Chapter 464 These old players are more inappropriate than each other

  Although I have only been a "Military Training Instructor" for less than half a month, there are not 10,000 newbies who died at the hands of the battlefield atmosphere team, but also 1,800.

  The forum was full of wailing and howling, and his name as a rookie killer was solid.

   The only difference is that Ah Guang didn't send him an officially certified achievement.

  However, if you fight an eagle for a thousand days, you will inevitably be pecked by an eagle one day. No matter how stable the boat is, it is inevitable to sail in the gutter.

  On the second day when the warlord in the pangolin vest finally completed the myth of "Three Thousand Kills" and was touted as the God of War by the "Triumph News", an earthen shell fell from the sky and finally sanctioned him...

   After a deafening roar followed by a screeching busy tone, he quickly disconnected sloppily.

   And when he logged back into the game, it was already more than five hours later.

  The field guy who woke up from the "coma" stared, almost frightening the doctor who stitched up his wound.

  Seeing the mummified pangolin wrapped in bandages suddenly opened its eyes, several nurses standing beside the hospital bed were all stunned, and whispered to each other in surprise.

   "...God, this can wake up."

   "Mr. Leiter said that there are at least a dozen shrapnel in his body, and the bombs of those barbarians fell less than 20 meters away from him!"

   "Is this the awakened one?"

   "It can only be an awakened person... I heard that the physical fitness of an awakened person is far superior to that of ordinary people. If it is an ordinary person, he must die on the spot."

   "But awakening is not always a good thing. I heard that it is difficult for awakened people to have offspring."

  A quiet nurse suddenly blushed slightly.

   "That's not good..."

  A group of colleagues looked at her in surprise, and the latter probably also felt embarrassed, turned around and slipped out the door with a blushing face.

   After finishing the last stitch carefully, the doctor named Leiter threw the tools into the tray next to him, and looked at the pangolin lying on the hospital bed with a long breath.

"you're awake."

   Judging from his appearance, he is not from Willant, but he does not belong to Luoxia Province either. He probably comes from other areas of the Western Continent occupied by the Legion.

  The Battlefield guy glanced at the ceiling, then at the bandages on his body, and said slowly.

"here it is…"

   "The field hospital in the G53 defense area, the frontline medical soldiers can't deal with your injury, so Chief Coleway arranged for a vehicle to transfer you here."

   As he spoke, Dr. Leiter made a joke.

   "To be honest, the first time I saw you, I thought you must be hopeless. I didn't expect you to survive beyond my expectations."

  The field guy nodded his head in understanding, he didn't listen carefully to the second part of the doctor's words, relaxed his shoulders, and rested his head on the pillow.

  This place is about 20 kilometers away from the front line, which is considered a relatively rear position.

   However, although he left the front line, he was not in a hurry to go back.

  In the days to come, there will be no more cute newbies to give away heads.

  Tomorrow the Stormtroopers will bring people over to make a symbolic feint, and then this "fueling the fire" operation will be officially over.

   And next—

   It’s Brother Quanshui’s plan No. 3!

   Of the nearly 2,000 newcomers who joined the game recently, everyone died at least once, and the most even died three times!

   With the accumulation of these death experiences, it is enough for them to play the role that a soldier should play on the battlefield.

   "...I have taken out all the shrapnel that can be removed for you, and the wound has been sutured. Is there any discomfort?" Dr. Leiter asked.

  He still has a good impression of this soldier named pangolin. An awakened person who is not a Willante has achieved results on the battlefield that even the Willante people have looked at.

  Such a heroic story is like a cool article to him who was also born as a "servant race".

  The field guy closed his eyes and thought for a while.

   "Head may be a bit."

   "It is estimated to be a mild concussion. Take a good rest and strive for a speedy recovery."

   As he spoke, Leiter patted him on the shoulder and said with a grin.

   "Your story has been on the radio for the past two days, you can't fall down here."

  The battlefield guy smiled and nodded slightly.

   That must not fall down.

  His task is not yet complete.

  Watching the doctor leave, the Zhandi guy relaxed his muscles and lay flat on the bed, wondering whether he should go offline to rest, or stay on the line and count sheep in a daze.

   By the way, it is still late at night outside the game, and it seems quite boring to wake up.

  Speaking of which, it seems that there are game consoles in Ideal City, and you can even play virtual reality games in virtual reality games. Recently, the studio opened by Brother Mole has transplanted the eating chicken to it.

etc…

   Doesn't this mean that as long as you go to Ideal City, you can play continuously 24 hours a day without any health problems? !

   Thinking that Fang Chang had already lived such a "luxurious" life ahead of time, the Zhandi guy couldn't help but harden his fist.

  Damn it!

  Compared to the old silver coin in the spring water, that guy is actually the hidden European Emperor!

  Just as the Zhandi guy was thinking wildly, a beautiful woman with long dark brown hair and a proud figure walked in from outside the tent.

  In her hand was a tray with bowls and spoons, which should be food from the kitchen.

  The warfield guy turned his face to look at the door, and subconsciously blurted out.

"Who are you?"

  Hearing these words, the woman showed a flustered expression on her face, she quickly put the tray on the bedside table, and walked to the hospital bed. .

   "Have you lost your memory?"

   Amnesia?

  The warlord froze for a moment, and then smiled mischievously.

How can it be.

  He was indeed in a coma for a while just now, and his head was injured, but it was not serious enough to lose his memory.

  In fact, he was able to log in again two hours ago, but the bad breath offline delayed a little time.

   And the reason why she didn't recognize her immediately was purely because she simply forgot her name.

like…

   Is it Penny?

  She felt a little embarrassed by the "hot" gaze, but Penny didn't dodge it, instead she raised the corners of her lips proudly.

   "The doctor said you'd better eat something, so I went to the kitchen and made you some beetroot soup. Are you hungry? I can feed you."

  The battlefield guy was suddenly happy.

   Is there such a good thing? !

  Thinking that it is a 100% real virtual reality game, even if it is a determined "pangolin", his heart can't help but sprout for a while.

  The benefits of Dog Planning!

   If I missed this, wouldn’t I be sorry for Ah Guang’s kindness?

  However, the moment he raised his neck and looked at the bowl, the phrase "Okay" got stuck in his throat.

  I saw the black paste floating in the bowl, which was obviously layered with the liquid below, and some turquoise foam floated on the surface, probably chopped parsley.

   No matter which dimension of "color, fragrance" is used to evaluate it, it may be difficult to convincing people to say that this thing is food.

  But if it is placed in an organic chemistry laboratory, there will be no sense of disobedience.

  It seemed that she also realized that the presentation of this dish was not very good. Penny blushed unconsciously and tried to explain.

   "It seems that the cooking time is a bit long... But if you eat it, it will be fine."

   is more than just long.

   It's all carbonized, okay?

  The field guy gave a dry cough.

   "I...have a headache and no appetite, can you leave me alone for a while?"

  His chicken soup hasn’t been sent yet.

   It would be more embarrassing than being carried away by the newbies if they were just sent away like this!

   It seemed that she didn't understand the euphemism hidden in this sentence at all. Penny gave him a distressed look, sighed softly, and put the bowl in her hand on the bedside table.

   "Then you rest first..."

   "Also, remember to eat it while it's hot."

   After speaking, she left the room.

  Looking at the closed door curtain, the Zhandi guy just breathed a sigh of relief, but within two seconds, the tent's door curtain was lifted again.

   It was his chief, Kerway, who came in this time, and walked over with a concerned face.

   "Feeling better?"

"Better."

  Looking at the bandages all over the body of his subordinates, Kerway said with emotion.

   "It's hard to imagine that you will be hurt like this."

  The warfield guy made a helpless expression.

  Even if it’s the beggar’s version, it’s still a bazooka.

   In the face of sufficient equivalent, all skills and experience are bells and whistles.

  Kerway suddenly noticed the dinner plate on the bedside table and the bowl of dark soup.

"What's this?"

  The field guy coughed lightly.

   "Miss Penny made it for me in the kitchen... It is said to be beet soup? But I don't have much appetite, why don't you try it?"

"Penny made it for you? You can do it, she is very popular on the front line, and many boys regard her as the girl of their dreams," Kerway looked at him in surprise, then smiled and squeezed his eyebrows, and held out his hand Picking up the bowl of soup, "I'll try it for you."

  The Battlefield guy was just about to say that there is no need to force it, after all, he killed Kerway, and he was really helpless in the legion.

  However, Kerway's hands and brain moved together, after all, he was a step ahead of him, picked up the spoon on the dinner plate, scooped up a spoonful of the dark soup, and stuffed it into his mouth.

  The Battlefield guy stared at the guy dumbfounded.

   Just when he thought that this guy would spit it out, he saw that a layer of... tears suddenly appeared in Kerway's eyes?

   “…a taste of home.”

   Sniffing, he took another spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth, muttering with emotion.

   "Damn it, the cooks in Luoxia Province can't understand this delicacy at all... I haven't tasted it in almost five or six years!"

   As he spoke, he simply moved his mouth to the edge of the bowl, gobbled it up with a spoon, and didn't notice that the cinder-like soup was hanging on his beard.

  The Battlefield guy stared at him in disbelief, and couldn't help but ask.

   "But shouldn't beet soup be red?"

  Kerway who put down the bowl was stunned for a moment.

   "Red? Are the beets in Jinchuan province red?"

  The battlefield guy swallowed, and asked a guilty conscience.

   "Could it be that your place is black?"

  Kerway nodded with a subtle expression.

  “Although the layering and texture will be more uniform, and the taste of pepper will be more mellow, but the color is basically like this…”

   Battlefield guy: "..."

   Eating such disgusting food every day.

  He feels sorry for these big noses.

   He finished eating without paying attention, and Kerway stared at the empty bowl in his hand before recovering, and scratched the back of his head embarrassingly.

   "Uh, sorry, I finished eating the delicacies that Miss Penny made for you...I'll ask her to make you another bowl."

  The battlefield guy hurriedly said.

   "No need! Just give me two roast beef legs."

  If this guy knows that he has a good appetite, his undercover career will not be over.

  Kerway froze for a moment.

   "You are so injured, did you digest it after eating that kind of thing?"

  The Battlefield guy said without hesitation.

   "No problem! I only hurt my legs and arms, not my stomach. Supplementing more protein will help you recover faster... the doctor said."

  Kerway no longer persuaded, but nodded.

   "Okay, I'll arrange someone to bring it to you later."

  Looking at Kerway who turned around and left the tent, the warfield man heaved a sigh of relief, raised his bandaged arm, wiped his forehead, and muttered cursing.

   "Damn... I knew I wouldn't wake up."

  …

   That evening.

   "Wasteland OL" official website forum.

  Battlefield atmosphere group: "Is the beet in this game red???"

  Makabazi: "Yes? I saw it at Brown Farm."

  Going up the mountain to fight tigers: "+1, but I have seen purple varieties."

  Battlefield atmosphere group: "But why is the beet soup of the Legion black!"

  Fujito: "What kind of dark cuisine is this..."

  Yuya: "Scary. (灬

  Scrambled eggs with tomatoes: "Maybe it's a mutation."

  Fang Chang: "It is true that animals can mutate, but there is no reason why plants can't... By the way, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

  Battlefield atmosphere group: "Hey, I'm sorry to say...the beauty made me a bowl of beet soup, but the dark appearance surprised me, as long as it's not poisonous!"

  Ye Shi: "Good guy, let him pretend!"

  The boy on the construction site and Brick: "Damn it! Wait, I'll bring someone to show you a wave of rockets!"

  Battlefield atmosphere group: "Hahaha! Go ahead, do whatever you want, I'm no longer on the front line! (Satisfied

  Commander Quanshui: "Okay, don't just enjoy it, plan No. 3 is about to start, you'd better plan to run away, don't let the newbies blow up the gold coins. (Squint eyes

  Old Bai: "That's right, go home and take a look when you have time, I haven't been back for a long time. (Show teeth

  Ye Shi: "Brother, haven't you archived in almost two months? (Funny

  I am the darkest: "Damn it, I want to add some bounties to pangolins."

  Big Eyes in Debt: "Hahahaha, +1, mainly because I haven't seen a full level. (shy

  Battlefield atmosphere group: "Damn it! You guys should be alone!"

  WC really has mosquitoes: bad smile

  …

  Shuguang City North Airport.

  H-1 "Dragonfly" transport planes painted in desert colors are parked next to the runway, and porters wearing exoskeletons are pushing forklifts to move boxes of packed materials into the cabin.

  Although the company's killer whale transport aircraft has the advantages of "fast flight speed" and "arbitrary terrain deployment", its transportation capacity resources are limited after all.

The transportation route from the east coast to the alliance is equally important, and the enterprise can't separate more "killer whale" transport planes into this war for the time being, so this transportation flight from Dawn City to the front line can only be carried out by the alliance. while solving.

  The voyage of thousands of kilometers has exceeded the cruising radius of the H-1 transport aircraft, so No. 81 Steel Plant had to replace some of the batteries of the H-1 transport aircraft with explosive metal hydrogen.

   At the same time, Chu Guang energized the Lion Kingdom, asking them to cooperate with the alliance's construction team to expand the airport in the north of the Lion City and use it as a logistics transfer point.

   In this way, the air corridor from Dawn City to the front line can be regarded as opened.

  The day of the decisive battle is approaching.

  Every department and everyone in the alliance is like a clockwork gear, busy for the upcoming decisive battle...

   "Be good, be obedient, I'll be back in a few days."

   "Eep!"

   "I'll bring you candy when I get back, okay?"

   "Eep!"

   "...boil!"

   "Blanch!"

   "Cough—don't learn from that."

  Next to the hangar.

  Luo Yu couldn't help but look at Xiao Yu who was holding on to her, trying to explain to it that she was only away for a few days and would be back soon.

However-

  Xiaoyu still showed a reluctant expression, several tentacles firmly grasped his arm, unwilling to let him go.

   Luo Yu couldn't help feeling a headache.

   This guy can clearly understand him!

  Seeing the commotion here, Mosquito walked over holding the back of his head, and laughed and joked.

   "It's sticking together again, why don't you take it to the front line."

   Luo Yu rolled his eyes.

   "Get out! I fly the plane, take it to make wool?"

   Mosquito said with a smile.

   "Let's drive together... But then again, we don't seem to have a two-seater jet yet. I'm thinking about getting one some other day."

  Luo Yu couldn't help reminding her.

   "It's two hundred kilograms."

   Mosquito froze for a moment.

   "Damn it... I'm afraid it's a little difficult to sit on, and you need to bring two less aerial bombs."

  Xiaoyu: "Zhuo!"

  Luo Yu covered her face with a headache.

   After a lot of effort, Xiaoyu was finally calmed down. Although it was somewhat inexplicable that it suddenly behaved so well, he couldn't care less about thinking deeply at the moment.

  Plan No. 3 is about to start, and the alliance will soon launch a full-scale offensive against the Legion occupying the No. 3 oasis and the Falcon Kingdom coalition forces, giving them the final blow.

   However, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even with serious supply problems, the Legion still has a "Saber" fighter that can pose a deadly threat to the alliance air force.

  In order to cover the five "Cloudfly" orthopters equipped with the Skeleton Corps, he needs to drive a modified "Lingyun" fighter to the front line.

   Even if it cannot be shot down.

   Also have to do everything possible to delay it and buy time for the ground troops!

  Following Mosquito towards the hangar, Luo Yu noticed that the airport staff were transporting ridiculously large boxes into the cabin, and asked curiously.

   "What are those planes pulling?"

   Mosquito smiled proudly.

   "'Fat Man' rocket! The latest product of Goblin Technology, the scientific name is gas tank bomb!"

  Luo Yu was stunned, staring straight at the warehouse not far away.

   "I boiled it?! There's...all of it?"

   Mosquito nodded proudly.

"must!"

  Luo Yu couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry.

   "Doesn't the Army have 155? Why do you produce so many of that thing?"

   Mosquito coughed and explained.

"Although we are equipped with a large number of 155mm artillery, our allies have not yet used such advanced weapons. Dear Master Manager, if these natives are still fighting with medieval front-mounted smoothbore guns, let me research a cheap and good one. sell them the weapons they use."

  Luo Yu couldn't help complaining.

   "And you're going to fool them with this?"

   "How can you say it's a fool!" Mosquito glared at him dissatisfied, and said with reason, "This is what they themselves asked to order!"

  Luo Yu's face was full of disbelief.

   This kind of thing that is useless except for its power and has no technological content, ghosts will take money to buy it!

   Just set up a small workshop to produce it, can't you make it yourself!

   Seeing the disbelief on his face, Mosquito smiled and continued proudly.

"A while ago, the Storm Corps and the Death Corps were testing Mengxin with pangolins on the front line. The soldier from the Lion Kingdom who was following the car was Prince Winter's personal guard. He happened to see the power of the gas tank bomb and couldn't move his eyes. Already!"

   Luo Yu was stunned.

   "It can still be like this..."

"That must be. Is there any place more suitable for promoting weapons than the battlefield?" Mosquito continued plausibly, "Especially this thing is easy to set up and easy to operate. It can be deployed by one person riding a donkey and pulling a cart." After learning about the power of the alliance's weapons, Prince Winter came to our station overnight, found our commander and placed an order for 5,000 pieces on the spot."

  Luo Yu: "...How much is one piece?"

   Mosquito waved his hand.

   "It's not expensive, only eight thousand silver coins."

  Luo Yu: "Pfft!"

   Good guy!

  Eight thousand!

  A miner's exoskeleton is only two thousand, and another two thousand silver coins can buy a five-style "light cavalry"!

  This bamboo stick is too hard!

  Seeing the expression on Luo Yu's face, Mosquito immediately realized that he was putting on too much, and was worried that he would speak indiscriminately on the forum, so he quickly explained something later.

"Cough...don't think I make a lot of money. The price of the transaction is actually negotiated by the manager. The arms sales are made by the alliance. We just took a production order and earned some pocket money. The profit is not what you think That's an exaggeration."

   Luo Yu rolled his eyes and said.

   "I really believe you!"

   Believe it or not, Mosquito coughed and continued.

   "...In short, the technical content of this thing is not as low as you think, and the cost is still a little bit."

"Thanks to the evaluations written by Comrade Pangolin and those newcomers, our engineers have slightly improved this thing, adding some thickeners, high-energy fuels and azide compounds to the formula, and the power has increased by about 100% About thirty, and it has a continuous burning effect, especially for targets hiding in the bunker, it is very easy to use!"

"hey-hey."

   While talking, Mosquito also felt a little embarrassed and smiled shyly.

  Luo Yu stared at him dumbfounded, and didn't say a word for a long time.

   Good guy.

   These old players are more inappropriate than each other!

  He originally thought that the old man in the field was just a military training instructor. Although it was a bit hard, it was not that difficult. He didn't expect that he was just standing on the first floor.

  Before he knew about it, all kinds of weapons experiments, arms promotion and other operations were arranged for him.

  Luo Yu suddenly felt sorry for the old man in the field.

   This guy can live to this day wearing a pangolin vest.

   It's really not easy...

  (end of this chapter)