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Chapter 311 Can't help but revise a little fact(2/2)

"Aren't there enough funds?"

This result... everyone on the ground was a little out of breath.

Even Comrade No. 24, who had just obtained the "Giant Puppet" and "Mosquito Specimens" and had a huge desire for research, was silently speechless.

Although this was already considered a great victory, it was very painful for people to watch young people die.

Death is the most objective and cold fact.

The young soldiers, who had just been teleported here, experienced a war, and then were buried in this land, can't help but make people feel a sense of loss.

It also reminds all the pioneers that this is not a game, they are not the protagonists, and there is no chance of resurrection.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]





Lao Wang was flying in mid-air, feeling miserable in the face of this tragic result.

Is this a big win?

Of course, looking at the civilians in Qingshi Town cheering loudly, you know that this is already a great victory!

Facing the encirclement and suppression by the imperial army, only less than three digits of the population died. If it is not a great victory, what is it?

But for the land reclamation team, not counting the dead Li Qingshan, there are also other dead... 16 teleported warriors, and the other 24 are in critical condition!

Equivalent to 20 points of false power!

Equivalent to 20 days of progress.

"What the hell are mosquitoes? One bite can kill someone alive."

When he thought of this, his heart ached violently.

These are the young people he bought with so much hard work to build a successful business in this land, but now they are inexplicably bitten to death by mosquitoes.

"These people are my treasures! Why are they dying like this?"

The more Lao Wang thought about it, the angrier he became. He was so angry that he was shaking all over, going crazy in the sky, and his whole body was in bad shape.

He couldn't help but want to go out personally and slap those Taoists who had escaped to death.

"I can bear it!" Wang Hao used great perseverance to resist the desire to change the plot and maintain the strong character of Emperor Tian.

Suddenly an idea struck me.

"Since it is already a great victory...I can modify a little bit of the facts without affecting the results."

"Who made this damn game unable to load files? If it could be loaded, a lot of people would die. I just used SL to make the results better."

It is true that some games cannot be loaded repeatedly.

However, you can manually copy and archive it!

If a game requires a lot of saving/loading operations to make the results better, for example, if you want to open a rare treasure chest, you need to load files hundreds of times before you can get a satisfactory result. Here

In this case, wouldn’t it be better to use a modifier to get it right in one step?

After all, the end result is the same, but it may take hours to reload the file; the modifier only takes a few seconds.

Lao Wang felt anxious in his heart.

"I only changed it a little bit because I really can't accept the result. So many soldiers died and I felt unhappy.

"The most important thing about playing games is happiness."

Wang Hao thought for a moment: "Change the result to say that those mosquitoes only make people comatose for a long time, not fatal..."

"The comatose injured need someone to take care of them, and they won't be able to turn into combat power for a while. Well, that's it, this price is acceptable!"

"By the way, those two thousand officers and soldiers were betrayed by Taoists and died miserably... Let's change it a little bit. Change it to... they were sucked by mosquitoes and lived for ten years."

In the dream world, all your wishes come true.

Under the influence of this thought, a breeze blew by, and the corpses of the officers and soldiers lying in the wilderness miraculously regained their vitality. Their flesh and blood began to grow, and their disappeared souls returned to their original state.



Several militiamen who were cleaning the battlefield and carrying the corpses happened to see the corpse that had originally exposed the bones resurrected, and they were so frightened that they peed their pants.

"Ah, look over there, it's moving." One of the timid militiamen shouted at the top of his lungs and ran away quickly.

"It's a fake corpse, run away quickly, help!"

Together with a large wave of militiamen, they ran for their lives.

After a long while, the group of people slowly breathed a sigh of relief when they found that the corpse had not caught up with them.

A middle-aged man with some knowledge measured the breath on the nose of the "corpse" and felt the warm breath. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "What kind of corpse are you pretending to be, Chu San? This person is alive! He's not dead yet!"

"

This young man named Chu San bravely turned around and found that he was indeed alive.

The middle-aged man felt the pulse of another person: "This person is not dead yet... What's going on? Why do I remember that his brains are flowing out? Is it an illusion?"

"I also remember that half of his brain was gone." This group of people, Monk Zhang Er, was confused.

As I checked them one by one, I became more and more surprised, and even my face turned into panic.

"Why...how come not all of them died! Not one of them died?"





Wang Hao was extremely happy when he saw the surprised expressions of these farmers: "That's it, no other changes will be made."

"I won't deal with the Taoist escaping. That's the main plot. Let's play it slowly."

"It's always good to have fewer people die. Hehehe..."

The feeling of this modification is not ordinary. Although Wang Hao likes hard-core games, he does not like to abuse himself. Happiness is the most important thing.

However, for the problem of visitors dying easily, we should really think of other solutions. It is impossible to solve the problem by modifying the game every time.

"Is there any way to add some insurance to these pioneer members?"

Look at the two giant tortoises who used too much divine power and were listless. They could be considered to have made great contributions in the war.

"This turtle has good fighting ability. In the war, the sore mother showed bravery and fearlessness and took the lead. She can be promoted to the rank of 'lieutenant turtle'."

As if she sensed something, the sore mother raised her head again and looked left and right.

"But Turtle Spirit Mother is timid, timid, and new here. Her official position should not be higher than that of Turtle Spirit Mother. She can only be a turtle second lieutenant."

It's just that these two turtles don't have any more younger brothers, so what should they do?

After all, he is a second lieutenant, a lieutenant, and a minor official. How can he not be a soldier?

Wang Hao thought for a while and remembered those century-old turtles in Hujin's mouth.

These old turtles are honest, live their lives in the lake, and are unlikely to have done anything bad. They are all candidates for recruitment.

The scene of a large-scale charge of "turtle soldiers and turtle generals" appeared in his mind. Wang Hao couldn't help but feel funny in his heart. Could it be that Tianmen's first step out of the world was to recruit "turtle soldiers and turtle generals" to form a reliable combat force?

?

"Hey, that's it, it's time to go to sleep."

At this point in the planning, Wang Hao felt that this lucid dream was almost over. His consciousness left the world of mountains and seas, entered a deeper dreamland, and fell asleep.





In Shanhaijie, on the battlefield near Qingshi Town, a large number of militiamen were carrying the wounded.

War, disease, hunger, among these countless scars, local civilians have long been accustomed to it. In a short and confused life, even if there are thousands of mansions, only six feet are needed to sleep at night, and even if the family is rich, there will be no solar eclipse.

Three meals. In the eyes of the local people, death is not a very painful thing, or it is another kind of relief.

But the result of the war was a relatively serious blow to the land reclamation team from Earth and Blue Star.

Everyone was busy with the work at hand and did not allow themselves to think too much. Even the most optimistic Pan Hao sighed.

"Report, something strange happened outside the city...the officers and soldiers are actually still alive, showing signs of life!"

"They are all alive! It seems...it seems that no one was killed."

"Clam?!

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