This Game Is Too Realistic

Wasteland OL official website.

Almost at the peak of going online and offline, a post that ignited the topic was pushed to the homepage of the forum.

Night Ten: Big news! There is an event in Potato Fries Harbor the day after tomorrow! (Funny)

Since Qingquan City passed the customs, the dog plan has not done a new job for a long time.

When everyone heard that there was an event, no matter where they were or how far away they were from themselves, one or two were instantly excited.

Paddle on the edge: What activity?

Spring Commander: Wait, aren't you still in Dawn City?

Big Eyes in Debt: Exactly! I saw you yesterday, with the NPC from that academy!

Night Ten: It doesn't matter! My brother is in Chip Harbor, which means I'm there too. (Funny)

Battlefield atmosphere group: Damn, can you stop talking nonsense and tell me what's going on?

Fang Chang: According to the clues provided by the Southern Islands Federation Maritime Patrol, it seems that someone drove them away from the patrol area.

Mole on the run in the canyon: Finally someone with a lot of information came out. (Squint eyes)

Commander Quanshui: It's kind of interesting, is this going to get rid of those who are in the way first?

Fang Chang: Well, if the identity of the attacking target is a bit embarrassing for the maritime patrol team of the Federation of Southern Islands, then there is only one possibility.

Springwater Commander: Torch?

Fang Chang: It's probably true. Only in this way can we explain why the federal authorities planned such an exercise and left such an obvious loophole.

After all, if it's the Legion or the Xilan Empire, forces that have nothing to do with the Federation of the Southern Islands, even if they suddenly launch an attack on Chips Port, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the Federation of the Southern Islands, right?

Furthermore, I can even deduce that the wave of people or monsters who are about to attack Potato Chips may be the same wave as the one that sank the 'Golden Coast' exploration ship before, or at least used the same weapon...and this is also One of the reasons they are so sensitive.

Elf King Fugui: What do you think it will be? Those winged mutants we met in Jinhe City before? (Curiosity)

Fang Chang: Why can't they swim in the sea? Didn't that NPC named Huang Guangwei and the submersible he brought already hinted at it? There are aquatic mutants active along the coast of the southern waters.

Siss: It makes sense. Although I feel that the possibility of aquatic aliens is not small, the mobility of that big guy seems to be a problem.

Commander Quanshui: Hey, I thought there was a big event, so I slipped away.

Canyon Mole on the Run: Have you shown your card yet. (Funny)

Picking up trash level 99: Damn it, have you been pying with brother Guang?

Irena: I've read the script. (Funny)

Tail: Oh! Pass it on! Dolly was greened by the dog! (///ω///)

Fang Chang: ?

The post went viral quickly.

However, most players still have no opinion on Brother Fang's analysis.

So far, the expansion pack updates of Wasteland OL are relatively logical. For the time being, there has not been a bad job where popular NPCs take turns blackening and whitewashing.

In other words, players can also analyze the main line of the next version through the intelligence in the game, and even predict in advance the big pit that the dog plans to dig.

According to the available information, it can be basically concluded that almost 90% of the incident two days later was a mutant attack, and it was an attack from under the sea!

At this moment, Chu Guang, who was sitting in the shelter watching the screen, watched the players' discussion from beginning to end, feeling admiration in his heart.

Although the logic of the analysis is a bit far-fetched, there is nothing wrong with it from the perspective of the game.

From the player's point of view, what can be analyzed is basically the tactical level.

As for Chu Guang himself, who is the manager and the only planner, he is of course more concerned about the strategic level.

...If the Church of the Torch really plays the mutant card, it seems that there are not many cards they can play in the sea.

Seeing Chu Guang with a smile on his face, Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder at the corner of the table, tilted her head in confusion.

Is there any connection between the two things?

Taking a sip of the black tea with milk, Chu Guang said slowly.

The reason for dismissing people who are in the way is because they are worried about being seen, which means that they may have used this card more than once. But if there is a choice, I don't think they will take unnecessary risks and hold a card repeatedly. use.

If this is the case, it is not difficult to understand why those lunatics who have no bottom line are so cautious about the survivors in the southern sea.

The survivors in the southern seas are the only key for them to extend their tentacles into the sea and break the strategic dilemma.

They need the research base of Coral City, and more importantly, the brood of the Tianting space station.

The problem is that their power in the ocean is too weak.

It may be nothing to bully a few civilian ships, but once it is against the warships of the Federation of the South Islands, those alien species dominated by mind interference devices are a joke.

After all, that is the survivor force that has been developed for two centuries. Even if their strength is not comparable to that of a few fallen empires, it can be regarded as a strong start.

At least it is much stronger than the start of the alliance whose development depends entirely on picking up trash.

It is precisely because of this that the Church of the Torch adopted a gradual infiltration model for the survivors in the southern sea area, and even sent out treasures such as mind interference devices as bait.

However, just as the Torch spent all its money to annex the survivors in the southern waters, the alliance's sudden intervention caused a slight change in their plan.

It seems that the series of actions of the players in the Baiyue Strait really made the bishop in charge of the area's affairs anxious.

The corners of Chu Guang's eyebrows could not help but raise an interesting arc, and his ten fingers resting on the table were intertwined.

This feeling is very interesting.

Although he hasn't met his opponent yet, he has roughly guessed how many cards the opponent is holding, as well as what the strategic goals and shortcomings are.

The only suspense now is whether the players' predictions about the dog's plan are accurate.

If they got it right, the mastermind behind the attack was the Church of the Torch, and the attacking minions were the aquatic mutants raised by the Torch on the coast of death...

Before the battle even started, they had already won one-third of the battle.

Thinking of this, the smile on the corner of Chu Guang's mouth became more and more joyful, and he picked up the teacup and took another sip.

So funny.

Sitting on the pen holder dangling her calves, Xiao Qi quietly looked at Chu Guang without saying a word, her eyes shone with admiration.

Although I don't know what happened, it always feels like the master who did nothing seems to have won again...

...

On a blue sea, the flagship undulates with the waves like a solitary boat.

A merchant in luxurious clothes stood on the side of the ship, looking at the flowery white foam split by the bow, let out a long and long sigh.

Looking back on his busy life, Morgarvey thinks it is quite wonderful.

As an inconspicuous person, he first witnessed the legion's great expedition across the continent to the Great Rift Valley, and then personally experienced the war of annihilation launched by the Falcon Kingdom against the kings of the desert.

During this period, a mighty bone-chewing rebellion erupted in the distant valley province. The united survivors formed an unbreakable alliance. , the province of Borneo, with thousands of races and gods, once again changed its dynasty...

A lot has happened over the years.

Those events seemed to be isolated from each other, but they seemed to be connected together by invisible causes and effects.

And maybe standing here at this moment is also because of some invisible cause and effect.

At the beginning, he shouldn't have had the greed of making a lot of money.

If he didn't stay in the port of Yinyue Bay for a few days, so that he was targeted by the people of the Xilan Empire, but took the money he earned from selling the skin, he found the captain with a bad face and begged him to come back again. Pulling himself, maybe even if he can't earn the big sum he dreamed of, at least it's better than what he is doing now.

Looking at the two cargo ships that were getting closer, Mojavey had a mournful expression on his face, as if he was about to step on the execution ground.

Captain Achim patted him on the shoulder and gave him a sunny smile.

Relax the layout, don't hang your face, wait for our soldiers to land at the port, you can pick whatever you want there, whether it's people, goods or money, it's no less than what you can get from a business trip.

It's... Your Excellency.

Mojavey forced a smile that was uglier than crying from his face, but when he thought of his possible miserable end in the end, the only little smile couldn't hold back and collapsed.

In the end, he was still not reconciled to his years of painstaking efforts in exchange for such an aggrieved death.

He gritted his teeth, and finally couldn't help but say a word of persuasion, trying to persuade the captain to rein in the precipice.

I have no doubt that you can crush your enemy like a grasshopper, but have you ever thought about a question... How do you plan to bear the alliance's anger?

Rage? Who would be angry with a group of gophers? Achim picked out his ears and flicked the earwax into the sea with a look of disdain. They should have realized the moment they refused Duke Galava's request that they would Pay for your own arrogance and stupidity. Besides, we just get back what is ours, and charge a little interest along the way.

The empire has a vast territory. Not only is it fertile for thousands of miles, it is favored by thousands of gods, and it is also an alliance of brothers with the army.

A mere alliance is nothing to be afraid of.

Although the companies standing behind the alliance are a threat, and even the Legion is troublesome to those guys, he doesn't think that Ideal City will tear itself apart from the Empire for such a trivial matter.

What's more, they are backed by legions. A two-star captain who has experienced many battles has arrived in the capital of the empire to meet His Majesty. rifle.

He admitted that the group of blue gophers were good at picking up trash, but they still lacked in strategy and layout, and they were far from the opponents of the empire.

No one will know that this operation was carried out under the instruction of the high-level empire.

Once the two cargo ships departing from Gold Gallon Port stopped at Chips Port, more than a thousand elites disguised as pirates would come out and quickly board the land to control the entire port.

They will loot the camps on the shore, take away all the slaves who were robbed by the alliance, and then blame the pirates. If the alliance insists on an explanation, then chop off the businessman's head and send it to them.

In this way, it not only demonstrates the magnanimity of the empire, but also proves the position and determination of the empire to the legion. It can be said to kill four birds with one stone.

While talking, one of the cargo ships had already approached the side of the warship.

Mojave secretly looked at this cargo ship, and there was a tightly covered shed on the long and narrow deck. There is no doubt that this is just an ordinary civilian dry bulk cargo ship, and it is used to pull livestock. kind of.

Usually, merchants in the Borneo Province would use this kind of cargo ship to transport the two-headed cows that were forbidden to be eaten in the Borneo Province, and sell them to the port of Silver Moon Bay.

Transporting troops in civilian cargo ships...

Thanks to these guys for doing it.

A man who looked like an officer stood at the bow of the boat and gave a military salute to Achim.

The 1,000th team of the Gray Wolf Army is already in place, please give instructions!

Looking at the officer with muscular muscles, blazing eyes, and a murderous look all over his body, Captain Achim nodded his proud head approvingly.

The Gray Wolf Army is the elite stationed in the eastern part of Borneo Province. It is all composed of brave and skilled wolf tribesmen, and it is the ace of land warfare of the Xilan Empire.

Unexpectedly, the top management of the empire moved out of them. It seems that the top management paid more attention to this operation than he imagined.

He seems to have seen the ashes floating over Chip Harbor, and the dilapidated houses and bones that were burned to ashes.

Putting away that appreciative smile, Captain Achim adjusted his expression slightly, and looked at the officer solemnly.

Commander Di Rang, your superior should have given you the task, so I won't repeat it here.

From now on, your identities are no longer the soldiers of the empire, but the ghosts of the sea, the devils who bring death and destruction to the enemies of the empire.

I know this will dishonor your honor, but it's all for the Empire! Your fathers and children, your people will be proud of you!

The commander-in-chief named Dirang's eyes were shining brightly. He raised his head and straightened his back, and solemnly and solemnly swore the oath.

For the Empire! For Your Majesty!

That mighty aura was in stark contrast to the trembling Mogarvey.

Glancing at the timid merchant next to him, Captain Achim grinned a playful and mocking smile.

Patting the poor thing's shoulder, he handed it over to his most loyal subordinate Singer, and then went back to the cabin.

Watching the officer leave, the taciturn guard stepped forward, stood behind Mogarvey, and said quietly.

Mr. Mogarvey, it's time to go.

Mojave nodded with a bitter face. Under the watchful eye of the guard named Singer, he tremblingly climbed onto the wooden plank extending from the deck of the warship to the cargo ship.

After boarding the cargo ship behind him, Singer waved his hands behind him, signaling the sailors on the warship to put away the planks.

After putting away the boards, the warship slowly put away the anchor chain, and then sounded the farewell whistle.

The two cargo ships that set off again also sounded their whistles one after another, and then continued to move towards the Baiyue Strait.

Watching the warship with the green-backed double-knife flag drifting away, Mogave completely gave up the last thought that these idiots would rein in the precipice.

At this time, the commander named Di Rang walked up to him and said expressionlessly.

Mr. Mogarvey, I have heard about your situation in the telegram. You just need to help us board the dock. We will allow you to choose ten slaves first and take away goods worth 100,000 dinars. .”

Not listening to the second half of the sentence at all, Mogave glanced at the cabin with the door closed, then at the officer and several soldiers dressed as sailors on board, and couldn't help asking.

Do you have any plans? Or are we just going to drive there?

Di Rang said succinctly.

Just drive there.

Mogarvey then asked.

And then? How do you plan to occupy it? Just rush up from the pier?

You don't need to worry about the rest of it. To be honest, Di Rang looked down on this coward from the bottom of his heart, so he didn't even bother to talk nonsense with him.

Not to mention that they are the elite of the empire, two cargo ships are full of a team of thousands of people, and each person's saliva is enough to flood the port. He doesn't even know what this guy has to be afraid of.

Not to mention that this battle may not even be able to be fought. I am afraid that when they stand on the shore, those people will be dumbfounded on the spot and obediently raise their hands and surrender.

Looking at these guys who couldn't communicate, Mogave had a bitter expression on his face.

He knew it was useless to say anything now, and he didn't know what to say to persuade them.

If these guys are really thinking about their empire in their hearts, then they should at least use a little brain when thinking about problems.

But apparently they didn't.

These people have gone crazy.

And it's completely insane...

...

After two days and one night of sailing, the two cargo ships finally sailed into the west mouth of the Baiyue Strait.

They are less than 500 kilometers away from Chip Port, and they should be able to get there before eight o'clock in the evening if there is no accident.

Looking at the emerald green jungle on the shore, Mogarvey's Adam's apple twitched and said.

...do you know why there is no one here?

Singer, who was standing behind him, didn't speak, and didn't bother to talk to him at all.

Di Rang, who had already changed into casual clothes, glanced at him and said casually.

Why?

Because no one can conquer this land, whether it is the Hump Kingdom or the Federation of the Southern Islands who escaped from here... In the face of waves of alien species coming in, the determination and courage of mortals are just in vain.

Looking at Di Rang who was staring at him intently, Mogave swallowed and continued.

But some people succeeded. Not only did they establish a firm foothold on this land, but they also built a settlement... You may not think it's a big deal, but I'm from the Hump Kingdom, and I know it's important It's amazing how much they have not only grit, determination, but scientific method, and something that I can't figure out.

Di Ran said with a blank face.

So what?

Mogarvey sighed softly.

No... how about it, just pretend I haven't said anything.

Amidst the chirping of insects along the coast, two cargo ships full of soldiers continued to move forward.

Time passed very slowly, under the venomous sunlight, this short half day seemed as long as a century.

However, unlike Mogarvey, who was enduring the torment, the other people on the ship, whether they were officers or soldiers disguised as sailors, looked energetic.

He even saw a few soldiers whispering to each other with evil smiles on their faces, without even seeing the shadow of the pier, he fantasized about how to divide up the loot that had not yet been obtained.

After a while, I have to pick a big butt.

Haha, we know you have a unique taste, don't worry, no one will compete with you.

Can you pursue a little bit, the women in the refuge are not more energetic than those dirty Moon Clan people?

Why don't you try it together? Anyway, we have three days, and the officer said that as long as we don't miss the business, we can play however we want.

Damn... if only this wreck could go faster.

I'm going to the bathroom first.

Shameful thing, get out of here.

Hahaha!

Perhaps in response to their expectations, the sun finally fell into twilight.

The sea that sank into the night was silent, as if smelling the prelude of a storm, even the waves that washed against the bow of the ship became cautious.

It is estimated that the time is coming.

Dirang, who was patrolling the plywood, patted Mogarvey on the shoulder, turned and walked into the cargo hold.

It didn't take long for the bloody nonsense to come out of the leaky cabin door, as well as menacing shouts in response.

That guy seems to be mobilizing for the final war.

But to Mogarvey's ears, it was no different from dying words.

They don't know what kind of monster their opponent is, and they are still imagining that as long as they step on the pier, everything will be fine, and the group of weak blue gophers will rush into the hole as soon as the gunshots are fired.

Touching the silver pendant on his chest, he silently prayed to the Silver Moon Goddess in his heart, only hoping that when he fell into the water for a while, he would not be eaten by the aliens wandering nearby.

Putting the pendant back on the neckline, Mogarvey took a deep breath and walked to the bow.

As usual, Singer followed him every step of the way, not intending to leave him any chance to be alone.

Mo Jiawei didn't care about it either, after all, it wasn't the time anyway, even if he wanted to take the risk of jumping off the ship, he had to wait until he got close to the port, not here.

Looking at the increasingly familiar coastline in the distance, his heart was pounding hard.

But at this moment, he suddenly frowned, and unconsciously leaked a hint of surprise from his mouth.

strangeness……

That voice did not escape Singer's ears, who asked blankly.

What's wrong?

Mogarvee swallowed, glanced at him, and whispered his confusion.

I didn't see the speedboat of the patrol.

Singer frowned.

Patrol?

Mogarvey explained.

It's the patrol team of the Federation of the Southern Islands.

Relaxing his frown, Singer returned to his indifferent expression.

It doesn't matter what those people do.

Mojave was stunned for a moment, looked away from his face, turned his head and continued to look at the distant sea, and whispered.

It's really none of their business...but it's abnormal. When a ship passed by here before, they would go to the ship to check for smuggling and so on.

Is the alliance not allowing them to patrol here?

Probably not...

For some reason, Morgarvey always had a feeling of uneasiness in his heart, as if he was being targeted by a wild beast.

Out of the instinct of self-preservation, he let go of his hand on the railing, and returned to the side of the cabin from the bow.

Almost at the same time when he returned to the side of the cabin, a violent tremor accompanied by a loud noise came from under his feet, almost throwing him over.

The cargo ship seemed to have hit something.

However, Mojavey knew very well that this water area was very safe, and there were no such sinister reefs that were usually buried under the waves.

After being caught off guard, Singer and the soldiers on the side were not so lucky.

After all, they were not professional sailors, they all fell over and over again, and a few unlucky ghosts leaning against the side of the boat even screamed and fell into the sea.

The scream that merged into the sound of the tide quickly disappeared, as if something caught them.

Faced with this sudden shock, Mo Jiawei was frightened out of his wits, lying on the splint with his hands covering his head and trembling.

Not far away, the cabin door slammed open.

Di Rang, clutching his forehead, rushed out with a gun, yelling cursingly.

Damn, what happened?!

Looking past his calf, at this moment Mo Jiawei finally saw clearly the so-called ghost of the Baltic Sea in the cabin.

It was a group of soldiers carrying Ripper rifles, and several submachine guns and automatic rifles hung on their chests.

But none of that matters now.

Those guys also fell down and staggered. Although they didn't panic, they all looked around in a daze, not knowing how to deal with the situation in front of them.

Singer, who got up from the deck, also cursed, stretched out his hand and pulled Mogarvey who was lying on the deck, staring at him and yelling.

Damn it, did you report the letter to the alliance?!

Mogarvey said with a mournful expression.

Are you kidding, my lord, when did I ever leave under your nose?

As if thinking that this was indeed the case, Singer gritted his teeth and threw away his collar.

Staggering back two steps, Mojavey held the cabin without falling, trying to calm down his disordered breathing, trying to calm himself down in a panic.

He probably figured out what was going on.

It was probably a torpedo that hit them just now.

Through the tremors along the deck and bulkheads, he could clearly feel the sound of seawater pouring into the cabin, and the fully loaded cargo ship was slowly sinking.

He was in no rush to jump overboard, though, because he hadn't figured out what hit them.

Is it an alliance?

impossible……

Those guys have a bottom line, and it is impossible to actively attack civilian ships.

Federation of the South Islands?

That's even less likely, unless they plan to be self-sufficient in the future.

Damn, what the hell is that? !

It is impossible for the mine to be evolved from a different species!

Just when he was startled and terrified, other people on the boat finally realized the problem of water leakage in the hull.

At the same time, another cargo ship behind them sank slowly amidst violent tremors and steel screams, as if hit by a torpedo.

There is no time to hesitate.

Seeing that his subordinates might drown in the cabin if he waited any longer, the officer named Dirang gritted his teeth and shouted decisively.

Abandon ship! Everyone gather on the north shore!

After receiving the order, everyone rushed out of the cabin and jumped into the sea like dumplings.

Fortunately, they were not far from the shore, and they arrived within a short swim of less than fifty meters.

Seeing that everyone had no time to take care of him, Mo Jiawei was about to take advantage of the chaos and jump into the sea.

However, just as he ran to the side of the tilted ship, an unforgettable scene in his life came into his eyes.

Looking at the hell-like scene, Mojavey's face turned pale for a moment, and he sat down on the ground with his legs limp, yelling words like monster and devil incoherently.

Di Rang, the commander who ordered the soldiers to abandon the ship, was not much better than him.

I saw him holding the cold railing tightly with both hands, staring at the sea with his eyes wide open, those bloodshot pupils filled with deep fear and despair.

And it's despair that can be seen with the naked eye...