This Game Is Too Realistic

If the Valeland Province is the place where the Valeland people set out to conquer, then the province of Batoya, which is separated by a sea from the Valeland Province, is the first checkpoint on the road to conquest for the Valeland people.

By analogy with the map of another world, the province of Wilante is a bit like a smaller version of the combination of the Iberian Peninsula and France, while the province of Batoa is roughly located in North Africa, and its area appears to be much more "generous" than that of North Africa. .

The two provinces are separated by a bay called the "Whirlpool Sea", and this sea area is much smaller than the "Mediterranean Sea" in another world, only about half the area of ​​the latter. The shapes of the two are even more different. The opening is larger and becomes narrower towards the east, just like a buffalo horn.

Among them, the city of Avent is located in the northwest corner of the province of Batoya, in a place called Dagger Ya, across the sea from the province of Wilante.

The two provinces are only 200 miles apart from each other. This distance is a bit difficult to get across, but it only takes five or six hours by ferry, and it is still slow.

Since the news of Marshal Julius's death spread, a large number of Velantes have rushed to Triumph City from all over the world, hoping to attend the funeral of Marshal Julius.

Naturally, there are also the Wilantes living in the province of Batoya.

They will meet old friends they haven't seen for a long time in their hometown, sit with them and chat, or blow bubbles over beer, or even roll on the sheets.

After the war is over, some of them will stay, but most of them will return to their homes in the Eastern Continent or the Old Continent.

If you want to spread the "death agent" all over the world, there is no more suitable opportunity than the funeral of Marshal Julius...

On a calm sea.

Captain Malok, who was standing on the offshore destroyer, looked at the telegram in his hand and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"...If this is true, it would be too cruel."

Due to the recent turmoil within the legion, Marshal Julius's Praetorian Guards have also been affected, and even lost the "Basic Source Code", the lifeblood of the Velant people.

He is not an expert in the biological field and does not understand those technical things, but he also knows how important this thing is, otherwise their ancestors would not have snatched it away from the post-war reconstruction committee at any cost. Go and try your best to protect it.

It is said to have been said by the residents of the shelter who had helped the Velant people.

Since the Velant people are a race created based on the designed base library, as long as they master the source code of "building the library", they can easily design a base weapon specifically for this ethnic group.

This kind of weapon can be a virus or other things. They can attack at the micro level and macro level at the same time, making the planet no longer suitable for the Wealand people to survive, and finally allowing the Wealand people to escape from the planet. Disappear as if it had never been there.

In fact, this is indeed what the Department of Defense of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee planned. Even the last folder on the Vaillant Laboratory server was the "finishing" of the Foundation Warrior project.

The purer the bloodline, the easier it is to distinguish it from the crowd.

The only way to break it is to intermarry with other races.

This sharp sword hanging over the heads of all Wilantans can be removed only when the Valeant people are no longer Valeant people, but as part of humanity.

It is precisely for this reason that they must keep the genetic source code of the Weirant people strictly confidential for at least 300 㹓 until the blood of other humans flows in their veins, and their blood flows in the veins of humans, in order to truly Safety.

But now, the Guards say they messed up in the 172nd episode!

Are you kidding me? !

However, the situation has already happened, so he can only accept it and cooperate with the orders of Triumph City to deal with it.

At this time, a ferry about a hundred meters long appeared on the sea level.

Looking at the black spots emerging in the distance, Captain Malok immediately waved his hand, signaling his crew and captains to drive the destroyer over, and contacted the captain on the opposite side via radio to ask them to stop the ship.

After receiving the order, the ferry on the opposite side cooperated very well and quickly turned off the engine.

However, the passengers on the ship were not satisfied. They gathered on the deck one after another and asked for an explanation from the approaching destroyer.

The ferry, which is over a hundred meters long, is not too small, and there are at least three to four hundred people sitting on it.

Most of these people are residents of Yavent City, and some of them live in the surrounding areas of Batoya Province. Among them are some half-year-old children and relatives holding babies.

Looking at the crowded crowd, Malok cleared his throat, picked up the loudspeaker and said loudly.

"Quiet, please be quiet for a moment. I am Captain Marlock, affiliated with the Triumph City Offshore Defense Fleet. There is something wrong with your flight. I am here to explain the situation to you."

The people on the deck actually became a little quieter when someone who had spoken stood up.

After a pause, Malok adjusted his speaking speed and continued.

"Late yesterday, we received news that someone took advantage of the political turmoil in Triumph City to steal the source code of the Weirant people."

As he expected, as soon as he finished speaking, the people on the deck immediately exploded.

The sea surface, which had been quiet for just two seconds, suddenly became noisy again.

"What does the fact that the source code of the base code has been stolen have to do with us?!"

"That's right! Shouldn't you go check the boats that left? Could it be that the thief will come back on his own?"

"Damn, the Imperial Guard is really getting worse day by day. They can even lose the source code of the base..."

"The guys from Triumph City are such trash!"

The vast majority of people are not aware of the seriousness of the problem and are just angry about the flight delay.

It's actually quite normal.

Maloch himself is no different.

Although the more he thought about it and became more frightened after understanding the situation, his first reaction when he first heard it was just an "ah", and then the idea of ​​"just throw it away" came into his mind.

Compared with the disintegration of the legion, the loss of one thing, the statue, is really nothing.

They threw away a lot of stuff.

It was only later that the Guardsmen told him that that thing was the lifeblood of the Weirant people, and then he became nervous.

Looking at these noisy compatriots, Malok took a deep breath, raised his voice and continued to shout.

"You should really prick up your ears and listen to what I have to say! The source code was stolen a month ago. The best information now is that there is a group of evil blue gophers hiding in the desert. Our basic source code has designed a virus specifically for the Velant people! The name of this thing is 'Death Agent', you should know what it does by the name. "

"But what I want to tell you is that things are not that simple! This virus has a long incubation period of more than one month, and it is also extremely contagious during the incubation period!"

"It starts with a low fever, then a fever all over the body, until your immune system is completely overwhelmed, and finally your organs will fail one by one, and you will die in pain... The whole process will last for a full day or even more. For a long time, Naomi has tortured you enough, and the descendants of Naomi virus will infect other people.”

"So don't think it has nothing to do with you. The province of Batoya is in the northwest corner of the desert. You are the people closest to this bomb! And you are probably already infected with this stuff!"

Before he finished speaking, there was an uproar on the ship, and the boiling sound seemed to overturn the bumpy deck.

The faces were full of different expressions, some were angry, some were frightened, some were panicked and doubtful.

Some relatives have unconsciously covered the mouths and noses of the babies in their arms, or hid in places with few people.

Some people couldn't help but cough, and when they saw the surprised looks from the side, they couldn't help but begin to doubt themselves.

"Are you kidding me! A virus specifically targeting the Velantans... How is this possible?!"

"Who would do such a thing... No, damn it, these damn Guards, how could they lose something so important!"

"So there's a virus hidden on our ship? What...a biological weapon against the Velantians?"

People were shouting and yelling in confusion, as if they were crazy.

They instinctively felt that this kind of nonsense was too nonsense. If the aliens really had such awesome weapons, they wouldn't wait until now.

But soon they remembered that the source code of the Valant people was strictly kept in the past, but now it was stolen.

Ichiki seems to have become reasonable.

Just like Malok last night, they changed from doubt to belief.

After all, the person standing in front of them was a captain of ten thousand, and the captain of Triumph City.

There is no way these guys who are extremely loyal to Marshal Julius would make fun of the Praetorian Guards, and it is even less possible for the Praetorian Guards to lie about this kind of love.

Looking at the noisy compatriots, Malok raised his voice and answered one of their questions.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out, so we can only regretfully ask you to go back."

A strong man squeezed his way to the front of the crowd and glared at Malok.

"Possibility! Just because of this so-called possibility, you stopped us from attending the funeral of Marshal Julius!"

His shoulders were broad and his hands were rough, like those of a soldier who had been on the battlefield.

Many of the Vaillant men had been on the battlefield, but this was not a distinguishing feature.

However, at this critical juncture on the front line, it is still difficult for such a veteran in his prime and with combat experience to get on a flight to Valeant Province.

However, Malok didn't know the real inside story of the "death agent".

The version the Guards told him was that someone planned to use the basic source code of the Weilant people to design a basic weapon against the Weilant people.

Looking at the glaring man, Malok smiled and said.

"You don't have to worry, the funeral has been postponed."

Everyone on the deck was stunned.

"Push, postponed?!"

Malok nodded.

"That's right, our respected Mr. Consul has announced that the Weiland Alliance has entered a state of emergency. Before the end of the emergency state, we will temporarily block the Whirlpool Sea."

Hearing these words, everyone on the deck panicked and started shouting.

"Then what should we do?!"

"Are you going to keep us at sea?"

Malok raised his hand to signal them to calm down, and then continued to speak.

"You can return by the way, or you can come back and accept our resettlement... We have designated a buffer zone in the coastal area of ​​​​Vailante Province and set up some tents there. We will arrange for you according to the time you land. Isolate and arrange for a doctor to check your health.”

"The City of Triumph has requested assistance from colleges, alliances, and companies through the Adhesion Community, and they have responded very positively to us, saying that they will airlift some medical personnel and supplies [Vailante Province, and work with us] To this crisis...just as we once faced the crisis of the Torch Church with them."

Everyone on the deck was whispering.

Especially when listening to [Enterprises and Alliances], almost everyone had hesitant expressions on their faces.

The Southern Legion is at war with the Enterprise and the Alliance, and no one can guarantee that these guys will not take the opportunity to do something evil.

At this time, an old man who was described as thin walked to the bow of the ship, staring intently at Captain Malok, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"That virus...are you serious?"

Captain Malok nodded.

"At least the Guards are serious. Including Triumph City, the Weirant Alliance has restricted the entry of people other than Weilant people... After all, all of them may be asymptomatic or mild symptom carriers of the virus. Even if it hurts We are not their true intention, and we will be indirectly harmed by them.”

Not the original intention...

The smile on the old man's face was a little bitter.

This is really too modest. There are too many people who want to kill the Velant people. There is at least one out of every three wastelanders.

Malok apparently thought so too, so he shrugged and made a helpless expression.

"So you should know how dangerous it is to run around at this juncture... We are not just targeting you, the borders to the southeast, northwest and northwest are all closed."

The old man sighed, and it took him a long time to say a word.

"I hope there are no aliens in the buffer zone..."

Triumph closed its borders.

In this case, Willantea Province should be much safer than Batoa Province.

After all, the Southern Legion has a vast colony, and most of the people living in the colony are aliens living in the desert.

If something is really going to happen, [no measures have been taken so far] the Southern Army is undoubtedly the most dangerous...

Looking at the worried old man, Malouf shouted with a smile.

"Don't worry about this. Even if there is one, it will be a researcher sent by the academy to help us."

"If there is a problem, we will not let them go."

…

The news that the genetic source code of the Vaillant people was lost caused a stir in the Triumph City.

As the Imperial Guards who guarded the source code, their majesty was completely shattered during this turmoil, and they were criticized by all forces in Triumph City.

In the face of those scolding voices, Commander Lei Ze's reaction was very calm.

Having lived for 172 years, he has long been accustomed to seeing the ups and downs in this city. It is impossible for him to lose face just because a junior scolds him.

However, although Lei Ze seemed calm and calm, the battlefield atmosphere team felt quite guilty.

This old man is about to enter the coffin age, and he will finally stake his life's honor on himself.

After finishing the meeting with the ministers, he looked at the old man and said with an apologetic tone.

"I'm sorry... After this matter is over, I will wash away all your grievances and tell everyone that this was all my intention."

Looking at the regretful Mr. Archon, Lei Ze, who was wearing golden armor, smiled lightly and said in a very light voice.

"You don't have to worry about my feelings, it's enough to do what you should do now."

After a pause, the old man suddenly changed into an elder's tone again and continued speaking meaningfully.

"But I have to remind you that a truly clever lie is to tell only half of the truth and keep the other half that is not good for you. Marshal Julius is very clever in this matter, and so is your manager, and You were a little bit embarrassed and didn't leave yourself any room to retreat."

The battlefield atmosphere team member looked a little embarrassed, touched his nose and coughed dryly.

"I'm so far behind compared to them..."

Lei Ze smiled faintly.

"That's for sure. How many things have they done, but how many things have you done?"

"But it doesn't matter. Everyone is unskilled, regardless of whether they respect Marshal Julius or your manager."

"I still think highly of you."

Those last words gave Warfield a lot of confidence and made him feel warm in his heart.

It's true that what he did was not a good idea, but it was the best way he could think of.

Faced with the "ingenious plot" of the commander of the Tire Army, he chose to take advantage of it.

Since the former claimed to have stolen the gene source code and used this to persuade other senior officials of the Southern Legion to participate in his crazy plan, he claimed that the gene source code was indeed lost and was simply stolen by the Enlightenment Society in the desert. He left, and was used to create a virus called "Death Agent" that specifically persecutes the Valantians.

Based on this reason, he could logically declare a state of emergency for the Valeant Alliance, and blockade the City of Triumph and even the Province of Valeant, preventing the Southern Army from attacking the City of Triumph and Marshal Julius. Funerals serve as springboards for spreading viruses.

Not only that, following the news, the Northern Empire, the Eastern Empire and the Continental Federation will also close their borders one after another and strictly guard against all immigrants.

Regardless of whether they believe in the existence of "killing agents", the news that the genetic source code has been lost is not false in their opinion.

As for what the "death agent" itself is, it doesn't matter anymore.

Whoever declares it first will have priority in interpretation.

It is impossible for the Southern Legion to jump out and argue that the genetic source code was stolen by itself. This lethal agent is actually very harmful to the Weilant people, if it is targeted at aliens other than the Weilant people.

Not to mention that Tyr didn't have the genetic source code of the Vaillant people at all. He couldn't even prove that the harm to the Vaillant people was actually very small, because it was a useless thing from the beginning. Differential attack weapons.

Don't even call it an explanation.

They didn't even dare to let other forces discover that this thing had slipped out of their own laboratory.

Otherwise, even before companies and alliances take action, those old friends themselves will have to come out and beat them up.

But it will be discovered sooner or later.

If the "killing agent" plan has been launched, and several old legion forces, including Triumph City, have closed their borders one after another to prevent the flow of Weirant people to other areas, then the sick bodies will be restricted to Yawen Within the territory of Special City.

In addition, Yongye Port is currently occupied by the Alliance, and the southern army's road to the eastern border has been cut off. Except for the original viruses with high fatality rate and low infection rate that have been released on the battlefield of Borneo Province, there is almost no chance of infection. The strains will spread.

At that point, Tire would realize that he had shot himself in the foot.

And the Weirant people in Yavent City will gradually come to their senses and wonder who is their enemy.

In addition to the macro-level deployment, the battlefield atmosphere team also mobilized the power of the civil service group to set up some isolation areas in the coastal border areas of Wilanteland Province.

This is just the first step.

After controlling the "killing agent", he will soon start the second step of the plan, fulfilling his duties as the Archon of Triumph City and rescuing the city of Avent, which has fallen into the plague.

At this stage of the plan, we need the help of other survivor forces in the wasteland such as colleges, alliances, and companies.

But this is not difficult for him.

He knows the attitude of managers very well.

That guy has been rushing to end the Wasteland Era since the server was launched, so there is no way he can leave the Valantians alone.

Just as he was thinking this, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the meeting hall of the Glorious Academy.

Ignoring the obstruction of the guard at the door, a man in rich clothes broke into the hall, stared at the consul sitting in the center of the hall, and said angrily.

"Mr. Consul, I need an explanation!"

This is the envoy of the Southern Legion.

At the same time, he was also the representative who came to attend the funeral of Marshal Julius on behalf of Tire.

The warlord remembered his name, Harrogan, and his military rank, a two-star Captain of Ten Thousands, one star higher than Colway.

However, if you are already a consul yourself, you will be worthy of these military ranks.

Looking at the angry Captain Harogan, the battlefield atmosphere team asked with interest.

"What explanation do you want?"

Harrogan said angrily.

"Postponing the funeral of Marshal Julius, and closing the border when all the Wilrantians came to the Triumph City to pay homage to the majesty of Marshal Julius! Do you know what you are doing!"

This guy is anxious.

However, the battlefield atmosphere team did not think that a mere two-star captain would know the inside story of the "death agent".

The most likely possibility is that the commander of the Tire Army tried to use this guy to test the reality of Triumph City, or to put pressure on himself.

Just when he was about to speak, Lei Ze, who was sitting not far from him, spoke first.

"Marshal Julius has been waiting for almost two centuries. I believe that adult doesn't mind waiting a little longer to see his children perform the last play."

The sharp light shot out from the turbid pupils, causing Harogen's aura of launching an army to accuse him to wane in an instant.

The Legion has just completed its transformation into the Valant Alliance, and he still cannot understand what being a consul means.

But he could understand what it meant to be a legion commander.

Especially the commander of the Army who once fought with Marshal Julius.

"What...what are you talking about? What kind of drama..." He swallowed, took a step back unconsciously, and said in a trembling voice.

Lei Ze looked at him calmly, as if looking at a noisy child.

"...Ask yourself, or ask the commander of your regiment. I think he should be the one who knows best."

Harogen couldn't help but hold his breath.

His political intuition told him that the water behind this might be deeper than he thought.

Without saying another word, he allowed the guards to pull him out, and then hurriedly left the door of the chamber.

Looking at the figure who turned away, Lei Ze smiled faintly and called in a neither light nor serious voice.

"Tell that kid something for me -"

"The candles in the Triumph City have not been extinguished yet, and Marshal Julius' soul is still here."

"His Majesty the Marshal is watching you."