This Game Is Too Realistic

They contained cannonballs!

"Why are there still cannonballs here?"

Lu Bei counted them and realized there was quite a number. There were actually more than 50 rounds, and the caliber was not small either. He measured it with his hand, and found that they were about 10 centimeters.

Surprisingly, he didn’t catch sight of any artillery.

Did those marauders use them as grenades?

Standing next to him, the slightly older guard said, "Maybe the artillery is in the back. I heard that the vanguard got here first."

"Just the vanguard?!" Looking at the shelter residents who were about to evacuate, Lu Bei said nervously, "What if those marauders attack us? Wouldn’t it be too early for us to evacuate now?"

The slightly older guard continued with a smile. "What are you afraid of? We have dismantled the fuel rods in the reactor and taken their supplies, so what if they snatch the position back? They won’t be able to produce any food."

...

Chu Guang, who was wearing an exoframe, finally saw the 4-meter-long large lizard in a dirty tent.

Speaking of which, after traveling to the wasteland for so long, it was the first time Chu Guang had seen a Deathclaw with his own eyes.

Moreover, he was looking at it from up close!

Looking at the beast in front of him, Chu Guang fell into deep thought.

If you look at it this way...

Garbage indeed looks a bit like this.

"Little Seven."

"Hm… Yes, master, do you have any orders?"

"Help me take a picture with this Deathclaw."

"...?"

Although confused by its master’s request, Little Seven lowered the drone and took a photo of Chu Guang and the Deathclaw at the entrance of the tent.

After the photos were sent to the helmet, Chu Guang admired his appearance for a while and nodded with satisfaction.

Good. I’ll post this selfie on the official website!

The next second, Chu Guang suddenly noticed that the Deathclaw’s eyes had opened at some point, and it was glaring at him with a pair of amber pupils.

Chu Guang, who was being stared at, didn’t panic at all, and calmly pulled out the Nitrogen-Powered Hammer that was on his back. His index finger had already touched the button.

As if sensing the danger from the hammer, the Deathclaw lying on the ground instantly became obedient.

Glancing at the metal collar around Deathclaw’s neck, Chu Guang then looked at the robed old man standing in the tent.

As Old White mentioned on the forum, that person was obviously different from those marauders in terms of dress and temperament.

Especially his gray robe with a hood. It gave Chu Guang a feeling that the old man was concealing something.

Without talking nonsense, Chu Guang got straight to the point. "What’s hanging around its neck?"

The old man replied softly, "It’s Miracle, sir."

Chu Guang was slightly dazed, and then glared at the old man. "Can you speak in a language I understand?!"

The old man explained calmly, "The name of this device is Miracle, sir. If I have to explain it, it allows us to establish psychological communication with mutants." Ṝ�

Through the old man’s determined eyes, Chu Guang could now confirm that the dude probably also didn’t know how to explain how it worked.

Well, that’s fine.

It just happened that there were two experts in the shelter, one was proficient in mechanical devices such as implants, and the other was proficient in biology.

Chu Guang believed that one of them would be interested in it.

Putting aside the question about the Deathclaw for the time being, Chu Guang looked at the old man and asked, "I’ll change the question, who are you?"

The old man replied in a soft voice, "Apostle of the Torch Church, sir, you can regard me as a neutral third party."

Torch?

…Church?

Hearing the familiar word, a strange expression appeared on Chu Guang’s face as he looked at the old man in front of him who didn’t seem to understand the situation.

"You were captured by me in the marauder’s camp, and you have the audacity to tell me that you are a neutral third party?"

Looking at the stunned old man, Chu Guang continued, "We’ll settle the account with Torch later. Now, take your stuff and follow me. I’ll take you to where the captives are supposed to go."

...

The day was breaking.

With the roars of the engines, three pickup trucks welded with steel plates circled around the outside of the experimental base, but in the end they didn’t have the courage to drive up the slope and left towards the north.

Another few hours passed.

At noon, three pick-up trucks welded with steel plates came back again.

In addition to these three trucks, this time, there were more than 200 marauders, who were divided into 20 teams under the leadership of 20 squad leaders, and pressed onto the high ground from the east and west sides at the same time.

A man with only a tuft of hair on his head, holding the telescope in his hand, looked at the direction of the experimental base, with a triumphant smile on the corner of his mouth. "Looks like those people have run away."

His name was Steel Teeth. He was a Company Leader in the Bonechewer Clan, belonging to Brigade under Black Snake. Moreover, he also worked directly under the family of the current Bonechewer Clan leader.

Standing next to him was a man wearing a thick navy blue coat and a blindfold on his left eye. This man was called Kevin. He used to be the squad leader of the Army that belonged to the Expeditionary Force.

After the defeat of General Klaas, he happened to meet the people of the Bonechewer Clan while fleeing south.

Those marauders were very interesting.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

After seeing the navy blue coat on him, they did not attack him, but instead took him in happily.

Kevin was confused by their actions for a while.

After all, after the average marauders caught the people from the Army, they would make them into human leather sofas or other things, and show them off as trophies.

However, those marauders were very pragmatic.

The incorporated Army deserters were allowed to take up positions such as staff officers and instructors in the Bonechewer Clan.

There, Kevin also met many deserters who had no hope of returning home like him.

Thinking that he had nowhere to go, and he had no other skills to make a living besides fighting, he decided to stay with those marauders.

Looking at Steel Teeth who was overexcited, Kevin felt that he should warn him, so he coughed lightly and said, "This is not a good sign... Since they chose to withdraw, it means that in their eyes, this place has lost its original strategic value."

Hearing this sentence, the excited Steel Teeth’s expression instantly turned gloomy.

At this moment, his subordinates trotted over and sent him the battle report from the front line.

As Kevin said, the worst had happened.

His men recaptured the experimental base with ease, but there was only an empty shell left.

Those who attacked them not only took away the supplies prepared by their troops, but even dismantled the fuel rods located in the ecological park!

The only ones left were the 20 or so seriously injured who were left in the lobby of Building 3. They were now lying on the floor dying and groaning in pain.

These shameless thieves!

Cowards who fear war!

And those idiot teammates! They can’t even hold a defensive position for one night!

Steel Teeth clenched his fists and looked in the direction of the experimental base, anger evident in his eyes.

Those were the supplies they saved after looting many survivors’ strongholds, and there was even his share among them. But what was more important was that all of this was to pave the way for the main force that was going to arrive soon.

Kevin understood what was on Steel Teeth’s mind, but he still advised cautiously, "Without supplies, even if we send a large army here, we can only suffer from cold and starvation here... This place has lost its strategic value, so let’s retreat."

"I will not forget this!" Steel Teeth squinted his eyes menacingly, and said angrily, "They should be the survivors in this area! We have to get the supplies back!"

Kevin looked at him, startled.

Take it back?

From those lunatics who captured this high ground in just one night?

Does this guy really know what he’s talking about?!