This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 306.1: Blade Unsheathed!

West Continent City, 4th New District.

In the midst of crumbling walls, wooden walkways and bridges were carefully laid. Concrete and steel-reinforced watchtowers stood as silent sentinels, with menacing individuals hiding within.

With rifles slung across their backs, they proudly displayed teeth and bones of both humans and beasts, representing their unwavering bravery and untamed spirit.

This area was the closest urban district to West Continent City and West Continent Lake.

Due to the long-term neglect of water management facilities, the excess water from the lake had flooded into the urban area, turning half of the 4th New District into a marsh.

This newly formed river extended from the low-lying areas of the city, flowing northward and merging with the eastward rushing river.

The headquarters of the Fang Clan was situated on the northern bank.

The flooded streets acted as a natural barrier, attracting the huge colonization of mutants that thrived in the damp surroundings such as Crackleclaw Crabs.

Using sturdy wooden walkways, the marauders connected the buildings and reinforced the dilapidated structures, forging a formidable fortress encircled by the flowing currents.

Some spacious buildings were ingeniously repurposed as workshops for the production of weapons and ammunition. Within them, tattered slaves diligently occupied their workstations, deftly wielding rudimentary tools, relentlessly hammering away at coarse materials.

As for the spacious rooftops, they were repurposed into plantations, cultivating green wheat, shofar potatoes, and beans for cooking.

In fact, these marauders, although uneducated and unwilling to use their brains, were not foolish by any means.

Whether it was their leaders or the strategists of the Army, they were well aware of the colossal scale of sustaining a force of tens of thousands in terms of daily provisions, ammunition, and waste management.

Relying solely on a few merchants tasked with handling their spoils was insufficient to address their supply problem.

Certain industrious individuals among the new tribal members had been elevated to the status of ‘craftsmen’. They had designed wooden rafts for transportation, water wheels for power generation, and rudimentary lifting devices for cargo handling, capitalizing on the river for decentralized logistics within the industrial area.

As a reward, they were permitted to select 3 slaves to accompany them, and their children were exempt from being sent to the clan's ‘nursery’ and could be raised themselves.

However, despite the implementation of these measures, resources remained scarce within the Fang Clan.

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The city may not lack steel and aluminium, but the relatively easy-to-process copper had been almost depleted a century ago.

They were left with no option but to scavenge for untouched cables, exposing themselves to the risk of encountering guerrilla attacks from resistance organizations.

Those rats lurking in the sewers were like ghosts, causing significant trouble despite their inferior weaponry.

Consequently, captured members of these resistance organizations often endured brutal and inhumane torture.

Inside the main tent of the Fang Clan, a man sat upon a chair constructed from human bones. Before him, Iron Fang knelt on one knee, causing a slight furrow of the man's brow. His name was Skull Crusher Gold Fang, with the former being a title he bestowed upon himself and the latter being his name.

Standing at a towering height of 2 meters with shoulders as wide as truck wheels, he resembled a small mountain. His dark skin emitted a subtle, eerie green glow, and his mouth boasted the gleam of 2 teeth crafted from pure gold.

He was the leader of the Fang Clan, the chieftain of the Bonechewer Clan, commanding a formidable force numbering in the tens of thousands.

Rumors circulated that he was a descendant of mutant humans and regular humans.

However, in reality, when mutant humans violated humans, only offspring of mutant humans would be born, leaving no possibility for mixed-blood.

"... Copper mine discovered in Remote Creek Town?”

Iron Fang spoke in a deep voice while kneeling on one knee, “Yes, esteemed leader.”

"Why didn't you all find it when you all were there?" Gold Fang pressed.

Iron Fang hesitated before answering, "I don't know, esteemed leader... We didn't know what a copper mine looked like, but our scouts have reported that the blue gophers in Clearspring City are mining copper!"

The murmurs among the members inside the tent grew and excitement flickered in the eyes of many marauders.

At that moment, a burly man stepped forward, paying no attention to the kneeling Iron Fang, and respectfully saluted Gold Fang with clasped hands.

"Revered leader, I humbly request your permission to lead my troops into battle! I am confident that within 10 days, I will bring Remote Creek Town under your esteemed banner!"

His name was Bear Fang. As those words escaped his lips, a trace of arrogance curved the corners of his mouth.

At the beginning, the leader handed over the mission of marching to the south to Lion Fang. However, that guy kept failing the leader's expectations, and even failed to enter Clearspring City. After staying in Remote Creek Town through the winter, he fled back in despair without firing a single shot before hiding in Bluestone County to dig trenches.

Such a cowardly brigade commander is simply a disgrace to the clan!

Bear Fang thought to himself. If he was given the chance to lead the troops, let alone the blue gophers in the northern suburbs, even the legendary Boulder Town would not be able to last a round in front of his mighty force!

Bear Fang was not the only one who held such thoughts.

Seeing this, other brigade commanders also stepped forward, expressing their willingness to lead their troops to fight for the clan!

Gold Fang didn't say anything immediately.

He stared at Iron Fang kneeling on one knee and thought for a moment, then slowly said, "I'll give you 500 men, and you will send a message to Lion Fang for me. Tell him that within a week, I want to see the Fang Clan's flag planted on the land of Remote Creek Town."

Iron Fang lowered his head and declared loudly, "Yes, esteemed leader!"

After the meeting.

Standing beside Gold Fang, a man with a protruding nose bone slightly nodded and said. "The copper mine is probably a cover... Remote Creek Town is located on the front line. Even if there is really a copper mine, the survivors in the northern suburbs definitely wouldn't dare to mine it so openly."

His name was Dillon, and he was once the Division Commander of the Army's expeditionary force. After the defeat of the expeditionary force, he led the remnants to the Bonechewer Clan, and was later on appointed as a military adviser by Gold Fang and served as a Prophet.

After listening to the military advisor's opinion, Gold Fang, who was sitting in his chair, smiled faintly. "I know that Lion Fang probably wants to use the copper mine as an excuse to ask us for reinforcements, so I'll just give them 500 men."

"Once they get the reinforcements they need, there should be no reason for them not to fight."

After taking Remote Creek Town, the northern gate of Clearspring City would be under the control of Fang Clan. At that time, regardless of whether there were copper mines there, there would be at least hundreds of thousands of square meters of fertile land south of the Elm District.

Recently, more and more marauders came to join them in West Continent City, and the tribe's population had grown to more than 30,000. The food grown by the slaves was no longer enough for them.

Coupled with the outbreak of the rodents in West Continent City, he had been having a lot of headaches about the food shortage problem these days.

Although it was not the best time to march his troops south, he could take down Remote Creek Town first, and then used the safety of the northern suburbs to threaten those blue coats, forcing them to pay tribute to them, so they could solve their food crisis.

When it was time for the harvest, he would order people to invade the northern suburbs of Clearspring and completely take over the abundant granaries of the local survivors.

Thinking of this, a cruel smile appeared on Gold Fang's face.

This is called fattening the sheep before killing them!

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At the same time that Iron Fang led 500 people to Bluestone County, a server announcement was suddenly updated on the official website of Wasteland Online.

[Expansion Pack: ‘Blade Unsheathed’ is officially launched!]

[Introduction: Chaos is spreading, and the Fang Clan entrenched in West Continent City is plotting to continue marching south. We'll nip threats in the bud before they attack us.]

[Description]

[1. All Corps should complete the sign-in at the rally point before the event starts and leave for the front line as soon as the war mobilization starts.]

[2. Points obtained in the expansion pack will determine the player's income in the battle settlement stage, and can be used in the lottery draw after the expansion pack ends.]

[3. Lifestyle Profession players can also earn points in addition to contribution points and silver coins when completing orders or other missions with expansion pack tags.]

[4. ...]

The expansion pack was released!

Chu Guang skillfully pinned the announcement to the top.

Almost at the moment when the announcement was posted, the topics on the official website forum were instantly switched from the gossip between the administrator and Xia Yan to the expansion pack just updated!

Tail: Huh?! A new expansion pack has just been released? Weren't you guys just chatting about some adult topics now? (*/ω＼*)

Quit Smoking: Northern Expedition! It's finally here hahaha! I'm really tired of farming the corps level in the past few days!

Midnight Pubg: My big axe is thirsty for blood!

Sideline Slacking: Our Death Corps is ready!!!

Tail: Oh! The Order of White Bear attack! ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Old White: The Burning Corps has arrived in Remote Creek Town! See you in-game, everyone! (Grin)

Escaping Mole: Damn it! Why are you so fast?! Brothers of the Skeleton Corps! Assemble!

Spring Water Commander: Hahahaha, it's time to show our real strength. (Proud)

Mosquito: Aces of the Goblin Corps! Let's go!!! (Screaming)

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