged and ugly face.

This winter wouldn’t be too boring.

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