This Game is Too Real Chapter 170

Chapter 170 Vault 404's first weapon production line is online!

North of the River Valley Province.

The north wind howls, and the snow drifts like a knife.

At a glance, countless bullet craters covered the cracked earth, and the entire wasteland seemed to be ploughed by something, and it was in a mess.

Under every inch of soil, there are scorched corpses. On a gentle hill not far away, a flaming lion flag was planted diagonally—

That is the banner of the Legion!

Ten days ago, the Legion Expedition Force, which was at a stalemate with the Great Rift Valley, launched the first winter offensive against the Great Rift Valley.

This sudden cold winter has brought the physical and mental strength of both sides to the limit. Everyone knows in their hearts that the decisive battle has come.

The battle-hardened General Klaas made a decisive move, seized the opportunity of the blizzard, and took advantage of the harsh natural climate to launch a general attack on the weakening of the Aegis system.

His judgment was correct.

Regrettably, although the blizzard did affect the performance of the Holy Shield system, it did not weaken the defensive will of the defenders.

The aerial bombs of the drones are like the scythes of the **** of death, raining iron on the battlefield, and the artillery of the legion is not to be outdone, covering the light and heavy armored units and the light infantry all over the mountains to launch the attack. In the short ten kilometers of the position, I saw a group of 10,000 people fill in in batches, but no one came back.

The entire battlefield has become a brutal meat grinder.

Both sides suffered heavy casualties, but the price on the Legion's side was significantly higher.

The sound of the distant cannons sounded again, like a banging war drum, but anyone could hear it, the oil in the drums was exhausted.

A man in a navy blue military uniform was awakened by the sound of gunfire.

He shook his head, spat out the mud in his mouth, and struggled to get up from the ground.

Ten minutes ago, as the ten commander, he was ordered to lead a squad of twenty light infantry to fill the gap in the defense.

His commander didn't tell him specific battle orders, but only ordered one sentence - "No retreat", and then he was pushed out.

When he opened his eyes again, the burning flag was hundreds of meters away from him. Looking around, there are no living people around, only the ground where even the snow has been dried.

He lowered his head and saw the dangling trouser legs and half of his intestines exposed in his abdomen.

couldn't bear the fear in his heart any longer, he dropped the rifle in his hand, fell into the mud, and let out a cry like a baby.

Similar scenes can be seen everywhere on this land.

At this moment, dozens of kilometers behind him, on the plain leading to the northwest of the River Valley Province, a convoy retreating westwards was suffering a devastating blow.

They planned to retreat westward, but two power armour formations quickly intercepted them after breaking through the northern defenses.

The steel is burning, and there are only a handful of survivors.

A power armor with searchlights hanging on its shoulders was dragging a man covered in blood from the wreckage of an off-road vehicle.

"I can pay... the ransom." He was missing a tooth and his left eye was stuck with blood, but he could barely speak, "We lost... I surrender."

Failure is not terrible.

He has been a soldier all his life, and not every battle can be won.

However, the power armor ignored him, and after comparing the holographic image information, it then looked at the comrades beside him.

"It's him, Klaas, the leader of the expedition."

"Are you sure you're not a clone or something like that?"

"Not sure, but does it matter?"

The crowd burst into laughter.

yes.

Does this matter?

The strength of the legion in the valley province has been completely destroyed, and they have annihilated hundreds of thousands of troops, leaving the dead on the run.

What if there is still a bare commander left?

The power armor looked back at the man he was holding in his hand, and shook the aging flesh and blood body like he was holding a chicken.

"There's a Deathclaw lair nearby."

"Great, those little guys must be hungry."

"They'll love this gift."

Hearing the conversation of the crowd, Claes's unfazed face showed a trace of panic, and his dry hands grasped the steel that clamped his neck and struggled in vain.

"You, kill me... Legion, no, let you go!"

Claas is having trouble breathing.

The man looked at him mockingly, staring into his eyes.

"Then let them come."

"There are no cowards out of the valley."

The sky is lit up.

The sparse noise disturbed the peace outside the east gate of Changchang Farmhouse. The young guard standing on the fence gave a slap to the comrades who came to change shifts with a tired look.

"You finally came."

A guard with a horse face came over, holding an iron tea jar with boiling water in his hand, and glanced outside the fence.

His name is Liu Ding, and he is the adjutant of the wrench.

Before, his name was actually Riveter, but the manager, who likes to name people, changed it for him, and he happily accepted it.

"Did something happen last night?"

"No," Lu Bei shook his head and put the gun on his back, "I stared at them all night, except for the loud snoring, I couldn't see anything out of the ordinary... I'll leave it to you, I have to go get some sleep. ."

He's the youngest member of the outpost's guard, turning fourteen last month, but he looks like an adult.

In the guards, age and birth are not a problem, the only requirement of managers is loyalty and honesty. Although he was the youngest, Lu Bei felt that he met this standard better than anyone else.

With no family, he unconditionally believed in saving him from the dungeons of predators. Not to mention standing guard, he was even willing to die for him.

"Go and rest, child, this is left to me."

Liuding patted the young guard on the shoulder, and after watching him leave, he placed the iron tea jar on the ice-covered concrete bunker.

Looking at the camp of the refugees, he took off the Arbiter rifle on his back and stared meticulously in that direction.

Some refugees came out of the camp and went outside to pick up firewood, and some people set up pots and threw the snow into it to boil.

The man named Jiuli was directing them, and seemed to be keeping everything in order, but Liu Ding was not optimistic that he could control these people.

Unlike the nomadic tribes of Iron Axe, Liu Ding could see at a glance from experience that these people were not a group.

Regardless of the distribution and orientation of the shacks, as well as the location of the fire, it all means that there are at least four or more groups... maybe more.

On the other side, the prisoners of war were also driven out to collect firewood, and the fuel demand for the entire Changchang Farm increased several times.

I heard old Luca say that they have to build two more charcoal kilns to maintain the balance of fuel. Those prisoners of war from the Legion should be out picking up firewood all day.

Remembering the instructions of the manager, Liu Ding clenched the heavy rifle in his hand to cheer himself up.

"Hopefully nothing goes wrong."

Outpost.

Xiaoyu, who came to the surface early, quietly built a snowman on the square in front of the nursing home before the bank opened and everyone was online.

Although it may be meaningless, and the snowman she builds is not good-looking, she still wants to do something for those who keep the shelter safe.

【Today's adventure should also come on! 】

hung a wooden sign on the snowman's belly, with a line of crooked characters written on it, which she learned recently.

is finally done.

patted off the snow on the gloves, Xiaoyu jumped back two steps, looked at his masterpiece with sparkling eyes, and gave a thumbs up with satisfaction.

"Not bad, the little fish is great."

imitated the manager's tone and praised himself, and Xiaoyu slipped away in a good mood.

After a while, players went online one after another.

Seeing the snowman on the square and the crooked words written on the sign, countless little players felt their hearts melted.

"Woooooo, this snowman! It must be Xiao Keli who built it for me!"

"Crooked, demon spirit? It's time for performance at the end of the year. I helped you discover a pervert."

"I feel full of strength, I can even beat a crack claw crab!"

"Cracked Claw Crab? That's not all you need to have hands!"

"Good brother, let's go!"

"Hey, Xiaoyu must have piled it up to encourage me. Don't worry, my sister will pay attention to safety, and I will make you delicious mushroom soup when I come back!" It was not enough to say that, Yaya took out a beautiful big mushroom from her pocket. , carefully giving the snowman a nose.

"Wait for me! I think something is missing!"

Seeing Yaya's movements, Fujiteng suddenly thought of something and clapped his hands, turned and ran to the hut to get a scarf, and came back and hung it around the snowman's neck.

"Ness!" Fujiteng touched his chin with satisfaction and nodded smugly, "It looks so much better!"

Carrying the newly made rocket, Mosquito laughed and wanted to join in the fun, but before they reached the square, a group of enthusiastic little players pressed them on the ground and ate a mouthful of snow.

"What are you doing! My rocket! That's my rocket!"

"Hey! You are giving money!"

Xia Yan, who was yawning, carried Xiaoqi to the third floor.

Glancing at the players in the square outside the window, who were screaming in the early morning, she couldn't help but complain.

"I really envy them for being so motivated early in the morning."

"Xiao Qi was full of energy until she was carried upstairs by a strange woman."

Xia Yan glared at the wastepaper basket.

"What do you mean, is there something wrong with me coming up for you?"

Xiaoqi's camera didn't look at her.

"Xiao Qi doesn't want to talk to you today, please come back tomorrow."

"I'm rare!"

is really wrong!

rolled his eyes, Xia Yan turned and went downstairs to open the weapon shop.

Today's Vault 404 is as lively as it was yesterday, and the energetic little players went out to work early in the morning.

As for Chu Guang, of course he was not idle either.

As a planner, he knows very well that he can't always squat in front of the computer and peek at the screen, and he still has to do something that the planner should do.

For example, to give players more benefits.

Steel Works No. 81.

Standing next to a machine that covers an area of about six or seven square meters, Chu Guang looked up and down, and said after a while.

"This is called... Punch?"

"Yes, Dear Manager! It's a little rudimentary, but it's not bad at all," Brother Toilet Suo smiled and said, "By the way, this is my graduation project... Although you may not be aware of it What is a graduation project?"

Chu Guangxin said that you really took me for a fool, but he didn't say much, and his face didn't change at all.

NPC has this advantage.

If you don't want to talk to people, you don't care, you don't want to explain, you don't explain, and no one feels rude. This is much more comfortable than doing sales.

Brother Levine also said with a smile.

"That's right! The principle of the punching machine is actually the same. The circular motion turns into a linear motion. We designed a set of motors to drive the flywheel, and then drive the gears, crankshafts, and connecting rods through the clutch to push the slider for processing. The maximum impulse is average. It is a little difficult to build an engine, but there is no problem with building AK parts. The only trouble is that the quality of the lubricating oil is not good. We use betula terpene acid and turpentine to make it... Anyway, it is active at present, and we will see it later. ."

Brother Toilet Suo: "What AK! It's LD!"

Brother Levine was embarrassed to say, "Yes, yes, hehe, I forgot."

To be honest, Chu Guang not only didn't feel that the machine was simple, he even felt that it was overpowered.

By the way, are the parts used by this machine really cut out by his machine tool?

This is too much punishment!

Next to the punch press, there is also a hot punching machine, which is used to make seamless steel pipes.

The fired steel will be sent under the rollers to be pressed into rods, then fixed on the fixture, punched with a motor-driven plug, cut, cooled, and sent to the workbench to pull out the rifling with a boring cutter.

Beside the workbench, you can see a batch of finished steel pipes and receiver parts, which is the order that Chu Guang had asked them to complete before.

"Are these two devices easy to operate?"

"Very convenient!" Brother Levine clapped his chest and said, "Master Manager, if you want to produce anything else, just leave it to us, our products are guaranteed to satisfy you!"

Chu Guang looked at the two of them approvingly and nodded in satisfaction.

"You guys did a great job!"

"With these weapons, we are more confident to survive in this world!"

The cheque he had written before was finally cashed!

mission completed!

The two received a reminder at the same time, and immediately opened the VM and took a look.

Looking at the balance of the payment in the corporate account, Brother Levine and Brother Toilet Suo showed excited expressions on their faces.

Made a fortune!

Chu Guang quickly placed a new order for them, and then asked the warehouse manager to come over to check the batch and take it to the warehouse.

The assembly can be left to Boss Xia.

She has plenty of tools there, if the parts aren't accurate enough to fit, just do a little treatment, it won't be difficult.

However, Chu Guang felt that this worry should be superfluous, after all, the die of that punching machine was cut with a "magnetically confined plasma numerical control machine".

Mold accuracy is not enough?

nonexistent!

As for the principle error caused by mechanical movement, that thing has little effect.

Watching Xia Yan assemble the gun, Chu Guang excitedly held it in his hand and played with it for a while, then he loaded the clip and took it to the shooting range at the west gate to test the gun feel.

First shot a few shots, and then swept away in one shuttle.

The caliber of 7mm is slightly smaller than the 7.62mm used by the AK, but the 50mm case length can fit more charges, and the penetration is still very sufficient.

Whether it is dealing with people or against aliens, it is very useful!

"This performance is okay," Xia Yan glanced at Chu Guang in surprise and said, "I didn't expect you to design weapons?"

"I don't have that ability."

"That is?"

Chu Guang said after a little thought.

"You can simply understand... We have a chatting place, where many people are very busy, and they raise a bar, quarrel, and then quarrel, and there will be some blueprints that I don't know where to get it. Come."

To be honest, he himself did not fish much.

Xia Yan was stunned.

"Is the threshold for you to quarrel so high..."

"On the contrary, there is no threshold. It is precisely because there is no threshold, so everyone has it," Chu Guang took out the empty clip and said happily, "No matter what, what about this gun? How does the Drone X-2 assault rifle compare?"

Xia Yan rolled his eyes at him and said, "I'm talking about iron-barreled rifles. Do you expect to compare the guns made by small workshops with those made by big factories?"

Chu Guang smiled disapprovingly.

"The experience of production is summed up in practice, and it will always get better."

Wait for the players to die a few more times, isn't this experience coming?

"That's true, as the first generation is really good." Picking up a cooled cartridge case from the ground, Xia Yan touched his chin and looked at it for a while, "Let me help you see how to improve it."

There was no sound for a long time.

Xia Yan turned his head and saw Chu Guang looking at him in surprise, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and whispered.

"Any questions?"

"No."

Chu Guang shook his head.

It's a little strange but true.

This guy has become more and more diligent recently, it's almost like a different person.

Attracted by the sound of gunfire at the west gate, nearby players looked here curiously and whispered with interest.

"There is a plot!"

"Scythe! It's a sickle! Hahaha, it's finally out!"

"Hey! I'm talking about the story of the manager and the proprietress of the weapon shop! Did no one pay attention to her eyes? Brother Mole, you know what I mean."

"Fuck off, what does it have to do with me? Do you want me to be banned!"

"Tsk, this mole has lost his dreams."

"Bake it."

(end of this chapter)

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