This Game Is Too Realistic

Although he is usually nothing serious and always comes up with some bad ideas, this time Ye Shina's idea really produced a miraculous effect.

With the cooperation of the Southern Border Guards of the Wilante Alliance, they almost completed the screening of the first batch of 43,000 Wilante people entering the province of Wilante, and confirmed that 152 of them were carrying " patients with the “killer” virus.

What is shocking is that two-thirds of these patients are elderly and children.

Their immunity is relatively weak to begin with, and they were tortured by the sea water and cold wind before going ashore. Many of them had not survived the incubation period of the "killing agent", but first suffered from a severe cold. .

The 30,000th team responsible for setting up the isolation area transferred these patients to separate camps and tents, and informed the patients of the test results after completing the transfer.

After learning that he actually carried the "killing agent" virus, Old Bazel's face suddenly showed an expression of astonishment.

"Death potion?! How, how is it possible... I am in good health, and those who sneeze are not sick, why me?!"

As he spoke, the astonished expression gradually turned into fear.

He was not entirely worried about his own safety, but he was thinking of his wives who were setting off with him.

The soldier wearing orange chemical protective clothing sat opposite him and nodded seriously.

"According to the research data provided by the alliance, the onset time of the fatal agent is usually two weeks later. You have no symptoms yet, which means that the infection should not be long ago. We hope you can tell us the areas you passed along the way, and the escort...or rather The number of the unit escorting you, and any other clues you think are valuable."

When he said this, he paused for a moment and added in a serious tone.

"We will do our best to save you, so please be sure to tell us the clues you know...this is a must!"

Feeling the seriousness in that tone, Old Bazel calmed down the complicated expression on his face.

After calming down and thinking for a long time, he slowly spoke.

"My home is the city of Yavente... Rue de Rongjun. It can be regarded as the core city for the time being."

"Road des Invalides?"

An unexpected expression was written on the soldier's face, and he wrote hurriedly in the notebook holding the pen without stopping.

Old Bazel glanced at him in surprise.

"Do you know a place?"

The soldier in charge of recording nodded.

"Of course I know... I should say no. I don't know. The people living on Rongjun Road are all members of the military."

Old Bazel said with a complicated expression.

"And they are the families of fallen soldiers."

This is one of the traditions inherited by the major legions from the City of Triumph, and it is also a social welfare that began in the era of Marshal Julius.

Military dependents living on Rongjun Road will receive a monthly pension, and regular health check-ups will be arranged. Regular medical treatment does not cost any money.

After all, only by solving the soldiers' worries can they move forward regardless of their own safety.

Even until a week ago, he enjoyed treatment that was not inferior to that of an active centurion.

The soldier then asked.

"Then do you remember which army took you away?"

Old Bazel nodded and continued.

"The people who mobilized us to leave were the personal guards of the commander of the Tire Army. I don't know the tens of thousands of people. Their attitude was still polite... If nothing else, we should be the first batch of people to arrive at the dock. But It doesn’t seem like they were the first batch. When we arrived, the ferry was gone and there were only about a dozen small boats left.”

After jotting down this sentence in his notebook, the soldier asked again.

"Then did they wear chemical protective suits?"

Old Bazel's eyes were blank, he recalled it carefully for a long time, and finally shook his head and said.

"It seems...no, but I did see gas masks. It was around that time that I heard about the plague, but everyone was not too worried about it, and I didn't pay much attention either."

The soldier in charge of recording exchanged glances with the soldier standing at the door.

The latter's expression was a little subtle, and he muttered in a low voice.

"I heard from people in the alliance...the prevalence of awakened people doesn't seem to be high."

"so it is……"

The soldier in charge of recording murmured with a complicated expression and wrote this guess aside as a note.

Regardless of whether the virus was released by the personal guards of the commander of the Tire Army, it certainly has something to do with them.

After this farce is over, they will naturally investigate according to Tusuoji's instructions.

After finishing recording, the soldier closed the notebook in his hand and looked at the old man in front of him seriously.

"Thank you for your cooperation. If you have any additional clues, please feel free to contact us. In addition, since you carry the 'killing agent' virus, we hope that you can stay in the isolation area as much as possible and avoid contact with other people."

"We will bear the expenses of all your daily necessities during the quarantine period. If you need anything, we will try our best to help you. The only thing is, please don't leave here."

Old Bazel smiled sheepishly.

"Hey, what trouble are you talking about... I've caused you trouble, and I have to ask you to take care of me."

He is a traditional Weiland man who obeys and is loyal to the body and does not want to cause trouble to the body.

I don't know if it was his misunderstanding, but he always felt that the young men from Triumph City in front of him were a little different from the young men from Triumph City that he remembered.

They are still obeying the body, but they have another understanding of the body.

He couldn't tell which one was different, but the two were indeed different.

After hearing what the old man said, the young man smiled and said.

"You are out of touch when you say this. We are compatriots. How can we leave you alone? If you have any concerns, you must tell us. Don't feel embarrassed or troublesome."

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to leave.

However, at this moment, the old man sitting opposite suddenly seemed to remember something and reached out to grab his arm.

Seeing the surprised soldier, Old Bazel said with a serious expression.

"By the way, I heard...this death agent is some kind of genetic weapon in the desert?"

The soldier whose arm was grabbed hesitated for a moment and said in an uncertain tone.

"The identity of the attacker is currently uncertain...but existing intelligence can confirm that the killing agent is indeed man-made."

This is the news released by the Imperial Guard.

He wasn't sure if it was appropriate to tell the patient, but the superior didn't forbid them.

Old Bazel nodded, let go of his hand, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke.

"I suddenly remembered... Two days before departure, I seemed to have had an examination at the hospital on Guangrong Road, and I had a blood test drawn at that time. The process that could have been completed in half an hour was delayed for three hours. I was still I thought it was strange, but I didn’t take it seriously.”

"The hospital on Guangrong Road? Which hospital is it? Do you remember?"

The soldier was stunned for a moment, then quickly opened the notebook he had just closed and added this clue.

"There is only one hospital right there, and all the people in our street get medical treatment there."

Looking at the soldiers taking notes in a hurry, the old man continued in a soft voice.

"Listen, don't be merciful if you have to... I'm willing to take this virus to my grave."

The soldier who was hurriedly taking notes stopped and looked up at Old Man Tian in astonishment.

Old Bazel grinned and gave the young man an encouraging look.

"I can live to be 79 years old in the wasteland, and I am satisfied...want to use me as a bullet to shoot at the Velant people? I will tell that idiot, there is no way!"

He understood it all.

The culprit was Tire, and there was no second suspect or murderer at all.

The whole thing was the guy's own conspiracy from beginning to end.

No matter what, you won't be so stupid? Such a stupid guy can't be the leader of the army? Hehe, those are the children who don’t even have hair yet. They think so.

He knew better than anyone that Tyr was a capable guy.

It's just that he really didn't expect that the guy didn't plan to make trouble in Yavent City, so he got rid of those who were in his way in advance. But from the moment that guy messed them up, he started to play a big game of chess.

But he wouldn't let that guy succeed.

Even if he is just an old man, he will fight in his own way.

The soldier stared blankly at the old man with an awe-inspiring expression.

"...I understand how you feel, but we will never do this."

Old Bazel grinned.

"Won't you do that? But that guy Tire won't be lenient. If you do this, I'm worried. Can you win? Don't let it slip."

The soldier smiled and said comfortingly.

"Don't worry, our consul said that the bottom line does not mean weakness, it is our shield."

Old Bazel: "Consul?"

"That's right, Mr. Pangolin set foot on the Glory Academy with the hope of all of us."

When he said this, the soldier's tone showed a hint of pride from the bottom of his heart.

"Our consul also said that we do not know how to defeat wild beasts, jump into the mire and wallow with them, and make everyone stink. We know how to use the weapons of civilized people and the methods of civilized people. Not only do we have to Tell them not to even think about it, and to completely destroy their spirit. Our compatriots who kneel down and flatter the authority prove that wild dogs will always be wild dogs and can never defeat a two-legged man!"

Old Bazel looked at the young man blankly, and saw a familiar shadow in a trance.

That's his grandpa...

In other words, they were the soldiers who once united Marshal Julius.

They are powerful, heroic, loyal, and invincible... Their statues are everywhere in the Triumph City, and their shadows are everywhere.

It was a bygone era, like the era of prosperity for the Vallantians.

He once envied that era extremely, and lamented more than once that he was born at the wrong time.

Unexpectedly, at the end of his life, that glorious shadow appeared again.

"...It seems that your Archon is indeed a great person."

Looking at the old man with a sincere expression on his face, the young man said with a hearty smile.

"That's natural... When it comes to his experience, I can't finish it in two days and two nights."

Listening to the young man's words, old Bazel laughed out loud.

"Haha! Then I can't pretend that I haven't heard of it... After [Ichiko] is over, I'll buy you a drink and let's talk slowly."

He suddenly became curious.

The legend about the Archon...

…

The shadow of the "death agent" hangs over the province of Valante, but fear has not overwhelmed the people living on this land.

All the refugees stayed quietly in the quarantine area, receiving rationed supplies in an orderly manner and undergoing health inspections under the management of the Vaillante Alliance border guards.

With the assistance of the alliance and college researchers, the newly born Weiland Alliance successfully withstood the waves of waves of refugees from the Southern Legion, and built and consolidated twenty isolation areas under this continuous impact. .

The whole experience is not easy.

After all, it was not only refugees but also the corpses of dead people who were washed ashore by the waves.

The survivors living in the quarantine area have to endure not only the scarcity and shortage of supplies, but also other epidemic diseases besides "killing agents" and plagues caused by insufficient sanitary conditions.

Not only that, the Valantian Alliance also had to face the agents of the Southern Legion.

Not only will they spread panic and incite survivors to attack the checkpoints, they will also try to break through the isolation zone through physical means.

Fortunately, this is in the wasteland. There is still a large stretch of wasteland between the quarantine area and Triumph City, and the population flow between the small settlements scattered on the wasteland is not too dense.

Although several accidents occurred during the period, due to timely remediation, the border guards of the Vaillant Alliance finally successfully controlled the virus and did not let the "killing agent" spread to Triumph City.

The Weirant people staying in the quarantine area are also very cooperative.

The unity they showed in the face of difficulties even infected those aliens who fled from Bato Yada Province.

In this way, all of them jointly created a miracle that was almost impossible to succeed——

That is, despite being unprepared for a few moments, they relied on their iron will and the belief that they would never abandon or give up, and they withstood the "cross-sea" launch of an average of 50,000 people a day by the Southern Army with the flesh and blood of civilians. Assault".

At this moment, the Southern Army was like a crazy beast, having entered the final stage of hysterical madness.

At the same time, as Triumph City gained a firm foothold in the first round of the "dead agent" attack, the situation of this crisis gradually began to develop in the direction of the Weilant Alliance.

Under the mediation of the Battlefield Atmosphere Team, the Civil Service Corps, and the Imperial Guards, the United States, the Eastern Empire, and the Northern Empire on the mainland also gradually realized the seriousness of the matter.

The warships of the Federation are advancing towards the Whirlpool Sea.

On the other side, the Eastern Empire and the Northern Empire sent the food, medicine, clothes and tents that the Weiland Alliance urgently needed through the north-south railway.

Although the seemingly incomprehensible legion was disbanded, the Wilantes did not forget their hometown.

They are still as united as before, even more united than before.

In this way, half a month passed, and it was early October in the blink of an eye.

In the past half month, the Southern Army launched nearly 800,000 old, weak, women and children north, and 12,707 people were diagnosed with the "death agent", and not a single case successfully crossed the border!

The antidote for the lethal agent is still under development. Although there is no reliable vaccine yet, inhibitors that can alleviate symptoms have been successfully developed.

According to the opinion of the Alliance Biological Research Institute, the one who untie the bell is still the one who tied the bell. If you want to get a vaccine as soon as possible, the best way is to get the virus research and development data in the hands of the Southern Army.

A military campaign against the city of Avent has been discussed at the Alliance Army Staff.

But at this moment, Ye Shi, who is in the quarantine area, doesn't know what's going on outside, and if he knows, he probably doesn't care.

Due to his previous "little tricks" and Jiang Xuezhou's "nonsense" exaggeration of his achievements, he has now been regarded as a virology boss by the border guards of the Weiland Alliance.

A group of big-nosed officers hung around behind him all day long, asking him for advice on epidemic prevention work.

Enjoying the feeling of being treated as a boss very much, Ye Shi also turned his nose up to the sky, having a hard time like the stars and the moon.

Looking at the densely packed "valuable experiences" written all over the notebook, the official from the Logistics Department turned into a bitter gourd and said in agony.

"According to the standards you mentioned... our expenses would probably be astronomical."

When Ye Shi heard this, he spread his hands and said happily.

"I just give you ideas. You can ask the consul for the money."

It's impossible to ask him to pay, and it's unthinkable to ask him to ask for money from the alliance. It would be good if he doesn't charge them.

But having said that, the management, which has always been stingy, is quite kind when it comes to matters involving human life.

The testing reagents that Jiang Xuezhou helped transport were all produced by the Institute of Biology at a huge expense, but Triumph City confiscated a single cent of the money and didn't even mention the money.

After sending away the officials from the Logistics Department, not long after Ye Shi walked out of the tent, he saw Xuezhou who had just returned from Shuguang City.

When the reagents were used up, her scientific research ship flew to Dawn City again and airlifted a batch back.

I have to say that the anti-gravity spacecraft is really a good thing. It is said that if there were not too much orbital garbage outside, it could even fly directly to the moon with a kick of the accelerator.

It's a pity to leave this treasure in the hands of the academy.

Just when Ye Shi was thinking about something rude, Jiang Xuezhou happened to see him and called out from afar.

"Hello."

Seeing this guy's unkind appearance, Ye Shi said hello and said somewhat helplessly.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What, what's wrong! Do I have a lot to do?"

Dissatisfied with this guy's impatient tone, Jiang Xuezhou's eyebrows instantly rose.

But it only took a moment, and those beautiful eyebrows softened again.

After squirming for a while, she coughed in a reserved manner, and then she changed into a chatty tone, and a random sentence came out of her mouth.

"Well...why don't you explain."

Ye Shi was stunned for a moment, confused by the incoherent words.

"What explanation? Explain what?"

"It was last month...when I first came here," Jiang Xuezhou looked aside coyly and muttered in a low voice, "Why don't you explain to Yutong that our...is not flirting."

……ah?

Ye Shi was stunned for a moment, like a groundhog sitting on the grass.

It took a long time before he could hold back a sentence from his open mouth.

"Are you a child? Is there any explanation for this?"

And this was all half a month ago, right? !

Jiang Xuezhou seemed to realize that he seemed a little confused when he suddenly mentioned this matter, and immediately blushed and buried his head.

"Yes, yes... there is no explanation for this, there is no need to explain it at all, haha."

So embarrassing...

My face feels so hot.

Looking at the dumbfounded Ye Shi, she felt that the soles of her shoes were about to be dug through by her toes...

…

City of Triumph.

The meeting hall of the Glorious Academy.

After the mobilization meeting, the battlefield atmosphere team dismissed the officials in front of the conference table and looked at Commander Lei Ze who was sitting beside him and said.

"You said you would show my courage to the beasts, but is my courage still satisfactory to you?"

The old man wearing golden armor smiled faintly, nodded his head and said.

"It's just so-so. Compared with Marshal Julius, he's a bit immature, but he can barely pass the test here."

The warlord made a helpless expression, but the corners of his mouth still curled up into a proud smile.

To be able to make an old monster who has lived for 172 years give a "reluctant" evaluation, it seems that he at least has the qualifications to succeed.

Looking at Mr. Consul, Lei Ze thought for a while and continued.

"Actually, what makes me more happy than your courage is that you used the word 'compatriot' when convincing me."

The battlefield atmosphere team was stunned for a moment, with a dumbfounded expression on their faces.

Is that all?

"I have many friends who are from Valeant. Even if I am not from Valeant, I can't help but think about them."

"Even if it means betraying the alliance?" Commander Lei Ze said this in a joking tone, looking at him with interest.

The battlefield atmosphere team slowly shook his head and said in a normal tone.

"I never thought that I betrayed the alliance. In fact, I fulfilled my promise to sit here."

Lei Ze looked at him intently.

"Promise?"

The battlefield atmosphere team nodded, his eyes lost in memories, remembering the long time ago.

“When we left the shelter, we all swore an oath under the banner of the People’s League. We swore to rebuild our homes... This is what we have been doing. After we go to a place, we do not destroy it. The order is to search for the possibilities of the future with them.”

"Ha ha!"

Lei Ze laughed heartily, patted the armrest of the seat that he had crushed before, and said in a teasing tone.

"It sounds like a disaster relief agency."

The battlefield atmosphere team smiled slightly and said humbly.

"We are a disaster relief agency. Isn't that what the Blue Gophers do?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The old man's laughter became even more hearty, and the smile between his eyebrows was much relieved.

He was really happy that he had finally waited for this day.

The battlefield atmosphere team couldn't read his emotions, but surprisingly they could empathize with him.

If one day, I live in this era and look back at the ups and downs I have experienced along the way, I think I will laugh as heartily as this old man.

Casting an approving look at the young consul, Lei Ze let out a heartfelt cry of appreciation.

"No matter what, you can regard the Weiland people as compatriots, not tools to complete the mission..."

"I feel relieved."