While "Pangolin" was killing people, hundreds of offline accounts suddenly appeared on the official website of "Wasteland OL".
And most of them were newbies who had just obtained the closed beta qualification.
Outlaw: "Fuck! Boss! It's too exciting!"
I'm responsible for dying first: "Hahaha! I want to come again!"
Hungry at the right time: "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, the first death is still very fresh for most newbies.
Mainly because everyone has never experienced it in real life.
So, many posts expressing feelings about death suddenly appeared on the forum, and the content was full of curiosity.
Of course, after experiencing it once, not everyone felt the excitement, because that moment was too short.
It was so short that the person was already in the helmet when the eyes opened and closed.
I feel sleepy when I wake up: "Tsk, it's not satisfying, I don't feel anything, my eyes go black and it's over, can you open up the real pain?"
Quit smoking: "Fuck! You are more perverted than a mosquito!"
WC really has mosquitoes: "???"
Night Ten: "This guy must have been shot in the head. If he was shot in the stomach, he would have twitched on the ground for a while. (Funny)"
Outlaw: "@Debt Big Eyes. Big brother! When is the next time to give away a head? (Excited)"
Debt Big Eyes: "Take your time, don't rush, there will be many opportunities to die in the future, the next wave of stormtroopers "(Proud)"
Fountain Commander: "We won't give you that kind of gift. (Slanting eyes)"
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "That's right! At least put on a show, I don't even have the chance to waste ammunition! Bad review!"
Edge Pad: "Next time I'll get a more reliable leader. (Awkward)"
Debt Eyes: "Ahem... Anyway, listen up, those newbies, war is cruel! If you really go to the battlefield and meet a ruthless dog like the Battlefield guy, you won't last two seconds! Do you understand?"
Outlaw: "I understand! Big brother!"
I'm responsible Die first: "Brother! How can you not survive in this game!"
Sleepy when you wake up: "Fuck! What the hell is the resurrection countdown?"
Debt Eyes: "Uh, I forgot to tell you that you have to wait three days after dying in this game... Wait, don't you know?!"
Outlaw: "Fuck!"
Sleepy when you wake up: "I don't know!"
Fang Chang: "I couldn't tell for a moment whether it was a real newbie or a fake newbie. (Slant eyes)"
I'm responsible for dying first: "This death penalty is too heavy! T.T"
Fang Chang: "Calm down, as long as you don't commit suicide, the normal gameplay is not that serious Easy to die... Who holds the highest record now? "
Canyon Fleeing Mole: "Ya Ya, that guy died that time, and he never died again."
Ya Ya: "Hey. (^_?)☆"
Teng Teng: "I didn't die once. (???)"
Ye Shi: "!!!"
Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes: "666"
Recently, the issuance of closed beta qualifications has suddenly increased. Originally, 20 to 30 closed beta qualifications were issued a day, but last week it suddenly soared to 100 to 200 a day, and the number of players was pulled to more than 10,000 before gradually slowing down.
A large number of confused newbies poured into the game, and a large number of beggars suddenly appeared on the forum, and various questions that had been asked countless times before appeared again.
Of course, some of them are pretending, and some of them really don't understand.
In fact, it's normal.
Don't look at some cloud players who analyze it very well, that's just bragging on paper. When they really enter the game, they are no different from rookies.
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 old players have watched the alliance build up little by little from scratch. In the long-term game process, they have established deep ties with many game characters and have strong emotional resonance with many people and things in this world.
They believe that they are doing the right thing.
And in this process, their self-worth will be realized.
Not only that, the rewards given to them by the game mechanism are not just the pleasure of the moment of self-realization, but also include the emotional or material rewards attached to it.
But it is too far-fetched to expect a newbie who has just entered the game to have a strong sense of belonging to the game just because he has been following the posts and movies on the forum for a long time.
Most newbies enter the game for the first time, and at most they are shocked by the "virtual reality" and a little awe of the strict rules.
If it were another game, the operator might not care, and might even wish that players would let go a little, do whatever they want in the virtual world, and then spend money to get stronger sensory stimulation.
But "Wasteland OL" is not a real game after all, and Chu Guang certainly can't leave them alone and let these energetic newbies make trouble all day long.
Farming is much more difficult than wasting the field.
In order to let the newbies actively participate in the game, they must first be injected with a little "positive energy"!
In other words, let them have a sense of identity and belonging to this "different world"!
The task of passing on the torch alone can no longer digest such a large number of newbies, and there are not so many old players who stay in the novice village every day.
After thinking about it, Chu Guang simply launched a "recruitment activity" and threw these newcomers directly into the corps for military training.
During the activity period, newbies can choose whether to enlist in the army at the beginning.
If you choose "Yes", you will automatically obtain the "Soldier" profession with a level limit, and you will have three opportunities to fill in your volunteer application. You can join the first, second or player corps of the alliance as a reserve.
The reserve status does not occupy the upper limit of the corps.
For the newbies participating in the event, in addition to the rewards of the event-exclusive gift package, the "Player System" that requires reaching the citizen level to unlock will be unlocked in advance during the event period-that is, VM.
If you reach the citizen level during the event, you can keep it for free.
With such generous conditions, I believe that as long as the player is not particularly obsessed with the life profession gameplay, he will choose a corps to join.
In this way, with Chu Guang's series of operations, the style of the forum finally became normal, from the brainless questions of the newbies to the recruitment of new members of the major corps.
[Burning Corps! Take you to experience the feeling of flying! ]
[Death Corps Recruitment! It doesn't matter whether it is strong or not, brothers who are not afraid of death come! Strength and physique are preferred! ]
[Storm Corps Recruitment! No matter what department you are in, listen to the commander's private message! The corps leader will invite you to the group! ]
[Skeleton Corps recruits new members! Those who can drive come! Those who drive tanks are preferred! ]
[Goblin Corps recruits new members! We are professional at firing cannons and flying planes! It doesn't matter if you don't know how, the corps leader will teach you step by step! (smirk)]
[Jungle Corps recruits new members! Strength department! Only strength department! ]
[...]
[Silver Corps… as long as they are 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 are concentrated on the top corps with a high appearance rate in the official expansion pack, especially the Death Corps and the Storm Corps.
In fact, there are also many people who sign up for the Burning Corps and the Skeleton Corps, but one is on the "special warfare route" with a higher screening threshold. The other is on the "armored route", requiring at least a driver's license and the ability to endure the boredom of driving for a long time.
Most players are more suitable for a more conventional gameplay.
As for how to train after joining the Corps?
That is not something that he, as a manager, should worry about.
Manage your own people!
…
In the Gobi Desert, between Oasis No. 3 and Oasis No. 9.
The coalition forces of the Alliance, Falcon, and Honey Badger Kingdoms camped at the foot of a sand dune and built front-line positions to prepare for the next stage of the battle.
The company's construction team even built an airport on the front line.
A large number of supplies were delivered from the rear by trucks and transport planes.
Not only that, a large number of newbies who had just entered the game also followed the transport plane to the front-line camp. Because the partner who was picking him up had not arrived yet, he was standing by the airport and looking around excitedly.
"Desert!"
"Fuck! It's awesome!"
A newbie was so excited that he didn't care about the time, place or occasion. He licked the sand on the ground, smacked his lips and spit it out.
"Pah! Why is it still salty!"
Several newcomers on the same shift laughed at his embarrassing appearance.
"Hahaha!"
"I just saw a camel passing by here. Go ask it?"
"%￥#@!"
Several patrolling kingdom soldiers looked at the strange-behaving shelter residents, and their faces showed strange expressions.
A soldier whispered.
"Are these guys really okay?"
"It feels... not normal."
The centurion standing next to him coughed.
"Don't worry about them. Do your job well."
The Alliance is now their suzerain. It is said that when welcoming the Alliance's administrator that day, their majesty even let the administrator live in his palace.
Although the royal family has been denying it and insisting that they have prepared a separate palace for the administrators, who knows about this kind of thing?
Even if it is true, those bigwigs will never admit it.
The administrators of the alliance are already above the king. Even if the law does not give the residents of the alliance super-national status, they already have a higher status than ordinary people in fact.
In short, no matter what those people do, it is not for small people like them to say anything.
Perhaps realizing that their family members have made a fool of themselves, a resident of the shelter wearing a VM soon came over and took those embarrassing guys away.
Looking at the newcomer with a mouth full of mud, Kakarot said with great pain.
"Damn it! How many times have I told you in the group to behave normally after getting off the plane! You represent the alliance! It is a collective! You are not ashamed, but I am!"
Said with a face full of grievance.
"Oh, I know."
"And you guys!" Kakarot then glared at the guys who were still laughing, "Still laughing! Don't you know how to help him!"
Several newcomers scratched the back of their heads embarrassedly.
Holding the chessboard: "Ah this... I want to pull him, but his agility system is too fast, I can't pull him."
Anie: "Okay brother! I will definitely do it next time! Hehe, by the way, can you show me a spirit bomb?"
Kakarot: "..."
This batch of newcomers is so damn hard to lead!
At the same time, the front-line command center.
The commander of the fountain was staring at the strategic map, grinning with joy for a while, and frowning with a sad face for a while.
Recently, the official launched a new event, suddenly over-issuing the closed beta qualification, and stuffed a bunch of newcomers to the front line.
As a strong corps in T1, the Storm Corps naturally became the first choice of countless newcomers, and its scale also rose with the tide, from a regiment to half a brigade, and it was advancing by leaps and bounds towards the scale of a brigade.
The commander of the fountain was happy, but he also had a headache for a while.
More people is of course a good thing. Which commander would complain that he has too many people under him?
If this trend continues, he will be able to become a division commander in a few versions.
However...
The official seems to have thrown the job of leading newbies completely to the heads of these corps leaders, and has also arranged several KPI assessment indicators for them.
The rewards that each corps can get in the event will be linked to the two indicators of "retention" and "new contribution points" of newcomers.
There is no need to worry about retention. This is the only "completely real" virtual reality game on the market. Even if it is to get up early the next day, no one will quit the game.
But the new contribution points are more confusing.
This is the front line. Unless you join the NPC corps, there is no chance to earn contribution points.
Unless you get a very high score in the battle.
According to the reward rules of Wasteland OL, the individual score 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 the individual performance is too poor, or if there is no participation at all, the reward may even be compressed to 1%.
It is impossible to get mixed points.
The only idea now is to let the newbies grow up quickly.
Just when Commander Quanshui was thinking with a frown on his face, Izuhei walked in from outside the tent, holding the back of his head.
"Another batch of fresh and delicious newbies have arrived. Kakarot has sent them to the training camp to teach them how to shoot. Let me tell you... uh, what's wrong with you? Why are you frowning?"
Commander Quanshui sighed.
"There are too many people. I will consider raising the threshold in a few days."
Izuhei was stunned.
"Isn't it better to have more people?"
A few months ago, this guy complained about the lack of people.
Quanshui rolled his eyes.
"You know nothing. If you haven't trained, you will be a burden on the battlefield. What's the use of it? You might as well screw in the back!"
Izuhei curled his lips with disdain.
"Tsk, I haven't trained for a day, I'm not the same as before!"
Quanshui shook his head and said.
"It's different. When the server was first launched, the entire alliance couldn't even get a few guns together, but there were so many predators and aliens. The intensity of the battle was much higher than it is now. We fought from morning to night, and we wanted to die twice a week. Even if we don't know anything, we will know everything after dying a few times."
"That's right, we will know everything after dying a few times," I smiled evilly and patted his shoulder. "In my opinion, it's better to give those newbies cheap stuff and let them go to the front line to give up their heads before training them. It's impossible to play this game without dying once."
The commander of the fountain rolled his eyes and was about to complain about his brainless idea, but he was slightly stunned when he thought about it.
Yes.
What instructor can be more powerful than the enemy?
Just now, he kept thinking that he couldn't throw the inexperienced rookie to die, but he thought about it, what training could 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 has fallen into the trap of inertial thinking, Quanshui pondered for a long time, and nodded thoughtfully after a moment.
"Well... maybe this is really a solution."
His eyes were burning with excitement, and then he looked at Izuehei who was standing at the door.
"Let's do it! You will bring a hundred or eighty new brothers, give them some weapons that look like they are real, and send express to our battlefield brothers!"
Izuehei was stunned.
"Fuck! Why me?"
Quanshui rolled his eyes.
"You came up with the idea, who will go if you don't go?"
Izuehei said with a smile.
"The newcomer is Kakarot's, let him go!"
Quanshui shook his head.
"He has to be responsible for receiving the newcomer, or you can switch with him?"
When I heard that I had to bring the newcomer, Izuehei immediately shook my head like a rattle.
He didn't mind taking on newcomers. Who doesn't like a job that's good for money? But the problem was that there were too many newcomers, and this was obviously not the same as the "passing on the torch" mission.
But when he thought about waiting for three days to die, his face suddenly fell into a bitter gourd.
"But I don't want to die either..."
The commander of the fountain coughed.
"I told you to lead the newbies, but I didn't tell you to follow them... After they die, you can just withdraw by yourself."
I was stunned for a moment.
"Fuck! Is it still like this?"
"What else do you want to do?"
The commander of the fountain pushed his shoulder instigatingly and sent this guy out of the tent.
"Hurry up, don't waste time! There are still more than 200 kilometers from here to the front line. Come back and send another batch for me."
In this way, eight "electric mule" trucks drove into the training ground in a mighty manner.
Holding several bundles of rifles in his hands, I was ready, jumped down from the carriage with a whoosh, and walked in front of the newbies who were receiving training.
The rifles and bullets on the car were all in stock in the Lion Kingdom's arsenal.
The oldest rifle was even purchased thirty years ago. Although there was no problem with firing, the quality was hard to say.
And the ammunition, it was a blessing if one of the two rounds fired, and the soldiers of the Lion Kingdom didn't even bring their own.
But none of this mattered.
According to the suggestion of the Storm Corps logistics officer NPC, since you are also a tentative attack anyway, why not use the friendly army's inventory first.
After these dead stocks are dealt with, they can just import new ones from the Alliance.
As for the friendly army, when they heard that someone was willing to consume the junk stuffed by the nobles for them, they generously threw the key directly to I was the black one without saying a word, and told him to use it at will.
In this way, the equipment of the extras was gathered without any effort.
Kakarot glanced at the heavy bulletproof armor on my darkest, then at the eight trucks behind him, and asked after a pause.
"What are you doing?"
"What? Have you forgotten? It's our turn to be killed today!"
My darkest lowered his voice and chuckled, then looked at the curious newbies who gathered around him, cleared his throat, and said in a serious tone.
"Brothers! The order of the administrator! We are about to go to the front line to attack the No. 7 position of the G35 area of the legion! Are there any brave people who will come with me!"
A strength player in the front asked immediately.
"Brother, will you give me a gun?"
This is the most concerned issue for newbies.
In this game, before you reach the citizen level, you basically have no chance to own a rifle unless you are led by an old player.
My darkest waved his hand.
"Distribute! Not only guns, but also bullets when you get to the front line!"
When the newbies heard that they would be given guns and bullets, they were instantly excited, and they rushed to sign up and rushed to the trucks.
"Me, me, me!"
"Boss, look at me!"
"Get me one too!"
Seeing the surging crowd, and many of the strength-type beasts in the front row, I was panicking and quickly threw the gun and said.
"Grab it yourself! Those who grabbed it, get on the car, and those who didn't grab it, don't panic, there will be another chance!"
One hundred and twenty rifles were snatched away in an instant.
The newbies who got the weapons were as excited as monkeys who grabbed bananas, and they jumped onto the trucks with their hands and feet. It's a pity that the troop transport card and the supply card are separate, and there are no bullets on the truck, otherwise these guys who can't sit still might have fired a few shots into the sky to cheer them up.
Finally, these newbies were settled, and I also got on the leading truck.
Seeing this big guy coming up empty-handed, the dozen people in the truck immediately asked curiously.
"Big guy, where's your gun?"
"Yes, why don't you take one?"
I smiled embarrassedly.
Of course he wouldn't say "I won't be on the road again", so he patted his waist bag, revealing the grip of the silver revolver.
"I have it here, you can use the rifle, and I can just use the pistol."
When everyone heard this, they immediately looked at him in admiration.
Awesome!
Going to the front line with only a pistol.
This must be a T0 strongman, right?
...
In this way, eight trucks carrying a whole company of newbies set off towards the G35-7 position of the legion.
The newbies who didn't get on the truck stood in the training camp with disappointment, looking at the rolling dust thrown up by the rear wheels of the truck and sighing.
Watching the truck go away.
Kakarot, who had just come back to his senses after a long time, couldn't help smacking his lips.
"Good fellow... this bastard Quanshui is not a human being again."
The newbies didn't know the manager's character, but he did.
The manager wouldn't send the untrained newbies to the front line as cannon fodder. It was definitely Quanshui's bad idea!
Just as he was about to call the newbies who didn't get on the bus to go back and continue training, Kakarot suddenly found that two of the newbies he had just brought back were missing.
I haven't taught them how to shoot yet.
They didn't get on the bus, did they?
Kakarot looked around.
"That... where are Rutuwei'an and Anie?"
A newbie stepped out and saluted neatly.
"Report to the commander! They are on the bus!"
Caught off guard by this report full of energy, Kakarot looked at the newbie twice, and then asked curiously.
"Then tell me, why didn't you get on?"
The newbie named holding the chessboard smiled shyly.
"I'm a perception system..."
Kakarot was stunned and stared at this guy for a long time.
This perception...
There's something!
...
"... Yesterday at noon, the enemy brazenly attacked our position. Our centurion Pangolin ignored the enemy's gunfire and rain of bullets and went to the front line to fight with a machine gun, killing a total of 127 enemies! 125 light weapons and some ammunition were seized. Only one centurion in the team died unfortunately!"
"Well written."
Oasis No. 3, Defense Zone G53-7.
After listening to Beaufort reciting the written report, the battlefield guy nodded with satisfaction.
Just when he was about to praise this lackey, a sentry suddenly ran in from the anti-artillery cave in a panic, stood up and saluted.
"Report to the commander! Enemy traces were found in the southeast! The scale is about one hundred men!"
Upon hearing this, the battlefield guy almost fell off the chair that was tilted back.
Good guy.
Still coming? !
Beaufort, who was holding the report paper in his hand, was also stunned.
Yesterday, a hundred men were annihilated by his side, and another one was sent today.
"Is the other side planning to add fuel to the tactic? Hiss... But I still can't figure out what the point of them doing this is?"
Consume ammunition?
But they didn't even dig a decent trench, nor did they prepare any mortars. They directly rushed towards their machine gun positions head-on, and didn't even dodge.
What on earth are they trying to do?
Beaufort was completely confused, and subconsciously looked at the captain sitting on the chair.
"Don't look at me, how the hell do I know."
The battlefield guy coughed dryly, got down from the chair, reached out to grab the officer's cap on the table and put it on neatly, and then picked up the rifle leaning against the side.
"No matter what they want to do... they are enemies of His Majesty the Marshal if they come here!"
He pulled the bolt.
"Let's go, let's meet them!"