This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 300.3: If Its Not Possible, Think Of Yourself As The Missle!

Old White: Aside from the Light Cavalry set, the Heavy Cavalry set also has the Light Infantry tag. Its original price is 200 logistics points, after a discount it’s only 100 points. If you want to buy it at the store, you need to be an upper-class citizen and pour in 10,000 silver coin in store! It’s way cheaper to use logistics points to exchange for it than using silver coins to buy it! (grinning)

Corps could get 1 scale and 1 logistics point per level; it amounted to 10 logistics points for 10 people, so at the earliest, they could exchange for a Light Cavalry exoskeleton by LV3.

With every 10 levels, going from Rank F to Rank E would additionally grant a bonus of 10 skill points; if they used all of them on logistics then it’d basically mean 100 extra logistics points, which could be exchanged for a Heavy Cavalry set.

Corps levels were much easier to increase than personal levels. Ample Time had experimented with the experience curve and the threshold was usually during the ascensions.

Before the Northern Expedition started, as long as one didn’t screw around too much, leveling the Corps to LV10 and ascending to Rank E wouldn't be an issue.

Simply put, the Special Operations point under the Light Infantry doctrine was, as opposed to Mass Assault, specifically meant for small-scale groups that planned on being an elite strike force.

However, if one was willing to gather up some military expenses, use their own money to buy ammunition and basic equipment, and forcefully raise their scale, the game developers wouldn’t interfere either.

As long as it was possible to reduce loss and obtain a better victory, the high earnings could make up for out-of-pocket expenses and, for players who chose this route, they had chances to earn a shit ton of money.

Escaping Mole: Eh, rich people, can’t mess with them... I will just behave and choose Mobile Warfare.

Eye Owe Money: The human wave attack is always the best! Come, let’s dance on the razor's edge and fight with bayonets like real men! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Sideline Slacking: Scram scram scram, don’t go heckling around blindly, this old guy here will decide after careful thinking.

Mosquito: Hahaha! You still need to think about it? If it was me I'd definitely go for Superior Firepower! Old White, here’s my resignation, I’m gonna solo!

Old White: K.

Mosquito: Shit! You’re ruthless! You didn’t even try to make me stay!

Old White: What for? You don’t even go to the frontlines, and following us will only limit your performance. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to offer support from the back. (side-eye grin)

Gale: Agreed!

Mosquito: The Goblin Corps is recruiting pilots and artillery soldiers! Agility type pilots are prioritised, no requirements for artillery soldiers, if interested DM me!

Falling Feather: Me, me, me! Do you accept LV3 rookies?

Mosquito: No prob! We can teach you the ropes! (grins)

...

Mosquito wasn’t really kidding.

The next day, near the barracks on the airport runway stood around 200 rookies. Although a big amount left after apprehensively strolling around once, most people chose to stay.

Mosquito counted the number of people. There was total of 71 people left.

Amongst them, 50 were agility type newcomers who came to be pilots, and the rest came for the artillery.

Not bad!

They looked very spirited!

Mosquito looked at the rookies jubilantly and cleared his throat, and shouted, “Those who have flown planes before stand on the left, those who haven’t stand on the right.”

A rookie raised his hand. “Coach! Do gliders count?”

“I’ve parachuted before!”

“I played War Thunder before!”

Pleased with the way the newcomers addressed him, Mosquito chortled, “Then I’ll rephrase myself. If you’ve flown before go stand on the left; if you haven’t, stand on the right; and if you’ve flown inside a game then go stand in the middle!”

The crowd changed places again.

After some ruckus amidst the pushing crowd, there were few people still standing on the left, but the right was now empty.

Mosquito nodded, satisfied. Flying in game was still considered flying.

Even knowing 0.1 of the basics was slightly better than knowing nothing! At the very least this way, some common mistakes could be avoided.

For example, there was no risk of them getting disconnected from high G load.

Or landing back home with a bomb because they forgot to use up all their ammunition...

What?

You’re asking whether you can fly back?

Is that an important matter for the Goblin Corps?

He would, naturally, prepare a complete range of equipment for the pros who were already pilots, and likewise, do his best to cut back on the budget for the rookies’ aircraft, in order to minimize losses from crashes as much as possible.

If there was no other way, he could install a parachute on the batteries and the motors.

After they’d finish fucking around, they’d beg the ground forces to go back and retrieve them.

“Don’t care if you can or cannot, I will start teaching everything from ground zero. These things aren’t jet aircraft. It isn’t that hard to fly them. The only hard thing is flying the plane back.”

“But that’s not a big problem!”

“If you’re really that stupid, then imagine yourself as a missile! I believe that even a dog tied to a control stick can learn how to fly an aircraft after dying a few times!”

There was excitement sparkling in the faces of the rookies.

Imagine yourself as a missile?

That’s so cool!

Taking Lives, who was standing to the side, reminded Mosquito quietly, “The scale of a new Corps is capped to only 10 recruits, isn’t it?”

If he also counted Chasing Souls, Killing Gods, and Stopping Fights, their new Goblin Corps already had 5 members. Due to the cap limit, at most, they could recruit 5 more members.

However, Mosquito just rolled his eyes.

“Stop being so rigid. You can only have 10 members formally, and others just can’t use the equipment of the Corps System, but no one’s saying we can’t have reserves, no? You think a month isn’t enough for our Corps to level to LV10? Once our level is enough we can just slowly promote reserves to formal members!”

What the fuck?

You can actually play like this?

Taking Lives was dumbfounded.

Mosquito’s dissection of the version update was simply incredible.

LV10 was a bit exaggerated though.

But in Mosquito’s opinion, he still counted as half a tier 0 player. Reaching LV7 or LV8 shouldn’t be a problem! The Corps ranking wasn’t as hard to level as personal levels, so it would easily go up if teams continuously took up missions with high contribution points.

Mosquito was fully confident in his skills and financial resources.

And just the day before, he even received an advance payment for a production order of 30 aircrafts!

The New Alliance army requested for improvements to be made to the WX-2 Aircraft, like enhancing its flying altitude and overall range, ensuring it could provide over 10 minutes of immediate support to battlefields more than 100 kilometers away.

10 minutes?

They were underestimating him too much!

The solid hydrogen battery within the game was simply too cheat-like.

Oxidizers in traditional batteries were installed inside batteries, but oxidizers in the wasteland absorbed the oxygen in the air, basically replacing an entire battery cathode with just a membrane. A space that could be used to install a reductant agent was left behind. And hydrogen, which acted as the reductant agent, had an energy density nearly 2.7 times denser than gasoline or diesel!

It wasn’t exactly obscure knowledge, but there was no need to mention batteries in their world. There was no way to surpass gasoline!

But it was a whole different matter in Wasteland Online. The quality of energy storage of batteries produced in the NPC factories completely had gasoline beat!

Thus, the aircraft made by Goblin Technology paved a path they wouldn’t even dream about in real life.

“But an order of 30 aircraft is still too conservative! Let’s place an order of 100 motors and 1000 battery packs for them!”

Stopping Fights, who stood nearby, gawked. “The fuck?! Did they really pay you that much to begin with?”

Mosquito just snickered. “Who said I had to use the advance payment? Can’t I use my own money?”

Childish!

After the aircraft was finished, wouldn’t there be even more orders?

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Taking Lives gave him an awed thumbs up. “Awesome, dude!”

This motherfucker is so freaking rich!

Basking in the admiring gazes of his minions, Mosquito said smugly, “The amount of load we can transport through the glider is too small. It’s at least 100 kilometers from here to the utmost north of the West Continent City.”

“How can a small aircraft be enough? Let’s make a huge one!”