This Game Is Too Realistic

More than two hundred years ago, the cold wind tore the earth, and even Camp Lowell, located near the equator, could not find much relief.

Two figures were limping along in the cold wind.

One of them was wearing power armor, and the other was wearing a full protective suit with the institute's logo on it. Judging from the fog condensed on the inside of the helmet visor, they must have suffered considerable injuries.

It is also true that fierce struggles are never free.

The insulation system has been damaged.

With a low temperature of minus 30 degrees, even slime molds are helpless, let alone they are about to lose their last resort to keep out the cold.

When the water mist condenses into ice, it will almost be their death.

But even so, their condition was better than the corpse they were carrying——

The blood flowing out from the wound has frozen into red ice, freezing the bullet hole, freezing the twisted face, and freezing the almost crazy desire.

And the mouth sealed by blood and ice seemed to be still shouting silently——

‘Why don’t you listen to me. ’

Why……

The soldier grinned and exhaled the turbid air in his chest, blowing it against the translucent mask.

That's their general.

As for why he was executed, it’s a long story.

In short, he no longer wanted to recall the fungal infections that died in the laboratory, and the people who were executed for opposing the noble Lord... After all, he also had some blood on his hands.

Yes.

He is an accomplice.

But who isn't?

Let bygones be bygones.

There is no need for their children to carry this heavy memory forward.

Everyone has compassion, and as an ordinary soldier, he is certainly no exception.

They wasted a lot of resources, killed many innocent people, missed the best window to save themselves, and ended up not saving anyone...and all this was just because of Rowell's slogan, they wanted to save Those survivors who are flocking to Borneo from the center of the world need a "fosterable fungus that can work at temperatures as low as minus 30 degrees or even 50 degrees."

That is the so-called red soil...

He didn't know how to evaluate what he had done, but at least it took courage to become a joke in other people's mouths.

The two dumped the body in the freezing wilderness.

They took out their engineering shovels and, as planned, used all their strength to dig through the frozen soil, dug a large hole, and threw their general's body and research materials into it.

The Wasteland Era will end.

When everything is over, when their children dig out these things, they may give a more objective evaluation of everything that happened here from a higher perspective, instead of simply defining Rowell as A bad person or a good person defines those who support him or oppose him as righteous or evil.

Only when this entire memory becomes history will they no longer have to become a joke in people's mouths, and everything will end successfully.

They are just a piece of duckweed in the wave, a dandelion blown away to a corner of the world by the aftermath of the explosion.

That's all.

At least that's what the soldiers said about themselves.

When the pit was finally being buried, the researcher on the side raised his hand to stop the soldier who was about to fill it with frozen soil.

"This is the final sample."

He raised his sore arm, entered the password with his trembling index finger, and pulled out a scarlet test tube from the negative pressure sample box on his waist.

The scarlet color was like blood.

It was no different from the blood on Rowell's body. The moment it came into contact with the outside world, the howling cold wind caused the test tube to freeze with ice, and finally it was completely frozen into an ice sculpture.

Like a mockery of that crazy plan...

"Open your eyes and watch..."

Looking down at the ferocious face in the pit, the researcher opened the corners of his stiff mouth and threw the test tube down, hitting Rowell's hardened body.

"At minus 30 degrees, water will freeze in an instant! What kind of spores... can germinate at an ultra-low temperature of minus 30 degrees! Do you want me to use your crappy laboratory to get silicon-based organisms out? "

"Why don't you invite God to the laboratory!"

This idiot...

Even when death is imminent, he still refuses to admit his mistake.

The researcher finally had enough scolding, pulled out the engineering shovel that had been stuck to the ground, and rolled the opened frozen soil and dirty snow into the pit as if to vent his anger.

It took the two of them a whole day to dig the hole and fill it in.

But for the two of them, this day was more meaningful than every other day.

Because from now on they are no longer enemies, they are compatriots again.

Although there aren’t many days left in the future...

After taking a look at the little energy left, the soldier grabbed the researcher who was about to return to the camp and shook his head at the latter.

The latter was stunned for a moment, quickly understood what he meant, and then nodded with a wry smile.

really.

There was no need for them to go back.

If the buffer door of the research institute opens and closes less often, the people inside might be able to live for two days longer.

Just leave those energy and nutrients to the remaining people...

Moreover, it is still unknown what kind of hell it will become when the nutrients and energy are exhausted.

die?

They have long been bearish.

Since we have to leave sooner or later, it would be better to leave early.

Moreover, Rowell’s body should not be the only thing left in this history.

They are the final bricks of the tombstone.

Someone had to go down with him.

Only in this way can people who come here in the future know what happened here...

After settling everything, the two did not return, but continued to move forward in the freezing wilderness, and finally found a "frozen tree" that looked relatively strong.

The two looked at each other and understood what each other meant.

This is it...

They stepped forward in tacit agreement, smoothed the snow on the ground, then sat on it and leaned against the frozen tree.

The howling cold wind seemed to be somewhat blocked by the freeze-dried tree trunks, but perhaps their feelings were weakened.

The researcher threw away the engineering shovel in his hand because they no longer needed it.

The soldier took out the cigarette box that he was reluctant to smoke on weekdays, and wanted to take another cigarette at the end, but found that the helmet was separated by the power armor, and finally gave up with a wry smile.

Following the researcher's example, he threw out the cigarette box with only a few cigarettes left in his hand.

Just think of it as quitting.

From now on, his name will be "Quit Smoking".

The fog that had condensed on the helmet had frozen, and the warning light that was still beating no longer beat.

The soldier closed his eyes and was in a daze for a while, then suddenly spoke.

"Rowell sent a message to the War and Construction Committee before he died... Damn, I don't know how he eliminated us in the email. Do you think he pushed the idea of ​​'Red Clay' on us?"

"Whatever, they'd better send a team over to take a look." The researcher curled his lips.

You're going to die and you still care about this?

"I'm tired of seeing it..."

The soldier shook his head, and suddenly remembered something, and called the researcher who was about to fall asleep.

"Hello."

"...What's wrong?"

"You are a scientist... If you tell me the truth, will this planet get better?"

The researcher, who was almost asleep, shook his head.

"I don't know, no one knows, but we have done everything we can... As long as one person can survive to the end, we will win this war."

Some people also went to Luoxia Province, the granary of the Prosperity Era.

If the survivors there can keep the "river embankment" running, they might be able to save part of the oasis.

Besides, it's not far from the Great Rift Valley, so the people from the War and Construction Committee should be able to help them.

The soldier was silent for a moment and sighed.

"I'm so sorry..."

"...What's wrong with you?"

"I'm so stupid, why did I believe it... Damn it, I wish I didn't listen to his nonsense. It's your fault too, why don't you tell the truth..."

"Haha...hasn't anyone said that?"

Listening to the slightly self-deprecating answer, the soldier fell silent and sighed after a moment.

"Too……"

Man cannot defeat nature.

You can only defeat yourself.

It was not until the last moment of his life that he understood that their biggest enemy was not Gaia, nor Winter, nor even Rowell and his accomplices who remained stubborn until the end...

But myself.

And always have been.

The dead become fuel for the living, drowned in the dust of history.

The era of the People's Federation has come to an end.

If Camp Lowell were compared to a local battle, they both won and lost...

Because it's all over.

"What do you think...how will people evaluate us in the future?"

no answer.

Soldier

He turned his head and glanced at his friend sitting next to him, only to see that he had merged with the ice sculpture behind him, just like General Rowell who was buried by them.

Even red soil can't survive the low temperature of minus 30 degrees, let alone people...

However, the soldiers did not have any fear in their hearts about the impending death.

Just think of it as paying off a debt...

I hope they won't become the dinosaurs of the Cretaceous period, and then this memory can only be burned as fossil fuel.

He sighed softly in his heart and looked up at the gray sky without a trace of light.

"…Sorry, kids, we took a bit of a detour."

No matter what, winter will pass...

With such belief, the soldier took his last breath and completely merged with the ice and snow.

Time flies by like a fleeting moment.

The howling cold wind has been biting for half a century, but in the end it could not stop the scorching sun.

The cold winter is finally over.

Pieces of green grass emerged from the soil, and the creatures huddled in the caves and lingering on their feet also curiously poked their heads out, as if they had not seen the blue sky for a long time.

This is the equator.

Recovery starts here first.

The surviving people walked out of the caves and dilapidated shelters, built large and small settlements on the banks of the Everliu River, hunted wild animals, erected totem poles for victory after victory, and slowly recovered prosperity. The fragments of the era...

The barbarism and bloodshed here are no less brutal than any other corner of the wasteland, but far less brutal than the latter.

At least there are no sandstorms and giant beasts like those in the great desert, nor are there the deathclaws of the River Valley Province and the poisonous insects of the Sunset Province.

It's like a natural refuge here.

Civilization is gradually recovering.

Until now, red clay has not officially appeared on the stage in Borneo, and the history of Camp Rowell seems to have been completely forgotten.

But that’s actually okay.

This natural refuge has everything. The animals left over from the prosperous era are enough for the locals to eat all the delicacies from the mountains and seas. When they are done, they can also plant a field and hone their cooking skills.

This can be regarded as a painful and happy period, and the sprout of civilization is also slowly moving forward in this process.

Time keeps moving forward.

The survivors of Boulder City raised their chips high in the conference hall and sent away the last old man who had seen the prosperous era. The tribal melee in Borneo soon evolved into Kingdom war.

The People's Lianyu is the greatest legacy left by the Prosperous Era to the Wasteland Era.

Local survivors don't need to waste too much time on trial and error.

Even if they can no longer remember the lessons of history, they can still recall some fragments of words from distant memories and quickly match them to a lifestyle that suits their productivity.

After the chief, comes the king.

The province of four million square kilometers soon gave birth to thirteen kings, corresponding to thirteen protected areas, or thirteen "states".

At this time, the ambitious "Moon King" summoned a wealthy farmer.

The latter relied on a not-so-large plantation to feed hundreds of thousands of slaves!

At this moment, the farmer was holding a handful of scarlet soil in his hand...

At this moment, reincarnation has drawn a complete circle.

There is no Yuezhou in the thirteen states of Borneo today, but it actually existed a long time ago.

It's just that when the moon rose in the sky, and after the moon set and the sun rose, Yuezhou was changed into Lowell State by the Xilan Empire who came from behind.

And that was another exciting time...

…

Time returns to the present.

No one knows what happened in the past 200 years. Even the alliance that built an investigation station at the former site of Lowell Camp in Port Kinggall can only recover limited historical materials from the ruins.

Among the many topics of the Alliance Institute of Social Sciences, the study of Borneo Province is just a relatively thick main line. As an "unnumbered refuge", it is similar to those with numbers 70, 79, 100, 101, 117, 401, etc. Numbered shelters parallel.

Naturally, it is impossible for the chief of the Great Rift Valley to know that history.

Due to the clutter signals flowing between radioactive dust and orbital debris, the last message sent by Lowell was not even sent to the headquarters of the War and Construction Committee...

The obstacles to "long-distance radio communication" in the wasteland still exist to this day, and the Alliance also relies on wired cables to achieve instant interoperability of domestic and foreign signals.

Absek left the Great Rift Valley Chief with a disappointed look on his face. He seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand.

Looking at the internal affairs committee member Wadia who was following him with a worried look on his face, he suddenly laughed out loud and touched his chin.

"The old man wanted to save my life..."

Wadia was stunned for a moment, not understanding what his boss was saying, but he remembered that this was on someone else's territory, and quickly reminded him with a wry smile.

"The leader of the Great Union... We are now in the Great Rift Valley. You call their leader--"

"I know, it's okay, that old... I don't care," Absek waved his hand, interrupting Wadia who was about to say something else, "Don't worry about me first, I want to be alone. Just wait quietly and I will let you know if there are any arrangements."

He originally planned to visit Chu Guang, but thinking about it, it didn't seem necessary.

What if I see you?

The problems of the Borneo people have to be solved by themselves after all. I really can’t go around looking for my father anymore.

Moreover, no one can help them with such a huge population, and those who can help them have already done so.

Technology, capital, machines, production methods, ideological enlightenment, local talents, and even some "sociological data that were originally their own but were lost by themselves"...

He really couldn't think of anything else he could shamelessly ask for on behalf of the survivors in Borneo.

If it's not enough, we can only ask the manager to come over.

Besides, during the period before the meeting, the alliance managers should also have their own arrangements.

For example, to discuss post-war issues, the three former legion commanders and the consul of Triumph City must meet, right?

Tire probably didn't have the guts to come, and there seemed to be no point in coming. He, the commander of Borneo, could see that the Southern Army was about to lose.

Another example is the discussion about ending the Wasteland Era. Can the chief technology officer of the college and the director of Ideal City meet?

The schedule is almost full, so don't give that gentleman any trouble.

After the meeting is over, see you again when you have time...

…

In a spacious and bright room, Zhou Xianlin, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, was applying medicine to his wounds with the help of the old housekeeper.

As the leader of the Dam Alliance, he had never been so arrogant before, with someone grabbing his collar and beating him to pieces.

The soldier in the power armor shouldn't have pulled him away.

He was just a hair away from biting that guy's ear off!

It's a pity that until the end, he couldn't let the people in the river valley see the bravery of the Prancing Horse.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Zhou Xianlin looked at the old housekeeper next to him with an angry look on his face and said in a vicious voice.

"Where is the Red River Alliance? Find them on the map for me! Damn it, these bastards dare to fight with me and see if I don't chop them up and feed them to the dogs!"

The old housekeeper shuddered, almost spilled the iodophor on his hand, and said while sweating profusely.

"Master... the Red River Alliance... they may have really fought the predators, and the ones they locked up in the mines may be real predators."

Zhou Xianlin was slightly startled, and suddenly stared at the old housekeeper with a dark face.

"...What do you mean? We haven't fought the predators?"

"I've been beaten, I've been beaten," the old housekeeper nodded quickly, looking like he was about to cry, "I just want to say... The Bone Chewing Tribe is special, different from other predators. Also, the Red River Alliance has Although I heard that the alliance’s garrison only has one or two hundred people, it’s better not to provoke them.”

In fact, what is more difficult is how to send people there.

You can't just take the alliance train and beat people there, right?

Fortunately, this time, his young master finally understood what he was saying and swallowed his breath.

Zhou Xianlin sneered.

"Who do I think...it's just a chained dog! Forget it, it depends on the owner to beat the dog, so I'd better leave this chained dog to my brother to take care of it!"

Old housekeeper: "..."

…

On the other side, in the conference room carved from granite, the guards of Triumph City and the alliance's guards checked the room, exited the conference room and closed the door.

Only the governor of Triumph City and the administrator of the alliance were left in the entire conference room.

Finally, there was no third person. The Warlander sitting in the golden can had an expression on his face that said, "I'm so exhausted." He leaned back on the chair, but he didn't want to press the backrest with a "click" sound. He was intercepted at the waist and almost fell to the ground backwards.

Seeing Chu Guang's suppressed smile, he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

"Sorry... I made you laugh."

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

"It's okay, I've seen a lot, and when I first put on the power armor, I broke a lot of chairs."

There are always players who regard him as an NPC, making obscene remarks and performing performance art in front of him.

And look at what he said

.

Don't be strict with the guy who treats him like a tree hole and then tells him all kinds of nonsense, and even asks him how he can have a child with an NPC.

As early as the alpha version period, his ability to "strength" had been perfected.

He changed chairs and sat down. This time Warfield Man no longer leaned back, but put his arms on the table like Chu Guang.

As expected of a professional tin can, this sitting position is indeed much more stable.

The warlord sighed. He wanted to say something but couldn't find the opening words, so he could only say a few words.

"To be honest, I'm not a good person. The people of Vaillant in Triumph City may have misunderstood something. Although thanks to the Forum...well, I mean thanks to the staff, I am doing a pretty good job as a consul, but I have not thought about the future at all. To be honest, I have wanted to resign more than once, maybe you can give me a clear way."

Seeing that the Battlefield Atmosphere Group was really worried and not treating everything as a game, Chu Guang smiled when he heard this and said it in a casual tone.

"There are no absolutely good people in this world, there are only bad people and people who start to look at their own hearts."

The battlefield atmosphere team was stunned for a moment.

"……What's the meaning?"

Chu Guang did not answer, but looked directly into his eyes and asked.

"Are you a bad person?"

The battlefield atmosphere team's eyes were confused for a while, and they wanted to say no but couldn't make up their mind.

After all, he did tell some lies about his identity, and he still hasn't figured out how to face Lei Ze's test and confess to the Weirant people in Triumph City.

He shook his head and said calmly.

"I have no idea."

Chu Guang's eyes flashed with approval and he spread his right hand forward.

"When you tell me that you don't know, at least you are no longer a bad person, or a 'bad archon'... You should be able to realize that you have begun to examine your own heart."

A look of astonishment appeared on the faces of the battlefield atmosphere team, and they frowned and thought for a while, as if that was really the case.

In just half a minute, he reviewed his life...at least this life in the game world.

What is true is also false, and sometimes false is also true... Regardless of whether his original intention is good or not, this pangolin can always live up to his own conscience, and he is seriously thinking about what conscience is.

He was not the savior of the Willant people, nor did he want to be their savior. He just did what he thought was right and what he should do.

For such a man, he should be worthy of a mixed evaluation, even if he takes off his vest in front of all the people in Wilante.

Looking at the battlefield atmosphere group with a hint of understanding in their eyes, Chu Guang continued with a gentle voice.

"Soon you will find your flaws, make up for them, and then climb out of the dry well that traps you... This is also the only way to grow."

"You want to tell me that you are not suitable to be a consul, but I think you have done a good job. Most people spend their entire lives to find their own well, and there are even fewer people who try to climb out. And you’re at least on the way up.”

He rarely said such silly words, but the little player in front of him was like his child. He really watched this guy grow up little by little.

Although that old fool said a lot of nonsense, there was one sentence that really spoke to his heart.

He did experience what it was like to be a father, and he had experienced it a long time ago.

However, compared to the old man who thought "good is the opposite of evil, good fortune and misfortune" and handed the child over to the wasteland for training, Chu Guang still preferred to be a strict and enlightened father.

The old man may be "accurate". Having lived for countless cycles, it is only natural that he can see the laws of cycles.

But the kids of the league can't go into the future with that kind of nihilistic thought.

They should stand in the position of "changers", see the unchanging mountains, rivers, and sun, moon and stars, and use a braver and more vital attitude to create a new future that no one in the old era has seen. !

And this is also Chu Guang's expectation for the descendants of the alliance.

In this way, they will live up to their coming...

"Maybe, I'm afraid I've betrayed their trust." The battlefield atmosphere team raised their heads and stared at the ceiling.

Chu Guang was very experienced in his troubles and said with a smile.

"Do you know why you are afraid of betraying their trust?"

The battlefield atmosphere team subconsciously said.

"Why?"

Chu Guang said sharply.

"Because... you became the consul because of their trust. This matter itself has nothing to do with any conspiracy, and their trust was earned by you with sincerity, not by cheating or picking it up for free."

The battlefield atmosphere team's eyes lit up, but then they coughed again.

"I actually want to seek specific advice from you..."

"Unfortunately, all I can give you is encouragement," Chu Guang paused and said with a smile, "Why don't you seek advice from other Weirant people? Think about what you get support for, and then think about them Why do I support you, not others?"

"After thinking about this, you can put up a podium where everyone can go up and say a few words where you gave a speech, put a few more mailboxes where people support you, and stipulate that future consuls must be as aboveboard as you. Tell your dreams and fulfill your promises, and what will happen if you don't fulfill them... These things need to be thought about by yourself."

The battlefield atmosphere team suddenly became enlightened and sat upright seriously.

"I see."

Chu Guang nodded.

"I understand, let's talk about business."

The battlefield atmosphere team was stunned for a moment.

"Main... business?"

Isn't that just business?

Chu Guang nodded matter-of-factly and continued.

"Of course, you are the governor of Triumph City, and I am the manager of the alliance. You represent no less people than me... You don't think that a few warm-up chats are serious business, do you?"

"...That's not true." Meeting Chu Guang's half-smiling eyes, the battlefield atmosphere team said inconsistently.

Is not it?

And if there is really something important, why not just send the task directly from the taskbar...

But speaking of it, it seems that since the last time I replied to [Read], no new messages have been sent for a long time.

Chu Guang was not joking with him, he cleared his throat and said.

"In order to reduce the gap, I suggest that a long-term and effective dialogue mechanism should be established between Triumph City and Dawn City. I plan to lay a cable to Triumph City... The money can be borne by us. This is not just for now, It’s also for the future.”

The battlefield atmosphere team nodded.

"no problem."

This is indeed a good thing.

He can't always be this consul, and the next consul will not have such a thing as a "task bar".

Chu Guang continued.

"In addition, as the exchanges between the east and west coasts of Central Continent become increasingly closer, we plan to build a direct railway to Triumph City while opening up new sea routes. This railway will start from Bicester Town in Luoxia Province and cross the Great Desert. , passing through the vast grasslands of the Eastern Empire, maybe it can spread the fire of civilization to the places it passes... To this end, we are willing to bear 60% of the investment, and you only need to bear 40%. Of course, considering that your economy is not If you are generous, this money can be lent to you by the alliance's bank first."

"No problem." The battlefield atmosphere team found that they couldn't get a word in at all and could only nod.

Chu Guang stared at him seriously.

"Do you have anything to add?"

The battlefield atmosphere team was about to say no, but when they met those sharp eyes, they finally suppressed the words on their lips.

"There are a large number of refugees in the province of Valente, and the province of Batoya needs to be rebuilt... You also know that we have no money. Anyway, we have already invested in the railway, so why not invest in something else? The roads in Triumph City are also about to be renovated. You can take it. How about setting up a development bank with some money? Then you won’t lose, and we won’t lose either... How do you say that, win-win?"

Chu Guang smiled and nodded.

"This is a good idea. I think not only we are interested, but companies will also be happy to help you."

"Done."

The battlefield atmosphere team spread their hands and wanted to lean back on the chair, but luckily they stopped in time.

"Ahem... By the way, we have finished talking about the things to be discussed in the meeting now. What will we talk about when the human meeting starts?"

To be honest, the proposal he brought was really just about "asking for money". Including Benoit, the ministers of the civil service group had been turning a deaf ear to him since before he set off, asking him to find a way to get some money back from the alliance.

As for the manager's proposal, he also understood it. In summary, it was nothing more than "communication".

Eliminate differences in communication, eliminate barriers in communication, resolve hatred in communication...and this is what Weilant people must do to integrate into the world.

He really had no reason to shake his head.

Looking at the confused Archon, Chu Guang laughed.

"That's not easy, just speak freely."

"The Great Rift Valley is rarely so lively. With so many people here, of course they can talk about whatever they want."

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