This Game Is Too Realistic

After a bumpy ride, the car stopped next to a tall courtyard wall. Looking at the heavily guarded appearance, the [Talan Raider] knew that they were in the right place.

However, what he didn't know was that this prison called Katnaude was notorious in the minds of the locals. It was said that those who entered it would have to shed their skin even if they did not die.

For example, the young man with a hyena tattoo who was arrested with him had his legs so weak when he got out of the car that he almost wet his pants.

Under the escort of several guards, Taran passed through the majestic courtyard gate, then went through numerous security checks, completed all the procedures for entering the class room, and was finally arranged in a small room with no windows and only one bed. In a single room.

After waiting in the single room for about ten minutes, a dark-faced man from Wilante soon came over and took him to the interrogation room nearby.

As soon as he entered the door, a bright light hit his face, and then a righteous voice came from the front.

Be honest! What are you here to do!

Thinking that the interrogation was quite realistic, Taran blurted out.

He's traveling.

That calm and calm attitude made the two interrogators confused for a moment, and they couldn't help but feel aggressive.

The older guard coughed and sang White Face in a slow voice.

I advise you to tell the truth. Your accomplices have already admitted it. Even if you deny it, it has no meaning. It will only increase your sentence.

Taran chuckled inwardly.

They had colluded to confess on the forum, and he couldn't help but laugh when he heard such nonsense.

As if aware of his disdain, the expressions on the faces of the two Valantian guards responsible for the interrogation turned grim.

I'm warning you to be serious!

Taran responded unceremoniously.

I'm also warning you, I am a citizen of the Alliance, and I came in with a certificate issued by the City of Triumph. Doesn't the Southern Army take its marshal seriously anymore?

The air in the interrogation room became quiet, as if a feather falling on the ground could be clearly heard.

The older guard coughed, picked up the cup and pretended to drink water. The young guard on the side narrowed his eyes and clenched his hands on the table.

Say that again.

He didn't care whether he was a member of the Alliance or an alien. If anyone dared to doubt his loyalty, he would punch that person in the face.

Taran thought that the excitement was almost over and it was time to get to the point, so he leaned back in his chair.

To be honest, there are a lot of Weirant people in the ports on the Death Coast. We heard from them that there is a place called Evernight Harbor at the southernmost end of the great desert, so we planned to come over as a courtesy. But we didn't expect you. He was so hospitable that he gave me a pair of handcuffs as soon as we met.

After a pause, he continued.

Of course, besides traveling, I do have some private purposes, but this has nothing to do with other travelers, and it has nothing to do with you.

The old man who was drinking water had a bright light in his eyes and immediately put down the cup in his hand.

Oh? What private purpose?

Taran spoke.

I'm looking for an organization called the Enlightenment Society.

The young guard frowned.

……what is that?

Taran chuckled, looking down on others.

An organization composed of shelter residents, active in the desert area... But you are not shelter residents, so even if I tell you, you won't understand.

That look of looking down on people was so consistent with the stereotype of the blue gopher that the people of Valeant had that it made the young guard harden his fists again.

But Taran didn't even look at him.

As the saying goes, a dog that bites doesn't bark.

What's more, he is a level 30 awakened person. Even if he is handcuffed, it is not certain who will win or lose if he actually fights.

The old guard frowned, pondered for a long time, and then spoke slowly.

What would you do if you were looking for enlightenment?

Taran put it bluntly.

I want to join them.

Old Guard: Reason?

Taran: Disappointed.

The old guard gave him a surprised look.

disappointment?

Taran nodded.

Yes, I have had enough of the alliance's hypocrisy. Why do we have to bring those rotten fish and shrimps with us to the New Era? We have inherited everything from the Prosperous Era, we are the People's Federation, we are the New Era... However, our management But they want us to bleed for a group of people we have never met.”

To be honest, I have been disappointed with the Alliance, so I wanted to change my stay...I heard that the Enlightenment Society is active in the desert area, and their purpose is more to my liking, so I came over.

He said these words in a flawless manner, with an expression of anger and dissatisfaction on his face.

Both guards had surprised expressions on their faces, then one turned into excitement and the other turned into thoughtful.

I thought everyone in the Alliance had the same brain as a pig, but I didn't expect that there are still sober guys. My friend, congratulations on turning from darkness to light. The young guard chuckled, and the resentment in his eyes turned into appreciation.

Taran smiled but said nothing.

Not to mention that what he said was bullshit. The we in that bullshit also refers to Blue Jacket. How can you, a Valeant person, be so empathetic?

You and the Wastelanders are both in the stinky fish and rotten shrimp basket. When will the People's Federation be worthy of you to inherit it?

Self-indulgent!

The old guard thought for a long time, suddenly smiled on his face, and closed the notebook open on the table.

Congratulations on finding the organization.

Good guy!

The Southern Legion really cooperates with Enlightenment!

Taran was excited in his heart, but his face remained calm as he whistled and said.

In other words, I have passed your test?

The young guard glanced strangely at his colleague next to him, but the latter gave him a meaningful look, and then looked back at the man sitting across the interrogation table.

I can't make the decision on this kind of thing, but I can help you contact someone who can make the decision.

Then you'd better hurry up before I change my mind. Talan couldn't wait to go back to the forum to show off, so he calmly dropped these words.

The older guard nodded and motioned to the guard standing next to Taran to take him down.

The interrogation room fell silent.

Hearing the sound of the door closing in the distance, the young guard looked at the old man and asked hurriedly.

What the hell is that initiation?

The old guard replied calmly while sorting the documents on the table.

how could I know.

The young guard frowned.

Then what do you mean by that sentence?

The old guard had a scheming expression on his face and narrowed his eyes slightly, like a fox.

It's precisely because we don't know that we have to use this guy to find out what the Enlightenment Meeting is... In short, let's stabilize him first.

Hearing these words, the young guard suddenly understood and couldn't help but give a thumbs up in admiration.

What a good general!

high!

It's simply too high!

At the same time, on the other side, Taran, who returned to the cell, did not wait for the prison door to close, sat on the bed and fell asleep.

The guard who closed the door looked at him in surprise, called him twice but saw no response, and then curled his lips in disdain.

Are all people in the alliance pigs?

I can still sleep at this time.

At the same time, in the official forum of Wasteland OL in another world, just when everyone was discussing the battle situation on the front line of the Southern Invasion expansion pack, a post suddenly appeared on the forum like a flashing meteor. Home page.

Taran Raider: Old men! Our Desert Corps has penetrated into the Enlightenment Society!!!

Tails: Oh oh oh! So awesome! (ω)

Si Si: The Enlightenment Meeting...it's such a distant name. I feel like the last time I heard about it was two years ago.

Fang Chang: It seems that the hidden mission has been triggered, come on. (Squints and smiles)

Desert Eagle: What the hell?

Junichiro Xiaokawa: Really or not?!

…

Just as Taran's post sank into the sea, an investigation report on Alliance spies was also sent to the desk of Yahui, the governor of Yongye Port.

After reading the report from beginning to end, Yahui frowned slightly and looked at the garrison commander Willoughby who was standing in front of his desk and asked.

This enlightenment meeting... what on earth is it?

He has been working in Yongye Port for fifteen years and has never heard of this name.

Willoughby, standing in front of him, also shook his head and said seriously.

I gathered intelligence from the cities of Yavent and Triumph. There is very little information about this organization... It is said to be related to Vault 0 and a document called Project Torch.

Yawei frowned.

Vault 0? Project Torch?

Willoughby nodded slowly and continued in a serious tone.

Behind these two things corresponds to a weapon that is enough to restart the world. It is said that the power of that thing can not only affect the outcome of one or two battles, but can even directly rewrite the entire era.

This part of the information mainly comes from the archives of Triumph City and is included in the related entries of the Enlightenment Society.

However, what is intriguing is that there are very few clues involving Vault 0 and the Torch Project.

There are two possibilities.

People in Triumph City really don’t have much information about these two things.

But it does not exclude the possibility that some great being does not want them to know these things.

Yahui's pupils shrank slightly, and countless possibilities flashed through his mind, and these countless possibilities all intersected at the same coordinate.

This weapon is hidden in the desert...

Willoughby looked at Mr. Governor intently and continued in a serious tone.

It is reasonable to speculate that at least the Enlightenment may know its whereabouts.

After getting up and walking to the office window, Yahui stared at the prosperous port outside the window.

A weapon that can rewrite an entire era...

It's hard to imagine what kind of weapon could destroy this prosperous settlement in an instant.

However, he won't let that happen.

If someone was going to do this, he would definitely not let that guy go.

This port is like his child and he will never allow anyone to destroy it!

……What do you think?

Looking at Mr. Governor with his back turned to him, Willoughby said respectfully.

Although there is no direct evidence, I am almost certain that the guy we just captured is an alliance spy, and those No. 30 people we blocked at the hotel door are probably his accomplices!

After being exposed, he tried to change his tactics and make detours with our interrogators. It can be seen that he should have received some anti-reconnaissance training. This guy has something, but not much.

The speculation among colleagues in the Intelligence Office is that... our opponents may be trying to cooperate with the Enlightenment to obtain from them this weapon that can turn the tide of the entire war.

Yawei thought for a long time and suddenly said.

This doesn't make sense. Since this weapon is so important and can even change the entire battle, why would he leak clues about the Enlightenment Society to us?

Willoughby smiled lightly and expressed his speculation.

This is actually easy to understand. The Alliance is not ignorant about the Great Desert, but it has no information about Yongye Port. Perhaps, some piece of information they collected in Kaoru City pointed them to the southern part of the Great Desert. , that is, the southern industrial zone during the People’s League era, but they are not sure whether we have cooperated with the Enlightenment Society.”

In the words of the alliance, this is called throwing stones to ask for directions. They deliberately released smoke bombs to test our reaction, and then made the next decision based on our reaction.

Yawei's pupils dilated slightly, and his expression gradually became serious.

So what's your plan?

Use the trick. Willoughby looked at him confidently and said with bright eyes, My subordinate is very smart. He released false signals to the alliance's bait, making them mistakenly think that we have launched official cooperation with the Enlightenment Society. .”

I bet that the spy we imprisoned must be as anxious as an ant on a hot pot at the moment, and he can't wait to spread the news immediately.

When people are anxious, things will go wrong. At that time, we can follow the clues to find the clues of the Enlightenment Society, and then find a way to get the 'Weapon Zero' they have!

Facing those piercing eyes, Yawei pondered for a long time.

This plan is actually good, but there is only one doubt that makes him still have some concerns.

They had no direct evidence to prove that that guy was indeed a spy for the Alliance.

Everything is just their speculation.

However, in line with the attitude of I would rather believe that something exists than something that doesn't exist, he still nodded.

Regardless of whether the legendary weapon that can turn the tide of the war really exists, there is no harm in giving it a try...

Do you have any concrete plans?

Of course. With a smug smile on his face, Willoughby took out another document from his arms and placed it gently on the desk. The plan is codenamed 'Wasp'. I arranged some intelligence offices The agents bought a house near Blackwater Street and disguised it as the base of the Enlightenment Society.

“We can package an initiation session, pretend like we’re working together, and let them get the fox tail out on their own!”

…

The commotion in Blackwater Lane did not affect the tranquility of Yongye Port.

For the Willande colonists living in this port, it was like a smelly trash can. It was not unusual for firefights to occur. It would be strange if there was no smell of gunpowder wafting out.

Taran's three confidants hid in the city until dusk, and then hurried out of the city when the wind blew over.

As for the sand sculpture and the comedian, they followed him to the vicinity of the prison called Carter Nod and used their identities bought on the black market to get a room in a hotel.

In this border town full of soldiers, a war without smoke seems to have begun.

So far, it seems that only the Enlightenment Society, which is at the center of the battlefield, has been kept in the dark for the time being...

The night is getting darker.

After reuniting with his family, Arman came to the tavern in the port area as promised.

Because of the reunion after a long separation, his wife pestered him for so long that even now his calves are still a little weak.

The moment he opened the door, the hot breath immediately hit his face along with the noisy sound.

...Hahaha, Carver, you bastard is finally here! I thought you really bought a farm and went to farm!

Go away, I'm not born to drive a tractor, but the driving skills of a tank suit me!

Which team are you assigned to? Or the youth army?

We are the second batch of the 60th Armored Troop. We will set off at the end of the month.

Sixty? Damn, how many people were mobilized this time?

At least one million. Haven't you read Triumph? It's probably going to be big this time!

It's exciting. I hope I can play in the league's homeland.

I just hope we can get to the frontline quickly, before we even get a chance to shoot.

The entire tavern was filled with soldiers.

Either they are coming back from the front line, or they are preparing to go to the front line. The former usually drink alone, while the latter usually drink heavily in groups.

Although the front line also provides alcohol and other indulgences, it is obviously not as enjoyable as the unlimited drinking at the rear.

In fact, the Southern Army could not block the news coming from the front line. No one could cover the mouths of the Weilant people, not even the Weilant people themselves.

But if the league expects word-of-mouth frustration to crush their will to fight, that must be wishful thinking.

For from the moment of complaint, those losers were expelled from the ranks of the Vallantians.

Anyone who tries to hit the brakes on a speeding roller coaster is a traitor, and who cares what the traitor says? They will just feel more right.

In a sense, the predicaments faced by the Wilantes and the Borneos are similar.

Like two sides of a mirror.

It's just that the former's war has lasted for a century and a half, while the latter's war has just begun.

Neither side knows how long it will take for the battle they want to fight to end, and how many generations will it take for the obsession and hatred in their hearts to end.

It is precisely because of this that Arman admires the man named Pangolin.

I heard that the guy was just a villager from the valleys of the River Valley Province, but his deafening roar alarmed the Triumph City.

Hopefully he can bring hope back from Triumph City.

I also hope that day doesn’t come too late...

In front of the bar counter, Arman found Kuruan, who had just gotten off work from customs.

This man in his early thirties has already been drunk. After changing out of the clothes with medals on them, he looks no different from the drunkards around him, and is even sloppier than them.

Come and sit here. He spotted Arman from the crowd at a glance. Kuroru enthusiastically pulled out a chair for him, then looked at the bartender with a grin, This is my new friend. Bring me a beer.

Thanks.

Arman nodded politely, sat next to the veteran, glanced around, and clicked his tongue in surprise.

This pub has never been so busy.

Things are different now. We can be regarded as making a fortune from war. The bartender put the cold beer on the bar and looked at Kuruan. Don't be offended. I just said it casually. I didn't mean to ridicule you. .”

Kuruan smiled and waved his hand.

I'm not that stingy. I'll even wish you good business.

Looking at this free and easy lame man, Arman found it quite interesting and smiled without asking any questions.

After you have listened to my story, can you tell me yours? I have always been curious about what the situation is like on the front line.

Although he visited Borneo Province frequently, he basically stayed in a few major ports and did not go deep into the interior of the land.

Kuruan grinned, and the smile on his face became intriguing.

It's a mess. My story is as worthless as the battle report sent from the front line. If you insist on listening to it, just listen to it for fun. Don't take it seriously. Everything is still based on the Victory Report of the Southern Army The story prevails.”

I am very interested in stories that are not mentioned in the newspapers, and those Borneo people will occasionally tell me something that is not mentioned in the Daily Survivor. Armen clinked glasses with him and encouraged him to continue talking.

Kuruan smiled faintly, his eyes fell into memories, and he continued after thinking for a moment.

...At that time we encountered the Skeleton Corps in Ridbull County. Those guys' tanks were like corkscrews. Our tanks were blown up one after another, like these beer bottle caps.

As he spoke, he flicked the bottle cap away with his thumb, and flicked it into the trash can accurately.

and after?

Later? Of course we won later. Although you may not be able to accept the price, we have three thousand brothers who are neither missing nor found. Kuruan smiled and paused. After a moment, he added, As for Gibson, he is still serving as his captain of ten thousand, while I was assigned to this shabby customs house.

Armen fell silent.

He did know that the more than 3,000 people were there, in a prisoner-of-war camp on the outskirts of Kinggallon Harbor.

The Alliance was actually pretty good to them. I heard that after the prisoner of war camp was built, they would be paid for their work, and they were also protected by Alliance laws and could only work eight hours a day.

Kuruan also fell into silence. He took a sip of beer alone and knocked the empty bottle on the moldy wooden table.

Perhaps I am too pessimistic. I feel that it is almost impossible to win on the frontal battlefield...unless there is some kind of weapon that can completely turn the tide of the war and wipe our opponents directly from this planet.

Arman smiled bitterly.

If that kind of weapon existed, its mere existence would be terrifying enough.

Kuruan grinned.

Maybe it's true? I heard that General Gulion made a big bet and put part of his chips on a thing called a 'death agent'.

Sensing an ominous atmosphere from this name, Arman frowned slightly.

Death agent?

Kuruan lowered his voice and said in a mysterious tone.

Yes, a virus that only specific groups of people can be infected can systematically eliminate our opponents...such as those rat tribesmen, snake tribesmen, etc. As for other people, they will only become carriers of the virus at most, but not Affected by the virus.

A look of astonishment appeared on Arman's face.

Could something like this really be possible? I mean... wouldn't it really have the same effect on the Valantians?

Kuruan smiled.

Who knows, some things are like battle reports from the front line, half true and half false.

After a pause, he smiled again and said.

...Speaking of which, I also heard from the gossip that this 'good thing' was actually made by a blue gopher.

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(Thanks to the leader of CaptPaterno for the reward!!!)