This Game Is Too Realistic

North Island, Presidential Palace.

The sky outside the window has turned a little hazy.

Standing in front of the office table, Meng Ge did not look at the map on the wall, but stared at the declaration that was only one finger thick on the office table.

Or to be more precise, a codex.

Four months ago, they were loyal to Vault 70, and now they are only loyal to the code that everyone signed.

In fact, if there hadn't been this damn war, this wouldn't be a bad thing for the residents of Vault 70.

Although they have lost the unlimited authority inherited from their own generation, they can also be relieved of the unlimited responsibility entrusted to them by the ancient oath.

From now on, there will no longer be a distinction between Blue Jackets and ordinary survivors. Whether they are former members of Vault 70 or residents of the island, they will all bear the same obligations and responsibilities as members of the Federation.

From now on, no one will blame Blue Jacket for repairing the road crookedly because he fell on the way to work. Blue Jacket no longer exists. Everyone has to be responsible for the road under their feet, and everyone has to be careful. to make choices for their future.

In fact, they should have done this long ago. They have been receiving the same education for a century. If there are still differences in knowledge and experience between the first generation of shelter residents and the wastelanders who have been sinking in the wasteland for a century, they are already the fourth or even the first generation, and they have always been the same type of people.

However--

There is always a gap between ideal and reality.

He had thought that this road would be full of ups and downs, but he never thought that just a blink of an eye would send them into an abyss of eternal destruction.

It was a blink of an eye.

A perfect pretext for war can allow them, as victims, to establish themselves in an invincible position morally, skipping quarrels that may not lead to results even if they argue in one step. With this perfect opportunity, they can make conservatives and radicals immediately put aside their differences and reach consensus, allowing the federation to appear out of thin air with just one final step.

And he didn't need to do anything, he just needed to neglect for two seconds when he should be suspicious, allowing the radicals clamoring for war to blow the already lit flames even brighter.

The Ocean Current Power Station has been blown up anyway, so why not do something meaningful with its remains?

Let’s just assume it was done by Vault 70.

After all, if it were a stupid thing done by a hot-blooded soldier or even an officer, the survivors' enthusiasm for the independent authorities would undoubtedly be greatly reduced, and the efforts of many people would be in vain.

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

He admitted that was exactly what he thought at the time.

And now...

There was only regret in his heart.

There were footsteps in the corridor outside the office, and it didn't seem to be a person.

Meng Ge moved his eyes away from the code with countless signatures and looked at the door of the office.

His chief of staff, Charas, was standing there, followed by two soldiers wearing silver-white exoskeletons.

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

Meng Ge stared at him intently and spoke after a moment.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

"I……"

Staring into those upright eyes, Charas couldn't help but be speechless for a moment, but soon he suddenly laughed out loud.

"What do I have to say? I don't want to say anything... I should be the one to ask you this question. Mr. Meng Ge, do you have anything else to say?"

Looking at Charas who laughed loudly, Mengge said calmly.

"You violated the declaration we jointly signed. You not only betrayed me, but also betrayed everyone. From now on, I will remove you from your post as Chief of Staff of the Naval Department, and you will no longer be my staff. It’s grown——”

"Is that all you want to say?" Charas shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "Isn't it too late?"

Meng Ge looked into his eyes.

"The fate of the survivors of the Commonwealth of the Southern Islands should be decided by all survivors, not Vault 70, nor you and me."

Looking at the president without hesitation, Charas's lips curled up into a sarcastic smile.

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

There was a hint of sadness in Meng Ge's eyes.

"Do you think this is naive?"

Charas's eyes gradually turned cold.

"Yes, I think so, and I think your naivety will lead us into an abyss of eternal destruction. We have always been in the wasteland, and some fools thought that our wasteland was over, but the fact is that we never were Never left this damn wasteland for a second!"

"On the other side of the sea are hyenas that eat people but don't spit out bones. If we all have naive ideas like yours and come into contact with them with our own rules and regulations, we will be chewed up to pieces! Everyone does!"

His voice became louder and louder, and the muscles on his face became distorted. There was a hint of hysterical madness in his roar.

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

"The survivors in the southern seas don't need a president. Let's wait until the end of the Wasteland. Then they will just give me ten of them. At least for now, they need someone with more vision and ability. And people with a strong sense of responsibility will lead them to continue walking... I and those who support me think so."

When he said this, Charas suddenly had a hint of disappointment in his eyes, looking at the old friend who once trusted him so much with disappointment.

"...Actually, it's not that you don't have a chance. If you hadn't summoned me a few hours ago, but had sent someone to give me a shot, things would not have developed to this point."

"That will only lead us to another kind of hell. It's useless..." Mengge shook his head and stared at his friend standing in front of him, with a hint of pleading in his eyes. "We have all made mistakes once. Second chance...stop it, my friend."

The disappointment in his eyes gradually faded away, and for some reason Charas lost interest in being disappointed, only feeling a little bored.

He thought this guy would struggle, but he didn't expect that after waiting for a long time, he only asked for mercy.

What a poor guy.

Maybe Arzoo is right.

There is no need to use tactful methods with this group of sheep. As long as he is a little tougher than them, he can lead them by the nose.

With one final look of pity on the poor man, he reached out and took the pistol handed by the soldier on the side, loading it neatly.

"It's too late. My supporters have already entrusted their lives and fortunes to me. I praise their loyalty. I won this bet, and there is no doubt about it. I will continue to lead them on the road ahead. , until the end of the Wasteland Era."

"As for you, just go to hell and regret it with that declaration of yours."

"Farewell."

…

"boom--!"

A sudden gunshot broke the tranquility on the destroyer Glorious, and the flashing gun flames shook the hatches on both sides of the corridor with a mournful buzzing sound.

Twenty-seven sailors suddenly mutinied and captured seven logistics personnel on the ship. Under the leadership of Captain Surrey, they quickly occupied the cabin and gangway near the broadcast room, and started a fight with the sailors who came after hearing the news.

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

"Stop! Are you... so crazy!? Ahhh——"

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

Looking at the bullets flying in the corridor and the flashing gun flames on the opposite side, his wide eyes were filled with disbelief.

Mutiny!

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

"It's you who are crazy! And the captain!" The man squatting across the corridor while changing the magazine of his rifle roared, "Why don't you listen to Mr. Charas's orders?"

"Charas..."

The adjutant closed his eyes in pain, as if regretting his former trust, and yelled at his former subordinates in despair.

"What the hell did that guy promise you?"

Not a trace of hesitation.

The man roared back at him.

"A greater commonwealth!"

The noisy gunfire drowned out his hoarse roar. As more and more sailors surrounded him with weapons, the mutinous sailors initially had the upper hand [and then gradually lost ground].

Although Captain Surrey occupied the broadcast room early, the broadcast sound that the sailors were looking forward to did not sound.

On the contrary, the sailors loyal to Captain Dongwen became more and more courageous as they fought, and under the leadership of his adjutant, they regained the controlled corridors one by one.

Obviously the captain had anticipated the incident and immediately cut off the power supply to the radio room to prevent Captain Surrey from inciting more sailors to get involved in their crazy plan.

The battle is coming to an end.

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

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

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

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

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

The adjutant stared at him with wide eyes.

"What hope? What are you talking about!"

"What...are I talking about? Look what you are doing!" Sari cursed angrily, "Going to the North Island with the corpses of mutants? Do you want to tell the survivors there that they are actually a group of people holding long rifles? Did the beasts of the spear blow up our power station?”

The adjutant roared.

"I haven't investigated and can't say for sure! But there is indeed someone within us who became blind when he shouldn't have blinked. This person may be Charas and his associates... I also trusted that guy, but the fact is that he lied He killed all of us and planned to fabricate more lies for his own selfish purposes! Wake up, you are going to hide this from the survivors who trust us [when!]

"Hide it? Hahahahaha! What they lost was just the truth, and don't look at what they gained! It's been a century since we were so united—"

Captain Surrey's words have not yet finished.

A deafening roar suddenly came from everyone's feet. Everyone, whether standing or sitting, was knocked over by the sudden movement.

“Giggle——!”

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

The adjutant's expression changed instantly as he reluctantly got up from the ground. He felt the tremor coming from the wall, and his eyes were filled with panic.

The same goes for the sailors following him. They held on to the swaying hull and kept retreating, their eyes filled with fear.

Torpedo!

Someone took advantage of their confusion and launched a torpedo!

They were shot!

"Retreat quickly!" the adjutant shouted, pushing the soldiers behind him and urging them to run towards Fang Yan on the gangway.

But at this time, Sari, who was forced into a desperate situation, released his left hand that was holding the wound, stood up with a grin on the wall, and stood up.

"No one can judge me!"

The face that had lost so much blood was twisted with a hint of fanaticism.

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

Although Jie regretted that he failed to seize control of the Glory, such a result did not taint his mission.

The mission in his heart.

"For the Federation!!"

The veins in his neck popped out. He roared and pulled the trigger. In a burst of fire and blood mist, he was swallowed by the surging seawater...

On the bridge.

Looking at the hull of the ship that was gradually capsizing in the thick smoke, Dong Wen stood up slowly holding on to the console, with a hint of astonishment written on his resolute face.

He had imagined that there might be an informant from Charas on his ship. After all, even he himself had been a supporter of that adult.

He even thought that the madman's supporters would prevent him from returning to North Island with evidence at all costs, and would even betray his oath under the federal flag to launch a mutiny...

However, what he didn't expect was that the lunatic would even risk letting the federal fleet kill each other in order to win...

There was no doubt that it was a torpedo fired by friendly forces.

Flames burned on the steel, and the surging waves were like boiling water, dragging the majestic ship towards the bottomless abyss.

When a systemic error occurs, it is often not just one or two wrong decisions made by one or two people, but rather the vast majority of people who make decisions from their own standpoints and instinctively choose three options: top, middle, and bottom. Zhong made the right choice.

It is for this reason that when systematic errors have become a reality, one or two error correction actions become as insignificant as the one or two errors themselves.

This is true for ocean current power stations.

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

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

"...It seems that Mr. Charas has become enlightened." Dongwen took off the hat on his head and placed it on the console of the bridge.

The road may be more twists and turns than he imagined.

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

The source of the sound wave seemed to be somewhere close to them.

After being stunned for a moment, Dongwen reached out and pressed the on switch on the console, then picked up the headphones and put them on.

Just for a moment, a noisy sound came from the headphones.

"This is the Dolphin...please answer when you receive it..."

…

sea ​​area ten kilometers away.

A submarine slowly surfaced, revealing its steep bridge.

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

"This is the Hanye. The Glory has sunk. Please ask for further instructions."

A voice came from the communication channel.

"The command received it and will return to North Island to standby after the mission is completed."

the captain asked.

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

After a brief silence, an answer came from the communication channel.

"Change of plans...there, a little accident happened."

"receive."

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

The bridge above the sea slowly sank.

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

Is it an illusion?

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

That flicker was just for a moment.

The frowning captain stared at the screen for a while, and then looked away from the screen when he saw nothing unusual about him.

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

…

"Wasteland OL" official website.

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

Especially the brothers from the Jungle Corps, who rushed to the forum as soon as they got off the line and started making noise.

"MMP! This NPC is such a bitch, he's still trying to steal people's heads!!"

"You're just trying to steal people's heads, and then you're honking the horn to mock me when you're done!"

"That's right! It's so shameful!"

"Just be content, you guys, after all you saw some monsters. We didn't even see a shadow of a monster. We just wandered around the port and then returned. (Squinting)"

"At least you missed your face on the map PV! We just missed it, and you can't see anything except the final explosion shot."

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

"Hahahaha!"

"It seems that Brother Mosquito pretended to be a pussy. (Funny)"

"Speaking of which, I'm the only one who eats it. Can I eat it? (Funny)"

"Uh... I was blown up by a torpedo fired by the NPC. I didn't pick up the body. Why don't I give you the coordinates so you can take a look?"

"It's okay for me to survive... I'm afraid not even my bones will be left after I survive. But then again, don't you want to have a taste of it? (Funny)"

"How can you taste it in a ghost place like that!?"

The big news today is undoubtedly that the southern sea area came out on top. The Jungle Corps, on behalf of the Alliance and Port Fries, paid a friendly visit to the round island.

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

Governor Channing of the round island said that citizens of the Alliance are welcome to visit and invest on the island, instead of just staying in the port to do business.

To put it in a more understandable way, it is——

"Wasteland OL" has opened another map!

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

The circular island's highly concentrated industrial model and highly automated production methods have forced even the most advanced factories in Boulder City to lag behind.

Of course, if we compare productivity and production costs, it's another story. At present, it seems that the extensive industry in Dawn City is the fastest and cheapest. At least two-fifths of the alliance's industry production total The value is all supported by the factory there.

Both sides have a lot to learn from each other, whether it is in the field of engineering or social studies.

In particular, both parties are societies jointly established by Sanctuary and Wastelanders. Although there are differences in their routes, their development trajectories have many similarities.

There was also an episode during this process. A group of "little fishmen" swam near the submarine pipeline and prepared to cause damage.

Fortunately, as early as two months ago when the submarine pipeline was first moved, the players in Potato Port were already on guard against the threat from the Death Coast.

Fifty W-2/H water attack planes took away all the thousands of aquatic mutants that were driven to the surface of the sea in just one round of bombing.

After witnessing the alliance's powerful combat effectiveness and determination to maintain regional order, the Governor of the Ring Island immediately added a joint defense agreement based on the friendly declaration.

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

And all these achievements are not only the credit of the undersea fresh water pipeline, but also partly the credit of the Torch Church and the federal authorities.

After all, if those guys weren't so capable, the residents of the roundabout wouldn't have run away and trusted a group of outsiders who had just been here less than two months.

As for now, a ton of fresh water has exceeded 0.8 silver coins, and the residents of the ring island can only say that they are really happy with the agreement they signed with suspicion.

In a sense, they, like those Yue people who fled to Friesport, unknowingly took on the shape of an alliance...

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

What can Ye Ao do to me: "It's boring, it's a rubbish game. I can't get an appointment even after two years of reservation. When I get married, I'll blow you all up! (angry)"

Quit smoking: "Damn it, it's been two years, is Brother Ye Ao still getting the new year's money? (Surprised)"

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

No family member: "Don't do it, you can still troll the forum without getting the qualification for closed beta testing. Your account has been banned but you can't even join the forum anymore. (Funny)"

Carrying an umbrella but not a knife at midnight: "Brother, why are you so skilled?"

No family: "Ahem... I heard that too."

The fugitive mole in the canyon: "Strongly request Baiyue to go public! Damn it, if we let these guys snowball down the mountain again, I'm afraid they can buy the entire alliance!"

Fang Chang: "What you said is too exaggerated. Many of our businesses are actually borrowed from Alliance Bank. Do you think we can borrow money for any business? But if it can be listed, I will take it as an example." We support it with both hands. Even if we make a lot of money, we also spend a lot of money. If we can go public and raise funds, we will not be able to increase the debt ratio to expand the business (squinting smile)."

The edge was scratching: "Damn it, isn't your business big enough? How can you expand it? (Shocked)"

Fang Chang: "Where is this? Let's not talk about the Golden Gallon Port project, just talk about the southern sea area. The submarine freshwater transmission network we plan to build has only one pipeline in operation so far, and the customer only has a ring The island family. Relying on this pipeline alone is not enough to meet the needs of millions of survivors. We need to build more.”

Edge of water: "How much money can you make just by selling water?"

Fang Chang: "You can't make much money just by selling water. The trust relationship we have established by 'helping local people solve their water problems' can bring us more benefits. Especially the local people are all well-educated." Many of the survivors of Tu Education are as knowledgeable and experienced as the experts at Camp 101, especially in the field of 'ocean land transformation' that they are good at, and these talents are exactly what we need or even urgently need. "

Edge stroke: "666!"

Commander Quan Shui: "Young man, you are good at poaching. (Surprised)"

Fang Chang: "Tsk, how can you say it's poaching? Which wall of their house did I dig? If they need fresh water, I will give them fresh water. If they need electricity, I will give them electricity. I will even give it to them so that they will not be idle. Provide overseas employment opportunities for people, and the price is just something that local people cannot afford or even have to pay for. I prefer to call it a reasonable allocation of resources.”

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

Edge stroke: "66666!"

Debt-minded: "MMP, other people's regiment commanders can lead their brothers to make a fortune, but our regiment leader will only deduct 6."

The young man and Zhuan said: "That's right! Our team leader is too cool!"

The edge of the water: "??? Damn it, I invested money and I picked a 6."

Debt-eyed: "? When did you secretly invest?"

Lao Yi: "I asked Brother Bian to vote for me, and he voted two months ago. (Baring teeth)"

Debt-eyed: "??? Damn it!"

Killing chickens at midnight: "It is said that the governor of the circular island also promised to build an 800-meter airport runway next to the island, so that the air force brothers can dock there in the future. This can be regarded as one of the benefits brought by the pipeline. (龇tooth)"

There are really mosquitoes in WC: "After all, water and electricity will depend on us in the future, so it's not too much to park a plane on the road. (Squints and smiles)"

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Is 800 meters too short?"

There are really mosquitoes in WC: "It's not short anymore. For W-2, three to four hundred meters is enough. By the way, I heard that this model will be released soon, so you can look forward to it. (Funny)"

Fang Chang: "In short, since the effect of infrastructure construction is good, we will still focus on infrastructure construction in the next stage. As long as all or most of the thirteen islands in the federation are connected to the fresh water and power supply network starting from Chipchi Port, Even if we don’t station troops there, we can gain control of the area through indirect economic means.”

Lao Ji: "Like Silver Moon Bay?"

Fang Chang: "Absolutely."

Although the Xilan Empire frequently behaved irrationally, causing the Camelback Kingdom to request the Alliance to send troops to Silver Moon Bay, and even offered to bear all the expenses, the matter has not yet been resolved.

The alliance has recently been restructuring its military system, abolishing the combat organization of the Ten Thousand Soldiers Corps and restoring the army, division, brigade, regiment, battalion, company, platoon and squad organization of the People's League era.

Of course, if this involves an NPC corps, the player corps can still call the leader of their corps BOSS or boss according to their preference.

In this way, while Fang Chang was drawing pictures with a group of forum friends, describing a beautiful blueprint for the future of the southern sea area, he encouraged them to climb the tower and persuaded Aguang to open the first casino in the river valley province - oh no, securities Gui Yishuo.

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

But just when he was reaching the key point, one of Baiyue's own shareholders suddenly jumped out.

Tails: "Shocked! Big news! Σ(°Д°;)っ"

Quit smoking: "What's going on?"

Luo Yu: "?"

Tails: "Neighbors from French Fries Port! There's a fight! (✪ω✪)"

Lao Ji: "...?"

Fang Chang: "???"

Night 10: "Boy, Aguang flipped the table. (Funny)"

In less than a minute...

The whole forum went crazy instantly!

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(Please give me a monthly ticket, brothers T.T)