This Game Is Too Realistic

"It seems that a lot of things have happened in the wasteland recently...in places we don't know about."

Iron Heart, captain's room.

After listening to the recording sent by Fang Chang, a fatherly smile appeared on Chu Guang's face, although his handsome face did not look old at all.

"Yes, it is……"

Sitting on Chu Guang's right shoulder, Xiao Qi gently swayed her calves, held her cheeks in her hands, and continued with a leisurely expression.

"...It feels like it won't be long before the master can retire and focus on spending time with Xiao Qi."

"Hahaha."

Chu Guang smiled happily, turned off the holographic interface in front of him, and teased the little guy sitting on his shoulder.

"When I retire, I'm afraid it's still too early... but I'm afraid it won't be too long before I can live a retirement life early."

To be honest, when he first recruited those guys, he really didn't expect them to be so capable, and sometimes they could even predict his predictions.

Although there are always some crazy people on the forum who make wild guesses, saying that "only the dragon and phoenix among men, the king of soldiers, and the son-in-law of a dragon god" can get the helmet, but in fact, as long as you don't be too crazy, you have a chance to get it. of.

Compared to the big guys who have never become famous in reality, he prefers to give ordinary people a chance to start a second life.

After all, what kind of kindness can compare with "the kindness of remaking"?

Even if only considered from the perspective of "brand loyalty", the players selected by this selection mechanism are more inclined to become the "maintenance of order" of the "Wasteland OL" virtual community, rather than impacting the existing order.

This is actually enough.

There is no shortage of geniuses in the wasteland, but there is a shortage of "normal people".

He never expected that a group of genius brains could create a perfect utopia out of thin air, as long as his little players could do the things they were doing to the best of their ability.

However, although his requirements for the players are not high, these players can always exceed his expectations time and time again.

Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh in his heart, maybe it won't be long before the BOSS of his camp won't even have to appear on camera.

Smart little players have not only learned to change the game content themselves, but have even begun to design "game rules" for NPCs.

Just then, a communication request from the alliance staff popped up in the upper right corner of the holographic screen.

Seeing the call coming, Xiaoqi let out a "hey" sound and consciously jumped off Chu Guang's shoulder, sitting back on the pen holder at the foot of the table.

Without pausing, Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and selected the button to connect the communication. The light blue holographic beams quickly intertwined in the air to draw a bust of Lao Bai.

I saw that he was still wearing the "Dragoon" power armor, the XB-1 "Growler" bolter was on his shoulders, and behind him was the cabin of the landing ship.

Looking at Chu Guang with a solemn expression, Lao Bai, who was dressed in military uniform, stood with his bolter at his side, knocked his right fist on his breastplate and gave a military salute.

"...Dear Mr. Manager, the troops on the southern front have been assembled! Just waiting for your order, we can capture the coastline of Haiyantin Province for you at any time!"

The plan for the landing operation and the operation code name had been decided a long time ago. Chu Guang had reviewed it a month ago and signed his name on it.

Before today, the players stationed on the North Island had rehearsed countless times for this upcoming battle.

I guess he was thinking about the possibility of being included in the game's promotional PV, but Lao Bai was so weird that he even made a special phone call before starting.

Rather than ignore his seriousness, Chu Guang straightened the expression on his face and seriously responded to the expectation in his eyes.

"Okay! I can already see success in your eyes. The people of the Alliance are waiting for your triumph, so be sure not to let down their expectations!"

"Move!"

Staring into those majestic eyes, Lao Bai stood up straight and neatly closed the helmet's visor and eyepieces.

That's the sign that the power armor has entered combat mode——

"yes!"

…

On the other side, in the synagogue illuminated by the holy light, there are thirteen extraordinary chairs in the circular conference room.

But there were only ten people sitting at the conference table.

The three absentees are Luo Gan, the "Beast King" and the "Human Emperor" who is commanding operations on the northern front line of Haiyadeng Province.

And in the center of the conference table, a shadowy figure was standing. The dark gray robe looked out of place against the white robes around it.

Facing those scrutinizing eyes, Arzu felt his scalp numb slightly.

The situation today is completely different from when he stood here a year ago.

At that time, Luo Qianqiu was defeated and the Jinhe City Diocese fell. These pioneers themselves also doubted whether they had taken the wrong path, so he could stand here confidently and propose the idea of ​​the "Second Holy Church".

Not only did the ancestors sitting here have no confidence to refute him, the Holy Son also gave him enough trust and support, leaving the parish in the southern sea completely to him to take care of.

During this period, he and Charas cooperated with each other and came up with a lot of good things, such as the technologically armed mutants held by the survivors in the southern sea area of ​​​​祊㳎.

These are all his efforts. Even if the Southern Sea Diocese later performed in a mess, no one can deny his contribution to the Torch Church.

But therein lies the problem.

The performance of the Southern Sea Diocese was so bad that it overshadowed all his efforts.

With the defeat of Charas and the North Island being occupied by the Alliance, the Torch Church completely lost the opportunity to open up strategic space to the south.

Now they are like crickets in a cage, surrounded by people who want to send them to the gallows...

Facing those pairs of questioning eyes, Arzu swallowed his saliva and said bravely.

"We can no longer count on the southern seas... Our brainwashing has no regard for the local people."

Trying to justify his defeat, he continued speaking quickly.

"They are completely different from the survivors in Haiya Province and even Jinchuan Province. The wasteland there has been over for too long. The locals are not wastelanders in the classic sense. They are all from Vault 70. Residents...this is different from our initial judgment.”

More than just ignoring it.

He was even manipulated by the captain of a certain destroyer and passed wrong information to Chalas.

The fishermen were more cunning than he imagined, and they treated him like the Laken of the sea.

"...However, we haven't lost yet, it's just that the plan to study the expansion of Nacho mycelium into the ocean has to be put on hold for a while."

Arzu took a deep breath, looked at the ancestors around him, and continued with a serious expression.

"How about going to the west? Since it is no longer realistic to capture Coral City in the short term... I suggest that we might as well shift our strategy to the west."

As he spoke, he waved his index finger gently, spread out a map in front of him, and pointed at the location of Borneo Province.

"This land is adjacent to Silver Moon Bay, across the sea is the eastern part of the desert, and straight through it is the center of the old world, the remains of the space elevator... It is said that there is a group of people who call themselves the Enlightenment Society. People are active in the local area, and they have explored clues about the Torch Project just like us, and they should be able to understand our situation.”

"Although we have differences on fundamental issues, if we can get in touch with them, at least we don't have to face the pressure of the community alone."

"In addition, Borneo Province has a large number of survivors. Although those people are a little stupid and cannot help our research on a technical level, there is still no problem as a breeding ground for cultivating mutants. So..."

Arzu took a deep breath and looked around at the ancestors sitting at the table.

"I thought it would be a good place to go..."

The conference room was quiet for a while, without any sound.

If Jie hadn't known that these pioneers didn't need to sleep, he almost thought these old guys were asleep.

The first person to break the silence was the Son, who was sitting at the head of the conference table.

The man sighed and shook his head slightly.

"...Nothing."

Arzu was stunned.

His Adam's apple moved and he said anxiously.

"How could there be no 㳎——?"

"Because we have discussed the plan you mentioned a long time ago."

The unquestionable tone interrupted his words. The Holy Son stretched out his index finger and tapped it in the air. Light blue beams of light stretched forward, and in a few breaths, all the topography of Borneo Province was outlined. , and it is also the topography of the Wasteland Period.

This picture was far more detailed than the thumbnail suspended in front of Arzu, and one could even see the mountains and rivers on the earth.

Apparently, the apostles of the Torch had been there before and came to the conclusion after some careful investigation.

Looking at the apostle who was stunned on the spot, the Holy Son continued in a quiet tone.

"About ten years ago, we considered choosing Borneo Province as the starting point where the post-war Construction Committee did not interfere."

"There is a wider area than the Haiya Ting Province, and there are more wastelanders living in chaos... and the most important thing is that it is far away from the sight of companies, colleges and the Great Rift Valley. Although it is targeted by the legion There is a risk, but the legion is unlikely to take action against us, and even if they want to take action, they will be across the desert, so they may not be our opponents."

"Then why?" Arzu looked at the Holy Son and asked anxiously, "Why don't we go there?"

If it were there, the academy would not be so quick to target them! Maybe they won't be discovered until they expand to Luoxiating Province!

Of course, this may produce other variables, but they are nothing compared to the current situation.

Facing Arzu's confusion, the Holy Son's voice contained a rare hint of helplessness.

"Because...red soil."

Red soil?

Arzu was stunned.

What does this have to do with red soil? !

But as soon as he thought this, he suddenly came back to his senses.

Could it be——

As if confirming his guess, the Holy Son gently clenched his right hand into a fist.

The map of Borneo suspended in front of him was like a ball of red soil that had been crushed into pieces.

"There is a special kind of soil in Borneo, or a fungus attached to the soil. It has almost no effect on ordinary organisms, but it will drain the soil of nutrients and prevent other microorganisms from growing in the soil...such as tetanus. Bacillus, botulinum, etc. They will be eliminated by the red soil just like the animal remains buried in the red soil.”

There are no other miscellaneous harmful bacteria or viruses, which is actually one of the reasons why red soil can be eaten directly.

After all, normally speaking, people cannot eat soil not just because they cannot digest it, but also because the harmful substances contained in the soil may cause poisoning or even death.

The magic of red soil is that while it accumulates a small amount of nutrients, it kills most of the harmful substances.

In other words, if Naguo faces this thing, there is a high probability that it will be swallowed up by the red soil and turn into your red soil.

Arzu looked at the Holy Son in astonishment, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he struggled to squeeze out a word from his mouth.

"This...how is it possible that something as rubbish as that can actually suppress the results we have spent more than ten years researching?"

"But it's true."

Looking at those shocked pupils, the Holy Son sighed softly and said.

"Moreover, don't underestimate that thing. It was completed by scholars from the Prosperity Era in the early Wasteland Era. You know how strong those scholars are. Singularity-level technology is actually It’s something they came close to touching but failed to touch.”

The apostle of Yul who was captured by the Alliance and imprisoned somewhere in the River Valley Province was a scholar from the Age of Prosperity.

The anti-radiation agent and radiation elimination agent that that guy completed in the early days of the Wasteland Era are still the "economically optimal solution" for cleaning up radioactive damage in the wasteland two hundred years later.

"...According to the results obtained from our experiments, Nacho mycelium will be swallowed up by the red soil just like the corpses and feces buried in the red soil. If we cannot find a way to let Nago hyphae swallow up the red soil from a technical level, it will eventually expand rapidly The nagomycelium will in turn become a breeding ground for accelerated red soil reproduction, allowing the latter to rapidly expand like a weed in the savannah of Borneo.”

After a pause, the Holy Son continued.

"This is contrary to our philosophy and is meaningless at the moment."

The concept of the Torch Church is to allow the human species to ascend to a higher existence, not to become an edible "answer".

Therefore, they finally gave up their plan to enter Borneo Province, and instead chose the relatively eclectic Hai Yata Province as the first stop for the coming of the Kingdom of Heaven.

Although it was obvious that General Rowell could not have known what would happen two hundred years later, he did accidentally save the survivors of Borneo again.

Arzu swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty.

"...What if we remove the red soil manually first?"

Just remove the red soil first and then plant the fruit——

"That would be Eki's most stupid behavior."

The Holy Son interrupted him without hesitation and continued.

"That kind of thing can only wait for it to disappear slowly and naturally. We have tried many times but can't find a biological solution."

In fact, there is no point even looking for [ now.

Going to Borneo to start a new business under the noses of all the forces may not be any less difficult than holding on under the siege of the Adhesive Community.

This is not just his opinion, the remaining nine forerunners here also have the same idea.

However, after hearing [his answer], despair appeared on Arzu's face.

After noticing his expression, the Holy Son frowned slightly.

"What happened?"

Arzu was silent for a while, with a bitter expression on his face.

"The alliance's troops are gathering on the North Island in the southern seas. I'm worried-"

Before he could finish his words, the words on his lips suddenly stopped. He seemed to have been disconnected from the meeting, and his ethereal figure also swayed in a daze.

Seeing the sudden change in his body, the faces around the conference table had expressions of surprise, wondering what had happened to him.

"Is it a crystal failure?"

"What the hell is this Alzu doing!"

"Can't he find a place with a better signal for such an important meeting?"

"That's why I said that retaining a mortal body is really troublesome..."

The sound of discussion spread on the conference table.

Seeing Arzu, who had not seen anyone for a long time, all the forerunners had displeased expressions on their faces.

This guy took too long!

The Holy Son, who was sitting at the head of the conference table, frowned slightly, and there was a hint of something ominous in his empty eyes.

Logically speaking, he can sense the existence of every crystal.

However, just now, he suddenly felt that Arzu was no longer there...

…

In the sky above Haiya Province, a streak of orange-red light pierced the sky like a sharp sword.

Following a sudden explosion, a dazzling white light flashed, and a wide-area electromagnetic pulse instantly enveloped the area tens of thousands of square kilometers below.

"Assault...?"

The blue-skinned mutants wandering on the coastline stopped what they were doing and raised their ugly heads.

It seemed like something exploded above their heads, but it had no effect on them at all, so that all the mutants had puzzled expressions on their faces.

㳔What happened?

On the other side, Arzu, who was sitting in an underground facility not far from the coastline, suddenly opened his eyes, with a hint of uncertainty in his cloudy pupils.

EMP!

The amount of information sent and received by bionic crystals is limited, and coupled with the particularity of the material itself, it is almost unaffected when faced with wide-area electromagnetic pulses.

However, bionic crystals are not everything in the sanctuary. In addition to bionic crystals, there are also signal base stations.

Only when the distance is not far, can a decentralized network be built in a "point-to-point" direct connection between crystal 㨾 and crystal 㨾. For example, all crystal 㨾 implanters are in the same settlement.

However, once the physical distance is extended to more than ten kilometers, signal base stations must be used to achieve "domain-to-domain" connections.

This is a sentiment determined at the physical level.

At the same time, communication components that frequently send and receive electromagnetic wave information are far more susceptible to electromagnetic pulses than information processing components.

Especially when the EMP attack occurred, Alzu happened to be meeting in the temple meeting. In order to connect all crystals together and minimize information blind spots, almost all signal base stations were turned on.

This EMP shot immediately silenced him!

Especially since he is currently in an underground facility and must rely on signal repeaters to connect to the outside crystal group.

Even though the wired segment is still intact, the wireless segment is almost completely destroyed...

I'm afraid this is no longer a tactical-level weapon, but a strike from a strategic-level weapon.

"Damn...it's just at this time!"

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, cold sweat broke out on Arzu's forehead. He stood up suddenly, walked through the long and dark corridor, and hurriedly rushed into a control room.

The screen covering the entire wall was cut into hundreds of large and small squares, and almost nine or more of the screens were covered in snowflake white.

The staff member sitting next to the monitoring terminal looked at Arzu with trepidation.

"...I wonder what happened to you just now, and it suddenly changed like this?"

Arzu grabbed him by the collar and stared into his eyes.

"What about before this? Did anything appear on the surveillance camera?"

The guy who was grabbed by his collar stammered for a long time and couldn't speak a word. Another staff member sitting not far from him said nervously.

"I seem to have seen a bunch of white light... flying from the direction of Beidao."

North Island!

Arzu's face changed wildly, and he quickly slipped his consciousness into the crystal in his mind, connecting to all the brains he could connect to in this underground facility.

"Transfer ground data underground! Sound the physical alarm! Put the beachhead troops into combat readiness!"

Coming! ! !

The Alliance people are coming! ! !

His shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, and a trace of trembling appeared in his cloudy pupils.

But it's not all about fear, there's also a part of it about excitement.

When he was in Jinhe City before, he had cleaned up the mess for Luo Gan and fought with people from the alliance.

Unfortunately, when he took over the endgame, the defeat was almost irreversible.

But this time is different from the past. All the layout of the Death Coast was made by him himself.

The opportunity to avenge one's shame is now at hand!

He should be happy——

No, what does "should" mean? He is just happy!

"Haha... finally here." Holding the wrist of his left hand tightly with his right hand, a maniacal laugh appeared in Arzu's mouth.

Looking at the shaking head, several staff members sitting in the monitoring room swallowed involuntarily.

Although the Alliance is indeed difficult to deal with, this guy isn't such a jerk...

…

The reason why the "Dragon" missile carrying a strategic-level EMP warhead launched by Beidao was able to penetrate the soul in one shot was not because of the players' luck.

The time and coordinates of the strike were carefully calculated to ensure maximum destruction of the communication systems of the enemy forces along the Death Coast.

In fact, since the alliance troops landed on the North Island, the communication base station set up on the North Island has been monitoring the electromagnetic wave signals in the Haiya Province.

Although the Torch Church's tonnage-adding technology is not weak, even the Alliance of Adhesions Alliance, which brought together talents from all parties, was unable to crack its tonnage code. However, for a "deserted and inhabited" province, it is difficult to judge the Torch Church's " Meeting” time is so easy.

It is enough to directly look at the time of the peak of the electromagnetic wave. Wherever the signal is concentrated, it will explode.

Sure enough, as everyone had guessed, this electromagnetic pulse stunned the mutants on the coastline, and they stayed there for a long time without moving.

Obviously, because the information nodes were destroyed, the frontline troops could not receive signals from the rear headquarters at all.

North Island Combat Command Center.

The staff sitting in front of the control terminal were chatting nervously and excitedly.

"EMP power detonates! Confirm that the attack is effective!"

"Our air force has arrived over the enemy! It has successfully destroyed the enemy's communication facilities and active irradiation radar!"

"Well done!"

"Transmit the ground scanning data to the frontline landing troops!"

"Synchronizing!"

At the same time, on a blue sea, eight landing ships were advancing towards the Death Coast under the escort of the South China Sea Alliance fleet.

The thick and long barrels are like the spears of the Lancers, pointing directly in the direction of the coastline.

General Lee Jae-hui, the wartime president of the South China Sea Alliance, stood on the bridge of the cruiser Harpoon.

It's not just him.

His mysterious and wealthy "old friend" Duke Nihak was also standing on the bridge.

Although Nihak took the initiative to apply to board the ship to watch the battle, standing here, his legs couldn't help but feel weak. His astonished face completely lost the ease and confidence he had at the time, and his lips that opened and closed trembled from time to time.

This... is the fleet of the South China Sea Alliance?

He unconsciously glanced at Li Zhihui standing next to him, but saw that the president, who always looked polite and polite, seemed to be a different person at this moment.

No--

It should be said that this is how he came to be.

This guy was a general from the beginning, but he only sat in the position of president out of urgency... He actually forgot about such an important thing!

The eyes of the two men under their sword-shaped eyebrows were like flashing thunder, staring at the front of the bridge meticulously.

Duke Nihak swallowed and wanted to say something to cover up his discomfort. However, he was suppressed by the momentum and could not say a word.

"The whole ship obeys the order! Prepare the guns!"

A sonorous and powerful voice suddenly sounded, startling Nihak who was distracted.

Li Zhihui, who was holding the communicator in his right hand and staring straight ahead, suddenly shouted.

"Spread the barrage and shoot eight rounds!"

"Fire--!"

The moment the words fell, deafening explosions suddenly spread from both sides of the flagship. I saw thick and long tongues of fire spurting forward, and the billowing smoke split the waves!

"Boom!!!"

A whooshing sound cut across the battlefield, and deadly firelight bloomed on the beach of the Death Coast!

At the same time, the eight landing ships opened the hatches directly ahead. One after another, the "Alligator" amphibious armored vehicles rushed into the sea like dumplings in the pot, pushing through rows of waves and heading towards the A coastline covered in thick smoke!

Also dropped along with it was a landing craft and skirmishers sitting in the landing craft.

Iron, fire and sea are now connected. The whizzing shells and rockets are like an interlude pipe organ, continuously passing over the heads of the players, causing a rain of death on the coastline.

The blood seems to be burning!

The players squatting in the landing craft clenched the rifles in their hands, and their eyes were filled with excitement and high fighting spirit!

It's time to end this!

The chaos that corrodes the earth——

A loud roar rang out over the communication frequency, even covering up the screams of the mutants on the coastline.

"For the Alliance!!!"

"Charge!!!"