Chapter 460 Training methods in line with the characteristics of the alliance

   At the same time as the "Pangolin" was slaughtering, hundreds of offline accounts appeared on the official website of "Wasteland OL".

   And most of them are newcomers who have just obtained the qualification for beta testing.

  Outlaw lunatic: "Fuck! Boss! It's so exciting!"

  I am responsible for dying first: "Hahaha! I'm still coming!"

   Hungry at the end of the day: "It's normal, it's gone with a whoosh, it doesn't feel as good as..."

  Although the feeling of dying is not pleasant, dying for the first time is still very fresh for most newbies.

  The main reason is that everyone has never experienced it in reality.

   As a result, many posts expressing death testimonials suddenly popped up on the forum, and the content was also full of curiosity.

  Of course, not everyone feels the excitement after experiencing it once, because that moment is too short.

  Short enough to open and close the eyes, the person is already in the helmet.

   Sleepy after waking up: "Tsk, it's not addictive, I don't feel anything at all, and it's over as soon as the eyes are dark, can you open the real pain?"

  Quit smoking: "Damn it! You are more perverted than a mosquito!"

  WC really has mosquitoes: "???"

  Ye Shi: "This buddy was shot in the head. If he hit his stomach, he would have to twitch on the ground for a while. (Funny

   Extrajudicial lunatic: "@股份大眼. Brother! When is the next time you will give away the head? (excited

  Big Eyes of Debt: "Take your time, don't worry, there will be more chances of dying in the future, and the next wave will be the Stormtroopers. (Proud

  Spring Water Commander: "We won't send you that way. (Squint eyes

  Battlefield atmosphere group: "Exactly! Why don't you act it anyway, I don't even have a chance to waste ammunition! Poor review!"

   Edge paddling: "Next time I will change to a more reliable leader. (Embarrassing

Big Eyes of Debt: "Ahem... In short, those newcomers, listen carefully, war is cruel! When you really go to the battlefield, you will not be able to survive for two seconds when you encounter such cruel and merciless **** as the warlords! Understand! Yet?"

  Outlaw lunatic: "Understood! Brother!"

  I am responsible for dying first: "Brother! Why can't this game survive!"

  Woke up and felt sleepy: "Damn it! What the **** is the countdown to resurrection?"

  Big Eyes in Debt: "Uh, I forgot to tell you guys that you have to wait three days to die in this game... Wait, don't you know?!"

  Outlaw lunatic: "Damn!"

   Sleepy after waking up: "I don't make it!"

  Fang Chang: "For a while, I couldn't tell whether it was a real cute new or a fake cute new. (Slanting eyes

  I am responsible for dying first: "This death penalty is too heavy! T.T"

  Fang Chang: "Calm down, as long as you don't die, it's not so easy to die in normal gameplay... By the way, who is holding the highest record?"

  The mole on the run in the canyon: "Crow, that guy died the first time, and he never died the next time."

  Crow: "Hey. (^_)☆"

  Fujito: "I didn't die once. (

  Ye Shi: "!!"

   Tomato scrambled eggs: "666"

  Recently, the release of beta qualifications has suddenly accelerated. Originally, 20 to 30 beta qualifications were released a day, but last week it suddenly increased to 100 or 200 a day.

  A large number of bewildered newcomers flooded into the game, and a lot of hands-on people suddenly appeared on the forum, and various questions that had been asked countless times before popped up again.

  Part of it is of course pretending, and part of it is really not understanding.

   is actually normal.

  Don’t look at some cloud players who analyze well and soundly, they are all bragging on paper, and they are no different from rookies when they really enter the game.

  The entry of a large number of new players will inject fresh blood into the server, but at the same time it will also bring certain challenges to the original server order.

Most of the old players watched the alliance build up from scratch. During the long-term game process, they have established deep bonds with many game characters, and they have strong emotional resonance with many people and things in this world. .

   They believe they are doing the right thing.

   And in this process, their self-worth will be realized.

  More than that, the rewards given to them by the game mechanism are not only the momentary pleasure of self-realization, but also include emotional or material rewards attached to it.

  But it would be too far-fetched to expect a newcomer who has just entered the game to have a strong sense of belonging to the game just because he has followed the posts and small movies for a long time on the forum.

  Most of the newcomers enter the game for the first time, and at most they only have the shock of "virtual reality" in their hearts, and a little awe of the strict rules.

  If it is another game, the operator may not necessarily care, and even hopes that the player will let go a little bit, do whatever they want in the virtual world, and then spend krypton gold in order to obtain more intense sensory stimulation.

   But "Wasteland OL" is not a game in the true sense after all, of course Chu Guang can't just leave them alone and let these energetic newcomers mess around all day long.

  Farming a field is much more difficult than wasting it.

  In order for the newcomers to actively participate in the game, they must first be injected with a little "positive energy"!

  In other words, let them have a sense of identity and belonging to this "different world"!

   Just relying on the task of passing on the torch can no longer absorb such a large number of newcomers, and there are not so many old players who spend every day in the novice village.

  After much deliberation, Chu Guang simply launched a "conscription campaign" and threw these newcomers directly into the corps for military training.

  During the event period, newcomers can choose whether to enlist in the army.

  If you choose "Yes", you will automatically get the "Soldier" occupation with level restrictions, and you will have three chances to fill in your volunteers. You can join the first, second or player corps of the alliance as a reserve.

  Reserve status does not occupy the upper limit of the number of corps.

  For the newcomers who participate in the event, in addition to the rewards of the exclusive gift pack of the event, the "player system" that needs to be unlocked at the citizen level will be unlocked in advance during the event period—that is, VM.

   During the event period, if you reach the citizen level, you can keep it for free.

  With such generous conditions, I believe that as long as players are not obsessed with professional life, they will choose a corps to join.

   Just like that, with Chu Guang’s series of operations, the style of painting on the forum finally became normal, from the mindless questions of newcomers to the recruiting of new recruits by major corps.

  【Burning Corps! Take you to experience the feeling of flying! 】

  【Death Corps is recruiting! It doesn't matter whether you are strong or not, come brothers who are not afraid of death! Strength and physique are priority! 】

  【Storm Corps Recruiting! No matter what department you are in, listen to the conductor's private message and leave a message! The regiment commander pulls you into the group! 】

  【Skeleton Corps is recruiting! I will drive! Tanks are the priority! 】

  【The Goblin Corps is recruiting! We are professional in shooting guns and flying planes! It doesn't matter, the Corps Commander will teach you! (bad smile)]

  【The Jungle Corps is recruiting! Strength system! Only accept the strength system! 】

  【…】

  【Silver Corps... just live! T.T】

  Looking at these recruiting posts, Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction.

   "Not bad! They are all very energetic!"

  Most of the newcomers are concentrated on the top corps with a high appearance rate in the official expansion, especially the death corps and storm corps.

  Actually, there are not a few people who sign up for the Burning Corps and the Skeleton Corps, but one is following the "special warfare route" and the screening threshold is relatively high. One is to take the "armor route", which requires at least a driver's license and can tolerate the boredom of driving for a long time.

  The vast majority of players are more suitable for conventional gameplay.

   As for how to train after joining the Corps?

   Then it's not his manager's concern.

  My own people manage it by themselves!

  …

  On the Gobi Desert, between No. 3 oasis and No. 9 oasis.

  The coalition forces of the Alliance, the Falcon, and the Honey Badger Kingdom camped at the foot of a sand dune, built a front-line position, and prepared for the next stage of the battle.

  The construction team of the enterprise even built the airport on the front line.

  A large number of supplies were sent from the rear by trucks and transport planes.

   Not only that, a large number of newcomers who just entered the game also came to the frontline camp along with the transport plane. Because the pick-up partner hadn't come yet, he was standing on the edge of the airport looking around excitedly.

"desert!"

   "Damn it! It's a blast!"

  A Mengxin got carried away with excitement, regardless of the time, place and occasion, lay down on the ground and licked a mouthful of sand, smacked his mouth, and spit it out again.

   "Bah! Damn it's still salty!"

   Several newcomers on the same shift next to him laughed when they saw his embarrassing appearance.

"Hahaha!"

   "I just saw a camel passing by here, you go ask it?"

   "%￥#@!"

   Several patrolling kingdom soldiers looked at the residents of the refuge who were behaving strangely, with strange expressions on their faces.

   A soldier whispered.

   "Are these guys really okay?"

   "It doesn't feel…normal."

  The captain standing beside him coughed.

   "Leave them alone and do your job."

  The alliance is now their suzerain country. I heard that they welcomed the administrator of the alliance that day, and their majesty even let the administrator live in his own palace.

  Although the royal family has always denied it, insisting that they have prepared a separate palace for the managers, who knows this kind of thing?

  Even if it is true, it is impossible for those big shots to admit it.

  The managers of the alliance are already above the king. Even if the law does not grant the residents of the alliance super-national status, they already have a status higher than ordinary people in fact.

  In short, no matter what those people do, they are not small people like them who can make irresponsible remarks.

  Probably realized that his family was making a fool of himself, and soon a shelter resident wearing a VM came over and took those embarrassing guys away.

  Looking at the mud-mouthed rookie, Kakarot said sadly.

   "Damn it! How many times have I told you in the group, behave normally after getting off the plane! You represent the alliance! It's the collective! You don't feel ashamed, I feel ashamed too!"

  Burn into the ground to be safe and said with an aggrieved face.

   "Oh until now."

   "And you!" Kakarot then glared at the guys who were still laughing, "Still laughing! I don't know how to give him a hand!"

   Several newcomers scratched the back of their heads embarrassingly.

  Holding the chessboard in his hand: "Ah... I want to pull it, but his agility is too fast, I can't pull it."

   Ah Nie: "Okay brother! I will definitely do it next time! Hehe, can you perform a one-handed vitality bomb?"

  Kakarot: "..."

  This year's newcomers are so hard to bring along!

   At the same time, the frontline headquarters.

  Commander Quanshui was staring at the strategic map, grinning happily for a while, and frowning wistfully for a while.

  Recently, the official launch of a new event, suddenly over-issued beta qualifications, stuffing a bunch of newcomers to the front line.

   As a powerful corps in T1, the Storm Corps has naturally become the first choice for countless newcomers, and its scale has also increased accordingly, from a regiment to half a brigade, and is advancing towards the size of a brigade by leaps and bounds.

  While Commander Quanshui was happy, he couldn't help feeling a little headache for a while.

  It is of course a good thing to have more people. Which commander would think that he has too many people under his command?

  Following this trend, he will be able to become a teacher in just a few versions.

However…

  The official seems to have completely thrown the task of bringing new ideas to them, the corps leaders, and arranged several KPI assessment indicators for them.

   The rewards each corps can obtain in the event will be linked to the two indicators of newcomers' "retention" and "new contribution points".

  Don’t worry about retention, the only “completely real” virtual reality game on the market, even if it’s for getting up early the next day, no one will quit playing.

   But adding new contribution points is more confusing.

   This is the front line, unless you join the NPC corps, you have no chance to earn contribution points.

  Unless you get a high score in the campaign.

  According to the reward rules of "Wasteland OL", in the battle settlement stage, personal scores will be calculated based on the team's total score and personal combat performance, and settled into contribution points and silver coin rewards. If the individual performance is too hip, or not participating at all, the reward may even be compressed to 1%.

   It is impossible to mix up points.

  The only idea now is to let the newcomers grow up quickly.

  Just when Commander Quanshui was thinking with a sad face, I walked in from outside the tent holding the back of my head the darkest.

"Another batch of fresh and delicious Xiaomeng has arrived. Kakarot has sent them to the training camp to teach them how to shoot. Let me tell you... Uh, what's your situation, why are you so sad? ?”

  Commander Spring sighed.

   "There are too many people, I will consider raising the threshold in a few days."

  I was the darkest.

   "Isn't it good to have too many people?"

  A few months ago, this guy thought there were too few people.

  Quan Shui rolled his eyes.

   "You know a hammer. If you haven't practiced it, it will be a burden on the battlefield. If you have a ghost, you might as well drive a screw in the back!"

  I curled my lips most blackly and dismissively.

   "Tch, I haven't trained for a day, it's not the same!"

  Quan Shui shook his head and said.

"It's not the same. When the server first started, the entire alliance couldn't gather a few guns, but there were so many predators and alien species. The fighting intensity was much higher than now. From morning to night, I wish I could die twice a week. What's that? No, it’s okay to die a few times.”

"That's right, you can die a few times and you'll be fine," I patted his shoulder with the darkest smirk, "I think it's better to give those cute newbies a bargain and let them go to the front line before training them." Send a human head. It is impossible to understand this game without dying once."

  Commander Quanshui rolled his eyes, and was about to complain about his thoughtless idea, but when he thought about it, he was slightly taken aback.

yes.

  What instructor can be more fierce than the enemy?

  Just now he kept thinking that he couldn't throw the inexperienced rookie to death, but then he thought about it, what training can leave a deeper memory than the memory of death?

   This is a game after all, not reality.

   Even if the player is killed, he will not really die.

   Realizing that he had fallen into the misunderstanding of inertial thinking, Quan Shui thought for a long time, and nodded thoughtfully after a while.

   "Hmm...Maybe, this is really a solution."

  Excitement ignited in his eyes, after all, he looked at me standing at the door the darkest.

   "Just do it like this! In a while, you will bring a hundred or eighty new buddies, randomly distribute some weapons like that, and send wave express to our field brothers!"

  I was the darkest and was stunned.

   "Fuck! Why me?"

  Quan Shui rolled his eyes.

   "You came up with an idea, who would you go to if you don't?"

  I am the darkest who can't tell whether to laugh or cry.

   "The newcomer was brought by Kakarot, you let him go!"

  Quan Shui shook his head.

   "He has to be responsible for receiving newcomers, why don't you change with him?"

  As soon as I heard that I was going to bring a newcomer, I, the darkest, immediately shook my head like a rattle.

  He doesn't reject bringing in newcomers, who doesn't like a job that pretends to be aggressive and pays for it? But the problem is that there are too many newcomers, and this is obviously not the same as the "Passing the Torch" mission.

   But when he thought of waiting three days to die, his face suddenly collapsed into a bitter melon.

   "But I don't want to die either..."

  Commander Spring coughed.

   "You are asked to rush with Mengxin, not to rush with Mengxin... After they die, you can withdraw by yourself."

  I was the darkest.

   "Fuck! Can it still be like this?"

   "Otherwise what do you want?"

  Commander Spring Water pushed him on the shoulder encouragingly, and drove the guy out of the tent.

   "Hurry up, don't be silly! There are still more than two hundred kilometers from here to the front line. Come back and send another batch for me."

   Just like that, eight "electric mule" trucks drove into the training ground.

  Carrying a few bundles of rifles in my hand, I was the darkest when I was mentally prepared. I jumped out of the carriage with a hey, and walked in front of the freshmen who were undergoing training.

  The rifles and bullets on the car are stock in the arsenal of the Lion Kingdom.

  The oldest rifles were even purchased thirty years ago. Although there is no problem with shooting, the quality is not good.

   There are also those ammunition, two rounds can fire and one shot burns high incense, and the soldiers of the Lion Kingdom don't even use it themselves.

   But these are not important.

  According to the suggestion of the NPC, the logistics officer of the Storm Corps, since you are still attacking tentatively, it is better to use the inventory of friendly troops first.

  Once these bottom-of-the-box stocks are disposed of, they just happen to import new ones from the Alliance.

   On the side of the friendly army, when they heard that someone was willing to consume the garbage stuffed by nobles and lords for themselves, they generously threw the key to me without saying a word, and asked him to use it casually.

   Just like that, the equipment of the group performers was assembled without any effort.

   Kakarot glanced at the thick armor on my darkest body, then at the eight trucks behind him, and asked in a daze.

   "What are you doing?"

   "What are you doing? You forgot? It's time for us to give away the head today!"

  I whispered in a low voice, and then looked at the curious newbies, cleared my throat, and said in a serious tone.

   "Brothers! An order from the Master Manager! We are going to the front line to attack the Legion's G35 area No. 7 position! Do you have the courage to go with me!"

  A strength player in the front immediately asked.

   "Brother, do you want to shoot?"

   This is the most concerned issue for newcomers.

   Before reaching the citizen level in this game, unless an old player brings it, basically there is no chance to own a rifle of his own.

   I waved my darkest hand.

   "Fire! Not only fire the gun, but also fire bullets at the front line!"

  As soon as they heard that the gun was fired and the bullets were returned, all the newcomers were instantly excited, and rushed to sign up one after another, rushing to the truck.

   "Me me me!"

   "Big brother, look at me!"

   "Give me one too!"

  Seeing the turbulent crowd, and there are many strength animals crowded in the front row, I panicked at the darkest, and quickly threw away the gun and said.

   "You grab it yourself! Get in the car if you grab it, don't panic if you don't grab it, there is another chance!"

  One hundred and twenty rifles were looted in an instant.

   Mengxin who got the weapon was as excited as a monkey who grabbed a banana, and jumped onto the truck numbly. It's a pity that the troop transport card and the supply card are separated, and there are no bullets on the truck, otherwise these restless guys might have to shoot two shots into the sky for fun.

  Finally, these newbies were settled, and I, the darkest, followed the leading truck.

  Seeing the big guy coming up empty-handed, the dozen or so people in the truck suddenly asked curiously.

   "Boss, where's your gun?"

   "That's right, why don't you take one?"

  I am the darkest and I am embarrassed to smile.

  Of course he wouldn't say "I won't be up for a while", so he patted his pocket, revealing the handle of the silver revolver.

   "I have some here. You can use rifles. I can use pistols."

  When everyone heard this, they immediately looked at him in admiration.

   Awesome!

  Go to the front line with only a pistol.

   This must be a T0 powerhouse, right?

  …

   Just like that, eight trucks carrying a whole company of Mengxin set off towards the Legion's G35-7 position.

   Mengxin, who didn’t get in the car, stood disappointed in the training camp, sighing as he watched the billowing dust thrown up by the truck’s rear wheels.

   Watching the truck go away.

   Kakarot, who took a long time to recover, couldn't help but smacked his tongue.

   "Good guy... this dog spring water is not a human being."

  Newbies don't understand what a manager is like, but he does.

   The manager will not send the untrained Mengxin to the front line as cannon fodder, don't even think about it, it must be the bad idea of ​​that dog Quanshui!

  Just as he was about to call the newbies who hadn’t gotten into the car to go back to continue training, Kakarot suddenly discovered that two of the newbies he had just brought back were missing.

   By the way, I haven't taught them how to shoot yet.

   Wouldn't it be impossible to get on the bus too?

   Kakarot looked around.

   "What about... buried and Ah Nie?"

  A cute newcomer came out and gave a military salute neatly.

   "Report sir! They're in the car!"

  Caught off guard by this angry report, Kakarot took a second look at this cute newbie, and then asked curiously.

   "Then tell me, why didn't you go up?"

  The Mengxin holding the chessboard smiled shyly.

   "I perceive..."

   Kakarot was startled, staring at this guy for a while.

  This perception...

  There is something!

  …

"... At noon yesterday, the enemy brazenly launched an attack on our position. The centurion pangolin of our army ignored the enemy's hail of bullets and went to the front line to fight with a machine gun in hand. A total of 127 enemies were wiped out! 125 light weapons and some ammunition were seized. The whole team only had one ten The husband died unfortunately!"

   "Well written."

   Oasis No. 3, Defense Area G53-7.

  After listening to Beaufort recite the written report, the warband nodded in satisfaction.

   Just when he was about to praise this dog leg, a sentry suddenly ran in from outside the artillery hole in a panic, stood up straight and gave a military salute.

   "Report sir! Enemy troops have been found in the southeast direction! The scale is about a centurion!"

  Hearing these words, the War Ranger nearly fell off his reclining chair.

   Good guy.

Again? !

   Beaufort, holding the report paper in his hand, was also stunned.

   A centurion was wiped out by my side yesterday, and another one was sent here today.

   "The other side is planning to add fuel to tactics? Sigh... But I still don't understand, what is the point of their doing this?"

   Consumes ammo?

  But they didn't even dig a decent trench, and they didn't prepare any mortars. They directly charged at their machine gun position, and didn't even hide.

  What the **** is this trying to do?

   Beaufort was completely confused, and subconsciously looked at the captain sitting on the chair.

   "Don't look at me, I don't know."

  The field guy coughed dryly, got off the chair, reached out and grabbed the officer's cap on the table to put it on neatly, and then picked up the rifle that was leaning aside.

   "It doesn't matter what they want to do... they are the enemy of His Majesty the Marshal!"

   As he spoke, he pulled the bolt of the gun.

   "Go, we will meet them!"

  (end of this chapter)