"I always thought I was just an emotionless killing machine in FPS games, and just a tasker who likes to rummage through boxes and cabinets in RPGs."

"Until this morning, I noticed that there was a familiar person missing from the figure of the guard."

"I don't know the name of the guard, only that he's probably the oldest of the guards."

Like other unnamed NPCs, he lives a regular life, working only three things a day, namely training, standing guard, and patrolling. On top of that, he would have one day off a week, usually Thursday or Sunday, and on that day he would sit by the lake and watch us fish to kill the time. ”

"It's not that I'm bragging, as a senior fishing friend, I can tell at a glance whether a person is fishing material or not. Few people can stand a whole day of nothing, and yet he can sit next to us and watch us empty all afternoon. ”

"So I asked Mosquito to make me a fishing rod and warned him not to make some superfluous features on it, and then gave the rod to the old man."

The old man was very happy, and said many words of thanks to me in succession, and wanted to give me the silver coin, but when he saw that I did not accept it, he gave me a dagger the next day. At first, I thought it was a quest item, and I was quite excited, but then I realized that it wasn't, it was just an ordinary gift. But even so, the unique feeling is still interesting. ”

"Later I taught him how to swing, how to make a nest and how to make simple traps out of bottles to catch leech cubs as bait. Sometimes we take the fish to the warehouse or the market and sell it, and sometimes we grill it and eat it. ”

"I'm like Robinson, I know a little bit about everything. And he's like Friday, not very smart, but studious and curious about everything about us. ”

"Occasionally I would complain to him about the troubles of reality, and he would say something about himself, maybe about adventure, maybe about something he wanted to do in the future, or something."

"Even though we couldn't understand what the other person was saying, surprisingly it didn't stop us from communicating. And from him, I also learned a lot of interesting words, even some of which I still don't know what they mean to this day. ”

"But...... It all came to an abrupt end this morning. ”

The solemn-looking guards stood in a line at the north gate of the long farm and fired three shots into the sky. I saw a teenager carry his body onto a truck, watch them take him to cremation, and then take his ashes to the lake, where half of them were scattered on the shore and half of them were sprinkled in the lake. ”

"Maybe it's his last wish."

"At that moment, I suddenly felt that those NPCs were like real people, not just a cold program."

"I never thought I'd one day be friends with a character from the game, and I never thought I'd feel sad about an unexpected parting."

"For a moment, I wished I had died that night."

"In memory of a fishing friend who will not be coming back."

"Even though I didn't know his name at the end, I would remember the story about him, even if it was only me."

The post is long.

The floor is very high.

Chu Guang had rarely seen Shao Li's tweets on the forum before, and only occasionally saw his replies in some posts.

And this time he wrote a lot.

Including in the follow-up post, he told about the old man's memories from the perspective of a friend, including some interesting things that happened while fishing.

Although it is not a magnificent story, it is all simple and unpretentious, but those words seem to be alive.

Makabazi: "Touch the fisherman......"

Tail: "Hmm." ”

Siss: "I'm sorry I couldn't save your friend. ”

WC really has mosquitoes: "It's uncomfortable, if only NPCs could be resurrected." ”

Tempest: "Well, but if you think about it from another angle, it's probably because NPCs only have one life that we feel like the world in the game is very real. What we create is not just a meaningless number, but something that has been given a soul. ”

Night Ten: "Hey, I know, but I still feel so kind......"

Lao Bai: "This game is always too real in superfluous places. ”

Fang Chang: "It's like an elusive life." ”

Fujito: "Hey......"

Raven: "Well, it's distressing. (﹏)”

Chu Guang saw the end, was silent for a long time, and typed a lot of words in the reply, but finally pressed the backspace key to delete it.

It went back and forth for a long time.

In the end, there was only one sentence left.

Light: "His name is auspicious." ”

……

The morning sun rose as usual the next day.

Although many people will never come back, life still has to go on.

For people living in the wasteland, death is the norm. People who are not strong enough in their hearts have died two centuries ago, and it is impossible to survive until now with weak thoughts.

The training of the Guard is carried out as usual.

Thirty new faces joined in and went to Long Farm for training.

The vast majority of them come from homeless camps and have signed up voluntarily.

Maybe it's because they're inspired by those heroic deeds, or maybe it's just because of the steaming barbecue that makes them feel like they've found their place in this wasteland.

They don't want to go back to wandering.

With no way out, they decided to take up arms and defend order and peace with their own hands.

The entrance of the sanatorium.

A big fat rat came out of the door, slouched up against the morning snow, and spoke.

“MMP！ Lao Tzu is alive! ”

That's one advantage for the rat people.

It takes three days for others to live, but he only needs OB for one day to go online.

It just so happened that it had just been launched, and the elf king Fugui, who came out of the sanatorium, glanced at this guy unexpectedly and asked curiously.

"When did you die?"

The strongman is difficult: "When else can I die, that night!" I didn't even have a gun, but it was all under my nose, so I had to bite the bullet. ”

Speaking of this, the strongman sighed in difficulty.

"Hey, I'm angry when I think of this, MMPD, Lao Tzu just saw a gun and was about to rush to pick it up, and then he was caught by a hyena."

Elf King Fugui: "Ah, this ......"

Mutant hyenas.

This is the most common monster in the wasteland, right?

Although it is slightly stronger than the Eater, it is not much stronger, and due to its sensitive sense of smell and good night vision, many predators like to raise, and it is basically a xenomorph that novices can easily deal with. Even the hyena can't win, and he generally recommends deleting the number.

But......

Heard that hyenas belong to the suborder Cats?

There's nothing wrong with suppressing the bloodline.

The cat's ears on the top of his head moved slightly, and he looked at the fat mouse with a sympathetic expression.

"That's too bad......"

I'm ashamed to say it.

She had no idea what he was dead about.

On the other side of the square, the tail of the rifle on his shoulder, also just came out of the sanatorium.

It's just that compared to yesterday's full of energy, that expression seems a little depressed.

Seeing her thoughts at a glance, Si Si comforted.

"Ah, the tail has worked hard, although it's a pity, but it's also something that can't be helped. If you want to scold, scold the dog for planning to set the difficulty too high. ”

"Well, I'm fine, I just think I could be stronger...... But then again, if you say this kind of thing in the game, aren't you afraid that you will be targeted? ”

The rumors that are circulating on the forum, don't ridicule and plan it in the game or forum, otherwise you will be an African at least and die on the spot.

Although it's metaphysics, sometimes I have to believe it.

Sisi immediately lowered his head, folded his hands, and reflected sincerely.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong about the planning, please forgive a girl who has no words to say something brainless."

"Wow!" Tail looked at her in surprise, "You're too quick to admit it, aren't you?" ”

At this time, the two of them happened to pass by the guard post of the outpost.

Tail subconsciously glanced over there, and suddenly stopped.

Sith also stopped, casting an inquiring glance at her.

"What's wrong?"

"Look over there."

Tail pointed in the direction of the guard.

Sisi looked in the direction she was pointing, and saw that next to the bulletin board, there was an additional wall at some point.

Was it built yesterday?

A look of surprise appeared on Siss's face.

She hadn't noticed it before.

I saw nails nailed to the wall, and some iron plaques were hung on the nails.

"What's hanging on the wall?"

"Hmm...... There are twenty-five of them, and the names written on them are probably the names? I guess it's a badge or something. ”

It turned out to be a memorial wall.

It's designed to be a bit of a wasteland.

Anyway, is this an easter egg for the production team?

Sisi suddenly noticed that Tail's mood seemed to be better than just now.

"Let's go," said the tail that had regained his spirits, and said energetically, "In order to be promoted to the first echelon as soon as possible, there is no time to waste!" Guys at the outpost, you're still waiting for the tail to guard it! ”

Sisi couldn't help but smile on his face.

Sure enough.

Or the lively tail is cuter.

Although she didn't think the two of them could help.

"Oh!"

"We have to work hard to win the MVP next time."

……

North of the Elm District.

An abandoned town sits on the edge of a forest, and even the howling north wind can't blow away the smell of blood that has settled there.

There were more than 100 families of survivors living here, living in a largely isolated life.

However, just a month ago, a group of marauders arrived, turning the isolated town into a living hell.

Some of them could not stand the torture and were slaughtered and hung on the wall, while a few survived and became their slaves.

The marauders took over their homes, took their food for the winter, and converted their houses into fortresses, placing wooden bunkers in the streets and window openings, digging trenches and building improvised fortifications.

It's not like something a marauder would do.

Even if they had slaves to use, few knew how and where to dig trenches and foxholes.

Forming a position is a very elaborate science, and for the marauders who are accustomed to being disturbed by small forces and scattering in a hurry, this is a skill that is not usually used at all.

All thanks to their staff officer, the man named Bernie.

As the former commander of the legion, his understanding and application of light infantry tactics can be said to have reached the level of perfection.

After all, none of the people who survived the indiscriminate bombardment of the Rift Valley were idle.

It's not just about building a position.

Including the defense deployment from the inside out, as well as the patrol route of the patrol, it was all planned by this staff lord himself.

It was precisely because of this that when Yang Er, who was covered in snow, stumbled out of the woods and was immediately discovered by a marauder patrolling with a dog.

"Don't shoot!"

"Don't shoot! I'm my own! ”

Seeing that the two marauder sentries were aiming at him, Yang Er immediately threw the gun in his hand on the snow and hurriedly raised his hands.

"Your own people?"

The marauder who walked in front raised his gun and looked him up and down with a suspicious expression.

"Which account are you under the account? Who is your leader? ”

He didn't even have time to catch his breath, Yang Er immediately said.

"Gray wolf! I'm a scout under the gray wolf's tent...... Please take me to meet Senfu-sama, I have something important to report! ”

The two marauders exchanged glances, and felt that he did not look like he was lying, so they took him to the outpost on the edge of the town, where they searched him and sent a report to the Elder Commander.

Upon hearing the news, the commander agreed to receive him.

Soon, Yang Er was brought over.

As soon as he entered the room and saw the man sitting in a chair, he immediately knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the floor, trembling and afraid to say a word.

Leaning lazily, the liontooth sitting in the chair looked down at him and said slowly.

"You lost?"

Yang Er swallowed his saliva and lowered his head and said.

"Yes, sir."

Bernie, who was sitting next to the lion's fang, looked at him and said.

"Tell me what happened the night before."

Not daring to hide it, Yang Er immediately whispered.

“…… After making all the preparations, we launched a surprise attack on the long farm under the orders of the gray wolf. However, the resistance of the survivors was more stubborn than we thought, and we stormed their walls at one point, but soon more and more reinforcements arrived, and we were eventually outnumbered. ”

Yang Er recounted in detail what happened at that time.

Including their fierce battle with the defenders at the north gate, including the rubber tracks of the local survivors, including the incredibly powerful "rapid-fire gun".

"Quadruple anti-aircraft guns, and high-explosive bombs......" Bernie, who was standing next to the lion's fang, listened carefully to the scout's statement, and after pondering for a long time, said with a solemn expression, "These survivors are not easy to deal with. ”

In particular, attaching the truck rubber tracks was an operation he had not expected at all. What made him even more unclear was where did these people get so much rubber?

The expression on the lion's face was indifferent.

After all, he didn't expect the gray wolf to take down the survivor stronghold.

Looking at the scout on his knees, he continued.

"Where's the gray wolf?"

With his head firmly pressed against the floor, Yang said tremblingly.

"I don't know...... Gray wolf him, he said he was going to stay and break off. ”

After the break?

This sentence successfully made the lion's tooth laugh.

What a euphemism.

But it doesn't matter, that guy is a useless chess piece anyway, and it's not bad to be able to test the strength of the survivors in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City with the lives of some foreigners.

And it can also stimulate the cunning snake to strike first.

It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone...... Oh no, killing three birds with one stone.

"."

Hearing those three words, Yang Er felt as if a mountain had been removed from his shoulders, and he instantly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, unaware that his back had been soaked with sweat.

"Thank you, sir!"

Not daring to stay here for a second longer, he hurriedly turned around and retreated.

The door was closed.

Liontooth looked at the staff officer sitting next to him and said in a nonchalant tone.

"I didn't expect it to be all gone."

Bernie gave him a strange look.

"I thought you did it on purpose."

Lionfang shook his head slightly.

"You misunderstood, I didn't think about letting him die outside, I just wanted to take this opportunity to beat this dishonest fellow. As a result, I didn't expect this guy to be so iron-headed, and he actually lost more than 150 people plus himself there. ”

Bernie said.

"And that flare gun you gave him?"

Liontooth said with a smile.

"For the Black Snake, of course."

Bernie was silent for a moment.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of General Klaas, whose fate was unknown, and the great but ultimately failed expedition.

Perhaps they are also abandoned pawns.

Who knows?

The big guys never tell them everything, at most they tell them what to do now.

Including now.

He still didn't understand why his chief had chosen to join a group of natives, the people of the Rift Valley hadn't been wiped out, and it wasn't like they didn't have a chance to go home.

"If the gray wolf is captured, he will tell those people all our information, which is not a good thing."

Lionfang said with a faint smile.

"I know, but what does it matter? We are much stronger than them, and even if we look at each other's hole cards, we have a better chance of winning. Now there is only one suspense left, how long they can hold out under the attack of the Black Snake. We must choose the right time to enter the battlefield, not too early, not too late...... What do you think? My friend. ”

Bernie pondered for a moment and shook his head.

"I don't know, but it's probably not easy for Black Snake to win."

Liontooth said disapprovingly.

"What kind of cannon is that?"

Bernie continued.

"It's not a question of a piece of equipment, it's that the survivors in the northern suburbs clearly have industrial capacity and have been preparing for the war all winter. We have very limited information, and we don't know anything about their logistics. If this war drags on for too long, I am afraid it will not be a good thing for us. ”

However, if they can take this survivor settlement, the benefits they can gain from it will also be huge.

A survivor stronghold with industrial capacity is much richer than an agrarian community.

In the few strongholds they had looted before, the only poor ones in the warehouses were croissants and green wheat. If they can capture the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, their chances of attacking Boulder City will be much higher.

Lionfang touched his chin.

"So how do you think we should end this war as soon as possible?"

Bernie said.

"Acting with friendly forces in the southern suburbs of Tianshui City is the best option."

"That's impossible," Lionfang interrupted, waving his hand, "I know that guy too well, he's not going to work with us." ”

Bernie smiled wryly.

Noticing the expression on the staff officer's face, Lionfang smiled and comforted him.

"Don't worry, this hard bone may be a little harder to gnaw, but it's only a little bit. We have an absolute advantage in both equipment and manpower, and even one person can drown them with a mouthful of spit. ”

"As long as our friendly forces intervene and contain their frontal forces, I will immediately set out with my brethren and appear on their flanks by surprise, and cooperate with our allies to annihilate them in one fell swoop!"

"Don't you think this plan is perfect?"

And they can also divide a part of their men and seize their stronghold before the Black Snake.

When that cunning and greedy guy sees his flag flying above the long farm, he will definitely blow up his lungs.

As soon as he thought of this, Lionfang's face couldn't help but show a happy expression.

Looking at the overly optimistic commander, Bernie sighed softly in his heart.

"You're right."

"It might be a good plan."

If only everything really went as planned.

It is a full 20 kilometers away from the long farm, and the 20 kilometers of snow is not easy to walk, there are forests and ruins during the period, I am afraid that the queue will be very long, and it will also consume a lot of physical strength.

Assuming that the Black Snake really fell for their machinations and decided to launch a lightning-fast offensive before the end of winter, then the twenty kilometers of snow would probably become the biggest variable in this battle.

Can they really kill those people's flanks like soldiers descending from the sky when the battle is at its most anxious?

It's not as simple as drawing on a map.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside the door, and a marauder walked in quickly.

The man had an excited look on his face.

After entering the house, he knelt on one knee and said in an excited tone.

"Your Excellency!"

"The snake has finally come out of its nest!"

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(The next chapter will be a little later...... If twelve o'clock doesn't come out, it should be one o'clock. Say sorry to my brothers, I'll finish writing and have lunch. ）