This Game Is Too Realistic

In the southern waters of North Island, at the port of the military port, a majestic warship is standing in the center of the harbor.

Its name is "Haiya".

With a length of nearly 400 meters and a displacement of nearly 70,000 tons, it looks like a monster lying in its lair. So much so that the cruisers and destroyers parked next to it were all eclipsed, just like the eggs it hatched.

The angular and sloping armor covered every corner of the ship's body, and thick and long gun barrels stood in front and behind the bridge, pointing toward the sky.

The most eye-catching one among them is naturally the giant cannon located on the bow deck!

Its power cannot be described simply by its caliber. The barrel as thick as a locomotive does not look like something that would appear in a naval battle at all.

And this is indeed the case.

There was no such thing as a navy in the era of the People's Federation. This giant cannon was originally dismantled from a starship, so its power could not be measured with conventional weapons.

At this moment, the personnel on the ship seemed to have received the signal. The battleship, which was parked quietly in the port, sounded an alarm bell. Driven by the nuclear fusion reactor, it slowly moved its huge body and sailed about three to five hundred meters away from the dock.

Immediately afterwards, the sharp-edged barrel slowly rose, and then slowly unfolded to both sides, like a belly cut open in the middle, exposing the entirety of the originally closed barrel.

The violent current made a buzzing sound, and even the nearby air became restless. The violently changing magnetic field scared away the nearby fish.

The bridge of the Haiya.

The captain stared intently at the calculated shooting elements and predicted trajectories on the screen.

In the image, I saw a cone with an arc-shaped central axis, spanning the spherical sea surface and covering the sky above a small island.

That's Anle Island!

The second largest military port in the southern waters is also the base camp of rebels and puppet authorities.

After learning that the submarine Han Ye was sunk while performing a mission in the Coral City area, President Charas immediately issued an order to bomb Anle Island!

They want to avenge the fifty comrades who died on the Hanye!

At this time, his adjutant came from the side, made a military salute with a determined look, and reported.

"Calibration completed!"

The captain nodded slowly, paused for only two seconds, and then gave the decisive order.

"Fire!"

The blue plasma accumulates terrifying energy deep in the barrel, and is released instantly as the attack order is given!

“Buzz——!”

The wave that originally hit the bow of the ship was pushed back by the terrifying energy in an instant, and was shattered into pieces of fine mist with the waves that followed.

The nearby seawater seemed to collapse two meters down, and then bounced back violently. A hot white light shot out from the center of the swaying water waves and rushed towards the sky, violently tearing apart the black clouds pressing down on the sky.

The nearly 70,000-ton battleship was shaken by the terrifying recoil force.

And this is just the first shot!

In less than ten seconds, the capacitor completed charging again, and then another hot white light shot into the sky.

Onlookers stood on the shore not far away, mainly soldiers from the nearby military port and port staff.

After the evening incident, President Chalas announced a curfew and not a soul was seen on the streets. However, the windows of each building were more or less open, watching the lightning rising from the sea.

Looking at the battleship in the distance that even changed the color of the night sky, the man standing on the dock shook his head.

"...It is too wasteful to use this thing to carry out strategic strike missions. It is better to drive the cruiser over and shoot a few drones or missiles."

His name is Varro, and he is a corporal of the Marine Corps. He is currently wearing an exoskeleton painted in navy blue, with unloaded ammunition hanging on his belt.

A few hours ago, they carried out the task of occupying the presidential palace and witnessed the collapse of a building and the end of a brief but beautiful era.

Although Charas still calls himself president and everything seems to be the same as before, everyone knows that he has turned into a giant "Laken".

No force can restrain him anymore.

"Without submarine cover, it might still be a bit dangerous to just rely on a few destroyers for escort..." Standing next to Varro, Staff Sergeant Wangpa, holding a telescope, stared at the warship intently, and said with a sloppy grin on his face, " Not surprisingly, it only dares to drive this far now.”

Battles are beyond visual range on the sea, and the same is true below the sea.

Even the Federation's strongest battleship "Haiya" cannot withstand a few nuclear-powered torpedoes.

If the Federation's battleships exist to hunt down Legion's airships, then the Federation's submarines are designed to check and balance the Federation's battleships.

Vault 70 has always been worried that "people outside" would steal the treasures picked up by their ancestors from near the Tiangong. Therefore, in the past century, many strange ideas have been born in this sea area.

Among them are "cargo ships" like the Dolphin that can be driven back to the bottom of the sea at any time, as well as attack nuclear-powered submarines developed with their own warships as imaginary enemies, as well as destroyers designed with their own submarines as imaginary enemies, and cruisers designed with their own destroyers as imaginary enemies. wait.

On the surface, the Anle Island authorities have two fewer ships than the North Island authorities, but the three extra submarines are a big trouble, especially now that the North Island authorities have lost their only submarine, the "Hanye".

It is obvious that Mr. Charas is well aware of the cards he holds.

Varro looked at the commander standing aside and asked in confusion.

"I remember correctly that the main gun is for anti-ships. It may not be very effective against ground targets. And I heard that a shell is not cheap."

Putting down the telescope in his hand, Wang Pa narrowed his eyes and spoke concisely.

"The value of a strategic strike is not entirely reflected in the number of destructions."

"……What's the meaning?"

Wang Pa looked at his subordinates standing aside and said meaningfully.

"Why do you think there are seven governors on our side except the North Island where the capital is located?"

Varro: "Isn't it because of Mr. Chalas?"

"It's because they are all within a thousand kilometers, and it's because they have to be responsible for their own residents, that's all."

After a pause, he suddenly smiled and reached out to pat Varo's shoulder.

"Just like you and me, we have to be responsible for our own identity."

After speaking, he passed by Varo and walked towards the direction of the military camp.

To be honest, he agreed that the survivors in the southern sea should decide their own destiny and stop internal friction and expand outward, but he did not agree with Chalas' approach.

Even if President Mongo has problems, he should be tried by the law, not lynched by the Marine Corps.

But unfortunately, he is just a sergeant, and above him there are sergeants and people who can really command them.

at this point.

No matter what his children will think of them in the future, they can only keep fighting now.

It's just that he always has a premonition.

This war may be more difficult than everyone imagines...

…

Anle Island.

A series of thunder broke through the tranquility, and a deafening roar fell on the sea and land.

A mass bomb weighing half a ton is like an artificially cast meteor. Even if there is no charge in it, it can still cause huge destructive power just by relying on pure kinetic energy!

The front end of the cannonball was compressed to the point of solid air, and the rear end was forcibly pulled out of a vacuum belt. The huge air pressure difference frantically tore the warhead of the cannonball, burning the remaining resistance coating. .

In this process, the temperature of the cannonball continues to rise until it reaches a certain critical point of collapse——

One of the mass bombs disintegrated and detonated in the air, bursting out with hot white light and metallic solution, and rushed towards the buildings on the island like fireworks.

The other two landed straight on the island, slamming into two billows of dust.

As for the remaining seven cannonballs, they all crashed into the sea and disappeared after crashing into a column of boiling water.

Even after careful calculations, even taking into account the rotation of the earth, the distance of more than a thousand kilometers is too far. In a parallel world, it is equivalent to going from "Xisha" to "Brunei".

The actual distance of ten mass bombs flying in the air is far more than a thousand kilometers. It is better to say that it is a miracle that three of them hit the island.

The two shells that directly hit the island carved two deep craters in the mountain, but did not hit the harbor and submarine factory behind the mountain, and did not cause any casualties.

On the contrary, the mass bomb detonated in the air caused greater damage. The glass of many nearby houses was shattered, and there were holes and debris burned by the metal slag on the roof.

It has long been expected that North Island will launch a strategic attack. The authorities of Anle Island have evacuated tens of thousands of residents on the island to the vicinity of the submarine factory on the south side of the mountain in advance.

Since most of these residents were military personnel or family members of military factory workers, and most of them had strong discipline, the evacuation did not cause much chaos.

In the command post, Commander Li Minghui frowned and stared at the sea chart spread out on the table. The ashtray next to him was filled with cigarette butts.

What worries him is not entirely the battleships on the North Island, but also the bad news from the deep south——

The Governor of the Roundabout said in his last call back that the residents of the Roundabout had joined the South Sea Alliance.

This is undoubtedly bad news.

Not only does it mean that the Anle Island authorities will have four settlements facing Beidao, which has eight settlements and controls sea rights, but also has to worry about the impact of the separation of the ring island on the legitimacy of the "Declaration".

This is no small matter.

After all, their declaration is the constitution, and the legitimacy of the Anle Island authorities is conferred by that declaration.

Charas was able to ignore legality because he had enough naval guns.

But he couldn't take it seriously, and the reason was very practical, because their fists were not big enough.

Let alone building a few more submarines now, if we delay it for another two months, we might not even be able to make ends meet.

Just now, Charas signed the first presidential decree since taking office, announcing martial law and curfew in North Island, and has completely taken control of the situation.

The first order he signed was to announce the implementation of a rationing system for food and supplies on the island, requiring locals to tighten their belts to support him in the war.

Fortunately, this order was not announced through the radio, so Charas probably didn't know it yet.

If that guy knew, I'm afraid he would laugh out loud...

Just when Li Minghui was thinking about how to solve the current problem, his guards stood at the door and gave a military salute.

"Report! News coming from the direction of Vault 70!"

"Shelter No. 70?" Li Minghui was stunned for a moment, the expression on his face clearly showed surprise, but he quickly recovered and asked, "...what did they say?"

The guard reported truthfully.

"They want to talk to you!"

Li Minghui pondered for a moment, without hesitation, immediately put down the pen in his hand and followed the guard to the communication room.

Instructing the guards to watch the door and not let anyone get close, he picked up the headset hanging on the radio and put it on his head.

"This is the Anle Island Naval Command. I am Li Minghui, the top person in charge here. Who are you?"

A response came quickly from the other side of the communication channel,

"Chen Jianhong, the captain of the Dolphin, the residents of Vault 70, and their somewhat trustworthy representative."

Li Minghui frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"What do you want to say?"

“…an idea that may surprise you, but it’s also the best solution we can think of at the moment.”

"you say."

"Let's join forces, or to put it more accurately, I hope we join forces."

It was quiet for a while in front of the radio station, leaving only the slight rustling sound of electricity. There was no movement for a long time.

"joint……"

Squeezing out the word from the gap between his lips, Li Minghui's facial expression couldn't help but twitch, and he said in a strange tone, "Is it too late for you to say this now?"

"I think it is never too late. We have studied your declaration and drafted a new declaration. From now on, the refuge managers will no longer have the right to manage all affairs in the southern seas, and will only manage refuges in accordance with the refuge management regulations." Manage the internal affairs of the institute. At the same time, all survivors in the southern seas have the same rights as the residents of the shelter, not only education and medical care, but also legislation, becoming a commander or other... Isn't this what you are pursuing? ?"

When he said this, Chen Jianhong paused and continued.

"Now that we've taken off our coats, what about you?"

Li Minghui narrowed his eyes.

"Who can ensure that you keep your promises?"

There was a chuckle from the other end of the radio.

"Aren't you right here? Or are three submarines not enough for you to straighten your waist?"

Li Minghui also laughed, and his expression gradually became colder.

"...Don't forget that I am the person who least trusts you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sit in this position."

"That's great. If you're the kind of guy who just listens to whatever we say, I'd hesitate to take off this coat now... Look, we're not all bad. Do it, at least the first generation of administrators let you receive education, otherwise you will be like those guys in Borneo."

When he said this, Chen Jianhong suddenly thought of something and continued.

"By the way, I was so busy trying to win over you that I almost forgot to get down to business. We established the Southern Sea Survivors Alliance, referred to as the South Sea Alliance. After that, we plan to rebuild the ocean current power station, starting from the part of the seabed we can control, and then restore the coral city ​​and the production facilities there, and ultimately work with our allies to defeat the enemy to the north."

There was still half a sentence he didn't say.

In order to achieve this goal, they need three submarines from Anle Island.

Without the protection of a submarine, dozens of mutants would be a headache for them.

Even if the Alliance would support their defense, he couldn't bear to see those people holding small water pipes and shooting at the bottom of the sea with mutants.

Those noble people should take their nobleness to the new era instead of dying with the beasts...

Li Minghui squinted his eyes slightly, thinking over and over again in his mind what he said.

This is indeed a good idea.

When he was discussing with his staff just now, he also considered relying on Anle Island's advantage on the seabed to resume production at the Coral City and Anle Island factories as soon as possible, and to get a few more submarines out before Beidao's destroyers started launching in batches.

Winning the support of the alliance is the key to their realization of this plan.

After all, it is impractical to mine seabed mineral deposits now. The main processing facilities are in the hands of Charas, and with the little inventory of materials on the island, I am afraid that not even a submarine can be built.

"The Alliance...have you already contacted them?"

"Yes," Chen Jianhong admitted straightforwardly, "not just the alliance, but also the roundabouts that are already on our side. After that, I plan to fight for the other three settlements that are on your side. The most optimistic scenario is that we can bring you along and have six settlements including Coral City. Even if Charas is still difficult to deal with, our power is much stronger than it is now."

"They won't stand on your side," he hummed this sentence in a cold voice, but Li Minghui felt that he didn't have any confidence, so he added at the end, "Why don't we find an alliance ourselves?"

Chen Jianhong smiled and said.

"Do you think they will choose you?"

Li Minghui snorted coldly.

"Why not? They can even unite with the feudal lords of Luoxia Province. Even if we are not as good as President Meng Ge's era, we will definitely be much better than the feudal kingdom!"

Chen Jianhong sighed and said.

"If you only look at the surface, that's true. But if you had really been to Luoxia Province, you wouldn't say such stupid things."

Li Minghui frowned.

"What's the meaning?"

Chen Jianhong continued.

"The reason why there is still a royal family in Luoxia Province is because the local survivors have chosen their own traditions and beliefs from the bottom of their hearts. For this reason, they are not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice. If the survivors of the southern seas unite with you from the bottom of their hearts, Of course the alliance won't mind cooperating with you, but look around you, are there people like that next to you? Or... do you have such a high level of 'legitimacy'?"

After a pause, he said to the point.

"Moreover, they have never united with the king, but have always been local survivors. They built railways, built schools, and hospitals for the local people, including the abolition of slavery. Which of them was for the king? The king does not need those things! They just But I didn’t put my own equality on the bullet and force it on the locals!”

"This area of ​​the sea would be better off without you. I don't think they have any reason to let middlemen make the difference. They could try what they did in Falcon Kingdom, like giving a gun to those people behind you." . Those guys dare to shoot at you, do you have the guts to order to fire at them?"

Li Minghui was speechless for a moment, looking straight at the radio station speechless.

really……

The southern sea area and Luoxia Province are completely different places.

There is no feudal tradition here at all, and the education rate even exceeds that of the alliance he is eager to win over!

The war between the survivors of the islands and Vault 70 is to fight for equality, and the war between the Anle Island authorities and the North Island authorities is also to defend this hard-won right from being usurped by careerists like Charas.

If he ends up becoming the same "treacherous hero" as Charas, launching a war in the name of the declaration, then abolishing the declaration in the name of war, and finally seizing all the rights into his own hands... then the four governors will not stand by him at all. On the other hand, even if you are on his side now, you will definitely oppose him when you come to your senses.

After all, both sides are equally bad, so why not side with the bigger caliber?

You have to choose between faith and sword.

Supporting the Anle Island authorities is not without risks. They all have to be responsible for their own residents.

But if he chooses to be someone completely different from Charas, to become a real hero fighting for the Constitution, and to fulfill his promise in his oath of office when everything is over, to reject the peace that lies and to achieve true unity...

That seems to be no different from immediately accepting the olive branch offered by the Southern Maritime Alliance.

No matter what happened in the past, the current residents of Vault 70 are also fighting for the ideal of equality and taking the initiative to take off their coats.

That being the case, why not fulfill this promise now?

He only needs to nod his head and fulfill his words, then they can achieve the true union, and he can die a good death as a hero...

A trace of struggle appeared on Li Minghui's face, and he involuntarily clenched his fist in front of the radio station.

If he had faced this choice a day ago, he probably wouldn't have agreed without any hesitation.

But now, he finally stood above thousands of people... No matter it was the one who was put on the shelf, or it was what he longed for in his heart.

He is not a saint after all...

This is so difficult!

As if sensing his hesitation, another sincere piece of advice came over the radio.

"Admit it, this is not Luoxia Province, nor is it Borneo Province. Neither Charas nor you have a chance to be the king. The guy who first cooked his butt has lost his hat and ran away."

"If you think you are more professional than that guy, you can take a gamble with that unrealistic idea, but if he can run away, you can't! Or you can fulfill your promise on the broadcast and put it on the line. Do what you started to do until the end!"

Chen Jianhong spoke word by word, repeating what he heard on the radio.

Regardless of whether he meant it or not, at least it came from his mouth.

"...We will never compromise with the beast, let alone accept a peace maintained by lies."

"What we need is true unity!"

"for real!"

…

…

"...We will never compromise with the beasts, and we will never tolerate the Torch Church to continue their stupid experiments, and watch them lead the last pure land under our feet into an irreversible abyss!"

Shuguang City, the auditorium of the Nian Community Building.

There were more than two hundred people sitting in the semi-arc conference venue, and solemn voices echoed above the heads of every participant.

Sitting here are representatives of various settlements.

The farthest ones are from Triumph City and Ideal City, and the nearest ones are from the kingdom next door, and even the Garbage City just east of Dawn City, and the slightly farther Bugla Free State, which replaces the Great Rift Valley.

In addition, there are a large number of survivor forces from the eastern provinces and western provinces. Their strength varies, but most of them play relatively important roles in the local area.

The entire conference building was completed by the construction team of the enterprise and the college. During the period, the commander of the Legion served as project supervision. Therefore, the construction period that could have been completed in one month ended up taking only two months.

Compared to the inconsequential building itself, the more than two hundred people sitting during the meeting were mostly the diplomatic achievements of the alliance.

After all, whether they were attracted here by legions, colleges, or companies, in the final analysis, it was the Alliance that brought them here from all over the Central Continent.

At this moment, the respected alliance manager was standing on the podium in the center of the venue giving an impassioned speech.

Countless pairs of eyes focused on the man, especially the representatives from the academy, who listened particularly carefully. They even turned on the video recording function of the bionic prosthetic eye and the vertical stabilization of the neck prosthesis to ensure that the camera would not shake.

Like that was some important sociological material.

Of course, maybe that guy is used to it. I heard that everyone in the academy is like this.

Benoit, who was sitting in the front row with his legs crossed, curled his lips in disapproval and wasn't listening very carefully.

Maybe that guy was right, and the survivors in the wasteland should indeed join forces to do something, at least unite on the issue of "mutant slime mold" that endangers everyone's survival.

But is this a problem that can be solved by just talking?

Each of the guys sitting here, including the guy standing on the stage, each of them represents a collective, which one has made more sacrifices than Willant to solve the mutant slime mold?

Is it a company that operates behind closed doors? Or is it a college hiding behind the swamp and building ships behind closed doors?

Let alone an alliance that was only established a few years ago. I'm afraid more people have died at the hands of slime molds than they have. Let's wait fifty years before competing with them.

Some young officers may have forgotten, but he is too aware of the history of blood and tears of the Weirant people.

The guys from the War and Construction Committee "created" them just to deal with slime mold. The reason why their nose bridges changed from shackles to today's medals was because they punched them out bit by bit with their fists!

As for the "ally" sitting next to him, that empire, Benoit didn't even bother to look at him.

There is no mutant slime mold in Borneo. Those guys have been fighting against their own people all their lives. If there is no label, they will make labels and put them on and then fight. It has only stopped in these years. But according to the governor sent there by Triumph City, it seems like fighting is about to start again recently.

Benoit couldn't help but yawned, and his bored eyes drifted towards Enterprise, who was also sitting in the front row.

He didn't even have to guess. Most likely, that guy had already reached some kind of private agreement with the alliance before the meeting, and he would definitely vote in favor of it soon.

Just as he was yawning, the guy sitting next to him, whom he despised the most, reacted completely differently to the voice on the podium.

Staring intently at the figure standing in front of the podium, Niyang, who attended the meeting on behalf of Duke Jarawa, could not help but hold his breath. A pair of small eyes were filled with enthusiasm and desire, as if he was hiding on the stove. shadow

It would be great if he could follow that adult. He would be willing to be a member of the rat tribe for ten more lifetimes...

The ups and downs of his voice were like beating war drums. Just listening to him speak made Niyang feel his heart beating so hard, as if it was about to fly out of his throat.

Compared with that gentleman whose whole body shone with warmth, his "noble" Duke was simply a scumbag!

No--

How dare that sick man compare with this adult?

Not to mention that guy couldn't compare with that adult, even the big nose sitting next to him was just a rat in the gutter in front of that adult.

In terms of bloodline, who can be more pure than the bloodline of Shelter Sanctuary?

In terms of ability, they stood up from the ruins in just a few years!

Not to mention knowledge and experience, the smartest guys in the wasteland had their heads sharpened and ran towards them. Even the stingiest and most contemptuous guys in the north reluctantly admitted that they did possess some knowledge that they did not understand, and were willing to exchange real good things with them.

Speaking of his understanding of the alliance, Niyang, who never misses a newspaper, can even confidently say that he knows this place better than the people living here, and even knows the adult better than them!

There is no doubt that he is a true fan of that gentleman!

Although he knows his identity very well, he is just a humble rat tribe member...

As for the dirty robber sitting next to him, Niyang didn't even bother to look at him.

Duke Galava could not see clearly, nor could his Majesty, but he knew very well which beast had done the most harm to his compatriots.

Standing on the podium, Chu Guang suddenly felt an uncontrollable chill, as if he was being peeped by something.

Facts have proved that having too high a perception is not necessarily a good thing, and it is easy to become suspicious.

Most of the people sitting here were staring at him, listening to every word and sentence he said.

No matter what, there is no need to keep a close eye on...

Although I am confused, now is not the time to pay attention to such trivial matters.

Chu Guang, who continued his speech to the end, clenched his right fist and placed it on the podium gently.

"...Everyone, since entering the Wasteland Era, we are facing the most severe crisis in two hundred years!"

"If we don't completely nip it in the cradle while its wings are still young, all our efforts to rebuild this world will be in vain!"

"We will take the lead and launch an offensive against the Torch Church's sphere of influence from the north! However, relying on our strength alone is not enough to solve all problems. I need you to temporarily put aside unresolved conflicts and disputes, at least for now-"

"Let us unite again for the same goal!"

Looking at the entire venue with sharp eyes, Chu Guang put his hands on the lecture table.

Just as he expected, applause started from the first row and spread to the entire audience in a matter of seconds.

Whether it is their allies, former opponents, or empires that have just had a conflict...

Everyone, without exception, voted in favor of this just war.

In fact, from the beginning, Chu Guang had no doubt that the Torch Church had no chance of winning.

That group of lunatics tried their best and painstakingly planned the layout, but they only managed to win over a few islands, and they did so in a seemingly unrelated way.

On the other hand, on his own side, through the victory four months ago and the past four months of lobbying and mobilization, he has already gathered a force that is far more powerful than the "Kingdom of Heaven" mentioned by those lunatics.

No matter what kind of struggle those crazy people plan to do.

From the moment they attempted to make enemies of all survivors in the entire wasteland, their fate was doomed!