This Game Is Too Realistic

In the middle of Jinchuan Province, next to a lush mangrove forest, there is a settlement called Mafu Town, about 150 kilometers away from Singularity City.

Although this is just an inconspicuous town, the population living here is actually not that small.

At least compared to the surrounding no-man's land, this can be regarded as a "smoke-filled" settlement.

A century ago, local survivors made a living by raising horses, with only two to three hundred people living in a small settlement.

Around the 100th year of the Wasteland Era, there were more farms and manors in Jinchuan Province. The manor economy headed by slave owners became prosperous, and the local survivors changed their occupation to herding cattle and sheep for the traders traveling from north to south. Providing food and accommodation, the town slowly grew to two to three thousand households and seven to eight thousand people.

As for now, the alliance's railway has been repaired, and the locals have added new businesses such as guarding the railway and selling grilled sausages and melon seeds near the train station.

They only need to ride a horse along the railway line every day to ensure the safety of nearly 150 kilometers of railway sections and ensure that alliance trains do not have accidents here, and the alliance's insurance company will give them a sum of money.

As for why the insurance company gave the money instead of the company operating the railway, they didn't quite understand. Anyway, those people were willing to give the money.

And since the railway was built, the smoking train would always bring some interesting gadgets along the way from time to time.

For example, tables and chairs, newspapers and books, clothes, furniture and appliances, as well as some puffed and canned foods that no one has seen before, etc., can be taken home with just a silver coin.

In order to earn more silver coins, the idle young men in the town got on the train one after another, planning to go to the alliance's territory to have a go.

In the past, people would still worry about being too far away from home, and it would be difficult to come back. Even if they thought there might be opportunities to make money there, now the drive to Shuguang City is less than a day, and many people are willing to give it a try. The idea got on board.

Although most people in the town do not feel that they are members of the Alliance, they only feel that the Alliance seems to be no different from the merchants who come and go, except that the business is slightly larger, but even so, their lifestyle and habits are still the same or more It may have been somewhat influenced by Dawn City, just as the former slave owners' manorial economy affected their production and life.

Regardless of whether the young men who went to work in Dawn City brought back pancakes and ramen noodles, or the big-horned deer god and big-horned rats, or "Boll the Awakener" and the "people and automation" of Singularity City, after all, this small Something the town had never seen before.

Especially in the past few days, not only the young guys got on the train, but also the old mayor of this small town went to Dawn City to participate in that sticky community meeting.

According to the letter sent back by the old man, he said that he met many important people there, not only Big Nose from Triumph City, but also people from Ideal City and the Academy.

The big shots sat together and discussed that solving the mutant slime mold should be the primary goal.

But before that, they had to deal with a group of guys called Torches. Those madmen plan to use the technology from the Age of Prosperity to spread a thing called Nago into the sea.

People in the town don't understand what it means. Many of them have never seen mutant slime molds or the sea in their lives. At most, they can occasionally see one or two preaching lunatics.

But the old mayor who had seen a lot of the world told them that all these things were opportunities!

And it’s a big opportunity!

Although there are no slime mold broods around Mafu Town, there are quite a few of them in Jinchuan Province.

Solving the slime mold is really not important to them, just like the railway built by the Alliance.

But if you can help those big shots solve their problems, their lives will become visibly better!

In the words of the league manager, making money is not shabby at all.

If they can live their own lives well, let people live the lives they should live, and get rid of poverty and ignorance, they have already made a great contribution to the end of the Wasteland Era.

He will not ask them to hold the torch high like the alliance.

As usual, the old mayor who was meeting in Shuguang City probably heard something that was encouraging. Seeing that the sun was almost setting, he sent an urgent telegram to the town office.

The mayor's secretary at the town office yawned, posted the telegram on the bulletin board in the square, hammered a nail in, then called it a day and went to the tavern to play cards.

All the townspeople in the square gathered around him curiously, and after some pushing and shoving, a literate shoemaker was finally found to read the telegram sent by the mayor.

"The slime mold research community meeting voted to pass Resolution No. 1. All members of the meeting declared war on the Torch Church and its servants..." He read out the summary of his own words in a low voice. The man's face changed slightly, and he whispered in disbelief. , "Is this going to be a war?"

Hearing these words, whispers spread among the people around him.

Especially the young men whose families run farms and forest farms have expressions of eagerness on their faces.

But some people had worried expressions on their faces, because they quickly remembered that they were also members of some community, and their mayor was meeting there, and maybe he even voted at the meeting.

The people of Mafu Town are tough and tough, and they are not afraid of those crazy preachers, but most people are still hesitant when they think of going to war with a group of strangers, even if they know that torches are not a good thing.

A farmer in the town looked at the shoemaker who was reading the announcement and asked with a frown.

"Do we need to go to the battlefield?"

In the past, when fighting with people outside in Groom Town, those with horses would fight, those with guns would fight, and those with nothing would fight with their lives. I wonder what the rules are now.

Ever since the Alliance brought the railroad here, the marauder camps and mutant lairs around them seemed to have disappeared. Although there are occasionally small groups of predators or alien species that flow into this area, large-scale fighting has not happened for a long time.

"...That's not necessary. The work we need to undertake is logistics. Just provide accommodation, food, fresh water and daily necessities to those who come to fight."

The shoemaker read the notice on the bulletin board to the end, paused and said again.

"By the way, the mayor also asked us to use the unused warehouses, cowsheds, stables and even the attic at home and turn them into hotels, pubs, B\u0026Bs, etc... It is estimated that many people will use them in the next few days. Come over to Dawn City."

He didn't know what a B\u0026B was, but he thought it should be similar to a hotel or a pub.

Everyone looked at each other after hearing this, with hesitation written on their faces.

At this time, a broad-shouldered housewife stepped forward and asked doubtfully.

"They give money?"

The shoemaker was stunned for a moment and then asked.

"why not?"

In his impression, there seemed to be no people who came with that train without paying. It would be better to say that those guys were eager to put silver coins into their pockets, although they would soon change their tricks to make the money back.

After hearing the words, everyone felt that it seemed to make some sense. Except for a few young guys who were originally eager to try and showed listless expressions when they heard that they had no chance to play, most of the hesitant people's eyes lit up.

Finally realizing what a big deal the old mayor had brought them, everyone gathered in front of the bulletin board immediately dispersed and ran home to clean up their empty rooms.

The most indispensable thing in the wasteland is land, especially the area around Mafu Town, which is sparsely populated, and large areas outside the town are uninhabited and uninhabited land.

Many residents here live in two-story wooden houses, with ladders usually outside. It is not impossible to convert the vacant first or second floor into a hotel.

It just so happens that many young people have gone to Dawn City recently, freeing up many empty houses and rooms.

Apart from those who were busy rushing home, there were also people who shouted in the square.

"By the way, I suddenly remembered... There seems to be a big iron drum in my old warehouse with caterpillar tracks hanging from the bottom. It seems to be something from the Prosperous Era. It was dragged back by my grandfather from the city more than a hundred kilometers away. of."

The man had a straw hat on his back and a sweat towel on his shoulders. He looked like a farmer.

Someone looked at him curiously and asked.

"what is that?"

The farmer shook his head.

"I don't know...but it looks like something from the battlefield. We wanted to change it into a tractor before, but we couldn't disassemble it, so we threw it in the warehouse."

Soon someone patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

"When the next train comes, take it to Dawn City and ask. There are many archaeologists there and they should be able to give you a good price."

Then someone else answered.

"Sell it and buy us a drink!"

The farmer scratched the back of his head and said with a smile.

"Haha, definitely!"

It would be great if I could actually sell it for money...

While the residents of Mafu Town were busy preparing for the upcoming war, the various settlements connected by railways and Tianshui tributaries were also taking action as telegrams or urgent letters flew out. got up.

A united front is slowly forming.

The settlements are like gears on a huge machine. Although they are inconspicuous when thrown on the ground, they may not even be noticed by the giants in the wasteland. However, once they are connected in series by a chain, When they come together, the energy they unleash cannot be underestimated.

Even the person who connected them may not fully know what is strung on this chain.

After all, whose ancestors didn’t come from the Era of Prosperity?

Those wastelanders were not the real primitive people. Their fathers also lived in a great era, but that era later followed their fathers away.

Maybe there is some big killer weapon left over from the Prosperous Era hidden in any gathering place, but it has never been found where it can be used, so it has never been used.

Just when the rusty gears were turning for the same goal, Dawn City, located in the center of the machine, was also in full swing.

A military train coming from Dawn City sounded its whistle and stopped steadily beside the platform of Dawn City Railway Station.

The carriages dragged behind the locomotive were filled with ammunition and supplies, as well as rows of pallets packed with artillery.

These are supplies destined for the front line.

Some of them were purchased by the alliance themselves, while others were sponsored by various members of the community or shipped from their homes.

For example, two 902mm heavy mortars are one of the war machines sponsored by Triumph City.

The short and thick gun body made of steel is like a raised pig's snout, and the huge muzzle can even fit two people into it.

The Wilrantians called it "the wild boar."

Although the shape of this thing looks retro, its lethality is unambiguous at all, even higher than some tactical nuclear weapons.

This is especially true when dealing with hard targets like concrete bunkers.

The only drawback of this thing is that it is too bulky. Not only does it weigh 150 tons, which is far more than the Alliance's No. 2 tank, but the weight of the shells reaches a terrifying 5 tons! The whole thing is an enhanced post-modernist version of "Karl's Cannon"!

In comparison, the main gun of the Heart of Steel looks much smaller and cute.

It is said that these two heavy cannons were produced by the factories of the Southern Legion, and were transported across the ocean through the port of Triumph City to Silver Moon Bay for unloading, and then sent to Dawn City by rail.

Although I don’t know what kind of paranoid thoughts the Weilant people in the southern part of the Western Continent had in designing such an extremely twisted weapon, the East-West Alliance naturally had no reason to refuse the free gift and happily accepted the gift.

However, the Alliance currently does not have a vehicle capable of towing these two heavy cannons, and it is not suitable to build a tank specifically for these two imported guns, so they simply welded it to the train carriage.

In contrast, the No. 60 electromagnetic gun presented by the company appears to be more sincere and has a wider range of uses.

Although the alliance has been able to produce this thing independently, the production capacity is definitely not comparable to that of Ideal City.

As for the academy, it sent a batch of automated combat drones and swarm missiles to Dawn City, which can be used with neural connection devices.

Intelligence players have new toys to play with.

In addition to the weapons sent to the front line, waiting at the train station are also players who are about to go to the front line.

At this moment, five hundred Death Corps players wearing exoskeletons are riding on the backs of Death Claws who are also wearing exoskeletons, reluctantly saying goodbye to their fellow shelter compatriots who saw them off——

At least in the eyes of those Wastelanders who don't understand Mandarin.

"Hahaha! You're stupid, I'm the first one!"

“Borderline dude is awesome!!!”

"Brothers! Deduct 6 for our leader! This guy is finally working!"

"6666!"

All the players in front of the platform looked at these lucky guys with envy, and they only wished that they were not the ones who got on the bus.

Seeing the stinking looks on those guys' faces, Mole on the run in the canyon couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but chirp.

"Niang Xipi, my Chimera is no more powerful than these cannon fodders!"

When they attacked Jinhe City, their Skeleton Corps was the first to fight. I thought there would be no suspense this time, but I didn't expect that they would be overtaken by the Death Corps.

[Beta, who was driving a toy car] on the side couldn't help but follow suit.

"That's right! Why the hell didn't we take the lead!"

Shuke, who flies a helicopter: "I'm afraid there is an ulterior deal behind this."

Looking at these wailing defeated dogs, the honest man riding on the back of Deathclaw almost stopped laughing and shouted at the mole.

"Come on, I have five hundred armored deathclaws under my command. They can climb mountains, cross-country, and wade through forests and rivers. If we don't, who will? Can your Chimera pass through a small ditch?"

Midnight with an umbrella but no knife: "That's right! Can your turret rotate faster than I can?"

Mole on the run in the canyon: "Damn! Come and give it a try! Camp 101 Arena is waiting for you!"

"You can go and have fun there by yourself," Bing Shui smiled and covered the eyepiece of his helmet. His right hand held the death claw under his body that was about to move forward. "I'm going to the front line to get the heads."

Debt's big eyes also said with a playful smile: "Mole, listen to my advice, if you can't control it, you should go back to playing your game! This kind of fight needs to be done by professionals like us!"

His more than 100 fruiting bodies were of no use but the thieves could eat them. They ate both of them so fat that he was almost eating dirt.

Now that the fight has finally begun, those fruiting bodies can be considered useful.

Even if you can't hold the front line, it would be great to help transport supplies or go to the front line to act as an eyesore.

Mole on the run in the canyon: "Get out of here! Is your specialty the fight?"

The construction site boy and Brick: "Hahahaha!"

Looking at the noisy crowd, Commander Quanshui, with his arms folded, shook his head and sighed, and said helplessly.

"I thought about it all night and couldn't figure out why we, the Storm Troopers, weren't the first to take the lead."

The battlefield atmosphere team also expressed emotion: "Indeed... it is outrageous that the first battle had the highest casualty rate."

Baiyin's father, who was also standing on the platform, was immediately unhappy when he heard this and looked at this guy with a look of sorrow and anger.

"Have you considered the feelings of our Silver Corps?"

The battlefield atmosphere team was stunned for a while. It took a while to remember that this guy's casualty rate was not low, and then he laughed and laughed.

"Sorry...I forgot."

Silver’s father: “@#% @!”

In this peaceful atmosphere, Brother Feng and a group of brothers boarded the train to Jinchuan Province.

They will take a train to the central area of ​​Jinchuan Province, join the construction corps that went to that area at the beginning of the year, and then launch an offensive from the northern part of the area actually controlled by the Torch Church, pushing the front to the border between Jinchuan Province and Haiya Province. Junction.

At that time, reinforcements from legions, companies, and even colleges will join them here.

The managers have only one request for them, and that is to show the same momentum as when they were in Luoxia Province!

Don't let your allies look down upon you!

…

It’s not just the train stations that are busy, but also the airports in the Union.

I saw a huge transport plane parked at the end of the runway, ready for departure.

The majestic fuselage is like the wings of Kunpeng, and the four huge engines are welded to the wings like feathers of the wings.

This is the alliance’s first “self-produced and self-developed” large aircraft!

Its number is H-10, codenamed "Overlord", and it was jointly designed by Factory No. 81 and the Design Institute of the Scientific Research Group!

In fact, the little players in Factory 81 originally planned to use the code name "Kunpeng". After all, this thing is really big. However, in order to take care of children who always confuse virtuality and reality, they thought over and over again and changed it to "Kunpeng". Weapon codenames that are not occupied in reality.

The energy storage equipment of the entire aircraft is powered by completely solid hydrogen, and the power system is a plasma engine similar to that of the "Orca" transport aircraft.

Its maximum range can reach 2,000 kilometers, which is slightly lower than the killer whale with a range of more than 3,000 kilometers, but its maximum load is a little higher than the latter, reaching 150 tons!

After all, this thing is equipped with four engines, which can be said to be a miracle of power.

In fact, saying that this thing is similar to a killer whale is actually a bit modest.

After all, if you ignore the differences in the appearance of the fuselage and engine, this thing is almost a copycat, except that it cannot rotate the wings at will to complete various difficult maneuvers, and switch between fixed-wing mode and vertical take-off and landing mode. "Fat Tiger" or "Skinny Whale".

Of course, in order to make up for the shortcoming of being unable to take off and land vertically, Goblin Technology also collaborated with the research institute under the scientific expedition team to design a "small aircraft" that can switch between fixed-wing mode and vertical takeoff and landing mode.

The name of that thing is "Thunder", but it is not deployed here at the moment.

As an enhanced version of the "Ling Yun" fighter, it uses the same electric propulsion plasma engine as the "Overlord", but the energy supply unit is not solid hydrogen, but similar to power armor, with higher energy density and lower cost. Expensive fusion batteries.

The biggest advantage of the plasma engine is neither thrust nor energy saving, but the stable output capability of the plasma plume. Both controllability and stability are much better than the chemical engines used by traditional jet aircraft.

It is precisely because of this that players have more room to fully express their creativity and use some ideas in the game that are impossible to achieve in reality or are too costly to implement.

As for the actual performance, it can only be tested on the battlefield.

At this moment, ground support vehicles were shuttled back and forth between the runway and the warehouse, loading boxes and bundles of materials into the cabin at the rear of the "Overlord" transport aircraft.

As the cabin filled up, the door slowly closed. The gum-chewing Pig Brothers skillfully pushed the switch and controlled the plane to drive onto the runway, drawing four blue arcs and flying toward the horizon.

Although his route was in the same direction as the military column heading south, his destination was not Jinchuan Province, but Baiyue Province, located southwest of Haiya Province.

There is a two-kilometer-long runway near the military base on the northwest side of Port Fries.

Although the maintenance cost of building a runway in Baiyue Province was high, out of strategic needs, Chu Guang finally paid for it and let local small players build the runway.

After all, there is only one Heart of Steel, and it would be too time-consuming to rely on an inflatable airship to transport supplies at critical times.

In this war, the Alliance will simultaneously launch offensives from the north and south directions against the areas actually controlled by the Torch Church. Therefore, military deployment in the French Fries Port area is also necessary.

Next to the airport runway, two corporate pilots looked at the direction in which the "Overlord" transport plane disappeared, and looked at each other with strange expressions.

The more candid one among them directly expressed his confusion.

"...Is it my imagination? Why do I feel that that thing looks a bit like our engine?"

The man standing next to him opened his mouth and gave an ambiguous answer.

"Maybe... it's an illusion."

Just think of it as an illusion.

Anyway, this thing has no patent in the wasteland.

Their engines were copied from the plasma thrusters on the Era of Prosperity starships. With so many shelter residents in the Alliance, it didn't seem unreasonable to copy parts from the starships.

After all, now is not the time to argue about this, and the Alliance is still their ally.

Even if there is a dispute, we have to wait until this war is over...

…

To the north of Dawn City, near the legion's mission, the lobby of a hotel was also bustling with activity.

The focus of heated discussions is naturally the latest issue of "Survivor Daily".

For the first time, two pieces of big news appeared in today's newspapers.

One of them is the "Cohesive Community" declaring war on Torch, and the other is the newly established South China Sea Alliance.

Although the Alliance rarely actively exports its values ​​​​to the outside world, there is no shortage of believers in the wasteland who actively embrace the dawn.

I heard that the territory of the South China Sea Alliance is even larger than the territory of the Alliance!

It's just that the area of ​​their "land" is so small that the residents of Dawn City are more surprised at how they crammed people into that palm-sized island than what happened there.

But surprise is surprise.

The topic of the southern sea area is not very popular in Dawn City, at least not as much as the really big event of "the Sticky Community declares war on the Torch Church"!

After all, in the past four months, nothing has been more topical than the ongoing Sticky Community meeting.

The survivors of Dawn City were deeply impressed by the atrocities committed by the Torch Church and its believers.

After all, most of them were survivors of the Bone Chewing Rebellion, as well as survivors who had escaped from Jinchuan Province. Almost everyone hated those lunatics.

Now that they heard that all members of the Sticky Community had declared war on the Torch Church, almost everyone couldn't help but cheer.

"It's time to liquidate those bitches!" A drunken mercenary banged his right fist on the table and shouted drunkenly.

The businessman sitting next to him also said in a calm voice.

"I remember they were among the Bone Chewing Tribe! These beasts, a bunch of inhuman things..."

"I didn't expect the Vaillant people to stand with us. Those guys do a lot of beastly things."

"There are also those guys in Bugla. I always feel that they are not good people."

"In the words of the manager, those guys are not good people, but the conflicts with them can be put aside for now. We have to solve the more critical issues first."

The hotel lobby was filled with noisy sounds, and no one noticed the man sitting in the corner of the lobby.

That person was Duke Jarawa, the ambassador of the Xilan Empire who had just been discharged from the hospital.

Although the doctor told him to drink less alcohol and read less newspapers, it was obvious that he did not listen to the doctor's instructions. At this moment, he was stubbornly holding a copy of the "Daily Survivor" bought by the servant.

Staring at the headlines in the newspaper, Duke Jarawa had a sickly flush on his face and whispered excitedly.

"The fight started!"

The fight finally started!

Once the alliance's war machine is activated, it will definitely have no time to take care of the affairs of Borneo Province. Not only will their empire get a chance to breathe, but they may also be able to take this opportunity to reverse the decline in one fell swoop! Regain your glory!

but--

The Legion seems to have also participated in this war against the Torch, and I heard that they also sent troops directly under the Eastern Legion.

As the Legion's largest ally and one of the main signatories of the Adhesion Community, Duke Galava thought about what they should say.

At least make the Legion aware of their importance.

Moreover, this is a completely risk-free transaction.

If three gods are provoked at the same time, the torch will probably have its ashes scattered, let alone how long it will survive.

Maybe we can even get some loot by then.

Touching his chin, Duke Galava thought in his heart.

"...Let His Majesty send some people there in a symbolic way."