This Game Is Too Realistic

On the southern coastline of Weiland Province, rafts and boats were stranded on the shore.

Among these various ships, there were also some unmanaged wood branches and water-soaked boxes mixed in. The mess looked like a shipwreck.

And that is indeed the case.

Most of the Weirant people squatting on the shore had a look of shock. Some were holding their wet shoulders and shivering, and some were hanging their clothes to dry on the branches, sitting in front of the fire and chanting Ah. sneeze.

Not far away from them, from time to time, people climbed out of the sea with difficulty and struggled to the shore with the help of other compatriots.

The sailors on board the Triumph City Coast Guard Fleet were doing their best to help them, using rubber boats and ropes to rescue the poor people who were swept into the waves and bring them to the shore.

The experiences of these Wilantes huddled on the shore in the province of Batoya were different, but their situation at this moment was generally the same. They were all soaked in the sea and turned into drowned rats.

Due to the closed-border policy of Triumph City, most ferries from the province of Batoa to the province of Valerant are held up at the docks of the province of Valeland.

The Southern Legion, which spared no effort to evacuate the people, could only recruit all available ships, including fishermen's fishing boats and even bathtubs stolen from private houses.

The vast majority of Willant people participated in this march in the name of mission without preparation.

Those who can board the serious ferry are the lucky ones, or they are the family members of the captain.

Many people were simply deceived into arriving at the dock in the north of the province of Batoya and boarded the hovercraft used by the landing troops.

These hovercraft fuel tanks are usually not large, and it is naturally impossible for the Southern Army to prepare spare oil drums for them.

Many hovercrafts are useless when they reach two-thirds of the way, and they can only use human oars to complete the remaining half of the journey.

There are some unlucky ones who are even more pitiful.

They didn't even get a hovercraft. They were violently chased onto a raft by a group of alien soldiers carrying guns. Then several rafts were tied together and connected to a speedboat and they ran to the other side of the sea.

Some rafts simply disintegrated in the second half of the journey. The Wilantes sitting on the rafts could only desperately hug the pieces of wood, and then wait for the offshore defense fleet on the other side to rescue them.

What made the sailors of the offshore defense fleet even more angry was that most of the Wilantes who participated in this death march were old, weak, women and children.

Most of the young men in the Southern Legion were sent to the front line, and those who did not go to the front line also served in the army.

The only men were either wounded soldiers who had retired from the front line, or they were engineers or technicians or citizens from other industries doing decent jobs in the city.

On the deck of a Coast Guard Fleet destroyer.

Looking at the old man who was rescued by the soldiers, Captain Mallock couldn't help but say.

Are you crazy? Triumph City has closed its borders. Even if you land in the Weiland Province, you won't be able to get there!

Close, close the border? The old man wrapped in a blanket looked confused, sneezed, and said tremblingly, We have never heard of it... The soldiers of the Guards told us that there will be a boat to pick us up when we get to the shore. , but when we got to the shore, we found that the big ship had gone, and there were only a few small boats that could be capsized by one wave!

When he said this, the old man's emotions became excited, and his lips trembled with anger, Tier said like a dog... we got nothing when we got to the shore! He lied to all of us!

As soon as he finished speaking, another middle-aged man wrapped in a blanket next to him muttered.

Guards? You are from the city of Avent, right? The one who chased us away was the 1.17 millionth team. Those guys were not polite. When they came up, they said that the alliance had invented some kind of lethal agent, and they said that the plague was coming. They wanted to kill all the Wilrants. They didn’t mention anything about Marshal Julius’s funeral, or that there was a ship waiting for us, and they just herded us into the truck.”

Listening to the conversation between the two, a thin woman also joined in.

Drink...they still talked so much nonsense to you? We live in a small town in the north of the province of Batoya. We originally thought that even if there was a war, we wouldn't be able to reach us. As a result, the alliance didn't even come here, but we were attacked. He was beaten by his own people.

The old man stared, as if he had heard something incredible.

They still dare to beat you?

The middle-aged woman curled her lips and whispered.

The servants didn't care so much. They dragged us into the car...and they only said a few words to us when we were in the car, saying they wanted to send us to Triumph City. What the hell!

The man wrapped in a blanket clenched his fists and cursed in a low voice.

Oh shit……

There was a lot of noisy discussion on the deck. People were telling their own experiences and complaining to the people around them.

confusion.

anger.

And disbelief.

This is what Malok heard from them, and what is happening in the province of Batoa.

After listening to these garbled voices, he gritted his teeth so hard that he wished he could break his back molars.

This devil... With these words squeezed out of his mouth, Malok could not wait to order the march south and smash the villains who were driving the Wilantes into the sea into smithereens.

Seeing the hatred and anger in his eyes, the adjutant walked up to him and lowered his voice.

Calm down... our top priority now is to save people.

Rescue people... Malok twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and looked towards the south with an angry look on his face, No matter how we save people, we can't stop them from driving them into the sea!

The adjutant lowered his voice and continued to persuade.

You only have one destroyer. We can't drive the destroyer to the shore...and if we start a war at this time, it will play into their hands!

Malok's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly realized something.

The Southern Legion drove the people to the north, and their purpose was obvious. It was nothing more than to confront the border blockade orders of the Praetorian Guards and even the City of Triumph, trying to use the human sea tactic to penetrate the isolation zone they had set up on the coastal border.

He didn't know why Tire did this, but it seemed that all they were doing was hoping that the death agent mixed in the refugees would spread to the province of Willant across the sea.

The reason why the current situation is still under the control of Triumph City is because they have nearly 500,000 troops at their disposal.

And these 500,000 troops are the fundamental reason why Triumph City can ensure border stability and establish nearly 20 quarantine zones!

If the two sides go to war, at least half of the 500,000 troops must go to the province of Batoya to fight!

By then, Triumph City would have no time to take care of the refugees on the border, and could only allow them to infiltrate into Triumph City from the border.

Not to mention that the Southern Army still has more than a dozen steel airships in hand, and a real fight may not end the battle in a short time. Once the two sides fall into a state of war, the lethal agent will immediately infect the entire Weiland Province without any hindrance, causing Civilians on both sides were simultaneously suffering from war and plague.

If you do it yourself, it is equivalent to helping the other party complete the most difficult war mobilization and giving the other party an excuse for war!

But why?

Maloch had an incomprehensible expression on his face, staring hard at his red eyes.

He couldn't understand what the top brass of the Southern Legion was going to do.

Would it be in any sense beneficial to the Confederate Army to have the Wilandans exterminated?

He would rather believe that it was the Alliance that stole the genetic source code of the Vaillant people, and that it was the Alliance that created the death agent against the Vaillant people.

At least this would make him feel better and prevent him from falling into self-doubt and confusion.

Otherwise, he couldn't help but suspect that it was the Southern Legion that had stolen the genetic source code of the Willant people.

After all, only those guys have the possibility of succeeding.

And judging from their efforts to spread the virus to Triumph City, they are undoubtedly the most suspect.

Otherwise, why would these guys pretend that nothing happened when the Praetorian Guards announced that the genetic source code was stolen, and drove their civilians out of the city of Avente, and even participated in Marshal Julius's attack? This lame pretense of a funeral...

But the problem is back to the original point.

They are obviously from Weiland, so why do they do this?

Looking in the direction of Avent City and the planks scattered by the waves, Captain Mallock let out a suppressed roar.

Then what should we do now? Are we just going to watch?

Rescue people first. Strategic matters are not something we can decide. Looking at the vast sea, the adjutant sighed deeply, I heard that researchers from the academy have arrived... I hope those people can find a way to solve the problem. Method.

On the other side, there is a coastline about ten kilometers away from the destroyer.

A group of Wilant soldiers wearing chemical protective suits arrived at the beach in a truck under the leadership of their commander, and began to prepare to establish an isolation area and a refugee rescue point.

At the same time, a long-shuttle silver aircraft flew from the east and landed steadily on a rocky beach about 200 meters away from the beach.

The high-tech shape and the college's logo seemed incompatible with the messy scene around it.

The hatch slowly opened, and a group of people walked down the gangway from the research ship.

Standing next to the gangway, Ye Shi looked at the refugees on the beach with a complicated expression and couldn't help but click his tongue.

Oh my god...how many people are there?

Staring at the holographic screen unfolded on the watch, Jiang Xuezhou said solemnly.

I heard from Triumph City that they expect more than five million survivors to pour in from the direction of the Whirlpool Sea. The frequency is about 40,000 to 50,000 people per day...it has not reached the peak yet.

Ye Shi shook his head and said.

It's hard to understand... What's the benefit of them doing this? Stab themselves? Is that Tire crazy?

Jiang Xuezhou said with a solemn expression.

I don't know if they are crazy or not... but they obviously have no regard for the life and death of other Willant people.

Due to her outstanding performance in Borneo Province, she was promoted to a C-level researcher not long ago. She is no longer the little D-level researcher who followed her mentor all day long.

After becoming a C-level researcher, she not only gained the authority to promote researchers, but also had her own laboratory and a research ship allocated by the Research Department.

Responding to Triumph City's request for help and cooperating with researchers dispatched by the Alliance Biological Research Institute to solve the virus called 'death agent' was the first task she received after becoming a C-level researcher.

Strictly speaking, it was not appropriate for a C-level researcher to take on such a big task, but because her mentor had a greater say in external affairs and was interested in promoting her, the job came to her.

But to be honest, Jiang Xuezhou hoped that her mentor could send someone more reliable over this matter.

Or at least send a professional counterpart!

However, the dispatch order had already been issued. Even if she panicked, she could only bite the bullet and go ahead.

Fortunately, the alliance's biotechnology is not inferior to that of the academy, so she shouldn't have much of a problem if she paddles a little bit.

If you want to win, you have to be more ruthless to yourself than to others... I guess what Tyr thinks. According to our... intelligence from the alliance, the killing agent is an indiscriminate strike weapon. Others say it is Vaillant. People, even awakened ones, are still likely to be infected, it’s just a question of the probability.”

Walking behind Jiang Xuezhou, Chen Yutong gently shook the hair falling on his shoulders and continued in a capable tone.

Instead of analyzing how our enemies plan to scare us, I would suggest that we start working quickly...for example, to screen patients out of the population to prevent further spread of the virus.

As she spoke, her eyes fell on the group of soldiers not far away.

Although the soldiers wore protective clothing, it was obviously unrealistic to expect them to distinguish between patients.

Fortunately, the alliance has been following clues about the death agent. It even focused on this thing as early as its experimental strain first appeared in Borneo, and obtained all the testing reagents needed to screen patients. Out.

If this invisible war could be compared to a race, they would have come out on top in the first battle.

However, despite saying this, Jiang Xuezhou still had a trace of sadness on his face and whispered.

... But the problem now is that we only have 10,000 reagents on hand, and there are tens of thousands of people at this isolation point alone, and nearly 50,000 new refugees are pouring in every day.

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Shi, who was standing aside, spoke without thinking.

This is easy to handle. First, divide the refugees according to the batches that come ashore, and number them according to the specifications of one thousand people per group, one hundred people per group, and ten people per group. Try to group those with family relationships together, and then make a group of thousands. Screening at the level of 1,000 people carrying the virus, and then screening at the 100-person level for the 1,000-person team carrying the virus, and finally at the 10-person level, and finally down to the individual.”

Theoretically, a maximum of four tests can be used to identify those infected with the 'death agent' from the population.

A death agent requires a medium for transmission, and the activity trajectories of these dead agent carriers are likely to be similar at a macro level, so the sick people will be concentrated in a probability perspective.

That is, they are densely distributed in several limited sample intervals according to the landing time and location.

According to this testing method, 10,000 refugees may not even be able to use 200 testing reagents. The 10,000 reagents they brought this time are completely sufficient.

As for the subsequent influx of refugees, just a few more batches will be shipped over from the Alliance.

Ye Shi suddenly had the illusion that he was playing Plague Company.

After hearing his suggestion, Jiang Xuezhou was stunned for a few seconds, and his eyes gradually glowed.

Amazing……

Hearing this exaggerated compliment, Ye Shi almost choked on his own saliva and coughed dryly.

Don't be like this...Isn't this just a group test? It's not difficult. You can definitely figure it out if you take some time.

He heard that this method was quite common in science and engineering laboratories. He didn't believe that this guy didn't know about it. At most, he didn't think of it for a while.

In contrast, he has an even more outrageous idea, but that's not necessary.

Jiang Xuezhou's face turned red involuntarily and he said embarrassedly.

I...I'm not working in that direction. I'm studying machinery and AI.

Ye Shi couldn't help but hold his forehead.

...Then why did the academy send you here?

Jiang Xuezhou's eyebrows twitched slightly: I, how did I know? I didn't apply for it on my own initiative!

Chen Yutong looked at the two people bickering and joked.

Okay, you two have their own time to flirt. Now is not the time to play around. Just follow what little brother Ye Shi said, group testing... it's time to get to work.

Flirting?

What kind of flirting is this!

Jiang Xuezhou's face turned red and he wanted to explain, but Ye Shi expressed his dissatisfaction first.

What do you mean by little brother? Bah, I'm not young anymore, okay! I'm an adult already!

As we all know, Wasteland OL is an R18 game, and minors cannot even touch a helmet.

Really? Chen Yutong glanced at him with a smile, then glanced at Xuezhou whose face turned into a lantern, and dropped an intriguing sentence, Then just treat it like this.

…

Just when Ye Shi was trying to prove to a certain girl that he was actually not young, the battlefield brother far away in the Glory Academy of Triumph City was scheming with a centenarian man.

To be honest, when Lei Ze said the words please declare war on the Southern Army, the warlord just barely agreed without hesitation and blurted out the words ok.

In fact, if it were him in the past, he would definitely choose this without hesitation.

After all, he is a pangolin.

Isn’t that what pangolins do?

But in just a moment, he suddenly woke up.

Knowing that the borders of Triumph City were closed, the Wilantes were mobilized to Triumph City to attend the funeral of Marshal Julius. It is impossible that the senior officials of the Southern Army did not expect the consequences of doing so.

They have long been prepared to break with Triumph City, and even wish that Triumph City would take the initiative to provoke this conflict!

This is actually not difficult to understand. The relationship between the Southern Legion and the City of Triumph is thicker than water. This blood and spiritual bond is even stronger than the Federation of the New World and the Empire of the Far East.

So much so that even though the City of Triumph had abandoned the name Legion, the City of Avente still did not abandon it, but continued to use the banner of the Southern Legion.

It is precisely because of this bond between the two sides that there are serious differences between the top management and the grassroots of the Southern Legion on the issue of Triumph City.

If the top brass of the Southern Legion took the initiative to declare war on Triumph City, there would be no doubt about the final outcome. Almost half of the soldiers would defect, and the remaining half would certainly not be able to take action.

But the reverse is not necessarily true.

If the betrayer is Triumph City, the senior leaders of the Southern Legion have every reason to mobilize grassroots soldiers, turn their consternation into hatred, and march towards Triumph City in the name of bringing order to chaos.

Once the war machine is started, as long as the troops of Triumph City are contained, the death agent will definitely penetrate the walls of Triumph City, which in turn will promote the plans of the Southern Army.

Developing to the point of war may not be an option in the Southern Legion's plan, but it is obvious that they anticipated that Triumph City might react this way and considered this situation acceptable.

After all, after the virus shows its power, this war between the same roommates will naturally be interrupted, and then the public opinion of both sides will turn in the direction of complete xenophobia as the plague against the Weirant people continues to spread...

It only took a few minutes for the battlefield atmosphere team to figure out their ideas.

He casually glanced at Lei Ze who crushed the armrest of the chair, and said MMP in his heart.

The acting was weird.

This old man definitely knows that declaring war at this time is definitely not a good idea.

In fact, think about it, this old man has lived for 172 years, what kind of storms and waves has he not seen?

Even he himself was carried out by Marshal Julius from a laboratory full of dead people.

This kind of person will not be angry. If he were, he would not wait until now.

There is only one possibility——

This old man is testing himself!

Taking a deep breath, the battlefield atmosphere team said in a deep voice.

It's not time to declare war yet... The top priority is to save people. Saving people is the most important thing.

Just saving people? Lei Ze frowned and said in a deep voice, With all due respect, your kindness will only be regarded as weakness by them. This beast has bitten its teeth into our flesh. Only by cutting off its head with a sword can we make it stop biting us.

This is not weakness, but calmness, the battlefield atmosphere team looked at the old man seriously and said in a calm tone, Commander Lei Ze, do you have a sword that can cut off the head of this beast?

Lei Ze didn't answer, just stared at him intently.

I tentatively think you are not recovered, the battlefield atmosphere team continued, It is precisely because the teeth of the beast have bitten on our arms that we should be calmer. We don't have that sword, and taking action rashly will only be wasted. Our strength allows the beast to expand our wounds in its struggle with us, and then gain the upper hand.”

Then what do you think we should do? Lei Ze sat back on his chair, looking at him with a sinking expression, waiting for his answer.

The battlefield atmosphere team took a deep breath and continued in a calm voice.

This beast has reached its end. It has put its last strength on its only remaining tooth. If it were me, I would hold its only remaining tooth and let it struggle. He will use up his last strength... At that time, he will be at the mercy of others.

Lei Ze's eyes glowed with light.

Be specific.

Stay unchanged to cope with all changes, use no moves to win, but there are moves, the battlefield atmosphere team responded to his gaze, We will accept as many people as they send over. Not only do we accept them all, but we also have to recruit them. We will mobilize all the forces we can to help them move! We will even mobilize the forces of the New United Federation, the Eastern Empire, and the Northern Empire to rescue our compatriots who are suffering in the province of Batoya.

And in this process of population siphoning, they naturally also completed the dismemberment of the Southern Legion!

Looking at the bright-eyed old man, the battlefield atmosphere team clenched their fists and said in a firm tone.

Since the Southern Army intends to use the Wilantes as their iron wall, then we will tear down all their bricks!