This Game is Too Real Chapter 726

  Chapter 726 Unity is Strength

  North Island in the southern waters, the port of the military port, a majestic warship is standing in the center of the harbor.

   Its name is "Hai Ya".

  With a length of nearly 400 meters and a displacement of nearly 70,000 tons, it looks like a monster lying in its lair. So much so that the cruisers and destroyers parked next to it were all eclipsed, just like the eggs it hatched.

  The sharp-edged sloping armor covered every inch of the hull, and thick and long gun barrels stood in the front and back of the bridge, pointing at the sky.

   And the most eye-catching one is naturally the giant cannon on the bow deck!

   Its power can no longer be described simply by its caliber. The gun barrel, which is as thick as a locomotive, does not look like something that appeared in a naval battle at all.

   And it is true.

  In the era of the People's Federation, there was no such thing as a navy. This giant cannon was originally dismantled from a starship, so its power cannot be measured by conventional weapons.

  At this moment, the crew on the ship seemed to have received the signal. The battleship that had been quietly parked in the port rang an alarm bell. Driven by the nuclear fusion reactor, it slowly moved its huge body and drove away from the dock for about three to five hundred meters.

   Immediately afterwards, the sharp-edged gun barrel was slowly raised, and then slowly spread out to both sides, as if cutting the belly from the middle, exposing the entire closed barrel.

  The violent electric current made a whimpering sound, and even the nearby air became agitated, and the violently changing magnetic field scared away the nearby fish.

  The bridge of Haiya.

  The captain stared intently at the calculated shooting elements and predicted trajectory on the screen.

  In that image, a cone with an arc-shaped central axis spanned the spherical sea surface and shrouded a small island.

   That's Anle Island!

  The second largest military port in the southern waters, it is also the base camp of rebels and puppet authorities.

   After learning that the Cold Night submarine was sunk while performing missions around Coral City, President Chalas immediately issued an order to bomb Anle Island!

  They want to avenge the fifty comrades who died on the Cold Night!

   At this time, his adjutant came from the side, gave a military salute with a resolute expression, and reported.

   "Calibration complete!"

  The captain nodded slowly, only paused for two seconds, and then ordered decisively.

   "Fire!"

  The blue plasma is accumulating terrifying energy deep in the barrel, and it will be released in an instant with the order to attack!

   "Om—!"

  The wave that was originally hitting the bow of the ship was pushed back by the terrifying energy in an instant, and smashed into pieces of water mist with the successive waves.

  The nearby sea water seemed to have collapsed two meters down, and then bounced back violently. A hot white glow shot out from the center of the swaying water waves and rushed to the sky, violently tearing apart the black clouds that were pressing down on the sky.

  Nearly 70,000 tons of battleships were pushed by this horrible recoil.

   And this is just the first shot!

  With an interval of less than ten seconds, the capacitor was charged again, followed by another hot white light rushing into the sky.

  The onlookers standing on the shore not far away are mainly soldiers from the nearby military port and the staff of the port.

  Following the incident at dusk, President Chalas had declared a curfew, and there was no one to be seen in the street. However, the windows of each building were more or less open, watching the thunder light rising from the sea.

  Looking at the battleship in the distance that changed the color of the night sky, the man standing on the pier shook his head.

   "...It's too wasteful to use this thing to perform strategic strike missions. It's better to drive the cruiser to shoot a few drones or missiles."

  His name is Varo, and he is a corporal of the Marine Corps. He is wearing an exoskeleton painted in navy blue at the moment, and there are still unloaded ammunition hanging on his belt.

   A few hours ago they carried out the task of occupying the presidential palace, witnessed the collapse of a building, and the end of a short but beautiful era.

  Although Charas still calls himself the president, everything seems to be the same as before, but everyone knows that he has become a huge "racken".

   There is no longer any force that can check and balance him.

"Without the cover of submarines, it might still be a little dangerous to rely on a few destroyers to escort..." Sergeant Wang Pa, who was standing next to Varo and holding a binoculars, stared at the warship intently, grinning at the corner of his bearded mouth and said, "No Unexpectedly, it dares to drive so far now."

  The battle above the sea is beyond visual range, and the same is true under the sea.

  Even the strongest battleship "Hai Ya" in the Federation couldn't withstand a few nuclear-powered torpedoes.

  If the battleships of the Federation exist to hunt and kill the airships of the Legion, then the submarines of the Federation are designed to check and balance the battleships of the Federation.

  Vault No. 70 has been worried that "outsiders" will steal the treasures their ancestors picked up near the Tiangong, so in the past century, many strange ideas have been born in this sea area.

Among them, there are "cargo ships" like the Dolphin that can return to the bottom of the sea at any time, as well as attack nuclear-powered submarines developed with their own warships as imaginary enemies, destroyers designed with their own submarines as imaginary enemies, and cruisers designed with their own destroyers as imaginary enemies. wait.

   On the surface, the Anle Island authorities have two fewer ships than the North Island authorities, but the three extra submarines are a big problem, especially now that the North Island authorities have lost their only submarine, the "Cold Night".

   Obviously, Mr. Chalas knew the cards in his hand.

  Varo looked at the officer standing aside and asked puzzledly.

   "I remember correctly that the main gun is for anti-ship use, and I'm afraid it won't be very effective against ground targets. And I heard that a shell is not cheap."

   Putting down the telescope in his hand, Wang Pa narrowed his eyes and said concisely.

   "The value of strategic strikes is not entirely reflected in the number of destruction."

"…What's the meaning?"

  Wang Pa looked at his subordinates standing aside, and said meaningfully.

   "Why do you think there are 7 governors on our side besides the North Island where the capital is located?"

  Varo: "It's not because of Mr. Chalas."

   "Because they are all within a thousand kilometers, because they have to be responsible to their own residents, that's all."

   Paused, he suddenly smiled, reached out and patted Varo on the shoulder.

   "Like you and me, you have to be responsible for your own identity."

   After finishing speaking, he passed by Varo and walked towards the barracks.

   To be honest, he agrees that the survivors in the southern seas should decide their own destiny and stop internal friction and expand outward, but he doesn't agree with Chalas' approach.

   Even if President Mungo has problems, he should be tried by the law, not lynched by the Marine Corps.

   But unfortunately, he is only a sergeant, above him there are sergeants, and people who can actually command them.

at this point.

  No matter what his kids say about them later, they're just going to have to keep fighting.

   It's just that he always has a premonition.

  This war may be more difficult than everyone imagined...

   Anle Island.

   A series of thunder broke through the tranquility, and deafening roars fell on the sea and land.

  A mass bomb weighing half a ton is like an artificially cast meteor. Even if there is no charge in it, it can still cause huge damage with pure kinetic energy!

The front end of the shell is compressed air like a solid body, while the rear end is forcefully pulled out of a vacuum zone. The huge air pressure difference crazily tears at the bullet head of the shell, burning the few remaining anti-resistance coatings. .

   During this process, the temperature of the shell continued to rise until it reached a critical point of collapse—

  One of the mass bombs disintegrated and detonated in the air, emitting hot white light and metal solution, and rushed towards the buildings on the island like fireworks.

  The other two landed straight on the island, crashing into two billows of dust.

  As for the remaining seven shells, they all crashed into the sea, smashed through a boiling water column and disappeared.

   Even after careful calculations, even taking into account the rotation of the earth, a distance of more than 1,000 kilometers is too far. Putting it in a parallel world is equivalent to going from "Xisha" to "Brunei".

  The actual mileage of the ten mass bombs flying in the air is far more than a thousand kilometers. It is a miracle that three of them hit the island.

  Two shells that directly hit the island carved two deep pits on the mountain, but they simply missed the harbor and submarine factory behind the mountain, and caused no casualties.

   On the contrary, the mass bomb that detonated in the air caused more damage. The glass of many nearby houses was shattered, and there were holes and debris burned by metal **** on the roof.

   It has long been expected that the North Island will launch a strategic attack. The authorities of Anle Island have already evacuated tens of thousands of residents on the island to the submarine factory on the south side of the mountain in advance.

  Because most of these residents are soldiers or family members of military factory employees, most of them have strong discipline, so the evacuation work did not cause too much confusion.

  In the command post, Commander Li Minghui frowned and stared at the map spread out on the table, and the ashtray next to it was filled with cigarette butts.

   What worried him was not entirely the battleships on the North Island, but also the bad news from the hinterland of the South—

  The governor of the circular island stated in his last call back that the residents of the circular island have joined the South China Sea Alliance.

   This is undoubtedly bad news.

   Not only does it mean that the Anle Island authorities will face the North Island, which has eight settlements and holds sea power, with four settlements, but also has to worry about the impact of the separation of the circular island on the legitimacy of the "Declaration".

   This is no small matter.

   After all, their declaration is the constitution, and the legitimacy of the Anle Island authorities is endowed by that declaration.

  Chalas can ignore legality because he has enough naval guns.

   But he couldn't take it lightly, and for a very practical reason, because their fists weren't big enough.

   Don't talk about building a few more submarines now, I'm afraid it will be difficult to eat after another two months.

   Just now, Chalas signed the first presidential decree after taking office, announcing the martial law and curfew on the North Island, and has completely controlled the situation.

  The first order he signed was to announce the implementation of a rationing system for food supplies on the island, requiring the locals to tighten their belts to support him in the war.

  Fortunately, this order was not announced through the radio, and Charas probably didn't know it yet.

  If that guy knew, he would probably laugh out loud...

   While Li Minghui was having a headache on how to solve the immediate problem, his guard stood at the door and gave a military salute.

   "Report! News from the direction of shelter 70!"

   "Refuge No. 70?" Li Minghui was stunned for a moment, the expression on his face was obviously surprised, but he quickly recovered and asked, "...What did they say?"

  The guard reported the truth.

   "They want to electrify you!"

  Li Minghui pondered for a moment, without hesitation, immediately put down the pen in his hand, and followed the guard to the communication room.

   Instructed the guard to watch at the door and not let anyone approach him. He picked up the headset hanging on the radio and put it on his head.

   "This is the Anle Island Naval Headquarters. I am Li Minghui, the highest person in charge here. Who are you?"

  An answer came from the opposite side of the communication channel,

   "Chen Jianhong, the captain of the Dolphin, the residents of Vault 70, and their trusted representative."

   Li Minghui frowned and asked in a deep voice.

   "What do you want to say?"

  “…an idea that might surprise you, but it's also the best solution we can think of right now.”

"you say."

   "Let's join forces, or to put it another way, I hope we join forces."

  It was quiet for a while in front of the radio station, only the slight rustling sound of electricity remained, and there was no movement for a long time.

   "United..."

   Squeezing out the word from his lips, Li Minghui couldn't help but twitch his face, and said in a strange tone, "Is it too late for you to say this now?"

"I don't think it's too late at any time. We have studied your declaration and drafted a new declaration. From now on, the refuge managers will no longer have the right to manage all affairs in the southern waters, and only follow the regulations on the management of the refuge. At the same time, all survivors in the southern waters enjoy the same rights as the residents of the refuge, not only education and medical care, but also legislation, becoming a commander, or other things... Isn't that what you are after? ?”

   When talking about this, Chen Jianhong paused and continued.

   "Now that we've taken off our coats, how about you?"

  Li Minghui narrowed his eyes.

   "Who will ensure that you can keep your promises."

  A chuckle came from the other end of the radio.

   "Aren't you right here, or three submarines are not enough for you to straighten your waist."

  Li Minghui also laughed, and his expression gradually cooled down.

   "...Don't forget, I'm the one who distrusts you the most, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sit in this position."

"That's great, if you're the type of guy who listens to what we say, I'd be hesitant to take off this coat now... look, we're not doing all the good stuff , at least the first-generation managers let you receive education, otherwise you will have to be the same as those guys in Borneo Province."

   When talking about this, Chen Jianhong suddenly thought of something, and continued.

"By the way, I was so busy trying to win you over that I almost forgot to say something serious. We established the Southern Sea Survivors Alliance, referred to as the South Sea Alliance. After that, we plan to rebuild the ocean current power station, starting from the part of the seabed we can control, and then restore the coral city ​​and the production facilities there, and finally with our allies to defeat the enemy to the north."

   There is still half a sentence he didn't say.

  In order to achieve this goal, they need three submarines from Anle Island.

   Without the protection of submarines, dozens of mutants are enough for them to have a headache.

  Even if the alliance will support their defense, he can't bear to see those people holding small water pipes and mutants at the bottom of the sea.

  Those who are noble should carry their nobility to the New Age, not to perish with the beast...

   Li Minghui squinted his eyes slightly, pondering his words over and over again in his heart.

   That's a really good idea.

  When he was discussing with the staff just now, he also considered that relying on Anle Island's advantage on the seabed to resume the production of Coral City and Anle Island factory as soon as possible, and get a few more submarines before the destroyers in Beidao started to launch in batches.

   Winning the support of the alliance is the key to their realization of this plan.

   After all, it is impractical to mine seabed deposits now. The main processing facilities are all in the hands of Chalas, and I am afraid that a submarine cannot be built with only the inventory materials on the island.

   "Alliance... have you already contacted them?"

"Yes," Chen Jianhong admitted bluntly, "It's not just the alliance, it also includes the ring islands that are already on our side. After that, I plan to fight for the other three settlements that are on your side. In the most optimistic scenario, we can pull you along and own six settlements including Coral City. Even if Chalas is still difficult to deal with, our strength is much stronger than it is now."

   "They won't stand on your side," hummed this sentence in a cold voice, but Li Minghui felt that he seemed to have no confidence, so he added later, "Why don't we find an alliance by ourselves?"

   Chen Jianhong smiled and said.

   "Do you think they will choose you?"

  Li Minghui snorted coldly.

   "Why not? They can even unite with the feudal lords of Luoxia Province. Even if we are not as good as President Mungo's era, we are definitely much better than the feudal kingdom!"

   Chen Jianhong said with a sigh.

   "If you look at the problem and only look at the surface, that's true. But if you have really been to the Luoxia Province, you won't say such stupid things."

  Li Minghui frowned.

"What's the meaning?"

   Chen Jianhong continued.

"The reason why the royal family still exists in Luoxia Province is because the local survivors have chosen their own traditions and beliefs from the bottom of their hearts. For this reason, they are not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice. Of course, the alliance would not mind cooperating with you, but if you look around yourself, is there such a person next to you? Or... do you have such a high degree of 'legality'?"

   After a pause, he said sharply.

"Moreover, what they have united with has never been the king, but the local survivors. They have built railways, built schools, built hospitals for the local people, including the abolition of slaves. Which one is for the king? Kings don't need those things! They just But I didn't apply my equality to the bullets and force it on the locals!”

"The sea would be better off without you, I don't think they have any reason to let middlemen make the difference, they can try what they did in Falcon Kingdom, like giving those people behind you a gun .Those guys dare to shoot at you, do you have the guts to order to shoot at them?"

   Li Minghui was at a loss for words for a while, staring at the radio station with his eyes fixed and speechless.

really…

  The southern sea area and Luoxia Province are completely different places.

   There is no feudal tradition here at all, and the education rate even exceeds the alliance he is eager to win over!

  The war between the survivors of the islands and Vault 70 was to fight for equality, and the war between the Anle Island authorities and the North Island authorities was also to defend this hard-won right and not be usurped by ambitious people like Charas.

If he ends up becoming a "treacherous hero" like Charas, launching a war in the name of the declaration, abolishing the declaration in the name of the war, and finally taking all the rights into his own hands...the four governors will not stand on his side at all , even if she is on his side now, she will definitely oppose him when she regains her senses.

   After all, both sides are equally bad, so why not stand on the side with the larger diameter?

  Faith and sword have to choose one.

  Supporting the Anle Island authorities is not without risk, they all have to be responsible to their own residents.

   But if he chooses to be something very different from Charas, a true hero fighting for the Constitution, and fulfilling his oath of office when it's all over, rejecting the peace of lies and true unity...

  That doesn't seem to be any different from immediately accepting the olive branch thrown by the Southern Maritime Alliance.

  No matter what happened before, the current residents of Vault 70 are also fighting for the ideal of equality, and took off their coats on their own initiative.

   So why not deliver on this promise now?

  He only needs to nod his head and fulfill what he said, and they will be able to realize the true union, and he can die well as a hero...

  Li Minghui struggled on his face, and involuntarily clenched his fist in front of the radio.

  If he had faced this choice a day ago, he probably wouldn't have agreed with the slightest hesitation.

   But now, he managed to stand above ten thousand people... Whether it was because of being put on the rack, or because of what he longed for in the bottom of his heart.

  He is not a saint after all...

   This is too hard!

   It seemed that he felt his hesitation, and a sincere advice came from the radio again.

   "Admit it, this is not the Luoxia Province, nor the Borneo Province. Neither Chalas nor you have a chance to be that king. The guy who burned his **** first has lost his hat and ran away."

"If you think you're more professional than that guy, you can gamble with that unrealistic idea, but if he can get away, you can't! Either you keep your promise on the radio and put the Do the things that start at the beginning and finish at the end!"

  Chen Jianhong spoke word by word, repeating what he heard on the radio.

  Whether he meant it or not, at least it came from his mouth.

  “…We will never compromise with the beast, let alone accept a peace maintained by lies.”

   "What we need is real unity!"

"for real!"

  "...We will never compromise with the beasts, and we will never tolerate the Church of the Torch to continue their stupid experiments, watching them bring the last pure land under our feet into an irreversible abyss!"

  Dawn City, the auditorium of the Viscosity Building.

  There are more than 200 people sitting in the semi-arc conference hall, and the solemn and solemn voice echoes above the heads of every participant.

  The people sitting here are representatives of various settlements.

  The furthest ones are from Triumph City and Ideal City, and the closest ones are the kingdoms next door, even the Garbage City just east of Dawn City, and the Buguera Free State, which is a little further away and replaces the Great Rift Valley.

   In addition, there are a large number of survivor forces from the eastern provinces and western provinces. Their strength is uneven, but most of them play a relatively important role in the local area.

  The entire conference building was jointly completed by the construction team of the enterprise and the college. During the period, the commander of the legion served as the project supervisor. Therefore, the construction period that could have been completed in one month turned out to only take two months.

   Compared with the insignificant building itself, the more than two hundred people sitting during the meeting are mostly the diplomatic achievements of the alliance.

  After all, no matter whether they were attracted here by the legion, the academy, or the enterprise, in the final analysis, it was the alliance that brought them here from all over the Middle Continent.

  At this moment, the respected alliance manager was standing on the podium in the middle of the venue, giving an impassioned speech.

  Countless eyes focused on the man, especially the representatives from the academy, who listened very carefully, and even turned on the video function of the bionic prosthetic eye and the vertical stabilization of the neck prosthesis to ensure that the camera would not shake.

   It's like some important sociological data.

  Of course, maybe that guy is used to it. I heard that everyone in the academy is like this.

   Benoit, who was sitting in the front row with his legs crossed, curled his lips disapprovingly, and didn't listen very carefully.

   Maybe that guy is right. The survivors of the wasteland should join hands to do something, at least unite on the issue of "mutant slime mold", which endangers everyone's survival.

   But is this a problem that can be solved by lip service?

  The guys sitting here count as one, including the guy standing on the stage. Which one of the collectives they each represent can make more sacrifices than the Willant people to solve the mutant slime mold?

  Is it a happy-go-lucky enterprise behind closed doors? Or is it a college that "builds a ship behind closed doors" hiding behind the wandering swamp?

  Not to mention the alliance that has only been established for a few years. I am afraid that not many people died at the hands of slime molds. Wait 50 years before comparing with them.

  Some young officers may have forgotten, but he is too aware of the history of blood and tears of the Willant people.

  The guys from the War Construction Committee "created" them to deal with slime mold. The reason why their nose bridges changed from shackles to medals today is that they punched them bit by bit with their fists!

  As for the "ally" sitting next to him, that empire, Benoit didn't even bother to look at him.

   There is no mutant slime mold in Borneo Province. Those guys have been fighting against their own people all their lives. They made labels and pasted them before fighting without labels. It has only been these years that they have stopped. However, according to the governor sent there by Triumph City, it seems that fighting is about to start again recently.

   Benoit couldn't help but yawned, and his eyes drifted boredly to the company that was also sitting in the front row.

  He doesn't even need to guess, that guy has probably reached some private agreement with the alliance before the meeting, and he will definitely vote for it in a while.

   While he was yawning, the guy sitting next to him whom he looked down the most reacted completely differently to the voice on the podium.

Staring intently at the figure standing in front of the podium, Niyang, who attended the meeting instead of Duke Galava, couldn't help holding his breath. His small eyes were filled with enthusiasm and longing, as if he was hiding at the stove. It was like a mouse "hahahahaha" facing the oil lamp under the shadow.

  It would be great if he could follow that lord, he is willing to be a Ratman for ten more lives...

  The ups and downs of his voice were like a war drum beating. Just listening to his words, Ni Yang felt his heart beating violently, as if it was going to fly out of his throat.

  Compared to that lord whose whole body is shining with warm light, his "noble" lord duke is nothing but scum!

No-

  How dare that sick man compare himself to this grown-up?

  Don't say that that guy can't be compared with that adult, even the big nose sitting next to him is just a mouse in the gutter in front of that adult.

  In terms of blood, who can be purer than the blood sheltered by the shelter?

  In terms of ability, they stood up from the ruins in just a few years!

  Not to mention knowledge and experience, the smartest guys on the wasteland all sharpened their heads and ran to them. Even the meanest, most contemptuous fellows in the north are reluctant to admit that they do have some knowledge that they don't, and are willing to offer them real goodies in exchange.

   When it comes to understanding the alliance, Ni Yang, who never misses any newspaper, can even confidently say that he knows this place better than the people living here, and even knows the lord better than them!

   There is no doubt that he is a real fan of that grown-up!

  Although he is very clear about his identity, he is just a humble Ratman...

   As for the dirty robber sitting next to him, Ni Yang didn't even bother to look at him.

  Duke Galava couldn't see clearly, and neither could His Majesty, but he was very clear about which beast harmed his compatriots the most.

   Standing on the podium, Chu Guang suddenly felt an involuntary chill, as if he was being peeped by something.

  Facts have proved that too high a perception is not necessarily a good thing, and it is easy to become suspicious.

   Most of the people sitting here are staring at him, listening to every word, every sentence he says.

   No matter what, I don't need to secretly stare...

  Although I am puzzled, now is not the time to pay attention to such small things.

  Chu Guang, who made the speech to the end, clenched his right fist, and placed it on the podium without any seriousness.

   "...everyone, since entering the wasteland era, we are facing the most serious crisis in two hundred years!"

  "If we don't take advantage of its fledgling and completely kill it in its cradle, all our efforts to rebuild this world will be in vain!"

   "We will take the lead and launch an offensive against the sphere of influence of the Church of the Torch from the north! However, relying on our strength alone is not enough to solve all the problems. I need you to temporarily put aside unresolved conflicts and disputes, at least for now—"

   "Let us unite again for the same goal!"

   Staring at the entire venue with piercing eyes, Chu Guang put his hands on the speech table.

   As he expected, the applause started from the first row and spread to the audience in a short while.

  Whether it is their allies, former opponents, or empires that have just had conflicts...

  Everyone, without exception, voted for this just war.

  In fact, from the very beginning, Chu Guang had no doubt that the Church of the Torch had no chance of winning.

  The group of lunatics tried their best and worked hard to win over a few islands.

   On the other hand, on his own side, through the victory four months ago and the four months of lobbying and mobilization, he has gathered a force far stronger than the "heavenly kingdom" that the group of lunatics said.

  No matter what kind of struggle those lunatics plan to do.

  From the moment they tried to make enemies of all survivors in the entire wasteland, their fate was already doomed!

  (end of this chapter)

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