This Game Is Too Realistic

After leaving the Glory Academy, Harrogen got into the car parked under the stone steps and went straight back to his mansion.

Without stopping for a moment, he immediately moved to the study, opened the panoramic conference device, and contacted Tyr, the commander of the Southern Legion in the far city of Avent.

Looking at the holographic bust emerging in the light blue light and shadow, Harogen suddenly had a respectful look on his face and nodded to report.

"Your Excellency, Legion Commander, Triumph City has rejected our request to reopen the border."

Tyr said slowly.

"Did the Archon mention a reason?"

"The reason is still the lethal agent. The Imperial Guard insists that they have received conclusive information that the stolen genetic source code has been used to make genetic weapons against the Wealant people." Harrogen looked slightly hesitant and whispered. , "I don't feel like Commander Lei Ze is lying... I wonder if we should also pay attention?"

Although he did not doubt the ability of the intelligence department of the Southern Army, he also found it difficult to believe that the Praetorian Guards would say that without any solid basis.

Especially since his family is still in Yavent City.

If the "death agent" really exists, he will not worry about the safety of his family...

The commander of the Tire Army looked at him silently, seemingly lost in thought, and said nothing for a long time.

Harogen wisely did not disturb him, but at this moment, he suddenly remembered something.

"...By the way, Commander Lei Zejun asked me to bring you a message."

The commander of the Tire Army finally seemed to react and looked at him expressionlessly.

"What did he say?"

Harrogan answered truthfully.

"He said... His Majesty the Marshal is watching you."

The moment he heard these words, Tier had an indifferent expression on his face, but he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

But that was only for a moment.

He knew that was impossible.

Marshal Yu has died, and since he has been dead for more than a century, there is no doubt about this.

Trying to scare myself with the name of a dead person...

The corner of Tier's mouth slightly curled up with a cold arc. Standing in the conference room, Hallogan couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine, as if he was facing a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to move.

What's wrong with him respecting the commander of the army?

Countless confusions flooded into his mind, especially when he thought of the meaningful look in Commander Lei Ze's eyes.

Harogen's Adam's apple twitched, and he wanted to ask out the confusion in his heart, but it felt like there was a ball of cotton stuffed in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

Till didn't give any explanation, just ended the topic (he was unhappy) with an expressionless face.

"I see."

Seeing that Tire seemed intent on ending the meeting, Harrogan quickly added.

"I will try harder... maybe there is some misunderstanding here."

"Um."

Tier nodded without making any sign, and the light blue holographic image disappeared from Harogen's study.

It turned out that the Imperial Guards had noticed something through their intelligence network, so they resorted to this trick of taking advantage of the situation.

Although it is not known how the intelligence was leaked to Triumph City, now that the matter has been revealed, Tyr no longer has any hope of solving the problem through diplomatic channels.

But——

If these weak guys thought he would just give up, they would be looking down on him.

General Headquarters of the Army of the South.

Tire stood up from his desk, walked to the window, and looked across the city of Avent, a forging world made of metal and cement.

Every inch of land here is filled with Valeant blood.

Compared with Norton City, which is named after "Conquest", this is the real "City of Conquest"!

"The Southern Legion will not admit defeat. Even if the old alliance abandons us, we will still launch another charge as a legion against the enemies of the Valantians."

He looked up at the sky, staring at the increasingly thick dark clouds, his resolute and cold face filled with determination.

"The final victory must be ours."

The next thing to do is obvious.

Without any hesitation or thought, he left the office and went straight to Research Institute No. 68, not far from the headquarters.

This research institute is located in the very center of Yavent City, on the 68th floor of the "Tower of the World" building.

The shell of the entire building is made of alloy, and its shape is like a long knife thrust from the sky into the ground.

A century and a half ago, the surviving members of the city of Avente used the heritage of the Age of Prosperity to cast the alloy building and use it as a "vertical processing center" to store the black boxes they recovered from the province of Bato and other heritage. , and rebuild the prosperous era they want to live in China.

Later, due to practical factors, this magnificent project was not completed without any suspense.

Later, the Legion conquered the city of Yavente, improved the entire building, and successfully transformed it into a military industrial base integrating production and research!

㱗The R\u0026D projects in this building are far more than just a "killing agent".

However, from the current point of view, the "death agent" is indeed the most likely to be realized among all decisive battle weapons.

Seeing Tier appearing in the laboratory, Ma immediately put down his work and came over.

"Are you here? I was planning to report to you. According to your instructions, 476 pathogens have been released. When they arrive at Triumph City, it is expected that all survivors in the city will be infected again, and 14~ Symptoms appear within 30 days... Is it really okay if there is no genetic source code? Even if you regret it now, it is too late. "

Even if there is a genetic source code, there is no guarantee that the Vaillant people will not be infected 100%, but at least it will not be as serious as other survivors.

Facing his inquiry, Tier was indifferent.

"No problem, that's what I planned from the beginning... It's better to say, this is more embarrassing."

Just as Lei Ze guessed, he said this in a cold-blooded tone.

Ma 㠬 stared at the respected 㱕 regiment commander for a while, then sighed softly and said.

"What a madman, aren't you worried about getting infected?"

But then again, even if this guy is infected with the death agent, he won't really die.

Ma 㠬 realized that he had asked a stupid and unnecessary question.

Even if it reaches the stage of organ failure, this guy can directly replace the simulated organ. If the actual cure is not possible, he can lie down in the sleep chamber and freeze until it can cure the disease.

Although this virus with broad killing effect kills a large area, its ability to kill individuals is actually extremely limited.

It is precisely for this reason that he made a prediction in the infection model that the virus will eventually be blocked.

Most of the residents there are equipped with artificial organs, and the medical security system there is also the most advanced in the entire wasteland.

But then it doesn't matter.

Ideal City is invincible only when it stands with the wastelanders, and alone, they are not worth mentioning.

"You don't need to worry about my affairs. Now we have encountered other troubles."

Tyrgod did not take his worries to heart and ended the topic with one sentence. After a moment of pause, he then talked about the worst situation at the moment.

"The Imperial Guards have come into conflict with us, and now Triumph City has closed its borders to us... I want to know if there is any other way to spread the lethal agent out without using Triumph City."

Hearing this, Ma 㠬㱕's expression became solemn, he touched his chin and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said.

"It's a bit difficult to handle... Triumph City is the most suitable, it can even be said to be necessary."

Tyr continued to ask.

"What if humans are not used as carriers? For example, poultry or fish——"

Before he could finish his words, Ma interrupted him rudely.

"Impossible, there is a wasteland outside, and now we are in the Wasteland Era. Do you think Batoya Province is still the same Batoya Province three centuries ago, with an average of thousands of flights per day?"

The environment in the wasteland is so full of uncertainty that few species in the wasteland will leave their familiar living areas, and those species that like to move around disappeared early in the wasteland era.

At present, only humans are left with the ability and motivation to migrate long distances.

If they want to spread the virus to the eastern part of the desert, Triumph City is almost necessary for their plan.

Because only there is a railway to the Eastern Empire, and currently only the Eastern Empire's trade routes lead to the east, where the Alliance is.

After listening to Ma 㠬㱕's explanation, Tier nodded solemnly, and then spoke slowly.

"It seems like that's the only way to go."

He was thinking hard and turned his gaze to him, and asked curiously.

"Which trick?"

Tyr paused for a moment and continued in a calm and even cold-blooded voice.

"... There is a limit to the capacity of the quarantine area. As long as we evacuate the Wilante people from Batoa Province to Wilante Province in the name of 'Pilgrimage to the City of Triumph' and provide them with enough ships. Help them cross the whirlpool sea... Even if Triumph City mobilizes the entire city's armed forces to maintain order, their defense line will be penetrated by the huge number. "

Evacuating the "useless population" of Avent City can also reduce the losses incurred by Avent City in this crisis and increase their chances of winning in the final competition.

The moment he heard these words, Ma Li was stunned.

Is this guy crazy?

Let all the civilians of the Southern Legion go north and charge towards the spiritual homeland of the Weilant people!

This is... how crazy!

He originally thought that his ideas were anti-human, but he didn't expect that the legion commander actually defeated him!

Millions of old, weak, women and children have left their hometowns. Hunger, cold, and possible accidents on the road alone can kill more than half of them, without even the need for viruses.

Even if the blood of genetic warriors flows in their veins, these guys are still human beings, not aliens or mutants.

Thinking of that hell-like scene, Ma's shoulders couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

"You are simply a genius..."

Tier's expression was indifferent to Ma's praise.

"Excellent."

He had no time to hesitate and take his time.

After all, once the "killing agent" has been released, infected people will soon appear in the city of Avente or in the isolation zone along the coast of the province of Villantre.

Considering the proportion of Vaillant people among them, there is no doubt that there will be Vaillant people among them.

At that time, even the senior officials of the Southern Legion who were loyal to him would gradually realize that the "death agent" strikes without distinction.

Therefore, foreigners, especially the Borneo people, are more affected by the clinical reactions in the laboratory. This is just because of the physical advantages of the Weirant people.

If the experiment is conducted on an awakened person with an enhanced immune system, there is still a chance that a sneeze will stop him.

It is precisely because of this that he must hurry up before everyone notices the problem and let the situation develop to an irreversible point.

Only in this way can we stop those short-sighted guys from jumping out of the car...

…

It turned out that Till was not joking.

The day after the communication between the envoy of the Southern Legion and the City of Triumph about opening the border was fruitless, the personal guards under his command took to the streets of the city of Avent with armbands and launched a special mission codenamed "Decisive Mission." They started shouting on the street with a loudspeaker.

Unable to sleep due to the noisy sound, an old man about 60 years old opened the door of his room.

His name is Bazel.

Due to the "ingenious conspiracy" of these two idiots Tire and Gulion, two of his four children died on the front line of Borneo Province, and one is still missing. Only the one in the New World is alive so far. Good.

Others wouldn't dare to go toe-to-toe with the Guards, but he wouldn't tolerate these bastards.

Bazel, who was standing at the door, was about to get angry at the soldier patrolling the street, but the latter looked at him first and shouted.

"Why haven't you done it yet?"

Old Bazel was stunned when he heard this and frowned.

"䶓? Where is it?"

The soldier said of course.

"What else could it be? Of course it is to attend the funeral of Marshal Julius! His Majesty the Marshal dedicated his life to us. At this last moment, we should send him off."

Seeing that loyal look, Bazel's attitude softened and he muttered something in a low voice.

"Marshal Julius... we should send him off, but I have no relatives in Triumph City, and going there will only cause trouble to others. He will understand my difficulties, and my lover and I will be at home In memory of him.”

After hearing the old man's reason, the young man said with a smile.

"Don't worry! The commander of the Tire Army will solve your problem of food and accommodation in Triumph City, including the ship there."

The old man frowned and looked at him suspiciously.

"real?"

The young man said in a non-thinking tone.

"Of course it's true! Can what the commander of Tyr's army say still be false? By the way, if you insist on staying at home to show your loyalty, it's not impossible, but war and plague are approaching recently... You You must have heard that the city of Yavent will be under military control in a few days."

The old man looked at him in astonishment.

"Is it so sudden? Is this an order from the commander of Tire Army, or is it the unanimous opinion of the top brass of the Southern Army——"

"Is there any difference? They all look the same to me."

Seeing that the old man was still hesitant, the soldier with the armband urged him to continue.

"If you really want to go there, it's best to go as soon as possible. There are still buses from the pier. If you wait a little longer, they'll be gone."

"Well, at least let me pack my luggage..." Unable to resist his urging, the old man complained, closed the door and went into the bedroom.

Looking at her husband who was unpacking his suitcase, the eyes of the over fifty old woman were filled with worry.

She had been listening to the previous conversation downstairs, but based on her years of experience, she always felt that love was not that simple.

"Honey, I always feel like there's something wrong with this..."

The old man snorted.

"Of course I know that another big disaster may happen in Yavente City."

The child was too young and had obviously never seen the world. He could actually say such stupid words as "What the commander of Tyr's army said can be false."

Marshal Julius, how could there be any truth in the mouth of the commander of the Tire Army?

He didn't bother to argue with the guy.

After all, judging from this posture, the commander of the Tire Army is obviously serious.

There was no doubt that someone had cornered this guy.

"Then why do we still need to pack up?" His wife stood behind him and continued worriedly, "I'm worried that if I leave this time, it will be difficult to come back."

The old man answered without thinking while packing his luggage.

"Otherwise, do you want to stay? Don't be stupid, pack up quickly... I'll think about whether there are any relatives I can contact, and I'll wait until I leave this hellish place."

While the old man was packing up his luggage, the situation in every household was probably the same.

The guards who participated in the operation did not know the real goal of the so-called "Decisive Mission" special operation. They only completed the work ordered by their superiors and took care of their own affairs.

The cooperation and cooperation between organizational units at all levels are as close as gears in a chain.

One team is responsible for mobilizing, another team is responsible for spreading rumors, and another team is responsible for coercion and inducement.

War and plague are approaching the city of Aventre!

If you don’t want to be unlucky, then go to Triumph City to attend the funeral of Marshal Julius!

This is what people in Valeant should do.

They promised the citizens that they would reimburse their travel expenses on their journey, and provide vehicles and ships to assist them in going to the province of Willantes on the other side of the Whirlpool Sea.

After Julius's funeral is over, everything in Avent City will return to normal.

As for those who stay, they need to accept the control of wartime terms and endure the maximum embarrassment. After all, the Guards have lost the basic source code of the Willand people. Now is an emergency period.

Whether out of fear of war and plague, or out of loyalty to Marshal Julius, the citizens of Avente left the place where they lived in an impulse and embarked on the journey to the Triumph City. There is no need for those personal guards to talk too much.

Most of these Wilante people are related to the residents of Triumph City, or they are simply immigrants who moved to the south from the Wilante Province.

After hearing the news of the fall of Yongye Port, many of them had the idea of ​​leaving Yavent City.

It was precisely because of this that after hearing a series of promises made by the senior leaders of the Southern Army, they did not waste too much time on mental preparations and quickly packed up and left.

Not only that, they had even planned which relative they would join after leaving Triumph City.

However, they didn't know at this moment that Triumph City had closed its borders.

The transportation that the senior leaders of the Southern Army promised to provide them was probably just some rafts without power units.

In just one day, there were only five to one person in Yavent City, and the remaining five to four people were either queuing or waiting to watch.

In order to solve the shortage of transportation, the Southern Army even transferred trucks from the military camp.

The mighty team was like a long winding snake, with no end in sight.

At the same time, just as hundreds of thousands of residents were moving to the northern part of Batoya Province, one hundred thousand servant troops also moved to the northern part of Batoya Province.

They would be responsible for building twenty camps, making transportation for the Wilant civilians migrating north, and driving the poor across the sea.

Naturally, it is impossible for the Weirant people to do these tasks.

After all, under the constraints of morality and honor, some Wilant soldiers will refuse to carry out orders from their superiors, even members of the Guards.

There is a precedent for this kind of love, and when it happens, it often causes big troubles.

It is most appropriate to leave this to foreigners.

They will never show mercy when facing the Weirant people.

It has to be said that the Southern Army's mobilization ability is indeed very strong, and its control over society surpasses Xilan and the Borneo Kingdom behind it.

Driven by a combination of loyalty and coercion, the Valantians of Batoya Province are like devout pilgrims, one after another flocking to the wide coastline.

Not only the Weirant people, but a few foreign races also joined the migrating army.

Some of them were driven away violently, and some were driven out of fear of the Union's murderous regiments in the propaganda of the Southern Legion.

On the third day of the "Decisive Mission" operation, the first batch of "beach landing troops" were forced onto the ship.

Looking at the rafts appearing on the sea level, Mallock's face completely lost color while standing on the deck of the destroyer, and his eyes widened like crazy.

"Damn..."

There were at least hundreds of ships lying in front of him at this moment!

After discovering that the ferry was blocked, these guys actually adopted the tactic of breaking it into pieces!

Not to mention his mere destroyer, even if all the airships from Triumph City were sunk on the sea, they still couldn't stop so many ships!

After all, those people were from Weiland, and with the same blood flowing in his veins, there was no way he could sink them with a cannon!

Not to mention opening fire, if these people fell into the water, he would still have to rescue them!

"These lunatics...don't want their lives!?"

Malok cursed incoherently, immediately put his hand on the communication tablet on his shoulder, and reported the situation at the scene to the offshore defense fleet headquarters.

The news was reported level by level, and soon it was reported all the way to Triumph City, and then to the Glory Academy.

When he learned the next move of the Tire Army Commander from the phone, the warlord's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but blurt out "Fuck!".

This guy didn't just flip the table, he was so crazy! They even resorted to urbanization!

Fortunately, the two provinces are only separated by a sea that is only 200 kilometers wide at the nearest point.

If this were doubled again, none of these cannon fodders would be able to get ashore, and they would all drown on the way!

Lei Ze's brows also frowned, and he held the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands. Suddenly, there was a "bang" and the armrests of the chair were crushed into pieces.

"This is genocide against the Wilant people. We can't let this guy continue to mess around like this!"

Looking at the astonished Archon, this 172-year-old man exuded a murderous aura, and his voice was colder than ever before.

"Mr. Consul, declare war on the Southern Army!"