This Game Is Too Realistic

After listening to Chu Guang’s answer, Brown made a silent calculation in his heart.

Slaves were not valuable, and in winter they were even completely useless assets. If he didn’t want them to freeze to death or starve to death, they had to spend food and fuel to support them.

He had more than 20 slaves, and if all of them were replaced by land, he could get more than 3600 square meters of land.

This arable land may be a little less than the land he owned at the moment, but the administrator’s attitude towards the land gave him a glimmer of hope.

The location of his farm was actually not very good. It was too close to the city, and the cost of land reclamation was too high. He had not expanded the planting area for many years.

If he could buy some more land from the administrator, he might have a bigger farm than the one he currently had.

Of course, that was not without risk.

No one had really dealt with this group of blue coats, and no one could guarantee that they would obey the rules and would not break their promises after taking over their properties.

Brown weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

At this time, Ye Xiao from Highway Town asked, "What about weapons? Do we need to hand them in too?"

Chu Guang replied. "Guns are banned in settlements, but there are no restrictions outside the settlements. Private armed forces who stay in our jurisdiction for a long time need to be registered, and their businesses and tasks must comply with our laws. Apart from these, there are no other restrictions."

None of the survivors in the room spoke.

These conditions may sound harsh, but at least they would be able to survive.

Seeing that no one was talking, Chu Guang continued, "If there are no more questions, then that’s all the dos and don’ts for the relocation."

"We will provide you with a Resident Handbook later, which contains all the things you need to be aware of in our settlement, you can understand it as our law."

“In addition, I hope that the relocation work can start as soon as possible. According to the information sent by our investigation team from the front line, the reinforcements of the Bonechewer Clan have arrived in the northern suburbs of Clearspring City, and are now about 16 kilometers northeast of us. Will they do something irrational after they discover that their supplies were either taken away or destroyed by us? We don’t know."

Noticing that the expressions of several survivors changed slightly, and they became restless, Chu Guang continued. "I’m not sure if any of you live around there, and if so, you’d better tell them to leave as soon as possible…"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the reception room.

A few moments later, someone knocked on the door.

After getting permission, a guard walked quickly into the room, gave Chu Guang a military salute, and reported with a serious expression, "Sir, according to the report from Longevity Town, we saw a lot of smoke in the northeast direction... It seems that something is burning!"

Hearing this sentence, Chu Guang was dazed.

What the heck?

Did I jinx it?!

With an ominous premonition in his heart, Chu Guang said immediately. "Can you determine the exact location?"

"Captain Wrench has sent someone over there to check things out. We can only speculate about the approximate location..."

At Chu Guang’s instruction, the guard stepped forward, stared at the map hanging on the wall for a while, and drew a circle on it with charcoal.

Looking at the circled location, Ye Xiao, who was closest to the map, was slightly taken aback, and blurted out subconsciously. "Winter Willow Camp?"

This was the first time Chu Guang had heard that term.

However, judging from the reactions of other survivors around, they were obviously no strangers to this place, and they all looked at the skinny man sitting in the corner. �

Chu Guang also looked at the man.

That person’s sense of presence was very low; from the beginning of the relocation work meeting to the present, he had not said a single word during the whole process.

The sudden bad news made his face turn pale like the snow on the ground outside. His lips trembled uncontrollably, and his dilated pupils were filled with fear.

"No, this can’t be real!"

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In the open field northeast of the outpost..

Two heavy bicycles were struggling to move forward on the snowy ground.

In some places where the snow was not very deep, things were still fine; they could at least slide forward with the bicycles with the help of their legs. But in the kind of snow where even the wheels were buried, they could only get off the bicycles and push them forward.

"Bicycles are useless in this damn weather, why don’t they give us a few sleds?!" Night Ten couldn’t help complaining as he stepped down hard on the pedals.

Gale, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at the VM screen and asked casually, "Do you know how to sled?"

"No! But I can learn!"

Ample Time, who was sitting behind Quit Smoking, was also refreshing his VM, casually interjected, "I know a little bit. But it’s still a bit difficult to sled in this terrain unless you have two huskies running in front."

Night Ten glanced at him. "What the heck, how come you know a little bit of everything?"

Ample Time thought for a while and said. "Emmm... Maybe it’s because I have too much free time?"

The north wind howled past them, making them feel very sleepy.

Yawning uncontrollably, Night Ten couldn’t help feeling dissatisfied. "This game is too realistic... Our characters in the game can actually get sleepy."

Gale, who was sitting in the back, nodded. "Mhm, it’s really ridiculous. I already have the fatigue debuff, but the 5% debuff effect is not obvious... Wait, it seems that a new mission has been triggered."

Upon hearing the new mission, Night Ten, who had not been sluggish a second ago, suddenly regained his spirits. "Mission?!"

Ample Time, who was also staring at the VM screen, responded. "I also received a mission… The mission wants us to go to Winter Willow Camp, one kilometer away, to support the survivors there, preventing marauders from getting supplies from the local areas, and buying time for reinforcements to arrive."

Winter Willow Camp?

What the hell is that place?

Ample Time dragged the map with his index finger and found a green tent icon on the map.

The icon was in a forest that no player had explored before, so they didn’t know anything about what was going on there. However, judging from the pre-war map, it should be a forest park or something, with a ranger’s hut and a tourist rest stop.

It was a place where birds wouldn’t bother shitting.

Gale touched the bridge of his nose and said calmly, "... Additionally, the number of enemy is unknown, it is best to be prepared to encounter elite monsters or even trigger a boss battle. Fortunately, the battlefield is in the forest, which is half of our home field."

Originally, Quit Smoking, who was pedaling on the bicycle, was huffing and puffing. He didn’t have any spare energy to chat with them. But the next moment, he couldn’t help asking breathlessly, "Brothers, just give me a direction, do you want me to turn around?"

Staring at the VM screen and thinking for a moment, Ample Time said. "No, just keep going. I will tell you in advance where you need to turn right... Tsk, this mission actually has a time limit."

They were in the middle of dense forestry, and its terrain was undulating. So it would be difficult to find a suitable sniper point. The terrain on its west side was relatively high, but it would take some time to get around.

Ample Time had a rough plan in mind.

Gale tapped Night Ten’s shoulder and urged. "The mission will end after 30 minutes, so hurry up. Can’t you learn from Quit Smoking?"

Night Ten snapped instantly, "Screw you! I’m a perception type! How can you compare me to a constitution type?!"

Looking at the expanse of white snow in front of him, Ample Time sighed silently in his heart. "It would be great if we had a motorcycle."

Thinking about it carefully, the road conditions on the wasteland might not be great for four-wheeled vehicles, but it wouldn’t be a problem for a two-wheeled motorcycle! It could even be used as a snowmobile in winter after some simple modification.

The only pity was that the difficulty of making an engine was a little high.

He could only hope that Bathroom Goer and Athlete Foot from Steel Plant 81 would be able to create some miracles!

"There’s a lot of smoke in the front!" Quit Smoking suddenly shouted, "Do you want me to turn around?"

"I can see it with my eyes! So stop shouting and lower your voice!" Ample Time growled and took the compound bow off his back.

While he was talking, there was a faint sound of gunfire coming from the forest not far from them.

Ample Time spoke decisively, "Stop."

"Gale and Night Ten go to the high slope on the west side. Quit Smoking, follow me and release the safety on your gun, but remember not to pull the trigger accidentally!"

"It’s very likely that we will engage with the enemy within 700 meters, so we will walk the rest of the way!"