Chapter 302 War Preparation

   Around 1942, a German pilot needed to go through up to six months of training and two months of aviation subjects before he could get the opportunity to enter a class A/B flight training school to train in light aircraft.

  When the flight time exceeds hundreds of hours, the pilot can get his own pilot certificate and wing medal.

   And after that, they also need to enter a C-class flight school to receive training in various types of aircraft, and then they can fly to the front line in twin-engine fighter jets or reconnaissance aircraft.

   However, as the battle situation became tight and supplies such as fuel and aircraft were in short supply, this situation soon changed. When Moustache listened to Goering's report, he simply ordered the dissolution of the C-class flight school, and then the light aircraft of the B-class school were gradually replaced by gliders.

   It is said that by the end of the war, the average German pilot had only 160 hours of training before heading to the front.

  160 hours, which is still a bit too much.

   In Mosquito's opinion, 80 hours of training time is completely enough, and the remaining 80 hours can be trained on the top of the enemy's head.

   also saves bullets and electricity.

   Gliders are not fast.

   As long as you stay calm and follow the method he taught, no problem!

   spent an entire morning, Mosquito explained the basics of flying to his little apprentices.

   Several players who have driven gliders or played flight simulations in reality occasionally interject to add two sentences.

   In order to deepen his understanding, Mosquito dragged his only four training planes out of the hangar, and let the players who are interested in flying with him sit up one by one, and he explained the operation of flying one by one.

  Although many people are confused when they come into contact with this thing for the first time, but in short, step on the switch to the end, the speed is over the white line, and the joystick is pulled up, right?

   When attacking the ground, aim at the target with the tick mark, and use the tracer bullet to correct the trajectory.

   sounds pretty simple.

   After talking all morning, the mosquito's mouth was dry.

   At this time, two little players covered in mud came over from outside the airport.

   Mosquito glanced at the two of them, but they knew each other.

   One is Macabazi and the other is going up the mountain to fight tigers. Both of them are farming players and work in the fields every day. It is said that the farming level has reached 5.

  Although the reward of farming to level 10 is very attractive, there are not many players who really have the perseverance to work hard in the fields.

   As for the players like them, who have turned "Wasteland OL" into a farm simulator, there are very few players.

   was about to ask the two of them what was the matter, when Makabazi raised his hand with a smile.

   "Coach! Can we practice together?"

   Going up the mountain to fight the tiger: "Good brother! Take us!"

"Okay, no one will be rejected!" Mosquito laughed, of course not rejecting the little leek delivered to the door, but it was still a little strange in his heart, "Aren't you two busy working in the fields every day? Why are you thinking of coming to school? Airplane."

   And it’s also a power system.

  The power system drives a hammer plane.

   Wouldn’t it be nice to go to the artillery team to shoot?

   Facing the curious gaze of the mosquito brother, he went up the mountain to beat the tiger and said with a smile.

   "We're going to buy a plane to spread pesticides!"

  Makabazi nodded excitedly: "I'm the same as this old brother!"

  Mosquito was stunned for a moment, and just wanted to complain that these guys used his invention to do such an unseemly thing, but he quickly remembered that in reality, gliders seem to be spraying pesticides...

   scratched the back of his head, the mosquito choked back the words in his mouth.

   "Okay... Anyway, I'll teach you by the way."

  Makabazi hugged his shoulders overjoyed.

   "Thanks bro!"

   "Hey! How can you wash your hands and take advantage of me! I've made Lao Tzu all covered in mud!"

   The mosquitoes who broke free brushed the mud off his body and rolled his eyes at Makabazi, who was smiling, "What do you want to learn? Just open? Or do you practice with other subjects?"

  Makabazi: "What other subjects do you have?"

   Mosquito: "There are a lot of them. The ground attack subjects include near-air strafing, ballistic correction, and dive bombing—"

   Before Mosquito could finish his sentence, he went up the mountain to fight the tiger and nodded quickly: "Learn! Learn this too!"

  Makabazi gave him a strange look: "If we don't go to the front line, why do we learn this?"

Going up the mountain to beat the tiger, he said excitedly: "Who said that if you don't go to the front line, you can't use it? You can't use it if you spray pesticides! And if there is a wild boar or some other alien species running into the field, we can't catch up with our two legs. Just get on the plane and hammer it!"

  Makabazi was shocked.

   "Fuck! Awesome!"

   It was not just the Maca brothers who were shocked, but also the mosquitoes standing beside them. A second ago, I felt that they were not pursuing them, but now it seems that I underestimate them.

   Mosquito supported Brother Tiger's shoulder with a look of surprise, and patted him a few times with excitement, ignoring the mud on his body.

   "Just for your awareness, I have accepted your apprentice! Don't worry, brother, I will definitely train you to become ace pilots!"

   Brother Tiger smiled shyly and touched the back of his head embarrassedly.

   "Actually, there is no need to exaggerate, the ace pilots are not enough, we just need to be ordinary pilots."

   Mosquito snorted.

   "How about that, you have to have what others have!"

   "Every student who graduates from me is an ace pilot, and our diploma is an ace pilot diploma!"

   "Don't worry, each of you will have a certificate by then!"

  Makabazi: "Fuck! That's okay too?!"

   Go up the mountain to fight the tiger: "6666!"

   "Low-key, low-key, hehe."

   Looking at his two new apprentices, Mosquito's face was filled with a smile.

   I didn’t expect that there are quite a lot of small players in this game who are eager to learn.

  He thought about it.

   It seems that there are no training institutions in this game. There are NPCs in military schools and literacy classes listening to lectures.

  However, if you want to be a **** player, how can you do it without learning some skills!

  Since everyone has ignored this market, let him be the first person to eat crabs!

  The people who graduate from him in the future are all "ace pilots", and he is the principal of the ace pilots!

  …

   After the morning training, Mosquito disbanded the team, and flew away with the four senior brothers under his own division, holding his thighs everywhere, begging to be led.

   During this time, everyone is rushing to the corps level, forming a team to brush high contribution tasks, and strive to rush the corps level to LV10 before the new expansion, and upgrade from the F stage to the E stage.

   By the way, I also run in the team.

  This game is different from other MMORPGs. There is no real kryptonite equipment, and there is no 999 slaying dragon sword and blood-sucking +99% undead armor. Although levels and equipment increase the upper and lower limits of players' combat effectiveness, they do not represent absolute invincibility.

   Even if it is the heavy cavalry exoskeleton in the graduation uniform, it has to go back to its hometown with a HEAT bomb on its chest. Even a powerful Awakener would have to lie down if he was hit in the head.

   It is said that there was shield technology in the pre-war era, and even different types of shields were derived for different types of weapons.

   For example, the nitrogen shield on the manager's hammer can effectively weaken or even block bullets, explosive fragments and projectiles.

   But that is NPC equipment after all.

   As we all know, NPC equipment is used for viewing, and when it can be bought in the store, it is not known that it is a matter of several versions.

   Therefore, for players who plan to go to the front line, tacit cooperation with teammates is more important than simply improving the sequence level.

   As for lone wolf players who don’t like fixed teams and are not interested in socializing, it’s not that there are no places to go.

   The doors of the 1st and 2nd Corps are open to all players above LV5. There are also many stand-alone parties who choose NPC Corps, but they are usually low-key.

  Although the NPC corps focuses on defense, they will also issue tasks to reinforce the frontline and transport supplies during wartime. Completing these tasks can also obtain merits and medals.

   If you find that you actually have a commanding talent during the battle, you can leave the team with your teammates and accumulated merits after the battle and form your own corps.

  Chu Guang has designed a gameplay that allows them to find the game experience for almost every type of player he filters in.

   Manage the aborigines in the way of the aborigines, and manage the players in the way of the players, which is also the position he has always adhered to.

  Preparing for the Northern Expedition Plan is not just for professional combat players, but professional players in life are also actively preparing for the upcoming new expansion in their own way...

  …

   On the edge of Red River Town.

   Outside the fence of the Horseshoe Chamber of Commerce, a truck full of goods slowly passed the wooden post.

  Honghe Town is different from Qingquan City. There is no unified large-scale survivor settlement here. The mine owners and chamber of commerce bosses all encircle the land separately, closing the door and passing each other.

   It’s just that compared to the local slave owners, most foreign traders and mercenaries still prefer to live in the houses of the bosses of the Chamber of Commerce.

  Although both are the same black, people are still more worried about being put on collars and shackles when they sleep in the middle of the night than being emptied of wallets by unscrupulous merchants.

   There were not many people going to the station of the slave owners, and there was an endless stream of guests in front of the stations of the major chambers of commerce.

   Over time, the latter gradually developed into a post station, and with the increase of the resident population, it gradually became what it is now.

   "Horseshoe Town" is the largest survivor settlement around Honghe Town, and the one closest to Qingquan City.

   However, there is a fundamental difference between this and the traditional survivor settlement.

   Generally, the settlements of small and medium-sized survivors are mostly xenophobic, but the degree of xenophobia varies.

  However, here, the foreign population accounts for 80% of the total population.

even more!

   Sisi, sitting in the driver's seat, has been observing the passing pedestrians.

   Just looking at the clothes, skin color and demeanor, it is impossible to tell which ones are locals and which ones come here to do business from other places.

  While Sisi looked at the NPCs, the NPCs standing on both sides of the road were also looking at them.

   Especially the truck and the pile of goods on the truck attracted the attention of many mercenaries and traders.

   "Why doesn't this truck have a chimney?"

   "It is estimated that the battery is used."

   "Electric truck?! What if there is no electricity on this road?"

   "Short-distance running is no problem... I recognize this thing, it seems to be called an 'electric mule', made by those blue jackets in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City."

   "The sanctuary's blue gopher? No wonder it looks fine-skinned and tender."

   "Wait, you mean electric mule?! The one with 50,000 silver coins?"

"should be!"

  50,000 silver coins!

  The mercenaries who had been to Dawn City held their breaths in unison, and many people had envious expressions on their faces.

  In the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, 200 silver coins can be exchanged for an assault rifle!

   That's enough money to arm a centurion!

   is even more enviable—even coveted is that behind that truck, there is a whole truckload of light and heavy weapons and ammunition, the value of which is twice or more than this truck.

   What made them even more unbelievable was that in such a truck full of cargo, there were actually two little girls sitting in the main and co-pilot seats?

  Although the mercenaries in the wasteland are not uncommon, they are completely different from them.

   How did these people get here safely!

   "I, I always feel like a lot of people are watching us." Sesame paste, who was sitting in the passenger seat, clenched the steel helmet that hid the cat ears tightly.

   "Calm down, let them watch if you want. This is a safe area, we just need to walk our own way."

  Ssi, who was holding the steering wheel, glanced out the window.

Although the sequence level of    fleshy flesh is not high and his combat power is indescribable, his burly physique is quite deterrent.

   In the face of a big white bear in heavy armor, even the awakened ones have to walk around.

   Coupled with the 10mm caliber "Maxqin II" on the roof, and the tail that is restless and always likes to aim at random, it is more than enough to deter those with bad intentions.

   They had a smooth journey.

   Occasionally encounter people walking the same road, basically others are walking around them.

The only threat    encountered was a pack of jackals that approached them at night.

   At that time, only the tail and meat were on the line, and the situation was indeed dangerous.

   But fortunately, the tail's reaction was fast enough. Taking advantage of the fleshy teeth to frighten the approaching wolves, he climbed onto the roof of the car and swept the machine gun in his arms.

  After dropping a dozen corpses, the wolves quickly withdrew.

   One thing to say, wolf meat is really unpalatable.

   No matter how you do it, it has a fishy smell.

   Later, they sold these prey to the acquisition station in Junk City, exchanged some supplies from local vendors, and then continued on the road.

   "Oh oh oh! Is this the Red River Town!"

   "Completely different from Boulder! No one is afraid of me."

  From the moment they crossed the post, Tail and Flesh were looking around excitedly.

On both sides of the street are square mud houses, and under the sheds along the street are crowded a row of hawkers selling goods, mercenaries with weapons on their backs shuttle through the narrow streets, and traders holding ropes spit the stars and buy them. Home bargain.

The other end of the   rope is sometimes a machine with a crawler chassis, sometimes a cow full of burlap sacks, and sometimes a human - maybe a android.

   Everything here is full of freshness to her.

   The production team of "Wasteland OL" is not making a game!

   instead creates an almost real world!

   This is too nice!

   Listening to the fleshy speech on the communication channel, the smile on Si Si's face was slightly subtle.

   "Uh, I think they are actually afraid, but they don't dare to care about us... Would you like to hang a rope around your neck and lead it yourself?"

  Rourou immediately protested.

   "Wait, that's too weird, at least someone can hold it for me?"

Sesame paste:"……?"

  Siss: "?"

  The only thing that didn't seem to be right was her tail. Standing on the roof of the car, she was still immersed in the joy of unlocking a new map.

   "S! It's clearly called Honghe Town, why didn't we see the river along the way?!"

  Siss: "Maybe before the war?"

  Tail: "Oh! That's it! By the way, I heard that there are a lot of bugs here, and there are also big bugs that are dozens of meters long!"

   "Bug, bug?! Where?!"

   Nervous Sesame Paste nervously grabbed the revolver under the seat and looked out the window, but saw nothing.

  Tail: "It's not here, I read what everyone said on the forum!"

  Siss: "Oh! It's amazing."

  Tail: "Damn! Sisi is so perfunctory!"

   "After all, I'm driving, the road here is too narrow... Wait a minute." He calmed the energetic tail in a childish tone, but Sisi's thoughts couldn't help but drift to the official website.

   I heard that if you go all the way to the west, you will leave the boundary of the River Valley Province and enter the Luoxia Province, and further west will be an endless sea of ​​sand.

   sounds much more spectacular than here.

   "Have a chance to go and have a look."

   Horseshoe Town's trading post is not far from the main entrance.

Sisi parked the truck next to the unloading point, pushed open the door and jumped out, and exchanged a few words with the staff next to the unloading point in a non-standard language, and soon a few porters came over to help them remove the The cargo was unloaded.

  The person in charge of clearing the goods was a man in a leather jacket with a brown scarf around his neck and a cigarette in his mouth.

  Siss noticed that his left arm was a mechanical prosthesis, but judging from the mottled rust, it should have been used for a long time.

Before    walked to the goods, the man consciously put out the cigarette and stuffed it back into his pocket, it seemed that he planned to continue smoking for a while.

"LD-47 rifle, 88mm mortar, 20mm light lance and KV-1 exoskeleton and ammunition are all we need. But before I can give you an estimate, I need to know what you want? Slaves? Or mines ? Spot? Or coupons?"

  VM will translate some keywords.

   Combining his own understanding and the guide on the official website, Sisi generally understood what he said and answered in a concise tone.

   "Mine, spot."

   The man raised his eyebrows.

   "Do you have a quotation?"

  Siss didn't speak, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to him.

   Before setting off from Dawn City, she had browsed the posts of other players on the forum, and had already learned about the market here in advance, and made a list of the supplies she planned to purchase in advance.

  Compared to picking and choosing at the scene, using a combination of raw people to bargain with the locals who are full of dialects, and finally being seen as a layman or causing unnecessary misunderstandings, she felt that it would be more efficient to do so.

  The man took a look at the list and frowned slightly.

"Copper, nickel, zinc, and sulfur are all easy to talk about, but for platinum... we don't have it in our inventory. I'm afraid you have to wait until tomorrow. Or I'll settle the platinum part for you with coupons, and you can take the coupons to the mine next to you. Pickup is fine."

  Siss frowned, thought for a moment and then shook his head.

   "Other goods are delivered in stock, and platinum is delivered to the military base of the new alliance."

The    man gave her two more glances in surprise.

   "You are from the new alliance?"

  Siss replied succinctly.

"Yes."

   There was a little more fear in his eyes, the man didn't say anything, he accepted the list, and greeted the porters under him to start loading the goods.

   Back next to the truck, Sis looked at his teammates and said.

   "The plan has changed, the platinum stock is gone, we have to stay here for the night."

   "Do you live here?" Tail asked with sparkling eyes.

   "Of course, back to the nearby save point... By the way, can you fall asleep here? It's so noisy here." Si Si said helplessly.

  Tail turned on the VM and flipped through the map. It seemed that he still didn't know where his military base was.

   Sesame paste asked curiously.

   "What is that platinum for?"

  Siss replied casually: "The chemical plant's order should be a catalyst for acid production. It is estimated that it is intended to expand the production capacity of nitric acid."

  Tail: "Making acid?"

  Siss: "For the production of smokeless powder."

   Rourou looked at Si Si in surprise.

   "You still understand this?"

  Siss' expression was a little subtle.

   "emmm...I didn't understand it originally."

   "I understand everything when I play this game."

  …

at the same time.

   Horseshoe Town Center, Chamber of Commerce headquarters.

   The man sitting in the office frowned slightly as he watched the inventory list handed over by his subordinates.

   "Sulphur, copper... and platinum, are all stocks bottomed out?"

   The subordinate standing in front of the desk nodded.

   "Well, most of them were bought by caravans from Qingquan City."

The    man thought for a moment, then got up and walked to the wall, looking at the map on the wall and thinking for a long time.

   His eyes fell on Xizhou City in the north of Qingquan City, a surprise flashed in his eyes, and he clenched his fists subconsciously.

"Great!"

  The new alliance is planning to take action against the Bone-biting tribe!

  If they succeed in capturing Xizhou City, the Snake Clan stationed in TS City will fall into a passive situation of being attacked by the enemy.

   At that time, the pressure on Honghe Town will be relieved a lot.

   Of course, he saw far more than that.

  If the war machine in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City is fully activated, they will make a lot of money!

   "Sir?" The subordinate looked at his back and asked in a low voice.

   looked away from the map, the man did not explain anything to his subordinates, just gave a brief command.

   "Raise your sulphur and copper stocks, go down."

   tried his best to restrain his excitement, the man returned to the desk, took out the communicator in the drawer, and called the mine owner who had been supplying them.

"my friend."

   "The chance to make a fortune is here!"

   (end of this chapter)