Beidao, Presidential Palace.
The sky outside the window was already a little dim.
Mongo, standing at the desk, did not look at the map on the wall, but stared at the declaration on the desk with only one finger.
Or more accurately, the Codex.
Four months ago, they were loyal to Shelter 70, and now they are loyal to the code that everyone has signed.
In fact, if there was no such damn war, it would not be a bad thing for the residents of Shelter 70.
Although they have lost the unlimited authority inherited from their fathers, they can also waive the unlimited responsibilities given to them by the ancient oath.
In the future, there will be no distinction between blue coats and ordinary survivors. Whether former members of Shelter 70 or residents on the island, they will bear common obligations and responsibilities as members of federal citizens.
In the future, no one will blame the blue jacket for shaping the road crooked because of falling on the way to work. The blue jacket no longer exists. Everyone has to be responsible for the road under their feet, and everyone has to make careful choices for their future.
In fact, they should have done this long ago, and they have received the same education for a century.
If the first generation of refuge residents and the wasteland tourists who have been in the wasteland for a century still have differences in knowledge and experience, they are already the fourth or even the fifth generation, which are the same type of people.
However
There is always a gap between ideals and reality.
He had thought that this road would be full of ups and downs, but he did not expect that just a blink of an eye would lead them into the abyss that would never be restored.
That was a blink of an eye.
A perfect war excuse can allow victims to be morally invincible, and skip the quarrel that may not necessarily result if it has been skipped for several years.
With this perfect opportunity, they can allow conservatives and radicals to immediately let go of their differences and reach an agreement, and let the federal, which was only the last shot, appear out of thin air with a bang.
And he had nothing to do, he just needed to neglect for two seconds when he should have doubted, so that the radicals who were clamoring for war would blow the already ignited flames even more vigorously.
Anyway, the current power station has been blown up, so why not use its remains to do something meaningful?
Let’s just regard it as the 70th shelter.
After all, if it was a stupid thing done by a passionate soldier or even an officer, the survivors' enthusiasm for establishing a new authority would undoubtedly be greatly reduced, and the efforts made by many people for this were tantamount to in vain.
After the war is over, it will not be too late if the residents of Shelter No. 70 are willing to open the door to cooperate with the investigation, and then reverse the case and liquidate the real murderer.
He admitted that he really thought so at the time.
And now...
He had only regret in his heart.
The sound of footsteps came from the corridor outside the office, and it seemed that they were not alone.
Mongo moved his gaze from the code with countless signatures and looked at the door of the office.
His chief of staff, Charas, was standing there, followed by two soldiers wearing silver-white exoskeletons.
Mr. President, I heard you are looking for me?There was no sign of confession on his face, and Charas walked into the office with a smile.
Mongom stared at him intently and spoke for a moment.
Do you have anything else to say?
I……
Looking at those straight eyes, Charas couldn't help but be speechless for a moment, but soon suddenly burst into laughter.
What do I have to say?I don't want to say anything... I should ask you this sentence, Mr. Menggo, do you have anything else to say?
Looking at Charas who was laughing loudly, Mongo said calmly.
You violated the declaration we signed together, and you not only betrayed me, but also betrayed everyone.From now on, I will remove you from the post of Chief of Staff of the Navy Command, and you will no longer be my chief of staff.
That's all you want to say?Charas shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, would it be too late?
Mongo looked into his eyes.
The fate of the survivors of the Southern Islands Federation should be determined by all survivors, neither shelter 70 nor you and me.
Looking at the president without dodging, Charas's mouth curled up with a sarcastic smile.
You are too naive.This war has been going on for four months, and if the citizens of the Federation knew that it was a scam from beginning to end, our Federation would collapse immediately!How they invited us here at that time would blow us out from here.
There was a hint of sadness in Mongo's eyes.
Do you think this is naive?
Charas's eyes gradually became cold.
Yes, I think so, and I think this innocence of yours will bring us into the abyss that will never be restored.We've been on the wasteland all the time, and some idiots think our wasteland is over, but the fact is that we've never left this damn wasteland for a second!Never before!
There are hyenas on the other side of the sea that eat people and don’t spit bones. If we all come into contact with them with the rules and regulations we set ourselves, we will be gnawed without even leaving any scum!Everyone will!
His voice became louder and louder, and his facial muscles were twisted, and there was a hint of hysterical madness in the roar.
However, soon, he suddenly calmed down again, took a deep breath, and said at a slow speed.
Survivors in the southern waters don’t need any president. Let’s talk about that kind of thing after the end of the Wasteland Era. At that time, they will only want ten I will give them.At least for now, they need a strong man with more vision, ability and responsibility to continue with them…I and those who support me think so.
When he said this, Charas suddenly felt a little disappointed in his eyes, and he looked at the old friend who once trusted him with disappointment.
...In fact, it’s not that you don’t have a chance. If you didn’t summon me a few hours ago, but sent someone to shoot me, things wouldn’t have gone so far.
That would only lead us to another kind of hell, useless... Mongo shook his head and stared at his friend standing in front of him, with a hint of pleading in his eyes. We have all made a mistake once, and there is no second chance... Stop, my friend.
The disappointment in his eyes gradually faded away, and for some reason Charas had no interest in disappointment, only feeling a little boredom.
He thought this guy would struggle for a while, but he didn't expect that after waiting for a long time, he just waited for a word of begging for mercy.
What a pity guy.
Perhaps Arzu was right.
There is no need to use tactful means with these sheep. As long as I am a little tougher than them, I can lead them by the nose.
Finally, Pity looked at the pity-stricken middle-aged man with sympathy. He reached out to take the pistol handed over by the soldiers on the side and loaded it cleanly.
It's too late, my supporters have entrusted all their lives to me.Praise their loyalty, I won this bet, and there is no suspense. I will take them on the road ahead until the end of the Wasteland Era.
As for you, just carry your declaration to hell and regret it.
Goodbye.
……
Bang!
A sudden gunfire broke the tranquility on the Glory destroyer, and the flashing gun flames trembled with humming cry on both sides of the corridor.
Twenty-seven sailors suddenly mutinized, captured seven logistics personnel on the ship, and under the leadership of Captain Surrey, they quickly occupied the cabin and gangway near the broadcast room, and exchanged fire with the sailors who rushed to hear the news.
Both sides occupied both ends of the corridor, using the cabins and doors on both sides of the corridor as bunkers to pour firepower on each other. The entire corridor was filled with sparks from bullets and the sound of gunfire.
stop!Are you... crazy??Ah
The adjutant, who was shot in the arm, fell to the ground in pain and was pulled back to the back of the bunker by the sailor leaning against the door of the corridor.
His wide eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at the whizzing bullets flying in the corridor and the flashing gun flames on the opposite side.
Mutiny!
He never thought that this kind of thing would happen on his boat!
It's you who's crazy!And the captain!Changing the magazine of the rifle, the man squatting across the corridor roared, why not listen to Mr. Charas’ orders!
Charas...
The adjutant closed his eyes in pain, as if regretting his former trust, and shouted at his former subordinate in despair.
What benefits did that guy promise you!
No hesitation at all.
The man roared back at him.
A greater federation!
The noisy gunfire overwhelmed his hoarse roar. As more and more sailors surrounded with weapons, the mutiny sailors gradually became weaker from the initial advantage to the later stage.
Although Captain Surrey had occupied the broadcast room early, the radio sounds that the sailors were looking forward to were not heard for a long time.
On the contrary, the sailors loyal to Captain Dongwen became more and more brave as they fought, and under the leadership of their adjutant, they recovered the controlled corridor one by one.
Obviously, the captain had expected it, and the power supply in the broadcast room was cut off as soon as the incident occurred to prevent Captain Surrey from inciting more sailors to join their crazy plans.
The battle soon came to an end.
With the surrender of two sailors taking hostages and seven captured logistics personnel were rescued, the rebel-controlled area had been compressed from the entire second half of the cabin to a narrow corridor and a broadcast room.
Including Captain Surrey, who led the mutiny, there were only three left in the rebels.
Seeing another rebel falling down, the adjutant pressed the wound on his arm and shouted loudly to the back of the bunker.
Surrender!You no longer have a chance!Accepting the trial of the law is your only way out... as long as you confess your mistakes!Maybe there is still hope of survival!
So where is the hope of the Federation?Depend on you weak guys?Sarri, who leaned against the iron gate, shouted loudly, pressed his left hand against the bloody thigh.
The adjutant stared at him with wide eyes.
What hope?What are you talking about!
What am I... talking about?Look at what you are doing!Surrey cursed angrily, taking the mutant's body to Beidao?Are you trying to tell the survivors there that it was actually a group of beasts holding spears that bombed our power station?
The adjutant roared.
I have not investigated it cannot be asserted!But there are indeed people inside us who have become blind when they shouldn't have blinked. This person is probably Charas and his accomplices... I also trusted that guy, but the fact is that he lied to all of us and planned to make up more lies for his own selfish desires!Wake up, when do you plan to hide it from those survivors who trust us?
Hidden it?Ha ha ha ha!What they lose is the truth, and you don’t see what they have gained!In a century, we have never been so united
Captain Surrey's words had not yet fallen.
A deafening roar suddenly came from everyone's feet, and people standing and sitting were overturned by the sudden movement.
Huh!
The creaking sound of steel breaking came along the wall, followed by the sound of water flowing through the cracks of the hull rushing in.
The adjutant, who barely got up from the ground, changed his face instantly. He felt the tremor coming along the wall, and his eyes were filled with horror.
The same was true for the sailors behind him, holding the shaking hull and retreating backwards, their eyes full of fear.
torpedo!
Someone took advantage of their chaos to fire the torpedo!
They were shot!
Retreat quickly!The adjutant roared, pushed the soldiers behind him, and urged them to run towards the gangway.
At this time, Sarri, who was forced into a desperate situation, let go of his left hand holding the wound, and stood up with a grin on the wall.
No one can judge me!
A hint of fanaticism was twisted on the face that had lost too much blood.
Facing the cowards who kept retreating, he limped out of the broadcast room and put his gun on his blood-stained chin.
Although it is a pity that he failed to seize control of the Glory, this result did not defile his mission.
The mission in his heart.
For the Federation!
The veins on his neck stormed, and he roared and pulled the trigger, and was swallowed by the surging sea water in a burst of fire and blood mist that soared into the sky...
On the bridge.
Looking at Dongwen, who was gradually overturning in the thick smoke, and slowly standing up on the console, a hint of surprise was written on his firm face.
He had imagined that there might be Charas's eyeliner on his ship, after all, even he himself was a supporter of that adult.
He even thought that the supporter of the madman would stop him from returning to North Island with evidence at all costs, and even betray his oath under the federal flag to launch a mutiny...
However, what he did not expect was that in order to win, the madman ordered the federation's fleet to kill each other...
There is no doubt that it was a torpedo launched by friendly forces.
The flames burned on the steel, and the surging waves were like boiled boiling water, dragging the majestic ship to the bottomless abyss.
When a systematic mistake occurs, it is often not because of one or two wrong decisions made by one or two people, but when most people make decisions from their own standpoint, they instinctively choose the worst decision accurately from the top, middle and lower options.
It is the same reason that when systematic errors have become facts, one or two errors will become insignificant just like those one or two errors themselves.
This is true for the current power station.
The same is true for the Golden Coast, which sank to the bottom of the sea.
Including other cargo ships that are infinitely close to the truth, the inspection ships, the crew members on the ship, and even himself.
...It seems that Mr. Charas has already made his mind clear.Taking off the hat that was worn overhead, Dongwen placed it on the console of the bridge.
This road may be even more tortuous than he imagined.
Just as he was planning to spend the last moment in his life, he suddenly received a sound signal in his communication sonar.
The source of the sound wave seemed to be very close to them.
After a moment of slight silence, Dongwen reached out and pressed the switch on the console, and picked up the headphones and put them on.
At the same time, noisy sound came from the headphones.
This is the Dolphin... Please answer if you receive it...
……
The sea area ten kilometers away.
A submarine slowly floated up, revealing the steep bridge.
Looking at the thick smoke floating in the distance and the steel hull slowly sinking into the sea, the captain standing in the bridge said calmly.
This is the Han Ye number, and the Glory number has sunk. Please ask for the next instructions.
A sound came from the communication channel.
The command center received it and returned to Beidao to standby after the mission was completed.
the captain asked.
Don’t you go to Anle Island Port to meet?
After a brief silence, an answer came from the communication channel.
The plan changed... There was a little accident there.
receive.
After the communication was over, the captain standing in front of the console looked at the heavy-hearted officers behind him and gave the order to return.
The bridge exposed to the sea slowly sank.
However, at this moment, the captain who glanced at the sonar screen from the corner of his eyes frowned slightly.
Is it an illusion?
In the sea where the Glory destroyer sank, the echo signal received by the active sonar seemed to flash.
The flashing was just a moment.
The captain with a frown stared at the screen for a while, and saw that there was no new abnormality, he took his gaze from the screen.
Maybe it's the clutter reflected on the wreckage...
……
"Wasteland OL" official website.
During the peak period of online and offline, the forum was as noisy as ever.
Especially the brothers of the Jungle Corps, they rushed to the forum as soon as they got off the line and started to make noise.
MMP!This NPC is such a fucking dog, and he still robs the head!
Just grab the head and forget it, but honk the horn and mock it when it’s over!
that is!That's so fucking!
Be content with you, at least you have seen the monster. We didn’t even see the shadow of a monster, so we walked around the port and went back.(Slant eyes)
At least you missed a face on the new map PV!We just missed a crab butt and could not see anything except the last explosion.
No, we didn't show our faces, wearing helmets and eyepieces.
Hahahaha grass!
It seems that the mosquito man pretended to be all the pussy.(funny)
By the way, I'm just curious, is that Laken delicious?(funny)
Uh... I was blown up by the NPC and I didn't pick up the body. Why don't I give you the coordinates, and you can go and have a look?
I'm OK in the past... I'm afraid I won't even have bones left when I go over.But then again, aren't you curious to take a bite?(funny)
How to taste Ah in that kind of ghost place!?
Today's big news is undoubtedly the southern waters that have taken the lead, and the Jungle Corps has made a friendly visit to the Circular Island on behalf of the Alliance and the French Fries Port.
In a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, the two sides jointly issued a joint friendly statement and promised to carry out closer cooperation in more areas.
Channing, the governor of the Circular Island, said that the Union's citizens were welcome to visit and invest on the island, rather than just staying in the port to do business.
A more understandable statement is
"Wasteland OL" has opened a new map!
Although the entire circular island has an area of only thirty square kilometers, equivalent to four Wake Islands, local survivors have developed and utilized the area of these thirty square kilometers to the extreme in the past two centuries, just like the residents of Shelter No. 100 who have lived in the well all their lives.
With the highly intensive industrial model and highly automated production methods of the circular island, even the most advanced factories in the Rock City have to be at a disadvantage.
Of course, if you compare productivity and production costs, it is another matter. At present, the extensive industry in Dawn is the fastest and cheapest, and at least two-fifths of the alliance's GDP are supported by factories there.
Both sides have many things worth learning from, whether in the field of engineering or sociology.
In particular, both sides are society jointly established by shelter and wasteland tourists. Although there are differences in routes, the development trajectory has many similarities.
During this process, a small episode happened, and a group of little fishmen swam near the undersea pipeline to prepare for damage.
Fortunately, as early as two months ago, the players in French Fries Port were already on guard against the threat from the Death Coast.
Fifty W-2/H water attack aircraft took away all the thousands of aquatic mutants who were driven to the sea in just one round of bombing.
After seeing the alliance's strong combat effectiveness and determination to maintain regional order, the Governor of the Ring Island immediately added a common defense agreement based on the friendly statement.
Backwards, the Ring Island not only lent the port to the Alliance military ships to dock, but also promised to build an airport next to the Ring Island to lend it to the Alliance Air Force for use.
And all these achievements are not only the contribution of the freshwater pipeline under the sea, but also part of them are the contribution of the Torch Church and the federal authorities.
After all, if it weren't for those guys who could do it, the residents of the Ring Island wouldn't have gone to trust a group of outsiders who had just been here for less than two months.
As for now, after using 08 silver coins per ton of fresh water, the residents of the circular island can only say that the agreement they signed was really good.
In a sense, like those Yue tribe who fled to French Fries Port, they unknowingly became the shape of an alliance...
Professor Yang, the King of Thunder and Lightning: Alas, it’s even more uncomfortable to see you make money than me.TT
Ye Ao Nai, I: It’s boring, it’s boring, it’s a trash game. I can’t make an appointment for two years. When I go in, I will blow you all up!(anger)
Quit smoking: Damn, it’s been two years, is Brother Ye Ao still receiving New Year’s money?(surprise)
Ye Shi: Brother Guang, just let him in. The Hongming system has been out for so long. Is it reasonable not to test it?(funny)
No family: Don't, I can at least get the closed test qualification and I can't get water on the forum. The account was BAN but I can't even go to the forum.(funny)
Bring an umbrella without a knife at midnight: Brother, why are you so skilled?
No family: Cough... I heard of it too.
The Mole in the Canyon: Strongly request Baiyue Company to go public!Damn, if you let these guys snowball down, you may be able to buy the entire league!
Fang Chang: What you said is too exaggerated. Many of our businesses are actually borrowed from alliance banks. Do you think you can borrow money from any business?But if we can go public, of course I support it with both hands. Although we make a lot of money, we spend a lot of money.If you can go public and raise funds, you don’t have to increase your debt ratio to expand your business.(Smile with your eyes)
Edge paddling: Damn, isn’t your business big enough?How to expand Ah.(Shocked)
Fang Chang: Where is this?Not to mention the project of Jinjialun Port, just the southern waters. The submarine freshwater transport network we plan to build has only one pipeline in operation so far, and the customer only has a circular island.It is far from enough to solve the water used for the daily production of millions of survivors by relying on this pipeline alone, and we still need to build more.
Fringe paddling: How much money can you make by selling water alone?
Fang Chang: Selling water alone will certainly not make much money, but the trust relationship we have established by ‘helping local people solve water problems’ can bring us more benefits.In particular, the locals are well-educated survivors, and many of them have experts whose knowledge and experience are no less than that of Camp No. 101, especially in the field of "marine plot transformation" that they are good at, and these talents are what we need and even need.
Edge paddling: 666!
Quanshui Commander: What a good guy, you can dig it out.(surprise)
Fang Chang: Tsk, how can you say you are poaching? Which wall in their house did I dig? They need fresh water, so I give them fresh water, and I give them electricity, so I give them electricity, and I even provide overseas employment opportunities for their idle social workers, and the price is just some locals who cannot use even extra things for the time being... I would rather call it, the reasonable allocation of resources.
Ye Shi: Mom... Survivor Daily should ask you to be an editor.
Edge paddling: 66666!
Debt Eyes: MMP, the commander of other people's corps can make money with his brothers, but our corps will only deduct 6.
Construction site boy and brick: That’s it!Our team leader is so timid!
Edge paddling: ???Damn, I invested money and I took a 6. What's wrong with me?
Debt Big Eye: ?When did you secretly vote?
Lao Bai: I took the marginal brother to vote, it happened two months ago.(Growned teeth)
Debt Big Eye: ???Damn it!
Kill the Chicken at Midnight: Speaking of which, the Governor of the Ring Island also promised to build an 800-meter airport runway next to the island, where can the Air Force brothers stop in the future, which is one of the benefits brought by that pipeline.(Growned teeth)
WC really has mosquitoes: After all, we will rely on us in the future, so it seems that it is not too much to park a plane by way of passage.(Smile with your eyes)
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: Will the 800 meters be too short?
WC really has mosquitoes: Not short, if W-2 is three or four hundred meters, it is enough.By the way, I heard that a new model is about to be released, so you can look forward to it.(funny)
Fang Chang: In short, since the infrastructure is effective, we will focus on infrastructure in the next stage.As long as we connect all or most of the thirteen federal islands to the freshwater and power supply network from the French Fries Port, we can gain control of the region through indirect economic means even if we do not garrison the local forces.
Lao Bai: Just like Silver Moon Bay?
Fang Chang: Almost the same.
Although the Xilan Empire frequently performed irrational behavior, the Camel Kingdom asked the Alliance to send troops to Silver Moon Bay and even proposed to bear the full expenses, there is no further information on this matter yet.
The alliance is recently restructuring the military system, abolishing the original combat organization of the 10,000 team, and restoring the sequence organization of the army, division, brigade, regiment, battalion, company, platoon, and squad in the era of the People's League.
Of course, this mainly involves the NPC Corps. Player Corps can still call their own corps leader the boss or boss according to their preferences.
In this way, Fang Chang was painting cakes with a group of forum friends, depicting a beautiful blueprint for the future of the southern waters, while encouraging them to rush to the tower and persuade Aguang to open the first casino in the River Valley Province, no, the stock exchange.
In fact, if you don’t consider the southern waters, it is right next to the Torch Church, it is indeed a place with unlimited investment potential, and Baiyue’s various businesses are definitely low-risk and high-return.
However, just when he was drawing cakes at the critical point, a shareholder of Baiyue Company suddenly jumped out.
Tail: Shocked!Big news!Σ(°Д°;)っ
Quit smoking: What's the situation?
Otsuba: ?
Tail: Neighbors of French Fries Harbor!Fighting started!(° °)
Lao Bai: ...?
Fang Chang: ???
Ye Shi: What a good guy, A Guang has turned over the table.(funny)
In less than a minute...
The whole forum was in an instant!
The sky outside the window was already a little dim.
Mongo, standing at the desk, did not look at the map on the wall, but stared at the declaration on the desk with only one finger.
Or more accurately, the Codex.
Four months ago, they were loyal to Shelter 70, and now they are loyal to the code that everyone has signed.
In fact, if there was no such damn war, it would not be a bad thing for the residents of Shelter 70.
Although they have lost the unlimited authority inherited from their fathers, they can also waive the unlimited responsibilities given to them by the ancient oath.
In the future, there will be no distinction between blue coats and ordinary survivors. Whether former members of Shelter 70 or residents on the island, they will bear common obligations and responsibilities as members of federal citizens.
In the future, no one will blame the blue jacket for shaping the road crooked because of falling on the way to work. The blue jacket no longer exists. Everyone has to be responsible for the road under their feet, and everyone has to make careful choices for their future.
In fact, they should have done this long ago, and they have received the same education for a century.
If the first generation of refuge residents and the wasteland tourists who have been in the wasteland for a century still have differences in knowledge and experience, they are already the fourth or even the fifth generation, which are the same type of people.
However
There is always a gap between ideals and reality.
He had thought that this road would be full of ups and downs, but he did not expect that just a blink of an eye would lead them into the abyss that would never be restored.
That was a blink of an eye.
A perfect war excuse can allow victims to be morally invincible, and skip the quarrel that may not necessarily result if it has been skipped for several years.
With this perfect opportunity, they can allow conservatives and radicals to immediately let go of their differences and reach an agreement, and let the federal, which was only the last shot, appear out of thin air with a bang.
And he had nothing to do, he just needed to neglect for two seconds when he should have doubted, so that the radicals who were clamoring for war would blow the already ignited flames even more vigorously.
Anyway, the current power station has been blown up, so why not use its remains to do something meaningful?
Let’s just regard it as the 70th shelter.
After all, if it was a stupid thing done by a passionate soldier or even an officer, the survivors' enthusiasm for establishing a new authority would undoubtedly be greatly reduced, and the efforts made by many people for this were tantamount to in vain.
After the war is over, it will not be too late if the residents of Shelter No. 70 are willing to open the door to cooperate with the investigation, and then reverse the case and liquidate the real murderer.
He admitted that he really thought so at the time.
And now...
He had only regret in his heart.
The sound of footsteps came from the corridor outside the office, and it seemed that they were not alone.
Mongo moved his gaze from the code with countless signatures and looked at the door of the office.
His chief of staff, Charas, was standing there, followed by two soldiers wearing silver-white exoskeletons.
Mr. President, I heard you are looking for me?There was no sign of confession on his face, and Charas walked into the office with a smile.
Mongom stared at him intently and spoke for a moment.
Do you have anything else to say?
I……
Looking at those straight eyes, Charas couldn't help but be speechless for a moment, but soon suddenly burst into laughter.
What do I have to say?I don't want to say anything... I should ask you this sentence, Mr. Menggo, do you have anything else to say?
Looking at Charas who was laughing loudly, Mongo said calmly.
You violated the declaration we signed together, and you not only betrayed me, but also betrayed everyone.From now on, I will remove you from the post of Chief of Staff of the Navy Command, and you will no longer be my chief of staff.
That's all you want to say?Charas shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, would it be too late?
Mongo looked into his eyes.
The fate of the survivors of the Southern Islands Federation should be determined by all survivors, neither shelter 70 nor you and me.
Looking at the president without dodging, Charas's mouth curled up with a sarcastic smile.
You are too naive.This war has been going on for four months, and if the citizens of the Federation knew that it was a scam from beginning to end, our Federation would collapse immediately!How they invited us here at that time would blow us out from here.
There was a hint of sadness in Mongo's eyes.
Do you think this is naive?
Charas's eyes gradually became cold.
Yes, I think so, and I think this innocence of yours will bring us into the abyss that will never be restored.We've been on the wasteland all the time, and some idiots think our wasteland is over, but the fact is that we've never left this damn wasteland for a second!Never before!
There are hyenas on the other side of the sea that eat people and don’t spit bones. If we all come into contact with them with the rules and regulations we set ourselves, we will be gnawed without even leaving any scum!Everyone will!
His voice became louder and louder, and his facial muscles were twisted, and there was a hint of hysterical madness in the roar.
However, soon, he suddenly calmed down again, took a deep breath, and said at a slow speed.
Survivors in the southern waters don’t need any president. Let’s talk about that kind of thing after the end of the Wasteland Era. At that time, they will only want ten I will give them.At least for now, they need a strong man with more vision, ability and responsibility to continue with them…I and those who support me think so.
When he said this, Charas suddenly felt a little disappointed in his eyes, and he looked at the old friend who once trusted him with disappointment.
...In fact, it’s not that you don’t have a chance. If you didn’t summon me a few hours ago, but sent someone to shoot me, things wouldn’t have gone so far.
That would only lead us to another kind of hell, useless... Mongo shook his head and stared at his friend standing in front of him, with a hint of pleading in his eyes. We have all made a mistake once, and there is no second chance... Stop, my friend.
The disappointment in his eyes gradually faded away, and for some reason Charas had no interest in disappointment, only feeling a little boredom.
He thought this guy would struggle for a while, but he didn't expect that after waiting for a long time, he just waited for a word of begging for mercy.
What a pity guy.
Perhaps Arzu was right.
There is no need to use tactful means with these sheep. As long as I am a little tougher than them, I can lead them by the nose.
Finally, Pity looked at the pity-stricken middle-aged man with sympathy. He reached out to take the pistol handed over by the soldiers on the side and loaded it cleanly.
It's too late, my supporters have entrusted all their lives to me.Praise their loyalty, I won this bet, and there is no suspense. I will take them on the road ahead until the end of the Wasteland Era.
As for you, just carry your declaration to hell and regret it.
Goodbye.
……
Bang!
A sudden gunfire broke the tranquility on the Glory destroyer, and the flashing gun flames trembled with humming cry on both sides of the corridor.
Twenty-seven sailors suddenly mutinized, captured seven logistics personnel on the ship, and under the leadership of Captain Surrey, they quickly occupied the cabin and gangway near the broadcast room, and exchanged fire with the sailors who rushed to hear the news.
Both sides occupied both ends of the corridor, using the cabins and doors on both sides of the corridor as bunkers to pour firepower on each other. The entire corridor was filled with sparks from bullets and the sound of gunfire.
stop!Are you... crazy??Ah
The adjutant, who was shot in the arm, fell to the ground in pain and was pulled back to the back of the bunker by the sailor leaning against the door of the corridor.
His wide eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at the whizzing bullets flying in the corridor and the flashing gun flames on the opposite side.
Mutiny!
He never thought that this kind of thing would happen on his boat!
It's you who's crazy!And the captain!Changing the magazine of the rifle, the man squatting across the corridor roared, why not listen to Mr. Charas’ orders!
Charas...
The adjutant closed his eyes in pain, as if regretting his former trust, and shouted at his former subordinate in despair.
What benefits did that guy promise you!
No hesitation at all.
The man roared back at him.
A greater federation!
The noisy gunfire overwhelmed his hoarse roar. As more and more sailors surrounded with weapons, the mutiny sailors gradually became weaker from the initial advantage to the later stage.
Although Captain Surrey had occupied the broadcast room early, the radio sounds that the sailors were looking forward to were not heard for a long time.
On the contrary, the sailors loyal to Captain Dongwen became more and more brave as they fought, and under the leadership of their adjutant, they recovered the controlled corridor one by one.
Obviously, the captain had expected it, and the power supply in the broadcast room was cut off as soon as the incident occurred to prevent Captain Surrey from inciting more sailors to join their crazy plans.
The battle soon came to an end.
With the surrender of two sailors taking hostages and seven captured logistics personnel were rescued, the rebel-controlled area had been compressed from the entire second half of the cabin to a narrow corridor and a broadcast room.
Including Captain Surrey, who led the mutiny, there were only three left in the rebels.
Seeing another rebel falling down, the adjutant pressed the wound on his arm and shouted loudly to the back of the bunker.
Surrender!You no longer have a chance!Accepting the trial of the law is your only way out... as long as you confess your mistakes!Maybe there is still hope of survival!
So where is the hope of the Federation?Depend on you weak guys?Sarri, who leaned against the iron gate, shouted loudly, pressed his left hand against the bloody thigh.
The adjutant stared at him with wide eyes.
What hope?What are you talking about!
What am I... talking about?Look at what you are doing!Surrey cursed angrily, taking the mutant's body to Beidao?Are you trying to tell the survivors there that it was actually a group of beasts holding spears that bombed our power station?
The adjutant roared.
I have not investigated it cannot be asserted!But there are indeed people inside us who have become blind when they shouldn't have blinked. This person is probably Charas and his accomplices... I also trusted that guy, but the fact is that he lied to all of us and planned to make up more lies for his own selfish desires!Wake up, when do you plan to hide it from those survivors who trust us?
Hidden it?Ha ha ha ha!What they lose is the truth, and you don’t see what they have gained!In a century, we have never been so united
Captain Surrey's words had not yet fallen.
A deafening roar suddenly came from everyone's feet, and people standing and sitting were overturned by the sudden movement.
Huh!
The creaking sound of steel breaking came along the wall, followed by the sound of water flowing through the cracks of the hull rushing in.
The adjutant, who barely got up from the ground, changed his face instantly. He felt the tremor coming along the wall, and his eyes were filled with horror.
The same was true for the sailors behind him, holding the shaking hull and retreating backwards, their eyes full of fear.
torpedo!
Someone took advantage of their chaos to fire the torpedo!
They were shot!
Retreat quickly!The adjutant roared, pushed the soldiers behind him, and urged them to run towards the gangway.
At this time, Sarri, who was forced into a desperate situation, let go of his left hand holding the wound, and stood up with a grin on the wall.
No one can judge me!
A hint of fanaticism was twisted on the face that had lost too much blood.
Facing the cowards who kept retreating, he limped out of the broadcast room and put his gun on his blood-stained chin.
Although it is a pity that he failed to seize control of the Glory, this result did not defile his mission.
The mission in his heart.
For the Federation!
The veins on his neck stormed, and he roared and pulled the trigger, and was swallowed by the surging sea water in a burst of fire and blood mist that soared into the sky...
On the bridge.
Looking at Dongwen, who was gradually overturning in the thick smoke, and slowly standing up on the console, a hint of surprise was written on his firm face.
He had imagined that there might be Charas's eyeliner on his ship, after all, even he himself was a supporter of that adult.
He even thought that the supporter of the madman would stop him from returning to North Island with evidence at all costs, and even betray his oath under the federal flag to launch a mutiny...
However, what he did not expect was that in order to win, the madman ordered the federation's fleet to kill each other...
There is no doubt that it was a torpedo launched by friendly forces.
The flames burned on the steel, and the surging waves were like boiled boiling water, dragging the majestic ship to the bottomless abyss.
When a systematic mistake occurs, it is often not because of one or two wrong decisions made by one or two people, but when most people make decisions from their own standpoint, they instinctively choose the worst decision accurately from the top, middle and lower options.
It is the same reason that when systematic errors have become facts, one or two errors will become insignificant just like those one or two errors themselves.
This is true for the current power station.
The same is true for the Golden Coast, which sank to the bottom of the sea.
Including other cargo ships that are infinitely close to the truth, the inspection ships, the crew members on the ship, and even himself.
...It seems that Mr. Charas has already made his mind clear.Taking off the hat that was worn overhead, Dongwen placed it on the console of the bridge.
This road may be even more tortuous than he imagined.
Just as he was planning to spend the last moment in his life, he suddenly received a sound signal in his communication sonar.
The source of the sound wave seemed to be very close to them.
After a moment of slight silence, Dongwen reached out and pressed the switch on the console, and picked up the headphones and put them on.
At the same time, noisy sound came from the headphones.
This is the Dolphin... Please answer if you receive it...
……
The sea area ten kilometers away.
A submarine slowly floated up, revealing the steep bridge.
Looking at the thick smoke floating in the distance and the steel hull slowly sinking into the sea, the captain standing in the bridge said calmly.
This is the Han Ye number, and the Glory number has sunk. Please ask for the next instructions.
A sound came from the communication channel.
The command center received it and returned to Beidao to standby after the mission was completed.
the captain asked.
Don’t you go to Anle Island Port to meet?
After a brief silence, an answer came from the communication channel.
The plan changed... There was a little accident there.
receive.
After the communication was over, the captain standing in front of the console looked at the heavy-hearted officers behind him and gave the order to return.
The bridge exposed to the sea slowly sank.
However, at this moment, the captain who glanced at the sonar screen from the corner of his eyes frowned slightly.
Is it an illusion?
In the sea where the Glory destroyer sank, the echo signal received by the active sonar seemed to flash.
The flashing was just a moment.
The captain with a frown stared at the screen for a while, and saw that there was no new abnormality, he took his gaze from the screen.
Maybe it's the clutter reflected on the wreckage...
……
"Wasteland OL" official website.
During the peak period of online and offline, the forum was as noisy as ever.
Especially the brothers of the Jungle Corps, they rushed to the forum as soon as they got off the line and started to make noise.
MMP!This NPC is such a fucking dog, and he still robs the head!
Just grab the head and forget it, but honk the horn and mock it when it’s over!
that is!That's so fucking!
Be content with you, at least you have seen the monster. We didn’t even see the shadow of a monster, so we walked around the port and went back.(Slant eyes)
At least you missed a face on the new map PV!We just missed a crab butt and could not see anything except the last explosion.
No, we didn't show our faces, wearing helmets and eyepieces.
Hahahaha grass!
It seems that the mosquito man pretended to be all the pussy.(funny)
By the way, I'm just curious, is that Laken delicious?(funny)
Uh... I was blown up by the NPC and I didn't pick up the body. Why don't I give you the coordinates, and you can go and have a look?
I'm OK in the past... I'm afraid I won't even have bones left when I go over.But then again, aren't you curious to take a bite?(funny)
How to taste Ah in that kind of ghost place!?
Today's big news is undoubtedly the southern waters that have taken the lead, and the Jungle Corps has made a friendly visit to the Circular Island on behalf of the Alliance and the French Fries Port.
In a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, the two sides jointly issued a joint friendly statement and promised to carry out closer cooperation in more areas.
Channing, the governor of the Circular Island, said that the Union's citizens were welcome to visit and invest on the island, rather than just staying in the port to do business.
A more understandable statement is
"Wasteland OL" has opened a new map!
Although the entire circular island has an area of only thirty square kilometers, equivalent to four Wake Islands, local survivors have developed and utilized the area of these thirty square kilometers to the extreme in the past two centuries, just like the residents of Shelter No. 100 who have lived in the well all their lives.
With the highly intensive industrial model and highly automated production methods of the circular island, even the most advanced factories in the Rock City have to be at a disadvantage.
Of course, if you compare productivity and production costs, it is another matter. At present, the extensive industry in Dawn is the fastest and cheapest, and at least two-fifths of the alliance's GDP are supported by factories there.
Both sides have many things worth learning from, whether in the field of engineering or sociology.
In particular, both sides are society jointly established by shelter and wasteland tourists. Although there are differences in routes, the development trajectory has many similarities.
During this process, a small episode happened, and a group of little fishmen swam near the undersea pipeline to prepare for damage.
Fortunately, as early as two months ago, the players in French Fries Port were already on guard against the threat from the Death Coast.
Fifty W-2/H water attack aircraft took away all the thousands of aquatic mutants who were driven to the sea in just one round of bombing.
After seeing the alliance's strong combat effectiveness and determination to maintain regional order, the Governor of the Ring Island immediately added a common defense agreement based on the friendly statement.
Backwards, the Ring Island not only lent the port to the Alliance military ships to dock, but also promised to build an airport next to the Ring Island to lend it to the Alliance Air Force for use.
And all these achievements are not only the contribution of the freshwater pipeline under the sea, but also part of them are the contribution of the Torch Church and the federal authorities.
After all, if it weren't for those guys who could do it, the residents of the Ring Island wouldn't have gone to trust a group of outsiders who had just been here for less than two months.
As for now, after using 08 silver coins per ton of fresh water, the residents of the circular island can only say that the agreement they signed was really good.
In a sense, like those Yue tribe who fled to French Fries Port, they unknowingly became the shape of an alliance...
Professor Yang, the King of Thunder and Lightning: Alas, it’s even more uncomfortable to see you make money than me.TT
Ye Ao Nai, I: It’s boring, it’s boring, it’s a trash game. I can’t make an appointment for two years. When I go in, I will blow you all up!(anger)
Quit smoking: Damn, it’s been two years, is Brother Ye Ao still receiving New Year’s money?(surprise)
Ye Shi: Brother Guang, just let him in. The Hongming system has been out for so long. Is it reasonable not to test it?(funny)
No family: Don't, I can at least get the closed test qualification and I can't get water on the forum. The account was BAN but I can't even go to the forum.(funny)
Bring an umbrella without a knife at midnight: Brother, why are you so skilled?
No family: Cough... I heard of it too.
The Mole in the Canyon: Strongly request Baiyue Company to go public!Damn, if you let these guys snowball down, you may be able to buy the entire league!
Fang Chang: What you said is too exaggerated. Many of our businesses are actually borrowed from alliance banks. Do you think you can borrow money from any business?But if we can go public, of course I support it with both hands. Although we make a lot of money, we spend a lot of money.If you can go public and raise funds, you don’t have to increase your debt ratio to expand your business.(Smile with your eyes)
Edge paddling: Damn, isn’t your business big enough?How to expand Ah.(Shocked)
Fang Chang: Where is this?Not to mention the project of Jinjialun Port, just the southern waters. The submarine freshwater transport network we plan to build has only one pipeline in operation so far, and the customer only has a circular island.It is far from enough to solve the water used for the daily production of millions of survivors by relying on this pipeline alone, and we still need to build more.
Fringe paddling: How much money can you make by selling water alone?
Fang Chang: Selling water alone will certainly not make much money, but the trust relationship we have established by ‘helping local people solve water problems’ can bring us more benefits.In particular, the locals are well-educated survivors, and many of them have experts whose knowledge and experience are no less than that of Camp No. 101, especially in the field of "marine plot transformation" that they are good at, and these talents are what we need and even need.
Edge paddling: 666!
Quanshui Commander: What a good guy, you can dig it out.(surprise)
Fang Chang: Tsk, how can you say you are poaching? Which wall in their house did I dig? They need fresh water, so I give them fresh water, and I give them electricity, so I give them electricity, and I even provide overseas employment opportunities for their idle social workers, and the price is just some locals who cannot use even extra things for the time being... I would rather call it, the reasonable allocation of resources.
Ye Shi: Mom... Survivor Daily should ask you to be an editor.
Edge paddling: 66666!
Debt Eyes: MMP, the commander of other people's corps can make money with his brothers, but our corps will only deduct 6.
Construction site boy and brick: That’s it!Our team leader is so timid!
Edge paddling: ???Damn, I invested money and I took a 6. What's wrong with me?
Debt Big Eye: ?When did you secretly vote?
Lao Bai: I took the marginal brother to vote, it happened two months ago.(Growned teeth)
Debt Big Eye: ???Damn it!
Kill the Chicken at Midnight: Speaking of which, the Governor of the Ring Island also promised to build an 800-meter airport runway next to the island, where can the Air Force brothers stop in the future, which is one of the benefits brought by that pipeline.(Growned teeth)
WC really has mosquitoes: After all, we will rely on us in the future, so it seems that it is not too much to park a plane by way of passage.(Smile with your eyes)
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: Will the 800 meters be too short?
WC really has mosquitoes: Not short, if W-2 is three or four hundred meters, it is enough.By the way, I heard that a new model is about to be released, so you can look forward to it.(funny)
Fang Chang: In short, since the infrastructure is effective, we will focus on infrastructure in the next stage.As long as we connect all or most of the thirteen federal islands to the freshwater and power supply network from the French Fries Port, we can gain control of the region through indirect economic means even if we do not garrison the local forces.
Lao Bai: Just like Silver Moon Bay?
Fang Chang: Almost the same.
Although the Xilan Empire frequently performed irrational behavior, the Camel Kingdom asked the Alliance to send troops to Silver Moon Bay and even proposed to bear the full expenses, there is no further information on this matter yet.
The alliance is recently restructuring the military system, abolishing the original combat organization of the 10,000 team, and restoring the sequence organization of the army, division, brigade, regiment, battalion, company, platoon, and squad in the era of the People's League.
Of course, this mainly involves the NPC Corps. Player Corps can still call their own corps leader the boss or boss according to their preferences.
In this way, Fang Chang was painting cakes with a group of forum friends, depicting a beautiful blueprint for the future of the southern waters, while encouraging them to rush to the tower and persuade Aguang to open the first casino in the River Valley Province, no, the stock exchange.
In fact, if you don’t consider the southern waters, it is right next to the Torch Church, it is indeed a place with unlimited investment potential, and Baiyue’s various businesses are definitely low-risk and high-return.
However, just when he was drawing cakes at the critical point, a shareholder of Baiyue Company suddenly jumped out.
Tail: Shocked!Big news!Σ(°Д°;)っ
Quit smoking: What's the situation?
Otsuba: ?
Tail: Neighbors of French Fries Harbor!Fighting started!(° °)
Lao Bai: ...?
Fang Chang: ???
Ye Shi: What a good guy, A Guang has turned over the table.(funny)
In less than a minute...
The whole forum was in an instant!
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