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 and water-soaked boxes mixed in. The mess looked like a shipwreck.

And in fact this 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 branches and sitting in front of the fire. "A sneeze".

And not far away from them, from time to time, people crawled 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 also tried their best to help them. They used rubber boats and ropes to rescue the poor people who were swept into the waves and brought them to the shore.

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

Due to the city of Triumph's closed border policy, most ferries from the province of Batoya to the province of Valente have been detained at the docks of the province of Valente.

The Southern Legion, which tried to evacuate the people at all costs, could only recruit all available ships, which even included fishermen's fishing boats and even bathtubs stolen from private houses.

The vast majority of the Wilantes participated in this march in the name of mission without any 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 and boarded the hovercraft used by the landing troops at the dock in the north of Batoya Province.

The fuel tanks of these hovercrafts are usually not large, and it is impossible for the Southern Army to prepare spare oil drums for them.

Many hovercrafts are useless when they are three-quarters of a mile away, 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 have a hovercraft, so they were violently chased onto a raft by a group of alien soldiers carrying guns. After that, 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 hold on to the patchwork of wood and wait for the rescue of the offshore defense fleet on the other side.

What made the sailors of the offshore defense fleet tremble with anger 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 were not on 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 working decent jobs in the city, or citizens from other industries.

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? The City of Triumph has closed its borders. Even if you land in the province of Weiland, 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 is a boat to pick up the boat at the shore. When we got to the shore, we found that the big ship was gone and there were only a few small boats that could be capsized by one wave! "

When he said this, the old man became excited, and his lips trembled with anger, "Tir, who is like a dog... we found nothing on 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 drove us away was the 1.17 millionth team. Those guys were not polite. When they came up, they said that the alliance had released some lethal agent and that the plague was coming. We were going to kill all the Wilrants. They didn’t mention anything about Commander Julius’s funeral or that there was a boat waiting for us, so 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 fight [our place], but it turned out that the alliance didn't even come here, and we were beaten. Beaten by one’s own people.”

The old man stared, as if he 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 when we were in the car, they said nothing to us, saying that they wanted to give us the City of Triumph, what the hell! "

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

"Damn..."

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

Confused.

Angry.

And disbelief.

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

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 march to the south and smash the villains who were driving the Weirant people into the sea into pieces.

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

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

"Save people..." Malok twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at Fang Tan to 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 move 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 its purpose was obvious. It was to oppose the border blockade orders of the Imperial Guards and even the Triumph City, trying to use the "human sea tactic" to penetrate the isolation zones set up on their coastal borders.

He didn't know why Tire did this, but it seemed that all they had done so far was to hope that the "death agent" among the mixed 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 start a war, at least half of the 500,000 troops must go to the province of Batoya to fight!

By then, Triumph City will have no time to take care of the refugees on the border, and will have no choice but to allow them to infiltrate from the border into Triumph City.

Not to mention that the Southern Army still has more than a dozen steel airships in hand. If a fight breaks out, the battle will definitely end 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. ,㵔Civilians on both sides fell into the torment of war and plague at the same time.

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 and stared at his red eyes.

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

Would it be of any use to the Confederate Army to exterminate the Vaillants?

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 give him some peace of mind and prevent him from falling into self-doubt and confusion.

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

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 Avent, and even had to join Julius Marshal? This lame pretense of a funeral...

But the problem has returned to its original starting point.

They are also Weiland people themselves, why do they do this?

Looking at Fang Yan in Avent City and the planks scattered by the waves, Captain Mallock let out a suppressed roar.

"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 the researcher of the college has passed away... I hope those people can be found㳔Solution to the problem.”

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

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

At the same time, a long shuttle-shaped silver aircraft flew from the east and stopped 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 50,000 survivors to pour in from the side of the Whirlpool Sea. The frequency is about 40,000 to 50,000 people every day... It has not reached the peak yet."

Ye Shi shook his head and said.

"It's hard to understand... What's the reason for them to do this? To stab themselves? Is that Tyr crazy?"

Jiang Xuezhou said with a solemn expression.

"I don't know if they're crazy or not... but they obviously have no regard for the lives of other Willant people."

Due to her outstanding performance in Borneo Province, she was promoted to 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 obtained permission to promote researchers, but also had her own laboratory and a research ship allocated by the Research Department.

Responding to Triumph City's call for help and cooperating with researchers sent by the Alliance Biological Research Institute to solve the virus called the 'Death Agent', this was the first task she received after becoming a C-level researcher.

In fact, strictly speaking, it is not appropriate to give such a big task to a C-level researcher, but because her mentor has a greater say in external affairs and intends to promote her, this job came to her.

But to be honest, Jiang Xuezhou hopes that her mentor can send someone more reliable in this kind of matter where human life is at stake.

Or at least send a professional counterpart!

However, the dispatch order has been reduced. Even if she panics, she can only bite the bullet.

The biotechnology in the alliance is not inferior to that of the college, so she shouldn't have much 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 is thinking. 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.”

After walking behind Jiang Xuezhou, Chen Yutong gently shook his hair that fell 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 the virus from spreading further."

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.

The Lucky Alliance has been tracking clues related to the "death agent". It even focused on this thing as early as its experimental strain first appeared in Borneo Province, and gave away all the testing reagents needed to screen patients. Got it out.

If this invisible war can be compared to a race, then they have already 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. 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 stood aside and spoke without thinking.

"To do this, first divide the refugees according to the batches they landed, and number them according to the specifications of one thousand people per team, one hundred people per group, and ten people per team. Try to group those who have family relationships together, and then make a group of one thousand people." Level screening, screening out the 1,000-person team carrying the virus, and then conducting 100-level screening on the 1,000-person team carrying the virus, and finally 10-person level screening, and finally accurate to the individual.”

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

"Deadly agents" need a transmission medium, and the activity trajectories of these "deadly agent" carriers are most likely to converge at a macro level, so the probability of sick people will be similar.

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

According to this testing method, even 200 testing reagents will not be available for 10,000 refugees. The 10,000 reagents they brought this time are completely enough.

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 a plague game.

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

"嗽 is 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."

I heard that this method is 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 comparison, he had an even more outrageous idea, but that was not necessary.

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

"I...I'm not doing that. 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? It's not like I took the initiative to apply to come!"

Chen Yutong looked at the two people bickering and joked.

"Sorry, you two have separate occasions for flirting. Now is not the time for teasing. 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. He bared his teeth and wanted to explain, but Ye Shi stepped in and expressed his dissatisfaction.

"What little brother? Bah, I'm not young anymore! I'm an adult already!"

As we all know, "Wasteland OL" is an R18 game, and adults can't 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 think of it like this."

…

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

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

In fact, if it had been him before, he would have chosen this without hesitation.

After all, he is a pangolin.

Isn’t this what pangolins do?

But in just a moment, he suddenly woke up.

Knowing that Triumph City was closed to the border and mobilizing the Wilante people to Triumph City to attend the funeral of Marshal Juvus, the senior officials of the Southern Army could not have imagined that this would lead to the consequences.

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

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

So much so that even though Triumph City has abandoned the name Legion, Art City still hasn't abandoned it and continues to use the banner of "Southern Legion".

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

If the senior officials 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 definitely not be able to take action.

But the opposite is true.

If the "betrayer" is Kaixuan City, the senior leaders of the Southern Legion will have every reason to mobilize grassroots soldiers, turn their consternation into hatred, and march towards Kaixuan City in the name of bringing order to the 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 Southern Army's plan.

Developing to the stage of war must be an option in the Southern Legion's plan, but it is obvious that they expected that Triumph City might react like this and considered this situation acceptable.

After all, after the virus shows its power, this war of quarrels with each other will naturally come to an end, and then the public opinion on both sides will continue to spread as the "plague against the Weirant people" continues, which will lead to complete xenophobia...

In just a few minutes, the battlefield atmosphere team figured out their ideas.

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

Acting is weird.

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

In fact, if you think about it, this old man has lived for 172 years, what kind of storms and waves has he never seen?

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

This kind of person cannot be angry, and if he was, 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 seen as weakness by them. This beast has already bitten its teeth into our flesh. Only by cutting off its head with a sword can it stop biting us."

"This is not weakness, this is 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 now?"

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

"I tentatively think you have no sword," the battlefield atmosphere team continued, "It is precisely because the beast's teeth have bitten on our arms that we should be calmer. We don't have that sword, and attacking rashly will only lead to defeat. Consume our strength, let the beast expand our wounds as it struggles with us, and then gain the upper hand.”

"Then what do you think we should do?" Lei Ze sat on the chair and looked 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 let out a brilliant 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 need Pull together all the forces we can and take the initiative to help them move! We will even mobilize the forces of the New Federation, the Eastern Empire, and the Northern Empire to rescue our compatriots who are suffering in the province of Batoya."

In this process of population siphoning, they naturally also completed the dismemberment of the Southern Army!

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

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