Chapter 460: Training Methods that Meet the Characteristics of the Alliance (1/2)

While the "Pangolin" was killing people, hundreds of offline accounts instantly appeared on the official website of "Wasteland OL".

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

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

I am responsible for dying first: "Hahaha! I will come again!"

I feel hungry when I arrive: "It's just so so, it's gone with a whoosh, it doesn't feel as good as..."

Although the feeling of death is not pleasant, dying for the first time is still very new for most newcomers.

Mainly because everyone has never experienced it in reality.

As a result, many posts about death suddenly appeared on the forum, and the contents were also full of curiosity.

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

It's so short that when you open and close your eyes, you're already inside the helmet.

When I wake up, I feel sleepy: "Tsk, it's not satisfying. I don't feel anything at all. Once my eyes go dark, it's over. Can I open up the real pain?"

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

There are really mosquitoes in WC: "???"

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

Outlaw gangster: " x-on:Big eyes in debt. Big brother! When will you kill someone next time? (Excited)"

Debt-eyed: "Take your time, don't be in a hurry, there will be many opportunities to die in the future, the next wave will be the Storm Troopers. (Proud)"

Commander Quan Shui: "We won't give you gifts like that. (Squints)"

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "That's it! Why don't you put on a show? I don't even think I have a chance to waste ammunition! Bad review!"

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

Debt-eyed: "Ahem...Anyway, those newbies, listen up, war is very cruel! On the battlefield, you won't be able to survive for two seconds if you encounter a ruthless dog like a warlord! understand?"

Outlaw: "I understand! Brother!"

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

When I wake up, I feel sleepy: "Damn it! What the hell is the countdown to resurrection?"

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

Outlaw: "Fuck!"

When I wake up, I feel sleepy: "I don't make it!"

Fang Chang: "I couldn't tell whether it was a real cute newbie or a fake cute newbie. (Squinting)"

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

Fang Chang: "Calm down, as long as you don't seek death, it's not that easy to die in normal gameplay... By the way, who currently holds the highest record?"

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

Crow: "Hey. (^_−)☆"

Teng Teng: "I never died even once. (¬◡¬)"

Ye Shi: "!!!"

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes: "666"

Recently, the issuance of closed beta qualifications has suddenly accelerated. Originally, twenty or thirty closed beta qualifications were released a day. Last week, the number suddenly increased to one or two hundred a day. The number of players suddenly increased to more than 10,000 before gradually slowing down.

A large number of confused newcomers poured into the game, and a lot of people suddenly appeared on the forum, and various questions that had been asked countless times before appeared again.

Of course, part of it is pretending, and part of it is just genuine ignorance.

It's actually normal.

Although some cloud players are very clear in their analysis, they are all just bragging on paper. They are no different from rookies when they really get into the game.

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

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

They believe they are doing the right thing.

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

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

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

When most newcomers enter the game for the first time, they are at most shocked by the "virtual reality" and a little in awe of the strict rules.

If it were another game, the operators might not care, and would even like players to let go and do whatever they want in the virtual world, and then spend money in order to obtain stronger sensory stimulation.

But "Wasteland OL" is not a game in the real sense after all. Of course, Chu Guang can't leave them alone and let these energetic newcomers do things all day long.

Farming is much harder than ruining it.

In order for the newbies to actively participate in the game, we must first inject a little "positive energy" into them!

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

It is no longer possible to absorb such a large number of newcomers by relying solely on the "Legend of the Fire" mission, and there are not that many old players spending time in the novice village every day.

After thinking about it, Chu Guang simply launched a "recruitment campaign" and threw these newcomers directly into the corps for military training.

During the event period, newbies can choose whether to enlist in the army or not.

If you choose "Yes", you will automatically obtain the "soldier" occupation with level restrictions, and have three opportunities to choose your choice. You can join the first, second, or player corps of the alliance as a reserve.

Reserve status does not count against the corps' maximum number of personnel.

For newcomers who participate in the event, in addition to the rewards of event-specific gift packages, the "player system" that needs to reach the citizen level to be unlocked during the event period - that is, VM.

If you reach the citizen level during the event period, you can keep it for free.

With such generous conditions, I believe that any player who is not particularly obsessed with life and career gameplay will choose a corps to join.

In this way, with Chu Guang's series of operations, the style of the forum finally became normal. It changed from the newbies asking mindless questions to the major corps recruiting new recruits.

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

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

【Storm Corps recruits new members! No matter what department you are in, listen to the commander’s private message and leave a message! The commander of the corps invites you to join the group! 】

[The Skeleton Corps is recruiting new members! Come if you can drive! Those who drive tanks are given priority! 】

[The Goblin Corps is recruiting new members! We are experts in sexting and flying airplanes! It doesn’t matter if you don’t know how, the Corps Commander will teach you step by step! (bad smile)]

【Jungle Corps is recruiting new members! Power system! Only the power system will be accepted! 】

【……】

[Silver Corps... Just stay alive! T.T]

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

"Not bad! They are all very energetic!"

The vast majority of new players focus on the top corps with a high appearance rate in the official expansion pack, especially the Death Corps and Storm Corps.

In fact, there are quite a few people who have signed up for the Burning Corps and the Skeleton Corps, but one of them is taking the "special operations route" and the screening threshold is relatively high. One is to take the "armored route," which requires at least a driver's license and the ability to endure the boredom of long drives.

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

As for how to train after joining the corps?

That's not what he, the manager, has to worry about.

Take care of your own people!

…

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

The alliance, the Falcon, and the Honey Badger Kingdom camped at the foot of a sand dune and built frontline positions to prepare for the next stage of the battle.

The company's construction team even built an airport on the front line.

Large quantities of supplies were sent from the rear via trucks and transport planes.

Not only that, a large number of newcomers who had just entered the game also came to the frontline camp with the transport plane. Because my friend who was picking me up from the airport hadn't arrived yet, I was standing on the edge of the airport looking around excitedly.

"desert!"

"Fuck! It's so awesome!"

A newbie was so excited that he forgot about the time, place and occasion. He lay down on the ground and licked a mouthful of sand, smacked his lips, and spit it out again.

"Bah! Damn it's still salty!"

Several newcomers on the same shift nearby saw his embarrassing appearance and laughed at him.

"Hahaha!"

"I just saw a camel passing by here. Are you going to ask it?"

"%￥#x-on:!"

Several patrolling Kingdom soldiers looked at the shelter residents who were behaving strangely, with strange expressions on their faces.

A soldier whispered.

"Are these guys really okay?"

"It feels...not normal."

The captain standing aside coughed.

"Ignore them and do your job."

The alliance is now their suzerain country. I heard that their majesty even let the administrator live in his palace when he welcomed the administrator of the alliance that day.

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

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

The administrators of the Alliance were already above the king. Even if the law did not give the residents of the Alliance supernational status, they already had a de facto status higher than that of ordinary people.

In short, no matter what those people do, it is not something that little people like them can make irresponsible remarks about.

Probably realizing that his family had made a fool of themselves, a shelter resident wearing a VM soon came over and took away the embarrassing guys.

Looking at the newcomer with a mouth full of mud, Kakarot said sadly.

"Damn it! How many times have I told you in the group to behave normally when you get off the plane! You represent an alliance! We are a collective! You don't think it's embarrassing, but I still think it's embarrassing!"

"Be buried in the ground" said with aggrieved look on his face.

"Oh until."

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

A few newcomers scratched the back of their heads in embarrassment.

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

Ah Nie: "Okay, brother! I'll definitely do it next time! Hehe, can you perform a vitality bomb?"

Kakarot: "..."

It’s so difficult to bring in newbies this year!

At the same time, the frontline headquarters.

Commander Quan Shui was staring at the strategic map, grinning happily at one moment, and frowning at the other.

Recently, the official launched a new event, and suddenly the qualifications for the closed beta were issued, and a lot of newcomers were added 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 with the tide, from a regiment to half a brigade, and is advancing by leaps and bounds towards the size of a brigade.

While Commander Quan Shui was happy, he couldn't help but have a headache for a while.

Of course having more people is a good thing. Which commander would think there are too many people under his command?

If this trend continues, he will be able to become a teacher within a few versions.

However……

The official seems to have put the task of bringing up new recruits entirely on the heads of the corps leaders, and has also arranged several KPI assessment indicators for them.

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

Don’t worry about retention. It’s the only “completely realistic” virtual reality game on the market. Even if it’s just to get up early the next day, no one will quit playing it.

But adding new contribution points is more confusing.

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

Unless you get a high score in the battle.

According to the reward rules of "Wasteland OL", individual scores will be calculated based on the team's total score and individual combat performance during the campaign settlement phase, and will be settled into contribution points and silver coin rewards. If an individual's performance is too low or does not participate at all, the reward may even be reduced to 1%.

It is impossible to get mixed scores.

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

Just as Commander Quanshui was thinking sadly, I walked in from outside the camp, holding the back of my head.

"Another batch of fresh and delicious little cuties have arrived. Kakarot has sent them to the training camp to teach them how to shoot. Let me tell you... uh, what's going on with you? Why are you looking so sad? of?"

Commander Fountain sighed.

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

I was stunned for a moment.

"Isn't it bad that there are so many people?"

A few months ago, this guy thought there were not enough people here.

Quan Shui rolled his eyes.

"You know how to use a hammer. If you don't have any experience with it, it will be a burden on the battlefield. If it's useless, you might as well be driving screws in the back!"

I curled my lips in the most disdainful way.

"Tch, I haven't trained for a day, so it's different!"

Quan Shui shook his head and said.

"It's different. When the server was first launched, the entire alliance couldn't muster a few guns, but there were so many predators and alien species. The intensity of the battle was much higher than now. From morning to night, I wanted to die twice a week. That's it. No, even if you die a few times, you will know everything.”

"That's right, you can do anything after dying a few times," I smiled crazily and patted his shoulder, "If you want me to see, why not give some bargains to those newbies and let them go to the front line before training them? It’s impossible to understand this game without dying once.”

Commander Quan Shui rolled his eyes, and was about to complain about his bad idea, but when he thought about it, he was slightly startled.

yes.

What instructor can be more powerful than the enemy?

Just now, he had been thinking that he couldn't throw an inexperienced rookie to die, 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 habitual thinking, Quan Shui thought for a long time and nodded thoughtfully after a moment.

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

Excitement ignited in his eyes, and after saying that, he looked at me standing at the door.

"That's it! In a moment, you can bring a hundred and eighty new brothers, randomly distribute some weapons like that, and send a wave of express delivery to our brothers in the field!"

I was stunned for the most part.

"Fuck! Why me?"

Quan Shui rolled his eyes.

"You came up with the idea. If you don't go, who will?"

I am most embarrassed to laugh or cry.

"The newcomer is brought by Kakarot, let him go!"

Quan Shui shook his head.

"He has to be responsible for welcoming new people, how about you switch with him?"

As soon as I heard that I was going to bring in new people, I immediately shook my head like a rattle.

He doesn't object to bringing in new people. Who doesn't like the job of showing off and getting paid? But the problem is that there are too many new people in this group, and this is obviously not the same thing as the "passing on the fire" task.

But when he thought about having to wait three days to die, his face suddenly turned into a bitter gourd.

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

The fountain commander coughed.

"I'm asking you to charge with Mengxin, but I'm not asking you to charge with Mengxin... When they're all dead, you can just withdraw on your own."

I was stunned for a moment.

"F*ck! Can this still happen?"

"What else do you want?"

The commander of the spring water pushed his shoulder encouragingly and drove the guy outside the tent.

"Go quickly, don't wait! It's still more than two hundred kilometers from here to the front line. Come back and deliver another batch for me."

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

Carrying several bundles of rifles in my hands and being mentally prepared, I jumped out of the carriage with a whoosh and walked up to the newbies who were undergoing training.

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

The oldest rifle was even purchased thirty years ago. Although there is no problem with shooting, the quality is hard to say.

There are also those ammunitions. Two rounds can go off and one shot can burn high incense. The soldiers of the Lion Kingdom do not use them themselves.

But none of this matters.

According to the advice of the Storm Corps Logistics Officer NPC, since you are conducting a tentative attack anyway, you might as well use the friendly forces' inventory first.

Once the inventory at the bottom of these boxes is disposed of, they will import new ones from the alliance.

As for the friendly forces, as soon as they heard that someone was willing to consume the junk stuffed by noble gentlemen for them, they generously threw the key to me without saying a word and told him to use it as he pleased.

In this way, the equipment for the extras was gathered together effortlessly.

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

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing? Have you forgotten? It's our turn to kill someone today!"

I whispered in a low voice, then looked at the cute newcomers who gathered around me out of curiosity, cleared my throat, and said in a serious tone.

"Brothers! The administrator's order! We are about to go to the front line to attack the legion's G35 area No. 7 position! Are you brave enough to come with me?"

A power player in front asked immediately.

"Brother, do you want to fire the gun?"

This is the question that newbies are most concerned about.

Before you reach the citizen level in this game, unless an experienced player brings one, you basically have no chance to own your own rifle.

I waved my darkest hand.

"Fire! Not only will the guns be fired, but bullets will also be fired when we reach the front line!"

As soon as they heard the gun was fired and the bullets were returned, all the newbies were instantly excited. They rushed up to sign up and rushed to the truck.

"Me me me!"

"Boss, look at me!"

"Give me a haircut too!"

Seeing the huge crowd, and there were many strength beasts crowded in the front row, I immediately panicked and quickly threw away my gun and said.

"Grab it for yourselves! If you can get it, get on the bus. If you haven't, don't panic. There will be another chance!"

One hundred and twenty rifles were snatched up instantly.

The newbies who got the weapons were as excited as monkeys who had grabbed a banana, and they all jumped onto the truck with numb hands and feet. It's a pity that the troop transport card and the supply card are separate, and there are no bullets in the truck. Otherwise, these restless guys might have to fire two shots into the sky for fun.

Finally, after these cute newcomers were settled, I followed suit and got into the leading truck.

Seeing this big guy coming up with empty hands, a dozen people in the truck suddenly asked curiously.

"Boss, where's your gun?"

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

I smiled most sheepishly.

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

"I have what I have here. You can use the rifle, but I can use the pistol."

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

Awesome!

Go to the front with only a pistol.

Is this really a T0 strong person?

…

In this way, eight trucks carrying an entire company of new recruits set off toward the legion's G35-7 position.

Mengxin, who didn't get on the truck, stood in the training camp with a disappointed look on his face, looking at the billowing dust thrown up by the rear wheels of the truck and couldn't help but sigh.

Watch the truck drive away.

Kakarot, who took a long time to come to his senses, couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Good guy...this dog spring water doesn't behave like a human being."

The newbies don’t understand what a manager is like, but he does.

Managers will not send untrained newbies to the front line as cannon fodder. Don’t even think about it. It’s definitely the bad idea of ​​that bitch from Quanshui!

Just as he was about to call the newbies who didn't get on the bus to go back and 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 a good idea to get on the bus too?

Kakarot looked around.

"Um...where are Anie and Ah Nie buried in the grave?"

A newbie came out and gave a neat military salute.

"Report sir! They are getting on the bus!"

Caught off guard by this angry report, Kakarot glanced at this cute newbie and then asked curiously.

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

The cute guy holding the chessboard smiled shyly.

"My perception system..."

Kakarot was stunned and stared at this guy for a long time.

This perception...

There is something!

…

"...Yesterday at noon, the enemy brazenly launched an attack on our position. Regardless of the enemy's hail of bullets, our centurion pangolin came to the front line to fight with a machine gun, wiping out a total of 127 enemies! 125 pieces of light weapons and a certain amount of ammunition were seized, and there was only one in the entire team. The captain died unfortunately!"

"Well written."

Oasis No. 3, Defense Zone G53-7.

After listening to Beaufort reciting the written report, Warfield nodded with satisfaction.

Just when he was about to praise this bitch, a sentry suddenly ran in from outside the bomb shelter in a panic, stood upright and gave a military salute.

"Report to the commander! Enemy troops were found in the southeast! The size is about a hundred men!"

As soon as he heard this, the warlord almost fell off the chair that was tilted back.

Good guy.

Again? !

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

Just yesterday, a hundred-man team was annihilated by our side, and today we sent another one.

"Is the other side planning to add fuel to the fire? Hiss...but I still don't understand, what's the point of them doing this?"

Spend ammo?

But they didn't even dig a decent trench, and they didn't prepare any mortars. They charged directly at their machine gun position without even taking a break.

What on earth do you want 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 warlord coughed dryly, got down from the chair, reached out to grab the officer's hat on the table, put it on neatly, and then picked up the rifle leaning beside him.

"No matter what they want to do...they are the enemies of His Majesty the Marshal when they come here!"

As he spoke, he cocked the gun.

"Let's go, let's meet them!"