This Game Is Too Realistic

More than two hundred years ago, the cold wind tore through the earth, and even Camp Lowell, located near the Qidao Line, was not much better.

Two figures limped along in the cold wind.

One of them was wearing power armor, and the other was wearing a full protective suit with the institute's logo printed on it. Judging from the fog on the inside of the condensed helmet visor, they must have suffered considerable injuries.

It is also true that fierce struggles are never free.

The insulation system has been damaged.

With a low temperature of minus 30 degrees, even slime molds are helpless, let alone they are about to lose their last resort to keep out the cold.

When the water mist condenses into ice, it will almost be their death.

But even so, their condition was better than the corpse they were carrying——

The blood flowing out from the wound had frozen into red ice, freezing the bullet holes, the twisted face, and those crazy wishes.

And the mouth sealed by blood and ice seemed to be shouting silently——

‘Why don’t you listen to me. ’

Why……

The soldier grinned and exhaled the turbid air in his chest, blowing it against the semi-transparent mask.

That's their general.

As for why he was executed, that’s a long story.

Anyway, he didn't want to remember the fungal infections in the death laboratory and the people who were executed for opposing the noble Lord... After all, he also had some blood on his hands.

Yes.

He is an accomplice.

But who isn't?

Let bygones be bygones.

There is no need for their children to carry this heavy memory forward.

Everyone has compassion, and as an ordinary soldier, he is no exception.

They wasted a lot of resources, killed many innocent people, missed the best window to save themselves, and ended up not saving anyone... and all this was just because of Rowell's slogan, they wanted to save those The survivors who are flocking to Borneo from the center of the world need a "feedable fungus that can work at temperatures of minus 30 degrees or even 50 degrees."

That is the so-called red soil...

He didn't know how to evaluate what he had done, but at least it took courage to become a joke in other people's mouths.

The two threw the body into the freezing wilderness.

They took out their engineering shovels and, as planned, used all their strength to dig through the frozen soil, dug a large hole, and threw their general's body and research materials into it.

The Wasteland Era will end.

When everything is over, when their children dig out these things, they may give a more objective evaluation of everything that happened here from a higher perspective, instead of simply referring to Rowell's Define him as a bad person or a good person, and define those who support him or oppose him as a righteous or evil person.

Only when this entire memory becomes history will they no longer have to become a joke in people's mouths, and all of this can end successfully.

They are just a piece of duckweed in the wave, Pu Ying blown away to a corner of the world by the aftermath of the explosion.

That's all.

At least that's what the soldiers said about themselves.

When the hole was finally being buried, the researcher on the side raised his hand to stop the soldier who was about to fill it with frozen soil.

"This is the final sample."

He raised his aching arm, entered the ton code with his trembling index finger, and pulled out a scarlet test tube from the negative pressure sample box on his waist.

The scarlet color is like blood.

It was no different from the blood on Rowell's body. The moment it came into contact with the outside world, the howling cold wind caused the test tube to freeze with ice, and finally it was completely frozen into an ice sculpture.

Like a mockery of that crazy plan...

"Open your eyes and watch..."

Looking down at the ferocious face in the pit, the researcher opened the corners of his stiff mouth and threw the test tube down, hitting Rowell's hardened body.

"Water will freeze at minus 30 degrees Celsius in an instant! What kind of spores... can grow at an ultra-low temperature of minus 30 degrees Celsius! Do you want me to use your crappy laboratory to get silicon-based organisms out? ?”

"Why don't you invite God to the laboratory!"

This idiot...

Even when death is imminent, you still don't admit your mistake.

The researcher finally had enough scolding, pulled up the engineering shovel that was stuck on the ground, and rolled the opened frozen soil and dirty snow into the pit as if to vent his anger.

It took the two of them a whole day to dig the hole and fill it in.

But for the two of them, this day was more meaningful than every other day.

Because from now on they are no longer enemies, they have become compatriots again.

Although there aren’t many days left in the future...

After taking a look at the little energy left, the soldier grabbed the researcher who was about to return to the camp and shook his head at the latter.

Hou Jie was stunned for a moment and soon understood what he meant, then nodded with a wry smile.

Indeed.

There is no longer any need for them to go.

If the buffer door of the research institute opens and closes less often, the people inside might be able to live for two more days.

Just leave those energy and nutrients to the remaining people...

Moreover, it is still unknown what kind of hell it will become when the nutrients and energy are exhausted.

die?

They have long been bearish.

It’s better to go early in the morning and evening.

Moreover, Rowell’s body should not be the only thing left in this history.

They are the final bricks of the tombstone.

Someone had to go down with him.

Only in this way can people who come here know what happened here...

After settling everything, the two did not return, but continued to move forward in the freezing wilderness, and finally found a "frozen tree" that looked relatively strong.

The two looked at each other and understood what each other meant.

This is it...

They stepped forward in a tacit understanding, smoothed the snow on the ground, sat on it, and leaned against the edge of the frozen tree.

The howling cold wind seemed to be somewhat blocked by the freeze-dried tree trunks, but perhaps their feelings were weakened.

The researcher threw away the engineering shovel in his hand because they no longer needed it.

The soldier took out the cigarette box that he was reluctant to smoke on weekdays. He wanted to have one last cigarette, but found that the helmet of the power armor was separated, and finally gave up with a wry smile.

Following the researcher's example, he threw out the cigarette box with only a few cigarettes left in his hand.

Just think of it as quitting.

From now on, his name will be "Quit Smoking".

The fog on the helmet has frozen, and the warning light that was still beating no longer beats.

The soldier closed his eyes and was in a daze for a while, then suddenly spoke.

"Rowell sent a message to the War and Construction Committee before he died... Damn, I don't know how he eliminated us in the email. Do you think he would push the intention of 'Red Earth' on us?"

"Whatever, they'd better send a team over to take a look." The researcher curled his lips.

You're going to die for this?

"I'm tired of seeing it..."

The soldier shook his head. Suddenly he remembered something and stopped the researcher who was about to fall asleep.

"Hello."

"...What's wrong?"

"You are a scientist... If you tell me the truth, will this planet get better?"

The researcher who was about to fall asleep shook his head.

"I don't know, no one knows, but we have done everything we can... As long as one person can survive, in the end, we will win this war."

Some people also went to Luoxia Province, the granary of the Prosperity Era.

If the survivors there can keep the "river embankment" running, maybe part of the oasis can be saved.

Besides, it's not far from the Great Rift Valley, and the people from the War and Construction Committee should be able to help them.

The soldier was silent for a moment and sighed.

"I'm so sorry..."

"...What's wrong with you?"

"I'm so stupid, why did I believe it... Damn it, I wish I didn't listen to his nonsense. It's your fault too, why don't you tell the truth..."

"Haha...hasn't anyone said that?"

Listening to the slightly self-deprecating reply, the soldier fell silent and sighed after a moment.

"Too……"

Man cannot defeat himself.

You can only defeat yourself.

At the last moment of his life, he realized that their biggest enemy was not Gaia, nor Winter, nor even Rowell and his accomplices who remained stubborn in the end...

But myself.

And everything is the same.

The dead become the fuel of the living, submerged in the dust of history.

The era of the People's Federation has come to an end.

If Camp Lowell were compared to a local battle, they both won and lost...

Because it's all over.

"What do you think...how will people evaluate us in the future?"

No answer.

The soldier turned his head and glanced at his friend sitting next to him, only to see that his body had merged with the ice sculpture behind him, just like General Rowell who was buried by them.

Even red soil can't survive the low temperature of minus 30 degrees, let alone people...

However, there was no fear in the soldiers' hearts about the impending death.

Just think of it as paying off a debt...

I hope they won't become the dinosaurs of the Cretaceous period, and then this memory can only be burned as fossil fuel.

He sighed softly in his heart and looked up at the gray sky without a trace of light.

"...Sorry, kids, we took a bit of a detour."

No matter what, winter will pass...

With such belief, the soldier took his last breath and completely merged with the ice and snow.

Time flies by like a fleeting moment.

The howling cold wind has been biting for half a century, but in the end it could not stop the scorching sun.

The cold winter is finally over.

Pieces of green grass emerged from the soil, and the remaining creatures in the huddled caves poked their heads out curiously, as if they had not seen the blue sky for a long time.

This is the road.

Recovery starts here first.

The surviving people walked out of the caves and dilapidated shelters, built settlements of various sizes along the Yongliu River, hunted wild animals, erected totem poles for victory again and again, and slowly moved on. Collecting the fragments of the Prosperous Era...

The savagery and bloodshed here are no less than any corner of the wasteland, but they are far less cruel than those behind them.

At least there are no sandstorms and giant beasts like those in the desert, nor are there the deathclaws of the River Valley Province and the poisonous insects of the Sunset Province.

This is like a refuge from heaven.

Wen is gradually recovering.

Until now, Red Clay has not officially appeared on the stage in Borneo, and the history of Camp Rowell seems to have been completely forgotten.

But that’s actually okay.

This celestial sanctuary has everything. The animals left over from the prosperous era are enough for the locals to eat all the delicacies from the mountains and seas. When they are done, they can also plant a field and hone their cooking skills.

This can be regarded as a period of pain and joy, and Wen's cuteness is also slowly moving forward in this process.

Time keeps moving forward.

The survivors of Boulder City raised their chips high in the conference hall and sent away the last old man who had seen the prosperous era. The tribal melee in Borneo soon evolved into Kingdom war.

The People's Lianyu is the greatest legacy left by the Prosperous Era to the Wasteland Era.

Local survivors don't need to waste too much time on trial and error.

Even if they cannot recall the lessons of history, they can still recall some fragments of words from distant memories and quickly adapt to a lifestyle that suits their own productivity.

After the chief, he must be the king.

The province of four million square miles soon gave birth to thirteen kings, corresponding to thirteen protected areas, or thirteen "states".

At this time, the ambitious "Moon King" summoned a wealthy farmer.

With a not-so-large plantation, Houyi actually fed hundreds of thousands of slaves!

At this moment, the farm boy was holding a handful of scarlet soil in his hand...

At this moment, reincarnation has drawn a complete circle.

Nowadays, among the thirteen states of Borneo Province, there is no Yuezhou state, but it actually existed a long time ago.

It's just that when the moon rose in the sky, and after the moon set and the sun rose, Yuezhou was changed to Lowell State by the Xilan Empire who came from behind.

It was another exciting time...

…

Time has come to an end.

No one knows what happened in the past 200 years. Even if the Alliance built an investigation station at the former site of Lowell Camp in Port Jinlian, they can only collect limited historical data from the ruins.

Among the many topics of the Alliance Scientific Research Institute, the research on Borneo Province is only a relatively rough main line, as "unnumbered shelters", and those such as 70, 79, 100, 101, 117, 401, etc. There are numbered shelters in parallel.

It is naturally impossible for the Chief of the Great Rift Valley to know that history.

Due to the clutter signals between the circulating radioactive fallout and orbital debris, the last message sent by Lowell was not even sent to the headquarters of the Construction Committee...

The obstacles to "long-distance radio communication" in the wasteland still exist today, and the alliance also relies on wired cables to achieve real-time interoperability of signals at home and abroad.

After leaving the chief of the Great Rift Valley, Absek had a look of despair on his face. He seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand.

Looking at the house committee member Wadia next to him with a worried look on his face, he suddenly laughed out loud and touched his chin.

"The old man wanted to save my life..."

Wadia was stunned for a moment, not understanding what his boss said, but he remembered that this was someone else's territory, and quickly reminded him with a wry smile.

"The leaders of the Grand Union...we are now in the Great Rift Valley. You call them heads of state——"

"I know, it's not a problem, but the old... I don't want to," Absek waved his hand, interrupting Wadia who was about to say something else, "Don't worry about me first, I want to I'll just sit there quietly and I'll let you know if I have any plans."

He originally planned to visit Chu Guang, but after thinking about it, it didn't seem necessary.

What if I see you?

The problem of the Borneo people must be solved by oneself after all. I really can’t stop looking for my father everywhere.

Moreover, no one can help them with such a huge population, and those who can help them have already done so.

Technology, funds, machines, production methods, ideological enlightenment, local talents, and even some learning materials that were “originally theirs but were lost by themselves”...

He really couldn't imagine what else he could shamelessly ask for for the survivors of Borneo Province.

If it's not enough, we can only ask the management to come over.

Moreover, during the period before the meeting, the alliance management should also make its own arrangements.

For example, regarding the discussion of post-war issues, the three former legion commanders and the Archon of Triumph City must meet, right?

Tyr probably didn't have the guts to come, and there seemed to be no point in coming. He, the commander of Borneo, could see that the Southern Army was about to lose.

Another example is the discussion about ending the Wasteland Era. Can the chief technology officer of the academy and the director of Ideal City meet?

This schedule is pretty full, so don't give that gentleman any trouble.

When the meeting is over, see you again when you have time...

…

In a spacious and bright room, with a bruised nose and swollen face, Zhou Xianlin was waiting on the old housekeeper to apply medicine to the wound.

As the leader of the Dam Alliance, he had never been so arrogant before. He was grabbed by the collar and beaten to death.

The soldier in the power armor shouldn't have pulled him away.

He was just a few inches away from biting off that guy's ear!

It's a pity that he didn't let the people in the river valley see the bravery of the Prancing Horse until the end.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Zhou Xianlin looked at the old housekeeper next to him with an angry look on his face and said in a vicious voice.

"Where is the Red River Alliance? Find them on the map for me! Mom, these bastards dare to fight with me. I will chop them up and feed them to the dogs!"

The old housekeeper shuddered, almost spilled the iodophor on his hand, and said while sweating profusely.

"Young Master... the Red River Alliance... they may have really fought against the plunderers, and the mines they closed may have been real plunderers."

Zhou Xianlin was slightly startled, and suddenly stared at the old housekeeper with a dark face.

"...What do you mean? We have never fought against plunderers?"

"I've been beaten, I've been beaten," the old housekeeper nodded quickly, looking like he was about to cry, "I just want to say... The Bone Chewing Tribe is special, different from other plunderers. Also, the Red River Alliance has Although I heard that the Alliance garrison only has one or two hundred people, it’s better not to provoke them.”

In fact, what is more difficult is how to send people over.

You can't just take the alliance train and beat people, right?

Fortunately, this time, his young master finally understood what he was saying and swallowed his breath.

Zhou Xianlin sneered.

"Who do I think...it's just a chained dog! Forget it, beating a dog depends on the owner, so I'd better leave this chained dog to my big brother to take care of him!"

Old housekeeper: "..."

…

On the other side, there was a conference room carved out of Ronggan Rock. After inspecting the room, the Imperial Guards of Triumph City and the Imperial Guards of the Alliance exited the conference room and closed the door.

Only the Archons of Triumph City and the management of the Alliance were left in the entire conference room.

Finally, there was no third person. Sitting in the golden can, the warlord looked like "I'm so exhausted." He leaned back on the chair, but he didn't want to press the backrest with a "click". He was intercepted at the waist and almost fell to the ground backwards.

Seeing Chu Guang's suppressed smile, he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

"Sorry... I made you laugh."

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

"It's okay. I've seen a lot. And when I first put on the power armor, I broke a lot of chairs."

There are always players who regard him as an NPC and make obscene remarks and perform performance art in front of him.

Also, he was a talkative guy who treated him like a hole in a tree and told him all kinds of nonsense. He also asked him how he could have a child with an NPC.

During the early alpha version, he had already perfected his ability to "live".

He changed chairs and sat down. This time Warfield Man no longer leaned back, but put his arms on the table like Chu Guang.

As expected of a professional tin can, this sitting position is much more stable.

The warlord sighed. He wanted to say something but couldn't find an opening line, so he could only say something like a wheel.

"To be frank, I'm not a good person. The people of Vaillant in Triumph City may have misunderstood something. Although thanks to the forum... uh, I mean thanks to the staff, I am pretty good as a consul, but I have not thought about my future at all. To be honest, I have wanted to resign more than once. Maybe you can give me a clear way."

Seeing that he was really troubled and did not treat everything as a game, Chu Guang smiled when he heard the words and said in a chatting tone.

"There are no absolute good people in this world, only bad people and people who start to examine their own hearts."

The battlefield atmosphere team was stunned for a moment.

"……What's the meaning?"

Chu Guang didn't answer, but looked directly at him and asked.

"Are you a bad person?"

The battlefield atmosphere team's eyes were confused for a while, and they wanted to say no but couldn't make up their mind.

After all, he did tell some lies about his identity, and he still hasn't figured out how to face the test of Lei Ze and confess to the people of Weiland in Triumph City.

He shook his head and said calmly.

"I have no idea."

Chu Guang's eyes glowed with approval, and he spread his right hand forward.

"When you tell me that you don't know, at least you are no longer a bad person, or a 'bad archon'... You should be able to realize that you have begun to look at your own heart."

A surprised expression appeared on the face of the battlefield atmosphere team, and he frowned and thought for a while, as if it was really such a thing.

In just half a minute, he took care of his life...at least his life in the game world.

What is true is also false, and sometimes false is also true... No matter whether his original intention is good or not, he is a pangolin who is worthy of his own conscience and has the ability to seriously think about what conscience is.

He was not the savior of the Weiland people, nor did he want to be their savior. He just did what he thought was right and what he should do.

Regarding this, he said that a mixed evaluation should be worthy of it, even if he took off his vest in front of all the Weirant people.

Looking at the battlefield atmosphere with a hint of enlightenment in his eyes, Chu Guang continued with a gentle voice.

"Soon you will find your own flaws, make up for them, and then climb out of the dry well that traps you... This is also the only way to grow up."

"You want to tell me that you are not suitable to be a consul, but I think you have done a good job. Most people spend their entire lives to find their own well, and even fewer people try to climb out of it. "You are at least on the way up."

He rarely said such silly words, but the little player in front of him was like his child, and he really watched this guy grow up little by little.

Although that old fool talked a lot of nonsense, there was one thing that really spoke to his heart.

He did experience the feeling of being a relative, and he had experienced it a long time ago.

However, compared to the old man who thought "good is the opposite of evil, good fortune and misfortune" and sent his children to the wasteland for training, Chu Guang still preferred to be a strict and enlightened father.

The old man may be "accurate". Having lived for countless cycles, it is only natural that he can see the laws of cycles.

But the children of the Alliance cannot go into the future with such nihilistic thoughts.

They should stand in the position of "change", look at the mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars that have not changed, and use a braver and more vital attitude to create the old era and the new future that no one has seen. !

This is also Chu Guang’s expectation for the future generations of the alliance.

In this way, they will live up to their coming...

"Maybe, I'm afraid I've betrayed their trust." The battlefield atmosphere team raised their heads and stared at the sky board.

Chu Guang was very experienced in his troubles and said with a smile.

"Do you know why you are afraid of betraying their trust?"

The battlefield atmosphere team subconsciously said.

"Why?"

Chu Guang said sharply.

"Because...you became the consul because of their trust. This matter itself has nothing to do with any conspiracy. Their trust was earned by you with sincerity, not by cheating or picking it up for free." "

The battlefield atmosphere team member's eyes lit up, but he coughed again immediately.

"I actually want to seek specific advice from you..."

"Unfortunately, I can only give you encouragement," Chu Guang paused and said with a smile, "Why don't you seek advice from other Weirant people? Think about who and why you are supported, and then think about them And why do I support you, not others?"

"After thinking about this, you can put up a podium where you have given a speech that everyone can come on and put a few mailboxes where people support you, and stipulate that in the future, the consuls must be like you. Tell your dreams openly and fulfill your promises. What will happen if you don't fulfill them... You need to think about these things yourself. "

The battlefield atmosphere team suddenly became enlightened and sat upright seriously.

"I see."

Chu Guang nodded.

"I understand, let's talk about business."

The battlefield atmosphere team was stunned for a moment.

"Main... business?"

Isn't that just business?

Chu Guang nodded naturally and continued.

"Of course, you are the consul of Triumph City, and I am the manager of the alliance. You represent no less people than me... You don't think that just chatting in the warm-up is serious business, do you?"

"...That's not true." Meeting Chu Guang's half-smiling eyes, the Battlefield Atmosphere Team said with mixed feelings.

Isn't it?

If there is really something important, why not just send the task directly from the taskbar...

But speaking of it, it seems that since the last time I received a [read] message, no new messages have been sent for a long time.

Chu Guang was not joking with him, he cleared his throat and said.

"In order to reduce the gap, I suggest that a long-term and effective dialogue mechanism should be established between Triumph City and Dawn City. I plan to lay a cable to [Triumph City]... The money can be borne by us. This is not just for cash. , but also for the future.”

The battlefield atmosphere team nodded.

"no problem."

This is indeed a good thing.

He can't always be this consul, and the next consul will not have such a thing as a "task bar".

Chu Guang continued.

"In addition, as the east and west coasts of Central Continent are increasingly connected, we plan to open up a new sea route and at the same time build a railway directly to Triumph City. This railway will start from Bicester Town in Luoxia Province and cross the mainland. The desert, passing through the vast grasslands of the Eastern Empire, may be able to spread the fire of the Ming Dynasty to the place where it passes... To this end, we are willing to bear 60% of the investment, and you only need to bear 40%. Of course, your economy will be considered. We are not well off, so the Alliance Bank can lend you the money first.”

"No problem." The battlefield atmosphere team found that they couldn't get a word in at all and could only nod.

Chu Guang stared at him seriously.

"Do you have anything to add?"

The battlefield atmosphere team was about to say no, but when they met those sharp eyes, they finally suppressed their words.

"There are a large number of refugees in the province of Valeant, and the province of Batoa needs to be rebuilt... You also know that we have no money. Anyway, we have already invested in the railway, so why not invest in something else? The highway in Triumph City is also about to be renovated. You can take it. How about setting up a development bank with some money? That way you don’t lose, and we don’t lose either… So what do you mean, win-win?”

Chu Guang smiled and nodded.

"This is a good idea. I think not only we are interested, but companies will also be happy to help you."

"Done."

The battlefield atmosphere team spread their hands and wanted to lean back on the chair, but luckily they stopped in time.

"Ahem... By the way, we have finished talking about the things to be discussed in the meeting now. What will we talk about when the human meeting starts?"

To be honest, the proposal he brought was really about "asking for money." Including Benoit, the ministers of the official group had turned a deaf ear to him before he set off, asking him to find a way to get some money from the alliance.

As for the management proposal, he also understood it, and it was summed up in two words: "噷流".

Eliminate differences in the flow of people, eliminate barriers in the flow of people, and resolve hatred in the flow of people... This itself is also what Wealant people must do to integrate into the world.

He really had no reason to shake his head.

Looking at the confused consul, Chu Guang laughed.

"That's not easy, just speak freely."

"The Great Rift Valley is rarely so lively. With so many people here, of course they can talk about whatever they want."