This Game Is Too Realistic

Just when Absek was lamenting that a group of "insects" were really hard to handle, Committee member Kabah, who "stole the limelight" during the educational reform, didn't know that he had just been slandered by a "distinguished insect" .

It is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but in the eyes of beauty, is it not the same?

I can’t understand the logic from the front, but when I look at it backwards, everything becomes clear.

At least from the point of view of the Kabah Committee, Absek really had nothing to complain about.

It is an indisputable fact that the Tiandu Federation cannot unite neither conservatives nor radicals. This cannot be blamed on his sour and smelly literati head.

Just like the huge Xilan Empire, women and eunuchs will not die.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Xi Lan's energy has been exhausted from the moment Wu Tuo escaped.

However, the Federation has done one thing well, at least it has given ordinary people hope.

And the solution that a group of people come up with together is much smarter than the fuss and fuss that a few inbred princes and nobles come up with behind closed doors and pat their heads.

If the empire's cohesion is negative, then the Tiandu Federation's cohesion is always positive.

While bombers were buzzing all over the sky, a group of the most knowledgeable people in Borneo were gathering together to hold a reading club and make friends through literature.

Of course, using literature to make friends is actually just a pretext for being elegant.

The organizers, including members of Kabah and Nyang, are mainly engaged in educational matters, and to find talented people from all walks of life to serve as lecturers and professors, while at the same time gathering the strength of the few scholars in the entire Borneo Province. .

Although their power is much smaller than that of other sectors of society, there are still things that only they can do and have to do.

As for the occasional distant or near explosions, they pretended not to hear them while sitting in a small courtyard.

In just one week, everyone has gone from being reserved when they first met to becoming close friends who talk about everything.

Although most of the time the views are different or even diametrically opposed, there is no sharp contradiction that hurts the harmony.

After all, even if there are many different opinions, everyone has the same position on one thing.

That is salvation.

One morning, Commissioner Cabaha, who was sitting in the yard, looked at the "Daily Survivor" in his hand, shook his head and frowned.

"This slave turned over and became a master, and his airs were even more ridiculous than his master's."

Unlike Abu Saik, the first thing he thought of was not the other party, or not just the other party, but also the captains of ten thousand who were all looking at him coldly.

These guys were just dock workers a year ago. In just a few months, they have already regarded themselves as the masters of Borneo, forgetting that they were also ordinary people.

Sitting next to Commissioner Cabaha, a well-dressed young man asked with a smile.

"Oh? Then what does Mr. Carbaha think led to such a result?"

His name is Meng Jie, whose original name is Mengqi. He belongs to the Yue tribe who immigrated to Friesport in the early days, and this can be seen from his full "alliance" name.

During the Xilan Empire period, the Alliance Scientific Research Group sent a scientific research team to the Rowell Camp in Golden Gallen Harbor for the purpose of sociological research.

At that time, he assisted Ms. Han Mingyue in her work as an assistant. After the research came to an end, he entered Camp 101 for further study on the recommendation of the researcher, and met Ni Yang in Dawn City, who was still working in the embassy.

There was a time when Niyang lacked inspiration, and he even acted as a "mercenary" and submitted articles to "Dawn Garden Newspaper".

Compared to Niyan, who made up random things that Duke Galawa liked to hear, he preferred to talk about some of the actual problems of the alliance in the newspaper.

For example, the miraculous victory of the Boulder Workers' Association led to the proliferation of radicals within the alliance, and the voices and opinions of conservatives have been ignored for a long time.

Boulder City was a wild horse that ran wild, running wildly for a century and a half before collapsing, and how could the new alliance be the same?

They are just racing down another road, and they also need to equip themselves with a saddle and bridle.

However, this newspaper is a product for infants and young children after all, and has not been publicly distributed in the alliance.

And the real audience of the newspaper did not like his mild criticism.

On the contrary, he submitted the same article to the "Goblin Observer" and caused some controversy.

But that's another topic.

Anyway, at Niyang's invitation, he had already changed his name and came back from the alliance to serve as professor and president of Mammoth University.

Niyang himself, on the other hand, stepped behind the scenes and became a school director.

Lacy hopes that he can serve as education minister and open more schools in Mammoth State and even the three northern states.

As for whether there are other political intentions such as "actual control of the three northern continents" behind this, that is another topic.

"Human beings, or rather the bad roots of human nature," Kabaha lit the cigarette ashes and sighed, "Borneo Province needs a complete ideological change to destroy all old things before it can truly and thoroughly embrace civilization. .”

"If you don't do this, even if you go to the Alliance, they will just move a thousand pillars."

Meng Jie smiled and shook his head.

"Old sir, you are too extreme. The person who blocked the car was a Paro, the one who repaired the car was also a Paro, and the people sitting in that car were probably Paros. How can this be blamed on the bad roots of human nature? The Alliance has There is a proverb that probably means that life is a blank slate, and whether one can become a talented person depends on his acquired education. I think this is not so much a shortcoming of human nature, but rather a lack of education."

After a pause, he said again.

"Of course, for this matter to ferment like this, there are also factors that are fueled by conservative forces within the league. They have ignored conservative voices for too long, and it is inevitable that they will be backlashed now. However, for the league itself, this is the time to put the brakes on It’s not a bad thing to brake when the time comes.”

He had written editorials in newspapers long ago, and he was not the only one to make similar arguments.

Although he is not opposed to reflecting on his own problems, it is obviously biased to blame all problems on the bad roots of Borneo and human nature, and if he tries to change it in this way, it would be overkill.

Watching the argument between Commissioner Cabaha and Meng Jie, Niyang, who was sitting aside smoking and reading a newspaper, interrupted with a smile.

"Although I usually quarrel with Mr. Carbaja, I have to say something for him this time. Regardless of whether there are forces within the alliance that are fueling the situation, it cannot change our own problems."

"The Wilantes have the bad roots of the Wilantes, and the Borneos have the bad roots of the Borneos. No one is inferior to the other, and no one is nobler than the other. Moreover, the more severe the suffering, the more serious the disease will be, and the stubborn disease will also become more serious. The harder it is to eradicate it. If you want to cure the disease, you still have to take strong medicine and cut it from the root."

"Mr. Meng Jie, when we discuss issues, we can't always refute without establishing arguments. You are a principal after all. Let us listen to your advice on how to cure this disease."

Listening to Ni Yang's teasing, Meng Jie laughed and said.

"You praise me too much. You gave me the chance to become the principal instead."

Niyang said with a smile.

"I dare not say that. I remember that I begged you to come here. You are here to help me. Don't belittle yourself."

"Then forgive my humble opinion," Meng Jie smiled and continued in a casual tone, "In my opinion, the Borneo people are not much different from the survivors in other parts of the wasteland. It's just that this area The land lacks equality and fraternity. I agree with part of your point of view. We need an ideological change, but it is not necessary to completely tear down the thousand pillars. We only need to give them what they lack. As long as they are fine, these thousand pillars may not be able to serve as load-bearing walls in the new era."

The final analysis is that they did not come up with new theories, but they kept thinking about the same old things for too long. Once they could not keep up with the needs of reality, the theories turned into religions.

If Niyang and Kabaja focus on "change" in this ideological reform movement, then the focus they advocate is "new".

Although he didn't have the confidence to convince them, there was nothing wrong with everyone expressing their opinions and discussing it.

"I disagree." Cabaha shook his head, "Mr. Meng Jie's view is too conservative. Giving us another thousand or hundreds of years may be appropriate, but it may not be appropriate at this critical moment of life and death."

"Forgive me for saying this is a fallacy. We still have a long way to go. In fact, it is still too late to go slower. Looking at the longer timeline, moderate reforms may not necessarily lose to radical changes."

Not wanting to continue arguing with these two "radicals" on this fruitless topic, Meng Jie turned over a page of the newspaper in his hand and saw a celebrity who was in the limelight in the public opinion field, so he changed the topic with a smile and said, "Speaking of which, Zaid has become quite famous recently. What do you two think?"

Niyang pouted.

"The bandit leader who followed Shah Rukh, and his subordinates Gopal and Aryan are the same. He is cruel to the enemy, and even more cruel to his own people. I don't even look down on Shah Rukh. You ask me about What does his opinion mean? Are there still one or two less people in Golden Gallen Port after they are full? Let me tell you, every one of these guys will have to pay the price for their stupidity and naivety sooner or later."

Kabah frowned.

"I have met this man. He is quite knowledgeable in how he treats people and talks. He is not as bad as you said."

Niyang glanced at Kabaha in astonishment, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Are you serious?"

Meng Jie closed the newspaper in his hand and shook his head in confusion.

Unexpectedly, here, the "radicals" also have their own differences.

Looking at the two people facing each other tit for tat, he couldn't tell whether he was on the left or the right for a moment.

…

Sails Harbor.

At the Borneo Theater Command of the Southern Army, General Gurion, standing in the conference room, was reporting the previous stage of combat to the General Staff of the Southern Army.

Since the northern and eastern front forces entered the strategic stalemate stage, the actual control areas of the warring parties have not changed significantly. The only changes are the casualty numbers in the battle reports and the mutual equipment losses.

In general, the battle-to-exchange ratio of the Southern Army can be controlled at around 1:3.

This statistics may be different from the battle reports of Borneo and Mammoth Kingdom, but basically it will not be too far apart.

It is human nature to report good news but not bad news, so Gulyon naturally could not help but focus his report on the casualty ratio of both sides and the effect of the bombing of Tiandu.

All in all, the Southern Army has a great strategic advantage, and the tactical advantage is also not small.

Due to the investment in a large amount of new equipment, the casualty rate of the Southern Army has dropped significantly, and it is no longer as unprepared as before when dealing with the alliance's electromagnetic weapons.

Everything is going in the right direction.

Although the Yongye Port Radio Station incident some time ago dampened the morale of some frontline soldiers, due to the timely information blockade and thorough ideological preparations, it did not shake the confidence of the frontline soldiers in winning this war.

However, just when Gulion was vividly describing the victories of the frontline troops one after another, the Chief of General Staff suddenly coughed and interrupted his words.

"General Guion, do you know how many people are born every day in an old-era province with hundreds of millions of survivors?"

Guion was stunned for a moment, wondering why the Chief of General Staff suddenly asked this question.

Without waiting for his answer, the holographic image suspended in front of the conference table continued.

"Ten thousand people, at least."

"The poorer the place, the more fertile it is. As for why I shouldn't remind you. There are tens of millions of people in the Lion State alone under our control. Their fecundity and vitality are like cockroaches, and their actual number has probably already It’s beyond our imagination.”

"So, don't stress to me how many people you killed today and how many you killed yesterday. If the time is extended, the numbers you reported to me will not be worth mentioning at all. At most, their average age will be lowered."

"If we fall into a protracted war of attrition, our enemies will get younger and younger, or even more numerous...and in turn, in this process, our outstanding soldiers and generals will continue to be attrited until they are pulled down by them in the protracted attrition. On the same level.”

Gulion's expression was a little embarrassed.

Of course he knew there was a problem, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Since the failure of the general attack in Tiandu, the entire Borneo war zone lost five airships at once and retreated hundreds of kilometers in embarrassment. His troops had actually lost the ability to continue the attack.

Unless he completely ignores the casualties of his men, or the headquarters sends more airship reinforcements.

The former is detrimental to the long-term war situation, while the latter is even more impractical until the cause of the airship crash is investigated.

Although he didn't want to say it, it was actually like this——

In this war that broke out in Borneo, the outcome can no longer be determined by the people trapped in this quagmire.

If the Southern Army wants to completely win this war, it may have to take a more radical approach and open a second battlefield on the Alliance's home soil.

Unfortunately, he is not in a position to intervene in such grand strategic decisions.

This involves not only the game between the Southern Legion and the Alliance, but also between the city of Avent and the city of Triumph.

Looking at General Gulion who couldn't hold back a word, the Chief of General Staff suddenly let him go with a light word.

"I already have a basic understanding of the battle situation on the front line. Just keep it up on your side. In addition, I also have two pieces of news here, which is good news for you."

General Gulion immediately showed respect.

"Please speak!"

The chief of general staff spoke slowly.

"The first thing is that our intelligence personnel have confirmed that the real cause of the airship crash is suspected to be related to the gravity well technology transferred from the academy to the alliance."

Gulion's expression instantly became serious.

"Academy...are they also participating in the war?"

This was not good news for him.

However, the chief of general staff didn't take it too seriously.

The machinations of the academy are difficult to guess, but their ultimate goal is clear.

What companies have given up is what they have spent their entire lives pursuing.

And it's easy to stop them.

It is much easier to crash a complex starship into the atmosphere than to shoot it into the sky.

It is precisely for this reason that although colleges are far more active in regional affairs than enterprises, the upper limit of what they can do is actually very low.

Transferring one or two technologies is already close to the limit of their support.

Looking at Gulion with a solemn expression, the Chief of General Staff slowly spoke and continued.

"It's not just once or twice that they've been hiding behind their backs to make small moves, but the willingness of those misers to transfer technology to the alliance really surprised us. I think there are probably other transactions behind this."

"However, this is not the point. The point is that we have cracked the mystery of how they shot down our airship. This kind of gravity well needs to be deployed in advance, is only effective in specific areas, and consumes a lot of energy... In fact, when they use gravity Shortly after the well, the 'Tiangong' in Tiandu crashed."

"Perhaps they have deployed other gravity well devices, but these targets can be detected in advance, whether it is with our drones or ground troops."

Hearing this, General Gulion's face instantly lit up with joy.

"That means...our airship can be reactivated?!"

The chief of general staff nodded.

"I will send a few more airships to the front line, but I still hope you will use them more for logistics transportation. Our opponents are different from before, and using airships to deal with them is not the most effective way."

"I hope you can flexibly use the new aircraft, individual armor, lasers and guided weapons sent to the front from the rear. The opponents standing in front of us are no longer just primitive people, we must also learn to keep pace with the times. .”

"This is not only to win the immediate war, but also to make long-term preparations for opening up a second or even third battlefield on the territory of the alliance and even the enterprise."

Open up a second or even third battlefield!

A trace of ecstasy appeared on General Gulion's face.

This was undoubtedly the best news he had heard this month!

The only problem is that the Southern Army does not have independent diplomatic rights.

So much so that their current war against Borneo Province is conducted in the name of the Xilan Empire.

It seems that the people above have an idea on how to unite other Weirant people to the Southern Legion's chariot.

Once the entire legion unites to launch an attack on the common enemy of the Valantians, all the current decline will be completely reversed!

Looking at the excited Guion, the chief of staff smiled lightly and continued.

"The second good news is that we have received intelligence that public opinion within the alliance is changing as the war continues. Obviously their resources are not unlimited, and the support from colleges and enterprises is not enough to completely fill this hole. Once their If the trend of thought changes to the right and we reduce our support to the rebels in Borneo, our opportunity will come."

"This is the basic situation... By the way, how is the development progress of the killing agent?"

"The shelter resident named Martin told me that it would take some time, and... he wanted the genetic source code of the Vaillant people, saying it was for more efficient identification of friend or foe. But we don't have that thing in Triumph City, He can only do the next best thing and find a few Weiland people to cooperate with him in the experiment." Gulion hesitated for a moment, and finally reported Martin's request.

The chief of general staff frowned.

"I'll think of a way."

After saying these words, the light blue light particles disappeared into the room.

Gulion breathed a sigh of relief, raised his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the empty conference room, feeling refreshed again.

The people above are studying to open up new battlefields.

If this could be done, he wouldn't have to shoulder all this alone.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the conference room.

After suppressing the smile on his face, Guion assumed a majestic posture and coughed towards the door.

"Come in."

An officer pushed the door open, stood at attention, performed a military salute, and made a serious report.

"Report! Our logistics troops stationed in Langzhou were attacked from the direction of Shezhou! The number of enemies is not small, with about nine thousand troops. Most of our stations and logistics transfer stations in the southern part of Langzhou were destroyed."

"Due to the situation, the local garrison was forced to move north to gather defense."

Snake State?

Guion narrowed his eyes and looked at the map hanging on the wall of the conference room.

That was Shah Rukh's territory, and it was also the "territory" of the Logistics Department, so much so that he almost forgot about this little corner.

"How many casualties?"

"The regular army suffered more than 900 casualties, and the servant army suffered nearly 3,000 casualties!"

The servant army died a bit more, but the casualties of the regular army were not serious.

Guion continued to ask.

"Who is the other party's commander?"

The officer continued to report.

"The commander's name is Grove, a wolf tribesman, and he is suspected to be a subordinate of Gopal, the old head of the Gray Wolf Army... However, the Gray Wolf Army headquarters has not taken any action, and the staff suspects that Shah Rukh is testing us. If we don't respond, If we fight back forcefully enough, they may judge that our rear is empty and take advantage of it."

"Testing?" Gulion sneered, "I don't think so, it seems like a wolf that is unfamiliar with it."

Those bastards from the logistics department.

In the past, for the sake of Shah Rukh's "keeping a low profile", he turned a blind eye to those shady deals and planned to deal with them after the outcome was decided with the alliance. As a result, these guys probably It was because I was so full from the smuggling business that I felt like I was good again.

Then don't blame him for being ruthless.

With his back to the officer standing at the door, General Gulion ordered coldly.

"Inform Captain Gibson that I will give him three troops of ten thousand men, one hundred thousand servants, and an aviation group. Give these blind people a lesson and fight them to the border of Snake State. Go up there and blow up until no one can be seen! Don’t worry about civilian casualties!”

Captain Gibson was previously the commander of the 340,000th, under Ryan.

Due to a tactical error, the 340,000th team unfortunately ran into the elite of the alliance and was almost wiped out by the Skeleton Corps and the Borneo 110,000th team in the Lion State.

After that, Gibson took a back seat and became a drunkard in a bar in Sailsport.

After all, they were the soldiers he brought out, and Guion didn't want to see him fall like this.

It just so happened that the 60th Armored Corps had just finished its riot control mission in Yongye Port, so let this guy lead the group of new recruits to the south to practice their skills.

While letting that guy regain his confidence, it also gave him a chance to make meritorious deeds.

The officer stood at attention, performed a military salute, and received his order neatly.

"yes!"

Just as the Alliance stopped a train, a massive offensive began quietly.

Two things that seem to have nothing to do with each other and are thousands of miles apart are inextricably linked behind the scenes.

The camera returns to Weifu City within the alliance.

Although the delayed bus resumed service five hours after the accident, Chu Guang's trip south was delayed for a full week.

On the one hand, this is due to the possibility of "copycats" appearing, and on the other hand, Chu Guang does not want to participate in the internal debate about radicals and conservatives within the alliance.

Citizens of the Alliance are no longer children. They should decide some things on their own, instead of calling their parents when something happens, or trying to get behind them.

Rather than suddenly dumping everything in the league to them one day in the future and then letting them go, he prefers to complete this matter step by step.

For example, now, he is slowly handing over the brakes and accelerator to their hands.

Anyway, with his hands on the steering wheel, he wasn't afraid of the car overturning.

When they, like the player, learn to control the speed of the car by themselves, he will gradually give up the steering wheel, just like the first-generation manager of Vault 404 slowly handed over authority to him.

He always had a hunch that the B5 layer that had not been unlocked might not be unlocked until after that incident, and all the confusion in his heart would be answered after that.

Chu Guang was still very confident in getting this last thing done.

No one is born knowing how to drive, but anything can be learned.

Moreover, he himself is a manager who rushes things to the next level. He could not even build a house in the early days. Although his ability is not impulsive, it is not too strong, and his mind is not too broad.

He still remembered that many years ago, he watched the players build houses, but he was also worried that the players would build strange obstacles to block his "view" and "movement", and sneak around to cause trouble, so he made a "limited Gao Ling" came out.

However, as trust was established, he gradually began to discover that, faced with a world that was so realistic that it could not be described in words, his players' feelings for the world were no less than those of him who had just arrived.

It is precisely because of this that many versions ago, he safely left many things to the players themselves, allowing them to lead the natives of the wasteland toward the new era on his behalf.

Facts have once again proved that what they did was actually not bad, and was even far more efficient than deploying everything themselves.

The Alliance cannot and cannot be like the People's League in the past, expecting to complete all goals in one step, overdrawing the future hundreds of years later to build an infinitely great utopia, and then leaving a devastated ruins to die.

Rather than experiencing straight ups and downs, he hopes his children will be on a sustainable path.

Of course, those are very far-off plans, and the gravity well won’t be activated until the end of the month.

As for the moment, Chu Guang, who was wearing holographic disguise, was sitting in a tavern in Kun Town, playing the messy Kun card with an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

To be honest, Chu Guang never expected that this mess of rules would become popular.

I have to say that Brother Mosquito is indeed a genius in marketing.

In comparison, the moles who copied the original game seemed a little dull.

However, one code equals another, and his card-playing skills are indeed not very good, and he was actually outsmarted by a newcomer who was just familiar with the rules.

Looking at Mosquito who couldn't hold back a card for a long time, Chu Guang, who was holding his chin with his right hand, couldn't help but yawned.

"Hurry up, all the flowers I've been waiting for have faded."

Mosquito wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled sadly, holding a bunch of cards in his hand. The bodyguards of the Guards Corps hidden in the crowd were so nervous that they couldn't help but put their hands into their pockets. .

"... Jie Jie Jie, brother, I have a lot of trouble. I didn't expect that I, the founder, could be driven to a dead end."

Amused by what he said, Chu Guang chuckled.

"Come on, if you're willing to admit defeat, just vote if you can't afford it."

"Vote? It's too early for you to be happy."

Mosquito smiled slyly again, grabbed three cards, and placed them on the table slowly like a villain.

"If I offer this fusion and offer two cards in my hand to summon a manager who rides Neeko...how should you respond?"

This Golden Legend Mosquito is usually not easily taken out, and even if it happens to be drawn, it will always be hidden in the hand.

After all, teasing managers in front of "NPCs" is a bit risky, and it's easy to meet people who can't afford it.

But the guy in front of me can understand all the jokes he says, and can also communicate with him in Mandarin. I guess he is also a player.

Since everyone is a player, it doesn't matter whether we can play or not.

Looking at the two 8's horizontally on the attack power and defense power, Chu Guang threw away his hand with a speechless expression.

MMP!

It’s okay for the Legion to print me on the playing cards, this piece of shit will learn from it.

He finally understood why the poker players around him stopped playing with this so-called "founder".

"Okay, okay, let's play like this, right?"

Looking at Mosquito with a victorious smile on his face, Chu Guang raised his hand and tapped his ear twice.

The holographic light and shadow covering his face shook, and ripples spread out from the tip of his nose, revealing the true face hidden under the phantom.

Facing the half-smiling eyes, Mosquito's smile froze on his face for an instant.

It was like walking at night and seeing a ghost.

"What the hell!?"

Just when Mosquito was trembling and waiting for the divine punishment to come, Chu Guang did not kick him off the line, but just took away the "Myself Riding Nico" on the table.

The light blue ripples closed at the tip of his nose again, and Chu Guang returned to his ordinary appearance.

"Managers are watching you. Do more good deeds in the future and don't take any chances."

Mosquito nodded tremblingly, and placed his right fist on his chest at the speed of light, almost standing up straight.

"As you command!"

Shaking the card in his hand, Chu Guang stuffed it into his pocket and threw a few hundred yuan bill on the table.

"I won't charge you any royalties for your image rights. I bought this card and I won't use it again in the future."

Looking at the golden legend with only one piece, Mosquito nodded with a pained expression.

"Gan...cough! I mean, the little one knows."