This Game Is Too Realistic

North Island, Presidential Palace.

The sky outside the window has turned a little yellow.

Mungo standing in front of the desk did not look at the map on the wall, but stared at the declaration on the desk that was only one finger thick.

Or more accurately Codex.

Four months ago, they pledged their allegiance to Vault 70, but now they only pledge allegiance to this code signed by all of them.

In fact, if there is no this damn war, this is not a bad thing for the residents of No. 70 Vault.

Although they lost the unlimited authority inherited from their fathers, they were also relieved of the unlimited responsibility given to them by ancient vows.

In the future, there will be no distinction between blue coats and ordinary survivors. Whether they are former members of Vault 70 or the residents of the island, they will all assume common obligations and responsibilities as a member of the federal citizens.

In the future, no one will blame the blue coat for repairing the road because of a fall on the way to work. The blue coat no longer exists. Everyone has to be responsible for the road under their feet. Everyone has to be careful make choices for your future.

In fact, they should have done this long ago, they have received the same education for a century. If there is still a difference in knowledge and experience between the first generation of refuge residents and the wastelanders who have sunk in the wasteland for a century, they are already the same kind of people in the fourth or even fifth generation.

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 didn't expect that just a blink of an eye would lead them into the abyss beyond redemption.

It was literally a blink of an eye.

A perfect excuse for war that would allow them, as victims, to be morally invincible, skipping years of quarrels that may not necessarily lead to results. With this perfect opportunity, they can allow conservatives and radicals to immediately put aside their differences and reach an agreement, so that the Federation, which is only short of the last step, will appear out of thin air with a snap.

And he didn't need to do anything, he just needed to be negligent for a few seconds when he should have been suspicious, so that the radicals clamoring for war would blow the already lit flame even more vigorously.

The Ocean Currents Power Station has been blown up anyway, so why not use its remains for something meaningful?

Let's just take it as what Vault 70 did.

After all, if it was a stupid thing done by a hot-blooded soldier or even an officer, the survivors' enthusiasm for establishing a new government would undoubtedly be greatly reduced, and many people's efforts for this would be tantamount to wasted.

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 reverse the case for them and liquidate the real murderer.

He admitted that he did think so at the time.

And now...

He only had regrets in his heart.

There were footsteps in the corridor outside the office, and it seemed that he was not alone.

Mungo looked away from the law code with countless signatures, and looked towards the door of the office.

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

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

Mungo 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 being speechless for a while, but soon burst out laughing out loud.

What can I say? I don't want to say anything... I should ask you this question, Mr. Mungo, do you have anything else to say?

Looking at Chalas who was laughing loudly, Mungo said calmly.

You have violated the declaration we signed together. You have not only betrayed me, but you have betrayed everyone. From now on, I will relieve you of the position of chief of staff of the Naval Command, and you will no longer be my chief of staff. -

Is that all you want to say? Charas shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, Will it be too late?

Mungo looked into his eyes.

The fate of the survivors of the Federation of Southern Islands should be determined by all survivors, neither Vault 70, nor you and me.

Staring at the president without evasiveness, Chalas's mouth curled up into a mocking smile.

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

There was a trace of sadness in Mongo's eyes.

Do you think that's naive?

Charas' eyes gradually turned cold.

Yes, I think so, and I think your naivety will lead us to the abyss of doom. We've always been in the wasteland, and some fools thought our wasteland was over, but we never were Leaving this bloody wasteland for a second! Never!

On the other side of the sea are some hyenas that eat people without spitting out their bones. If we all have your naive idea and bring our own rules and regulations to contact them, we will be gnawed until there is no residue left! Everyone will!

His voice became louder and his facial muscles twisted accordingly, and there was a touch of hysterical madness unconsciously in his roar.

However, 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 talk about that kind of thing after the end of the wasteland era. At that time, I will give them ten if they want it. At least for now, they need a more visionary, capable and responsible president. The strong carry them on... I and those who support me think so.

When he said this, Charas suddenly had a trace of disappointment in his eyes, and looked disappointedly at the old friend who had trusted him so much.

...Actually, it's not that you don't have a chance. If you didn't summon me a few hours ago, but sent someone to shoot me, the matter would not have developed to this point.

That will only lead us to another kind of hell, it's useless... Meng Ge shook his head, looked at the friend standing in front of him, and suddenly there was a hint of pleading in his eyes, We have all made a mistake once, There are no second chances... Hold on, my friend.

The disappointment in his eyes gradually faded away, and for some reason, Chalas lost even the interest of disappointment, and only felt a little bored.

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

What a poor fellow.

Perhaps Alzu was right.

With this group of sheep, there is no need to use those tactful means at all, as long as I am a little bit tougher than them, I can lead them by the nose.

Finally, he gave the poor middle-aged man a look of pity, and he reached out to take the pistol handed by the soldier beside him, and loaded it neatly.

It's too late. My supporters have already entrusted their wealth and lives to me. Praise them for their loyalty. I won this bet, and there is no suspense in winning. I will continue to walk with them in the future. , until the end of the Wasteland Era.

As for you, just hold your declaration and go to hell to regret it.

do not.

...

boom--!

A sudden gunshot broke the tranquility on the destroyer Glory, and the hatches on both sides of the corridor shook by the flickering gun flames made a buzzing sound.

Twenty-seven sailors mutinied suddenly, captured seven logistics personnel on board, and quickly occupied the cabin and gangway near the broadcasting room under the leadership of Captain Surrey, and exchanged fire with the sailors who had heard the news.

The two sides occupied both 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 sparks from bullets and the sound of gunshots.

Stop! Are you... are you crazy!? Ahh——

The adjutant who had been 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 whizzing around in the corridor and the flashing gun flames opposite, his wide eyes were full of disbelief.

Mutiny!

He never thought that such a thing would happen to his ship!

It's you who are crazy! And the captain! The man squatting across the corridor growled while changing the magazine of his rifle, Why didn't you obey Mr. Chalas's order!

Charles...

The adjutant closed his eyes in pain, as if regretting his previous trust, he yelled at his former subordinate in despair.

What good did that guy promise you!

Without a trace of hesitation.

The man roared back at him.

A Greater Commonwealth!

The loud gunshots overshadowed his hoarse roar, and as more and more sailors surrounded him with weapons, the mutinous sailors gradually lost their advantage from the initial dominance.

Although Captain Surrey occupied the radio room early, the radio that the sailors were expecting was delayed.

On the contrary, the sailors who were loyal to the captain of East Wen became more and more courageous, and under the leadership of their adjutants, they regained the controlled corridors one by one.

Apparently the captain had expected it, and immediately cut off the power supply of the radio room to prevent Captain Surrey from inciting more sailors to join their crazy plan.

The battle soon drew to a close.

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 radio room.

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

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

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

Then where is the hope of the Federation? Do you rely on you weak guys? Surrey, who was leaning against the iron gate with his left hand on his bleeding thigh, shouted loudly.

The adjutant stared at him wide-eyed.

What hope? What are you talking about!

What... am I talking about? Look at what you are doing! Surrey scolded angrily, Take the corpses of mutants to the North Island? You want to tell the survivors there that it is actually a group of people carrying long guns. Did the spear brute blow up our power station?

The adjutant growled.

I haven't investigated and can't say for sure! But there is indeed someone within us who has become blind when he shouldn't be blinking. This person is probably Charas and his accomplices... I also trusted that guy, but the fact is that he lied Killed all of us, and intends to fabricate more lies for his own selfish desire! Wake up, how long are you going to hide from those survivors who trust us!

Hiding it? Hahahaha! What they lost was the truth, and you don't see what they got! It's been a century, and we have never been so united—

The voice of Captain Surrey has not yet fallen.

A deafening roar suddenly came from under everyone's feet, and everyone who was standing or sitting was overturned by the sudden movement.

Cluck—!

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

The face of the adjutant, who barely got up from the ground, changed instantly. Feeling the tremor along the wall, his eyes were full of horror.

The same was true for the sailors behind him, holding on to the swaying hull as they kept retreating, their eyes filled with fear.

torpedo!

Someone fired a torpedo while they were in chaos!

They got shot!

Quick retreat! The adjutant yelled, pushing the soldiers behind him, urging them to run towards the gangway.

But at this time, Sarri, who was driven to a desperate situation, let go of his left hand holding the wound, leaned on the wall and stood up with a grinning grin.

No one can judge me!

There was a frenzy twisted on the blood-losing face.

Facing the backing cowards, he limped out of the broadcast room and put the gun on his bloodstained chin.

Although it was a pity that he failed to seize control of the Glory, such a result did not tarnish his mission.

The mission in his heart.

For the Federation!!

The veins on his neck bulged, and he pulled the trigger with a roar, and was engulfed by the surging seawater in a burst of flames and blood mist that shot up into the sky...

on the bridge.

Looking at the gradually capsized hull in the thick smoke, Dong Wen, who was standing up slowly while supporting the console, had a trace of astonishment written on his resolute face.

He had imagined that there might be Charas' eyeliner on his boat, after all, even he himself was a supporter of that lord.

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

However, what he didn't expect was that for the sake of victory, that lunatic would not hesitate to order the Federation's fleet to kill each other...

There was no doubt that it was a friendly torpedo.

The flames burned on the steel, and the turbulent waves were like boiled water, dragging the majestic hull into the bottomless abyss.

When a systematic error occurs, it is often not because of one or two wrong decisions made by one or two people, but when the vast majority of people make decisions based on their own standpoint, they instinctively choose the right choice from the top, middle and bottom options. Unmistakably chose the worst policy.

It is also for the same reason that when a systematic error has become a fact, one or two acts of error correction become as insignificant as the one or two errors themselves.

This is true of ocean current power stations.

The same is true of the Golden Coast that sank to the bottom of the sea.

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

...It seems that Mr. Chalas has made up his mind. Taking off the hat on his head, Dong Wen put it on the console of the bridge.

This road may be more tortuous than he imagined.

Just when he was about to spend the last time in his life, a sonic signal was suddenly received in the communication sonar.

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

Slightly stunned, Dong Wen reached out and pressed the on switch of the console, and picked up the earphone strap.

At the same time, a loud voice came from the earphones.

This is the Dolphin...please answer...

...

ten kilometers away.

A submarine slowly floated up, revealing the steep bridge.

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

This is the Cold Night, the Glory has sunk, requesting instructions for the next step.

There was a voice on the communication channel.

The headquarters received it. After the mission is completed, return to North Island to stand by.

asked the captain.

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

After a brief silence, a reply came from the communication channel.

The plan has changed... 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 exposed to the sea slowly sank.

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

Is it an illusion?

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

That flicker was only for a moment.

The frowning captain stared at the screen for a while, seeing that there was no new abnormality, he looked away from the screen.

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

...

Wasteland OL official website.

During the peak period of going offline, the forum was as noisy as ever.

Especially the brothers of the Jungle Corps rushed to the forum as soon as they got offline, chattering and making noise.

MMP! This NPC is really a dog, and he even steals heads!!

It's fine to grab the head, and even honk the horn to ridicule when it's over!

That's right! It's too fucking bad!

Satisfy you guys, you have seen monsters anyway, we didn't even see a shadow of a monster, we slipped around the port and went back. (Slanting eyes)

At least you missed a face on the new map PV! We missed a crab ass, and we can't see anything except the last explosion shot.

No, we didn't show our faces either, with helmets and goggles on.

Ha ha ha grass!

Looks like Mosquito dude is pretending. (Funny)

I'm the only one who is curious, is that Raken delicious? (funny)

Uh... I was torpedoed by an NPC. I didn't pick up the body. How about I give you the coordinates so you can go and have a look?

I used to be okay... I'm afraid there will be no bones left when I go there. But then again, aren't you curious to have a taste? (Funny)

How can you taste it in such a ghost place!?

Today's big news is undoubtedly that the southern waters won the first place. The Jungle Corps, on behalf of the Alliance and Chip Harbor, made a friendly visit to the roundabout.

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

Channing, the governor of the circular island, said that the citizens of the Union 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 simplistic way -

Wasteland OL has opened a new map!

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

The highly-intensive industrial model and highly automated production methods of the circular island, even the most advanced factories in Boulder City have to bow down.

Of course, it’s another matter to compare productivity and production costs. At present, Dawn City’s extensive industry is the fastest and cheapest. At least two-fifths of the alliance’s [gross industrial production] are It was supported by the factories there.

Both sides have a lot to learn from each other, whether it's engineering or sociology.

In particular, both sides are societies jointly established by the refuge and the wastelanders. Although there are differences in the routes, there are many similarities in the development trajectories.

There was also a small episode in the process, a group of little murlocs swam near the submarine pipeline and prepared to sabotage it.

But fortunately, as early as two months ago, when the submarine pipeline was just started, the players in Chip Harbor were already on guard against the threat from the coast of death.

Just one round of bombing by fifty W-2/H water attack planes took away thousands of aquatic mutants that had been driven to the surface.

After witnessing the alliance's strong combat effectiveness and determination to maintain regional order, the Governor of Round Island also immediately added a mutual defense agreement on the basis of the friendly statement.

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

And all of these achievements are not only due to the submarine freshwater pipeline, but also partly due to the Torch Church and the federal authorities.

After all, if it weren't for those guys who can make troubles, the residents of the ring island would not trust a group of outsiders who have just been here for less than two months.

As for now, after using 0.8 silver coins per ton of fresh water, the residents of the circular island can only say that they are really happy with the agreement they signed with doubts at the beginning.

In a sense, like those Moon Clan people who fled to Potato Fries, they all unknowingly became the shape of the alliance...

Professor Yang, the king of thunder and lightning: Hey, seeing you make money is more uncomfortable than me losing money. T.T

Ye Ao Nai and I He: It's boring, it's a trash game, and I can't make an appointment for two years. When I come in, I'll blow you all up! (angry)

Quit smoking: Fuck, it's been two years, brother Ye Ao is still receiving 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 members: Come on, I didn't get the beta test qualification, so I can pour water on the forum, my account is banned, but I can't even go to the forum. (Funny)

Midnight with an umbrella but no knife: Brother, why are you so proficient.

No family members: Cough... I heard that too.

Mole on the run in the canyon: Strongly demand that Baiyue go public! Damn, let these guys snowball down, I'm afraid they can buy the entire league!

Fang Chang: What you said is too exaggerated. Many of our businesses are actually borrowed from alliance banks. Do you think we can borrow money for any business? But if it can be listed, of course I will raise my hands Support, regardless of how much we earn, we also spend a lot. If we can go public for financing, we don’t need to increase our debt ratio to expand our business. (squinting smile)”

Paddle on the edge: Fuck, isn't your business big enough? You still need to expand. (Stunned)

Fang Chang: Where is this going? Don't talk about the project of Jin Gallon Port, just talk about the southern waters. The submarine freshwater transmission network we plan to build has only one pipeline in operation so far, and the customer is only a circular island. One family. Relying on this pipeline alone is far from enough to solve the daily and productive water needs of millions of survivors, and we need to build more.”

Edge paddling: How much money can you make by selling water alone?

Fang Chang: Selling water alone can't make much money, but the trust relationship we have established through 'helping local people solve water problems' can bring us more benefits. Especially the local people are well-educated Survivors, many of them are as knowledgeable and experienced as experts in Camp 101, especially in the field of 'marine land transformation' they are good at, and these talents are exactly what we need or even urgently lack.

Edge stroke: 666!

Spring Water Commander: Good guy, you can dig walls and feet. (Surprised)

Fang Chang: Tsk, how can it be said that they are digging the wall? Which wall of their house did I dig? They need fresh water, so I will give them fresh water, and if they need electricity, I will give them electricity. Provide overseas employment opportunities, and the price is only some local people temporarily do not need or even redundant things...I prefer to call it a reasonable allocation of resources.

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

Edge stroke: 66666!

Big eyes in debt: MMP, other people's corps leaders can lead brothers to get rich, while our corps leaders will only deduct 6.

Construction site boy and Zhuan: That's right! Our team leader is too loud!

Paddle on the edge: ??? Fuck, what's wrong with picking a 6 after I invested money.

Big eyes in debt: ? When the fuck did you vote secretly.

Lao Bai: I voted with the edge man, it happened two months ago. (Show teeth)

Big eyes in debt: ??? Damn!

Killing chicken 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 stop there in the future. This is also one of the benefits brought by that pipeline. (Show teeth )”

WC really has mosquitoes: After all, we will rely on us for water and electricity in the future. It seems that it is not too much to stop the plane. (Squinting smile)

Battlefield atmosphere group: Is 800 meters too short?

WC really has mosquitoes: It's not short, three to four hundred meters is enough for W-2. By the way, I heard that a new model will be released soon. You can look forward to it. (Funny)

Fang Chang: In short, since the effect of infrastructure construction is good, we will focus on infrastructure construction in the next stage. As long as all or most of the thirteen islands of the Federation are connected to the fresh water and power supply network starting from Chips Harbor, even if we Without garrisoning troops there, we can also gain control of the region through indirect economic means.

Lao Bai: Like Silver Moon Bay?

Fang Chang: Almost.

Although the Hump Kingdom requested the alliance to send troops to Silver Moon Bay due to the frequent irrational actions of the Xilan Empire, and even offered to bear all the expenses, this matter has not yet been resolved.

The alliance is currently undergoing reconstruction of the military system, abolishing the original combat organization of the 10,000-person team, and restoring the army, division, brigade, regiment, battalion, company, platoon, and squad sequence of the People's Federation era.

Of course, this mainly involves NPC corps, and player corps can still call their corps leader BOSS or boss according to their preferences.

In this way, Fang Chang was drawing cakes with a group of forum friends, depicting a beautiful blueprint for the future of the southern waters, while encouraging them to rush to the tower, and persuaded Aguang to open the first casino in Hegu Province—oh no, stock exchange Place.

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

However, just when he was drawing the cake to the critical point, a certain shareholder of Baiyue Company suddenly jumped out.

Tail: Shock! Big news! Σ(°Д°;)っ

Quitting Smoking: What's going on?

Luo Yu: ?

Tail: Neighbors at Chip Harbor! Fight! (ω)

Lao Bai: ...?

Fang Chang: ???

Ye Shi: Good guy, Ah Guang flipped the table. (Funny)

In less than a minute...

The entire forum instantly boiled! -

(Ask for a monthly ticket, brothers T.T)