This Game Is Too Realistic

B4 floor browsing room of Vault 404.

The holographic screen suspended on the coffee table was showing the scene of the airship crashing, including the airship bursting into flames after falling.

Heya smacked her tongue and said in an understatement, "How cruel." Then she turned around and left the reading room, returning to the laboratory to continue her work.

War is not what interests her.

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.

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

For example, he first noticed that the speed growth curve of the falling airship was not uniform. Its acceleration kept changing, and the amplitude of the jumps 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 deflection shield is based on the interference of gravitons, and the gravity well is also based on a similar principle. In the same way, it can be deduced that the higher the atomic number, the greater the influence of gravitons on the material, and the stronger the interference effect will be on a macroscopic level.

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

Furthermore, the reason why the acceleration of the airship falls unevenly 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, further discussion of this issue would be too academic and beyond the scope of his knowledge.

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

"...I didn't expect that such technology is actually stored in the academy'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 stranger 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 speaking, we can use the gravity well to create a singularity of infinite tonnage..." It seemed that Chu Guang didn't understand what he said, Yin Fang After thinking for 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.

Simply put, 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 is indeed not easy. If you want to create a black hole that can swallow a star, you will need a stellar-level reactor... Of course, this is just my speculation. I cannot give a definite answer to the conclusion that has not been experimentally verified. "

Perhaps in the distant future, people may gain more profound insights into graviton research, and stellar-scale reactors may not necessarily be needed.

Just as long ago people thought it was impossible to bring two atoms together, now they can even use this force to create usable energy.

The Prosperous Era People's Alliance has only touched the edge of graviton-related technology. The technology developed based on those immature theories is largely a blind man's touch. 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 Yu.

"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 is the biggest threat to them."

After a pause, he continued talking.

"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't use it This technology closes the hyperspace connection between the Earth and the Moon and can also pull starships hovering in high orbit back to the ground.”

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

The college handed a dagger that could kill him to the Alliance.

Considering the usual behavior of those guys, Yin Fang almost instinctively suspected that there might be some fraud behind this, or that the academy had other back-up tricks hidden in it.

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

"Maybe they make a decision after weighing the pros and cons."

Although it's a bit annoying to say this, the Academy did count him correctly 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 occurring is zero, then the risk itself can be ignored, and the rest are benefits.

Both parties can get what they want from each other.

The alliance needs the technology of the academy to transform the decaying old world, and the academy needs the alliance to build their ark to go to the new world.

In fact, they did make the right bet.

Chu Guang really has no interest in harming others and not benefiting himself.

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

The image on the holographic screen continued to play, but at the end there was no new idea, and only the blazing fire remained.

After satisfying their curiosity, Yin Fang, like He Ya, did not stay in the browsing room to watch the fun, and turned around to do his or her own thing.

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 trapped by the times.

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

Sitting on the pen holder with her hands on her cheek, Xiaoqi was silent for a long time. She sighed quietly when 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 Saifan Harbor Massacre, which was several months ago.

At that time, this report was placed on his office desk together with a large number of documents. Most of the documents had been filed, and only this piece of paper remained here.

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 cause of everything.

The price paid by the Weiland people in this fire was already far more than the figure of 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 Valantian 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, in the absence of artillery cover and air support, this resistance was largely in vain.

Faced with the bombs and howling rocket launchers that the Goblin Corps kept bringing in, the centurions who were left behind could barely hold on for more than a minute before they were surrounded and suppressed by the Borneo soldiers.

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, there was a crackle of gunfire outside, followed by the roar of propellers and the roar of machine guns overhead.

The Alliance Air Force pursued them closely, as did the Borneo soldiers carrying 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 take a breath.

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.

There was no time to observe a moment of silence for the 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. A fierce exchange of fire broke out in the alley between the two sides.

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

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

The adjutant next to 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 the gray-headed 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."

"Mom!"

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 a show of love.

The question is how to break out...

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

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

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

He poked his head out of the turret, put his arm on the hatch cover, and held the loudspeaker in his hand, shouting at the officers-looking Wilantes.

"People in front of you, 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 threw the pistol on the ground, snatched the pistol from the adjutant beside him, and threw it in front of the track.

"I surrender!"

Petruk shouted at the man on the turret, and the officer beside him raised his hands in surprise.

He recognized the appearance of this chariot.

Surrendered to Alliance forces and was captured by Borneo soldiers.

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

"Dude, you're lucky to run into us."

Catching live animals can lead to high scores, and the higher the level, the higher the score.

The expansion pack reward points can eventually be exchanged for money and contribution points, so they can generally be captured alive, and players will basically not be too embarrassed to capture them, especially veteran players.

But it would be different if it were the friendly army next door. Being beaten up with a black nose and a swollen face would be a minor offense.

After saying these words, Mole had no time to appreciate the expression on the prisoner's face. 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 Wilante officers who had their heads in their hands one by one.

All the prisoners were taken to the center of the village and were guarded by two squads of players.

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

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 hillside not far from the village, a group of unlucky Wilantes were arrested by the guards led by Captain Piccolo himself. Upright.

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

Twenty Wilant boys lying behind the bunker broke out three times, but apart from throwing down three corpses, they had no effect at all.

Seeing that reinforcements were delayed and all 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 that was thrown back.

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

"Aren't you very 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 next to him.

There was no time to stop it.

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

Under the leadership of Captain Pikli, the 200th brother of the guard roared and swarmed forward, slashing the seventeen Wilant boys hiding in the trench into a pulp with knives.

Pikli went into battle in person and was completely furious.

When he walked down from the position carrying a head, he was photographed by the military reporter.

Seeing the camera facing him, Pikli grinned.

His body was covered in blood, as if he had walked 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 of ten thousand who dare to rush into the crowd and fight with bayonets like him. At least his boss, General Duwata, would never dare to do so.

The fire in the burning wilderness burned all night, baking the earth black and melting the steel into molten iron. It didn't stop until the sunrise.

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

For the country of Borneo, which has been resisting pressure for several months, winning this battle can be said to be a great feeling!

As of 8 o'clock in the morning, the last thousand-man team that had been stubbornly 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.

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