This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 692 "Melee" by mistake

   "Wasteland OL" official website.

  Almost at the peak of going online and offline, a post that ignited the topic was pushed to the homepage of the forum.

  Night Ten: "Big news! There will be an event in Potato Fries Harbor the day after tomorrow! (Funny

  Since clearing the customs in Qingquan City, the dog plan has not done a new job for a long time.

  As soon as everyone heard that there was an event, no matter where they were or how far away they were from themselves, one or two were instantly excited.

   Edge paddling: "What kind of activity?"

  Spring Commander: "Wait, aren't you still in Dawn City?"

  Big Eyes in Debt: "Exactly! I saw you yesterday, with the NPC from that academy!"

  Night Ten: "It doesn't matter! My brother is in Chip Harbor, which means I'm there too. (Funny

  Battlefield atmosphere group: "Fuck, can you stop talking nonsense and tell me what's going on?"

  Fang Chang: "According to the clues provided by the Southern Islands Federation Maritime Patrol, it seems that someone has sent them away from the patrol area."

  Mole Rat on the run in the canyon: "Finally someone with a lot of information came out. (Squint eyes

  Commander Quanshui: "It's kind of interesting, is this going to get rid of people who are in the way first?"

  Fang Chang: "Well, if the identity of the attacking target is a bit embarrassing for the maritime patrol team of the Federation of Southern Islands, then there is only one possibility."

  Spring Water Commander: "Torch?"

  Fang Chang: "80% yes, only in this way can we explain why the federal authorities planned such an exercise and left such obvious loopholes."

   "After all, if it is the Legion or the Xilan Empire, forces that have nothing to do with the Federation of the Southern Islands, even if they suddenly launch an attack on Chips Port, it seems that it has nothing to do with the Federation of the Southern Islands, right?"

"Furthermore, I can even infer that the wave of people or monsters who are about to attack Potato Chips may be the same wave that sank the 'Golden Coast' exploration ship before, or at least used the same weapons...and this is their One of the reasons it's so sensitive."

  Elf King Fugui: "What do you think it will be? Those winged mutants we met in Jinhe City before? (Curiosity

  Fang Chang: "Why can't they swim in the sea? Didn't the NPC named Huang Guangwei and the submersible he brought already hinted at it? There are aquatic mutant activities along the coast of the southern waters."

  Sisi: "It makes sense. Although I feel that the possibility of aquatic aliens is not small, the mobility of that big guy seems to be a problem."

  Commander Quanshui: "Hey, I thought there was a big event, I slipped away."

   Canyon Mole on the Run: "Have you shown your card yet. (Funny

   Picking up trash level 99: "Damn it, have you passed py with Brother Guang?"

  Irena: "I've read the script. (Funny

  Tail: "Oh! Pass it on! Dolly was greened by the dog! (///ω///

  Fang Chang: "?"

  The post quickly went wrong.

  However, most players still have no opinion on Brother Fang's analysis.

   So far, the update of the expansion pack of "Wasteland OL" is relatively logical. For the time being, there has not been a bad job where popular NPCs take turns blackening and whitewashing.

   In other words, players can also analyze the mainline of the next version through the intelligence in the game, and even predict in advance the big pit that the dog plans to dig.

  Based on the available information, it can be basically concluded that almost 90% of the incident two days later was a mutant attack, and it was an attack from under the sea!

  At this moment, Chu Guang, who was sitting in the shelter watching the screen, watched the discussion of the players from beginning to end, feeling admiration in his heart.

  Although the logic of the analysis is a bit far-fetched, there is nothing wrong with it from the perspective of the game.

  From the perspective of the player, what can be analyzed is basically the tactical level.

  As for Chu Guang himself, who is the manager and the only planner, of course he pays more attention to the strategic level.

   "...If the Church of the Torch really takes out the mutant card, it seems that there are not many cards they can show in the sea."

  Looking at Chu Guang with a smile on his face, Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder at the corner of the table, tilted her head in confusion.

   "Is there any connection between the two things?"

   Picking up the black tea with milk and taking a sip, Chu Guang said slowly.

"The reason for dismissing those who are in the way is because they are worried about being seen, which means that they may have used this card more than once. But if there is a choice, I don't think they will take unnecessary risks and hold a card repeatedly. use."

  If this is the case, it is not difficult to understand why the group of lunatics who have no bottom line are so cautious about the survivors in the southern sea.

  The survivors in the southern waters are the only key for them to extend their tentacles into the sea and break the strategic dilemma.

  They need the research base of Coral City, and more importantly, the brood of the Tianting space station.

  The problem is that their power in the ocean is too weak.

   It may be nothing to bully a few civilian ships, but once it is against the warships of the Federation of the Upper South Islands, those alien species dominated by psychic interference devices are a joke.

   That is the survivor force that has been developed for two centuries. Even if their strength is not as good as that of several "fallen empires", it can be regarded as a strong start.

   At least it is much stronger than the start of an alliance whose development depends entirely on "picking up trash".

   It is precisely because of this that the Church of the Torch adopted a gradual infiltration model for the survivors in the southern sea area, and even sent out such treasures as psychic interference devices as bait.

  However, just as the Torch was spending a lot of money to annex the survivors in the southern sea area, the sudden intervention of the alliance made their plan a little bit variable.

  It seems that the series of actions of the players in the Baiyue Strait really made the bishop in charge of the area's affairs anxious.

  The corners of Chu Guang's eyebrows could not help raising an interesting arc, and his ten fingers resting on the table were intertwined.

   This feeling is very interesting.

  Although he hasn't met his opponent yet, he has roughly guessed how many cards the opponent is holding, as well as what the strategic goals and shortcomings are.

  The only suspense now is whether "the players' predictions about the dog's plan" are accurate.

  If they guess correctly, the black hand behind the brewing offensive is the Church of the Torch, and the attacking minions are the aquatic mutants kept by the Torch in captivity near the Dead Coast...

   Before the battle even started, they had already won one-third of the battle.

  Thinking of this, the smile on the corner of Chu Guang's mouth became more and more joyful, and he took another sip from his teacup.

"So funny."

   Sitting on the pen holder dangling her calf, Xiao Qi quietly looked at Chu Guang without saying a word, her eyes shone with admiration.

  Although I don't know what happened, but I always feel that the master who did nothing seems to have won again...

  …

  A piece of blue sea, with the ups and downs of the waves, the flagship is like a solitary boat.

  A merchant in luxurious clothes stood on the side of the ship, looking at the flowery white foam split by the bow, he let out a long and long sigh.

   Looking back on his busy life, Mojavey thinks it is quite wonderful.

  As an inconspicuous little person, he first witnessed the legion's great expedition across the continent to the Great Rift Valley, and then personally experienced the war of annihilation launched by the Falcon Kingdom against the kings of the desert.

During this period, a mighty bone-chewing rebellion erupted in the distant valley province. The united survivors formed an unbreakable alliance. , the province of Borneo, with thousands of races and gods, once again changed its dynasty...

   A lot has happened over the years.

  The events seem to be isolated from each other, but they seem to be connected together by an invisible cause and effect.

  And maybe the fact that I am standing here at this moment is also because of some invisible cause and effect.

   At the beginning, he shouldn't have had the greed of "making a lot of money".

If he didn't stay in the port of Yinyue Bay for a few days, so that he was targeted by the people of the Xilan Empire, but took the money he earned from selling the skin, he found the captain with a bad face and begged him to come back again. Pulling himself, maybe even if he can't earn the big sum he dreamed of, at least it's better than what he is doing now.

  Looking at the two cargo ships that were getting closer, Mojavey had a mournful expression on his face, as if he was about to step on the execution ground.

  Captain Achim patted him on the shoulder and gave him a sunny smile.

   "Relax the layout, don't hang your face, wait for our soldiers to land at the port, you can pick whatever you want there, whether it's people, goods or money, it's no less than if you do a business."

   "It is... Your Excellency."

  Mojavey forced a smile that was uglier than crying from his face, but when he thought of his possible miserable end in the end, his only smile collapsed uncontrollably.

   After all, I still don’t want to be reconciled to my years of painstaking efforts in exchange for such an aggrieved death.

   He gritted his teeth, and finally couldn't help but say a word of persuasion, trying to persuade the captain to rein in the precipice.

   "I have no doubt that you can crush your enemy like a grasshopper, but have you ever thought about a question... How do you plan to bear the anger of the alliance?"

"Angry? Who would be angry with a group of gophers?" Achim picked out his ears and flicked the earwax into the sea with a look of disdain. "They should have realized the moment they refused the request of Duke Galava that they would Pay for your own arrogance and stupidity. Besides, we just get back what is ours, and charge a little interest along the way."

  The empire has a vast territory. Not only is it fertile for thousands of miles, it is favored by thousands of gods, and it is also an alliance of brothers with the army.

  A mere alliance is nothing to be afraid of.

  Although the companies standing behind the alliance are a threat, and even the legion is troublesome to those guys, he doesn't think Ideal City will tear itself apart from the empire for such a trivial matter.

What's more, they are backed by legions. A two-star captain who has experienced many battles has arrived in the capital of the empire to meet His Majesty. rifle.

  He admitted that the group of blue gophers were good at picking up trash, but they still lacked in strategy and layout, and they were far from the opponents of the empire.

  No one will know that this operation was carried out under the instruction of the high-level empire.

  Once the two cargo ships departing from King Gallen Port stop at Chips Port, more than a thousand elites disguised as pirates will come out and quickly board the land to control the entire port.

  They will loot the camp on the shore, take away all the slaves who were robbed by the alliance, and then blame the pirates. If the alliance insists on an explanation, then chop off the businessman's head and send it to them.

In this way, it not only demonstrates the magnanimity of the empire, but also proves the position and determination of the empire to the legion. It can be said to kill four birds with one stone.

   While talking, one of the cargo ships has already approached the side of the warship.

Mojavee secretly looked at this cargo ship. There was a tightly covered shed on the long and narrow deck. There is no doubt that this is just an ordinary civilian dry bulk cargo ship, and it is used to pull livestock. kind of.

  Usually, merchants in Borneo province would use this kind of cargo ship to transport the two-headed cows that are forbidden to be eaten in Borneo province, and sell them to the port of Silver Moon Bay.

  Transport troops in civilian cargo ships…

  Thanks to these guys for doing it.

  A man who looked like an officer stood at the bow of the boat and gave a military salute to Achim.

   "The 1,000th team of the Gray Wolf Army is already in place, please give instructions!"

  Looking at the officer with muscular muscles, blazing eyes, and a murderous look all over his body, Captain Achim nodded his proud head in approval.

  The Gray Wolf Army is the elite stationed in the eastern part of Borneo Province. It is all composed of brave and skilled wolf tribesmen. It is the ace of land warfare of the Xilan Empire.

   Unexpectedly, the top management of the empire would move out of them. It seems that the top management paid more attention to this operation than he imagined.

  He seems to have seen the ashes floating over the Chip Harbor, and the dilapidated houses and bones that were burned to ashes.

   Put away that appreciative smile, Captain Achim adjusted his expression slightly, and looked at the officer solemnly.

   "Commander Dirang, your superior should have given you the task, so I won't repeat it here."

  "From now on, your identities are no longer the soldiers of the empire, but the ghosts of this sea area, the devils who bring death and destruction to the enemies of the empire."

   "I know this will dishonor your honor, but it's all for the Empire! Your fathers and children, your people will be proud of you!"

  The commander-in-chief named Di Rang's eyes were shining brightly. He raised his head and straightened his back, swearing solemnly and solemnly.

   "For the Empire! For Your Majesty!"

  That mighty aura was in stark contrast to the trembling Mogarvey.

   Glancing at the timid merchant next to him, Captain Achim grinned a playful and mocking smile.

   Patted the poor thing's shoulder, he handed it over to his most loyal subordinate Singer, and then went back to the cabin.

  Watching the officer leave, the taciturn guard stepped forward, stood behind Mogarvey, and said quietly.

   "Mr. Mogarvey, it's time to go."

   Mojavey nodded with a bitter face, and under the watchful eye of the guard named Singer, tremblingly climbed onto the wooden plank extending from the warship deck to the cargo ship.

   Following him and boarding the cargo ship, Singer waved his hands behind him, signaling the sailors on the warship to put away the planks.

   After putting away the planks, the warship slowly put up the anchor chain, and then sounded the farewell whistle.

  The two cargo ships that set off again also sounded their whistles one after another, and then continued to move towards the Baiyue Strait.

  Watching the warship with the green-backed double-knife flag drifting away, Morgarve completely let go of the last thought that these idiots would rein in the precipice.

  At this moment, the commander named Di Rang walked up to him and said with a blank expression.

"Mr. Mogarvey, I have heard about your situation in the telegram. You just need to help us board the dock. We will allow you to choose ten slaves first and take away goods worth 100,000 dinars." .”

   Didn’t listen to the second half of the sentence at all, Mogave glanced at the cabin with the door closed, then at the officer and several soldiers dressed as sailors on board, and couldn’t help asking.

   "Do you have any plans? Or should we just drive there?"

  Di Rang said succinctly.

   "Just drive there."

   Mogarvey then asked.

   "And then? How do you plan to occupy it? Rush up directly from the pier?"

   "You don't need to worry about the rest." To be honest, Di Rang looked down on this coward from the bottom of his heart, so he didn't bother to talk nonsense with him.

   Not to mention that they are the elite of the empire, the two cargo ships are full of a thousand-man team, and each person's saliva is enough to flood the port. He doesn't even know what this guy has to be afraid of.

   Not to mention that this battle may not even be fought, I am afraid that when they stand on the shore, those people will be dumbfounded on the spot and obediently raise their hands and surrender.

  Looking at these guys who couldn't communicate, Mojavey had a bitter expression on his face.

  He knew it was useless to say anything now, and he didn't know what to say to persuade them.

  If these guys are really thinking about their empire in their hearts, then they should at least use a little brain when thinking about problems.

   But obviously they don't.

  These people have gone crazy.

   And completely insane...

  …

  After sailing for two days and one night, the two cargo ships finally sailed into the west entrance of the Baiyue Strait.

   They are less than 500 kilometers away from the French Fries Port. If there is no accident, they should be able to get there before eight o'clock in the evening.

  Looking at the emerald green jungle on the shore, Mojavey's Adam's apple twitched and said.

   "...do you know why there is no one here?"

  Singer, who was standing behind him, didn't speak, and didn't bother to talk to him at all.

   Di Rang, who had already changed into casual clothes, glanced at him and said casually.

"Why?"

   "Because no one can conquer this land, whether it is the Hump Kingdom or the Federation of the Southern Islands who escaped from here... In the face of waves of alien species coming in, the determination and courage of mortals are just in vain."

  Looking at Di Rang who was staring at him intently, Mogave swallowed and continued.

"But some people succeeded. They not only established a firm foothold on this land, but also built a settlement... You may not think it is a big deal, but I am from the Hump Kingdom, and I know how much it is. Amazing, what they have is not only grit, determination, but also scientific method, and some things that I can't figure out."

  Di Rang said with a blank face.

"So what?"

  Mulgarvey sighed softly.

   "No...what, just pretend I didn't say anything."

  Amidst the chirping of insects along the coast, two cargo ships full of soldiers continued to move forward.

  Time passed very slowly. Under the venomous sunlight, this short half day seemed as long as a century.

  However, unlike Mogarvey, who was enduring the torment, the other people on the ship, whether they were officers or soldiers disguised as sailors, looked energetic.

  He even saw a few soldiers whispering to each other with evil smiles on their faces, without even seeing the shadow of the pier, he imagined how to divide up the loot that had not yet been obtained.

   "When I land on the shore in a while, I have to pick a big ass."

   "Haha, we know you have a unique taste, don't worry, no one will compete with you."

   "Can you pursue a little bit, the women in the refuge are not more energetic than those dirty Moon Clan people?"

   "Why don't you try it together? Anyway, we have three days, and the officer said that as long as we don't miss the business, we can play however we want."

   "Damn it... if only the wreck could go faster."

   "I'll go to the bathroom first."

   "Shameful thing, get out of here."

"Hahaha!"

  Perhaps in response to their expectations, the sun finally fell into twilight.

  The sea that sank into the night was silent, as if smelling the prelude of a storm, even the waves that washed the bow of the ship became cautious.

   It is estimated that the time is coming.

   Dirang, who was patrolling the plywood, patted Mogarvey on the shoulder, turned and walked into the cargo hold.

   It didn't take long for the blood-thirsty nonsense to come out of the leaky hatch, as well as menacing shouts in response.

   That guy seems to be mobilizing for the final war.

  But in Mogarvey's ears, it was no different from last words.

  They don't know what kind of monster their opponent is, and they are still imagining that as long as they step on the pier, everything will be fine, and the group of weak blue gophers will rush into the hole as soon as the gunshots are fired.

   Touching the silver pendant on his chest, he silently prayed to the goddess of silver moon in his heart, only hoping that when he fell into the water for a while, he would not be eaten by the aliens wandering nearby.

  Retracting the pendant to the neckline, Mogarvey took a deep breath and walked to the bow.

  As usual, Singer followed him every step of the way, not intending to leave him any chance to be alone.

  Mogarvey didn't care about it either. After all, it wasn't the time anyway. Even if he wanted to take the risk of jumping off the ship, he had to wait until he got close to the port, not here.

  Looking at the increasingly familiar coastline in the distance, his heart was pounding violently.

  But at this moment, he suddenly frowned, and unconsciously leaked a slight sigh from his mouth.

"strangeness…"

  The voice did not escape Singer's ears, and the latter asked blankly.

"What's wrong?"

  Mulgarvey swallowed, glanced at him, and whispered his confusion.

   "I didn't see the patrol boat."

  Singer frowned.

   "Patrol?"

   Mogarvey explained.

   "It is the patrol team of the Federation of the Southern Islands."

  The frown relaxed, and Singer returned to his indifferent expression.

   "Don't care what those people do."

   Mojavey froze for a moment, looked away from his face, turned his head and continued to look at the distant sea, and whispered.

   "It's really none of their business... However, this is very abnormal. When a ship passed by here before, they would go to the ship to check for smuggling or something."

   Is the Alliance not allowing them to patrol here?

   It shouldn’t be so…

  For some reason, Mojavey always felt uneasy, as if he was being targeted by a wild beast.

  Based on the instinct of self-protection, he let go of his hand on the railing, and returned to the side of the cabin from the bow.

  Almost at the same time when he returned to the edge of the cabin, a violent tremor accompanied by a loud noise came from under his feet, almost throwing him over.

   This cargo ship seems to have hit something.

  However, Mojavey knew very well that this water area was very safe, and there was no such sinister reef that was usually buried under the waves.

   Caught off guard, Singer and the soldiers on the side were not so lucky.

  After all, they were not professional sailors, they fell over and over again, and a few unlucky ghosts leaning against the side of the boat even screamed and fell into the sea.

  The scream that merged into the sound of the tide quickly disappeared, as if something caught them.

   Facing this sudden shocking change, Morgarvey was frightened out of his wits, lying on the splint with his hands on his head and trembling.

   Not far away, the cabin door slammed open.

   Di Rang, clutching his forehead, rushed out with a gun, yelling cursingly.

   "Damn, what happened?!"

  Looking past his calf, at this moment Mojavey finally saw clearly the so-called "ghost that dominates the Baltic Sea" in the cabin.

   It was a group of soldiers carrying Ripper rifles, and several submachine guns and automatic rifles hung on their chests.

   But these are not important now.

  Those guys also fell over and over again. Although they didn't panic, they all looked around in a daze, not knowing how to deal with the situation in front of them.

  Singer, who got up from the deck, also cursed, stretched out his hand and pulled Mogarvey who was lying on the deck, staring at him and yelling.

   "Damn it, did you report the letter to the Alliance?!"

   Mogarvey said with a mournful expression.

   "Are you kidding, my lord, when did I ever leave under your nose?"

   As if thinking that this was indeed the case, Singer gritted his teeth and threw away his collar.

   Staggering back two steps, Mojavey held the cabin without falling, trying to calm down his disordered breathing, trying to calm himself down in a panic.

  He probably figured out what was going on.

   It was probably a torpedo that hit them just now.

  Through the tremors coming along the deck and bulkhead, he could clearly feel the sound of seawater pouring into the cabin, and the fully loaded cargo ship was slowly sinking.

   But he was not in a hurry to jump overboard because he hadn't figured out what hit them.

   Is it an alliance?

impossible…

   Those guys have a bottom line, and it is impossible to actively attack civilian ships.

  Southern Islands Federation?

   That's even more unlikely, unless they plan to be self-sufficient in the future.

  Damn it, what the **** is it? !

  It is impossible for the mine to be evolved from a different species!

   Just when he was startled and frightened, the other people on the boat finally realized the problem of water leakage in the hull.

   At the same time, another cargo ship behind them sank slowly amidst violent tremors and steel screams, as if it had been hit by a torpedo.

  There is no time to hesitate.

   Seeing that his subordinates might drown in the cabin if he waited any longer, the officer named Dirang gritted his teeth and shouted decisively.

   "Abandon ship! Everyone gather on the North Shore!"

   After receiving the order, everyone rushed out of the cabin and jumped into the sea like dumplings.

   Fortunately, they were not far from the shore, and they arrived within a distance of less than 50 meters after a short swim.

  Seeing that everyone has no time to take care of himself, Mo Jiawei is planning to take advantage of the chaos and jump into the sea.

  However, just as he ran to the side of the tilted ship, an unforgettable scene in his life came into his eyes.

  Looking at the hellish scene, Mojavey's face turned pale for a moment, his legs slumped and he fell to the ground, yelling words like "monster" and "devil" incoherently.

  The commander-in-chief Dirang who ordered the soldiers to abandon the ship earlier was not much better than him.

  I saw him holding the cold railing tightly with both hands, staring at the sea with wide eyes, and deep fear and despair were written in those bloodshot pupils.

   And it is despair that can be seen with the naked eye...

  (end of this chapter)