This Game Is Too Realistic

Twelve deerskins made up the inventory of the shelter, and three of them were even obtained from the Yu Family.

There were no problems with the quality of the deerskin. Both the color and the completeness were considered excellent. After thinking about it, Liszt finally nodded, albeit reluctantly. "Deal."

Both sides then made the trade.

Before leaving, Liszt and Chu Guang shook hands and showed a pleasant smile.

"Goodbye, my friend. Next time we see each other, it should be spring."

Chu Guang also smiled faintly. "We will always be here, take care."

"You too." Suddenly remembering something, Liszt continued, "By the way, I heard that there is a Marauder camp in the north. It seems to be called the Bloodhand Clan. There are roughly sixty to seventy people there. It’s not a good idea to settle down here. Even if they like to loot the places in the north more, it will be a matter of time before they find this place... Anyway, it’s better to be careful, and see you next time!"

With that, Liszt left with his caravan.

Chu Guang watched the caravan disappear into the woods and turned back to walk into the safety of the walls.

Of course he knew that it wasn’t a good place to settle down!

If there was a choice, Chu Guang would have definitely looked for somewhere better. Preferably somewhere that was suitable for farming and mining, without and dangerous elements around.

It was a pity they weren’t playing Civilization. He couldn’t restart the game just because he didn’t spawn in a good location. The shelter was built two hundred years ago, and he couldn’t do anything about it!

After returning… Chu Guang looked at Yu Hu, took out a white chip from his pocket, and handed it over.

"Thank you, you helped me a lot."

When Chu Guang took out the chip, Yu Hu’s expression changed and he waved his hand quickly. "No, no. What are you doing? I can’t take it," he said hurriedly.

Then as if he suddenly remembered something, he rummaged in his pocket for a while before he found a piece of aluminum foil the size of a thumbnail.

"By the way, my elder brother has recovered from his injury, so my father asked me to return the rest of this…"

Seeing how Yu Hu actually rejected his gift, Chu Guang sighed and kept it well.

"Okay, since you insist, I won’t give it to you. But you can keep this medicine, I don’t have a shortage of this."

After spending some time, he finally persuaded this straightforward young man. Watching him disappear into the forest, Chu Guang wondered whether he should sell some of his medicine. 𝐑АɴȮ𝔟ƐS̈

According to rumors, other large and medium-sized shelters seemed to be more involved in the pharmaceutical business…

After all, larger shelters would have a dispensing room; some were even equipped with a large drug library.

Of course, those were just rumors, they shouldn’t be taken seriously.

Even in the era of information explosion, the authenticity of every message could not be verified, let alone here.

These days, the players had been fairly diligent. On average, he could gather five to seven reward points every day. And so far, he already had twenty-two points.

After assigning the task of assembling the generator to the players, Chu Guang turned and went back to the shelter.

When he turned on the system and entered the Administrator Menu, a light blue pop-up window appeared in front of him.

[Side Mission Complete]

[Reward: Reward points +100.]

Faced with this sudden reward, Chu Guang was stunned.

My goodness…

This side mission had been delayed for so long that he only remembered that the outpost lacked a generator, but forgot the mission reward.

"I’m rich!" Chu Guang was thrilled.

...

About 1.7 kilometers north of Linghu Wetland Park.

A group of wild-looking men dressed in animal skins and with dark red paint on their faces were walking along the ruins of the viaduct, heading south.

They were holding strange-shaped iron-barreled rifles in their hands, instead of carrying them on their backs, which made it seem like they were ready for a battle.

The mutant mice on the road fled one after another, and occasionally a few mutant cockroaches the size of a puppy would rush over. But they were either trampled to death or were smashed to death with the rifle stock.

Their way of traveling created a lot of noise.

In addition, because that group of people didn’t have good discipline, the conversation they had along the way could be heard from far away.

Several players who were transporting stones from the construction site soon noticed them. They immediately threw their cart on the side of the road and went into hiding.

"Who are these guys?" Looking nervously at the group of people in the distance, Construction Boy whispered, "Ten people, and three dogs… They look like hostile NPCs."

"I think so too... They are a bit like marauders." Super Slacker also looked tense and clenched the knife in his pocket tightly.

Although holding the knife didn’t bring him much security…

"Damn it, are we really getting the war campaign?! Are the developers lurking in the forum all day long?"

"After a wave of rational analysis… I think he can hear us in the game."

"Developer, you are my father!"

"Hush, stop talking, you two!" Bigeye Debt glanced at his two teammates beside him and said in a low voice, "Brick, you go report it."

"Screw you, why don’t you go?"

"I’m an intelligence type! I cannot outrun them! Besides, a strength type will do much better at long-distance running. You just need to be careful."

"Then, why don’t you ask Super Slacker to do it?"

"He is a perception type, you idiot! Don’t talk nonsense, hurry up! There is a reward for reporting valuable information. Have you forgotten?"

Hearing that there was a reward, Construction Boy was finally willing to move.

His heart was beating so badly as he hid behind the advertising board Eventually, he walked around a full two hundred meters and started to run into the forest at his full speed after the group of marauders disappeared from his sight.

When he arrived at the outpost, the newcomers were still cutting trees, the old players were just returning with their prey, and there were others at the market entrance setting up stalls while thinking about what to eat for lunch.

It was an extremely peaceful scene.

Ignoring his beating heart, Construction Boy, who rushed to the gate, shouted loudly, "Marauder! Marauder attack!"

Hearing his bellow, everyone near the wall was confused and didn’t figure out what was going on.

"Huh? What marauders?"

"Where is the administrator?! Hurry up, go and tell him!" The boy said intermittently, breathing heavily, with his hands on his knees.

"I’m right here." Chu Guang walked out of the door with water still hanging from his eyebrows, and looked at the player in front of him with a serious face, "Are you serious?"

"Yes! They have around ten people! They are coming to us from the north, and everyone is carrying guns. There are three dogs as well!"

Chu Guang’s face changed slightly. Leaving the matter of opening the loot boxes for later, he immediately ordered the players next to him.

"Gather everyone who went out. Go!"

"Yes!"

Several players ran away with eagerness, with no worry on their faces, but a little excitement instead.

"Siege war! War campaign!"

Unexpectedly, the developers planned such a fun activity for them!

However, they didn’t know that a certain game designer was very worried at this moment.

Walking to the weapon shop in a stride, Chu Guang picked up the dozing weapon shop owner, carried her on his shoulders, and took her crutches in his left hand.

"Ya! What are you doing, in such broad daylight!" Shocked by this sudden movement, Xia Yan, who had just woken up from her sleep, blushed and struggled a few times, but Chu Guang ignored her.

"Shut up." Chu Guang put Xia Yan down, next to the elevator on the first floor of the nursing home, and returned her crutches. She had a bewildered look on her face when he stared at her and said calmly, "If they manage to break in, you will go into the elevator and wait. I will take you down when I come back. If I don’t come back, don’t make any noise, and find a place to hide."

The elevator to the underground needed the administrator’s authorization to start. Chu Guang temporarily locked the elevator. Whatever it was, he had to ensure he would be able to leave.

Xia Yan nodded, not very flustered. At the very least, she wasn’t as flustered as she usually was when facing him.

"I see... Wait, break in? Who?"

"Marauder…" Before his words fell, there was a gunshot from far away, followed by two more shots. Based on the sound, it seemed like two to three hundred meters away.

Chu Guang’s expression darkened, and the flow of blood in his body began to accelerate.

Marauders… Are coming!

...

Outside the north gate.

The marauders that were scattered in a line were holding guns in their hands, shouting loudly, while advancing toward the north gate, shooting any fleeing survivors they saw.

They had a wide variety of weapons, ranging from revolver rifles picked up from merchants to semi-automatic rifles snatched from mercenaries, or simply DIY iron-barreled rifles.

No matter what kind of weapon, in this jungle terrain, it was not so easy to hit anything from two hundred meters away.

Even after a few gunshots, none of the players fell to the ground. Several survivors by the wall slipped back into the gate, and several wooden stalls at the gate were damaged.

However, the outcome of the battle was not originally based on how many people were killed in the battle, but rather on getting the opponent to completely give up resistance.

These marauders knew that well.

The art of fear had been played to the extreme by them.

The intensive gunfire and the resulting suppression of firepower almost had devastating effects on the morale of non-professional soldiers.

In a thirty person survivor stronghold, only one-third of them would be capable of fighting normally. In rare cases, half of the stronghold was able to fight.

There was no need to kill the fleeing survivors, those rats would run around, bring the plague called fear back to their lair, and completely destroy their will to resist.

Amongst the small communities of survivors plundered by them, generally, less than one-tenth of survivors actually died in the shootout.

Perhaps those people would have the courage to hide behind the bunker and fire a few symbolic shots back, but it would not take long before their morale collapsed and they escaped.

When that happened, the elderly, children, and women would be left behind, and it was impossible for the young people who had fled to outrun the hounds they brought.

There was often only one final fate for this kind of survivor stronghold.

To be slaughtered, or to be enslaved!

"Hahaha! Look at those cowards, they fled like a mouse as soon as they heard the gunshot!"

A brawny man with bare arms carried a 9mm iron-barreled rifle in his hands and laughed loudly while firing, with a hideous face that gleamed with excitement.

As the squad leader of the Bloodhand Clan, his name was Badger, which was given by his leader. Most of the nine people under his command were his trusted subordinates.

The bloodlines of the Marauder tribe were usually chaotic. They did not produce any necessities for themselves, they advocated violence and lived by looting and extortion. Therefore, there was no traditional concept of family, let alone a couple or spouse.

Take the Bloodhand Clan as an example. If a child was born, a strong baby boy would be accepted as a clan member, and the rest would be slaves. They would either engage in labor or be used as a reproductive tool, so there were often children with the same mother but a different father, or the same father but a different mother.

These clan members often acted in groups like wolves, and the bravest among them would be appointed by the leader as the squad leader. And their clan members would also benefit from their leader’s promotion, becoming marauder veterans or elites, and getting more rights to control whatever they plundered.

"Haha, looks like they are blue coats! It seems that we will have a lot of fun!"

A lanky man replied with a strange smile, and at the same time, he loaded the shotgun in his hand and continued to fire at the cover on the wall.

"The same as always, kill all the young and old, and the men, cut off their index fingers and tie them up."

"Boss, what about the women?"

"The first one to break into the gate picks first. We only stay for two hours. Two hours later, the ones who are still alive will be taken away."

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Fifty meters away! The opponent hasn’t responded yet!

The corner of Badger’s mouth raised a cruel smile.

He knew what these survivors were thinking. They were waiting for them to come out of the forest, and then fire back through the cover.

If what he guessed was correct, those people were already holding guns and waiting behind the covers on the wall.

However...

Would he be so stupid to let his subordinates rush up?

"Come! Light them up to liven up the atmosphere!"

"Yes sir!"

The marauder, who rushed to the front, ignited the Molotov Cocktail. With his teammates covering him, he sprinted a short distance to toss the weapon.

The flame left an arc in the air and fell on the cover of the three-meter-high wall.

Sparks were scattered everywhere, and the rusty cover was quickly ignited and burned by the flames.

Then came the second, then the third. The fire on the wall quickly joined together, leaving not too much space to stand.

However, to the surprise of these marauders, the screams they expected did not erupt, and no one fell from behind the cover.

It was like… No one had been hiding behind those covers from the start…

Badger frowned, feeling something amiss.

Did they give up already? Seriously?!

Normally, people from a stronghold would fight back, right?

That trace of confusion soon turned into contempt.

However, just as he was about to order his men to charge forward and break the wooden gate with explosives, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the forest.

It was like some kind of offensive signal!

Almost at the same time, intense gunfire rained down from both sides.

The bullets swishing around almost scratched Badger’s scalp, making him lie down behind a fairly thick stump hurriedly.

Accuracy? Not a chance!

However, people were still made up of flesh and blood. No matter how powerful they were, they would still be afraid of being shot.

He shouted, with a voice that sounded almost hoarse, "Spread out!"

"Retreat one hundred meters!"

"Quick!"