This Game Is Too Realistic

Chapter 168.1: Hehehe

Speaking with a gun in hand was much better than talking empty handed.

The situation was exactly so.

It didn’t take the leader of those refugees long to make a decision, and they had no doubts that those people who arrived could destroy them easily.

Even if the refugees behind him were not willing to move, he still tried to persuade them to lay down their arms for the time being.

"We have no choice, they won’t let us go forward, and we can’t go back."

A ragged wastelander couldn’t help shouting, "What if we hand over our weapons, and then they open fire?"

"Does it make any difference if we don’t hand over our weapons?" Li looked at the man and sighed, "They can still kill us easily."

The wastelander couldn’t refute.

There were more than 180 people in their group. More than half of them were old and weak, and there were less than 70 young and middle-aged men who could form a fighting force... That was even counting children over the age of eight and under the age of fourteen.

Even if they counted all the firearms they had, they had less than 20. The rest of their weapons were some bows and spears. Their equipment was only enough to deal with some weak marauders. They could only hide far away if they encountered a stronger force.

It was not the first time they were driven away by other survivor strongholds. After all, only few would welcome refugees in winter.

At least, those men didn’t fire directly when they had the power to absolutely destroy them.

It was already the greatest kindness they could show...

After the refugees put down their weapons, Chu Guang asked Wrench to send two people in to collect their weapons, while keeping the promise to set up a cauldron on the open space at the east gate.

Chu Guang naturally wouldn’t give them the same good food that he gave to his players, but he couldn’t watch those refugees starve and freeze in the cold wind.

He issued a mission through VM, and asked Tomato Eggs to go to the warehouse to collect 50 kilograms of green wheat, and to make a pot of porridge for them.

At the same time, he let Li, along with young and middle-aged laborers who could still work, set up a camp in the open space 50 meters away from the east entrance.

The terrain there was undulating. Dead trees embedded in the snow could be seen everywhere, and there were concrete scraps and a small amount of building debris that could be used.

Building a shack was an essential skill for every wastelander, and those folks were no exception. After handing them some shovels, carts, and some other tools, the job went fairly smoothly.

At the same time, the cauldron at the east entrance was also propped up, and as the water in the cauldron boiled, Tomato Eggs poured all the green wheat into it.

Wheat with an oxalic sour taste was not very appetizing, and it took quite a while to get rid of the astringent taste.

Of course, that only applied to the players.

For those hungry people who were starving, even a little cloudy soup would be a supreme delicacy.

The white steam floating on the pot made all the refugees swallow their saliva, and the speed of building the camp was even faster.

Standing behind Chu Guang, several players whispered, "These people look quite pitiful."

"Yeah, even the children are helping."

"I didn’t expect people to come when this survivor’s stronghold was just built."

"This result is too quick!"

Chu Guang was also puzzled after hearing the players. Although it was him who asked people to create smoke, he didn’t expect that refugees would arrive the next day. ?

Why didn’t anyone come when the Pioneer was still around? There had been more smoke in the camp than now. After all, his players woke up early in the morning to cook for themselves…

Why did they come now?!

If these refugees had come two days earlier, they would have been able to eat much better food than what they were eating at the moment. Those people on the Pioneer were not short of food and clothing, and they were even more sympathetic than him. Chu Guang even dared to bet that as long as he expressed that he could accept those refugees, he believed that those from the Pioneer would certainly give him a generous amount of supplies.

Well… Chu Guang could only try his best in the current situation.

While these refugees were building camps, Chu Guang asked Luca to make a count of their population.

There were a total of 187 refugees, among them were 61 young men over 14 years old. The rest were the old, weak, women, and children. There were even 5 babies under the age of one and 4 pregnant women.

Chu Guang reckoned that when their group was at its largest, there should have been around three or four hundred people, half of which had probably been lost along the way. But even so, their condition was still much better than the nomads who settled near the outpost.

If Chu Guang remembered correctly, when Iron Axe Wu brought his clan all the way from the north of the River Valley Province to the outpost, the strong young males in his clan had almost died out along the way, and he even thought about getting his seed.

The guards confiscated their guns, but they were allowed to keep their knives, axes, and bows.

According to Wrench’s statistics, they handed over a total of 23 iron-barreled rifles of different calibers, including 5 old-fashioned smoothbore guns, which really surprised Chu Guang.

They actually survived this long with shabby equipment.

It is really surprising.

"Sir, I was in their camp just now and found that someone has contracted typhoid fever." Luca, who had returned from the refugee camp, reported to Chu Guang.

Chu Guang frowned. "Is it serious?"

"I’m not sure, most of them are in poor health, maybe they’re hungry, maybe they’re really sick… I can’t tell the difference." Luca added cautiously, "I’m worried that they’ll bring the plague. We don’t have a doctor, and there are not enough medicines to deal with this situation."

After thinking for a moment, Chu Guang nodded. "I see, I’ll figure out a way to deal with this."

To be honest, Chu Guang didn’t really have a good solution.

Hygiene issues were not a problem for players at all, at least, they wouldn’t be too serious.

Even players who did not have a constitution sequence could basically have 6 or 7 points of constitution as long as they reached LV7 or above, and that was already about 120% to 140% of the normal adult’s immune system.

As for Chu Guang… His constitution had reached a monstrous 14 points, and his immunity system was nearly three times that of a normal person. Not to mention that ordinary diseases were useless to him, even a certain dose of poison and relatively light radiation would have no effect.

Seeing that the administrator understood what he said, Luca paused and continued, "In addition, our food..."

"Don’t worry, just tell me what you have in mind."

"If we helped them based on the minimum standard, more than 180 people would consume nearly 50 kilograms of food every day, and the monthly expenditure would be around 1,500 kilograms. And this is just an optimistic estimate. Although we got some food from the Pioneer, I am afraid this winter will last until the end of February next year, or even the beginning of March... Our own food reserve is very worrying."

There were now five hundred players in the outpost. The daily food consumption has reached an astonishing half a ton! Sometimes, Luca really felt that those people were good for nothing but eating. They didn’t have the spirit of rationing food! They acted like they wished they could eat twice or even three times the amount of what they ate normally.

At present, the total grain reserves of the outpost base were just over 30 tons; one-third of it were corn, rice, and potatoes bought from the Pioneer, and another one-third of it were raw meat, jerky, and fish caught from hunting.

The rest were loot from the Bloodhand Clan, the Old Leech, and part of the tribute offered by Brown Farm.

Based on the conservative estimate, if the current consumption continued, they would only have enough to last until the end of the year.

"Food is indeed a problem," Chu Guang pondered for a moment, "I will find a way to solve this."

Just a month ago, the outpost’s food was not enough for dozens of people to eat for even half a month.

At worst, he could just borrow some from his neighbor.

...

After the porridge was distributed, the noise in the refugee camps gradually subsided.

Many people had been running the whole time, and they had long been unable to bear the fatigue. Now that their stomachs had been filled with warm food, they all curled up in sleeping bags under the shacks and fell asleep.

Although they were asleep, Wrench did not dare to relax his vigilance. He arranged some people to stand on the wall to guard and keep an eye on the situation in the refugee camp.

Chu Guang was not too worried.

He wasn’t even scared of the Bloodhand Clan, let alone some refugees!

In the house near the east gate of Longevity Town, he met Li.

That person should be the representative, or leader, elected by the group of refugees.

"Thank you for your generosity!" After entering the house, Li knelt on one knee and bowed his head. "If it weren’t for you, many of us would not be able to survive tonight."

"We don’t practice kneeling here, get up." Looking at the man standing up, Chu Guang continued, "We can provide you with shelter, but you must abide by our rules and customs. At the same time, you must know that our help is not free."

Li nodded.

That was a reasonable request.

After all, no one would welcome unruly guests.

Moreover, they had also owned homes before becoming refugees, and they knew exactly how unwelcome refugees were.

"What do you need?"

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