This Game Is Too Realistic

In the middle of Jinchuan Province, next to a lush mangrove, there is a settlement called Mafu Town, about 150 miles away from Singularity City.

Although this is just an inconspicuous town, the population here is actually not that small.

At least compared to the surrounding no-man's land, this can be regarded as a "smoke-filled" settlement.

A century ago, the local survivors made a living by raising horses, and there were only two to three hundred people living in the small settlement.

Around the 100th year of the Wasteland Era, there were more farms and manors in Jinchuan Province. The manor economy headed by slave owners became prosperous. The local survivors turned to herding cattle and sheep to provide businessmen traveling from north to south. Without food and accommodation, the town gradually developed to two to three thousand households and seven to eight thousand people.

As for now, the alliance's railway has been repaired, and the locals have added a new business such as guarding the railway and selling grilled sausages and melon seeds near the train station.

They only need to ride a horse along the railway line every day to ensure the safety of the nearly 150 miles of railway section and ensure that the alliance's trains do not have an accident here, and the alliance's insurance company will give them a sum of money.

As for why the insurance company gave the money instead of the company operating the railway, they didn't quite understand. Anyway, those people were willing to give the money.

And since the railway was built, the smoking train would always bring some interesting gadgets along the way from time to time.

For example, tables and chairs, newspapers and books, clothes, furniture and appliances, as well as some puffed and canned foods that no one has seen before, etc., can be taken home with just a silver coin.

In order to earn more silver coins, the idle young men in the town got on the train one after another, planning to go work on the alliance's territory.

In the past, people would still be worried about being too far away from home and rarely come back, even if they thought there might be opportunities to make money there, but now the drive to Shuguang City is less than a day, and many people are willing to give it a try. The idea got on the bus.

Although most people in the town do not feel that they are members of the Alliance, they only feel that the Alliance is no different from the merchants who come and go, but their intentions are slightly bigger, but even so, their lifestyle and habits It is still more or less influenced by Dawn City, just like the former slave owners' manor economy affects their production and life.

No matter what the young men who went to Dawn City brought back were pancakes and ramen, or the big-horned deer god and big-horned rats, or "Boll the Awakener" and "man and automation" from Singularity City, it was always this This town has something that has never happened before.

Especially these days, not only the young guys got on the train, but also the old mayor of this small town came to Dawn City to attend some kind of community meeting.

From the letter sent back by the old man, he said that he had met many important people there, including not only Big Nose from Triumph City, but also people from Ideal City and the Academy.

The big shots sat down to discuss and decided to make solving the mutant slime mold their primary goal.

But before that, they had to deal with a group of guys with torches. Those madmen plan to use the technology of the Age of Prosperity to spread a narcotic thing into the sea.

People in the town don't understand what it means. Many of them have never seen mutant slime molds or the sea in their lives. At most, they can occasionally see one or two preaching lunatics.

But the old mayor, who had seen a lot of the world, told them that all these things were opportunities!

And it’s a big opportunity!

Although there are no slime mold broods around Mafu Town, there are quite a few of them in Jinchuan Province.

Solving the slime mold is really not important to them, just like the railway built by the Alliance.

But if you can help those big shots solve their problems, their lives will become visibly better!

㳎The manager of the alliance said that making money is not shabby at all.

If they can live their own lives well, let people live the lives they should live, and get rid of poverty and ignorance, they have made a great contribution to the end of the Wasteland Era.

He will not ask them to hold the torch high like the alliance.

As usual, the old mayor who was attending the meeting in Shuguang City probably heard something that was encouraging. Seeing that the sun was almost setting, he sent an urgent telegram to the town office.

The mayor's secretary at the town hall yawned, pasted the telegram on the sign board in the square, hammered a nail in, and then got off work to play cards in the tavern.

All the townspeople in the square gathered around him curiously, and after some pushing and shoving, a literate shoemaker finally came out to read the telegram sent by the mayor.

"The meeting of the slime mold research community voted to pass Resolution No. 1. All members of the meeting declared war on the Torch Church and its servants..." He read out the summary of his own words in a low voice, and the man's face changed slightly and he read in a low voice with an expression of disbelief. Sentence, "Is this going to be a war?"

Hearing these words, whispers suddenly spread among the people around him.

Especially the young men whose families run farms and forest farms have expressions of eagerness on their faces.

But some people had worried expressions on their faces, because they quickly remembered that they were also members of some community, and their mayor held a meeting there, and maybe even voted at the meeting.

The people of Mafu Town are tough and tough, not afraid of those few preaching lunatics, but most people are still hesitant when they think of going to war with a group of strangers, even if they know that torches are not a good thing.

A farmer in the town looked at the shoemaker who was reading the obituary and asked with a frown.

"Do we need to go to the battlefield?"

In the past, when fighting with people outside in Mafu Town, those who had horses would fight, those who had guns would fight, and those who had nothing would fight with their lives. I wonder what the rules are now.

Ever since the Alliance built a railroad here, the predator camps and mutant lairs around them seemed to have disappeared. Although there are occasionally small groups of predators or alien species that flow into this area, large-scale wars have not happened for a long time.

"...That's not true. The task we need to undertake is logistics. Just provide accommodation, food, fresh water, and daily necessities to those who come to fight."

The shoemaker read the notice on the bulletin board to the end, paused and said again.

"By the way, the mayor also asked us to open up warehouses, cowsheds, restaurants and even the attic at home that we couldn't build and turn them into hotels, pubs, B\u0026Bs, etc... I guess there will be a lot of them in the next few days. People are coming from Dawn City."

He didn't know what a B\u0026B was, but he thought it should be similar to a hotel or a pub.

Everyone looked at each other after hearing this, with hesitation written on their faces.

At this time, a broad-shouldered housewife stepped forward and asked doubtfully.

"They give money?"

The shoemaker was stunned for a moment and then asked.

"Why not?"

In his impression, it seemed that the people who came with the train had not yet paid. It would be better to say that those guys were eager to stuff the silver coins into their pockets, although they would soon change their tricks to earn the money back. .

After hearing this, everyone felt that it seemed to make some sense. Except for a few young guys who were originally eager to try and showed listless expressions when they heard that they had no chance to play, most of the hesitant people's eyes lit up.

Finally realizing what a big deal the old mayor had brought them, everyone in front of the bulletin board immediately dispersed and ran home to clean up the empty rooms.

The most indispensable thing in the wasteland is land, especially the area around Mafu Town, which is sparsely populated, and large areas outside the town are uninhabited and uninhabited land.

Many residents here live in two-story wooden houses with a ladder-like outside. It is not impossible to convert the vacant first or second floor into a hotel.

It just so happens that many young people have left Shuguang City recently, freeing up many empty houses and rooms.

In addition to those who were busy rushing home, there were also people shouting in the square.

"By the way, I suddenly remembered... There seems to be a big iron drum in my old warehouse with caterpillar tracks hanging underneath. It seems to be something from the Prosperous Era. It came from the city where my grandfather came from more than a hundred miles away. Drag it back."

The man had a straw hat on his back and a sweat towel on his shoulders. He looked like a farmer.

Someone looked at him curiously and asked.

"What's that?"

The farmer shook his head.

"I don't know...but it looks like something from the battlefield. We wanted to change it into a tractor, but we couldn't dismantle it, so we threw it in the warehouse."

Soon someone patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

"When the next train comes, take it to Dawn City and ask. There are many archaeologists there and they should be able to give you a good price."

Then someone else answered.

"Sell it and buy us a drink!"

The farmer scratched the back of his head and said with a smile.

"Haha, definitely!"

It would be great if I could actually sell it for money...

While the residents of Mafu Town were busy preparing for the upcoming war, the various settlements connected by railways and Tianshui tributaries were also taking action as telegrams or urgent letters flew out. got up.

A united front is slowly forming.

The settlements are like gears on a huge machine. Although they are inconspicuous when thrown to the ground, they may not even be noticed by the giants in the wasteland. However, once they are picked up by a chain, When connected in series, the energy erupted cannot be underestimated.

Even the person who connected them may not fully know what is strung on this chain.

After all, whose ancestors didn’t come from the Era of Prosperity?

Those wastelanders are not the real primitive people. Their parents once lived a great era, but later that era went far away with their parents.

Maybe there is some big killer left over from the Prosperity Era hidden in one of the gathering places, but I haven't found a place where I can get it, so I haven't taken it out yet.

Just as the rusty gears were turning for the same goal, Dawn City, located in the center of the machine, was also in full swing.

A military train coming from Dawn City sounded its whistle and stopped steadily beside the platform of Dawn City Railway Station.

The carriages behind the locomotive were filled with ammunition and supplies, as well as rows of pallets packed with artillery.

These are supplies destined for the front line.

Some of them were purchased by the alliance themselves, while others were sponsored by various members of the community or shipped from their homes.

For example, the two 902mm heavy-duty mortars are the fighter aircraft sponsored by Triumph City.

The short and thick gun body made of steel is like a raised pig's snout, and the huge muzzle can even fit two people into it.

The Wilrantians called it "the wild boar."

Although the shape of this thing looks retro, its lethality is unambiguous at all, even higher than some tactical nuclear weapons.

This is especially true when dealing with hard targets such as concrete bunkers.

The only drawback of this thing is that it is too bulky. Not only does it weigh 150 tons, which is far more than the Alliance's No. 2 tank, but the weight of the shells reaches a terrifying 5 tons! The whole thing is an enhanced post-modernist version of "Karl's Cannon"!

In comparison, the main gun of the Iron Heart looks much smaller and cuter.

It is said that these two heavy cannons were produced by a factory under the Southern Legion. They were transported across the ocean through the port of Triumph City to Silver Moon Bay for unloading, and then sent to Dawn City by railway.

Although I don’t know what kind of paranoid thoughts the Weilant people in the southern part of the western continent had in designing such an extremely twisted weapon, the East-West Alliance naturally had no reason to refuse the gift from Qin, and happily accepted the gift. .

However, the Alliance currently does not have a vehicle capable of towing these two heavy guns, and it is not suitable to build a tank specifically for these two imported guns, so they simply welded it onto a train carriage.

In comparison, the No. 60 electromagnetic gun presented by the company appears to be more sincere and has a wider range of uses.

Although the alliance can produce this thing independently, the production capacity is definitely not comparable to that of Ideal City.

As for the academy, it sent a batch of automated combat drones and swarm missiles to Dawn City, which can be used with neural connection devices.

Intelligence players have a new toy to play with.

Waiting at the train station were not only Takeo who was sent to the front line, but also players who were about to go to the front line.

At this moment, five hundred Death Corps players wearing exoskeletons are riding on the backs of Death Claws who are also wearing exoskeletons, reluctantly bidding farewell to their fellow shelter compatriots who are seeing them off——

At least that's how it is seen by those Wastelanders who don't understand Mandarin.

"Hahaha! You're stupid, I'm the first one!"

“Borderline dude is awesome!!!”

"Brothers! Deduct 6 from our leader! This guy is finally getting a little fat!"

"6666!"

All the players in front of the platform looked at these lucky guys with envy, and they only wished that it was not them who got on the bus.

Seeing the stinking looks on those guys' faces, the Mole on the run in the canyon really couldn't stand it and couldn't help but chirp.

"Mother Xipi, my Chimera is no better than these cannon fodders!"

When they attacked Jinhe City, their Skeleton Corps took the lead. I thought there would be no suspense this time, but I didn't expect that they would be overtaken by the Death Corps.

[Beta driving a toy car] couldn't help but follow him.

"That's right! Why the hell didn't we take the lead!"

Shu Ke, the driver of the lift: "I'm afraid there is an ulterior deal behind this."

Look at these wailing defeated dogs, riding on the back of the dead claws, the honest man almost stopped laughing and shouted at the mole.

"Come on, I have five hundred armored heads under my command. They can climb mountains, cross-country, and wade through forests and rivers. If we don't do it, who can do it? Can your Chimera pass through a small ditch?"

Midnight with an umbrella but no knife: "That's right! Can your turret rotate as fast as mine?"

Mole on the run in the canyon: "Damn! Come and give it a try! Camp 101 Arena is waiting for you!"

"You can have fun on your own," he said with a smile, covering the eyepiece of his helmet, and with his right hand he grabbed the dead claw under his body that was about to move forward, "I'm going to the front line to get heads."

Debt's big eyes also said with a playful smile: "Mole, listen to my brother's advice. If you can't control it, just play your game! You have to be a professional like us to fight this kind of thing!"

His more than 100 fruiting bodies were of no use and could be eaten by thieves. They ate each and every one of them, making him almost eat dirt.

Now that the fight has finally begun, those fruiting bodies can be considered useful.

Even if you can't hold the front line, it's still very useful to help transport supplies or stand in the way of the front line.

Mole on the run in the canyon: "Get out of here! What's your specialty?"

The construction site manager said: "Hahahaha!"

Looking at the noisy crowd, folding their arms, the spring water commander shook his head and sighed, and said helplessly.

"I thought about it all night and still couldn't figure out why we, the Storm Troopers, weren't the first to take the lead."

The battlefield atmosphere team also expressed emotion: "Indeed... the first battle had the highest injury rate, which is outrageous."

Shirogane's father, who was also standing on the platform, immediately became unhappy when he heard this and looked at this guy with a look of sorrow and indignation.

"Have you considered the feelings of our Silver Corps?"

The battlefield atmosphere team was stunned for a moment. After a while, they remembered that this guy's injury rate was also high, and then he laughed and laughed.

"Sorry...I forgot."

Shirogane’s father: “@#% @!”

In this peaceful atmosphere, Brother Feng and a group of brothers boarded the train to Jinchuan Province.

They will take a train to the central area of ​​Jinchuan Province, join up with the construction corps that initially went to that area, and then launch an offensive from the northern part of the area actually controlled by the Torch Church, pushing the front to the junction of Jinchuan Province and Haiya Province. at.

At that time, reinforcements from legions, companies, and even colleges will join them here.

The management has only one requirement for them, and that is to show their momentum in Luoxia Xing to save time!

Don't let your allies look down upon you!

…

It’s not just the train station that’s busy, but also the Union Airport.

I saw a huge transport plane parked at the end of the runway, ready for departure.

The towering fuselage is like the wings of a Kunpeng, and the four huge engines are welded to the wings like feathers on the wings.

This is the alliance’s first “self-produced and self-developed” large aircraft!

Its number is H-10, codenamed "Overlord", and it was jointly designed by Factory No. 81 and the Design Institute of the Scientific Research Group!

In fact, at first, the little players in Factory No. 81 originally planned to use the code name "Kunpeng". After all, this thing is really big. However, in order to take care of the children who always confused virtual and real, they thought about it again and changed it to In reality, it takes up the weapon code name.

The energy storage equipment of the entire aircraft is powered by completely solid hydrogen, and the power system is a plasma engine similar to that of the "Orca" transport aircraft.

Its maximum range can reach 2,000 kilometres, which is slightly inferior to the killer whale with a range of more than 3,000 kilometres. However, its maximum carrying capacity is slightly higher than that of the latter, and can reach 150 tons!

After all, this thing is equipped with four engines, which can be said to be a miracle of power.

In fact, saying that this thing is similar to a killer whale is actually a bit modest.

After all, if you ignore the differences in the appearance of the fuselage and engine, this thing is almost a copycat, except that it cannot rotate the wings at will to complete various difficult maneuvers, and switch between fixed-wing mode and vertical take-off and landing mode.㱕"fat tiger" or 䭾"skinny whale".

Of course, in order to make up for the shortcoming of being unable to take off and land vertically, Goblin Technology also collaborated with the research institute of the scientific expedition group to design a "small aircraft" that can switch between fixed-wing mode and vertical take-off and landing mode.

The name of that thing is "Thunder", but it is not deployed here at the moment.

As an enhanced version of the "Lingyun" fighter, it uses an electric propulsion plasma engine like the "Overlord", but the energy supply unit is not solid hydrogen, but similar to power armor, with higher energy density and lower cost. Expensive fusion batteries.

The biggest advantage of the plasma engine is neither thrust nor energy saving, but the stable output capability of the plasma plume. Both controllability and stability are much better than the chemical engine used by traditional jet aircraft.

It is precisely because of this that players can have more space to fully display their creativity and use their ideas in games that are impossible or too costly to implement in reality.

As for the actual performance, it can only be tested on the battlefield.

At this moment, ground support vehicles were shuttled back and forth between the runway and the warehouse, loading boxes and bundles of materials into the rear cabin of the "Overlord" transport aircraft.

As the cabin filled up, the door slowly closed. The pigman chewing gum skillfully pushed the switch and controlled the plane to drive onto the runway, drawing four faint blue arcs and flying toward the horizon.

Although his route was in the same direction as the military column heading south, his destination was not Jinchuan Province, but Baiyue Province, which was located southwest of Haiya Province.

There is a two-mile-long runway near the military base on the northwest side of Potato Port.

Although the maintenance cost of building a runway in Baiyue Province was high, out of strategic needs, Chu Guang finally paid for it and let local small players build the runway.

After all, there is only one Iron Heart, and it would be too time-consuming to rely on an inflatable airship to transport supplies at critical times.

In this war, the Alliance will simultaneously launch offensives against the areas actually controlled by the Torch Church from both the north and south directions. This is also necessary for military deployment in the area around Fries Port.

Next to the airport runway, two corporate pilots looked at the direction in which the "Overlord" transport plane disappeared, and looked at each other with strange expressions.

Among them, the more candid one quickly expressed the confusion in his heart.

"...Is it my imagination? Why do I think that thing looks a bit like our engine?"

The man standing next to him opened his mouth and gave an ambiguous answer.

"Maybe... it's an illusion."

Just treat it as an illusion.

Anyway, this thing has no patent in the wasteland.

Their engine is based on the plasma thruster on the Era of Prosperity starship. There are so many shelter residents in the Alliance, so it doesn't seem unreasonable to copy one of the parts on the starship.

After all, now is not the time to argue about this, and the Alliance is still their ally.

Even if there is a dispute, we have to wait until this war is over before discussing...

…

To the north of Shuguang City, near the legion mission's residence, the lobby of a hotel was also bustling with activity.

Naturally, the most hotly discussed topic is the latest issue of "Survival Daily".

For the first time, two big pieces of news appeared in today's newspaper.

One of them is the "sticky body" declaring war on the Torch, and the other is the newly established South China Sea Alliance.

Although the Alliance rarely actively exports its values ​​​​to the outside world, there is no shortage of believers in the wasteland who actively embrace the dawn.

I heard that the territory of the South China Sea Alliance is even larger than the territory of the Alliance!

It's just that the area of ​​their "land" is so small that compared to what happened there, the residents of Dawn City were more surprised at how they crammed people into that palm-sized island.

But surprise is surprise.

The topic of the southern sea area is not very popular in Dawn City, at least not as much as the really big event of "the sticky body declares war on the Torch Church"!

After all, in the past four months, nothing is more topical than the ongoing collective meeting.

The survivors of Dawn City were deeply impressed by the atrocities committed by the Torch Church and its believers.

After all, most of them survived by chewing bones, and some of them escaped from Jinchuan Province. Almost all of them hated those lunatics to the core.

Now that they heard that all the members of the Nianyan Group had declared war on the Torch Church, almost everyone couldn't help but laugh.

"It's time to liquidate those bitches!" A drunken mercenary banged his right fist on the table and shouted drunkenly.

The businessman sitting next to him also said in a calm voice.

"I remember they existed in the Bone Chewing Tribe! These beasts, a bunch of inhuman things..."

"I didn't expect that the Weiland people would stand with us. Those guys are doing a lot of bad things."

"And those guys from Bugla, I always feel like they are nothing."

"In management terms, those guys are nothing, but conflicts with them can be put aside for now. We have to solve the more critical issues first."

The hotel lobby was filled with noise, and no one noticed the man sitting in the corner of the lobby.

That person was the Ambassador of the Xilan Empire, Lord Jarava, who had just been discharged from the hospital.

Although the doctor told him to drink less alcohol and read less newspapers, it was obvious that he did not listen to the doctor's instructions. At this moment, he stubbornly held a copy of the "Survivor Daily" bought by the servant in his hand.

Staring at the headlines in the newspaper, Lord Jarava had a sickly flush on his face and whispered excitedly.

"The fight started!"

The fight finally started!

Once the alliance's war machine is launched, it will definitely have no time to take care of the affairs of Borneo Province. Not only will their empire get a chance to breathe, but they may also be able to take this opportunity to reverse the decline in one fell swoop!䛗Zheng Xiongfeng!

But——

The Legion seems to have participated in this war against the Torch, and I heard that they also sent troops affiliated with the Eastern Legion.

As the Legion's largest ally and one of the main signatories of the Adhesive Body, Lord Jarawa thought about what they should express.

At least make the Legion realize their importance.

Moreover, this is a completely risk-free transaction.

If three gods are provoked at the same time, the torch will probably have its ashes scattered, let alone how long it will survive.

Maybe we can even get some loot by then.

Touching his chin, Lord Jarava thought in his heart.

"...Let His Majesty send some people to cross the bridge in a symbolic way."