This Game Is Too Realistic

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

Its name is "Haiya".

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

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

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

Its power cannot be described simply by its caliber. The gun barrel, which is as thick as a locomotive, does not look like something that appeared in a naval battle.

And this is indeed the case.

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

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

Immediately afterwards, the sharp-edged barrel slowly rose, and then its sides slowly unfolded, just like cutting the belly open in the middle, exposing the entirety of the originally closed barrel.

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

The bridge of the Haiya.

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

In the image, a cone with an arc-shaped central axis spanned the spherical sea and enveloped the sky above a small island.

That's Anle Island!

The third largest military port in the southern seas, it is also the base camp of rebels and puppet authorities.

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

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

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

"Calibration completed!"

The captain nodded slowly, paused for only two seconds, and then spoke decisively.

"Fire!"

There is terrifying energy stored deep in the blue plasma cannon, which is released instantly as the attack order is issued!

“Buzz——!”

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

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

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

And this is just the first shot!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No other force can balance him.

"Without submarine cover, it might still be a bit dangerous to rely on only a few destroyers for escort..." Staff Sergeant Wangpa, who was standing next to Varro and holding a telescope, stared at the warship intently, grinning at the corner of his sloppy beard and said, " Not surprisingly, it only dares to drive this far."

The battle is beyond visual range on the sea, and the same is true below the sea.

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

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

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

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

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

Obviously Mr. Charas is well aware of the cards he holds.

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

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

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

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

"……What's the meaning?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

After saying that, he passed by Varro and walked towards the military camp.

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

Even if President Mongo has problems, he should be tried by the law instead of being lynched by the Marine Corps.

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

This is it.

No matter what his children will think of them in the future, they can only continue to fight now.

It's just that he always has a premonition.

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

…

Anle Island.

A series of thunders pierced the tranquility, and deafening roars fell on the sea and land.

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

The front end of the cannonball is compressed (like solid air), and the rear end is forcibly pulled out of a vacuum belt. The huge air pressure difference crazily tears the warhead of the cannonball, burning the remaining resistance coating. .

And during this process, the temperature of the cannonball continued to rise until it reached a certain critical point of collapse——

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

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

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

Even if careful calculations have been made, and even the rotation of the earth has been taken into consideration, the distance of more than a thousand kilometers is still too far. In a parallel world, it is equivalent to traveling from "Xisha" to "Brunei".

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

The two shells that directly hit the island carved two deep craters into the mountain, but did not hit the harbor and submarine factory behind the mountain, nor did they cause any injuries.

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

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

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

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

㵔What he is worried about is not entirely the battleships on the North Island, but also the bad news from the deep south——

In his last call back, the governor of the round island stated that the residents of the round island had joined the South Sea Alliance.

This is undoubtedly bad news.

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

This is no small thing.

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

Charas can not take legality seriously because he has enough naval guns.

But he couldn't answer back, and the reason was reality, because their fists were not big enough.

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

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

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

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

If that guy knew, he would probably laugh out loud...

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

"Report! News from Fang Yan in Shelter 70!"

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

The guard reported truthfully.

"They want to talk to you!"

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

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

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

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

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

Di Minghui frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"What do you want to say?"

"...an idea that may surprise you, but it is also the only best solution we can think of at the moment."

"You said."

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

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

"United..."

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

"I think it's never too late. We have studied your declaration and drafted a new declaration. From now on, the refuge manager will no longer have the right to manage the affairs of the southern sea area, and will only be in accordance with the refuge management regulations. Manage the internal affairs of the shelter. At the same time, survivors in the southern sea area have the same rights as the residents of the shelter, not only education and medical care, but also legislation, becoming a secretary or other... You. Isn’t that what you’re pursuing?”

When he said [here], Chen Jianhong paused and continued.

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

Di Minghui narrowed his eyes.

"Who can ensure that you keep your promises?"

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

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

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

"...Don't forget, I don't trust you the most, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sit in this position."

"That's great. If you're the kind of guy who just listens to whatever we say, I'd wonder if it's too early to take off this coat... Look, we're not all good. If you didn’t do it, at least the first generation of managers let you receive education, otherwise you will be like those guys in Borneo.”

When talking about this, Chen Jianhong suddenly thought of something and continued talking.

"By the way, I was so busy trying to win over you that I almost forgot to get down to business. We have established the Southern Sea Survivors Alliance, or the South Sea Alliance for short. After that, we plan to rebuild the ocean current power station, starting from the part of the seabed that we can control, and then restore it Coral City and its production facilities will finally defeat the enemy in the north together with our allies."

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

To achieve this goal, they need three submarines from Anle Island.

Without the protection of submarines, dozens of mutants would be enough to give them a headache.

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

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

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

This is indeed a good idea.

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

Winning the support of the alliance is the key to realizing this plan.

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

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

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

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

Chen Jianhong smiled and said.

"Do you think they will choose you?"

Di Minghui snorted coldly.

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

Chen Jianhong sighed and said.

"If you only look at the surface of the problem, then it is indeed the case. If you had really been to Luoxia Province, you would not say such stupid things."

Di Minghui frowned.

"What's the meaning?"

Chen Jianhong continued to talk.

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

After a pause, he said to the point.

"Moreover, their union has never been the king, they have always been local survivors. They built railways, built schools, and hospitals for the local people, including the abolition of slavery. Which of them was for the king? The king does not need those things! They just didn’t paint their own equality on the bullets and force them on the locals!”

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

Di Minghui was speechless for a moment, staring straight at the radio and speechless.

Indeed...

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

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

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

If he ends up being a "traitor" like Charas, launching a war in the name of the declaration, then abolishing the declaration in the name of war, and finally seizing all power into his own hands... the four governors will not stand at all. On his side, even if he is on his side now, he will definitely oppose him when he comes to his senses.

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

You have to choose between faith and sword.

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

If he chooses to be someone completely different from Charas, to be a true hero fighting for the Constitution, and to fulfill his promise in his oath of office when everything is over, to refuse lies to maintain peace, to be truly united... …

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

No matter what happened in the past, now the residents of Vault 70 are still fighting for the ideal of equality and have taken the initiative to take off their coats.

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

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

A trace of struggle appeared on Di Minghui's face, and he involuntarily clenched his fist that was placed in front of the radio.

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

Now, he finally stood above ten thousand people... Whether it was because he was being carried, or because he longed for it deep down in his heart.

He is not a saint after all...

This is so difficult!

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

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

"If you think you are more professional than that guy, you can take a gamble with that unrealistic idea, but he can run away, but you can't! Or you can fulfill your promise on the radio and put it on the line. Make the beginning and finish the work to the end!”

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

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

"...We will never compromise with the beast, let alone accept lies to maintain peace."

"We need true unity!"

"Real!"

…

…

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

Shuguang City, the auditorium of the Nian Community Building.

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

Sitting here are all representatives of various settlements.

The farthest ones are from Triumph City and Ideal City, and the nearest ones are the kingdom next door, and even the Garbage City just east of Dawn City, and the Bugra Free State, which is a little further away and replaces the Great Rift Valley.

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

The entire conference building was completed by the engineering and construction teams of the enterprise and the college. During this period, the Corps Chief of Staff served as project supervision. Therefore, it was supposed to be completed in one month, but in the end it only took two months.

Compared to the building itself, which is inconsequential, the two or so people sitting during the meeting are mostly outsiders of the alliance.

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

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

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

Like that's some important sociological information.

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

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

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

Can this problem be solved by just talking?

There are all the guys sitting here, including the guy standing on the stage. They each represent the collective. Which one can make more sacrifices than Willant to solve the mutant slime mold?

Is it a company that operates behind closed doors? Or hide behind the swamp and "build a ship behind closed doors"?

Let alone the alliance, which has only been established for a few years, I'm afraid more people have died at the hands of slime mold than they have. Let's wait ten years before competing with them.

Some young officers may have forgotten that they know too well the history of blood and tears of the Velant people.

Those guys from the War and Construction Committee "created" them just to deal with slime mold. The reason why the bridge of their noses changed from shackles to medals now is because they punched them out bit by bit with their fists!

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

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

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

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

Just as he was chatting, the guy sitting next to him, whom he looked down upon the most, had a completely different reaction to his voice on the podium.

Staring intently at the figure standing in front of the podium, attending the meeting on behalf of Duke Jarawa, Niyan couldn't help but hold his breath. His eyes, which were not very big, were filled with enthusiasm and desire, as if he was hiding in the stove. Under the shadow of the table, facing the oil lamp, "haha haha" like a mouse.

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

The cadence of his voice was like beating a war drum. Just listening to him speak, Niyang felt that his heart was pounding so hard, as if it was about to fly out of his throat.

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

No--

How dare that sick man compare with this adult?

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

In terms of bloodline, who has a more pure bloodline than Shelter Shelter?

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

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

When it comes to understanding the alliance, Niyan never misses any newspaper and can even confidently say that he knows this place better than the people living here, and even knows the adult better than them!

There is no doubt that he is that adult's true fan!

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

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

The Duke of Garava could not see clearly, and neither could his Majesty, but he knew very well which beast had done the most harm to his compatriots.

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

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

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

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

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

As he continued his speech to the end, Chu Guang clenched his fist and placed it on the podium, neither light nor heavy.

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

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

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

"Let us unite again for the same goal!"

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

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

Whether they are allies, former rivals, or empires that have just had a conflict...

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

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

That group of lunatics tried their best and painstakingly laid out the plan, but they could only win over a few islands, and they still seemed to be in harmony with each other.

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

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

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