This Game Is Too Realistic

Vault 404, B4 floor browsing room.

The holographic screen suspended on the coffee table was showing the scene of the airship crashing, including the sea of ​​​​fire that exploded after the airship crashed.

Heya smacked her tongue and said in an understatement, It's really cruel. Then she turned and left the browsing room and went back to the laboratory to continue her business.

War was not something that interested her.

And graviton-related technology is not her field of research.

As for Yin Fang, he folded his arms and stared straight at the two airships, seeming to be silently calculating something in his heart.

Chu Guang, who was sitting on the sofa, was also staring at the holographic screen, but the focus of his attention was different from ordinary people.

For example, the first thing he noticed was that the speed growth curve of the airship's falling was not uniform. Its acceleration kept changing, and the amplitude of the fluctuations when it jumped up and down was not small.

This is actually easy to understand.

First of all, the deflection efficiency of the deflection shield is different for different materials. Generally speaking, the higher the atomic number, the stronger the deflection effect.

The deflector shield is based on the interference of gravitons, and the gravity well is also based on a similar principle. Similarly, it can be deduced that materials with higher atomic numbers are more affected by gravitons, and the interference effect will be stronger on a macroscopic level.

For example, metal will fall faster than carbon-based organisms.

Furthermore, the reason why the acceleration of the airship's descent is uneven may also be related to the uneven distribution of gravitons on the surface of the gravity well to a certain extent.

In addition, the airship itself also suffers a certain amount of wind resistance during acceleration.

However, continuing to discuss this issue would be too academic and beyond the scope of his knowledge.

Just when Chu Guang wanted to ask Yin Fang on the side what he thought, Yin Fang suddenly lowered his arms and sighed.

...I didn't expect that such technology would be stored in the college's database.

Chu Guang didn't find it strange at all. After all, he had been in this world for so long and had seen many weirder things than this.

Is there anything special about this technology? I mean...compared to deflector shields, anti-gravity devices and other devices based on manipulating graviton technology.

Well... you have posed a problem for me. Let's put it this way, theoretically, we can use gravity wells to create a singularity with infinite density... As if Chu Guang didn't understand what he was saying, Yin Fang thought. After a moment, he continued, In other words, it can not only be used to change the force between macroscopic objects, but can also be used to create black holes.

Chu Guang didn't understand.

In short, this is a force capable of destroying planets.

But this shouldn't be easy, right? From the perspective of energy consumption.

Yin Fang nodded.

It's really not easy. If you want to create a black hole that can swallow up a star system, you have to have a stellar-level reactor... Of course, this is just my speculation. I can't give a definite answer to the conclusion that has not been verified by experiments. .”

Perhaps in the distant future, people may gain deeper insights into the study of gravitons, and star-level reactors may not necessarily be needed.

Just as long ago people thought that bringing two atoms together was impossible, but now they can even use this force to generate usable energy.

The People's Alliance of the Prosperous Era has only touched the edge of graviton-related technology, and the technologies developed based on those immature theories are largely blind people touching the elephant. They do not really stand on the invisible dimension.

...To be honest, what surprises me the most is that the academy would actually hand over such technology to us.

Chu Guang asked.

What's wrong with this?

Yin Fang nodded and said with a complicated expression.

Of course there is, and it's a big problem... After all, compared to plasma technology or electromagnetic acceleration technology, this technology that reaches the singularity field poses the greatest threat to them.

After a pause, he continued.

Neither missiles nor electromagnetic guns can stop a starship equipped with warp engines and deflector shields, but gravity itself can. As long as this technology is slightly improved, we can not only use this The technology closes the hyperspace channel of the Earth-Moon system and can also pull starships hovering in high orbit back to the ground.”

In Yin Fang's view, this is the most incredible place.

The academy handed a dagger that could kill him into the hands of the alliance.

Considering the consistent approach of those guys, Yin Fang almost instinctively doubted whether there was a fraud behind this, or the academy had other back-up tricks hidden in it.

After listening to Yin Fang's statement, a hint of surprise appeared on Chu Guang's face, but soon that hint of surprise was replaced by a playful smile.

Maybe it's their judgment after weighing the pros and cons.

Although it's a bit annoying to say this, the academy did count on him once again.

Just like they guessed that he would take action after learning about the situation in Jinchuan Province, they were sure that he would not use this epoch-making technology in places where it should not appear.

If the probability of a risk happening is zero, then the risk itself is negligible and the rest are benefits.

Both parties can get what they want from each other.

The Alliance needs the Academy's technology to transform the decaying old world, and the Academy needs the Alliance to build their ark to travel to the New World.

In fact, they did make the right bet.

Chu Guang indeed had no interest in harming others and benefiting himself.

In other words, this cannot be regarded as gambling, but should be regarded as a conspiracy.

The images on the holographic screen continued to play, but at the end there was nothing new, and only the blazing fire remained.

Yin Fang, like Heya, who had satisfied his curiosity, did not stay in the browsing room to watch the fun, and turned around to do his own things.

Unlike a certain guy with a bad taste, Chu Guang was not interested in watching the miserable state of those Weirant people twisting in the flames, so he reached out and turned off the screen.

Most of them are ordinary people who have been caught up in the times.

The real damned people are not in this fire at all, and the trial of those people will happen after everything is over.

Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder with her hands on her cheeks, was silent for a long time. She didn't sigh until the reading room became quiet again.

...I don't know how many people will be killed in this fire.

I don't know, maybe ten thousand, maybe tens of thousands,

After replying casually, Chu Guang's eyes suddenly fell on another report lying on the corner of the table.

That was the report of the Saipan tragedy, a few months ago.

At that time, the report was placed on his desk along with a large pile of documents, most of which had been filed away. Only this piece of paper remained.

Because so many things happened during this period, he even forgot why he left this document here in the first place.

Chu Guang reached out and took the document in his hand and turned it over.

The fire that swallowed up three thousand lives seemed to be the trigger of everything.

And the price paid by the Weiland people in this fire was far more than three thousand...

…

Just when Chu Guang turned off the holographic screen, the fire in the western suburbs of Tiandu was still burning.

Although Captain Ryan gave the order to retreat, retreat did not mean surrender, and the Wilant soldiers who withdrew from the center of the explosion did not give up resistance.

In order to cover the strategic transfer of the large forces, a small group of Southern Army troops remained on the position, providing tenacious resistance to the attacking Borneo Army and Alliance volunteers.

However, without artillery cover and air support, this resistance was largely in vain.

Facing the constant bombs and roaring rocket launchers brought by the Goblin Corps, the centurions who were left behind could hardly hold on for five minutes before they were surrounded and suppressed by the Borneo soldiers who rushed forward.

In a small abandoned village.

Petruk, the captain of the 311th Thousand Troops, had an expression of shock written all over his face.

An hour ago, he escaped here with the guards under the cover of two centurions.

However, before he could take a breath, crackling gunshots were heard outside, followed by the roar of propellers and the roar of machine guns overhead.

The Alliance air force pursued them, as did the Borneo soldiers armed with rifles.

Those guys seemed to want to take back all the grievances they had suffered some time ago, and they didn't even intend to leave them a chance to breathe.

Petruk watched helplessly as a hail of orange-yellow bullets fell from the sky, crushing the tiled house directly in front of his window. Not a single soldier inside escaped.

A gap was opened in the defense line.

Without enough time to mourn for their fallen comrades, the two machine gunners stepped on the rubble and rushed forward. As a result, they collided with the Borneo soldiers who came towards them, and a fierce exchange of fire broke out in the alley.

Petruk was moved to another half-collapsed bullpen under the cover of guards.

The chaotic battle situation made him couldn't help but widen his eyes, filled with fear.

The adjutant following him gasped, pulled out his pistol and loaded it, looking from time to time in the direction where the gunfire came from.

But the gunfire didn't just come from one direction, but from all directions.

Damn! There are people everywhere outside!

The adjutant trembled and groaned, and his gray face was also filled with fear.

Petruk reached out and grabbed the correspondent on the side and shouted at him.

Where is the command center? Have you contacted me?!

The correspondent shook his head nervously and stammered in reply.

Not yet...there may be something wrong with their radio station.

Oh shit!

Petruk cursed secretly, glanced at the meteors streaking across the sky, and then cast his gaze forward.

If you stay here, you can only wait for death! We must find a way to break out from here!

The adjutant nodded nervously but said nothing.

This is obvious.

The question is how to break out...

Just when everyone was anxious like ants on a hot pot, the houses and courtyard walls in the distance suddenly collapsed.

The towering steel armor and tracks were like the bucket of a bulldozer, crushing it directly from the front.

Looking at the towering gun barrel and the formidable coaxial machine gun, everyone's faces instantly lost their color.

Mole poked his head out of the turret, his arm resting on the hatch, holding the microphone of the speaker, and shouted at the officers-looking Wilantes.

Those in front, listen, put down your weapons and surrender.

This is your last chance. I'll give you three seconds to think about it.

The Mole cleared his throat and was about to count down.

As a result, before he could count to one, Petruk immediately dropped the pistol on the ground, snatched the pistol from the adjutant on the side, and threw it in front of the track.

I surrender!

After shouting at the man on the turret, Petruk raised his hands under the surprised gaze of the officer on the side.

He recognized the appearance of the chariot.

It was better to surrender to Alliance forces than to be captured by Borneo soldiers.

Looking at the knowledgeable guy in front of him, Mole grinned with a half-smile.

Dude, you're lucky to run into us.

Those who catch them alive can get high scores, and the higher the level, the higher the scores.

The points awarded by the expansion pack can eventually be exchanged for money and contribution points, so players who can generally catch them alive will not be too difficult to capture, especially veteran players.

But if it were the friendly forces next door, it would be different. The bruises and swelling on the nose and face that were beaten were minor.

After saying these words, Mole didn't have time to appreciate the expression on the prisoner's face, so he got back into the turret and closed the hatch.

Immediately afterwards, several players with assault rifles came out from behind the tank and detained the Wilant officers one by one who had their heads in their hands.

All the prisoners were gathered in the center of the village and were guarded by two classes of players.

As for the remaining players, they got on the infantry fighting vehicles and continued to move forward with the tanks.

The Goblin Corps' plane has marked the next location for them, and there are a lot of walking contribution points waiting for them to pick up.

At the same time, shortly after the Skeleton Corps left the village, on a small slope not far from the village, a group of unlucky Wilantes were caught by the guards personally led by Captain Piccolo. Upright.

The two hundred people surrounded the twenty people tightly, leaving no gaps in the entire encirclement.

The twenty Wilant boys lying behind the bunker broke out three times, but except for throwing down three corpses, they had no effect at all.

Seeing that reinforcements were delayed and the bullets in their hands were exhausted, the expressions on the faces of the seventeen young men gradually changed from the initial resoluteness to despair.

Resistance has lost its meaning.

Finally someone recognized the reality and tried to throw the rifle out of the trench, shouting and raising his hands, trying to climb out of the trench and surrender.

However, he had almost just shouted the words of surrender. Before he could climb out of the trench, he was hit on the head by the rifle thrown back.

Granny! Who allowed you to surrender! Pick up the gun for me!

Aren't you pretty damn capable? Keep fighting!

Picking up the rifle and throwing it back, Pickley cursed and inserted the rifle into the holster, then grabbed the rifle from the guard next to him and inserted the bayonet.

Fix bayonets!!!

The sudden roar startled the adjutant standing nearby.

There was no time to stop it.

Seeing that bastard rushing up, he could only shout charge and hurriedly followed.

Under the leadership of Capt. Piccolo, the 200th brother of the guard roared and swarmed forward, slashing the seventeen Wilant boys hiding in the trench into mincemeat.

Pickley, who went into battle in person, was completely furious.

When he walked down from the position carrying a head, he was photographed by reporters accompanying the army.

Seeing the camera facing him, Pikli grinned.

His body was covered in blood, as if he was a god of death walking out of hell.

This guy is indeed ruthless.

There are many Borneo officers who dare to personally lead the charge, but it is true that there are not many captains like him who dare to rush into the crowd and fight with bayonets, at least his boss, General Duwata, will never dare.

The fire burning in the wilderness lasted all night, baking the earth black and melting the steel into molten iron. It did not stop until the sunrise at dawn.

According to the alliance's battle report, in this battle alone, the Southern Army suffered more than 40,000 casualties, and the loss of light and heavy vehicles reached more than 1,200.

For the country of Borneo, which had resisted pressure for several months, winning this battle was a great feeling!

As of eight o'clock in the morning, the last thousand-man team that was still resisting also announced its surrender.

After hearing the news of the victory on the front line, Absek, who had not slept all night, finally breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the basement of the Commander's Mansion in high spirits.

However, before he had time to be happy, a piece of bad news came from Tiangong.

The heavenly palace hanging more than ten meters in the air will collapse in twenty-four hours...