Chapter 302 War Preparation

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

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

   After that, they also need to enter the C-level flight school to receive training in various models before they can fly twin-engine fighter jets or reconnaissance planes to the front.

  However, as the war situation tightened and fuel, aircraft and other materials were in short supply, this situation quickly changed. After listening to Goering's report, Mustache simply ordered the disbandment of the C-level flight school, and then the light aircraft of the B-level school were replaced by gliders one after another.

   It is said that by the end of the war, the average training time for each German pilot before going to the front line was only 160 hours.

  160 hours is still a bit too much.

   In the eyes of mosquitoes, 80 hours of training time is completely sufficient, and the remaining 80 hours can be trained on top of the enemy's head.

   Also save some bullets and electricity.

   The speed of the glider is not fast.

  As long as you keep calm and follow the method he taught, there will be no problem!

   Spent the whole morning, Mosquito explained the basics of flying to his little apprentices.

  A few players who have driven a glider or played a flight simulation in real life will interrupt from time to time to add a few sentences.

  In order to deepen their understanding, Mosquito dragged his only four training planes out of the hangar, and let the players who are willing to fly with him sit on them one by one, and he explained the operation of the flight one by one.

  Although many people are confused when they come into contact with this thing for the first time, in short, just press the switch to the bottom, the speed exceeds the white line, and the joystick can be pulled up, right?

   When attacking the ground, aim at the target with the scale line, and use tracer bullets to correct the trajectory when firing.

   Sounds pretty simple.

   After talking all morning, the mouth of the mosquito was dry.

  At this moment, 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 Makabazi, and the other is hunting tigers in the mountains. Both of them are farming players. They are busy in the fields every day. It is said that the farming level has reached 5.

  Although the reward for 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 played "Wasteland OL" as a farm simulator, there are very few players.

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

   "Coach! Can we follow along?"

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

"Okay, anyone who comes is welcome!" Mosquito smiled, of course he would not refuse the little leeks delivered to his door, but he still felt a little strange in his heart, "By the way, don't you two work in the fields every day? Why do you want to learn to open?" The plane is gone."

   And it's from the strength department.

   Power is to fly a hammer plane.

   Wouldn’t it be nice to go to the artillery team to have a blast?

   Facing the curious eyes of Brother Mosquito, he went up the mountain to fight the tiger and said with a smile.

   "We are going to buy a plane to spray pesticides!"

   Ma Kabazi nodded excitedly: "I am the same as this old man!"

   Mosquito was stunned for a moment, and just wanted to complain that these guys used his invention to do such an unpursued thing, but soon remembered that in reality, the glider seems to be spraying pesticides...

   Scratching the back of his head, Mosquito suppressed the words on his lips.

   "Okay... Anyway, I taught you by the way."

   Makabazi embraced his shoulder with great joy.

   "Thank you brother!"

   "Damn! Can you wash your hands and take advantage of me again! I'm covered in mud!"

  The mosquito that broke free brushed the mud off its body, and rolled its eyes at the playful Makabazi, "What do you want to learn? Just drive? Or do you practice other subjects together?"

  Makabazi: "What subjects do you have?"

  Mosquito: "There are many, ground attack subjects include close-air strafing, ballistic correction, dive bombing—"

   Before Mosquito finished speaking, he went up the mountain to fight tigers and nodded quickly: "Learn! Learn this too!"

   Ma Kabazi gave him a strange look: "We don't go to the front line, so why learn this?"

Going up the mountain to fight tigers excitedly said: "Who said that if you can't go to the front line, you can't use it? If you spray pesticides, you can use it! And if there are some wild boars or other alien species that run into the field, and we can't catch up with our two legs, then we can use them." Get on the plane and hammer it!"

  Makabazi was shocked.

   "Fuck! Awesome!"

   It wasn't just Brother Maca who was shocked, but also the mosquitoes standing aside. A second ago, I thought they were not pursuing them, but now it seems that I have underestimated them.

  Mosquito hugged Brother Tiger's shoulders with a look of surprise, and patted him vigorously a few times excitedly, regardless of the mud on his body.

   "Just for your awareness, I will accept you as an apprentice! Don't worry, brother, I will definitely train you to be ace pilots!"

  Brother Tiger smiled shyly, and rubbed the back of his head embarrassingly.

   "Actually, there is no need to exaggerate so much. Ace pilots are not enough. We can just be ordinary pilots."

  The mosquito let out a hey.

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

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

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

  Makabazi: "Damn! This is okay?!"

  Going up the mountain to fight tigers: "6666!"

   "Low key, low key, hey."

  Looking at his two new apprentices, Mosquito had a smile on his face.

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

  He thought it over.

  In this game, it seems that no one is a training institution. Military schools and literacy classes are full of NPCs listening to lectures. They don’t understand the language, and few players go to join in the fun.

  However, if you want to be a **** player, how can you not learn some skills!

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

  In the future, everyone who graduates from him will be an "ace pilot", and he is the principal of the ace pilot!

  …

  After the training in the morning, Mosquito disbanded the team and took the four senior brothers under his teacher, hugging their thighs and flying away.

  During this time, everyone is rushing to the regiment level, forming a team to clear up contribution tasks, trying to rush the regiment level to LV10 before the new expansion pack, and upgrade from F stage to E stage.

  By the way, also run in the team.

  This game is different from other MMORPGs. There is no real krypton gold equipment, and there is no dragon-slaying sword of 999 per knife and undead armor of blood-sucking +99%. Although levels and equipment have increased the upper and lower limits of players' combat power, they do not mean invincibility in an absolute sense.

  Even if it’s a heavy cavalry exoskeleton in the graduation outfit, it’s like getting a HEAT bomb in the chest and you have to go back to your hometown. Even a powerful awakened person would have to lie down if he was hit on 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 for viewing, and when it can be bought in the store, it will be a few versions later.

   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 the lone wolf players who don't like fixed teams and are not interested in socializing, it's not that there is no place to go.

   The gates of the first and second corps are open to all players above LV5, and many stand-alone parties choose NPC corps, but they are usually relatively low-key.

  Although the NPC corps is mainly defensive, it will also release missions to reinforce the front line and transport supplies during wartime. Completing these missions can also earn merits and medals.

   If you find that you actually have command talent during the battle, you can leave the team with your teammates and accumulated merits after the battle, and you can 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 screens out.

  Using the method of the aboriginals to manage the aboriginals and the players to manage the players is also his consistent position.

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

  …

  The edge of Honghe Town.

   Outside the fence of the Horseshoe Chamber of Commerce, a truck full of goods slowly passed the wooden sentry 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 enclose their own land, and pass through behind closed doors.

   It's just that compared with the local slave owners, most foreign merchants and mercenaries still prefer to live in the homes of the bosses of the chamber of commerce.

  Although both are the same black, but compared to being emptied of wallets by unscrupulous merchants, everyone is more worried about being put on collars and shackles while sleeping in the middle of the night.

   Few people go to the residences of the slave owners, and there are an endless stream of guests in front of the residences of major chambers of commerce.

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

   "Horseshoe Town" is considered to be a larger survivor settlement around Honghe Town, and it is also the one closest to Qingquan City.

  However, there is an essential difference between this place and the survivor settlement in the traditional sense.

  Generally, small and medium-sized survivor settlements are mostly xenophobic, but the degree of xenophobia is different.

  However, here, the immigrant 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 clothing, skin color and demeanor, it is impossible to tell who are locals and who come here from other places to do business.

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

  Especially the truck and the loads of goods on it attracted the attention of many mercenaries and merchants.

   "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 still no problem... I recognize this thing, it seems to be called 'electric mule', made by those blue coats in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City."

   "The blue gopher in the shelter? No wonder it looks tender and tender."

   "Wait, you said e-Mule?! The one with 50,000 silver coins?"

"should be!"

  Fifty thousand silver coins!

  The mercenaries who had been to Dawn City held their breath in unison, and envious expressions appeared on the faces of many of them.

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

  So much money is enough to arm a centurion!

   What is even more enviable—and even coveted is that the back of that truck carries a whole load of light and heavy weapons and ammunition, at least twice as valuable as this truck.

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

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

  How did these people get here safely!

   "I, I always feel that many people are watching us." Sesame Paste, sitting in the co-pilot seat, whispered while tightening the helmet that hid the cat ears.

   "Calm down, if you want to see it, let them watch it. This is a safe zone, we just go our own way."

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

  Although Rourou's sequence level is not high, and his combat power is hard to describe, his burly figure is quite intimidating.

  Facing a big pyrene bear in heavy armor, even the awakened ones have to go around.

   Coupled with the 10mm caliber "Maxim II" on the roof, and the tail that can't sit still and always looks around, it is more than enough to deter evildoers.

  Their journey was smooth.

   Occasionally encounter people who walk the same way, and basically others walk around them.

  The only threat they encountered was a group of jackals approaching them in the dark.

  At that time, only Tail and Rourou were online, and the situation was indeed a bit dangerous.

   Fortunately, the tail reacted quickly enough to frighten the approaching wolves while baring their teeth, climbed up to the roof of the car, held the machine gun and swiped.

  After dropping more than a dozen corpses, the wolves quickly withdrew.

   One thing to say, wolf meat is really unpalatable.

   No matter how you do it, there is a fishy smell.

  Later, they sold these prey to the purchase station in the garbage city, exchanged some supplies from the local hawkers, and then continued on the road.

   "Whoa! Is this Red River Town?"

   "It's completely different from Boulder City! No one is afraid of me."

  Since passing through the guard post, Tail and Rourou are looking left and right excitedly.

There are square mud houses on both sides of the street, and a row of peddlers selling goods are crowded under the sheds along the street, mercenaries with weapons on their backs shuttle in the narrow street, peddlers holding ropes spit all over the place and buy Home bargaining.

  The other end of the rope is sometimes a machine with a crawler chassis, sometimes a cow full of sacks, and sometimes a human—or a bionic human.

  Everything here is full of freshness for her.

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

   Instead, an almost real world is created!

  This is too nice!

  Listening to the meaty speech in the communication channel, the smile on Sisi's face was slightly subtle.

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

   Rourou immediately protested.

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

Sesame paste:"…?"

  Siss: "?"

  The only one who didn't hear anything wrong with this sentence was the tail. Standing on the roof of the car, she was still immersed in the joy of unlocking the new map.

   "Sh! Speaking of which, this place is called Honghe Town, why didn't we see the river along the way?!"

  Siss: "Maybe there was 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 tens of meters long!"

   "Bug, bug?! Where?!"

  The nervous sesame paste nervously held the left wheel under the seat, and looked out the window, but saw nothing.

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

  Sisi: "Oh! Awesome."

  Tail: "Damn! Sisi is so perfunctory!"

   "After all, I'm driving. The road here is too narrow...wait a moment." He calmed down the energetic tail with a coaxing tone, but Sisi's thoughts drifted to the official website.

   I heard that if you go all the way west, you go out of the border of the River Valley Province and enter the Luoxia Province, and then to the west is an endless sea of ​​sand.

   Sounds much more spectacular than this.

   "If you have a chance, go and have a look."

  The trading post in Horseshoe Town is not far from the main entrance.

Sisi parked the truck next to the unloading point, opened the door and jumped out, communicated with the staff next to the unloading point in non-standard human language, and soon a few porters came to help them unload the truck. The cargo was unloaded.

   The person responsible for the settlement of goods is a man in a leather jacket, with a brown scarf around his neck, and a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

  Sisi 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 walking to the side of the goods, the man consciously stubbed out the cigarette and stuffed it back into his pocket, apparently planning to continue smoking for a while.

"LD-47 rifles, 88mm mortars, 20mm light cavalry guns, and KV-1 exoskeletons and ammunition are all what we need. But before I give you an estimate, I need to know what you want? Slaves? Or mines? ? Spot? Or coupons?”

  VM will translate some keywords.

  Based on his own understanding and the strategies 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?"

  Sisi did not speak, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to him.

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

  Compared to going to the scene to pick and choose, bargaining with the locals who are full of dialects in half-baked Renlian, and finally being seen as a slap in the face by a layman or causing unnecessary misunderstandings, she thinks it will 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 platinum...we don't have it in stock, you may have to wait until tomorrow. Or I will pay you for the platinum part with coupons, and you can take the coupons to pick up the goods at the nearby mine also."

  Sisi frowned, and shook his head after thinking for a moment.

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

  The man looked at her twice in surprise.

   "Are you from the new alliance?"

  Sisi replied concisely.

"Yes."

   There was a bit of fear in his eyes, the man accepted the list without saying anything, and called his porters to start loading the goods.

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

   "Plans have changed, platinum stocks are gone, we have to stay here overnight."

   "Live here?" Tail asked with twinkling eyes.

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

  Tail turned on the VM and flipped through the map. It seems that he still doesn't know where his military base is.

  Sesame paste asked curiously.

   "What is that platinum for?"

  Sisi replied casually: "The order from the chemical plant should be a catalyst for acid production. It is probably intended to expand the production capacity of nitric acid."

  Tail: "Acid production?"

  Sisi: "For the production of smokeless gunpowder."

  Fatty looked at Sisi in surprise.

   "You still understand this?"

  Sisi's expression was a little subtle.

   "emmm... I didn't understand it at first."

   "I understand everything after playing 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, have all inventories 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, 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.

"Very good!"

  The new alliance is going to attack the Bonechewer Horde!

  If they successfully capture Xizhou City, the Snake Clan stationed in TS City will fall into a passive situation where they will be attacked from both sides.

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

   Of course, he saw much more than that.

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

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

  Looking away from the map, the man didn't explain anything to his subordinates, but gave a brief instruction.

   "Raise stocks of sulfur and copper, go down."

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

"my friend."

   "The opportunity to make a fortune is here!"

  (end of this chapter)