This Game Is Too Realistic

Chapter 177.2: Battle Tactics

The players who had been waiting for a long time all took up their weapons and charged out.

Some were holding spears, some were holding axes, and some were holding sledgehammers that looked similar to the one Chu Guang had. In short, they charged out with all kinds of cold weapons.

The stronger Crunchers tended to run faster, and the ones that ran at the front had already been blown to smithereens. The rest were weak minions, and there was no need to waste bullets on them. They could be executed in melee combat.

Night Ten, who was standing by to watch the battle, couldn’t help but sigh, "I’m afraid that this fight will cost you a lot."

Mosquito said with a smile. "Actually, it doesn’t cost that much. After all, I made the bomb myself."

Night Ten didn’t believe his nonsense. He rolled his eyes and said, "What about the gunpowder? And that group of newbies? You have to pay for it, right?"

Due to the gradual increase in mission rewards, difficulty, and the particularity of the gameplay, players of Wasteland Online have formed a third set of rules for dividing spoils in addition to the original rules of equal division and Guild Loot Distribution System.

That was the employment system.

The median hourly earnings for a rookie player was 1 silver coin and some contribution points. As long as 2 silver coins were paid, one would have a mercenary who was not afraid of death.

Those mercenaries didn’t need any guns. Even if they had guns, they wouldn’t be able to afford the ammunition. Besides, when dealing with weak mutants such as Crunchers or Devil Moths, guns were not as useful as crowbars.

After all, killing a Cruncher would probably cost them 1 silver coin in terms of ammunition. But they could find random sticks or bars all over the wasteland.

Night Ten estimated that the price they offered to those newcomers should be around 3 or 4 copper coins per Cruncher killed.

After all, if it was too low, it might be more cost-effective to cut down trees.

"You don’t need very good gunpowder to deal with these Crunchers. Ordinary black powder is enough. As for this group of newbies, uh, this will cost a little bit, but not that much..." Mosquito’s expression was a little awkward, and he quickly changed the topic. " By the way, are you not going to raid your dungeon today?"

A smug smile appeared on Night Ten’s face when he heard what Mosquito said. "We just cleared the B3 floor, so we decided to relax and split up for a day."

Old White and Gale went to Elm District to level up with Quit Smoking. He didn’t know where Ample Time went and what he was doing, since perception type players didn’t know what to do alone, he wandered over to join in the fun.

"You filthy rich people," Mosquito smacked his mouth and said enviously, "When you cleared the last level, the total income you would’ve made would probably be tens of thousands of silver coins."

The Greenhouse Ruins was currently recognized as the most lucrative dungeon. Especially after the textile problem of devil silk was solved, the income of the first floor was thousands of silver coins at least. Ample Time was really stingy. He stopped disclosing the income gained from the dungeon after level B2, which was clearly a petty behavior of someone who had a small PP.

Why keep his gains a secret?

Can’t he show it to everyone?

How do we know if there isn’t a shady deal going on if he doesn’t show it?

"Haha, don’t say that," Night Ten wanted to boast, but then he suddenly remembered that Ample Time and the others had told him to keep his mouth shut in the morning, so he coughed dryly, and changed his words, "Actually, it’s not as exaggerated as you think. If you count the loss of equipment, the consumption of supplies, and the miscellaneous costs, there isn’t that much left. Moreover, the further down the stupid dungeon is, the harder it is to clear, and the income has to be divided among four people. So we are actually very poor. Alas, so poor…”

This time it was Mosquito’s turn to roll his eyes. "Can you just be straight with me? How much did you earn?"

"Really not much."

"As if!"

The battle not far away was over.

After a wave of monsters was cleared, the players began to clean the battlefield and count their own records.

Escaping Mole, who fought side by side with the newcomers, checked the number and distributed the rewards they deserved based on their battle statistics. ?

The battlefield was very lively. Everyone was chatting and laughing. It didn’t look like there was a brutal battle a while ago at all.

"This mission is too easy, I freaking took out eleven of them just by myself."

"Damn! Mine was eight, haha! Those whose heads were split by an axe are all mine!"

"5 silver coins! Woohoo, I can finally watch Xiaoyu count my money!"

"Mole, remember to call me next time you have such a good job!"

"Of course, of course! Thank you for your support." Although Mole was smiling on the surface while giving money, his heart was actually bleeding.

He had counted it earlier. There were 136 Crunchers on the ground. Except for the 20 killed by the powder keg, and 15 killed by him, the newbies took out 101. According to the price of 5 copper coins each, he had to pay them 50.5 silver coins!

Damn it!

This is almost as expensive as an Armor Fist Vazooka!

Escaping Mole really felt that he and Mosquito were like subcontractors working for the administrator, and it was the type where there was 0 advance payment and he had to finish up all the work before he got paid. If he couldn’t get this mission done within two days, he might go bankrupt.

"Dear developers, hurry up and release a new version! Please!" Looking at the happy newbies who were getting paid, Escaping Mole revealed a sad look.

If the new version wouldn’t be released soon, the labor cost would be even more expensive when these little newbies leveled up.

At this moment, the agility type player who had previously pulled the monsters finally finished counting the corpses on the ground and ran to the mosquito. "I just lured out 136 Crunchers, you have to pay me 13 silver coins and 6 copper coins."

Mosquito was as sad as Escaping Mole, but he still managed to force a kind smile from his face. "No problem, but would it be okay to pay you just silver coins ? I just ran out of copper coins."

"You want to give me 14 silver coins?"

Night Ten burst out laughing. Mosquito’s brows twitched fiercely. He took out a few coins from his pocket, and stuffed them into the newbie’s hand.

That newbie took the coins and counted them with a look of surprise. "Exactly 13 silver coins and 6 copper coins... Huh? Didn’t you run out of copper coins?"

Mosquito growled, "I suddenly found some."

"..."

Night Ten patted the newbie’s shoulders with a smile and said: "Young man, not bad. What’s your ID? Let’s team up next time."

However, no one didn’t expect that the newbie didn’t appreciate Night Ten’s compliment. He glanced at Night Ten and said, "Who are you calling a young man? I’m already thirty, how old are you?!"

Night Ten looked embarrassed and slowly took his hand back.

"Pfft, hahaha!" Seeing his embarrassed look, Mosquito laughed out loud. He patted Night Ten’s shoulder, and said to the newbie. "He is just a little brother we have on the server. I remember others told me he just got into college."

Night Ten blushed and argued, "Get lost! I’m already in my second year!"

The newbie clicked his tongue. "That’s still a little brother."

Mosquito smiled and said, "Haha, anyway, what’s your ID?"

"Zhang Hai."

"Uh, I’m not asking your name. What’s your in-game ID?"

"Zhang Hai. I use this name for all the games I play." Zhang Hai looked at him and said seriously.

Night Ten couldn’t help but ask, "What if it’s taken by someone else?"

Zhang Hai snorted and said, "Not a problem at all, I still have Zhang Hai 001, Zhang Hai 111, and Zhang Hai 000."

Night Ten burst out laughing, "Pfft."

Mosquito, who was easily amused, was laughing so much that his stomach hurt from laughing. He coughed and said, "Dude, your style is really something else… Why don’t you play with a strength type or a constitution type, why choose the agility type?"

Zhang Hai immediately explained with excitement, "You don’t understand. In the world of martial arts, speed is key. Whoever is the fastest is the strongest, so I want to be the fastest!"

Mosquito continued laughing, "Hahahaha, damn it."

"Wait," Night Ten suddenly frowned and looked around, "I feel like something is watching us."

"It’s okay, it’s okay, no shame," Mosquito smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said, "It’s almost over. Do you want to eat something after this?"

Zhang Hai’s eyes lit up and said, "Go to my stall to eat, I’ll make you authentic hand pulled noodles."

"..."

Is it an illusion?

The feeling of being stared at gradually faded, and Night Ten looked away suspiciously from the street in the distance.

At the same time, on a high-rise building hundreds of meters away.

A mercenary holding a sniper rifle had an expression of shock on his face, his back was firmly against the wall.

Earlier, he just wanted to use the scope to observe what was going on on that street, but before he could see how many people there were on the opposite side, one of them suddenly looked around alertly, and then turned to look in his direction.

Is it a coincidence?

But this is a little too much!

At this time, the captain’s voice came from the communication channel.

"Carl, what did you see?"

"A lot of people."

"How many?"

"I didn’t see it clearly… Give me more time."

Swallowing, the mercenary named Carl continued nervously, "Those people… There might be ability users among them."