This Game Is Too Realistic

After leaving the Glory Academy, Harrogen got into the car parked at the foot of the stone steps and went straight back to his mansion.

Without stopping for a moment, he immediately moved to the study, turned on the panoramic conference device, and contacted Tyr, the commander of the Southern Army in the city of Yavente.

Looking at the holographic bust floating in the light blue light and shadow, Harrogen immediately showed respect on his face and nodded to report.

"Your Excellency, Legion Commander, Triumph City has rejected our request to reopen the border."

Tyr said slowly.

"Did the Archon mention a reason?"

"The reason is still the lethal agent. The Guards insist that they have received conclusive information that the stolen genetic source code has been used to make genetic weapons against the Willant people." Harrogan's expression hesitated slightly and whispered, " I don’t feel like Commander Leize is lying... I’m wondering, should we pay attention too?”

Although he did not doubt the ability of the intelligence department of the Southern Army, he also found it difficult to believe that the Praetorian Guards would say that without solid evidence.

Especially since his family is still in the city of Avente.

If the "death agent" really existed, it would be difficult for him not to worry about the safety of his family...

The commander of the Tire Army looked at him silently, seemingly lost in thought, and said nothing for a long time.

Harogen wisely did not disturb him, but at this moment, he suddenly remembered something.

"...By the way, Commander Lei Zejun asked me to bring you a message."

The commander of the Tire Army finally seemed to react and looked at him expressionlessly.

"what did he say."

Harrogen responded truthfully.

"He said... His Majesty the Marshal is watching you."

The moment he heard these words, Tier's expression was indifferent, but his heart trembled involuntarily.

But that was only for a moment.

He knew that was impossible.

The Marshal is dead, and has been dead for more than a century. There is no doubt about this.

Trying to scare myself with dead people's names...

The corner of Tire's mouth slightly curled up in a cold arc, which made Harrogen, who was standing in the conference room, involuntarily feel a chill running down his spine, as if he was facing a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to move.

What happened to his respected legion commander?

Countless confusions flooded into his mind, especially when he thought of the meaningful eyes of Commander Leize.

Harogen's Adam's apple moved, and he wanted to ask out the confusion in his heart, but his throat felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed, and he couldn't say a word.

Till did not offer any explanation, but ended this unpleasant topic with a blank expression.

"I see."

Seeing that Tire seemed intent on ending the meeting, Harrogan quickly added.

"I will try harder... maybe there is some misunderstanding here."

"Um."

Tier nodded without making any comment, and the light blue holographic image disappeared into Harrogen's study.

Obviously, the Imperial Guards had noticed something through their intelligence network, so they resorted to this trick.

Although it is unknown how the intelligence was leaked to Triumph City, now that it has happened, Tire no longer has any hope of solving the problem through diplomatic channels.

but--

If these weak guys thought he would give up just like that, they would be underestimating him.

General Headquarters of the Army of the South.

Tire stood up from his desk, walked to the window, and looked across the city of Avent, a forging world made of metal and cement.

Every inch of the land here is filled with the blood of the Wilante people.

Compared with Norton City, which is named after "Conquest", this is the real "City of Conquest"!

"The Southern Legion will not admit defeat. Even if the old alliance abandons us, we will still launch another charge as a legion against the enemies of the Valantians."

He looked up at the sky, staring at the increasingly thick dark clouds, determination written on his resolute and cold face.

"The ultimate winner must be us."

What comes next is obvious.

Without a trace of hesitation or thought, he left the office and went straight to Research Institute No. 68, not far from the headquarters.

This research institute is located in the very center of the city of Avente, on the 68th floor of the "Tower of the World" building.

The shell of the entire building is made of alloy, and its shape is like a long knife thrust from the sky into the ground.

A century and a half ago, the survivors of the city of Arvent used the legacy of the Age of Prosperity to forge the alloy mansion and use it as a "vertical processing center" to store the black boxes they recovered from the province of Bretoa, as well as other legacy , and rebuild their imagined era of prosperity.

Later, due to practical factors, this magnificent project came to an end without any suspense.

Later, the Legion conquered the city of Yavente, improved the entire building, and successfully transformed it into a military industrial base integrating production and research!

The research and development projects carried out in this building go beyond just the "killing agent".

But at present, the "death agent" is indeed the most likely to be realized among all decisive weapons.

Seeing Tire appearing in the laboratory, Martin immediately put down his work and walked over.

"Are you here? I was just going to report to you. According to your instructions, the 6 pathogens have been released. When they arrive in Triumph City, it is expected that all survivors in the city will be infected again, and in 14 to 30 days Symptoms appeared during the time... Is it really okay to have no genetic source code? Although it is too late for you to regret it now. "

Even if there is a genetic source code, there is no guarantee that the Vaillant people will not be infected 100%, but at least it will not be as serious as other survivors.

Facing his inquiry, Tier remained indifferent.

"No problem, that's what I planned from the beginning... It's better to say, this is better."

Just as Lei Ze guessed, he said this in a cold-blooded tone.

Martin stared at the respected legion commander for a while, then sighed softly and said.

"What a madman, aren't you worried about getting infected?"

But then again, even if this guy is infected with the death agent, he won't really die.

Martin realized that he had asked a stupid and unnecessary question.

Even if it reaches the stage of organ failure, this guy can directly replace the bionic organ. If it really can't be cured, he can lie down in the sleep chamber and freeze until he can be cured.

Although this virus with a broad killing effect kills a large area, its ability to kill individuals is actually extremely limited.

It is precisely for this reason that he made a prediction in the contagion model that the virus would eventually be blocked in the ideal city.

Most of the residents there are equipped with bionic organs, and the medical security system there is also the most advanced in the entire wasteland.

But then it doesn't matter.

Ideal City is invincible only when it stands with the Wastelanders. They are not worth mentioning alone.

"You don't have to worry about my affairs. Now we have other troubles."

As expected, Till did not take his worries to heart and ended the topic with one sentence. After a moment of pause, he continued to talk about the latest situation.

"The Imperial Guards have come into conflict with us, and now Triumph City has closed its borders to us... I want to know if there is any other way to spread the killing agent without using Triumph City."

After hearing this, Martin's expression became solemn, he touched his chin and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said.

"It's a bit difficult to handle... Triumph City is the most suitable, it can even be said to be necessary."

Tyr continued to ask.

"What if humans are not used as carriers? For example, poultry, or fish -"

Before he could finish his words, Martin interrupted him unceremoniously.

"Impossible, there is a wasteland outside, and now we are in the Wasteland Era. Do you think the province of Batoya is still the province of Batoya three centuries ago, with an average of thousands of flights per day?"

The environment in the wasteland is so full of uncertainty that species in the wasteland rarely leave their familiar living areas, and those species that like to migrate disappeared early in the wasteland era.

At present, humans are the only ones who still have the ability and motivation to migrate long distances.

If they want to spread the virus to the east of the great desert, Triumph City is almost necessary for their plan.

Because only there is a railway to the Eastern Empire, and currently only the Eastern Empire's trade routes lead to the east where the Alliance is located.

After listening to Martin's explanation, Tire nodded solemnly, and then spoke slowly.

"It seems like that's the only way to go."

Martin, who was thinking hard, turned his gaze to him and asked curiously.

"Which trick?"

Tyr paused for a moment and continued in a calm, even cold-blooded voice.

"... There is a limit to the capacity of the quarantine area, as long as we evacuate the Wilant people from the province of Batoa to the Wilant province in the name of 'Pilgrimage to the City of Triumph' and provide them with enough ships Help them cross the whirlpool sea... Even if Triumph City mobilizes the entire city's armed forces to maintain order, their defense lines will be penetrated by the huge number."

Evacuating the "useless population" of Avent City can also reduce the losses suffered by Avent City in this crisis and increase their chances of winning in the final competition.

However, the moment he heard these words, Martin was stunned.

Is this guy crazy?

Let all the civilians of the Southern Legion go north and charge towards the spiritual home of the Wilant people!

This is... how crazy!

He originally thought that his thoughts were anti-human, but he didn't expect that the legion commander would actually defeat him!

Millions of old, weak, women and children have left their hometowns. Hunger, cold, and possible accidents on the road alone can kill more than half of them, without even the need for viruses.

Even if the blood of genetic warriors flows in their veins, these guys are still human beings, not aliens or alien species.

Thinking of that hellish scene, Martin's excited shoulders couldn't help but tremble.

"You are simply a genius..."

Till's expression was indifferent to Martin's compliment.

"Excellent."

He had no time to hesitate and take his time.

After all, the "killing agent" has been released, and soon there will be infected people in the isolation area along the coast of the city of Avente or the province of Wilante.

Considering the proportion of Valeant people in it, there will undoubtedly be some Valeant people among them.

And by that time, even the senior officials of the Southern Legion who were originally loyal to him will gradually realize that the "death agent" strikes without distinction.

The reason why foreigners, especially the Borneo people, are more affected by clinical reactions in the laboratory is simply because of the physical advantages of the Wilantes.

If the experiment were conducted on an awakened person with an enhanced immune system, there would still be a chance that everything would be fine if he sneezed. That would mean nothing at all.

It is precisely because of this that he must let things develop to an irreversible point before everyone notices the problem.

Only in this way can we stop those short-sighted guys from jumping out of the car...

…

It turns out Till wasn't kidding.

The day after the envoys of the Southern Legion communicated with Triumph City about opening the border to no avail, the personal guards under his command took to the streets of Aventur City with their armbands on and launched a special operation codenamed "Decisive Mission" , took a loudspeaker and started shouting on the street.

Unable to sleep due to the noisy sound, an old man about 60 years old pushed open the door of his room.

His name is Bazel.

Due to the "ingenious conspiracy" of these two idiots Tire and Gulion, two of his four children died on the front line of Borneo Province, and one is still missing. Only the one who went to the New World is still alive and well. of.

Others would not dare to fight against the guards, but he would not tolerate these lackeys.

Bazel, who was standing at the door, was about to get angry at the soldier patrolling the street, but the latter looked at him first and shouted.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Old Bazel was stunned when he heard this and frowned.

"Go? Where?"

The soldier said of course.

"What else could it be? To attend the funeral of Marshal Julius, of course! His Majesty the Marshal dedicated his life to us. At this last moment, we should go and see him off."

Seeing that loyal look, Bazel's attitude softened and he muttered something in a low voice.

"Marshal Julius... we should send him off, but I have no relatives in Triumph City, and going there will only cause trouble for others. He will understand my difficulties, and my lover and I will be at home In memory of him."

After hearing the old man's reason, the young man smiled and said.

"Don't worry! The commander of the Tire Army will solve your problem of food and accommodation in Triumph City, including the ship to get there."

The old man frowned and looked at him suspiciously.

"real?"

The young man said in a non-thinking tone.

"Of course it's true! Can what the commander of Tyr's army say still be false? By the way, it's not impossible if you insist on staying home to show your loyalty, but war and plague are approaching recently... You should Have you heard about it? In a few days, the city of Avente will be under martial law."

The old man looked at him in astonishment.

"Is it so sudden? Is this an order from the commander of the Tire Army, or is it the unanimous opinion of the top brass of the Southern Army—"

"Is there any difference? They all look the same to me."

Seeing that the old man was still hesitant, the soldier with the armband urged him to continue.

"If you want to go, you'd better go as soon as possible. There is still a bus to the pier. If you wait a little later, it will be gone."

"Well, at least let me pack my luggage..." Unable to resist his urging, the old man complained, closed the door and turned back into the bedroom.

Looking at her husband who was digging out his suitcase, the eyes of the over fifty old woman were filled with worry.

She had been listening to the previous conversation downstairs, but based on her years of experience, she always felt that things were not that simple.

"Honey, I always feel like there's something wrong with this..."

The old man snorted.

"Of course I know that something big may happen to Yavente City again."

The child was too young and had obviously never seen the world. He could actually say such stupid words as "What the commander of Tyr's army said can be false."

Marshal Julius, how could there be any truth in the mouth of the commander of the Tire Army?

He didn't even bother to argue with the guy.

After all, judging from this posture, the commander of the Tire Army is obviously serious.

There was no doubt that someone had cornered this guy.

"Then why do we have to pack our bags?" His wife walked behind him and continued worriedly, "I'm worried that if I leave this time, it will be difficult to come back."

The old man answered without thinking while packing his luggage.

"Otherwise, do you want to stay? Don't be stupid, pack up quickly... I'll think about whether there are any relatives I can contact, and I'll wait until I leave this hellish place."

While the old man was packing his luggage, the situation in every household was probably the same.

The guards who participated in the operation did not know the real goal of the so-called "Decisive Mission" special operation. They only completed the work ordered by their superiors and did their job well.

The cooperation between organizational units at all levels is as close as the gears in a chain.

Some people are responsible for mobilizing, some are responsible for spreading rumors, and some are responsible for intimidation and inducement.

War and plague are approaching the city of Aventre!

If you don’t want to be unlucky, go to Triumph City to attend the funeral of Marshal Julius!

This is what Valeant people should do.

They promised the citizens that they would reimburse their travel expenses during the journey, and provide vehicles and ships to assist them in traveling to the Weiland Province on the other side of the Whirlpool Sea.

After Julius's funeral is over, everything in the city of Avent will return to normal.

As for those who stay, they need to accept the control of wartime terms and be subjected to the maximum embarrassment. After all, the Guards have lost the genetic source code of the Willant people. Now is an emergency period.

Whether it was out of fear of war and plague, or out of loyalty to Marshal Julius, the citizens of Avente took the initiative to leave the place where they lived and embarked on a journey to the Triumphal City without any thought at all. Those personal guards need to be more vocal.

Most of these people from Weiland are related to the residents of Triumph City, or are simply immigrants who moved to the south from the province of Weiland.

After hearing the news of the fall of Yongye Port, many of them had already considered leaving Yavent City.

It is precisely for this reason that after hearing a series of promises made by the top leaders of the Southern Army, they did not waste too much time on mental preparations and quickly packed their bags and set off.

Not only that, they had even planned which relative they would join after going to Triumph City.

However, they did not know at this moment that Triumph City had closed its borders.

The transportation that the Southern Army leaders promised to provide them was probably just some rafts without power units.

In just one day, one-fifth of the people in Yavente City left, and the remaining four-fifths of the people who did not leave were either queuing or waiting and watching.

In order to solve the shortage of transportation, the Southern Army even transferred trucks from the military camp.

The mighty team was like a long winding snake, with no end in sight.

At the same time, while these hundreds of thousands of residents were moving to the northern part of the Batoya Province, one hundred thousand servant army troops also moved to the northern part of the Batoya Province.

They would be responsible for building twenty camps, making transportation for the Wilant civilians migrating north, and driving those who stayed across the sea.

Naturally, it is impossible for the Weirant people to do these tasks.

After all, under the constraints of morality and honor, some Wilant soldiers will refuse to carry out orders from their superiors, even members of the Guards.

There is precedent for this kind of thing, and when it happens it often causes big trouble.

Therefore, it is most appropriate to leave it to foreign races.

They will never show mercy when facing the Weirant people.

It has to be said that the Southern Army's mobilization ability is indeed very strong, and its control over society is even greater than that of Xilan and the subsequent Borneo Kingdom.

Driven by a combination of loyalty and coercion, the Wilantes of the province of Batoa were like devout pilgrims, flocking to the broad coastline one after another.

Not only the Weirant people, but a few foreign races also joined the migrating army.

Some of them were driven away violently, and some were driven away out of fear of the Union's murderous regiments, which were described in the propaganda of the Confederate Legion.

On the third day of the "Decisive Mission" operation, the first batch of "beach landing troops" had been forced onto the ship.

Looking at the rafts appearing on the sea level, Mallock, standing on the deck of the destroyer, completely lost all color in his face, and his eyes widened like crazy.

"Oh shit……"

There were at least hundreds of ships lying in front of him at this moment!

After discovering that the ferry was unavailable, these guys resorted to the tactic of breaking it into pieces!

Not to mention his mere destroyer, even if all the airships from Triumph City were sunk on the sea, they still couldn't stop so many ships!

After all, those people were from Weiland, and they had the same blood flowing in his veins. There was no way he could sink them with cannons!

Not to mention opening fire, if these people fell into the water, he would have to go up and save them!

"These lunatics...don't want their lives!?"

Malok cursed incoherently, immediately put his hand on the communicator on his shoulder, and reported the situation at the scene to the offshore defense fleet headquarters.

The news was reported level by level, and soon it reached Triumph City, and then reached the Glory Academy.

When he learned the next move of the Tire Army Commander from the phone, the warlord's eyes widened and he couldn't help blurting out "Fuck!".

This guy is no longer overturning the table, but is going crazy! They even resorted to de-urbanization!

Fortunately, the two provinces are only separated by a sea that is only 200 kilometers wide at the nearest point.

If this were doubled again, none of these cannon fodders would be able to get ashore, and they would all drown on the way!

Lei Ze's brows also frowned, and he held the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands. Suddenly, there was a "bang" and the armrests of the chair were crushed to pieces.

"This is genocide against the Wilant people. We can't let this guy continue to act like this!"

Looking at the stunned consul, this 172-year-old man exuded a murderous aura, and his voice was colder than ever before.

"Mr. Consul, declare war on the Southern Army!"