This Game is Too Real

  North Island, Presidential Palace.

  The sky outside the window has turned a little yellow.

  Mongo, who was standing in front of the desk, did not look at the map on the wall, but stared at the declaration on the desk that was only one finger thick.

   Or more accurately Codex.

  Four months ago, they pledged their allegiance to Vault 70, but now they only pledge allegiance to this code signed by all of them.

  In fact, if there is no this **** war, this is not a bad thing for the residents of Vault 70.

  Although they have lost the unlimited authority inherited from their fathers, they can also discharge the unlimited responsibility given to them by the ancient oath.

   In the future, there will no longer be a distinction between the blue coat and the general survivors. Whether it is a former member of Vault 70 or a resident of the island, they will all assume common obligations and responsibilities as a member of the federal citizens.

In the future, no one will blame the blue coat for repairing the road because of a fall on the way to work. The blue coat no longer exists. Everyone has to be responsible for the road under their feet. Everyone has to be careful make choices for your future.

   Actually they should have done this long ago, they have been receiving the same education for a century. If there is still a difference in knowledge and experience between the first generation of refuge residents and the wastelanders who have sunk in the wasteland for a century, they are already the same kind of people in the fourth or even fifth generation.

However-

  There is always a gap between ideal and reality.

  He thought that this road would be full of ups and downs, but he didn't expect that just a blink of an eye would lead them into the abyss beyond redemption.

  It was a blink of an eye.

  A perfect excuse for war, which can make them morally invincible as victims, and skip the quarrel that may not be fruitful for several years. With this perfect opportunity, they can allow conservatives and radicals to immediately put aside their differences and reach an agreement, so that the Federation, which is only short of the last step, will appear out of thin air with a "snap".

   And he doesn't need to do anything, he just needs to be negligent for two seconds when he should be suspicious, so that the radicals who are clamoring for war will blow the already ignited flame even more vigorously.

  The Ocean Currents Power Station has been blown up anyway, so why not use its remains for something meaningful?

  Let’s just consider it what Vault 70 did.

  After all, if it was a stupid thing done by a hot-blooded soldier or even an officer, the enthusiasm of the survivors for the establishment of a new authority will undoubtedly be greatly reduced, and the efforts of many people for this will be tantamount to wasted.

   After the war is over, if the residents of Vault 70 are willing to open the door and cooperate with the investigation, it will not be too late to reverse the case for them and liquidate the real murderer.

   He admitted that he really thought so at the time.

   And now...

  He only had regrets in his heart.

  Footsteps came from the corridor outside the office, and it seemed that he was not alone.

  Mongo looked away from the law code with countless signatures, and looked towards the door of the office.

  I saw his chief of staff, Charas, standing there, followed by two soldiers wearing silver-white exoskeletons.

   "Mr. President, I heard that you are looking for me?" Charas walked into the office with a smile on his face without any sign of remorse.

  Mongo stared at him intently, and spoke after a while.

   "Do you have anything else to say?"

"I…"

  Looking at those upright eyes, Charas couldn't help being speechless for a moment, but soon burst out laughing out loud.

   "What do I have to say? I don't want to say anything... I should ask you this sentence, Mr. Mungo, do you have anything else to say?"

   Looking at Chalas who was laughing loudly, Mungo said calmly.

"You have violated the declaration we signed together. You have not only betrayed me, but you have betrayed everyone. From now on, I will relieve you of the position of chief of staff of the Naval Command, and you will no longer be my chief of staff. —”

   "Is that all you want to say?" Charas shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "Will it be too late?"

  Mongo looked into his eyes.

   "The fate of the survivors of the Southern Islands Federation should be decided by all survivors, neither Vault 70, nor you and me."

  Looking at the president without blinking or avoiding, Chalas's mouth curled into a mocking smile.

"You are so naive. This war has been going on for four months. If the citizens of the Federation know that this is a scam from beginning to end, our Federation will collapse immediately! How did they invite us here? How will we be thrown out of here."

  Mongo's eyes showed a trace of sadness.

   "Do you think this is naive?"

  Chalas' eyes gradually cooled down.

"Yes, I think so, and I think your naivety will lead us to the abyss of doom. We've always been in the wasteland, and some fools thought our wasteland was over, but we never were Leaving this **** wasteland for a second! Never!"

"On the other side of the sea are some hyenas that eat people without spitting out their bones. If we all have your naive idea and bring our own rules and regulations to contact them, we will be gnawed until there is no residue left! Everyone will!"

  His voice became louder and his facial muscles twisted accordingly, and there was a touch of hysterical madness unconsciously in his roar.

  However, soon, he suddenly calmed down again, took a deep breath, and spoke slowly.

"The survivors in the southern seas don't need a president. Let's talk about that kind of thing after the end of the wasteland era. At that time, I will give them ten if they want it. At least for now, they need a more visionary, capable and responsible president." The strong carry them on... I and those who support me think so."

   When talking about this, Charas suddenly had a trace of disappointment in his eyes, and looked disappointedly at the old friend who had trusted him so much.

  "...Actually, it's not like you don't have a chance. If you didn't summon me a few hours ago, but sent someone to shoot me, the matter would not have developed to this point."

"That will only lead us to another kind of hell, it's useless..." Mungo shook his head, looked at the friend standing in front of him, and suddenly there was a hint of pleading in his eyes, "We have all made a mistake once, there is no Second chances... Hold on, my friend."

  The disappointment in his eyes gradually faded away, Chalas didn't even have any interest in disappointment for some reason, and only felt a little bored.

  He thought this guy would struggle a bit, but he didn't expect to wait for a long time and only waited for a beg for mercy.

   Poor guy.

  Perhaps Alzu was right.

   and this group of sheep don’t need to use those tactful methods at all, as long as I am a little bit tougher than them, I can lead them by the nose.

  Looking at the poor middle-aged man with pity for the last time, he reached out to take the pistol handed by the soldier beside him, and loaded it neatly.

"It's too late. My supporters have already entrusted their wealth and lives to me. Praise them for their loyalty. I won this bet, and there is no suspense in winning. I will continue to walk with them in the future." , until the end of the Wasteland Era."

   "As for you, just hold your declaration and go to **** to regret it."

"do not."

  …

"boom-!"

  A sudden gunshot broke the tranquility on the destroyer Glory, and the hatches on both sides of the corridor shaken by the flickering gun flames made a buzzing sound of mourning.

   Twenty-seven sailors mutinied suddenly, captured seven logistics personnel on board the ship, and quickly occupied the cabin and gangway near the broadcasting room under the leadership of Captain Surrey, and exchanged fire with the sailors who had heard the news.

  The two sides occupied both ends of the corridor, using the cabins and hatches on both sides of the corridor as cover to pour firepower on each other. The entire corridor was filled with sparks from bullets and the sound of gunshots.

   "Stop! Are you... are you crazy!? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-"

  The adjutant who was shot in the arm fell to the ground in pain, and was pulled back behind the bunker by the sailor leaning against the corridor door.

  Looking at the bullets flying in the corridor and the flashing gun flames opposite, his wide eyes were full of disbelief.

   Mutiny!

  He never thought that this kind of thing would happen on his boat!

   "It's you who are crazy! And the captain!" The man squatting across the corridor growled while changing the magazine of his rifle, "Why didn't you obey Mr. Chalas's order!"

   "Chalas..."

  The adjutant closed his eyes in pain, as if regretting his previous trust, he yelled at his former subordinate in despair.

   "What good did that guy promise you!"

   Without a trace of hesitation.

  The man roared back at him.

   "A Greater Commonwealth!"

  The loud gunshots overshadowed his hoarse roar, and as more and more sailors surrounded him with weapons, the mutinous sailors gradually lost their advantage from the initial dominance.

  Although Captain Surrey occupied the radio room early, the radio that the sailors were expecting was delayed.

   On the contrary, the sailors who were loyal to the captain of East Timor became more and more courageous, and under the leadership of their adjutants, they regained the controlled corridors one by one.

   Obviously the captain had expected it long ago, and immediately cut off the power supply of the broadcasting room to prevent Captain Surrey from inciting more sailors to join their crazy plan.

   The battle soon came to an end.

  With the surrender of the two sailors holding the hostages and the rescue of seven captured logistics personnel, the area controlled by the rebels has been compressed from the original entire second half of the cabin to only a narrow corridor and a radio room.

  Including Captain Surrey who led the mutiny, there were only three rebels left.

  Seeing that another rebel was shot and fell down, the adjutant pressed the wound on his arm and shouted loudly towards the back of the bunker.

   "Surrender! You have no chance! Accepting the trial of the law is your only way out... As long as you confess your mistakes! Maybe there is still hope of surviving!"

   "Then where is the hope of the Federation? Do you rely on you weak guys?" Surrey, who was leaning against the iron gate with his left hand on his bleeding thigh, shouted loudly.

  The adjutant stared at him with wide eyes.

   "What hope? What are you talking about!"

"What am I... talking about? Look at what you are doing!" Surrey yelled, "Take the corpse of the mutant to the North Island? You want to tell the survivors there that it is actually a group of people with spears Did the brutes blow up our power station?"

  The adjutant growled and said.

"I haven't investigated and can't say for sure! But there is indeed someone among us who became blind when he shouldn't blink. This person is likely to be Charas and his accomplices... I also trusted that guy, but the fact is that he lied All of us, and intend to fabricate more lies for his own selfish desires! Wake up, how long are you going to hide from those survivors who trust us!"

   "Hiding it? Hahahaha! All they lost was the truth, and you don't see what they got! A century and we've never been more united—"

   Captain Surrey's voice has not yet fallen.

  A deafening roar suddenly came from under everyone's feet, and everyone who was standing or sitting was overturned by the sudden movement.

   "Clack—!"

  The creaking sound of steel breaking came along the wall, followed by the sound of water rushing in through the cracks in the hull.

  The face of the adjutant who barely got up from the ground changed instantly. Feeling the tremor along the wall, his eyes were filled with horror.

  The same goes for the sailors behind him, holding on to the swaying hull and constantly retreating, their eyes filled with fear.

   Torpedoes!

   Someone fired a torpedo while they were in chaos!

   They got shot!

   "Quickly retreat!" The adjutant yelled, pushing and shoving the soldiers behind him, urging them to run towards the gangway.

   At this time, Sarri, who was cornered, let go of his left hand holding the wound, leaned on the wall and stood up with a grinning grin.

   "No one can judge me!"

  The blood-losing face was distorted with a touch of fanaticism.

   Facing the cowards who kept retreating, he limped out of the broadcast room and put the gun on his bloodstained chin.

  Although it is a pity that he failed to seize control of the Glory, such a result does not defile his mission.

  The mission in his heart.

   "For the Federation!"

  The veins in his neck bulged, he pulled the trigger with a roar, and was engulfed by the surging seawater in a burst of flames and blood mist that soared into the sky...

  On the bridge.

  Looking at the gradually overturning hull in the thick smoke, Dong Wen stood up slowly while supporting the console, with a hint of astonishment written on his resolute face.

  He imagined that there might be Charas' eyeliner on board his ship, after all, even he himself was a supporter of that lord.

  He even thought that the supporters of that lunatic would do whatever it takes to prevent him from returning to the North Island with the evidence, even betraying his oath under the federal flag to launch a mutiny...

  However, what he didn't expect was that the lunatic ordered the Federation fleet to kill each other in order to win...

   There is no doubt that it was a friendly torpedo.

  The flames burned on the steel, and the turbulent waves were like boiled water, dragging the majestic hull into the bottomless abyss.

When a systematic error occurs, it is often not because of one or two wrong decisions made by one or two people, but when the vast majority of people make decisions based on their own standpoint, they instinctively choose the right choice from the top, middle and bottom options. Unmistakably chose the worst policy.

  It is for the same reason that when a systematic error has become a fact, one or two error correction actions become as insignificant as the one or two errors themselves.

  Ocean current power station is so.

  The same is true for the "Golden Coast" that sank to the bottom of the sea.

  Including other cargo ships, research ships and crew members who are infinitely close to the truth, including himself.

   "...It seems that Mr. Chalas has made up his mind." Taking off the hat on his head, Dong Wen put it on the console of the bridge.

   This road may be more tortuous than he imagined.

   Just when he was about to spend the last time of his life, a sonic signal was suddenly received in the communication sonar.

  The source of the sound wave seems to be very close to them.

   Slightly stunned, Dong Wen reached out and pressed the on switch of the console, and picked up the earphone strap.

   At the same time, a noisy sound came from the earphones.

   "This is the Dolphin...please answer..."

  …

  The sea area ten kilometers away.

  A submarine slowly floated up, revealing the steep bridge.

   Looking at the thick smoke floating in the distance and the steel hull slowly sinking into the sea, the captain standing on the bridge said calmly.

   "This is the Cold Night, the Glory has sunk, requesting instructions on the next step."

  A voice came from the communication channel.

   "The headquarters received it. After the mission is completed, return to North Island to stand by."

  The captain asked.

   "Aren't you going to meet up at the port of Anle Island?"

   After a brief silence, a reply came from the communication channel.

   "There was a change in plans...There, a little accident happened."

"receive."

  After the communication ended, the captain standing in front of the console looked at the heavy-hearted officers behind him and gave the order to return.

  The bridge exposed to the sea slowly sank.

  However, at this moment, the captain who glanced at the sonar screen from the corner of his eye frowned slightly.

   Is it an illusion?

  In the sea area where the destroyer Glory sank, the echo signal received by the active sonar seemed to flicker.

   That flicker is only for a moment.

   The frowning captain stared at the screen for a while, and only looked away from the screen when he saw that there was no new abnormality.

  Maybe it's the clutter reflected off the wreckage...

  …

   "Wasteland OL" official website.

   During the peak period of online and offline, the forum was as noisy as ever.

  Especially the brothers from the Jungle Corps rushed to the forum as soon as they got offline, chattering and making noise.

   "MMP! This NPC is really a dog, and he even steals heads!"

   "Why don't you just grab the head, and honk the horn to mock when you're done!"

   "That's right! It's so f*cking!"

   "Satisfy you guys, you've seen monsters anyway, we didn't even see a shadow of a monster, we slipped around the port and went back. (Slanting eyes

   "At least you missed a face on the new map PV! We missed a crab ass, and we can't see anything except the last explosion shot."

   "No, we didn't show our faces either, with helmets and goggles."

   "Ha ha ha ha grass!"

   "Looks like Mosquito dude is pretending. (funny

   "I'm the only one who is curious, is that Raken delicious? (Funny

   "Uh... I was torpedoed by an NPC, and I didn't pick up the body. How about I give you the coordinates so you can go and have a look?"

   "I used to be okay... I'm afraid there will be no bones left when I go there. But then again, aren't you curious to take a bite? (Funny

   "How can you taste it in that kind of ghost place!?"

  The big news today is undoubtedly that the southern waters won the first place. The Jungle Corps, on behalf of the Alliance and Chip Harbor, made a friendly visit to the roundabout.

  In a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, the two sides jointly issued a joint friendship statement and promised to carry out closer cooperation in more fields.

  The governor of the circular island, Channing, said that the citizens of the alliance are welcome to visit and invest on the island, instead of just staying in the port to do business.

   To put it in a more easy-to-understand way is—

   "Wasteland OL" has opened a new map!

Although the area of ​​the entire circular island is only 30 square kilometers, which is equivalent to four "Wake Islands", in the past two centuries, the local survivors have developed and utilized the area of ​​30 square kilometers to the extreme, just like Like the residents of Vault 100 who have lived in the "well" all their lives.

  The circular island's highly dense industrial model and highly automated production methods, even the most advanced factories in Boulder City have to bow down.

Of course, it’s another matter to compare productivity and production costs. At present, Dawn City’s extensive industry is the fastest and cheapest. At least two-fifths of the alliance’s [gross industrial production] are It was supported by the factories there.

  Both sides have a lot to learn from each other, whether in engineering or sociology.

  Especially both sides are societies jointly established by shelters and wastelanders. Although there are differences in routes, there are many similarities in development trajectories.

   During this process, there was an episode where a group of "little murlocs" swam near the submarine pipeline and prepared to sabotage it.

   Fortunately, as early as two months ago, when the submarine pipeline was just started, the players in Port of Chips were already on guard against the threat from the coast of death.

  Fifty W-2/H water attack planes only took one round of bombing, and took away thousands of aquatic mutants who were driven to the surface of the sea.

  After seeing the powerful combat power of the alliance and its determination to maintain regional order, the Governor of Ring Island immediately added a mutual defense agreement on the basis of the friendly statement.

  In the future, the circular island not only lends the port to the alliance's military ships to dock, but also agrees to build an airport next to the circular island to lend it to the alliance's air force.

  And all of these achievements are not only due to the submarine freshwater pipeline, but also partly due to the Torch Church and the federal authorities.

  After all, if it weren’t for those guys who can make troubles, the residents of the roundabout wouldn’t trust a group of outsiders who have just been here for less than two months.

  As of now, after using 0.8 silver coins per ton of fresh water, the residents of the ring island can only say that they are really happy with the agreement they signed with doubts at the beginning.

  In a sense, they, like those Moon Clan people who fled to Potato Fries, unknowingly became the shape of the alliance...

  Professor Yang, Thunder Dharma King: "Hey, seeing you make money is more uncomfortable than me losing money. T.T"

  Grandpa Ao Nai Wo He: "It's boring, it's a garbage game. I can't make an appointment for two years. When I get in, I'll blow you all up! (angry

  Quit smoking: "Fuck, it's been two years, is Brother Yeao still receiving lucky money? (Surprised

  Ye Shi: "Brother Guang, just let him in. The red name system has been out for so long, is it reasonable not to test it? (Funny

  No family members: "Come on, I didn't get the beta test qualification, so I can pour water on the forum anyway, but my account is banned, but I can't even go to the forum. (Funny

  Midnight with an umbrella but no knife: "Brother, why are you so proficient."

  No family members: "Cough... I heard that too."

  Mole on the run in the canyon: "Strongly urge Baiyue to go public! Damn, let these guys snowball down, I'm afraid they can buy the entire alliance!"

Fang Chang: "What you said is too exaggerated. Many of our businesses are actually borrowed from alliance banks. Do you think we can borrow money for any business? But if it can be listed, of course I will raise my hands Support, regardless of how much we earn, we also spend a lot. If we can go public for financing, we don’t need to increase our debt ratio to expand our business. (squinting smile)”

  Drawing on the edge: "Fuck, isn't your business big enough? How can you expand. (Stunned

Fang Chang: "Where is this going? Don't talk about the project of Jin Gallon Port, just talk about the southern waters. The submarine freshwater transmission network we plan to build has only one pipeline in operation so far, and the customer is only a circular island. One family. Relying on this pipeline alone is far from enough to solve the daily and productive water needs of millions of survivors, and we need to build more.”

   Edge paddling: "How much money can you make by selling water alone?"

Fang Chang: "Selling water alone can't make much money, but the trust relationship we have established through 'helping local people solve water problems' can bring us more benefits. Especially the local people are well-educated Survivors, many of them are as knowledgeable and experienced as experts in Camp 101, especially in the field of 'marine land transformation' they are good at, and these talents are exactly what we need or even urgently lack."

   Edge stroke: "666!"

   Spring Water Commander: "Good guy, you can dig walls and feet. (Surprised

Fang Chang: "Tsk, how can it be said that they are digging the wall? Which wall of their house did I dig? They need fresh water, so I will give them fresh water, and if they need electricity, I will give them electricity. Provide overseas employment opportunities, and the price is only some local people temporarily do not need or even redundant things...I prefer to call it a reasonable allocation of resources."

  Ye Shi: "Oh my god...Survivor Daily should ask you to be an editor."

   Edge stroke: "66666!"

  Big Eyes of Debt: "MMP, other people's regiment leaders can lead brothers to get rich, while our regiment leaders will only deduct 6."

   Construction site boy and Brick: "Exactly! Our team leader is too loud!"

   Edge paddling: "??? Fuck, what's wrong with picking a 6 after I invested money."

  Big Eyes in Debt: "? When did you vote secretly?"

  Old Bai: "I voted with the edge guy, it happened two months ago. (Show teeth

   Debt big eyes: "??? Damn!"

Killing chicken at midnight: "It is said that the governor of the circular island also promised to build an 800-meter airport runway next to the island, so that the air force brothers can stop there in the future. This is also one of the benefits brought by that pipeline. (Show teeth )”

  WC really has mosquitoes: "After all, we will rely on us for water and electricity in the future. It seems that it is not too much to stop the plane. (Squinting smile

  Battlefield atmosphere group: "Is 800 meters too short?"

  WC really has mosquitoes: "It's not short, three to four hundred meters is enough for W-2. By the way, I heard that a new model will be released soon. You can look forward to it. (Funny

Fang Chang: "In short, since the effect of infrastructure construction is good, we will focus on infrastructure construction in the next stage. As long as all or most of the thirteen islands of the Federation are connected to the fresh water and power supply network starting from Chips Harbor, even if we Without garrisoning troops there, we can also gain control of the region through indirect economic means."

  Old Bai: "Like Silver Moon Bay?"

  Fang Chang: "Almost."

  Although the frequent irrational behavior of the Xilan Empire caused the Hump Kingdom to request the alliance to send troops to Yinyue Bay, and even offered to bear all the expenses, but this matter has not yet been discussed.

  The alliance is currently reconstructing the military system, revoking the original combat organization of ten thousand troops, and restoring the army, division, brigade, regiment, battalion, company, platoon, and squad sequence of the People's Federation era.

  Of course, this mainly involves NPC corps. Player corps can still call their corps leader BOSS or boss according to their preferences.

In this way, Fang Chang was drawing cakes with a group of forum water friends, depicting a beautiful blueprint for the future of the southern sea area, while encouraging them to rush to the tower, and persuaded Aguang to open the first casino in Hegu Province—oh no, the stock exchange .

  In fact, if you don’t consider that the southern sea area is right next to the Torch Church, it is indeed a place with unlimited investment potential, and Baiyue’s various businesses are definitely low-risk and high-yield.

  However, just when he reached the critical point, a certain shareholder of Baiyue Company suddenly jumped out.

  Tail: "Shock! Big news! Σ(°Д°;)っ"

   Quitting smoking: "What's going on?"

  Luo Yu: "?"

  Tail: "Neighbors at Chip Harbor! Fight! (ω

  Old Bai: "...?"

  Fang Chang: "???"

  Ye Shi: "Good guy, Ah Guang flipped the table. (Funny

   In less than a minute...

  The entire forum instantly boiled! -

   (Ask for a monthly ticket brothers T.T)