This Game Is Too Realistic

"God damn it... Where did these people come from?"

Standing on the ruins with a broken arm, Cha held a monocular covered with tape in his hand, looking in the direction of the construction site not far away.

There were three or five people there, carrying stones and hardened cement blocks in a trolley. They moved very quickly and didn’t stop in one place for very long. They would leave as soon as they got enough stones.

Cha simply couldn’t understand where those people came from, and how they managed to build a stronghold under their noses without being noticed.

In his impression, Linghu Wetland Park was clearly a barren forest where even birds wouldn’t want to take a shit in. There was only an abandoned nursing home in the middle of the forest.

Except for several species of birds, beasts, insects, and snakes, even hyenas wouldn’t hunt there.

Actually, none of that was important at the moment!

Those large and small shelters were like cockroach eggs. From time to time, one or two of them would appear out of nowhere. All he needed to consider was how to swallow up the group of fat sheep.

"Boss, when shall we take action?" Standing next to Cha was a man with a bandage on his left eye and more than a dozen scars on his chest. Those scars were shaped like a centipede.

At least half of those scars were from fights, and the other half was secretly scratched on by himself with a knife.

"There’s no need to rush, we are only conducting some investigations. It’s not yet time to attack.” Cha handed the monocular to the man who stood beside him.

Unlike Badger, no matter what kind of opponent he faced, he would not underestimate the enemy.

Even if they had only three or five people without guns, he would observe them for a long time before coming up with a plan. After confirming that there was no danger, he would launch a swift and violent assault. He would end the battle as quickly as possible, and make them lose all resistance.

"Why don’t we send a few slaves over to test them? They had been carrying rocks all morning… I’m worried that they would bring it back to reinforce their base…” The humpbacked man with a steel helmet on his head approached Cha’s side and whispered.

There was a large shovel hanging behind him.

Looking closely, the shovel was not only sharpened but also serrated. Behind the tube hole was a simple receiver structure. It was actually a breech-loaded musket.

Cha thought for a moment, then nodded. "Okay."

"Find a few cannon fodder to test their strength."

There were many captives in the basement of Bloodhand Clan. These captives were not only their playthings, but also livestock. At the same time, they were cannon fodders.

The marauders of the Bloodhand Clan usually did not give their captives food. Instead, they would be shut in half collapsed waterway and buckets of swill would be poured down to them at regular intervals. They would have to fight with mutant cockroaches or mice, and they would suffer a life worse than death.

It would continue until their humanity was wiped out, and they were reduced to animals dominated by instinct. Some would be selected and given sticks and daggers after that happened. They would be asked to join battles, and as long as a stronghold was captured with their help, they would be accepted as companions after the carnage.

The marauders of the Bloodhand Clan called it the Baptism of Blood.

Cha sent one of his men back, while the others waited in place.

On the other side, Ample Time, who was lying in an unfinished building near the abandoned construction site, frowned as he stared at the cart that was moving away.

Old White, who was squatting at the door, couldn’t sit still anymore and couldn’t help asking, "Why hasn’t anyone come yet?"

Ample Time answered impatiently, "Don’t ask me, ask Night Ten."

Night Ten had a deep frown on his face. "How would I know? Anyway, there are two cockroaches over there. Are we going to clear them out?”

Gale shook his head. "No need."

Ample Time bit his nail, lost in thought. "The other party is more cunning than we thought. I’m sure they have discovered this construction site, but they didn’t rush to do anything... What are they waiting for?" ℞ΆＮƟΒÊś

According to his assumption, marauders should have been eyeing the site long ago. They certainly wouldn’t allow those brick movers to leave since they didn’t have any weapons.

Even if it was for revenge, they would initiate a round of attack.

Therefore, the Bull and Horse Squad set up an ambush nearby, using the players who moved bricks as bait.

However, they had been squatting there for a whole day the day before, and they took up their posts early in the morning. The other side seemed blind and indifferent to the construction site.

"Did they not find us?” Gale asked.

"Impossible! As long as they aren’t completely stupid, it is impossible not to find this place!" Ample Time declared confidently.

While talking, Night Ten, who was closest to the window, suddenly became alert and raised his right fist. "Shhh, don’t make any noise... There seems to be movement around here."

The three of them quieted down immediately.

Time passed, and soon, Night Ten was not the only one who heard the footsteps. This time, Ample Time also heard them.

The four of them exchanged their gazes tacitly, moved carefully against the wall, and walked around to the window on the other side of the unfinished building.

Not far from them, six bare-chested men were leaning against the wall behind another unfinished building, moving along the narrow alleys and carefully lurking towards them.

They were dressed in rags and they held a variety of weapons.

There were rusty machetes, wooden bats with nails, and saws wrapped around baseball bats with wire. It gave off a very impressive wasteland style.

However, those were still cold weapons at the end of the day. They weren’t guns!

Judging from the course of action of these marauders, they should be planning to walk along the alleys between the unfinished buildings to the gate of the construction site and lie in wait for the next wave of brick movers to arrive before catching them off guard.

However, they did not realize that their plan had already been exposed.

Ample Time was overjoyed. After nocking an arrow, he stared at the others with a look of affirmation.

Old White knew what he meant immediately and tightened his grip on the javelin in his hand.

Night Ten and Gale took out the Molotov Cocktails and lit them with a match.

"Three… two… one, go!"

"Fuck them!"

Following Ample Time’s order, the javelin, arrow, and burning bottles were launched from the window on the third floor. They caught the group of marauders by surprise.

The one who got the worst of it was the person standing at the very front. His chest was penetrated by a javelin, and like a deflated ball, he stood still for a while before falling back into the flames without uttering a sound.

Another marauder was hit by an arrow in the arm, which was not a big problem. Of course, that was until another was shot directly into his mouth.

Screaming and shouting in fear and panic, the marauders downstairs fell into chaos because of the sudden attack. Their morale was obviously shaken.

Thinking of the miserable end if they escaped and the verbal promises they had been given, they still roared and overcame the fear in their hearts. They charged into the unfinished building in front of them while braving the arrows and javelins falling from the sky.

It didn’t take long before they discovered what a true nightmare was.

Those players wouldn’t show any mercy at all! They would use any trick they could think of.

When they were about to rush to the second floor, a smoking gas tank was rolled down from the floor above. With a delay of less than two seconds, a bang echoed in the corridor.

White smoke filled the air and the metal iron flakes covered by the pungent smell of gunpowder whizzed around in the narrow corridor. It was a nasty display of hell on earth!

Before the smoke completely dissipated, the marauders, who were still charging and roaring a second ago, lay on the ground, wailing in pain.

The dude who suffered the worst of it couldn’t even scream. Half of his body was blasted into pieces, but his legs were still twitching.

"Fuck… This… How is this so powerful?!"

Holding the javelin in both hands, Old White, who was about to charge, froze at the top of the stairs, looking at the situation below in shock.

"Of course, it’s not like you don’t know how much gunpowder is stuffed in that tank." Ample Time shrugged before he continued, “Don’t just stand there. Quick, tie up those people..."

If they waited a little bit longer, those people would die!

Even if those marauders ended up hanging on the gallows of justice, they had to wait until they got the bounty!

...

Hundreds of meters away.

The explosion in the building could be heard in the distance.

Standing on the ruins and holding the monocular, Cha’s face gradually became heavier.

Although he couldn’t see the situation from the moment the cannon fodder rushed into the building, some things could be guessed even if he didn’t see it for himself.

Sure enough, he thought as much… The entire construction site was a trap set by those people in blue coats!

They deliberately sent people to carry bricks around! On the surface, they looked defenseless and harmless, but in fact, they sent their troops to hide in the area.

They’re so cunning!

"Boss, what shall we do now?" the man with a scar on his chest asked anxiously.

Seeing that Cha did not say anything, the scarred man continued, "I suggest we take them out now! They only used arrows and javelins, and they have exposed their positions! We have so many guns, why do we need to be afraid of them!"

The hunched man glanced at him and spoke with contempt, "Are you deaf? Was the explosion just now fake? Did you not hear it? They obviously lured us in and slaughtered those people after they entered. Who knows what is still hidden inside..."

"Then what do you think we should do? Others have already started looting in the north; we can’t just wait here doing nothing. I think we should either attack them or join our men in the north! If we are lucky, we can catch a few fat sheep running away. But if we wait until it snows, there will be nothing left for us!"

It didn’t pay to keep waiting.

Cha knew very well that his men also needed loot for the winter, and no one wanted to be hungry and cold.

However, it was not realistic to leave them there and join the people in the north.

His leader had thrown him the piece of bone and it was an affirmation of his loyalty and trust. If he messed up the matter like the idiot, Badger, he wouldn’t be spared!

"We will wait."

Hearing what Cha said, the scarred man was stunned and couldn’t help but ask. “... How long are we going to wait? It’s already noon."

"We will wait until night falls and they go to sleep," Cha said with a gloomy face, looking at the skinny man next to him, and continued, "Go back. Bring ten of our fastest slaves and prepare some Molotov Cocktails and syringes."

"The rest of us will rest and replenish our energy. We will wait till midnight and catch all of them off-guard!”

...

Outside the north gate of the outpost.

The Bull and Horse Squad walked back from the direction of the construction site with three captives whose hands and feet were tied up in the envious eyes of other players.

In addition to the three captives, there were three dead people stuffed in the cart.

One of them was killed by the bomb, and the other two were simply burnt to death. They were emitting an unpleasant stench.

"Holy shit!"

"It’s really a hardcore game! I don’t dare to kill a fish in reality, but I don’t know why, I don’t seem to panic when I see blood here."

"Maybe this is next-generation technology based on the principle of dream interference. Visual filters? Emotional dullness? I don’t know it very well."

"Bro, you are awesome! Did you wipe them all out?"

"Except for how cool they are, I have nothing to say!"

Hearing the movement from a distance, Chu Guang walked to the north gate and looked at the captives and corpses who were brought back by the Bull and Horse Squad, his face full of surprise.

Their four-man team defeated a six-man team.

They’re really good…

However, the shock only lasted for two seconds. Chu Guang approached and took a look at the bodies and soon understood what was going on.

Those six people they dealt with weren’t real marauders. He couldn’t find the bones that symbolize their identities. Instead, their faces or foreheads had been marked.

"… Cha?"

Although the writing was really bad, that should be the word branded on them.

Unsurprisingly, these captives were all slaves of the Bloodhand Clan.

However, the criminal’s accomplice is still a criminal, and since they raised arms against Shelter 404, they had chosen to join the battle.

After confirming their identity, Chu Guang didn’t say anything more. He bought out a bag of silver coins and handed it to Ample Time.

Facing those happy players, Chu Guang nodded and said in an encouraging tone, "Shelter 404 will remember your contribution, here are 106 silver coins and 5 copper coins. In addition, your team has collected a total of 1200 contribution points, and you will each get 300 points."

"Now, send these criminals to the gallows of justice."

"They will be forgiven only in death!"