It seems that a lot of things have happened in the wasteland recently... in places we don’t know.
Heart of Steel, Captain's room.
After listening to the recording sent by Fang Chang, an old father-like smile appeared on Chu Guang's face, although the handsome and handsome face did not look old at all.
Yes...
Sitting on Chu Guang's right shoulder, Xiaoqi gently swayed her calves, held her cheeks with both hands, and continued with a leisurely look on her face.
...It feels like it won't take long for the master to retire and concentrate on accompanying Xiaoqi.
Hahaha.
Chu Guang smiled happily, turned off the holographic interface in front of him, and joked at the little guy sitting on his shoulder.
When I retire, it may be too early... But it may not take long to live a retirement life early.
To be honest, when he first recruited those guys, he never thought that they were so capable, and sometimes he could even predict his predictions.
Although there are always some tricky monsters on the forums that are there to guess what? Only the dragon and phoenix, the reincarnation of the soldier king, and the son-in-law of the dragon god can get the helmet, but in fact, as long as you don’t be too crazy, you will have the chance to draw it.
Compared to the big guys who have achieved success in reality, he is more inclined to give ordinary people a chance to start their second life.
After all, what kind of kindness can be compared to the grace of recreation?
Even from the perspective of brand loyalty, players selected by this selection mechanism are more inclined to become the maintainers of the order of the "Wasteland OL" virtual community rather than impacting the existing order.
This is actually enough.
There is no shortage of geniuses in the wasteland, but there is only a shortage of normal people.
He never expected to use a group of geniuses to create a perfect ideal country out of thin air, as long as his small players can do what they can.
However, although he does not have high requirements for players, these players can always exceed his expectations again and again.
Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Maybe it won't take long to save his boss in his camp.
Smart little players not only learn to update the game content themselves, but have even begun to design game rules for NPCs.
At this moment, a line of communication requests from the Alliance General Staff popped up in the upper right corner of the holographic screen.
Seeing that the phone number was coming, Xiao Qi said, jumped off Chu Guang's shoulder consciously, and sat back on the pen holder at the base of the table.
Without pause, Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and selected the button to connect to the communication. The light blue holographic beam quickly intertwined in the air to draw a bust of Lao Bai.
I saw that he was still wearing the Dragoon power armor, the XB-1 Growler bomb gun was carrying on his shoulders, and behind him was the cabin of the landing ship.
He stared at Chu Guang with a solemn expression. Old Bai, in military uniform, stood a bomb gun beside him and hit his right fist on his chest and saluted him.
...Dear Mr. Manager, the troops on the southern line have been assembled!Just by your order, we can take over the coastline of Haiya Province for you at any time!
The plan and operation code for login operations were decided a long time ago. Chu Guang read it a month ago and signed his name on it.
Before today, the players stationed on the North Island practiced countless times for this upcoming battle.
I guess I thought of the possible promotional PV of the game. This guy, Lao Bai, was so weird that he made a big deal. Before he started, he made a special call.
Without perfunctory to his seriousness, Chu Guang corrected the expression on his face and responded seriously to the expectation in his eyes.
very good!I have seen victory in your eyes.The people of the alliance are waiting for your triumph, and be sure not to let their expectations down!
action!
With a bright look at the majestic eyes, Lao Bai stood attentively and closed the mask and eyepieces of his helmet cleanly.
That is the sign that the power armor enters combat state
yes!
……
On the other side, the hall shining with holy light, and the circular conference room was filled with thirteen extraordinary chairs.
However, there were only ten people sitting at the conference table.
The three absent were Luo Gan, the Beast King, and the Human Emperor who was commanding the battle on the northern front of Haiya Province.
And in the center of the conference table, there was a phantom standing at this moment, and the dark gray robe looked out of place with the white robes around.
Facing those scrutinized gazes, Arzu felt his scalp tingling slightly.
The situation is completely different from when he stood here a year ago.
At that time, Luo Ganxin was defeated and the Jinhe City Diocese fell. The pioneers themselves were also wondering whether they had taken the wrong path, so he stood here with confidence and proposed the idea of the Second Holy Church.
Not only did the pioneers sitting here not have the confidence to refute him, but the Son also gave him enough trust and support to completely hand over the parish in the southern waters to him for management.
During this period, he and Charas cooperated with each other and made a lot of good things, such as using the technology armed mutants held by survivors in the southern waters, etc.
These are all his credits, and even if the diocese in the southern waters were later in a mess, no one could deny his contribution to the Torch Church.
However, this is the problem.
The Southern Sea parish performed so badly that it covered all his credit.
With the defeat of Charas and the occupation of the North Island by the Alliance, the Torch Church completely lost the opportunity to open up strategic space to the south.
Now they are like crickets locked in cages, people from all directions who want to send them to gallows...
Facing those doubtful gazes, Arzu swallowed and said with a hard forehead.
The southern waters are no longer counting on... Our brainwashing is useless to the locals.
Trying to justify his failure, he continued quickly.
They are completely different from the survivors of Haiya and even Jinchuan provinces, where the wasteland has been over for too long.The locals are no longer wastelanders in the classic sense, they are all residents of Shelter No. 70... This is different from our initial judgment.
More than just not working.
He was even used by a certain destroyer's captain and made a move to convey the wrong information to Charas.
The fishermen were even more cunning than he thought, and treated him as Raken in the sea.
...However, we have not lost yet, but the plan to study the expansion of Nago hyphae into the ocean must be put on hold.
Taking a deep breath, Arzu looked at the pioneers around him and continued with a serious expression.
How about going west?Since it is no longer realistic to win Coral City in the short term... I suggest that we might as well move to the west strategically.
As he said that, he gently waved his index finger and spread a map in front of him, pointing to the location of the Bharat Province.
This land is close to Silver Moon Bay. Crossing a sea is the east of the Great Desert. Following the equatorial line straight through the center of the old world, the remains of the space elevator... It is said that a group of people who claim to be enlightenment are active locally. They have explored clues about the torch plan, and they should be able to understand our situation.
Although we have differences on fundamental issues, if we can get in touch with them, at least we don’t have to face the pressure of the sticky community alone.
In addition, the Bharat Province has a huge number of survivors. Although those people are a little stupid and cannot help our research on the technical level, there is still no problem as a breeding ground for mutants.so……
Arzu took a deep breath and looked around at the pioneers sitting at the table.
I think it would be a good place to go…
The conference room was quiet for a while, without a single sound.
If he didn't know very well that these pioneers didn't need to sleep, he almost thought that these old guys were asleep.
The first to break the silence was the Holy Son who sat at the top of the conference table.
The man sighed and shook his head gently.
……it's useless.
Arzu was stunned.
His Adam's apple moved and said anxiously.
How come it is useless
Because we discussed the plan you mentioned a long time ago.
He interrupted his words in an unquestionable tone. The Holy Son stretched out his index finger and tapped it in the air. Light blue beams stretched forward, and in a few breaths, he outlined the topography of the Bharat Province, and it was also the topography of the Wasteland Era period.
This picture is much more detailed than the thumbnail floating in front of Arzu, and you can even see the mountains, rivers and rivers on the earth.
Apparently, the apostle of the Torch had been there and after a careful investigation, it was concluded.
Looking at the apostle who was stunned, the Son continued in a calm tone.
About a dozen years ago, we considered choosing the Bharat Province, which the Post-War Reconstruction Committee did not interfere as the starting point.
There is a wider area than Haiya Province, and more wastelanders living in chaos... and most importantly, it is far from the perspective of enterprises, colleges and the Great Rift Valley.Although there is a risk of being targeted by the Legion, it is unlikely that the Legion will take action against us.And even if they want to do it, they are separated by the great desert. If they really encounter it, they may not be our opponent.
Then why?Arzu looked at the Holy Son and asked anxiously, Why don’t we go there?
If it were there, the college wouldn't have been eyeing them so quickly!Maybe they will be discovered until they expand to Luoxia Province!
Of course, this may create other variables, but it is not worth mentioning compared to the current situation.
Faced with Arzu's confusion, the Holy Son's voice brought a rare helplessness.
Because... red clay.
Red clay?
Arzu was stunned.
What does this have to do with red clay?!
But as soon as he thought about this, he suddenly came to his senses.
Could it be
As if confirming his guess, the Holy Son gently clenched his right hand into a fist.
The map of the Bharat Province floating in front of him turned into a red lump of soil like crushed paper.
The Bharat Province has a special soil, or fungi that is attached to the soil. It has little effect on ordinary organisms, but it will drain the nutrients of the soil and hinder the growth of all other microorganisms in the soil...such as tetanus, botulinum toxin, etc.Like the remains of animals buried in red clay, they will be digested by red clay.
There are no other mixed harmful bacteria or viruses, which is actually one of the reasons why red clay can be eaten directly.
After all, normally, people cannot eat soil not just because they cannot digest it, but to a large extent because the harmful substances contained in the soil may lead to poisoning or even death.
The magic of red clay is that while accumulating a small amount of nutrients, it kills most of the harmful substances.
In other words, if Nago matches this thing, it is likely to be swallowed up by red soil and become new red soil.
Arzu looked at the Holy Son in surprise, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he squeezed out a sentence from his mouth with difficulty.
How is this... possible? Just a garbage-like thing can actually control the results we have spent more than ten years to study.
However, this is the truth.
Looking at the shocked pupils, the Holy Son sighed.
And, don't underestimate that thing, it is the result of scholars from the Prosperous Age in the early stages of the Wasteland Age.You know how strong those scholars are. Singularity technology is actually something they almost touched but ultimately failed to reach.
The apostle named Yuer, who was captured by the Union and imprisoned in a certain place in the Valley Province, was a scholar from the Prosperity Age.
The radiation anti-radiant and radiation anti-radiant that guy completed in the early stage of the Wasteland Era is still the economical optimal solution to remove radioactive damage from the wasteland until two hundred years later.
...According to the results obtained by our experiments, the nago mycelium will be swallowed by red clay like those corpses and feces buried in red clay.If we cannot find a way to let the nago hyphae swallow red clay from a technical level, the ultimate rapid expansion of nago hyphae will only in turn become a breeding ground for accelerating red clay propagation, allowing the latter to expand rapidly on the prairie of the Bharat Province like weeds.
After a pause, the Holy Son continued.
This is contrary to our philosophy and is also meaningless.
The Torch Church's philosophy is to allow humanity to ascend to a higher existence, not to become a edible defense.
Therefore, they eventually abandoned their plan to enter the Bharat Province and chose the relatively compromised Haiya Province as the first stop for the arrival of heaven.
Although it is obvious that General Rowell could not know what would happen in two hundred years, he did accidentally save the survivors of the Bharat Province again.
Arzu swallowed and said in a difficult tone.
...What if we use manual methods to remove red clay first?
Just remove the red soil and then plant the fruit
That would be the stupidest act of the century.
The Son interrupted him without hesitation and continued.
That kind of thing can only wait for it to disappear naturally slowly, and we have tried for many years but have not found a biological solution.
In fact, it doesn't make any sense even if you find it now.
It is not necessarily less difficult to start a new business under the eyes of various forces than to hold on to the siege of the Muscle Community.
This is not just his opinion, but the remaining nine pioneers here also have the same idea.
However, after hearing his reply, despair rose on Arzu's face.
Noting his expression, the Holy Son frowned slightly.
What happened?
Arzu was silent for a long time, and a bitter expression appeared on his face.
Alliance troops are gathering in the northern island in the southern waters, I am worried
Before he could finish his words, the words he said suddenly stopped. He felt as if he had been disconnected from the meeting, and the figure of nothingness also shook in a daze.
Seeing the sudden change on his body, a surprised expression appeared on his faces surrounding the conference table, not knowing what was going on.
Is it a chip failure?
What the hell is Alzu doing!
Can't he find a better signal for such an important meeting?
That's why I said that it's really troublesome to keep the body in the mortal world...
The voice of discussion spread across the conference table.
Looking at Arzu who had not returned for a long time, the predecessors showed unhappy expressions on their faces.
This guy has been delaying too long!
The Holy Son, who was sitting at the top of the conference table, frowned slightly, and a trace of bad spirit appeared in his empty eyes.
Logically speaking, he can sense the existence of every chip.
However, just now, he suddenly couldn't feel the existence of Arzu...
……
Above the Haiya Province, an orange-red light pierced the sky like a sharp sword.
With a sudden explosion, dazzling white light flashed, and the wide-area electromagnetic pulse instantly enveloped the area below tens of thousands of square kilometers.
Fighting...?
The blue-skinned mutants who were wandering on the coastline stopped what they were doing and raised their ugly heads.
It seemed that something exploded above their heads, but it had no effect on them at all, so that all mutants showed a puzzled expression on their faces.
What exactly happened?
On the other side, Arzu, who was sitting in the underground facility not far from the coastline, suddenly opened his eyes, and a hint of shock and doubt floated in his turbid pupils.
EMP！
The information transmission and reception volume of bionic chips is limited, and coupled with the particularity of the material itself, it is almost impossible to bear any impact when facing wide-area electromagnetic pulses.
However, bionic chips are not everything in the Sanctuary. In addition to bionic chips, there are signal base stations.
Only when the distance is not far, can a distributed network be built in a point-to-point direct connection between chips, such as all chip implanters are in the same settlement.
However, once the physical distance is longer than ten kilometers, it is necessary to use the signal base station to realize domain-to-domain connection.
This is something that is decided on the physical level.
At the same time, communication components that frequently send and receive electromagnetic wave information are far more susceptible to electromagnetic pulses than information processing components.
Especially when the EMP strike occurred, Arzu happened to hold a meeting at the Temple Conference. In order to connect all chips together and maximize the reduction of information blind spots, almost all signal base stations are in the open state.
This EMP sent him to silence!
Especially since he is currently in an underground facility, he must rely on a signal repeater to connect to the outside world's chip group.
Even though the wired section is still intact, the wireless section is almost completely wiped out...
This is probably no longer a tactical-level weapon, but a strike from a strategic-level weapon.
Damn...it's just at this time!
Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Arzu's forehead was sweating coldly, and he suddenly stood up, walked through the narrow and dark corridor, and hurriedly snatched into a monitoring room.
The screen covering the entire wall was divided into hundreds of large and small squares, and almost 90% of the screens were snow-white.
The staff sitting next to the surveillance terminal looked at Arzu tremblingly.
...I didn't know what happened just now, but it suddenly became like this?
Arzu grabbed his collar and stared at his eyes.
What before this?Is there any picture in the surveillance monitor?
The guy who was grabbed by him was unable to say a word for a long time. Another staff member sitting not far away said nervously.
I seemed to see a white light... flying from the direction of Beidao.
Beidao!
Arzu's face changed wildly, and he quickly sneaked his consciousness into the chip in his mind, connecting all the brains he could connect to in this underground facility.
Transfer ground information to the ground!Sound the physical alarm!Let the beach head troops enter combat readiness!
Here comes!!!
The Alliance's people are here!!!
His shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and a hint of trembling floated in his muddy pupils.
But it's not entirely because of fear, but partly because of excitement.
When he was in Jinhe City before, he cleaned up the mess for Luo Gan and fought with the people in the alliance.
Unfortunately, when he took over the endgame, the failure was almost irreversible.
But this time, unlike in the past, he operated all the layout of Death Coast by himself.
The opportunity to avenge your previous shame is right in front of you!
He should be happy
No, what does it mean? He is just happy!
Haha…it’s finally here.With his right hand tightly holding the wrist of his left hand, Arzu's mouth showed crazy laughter.
Looking at the head shaking constantly, the staff sitting in the monitoring room couldn't help swallowing.
Although the alliance is indeed difficult to deal with, this guy doesn't have to be like this...
……
The reason why the Dragon missile that Beidao launched before carrying a strategic EMP warhead was able to enter the soul with one shot was not because of the players' luck.
The time and coordinates of the strike are carefully calculated to ensure maximum destruction of the communication systems of enemy forces on the Death Coast.
In fact, since the alliance's troops landed on Beidao, the communication base stations set up in Beidao have been monitoring the electromagnetic wave signals in Haiyaxing Province.
Although the encryption technology of the Torch Church is not weak, even the coalition forces of the Kindergarten, which brings together talents from all walks of life, were unable to crack its code, but for a deserted province, it was too easy to judge the time of the Torch Church's meeting.
It is enough to directly pinpoint the peak of the electromagnetic wave, wherever the signal is densely popped up.
As everyone guessed, this electromagnetic pulse directly stunned the mutants on the coastline. They stayed in place for a long time without moving.
Obviously, due to the destruction of the information node, the front-line troops could not receive any signals from the rear command.
Beidao Operations Command Center.
The staff sitting in front of the control terminal were communicating nervously and excitedly.
EMP successfully detonated!Confirm that the attack is effective!
Our air force arrived over the enemy!The enemy's communication facilities and active illumination radar have been successfully destroyed!
Beautiful job!
Pass the ground scan data to the front-line login troops!
Synchronizing!
At the same time, on a blue sea, eight landing ships were escorted by the South China Sea Alliance fleet, advancing towards the coast of death.
Thick and long gun barrels are like spears of lances, pointing straight to the direction of the coastline.
General Li Minghui, the wartime president of the South China Sea Alliance, stood on the bridge of the Harpoon cruiser.
Not just him.
His mysterious and wealthy old friend, Duke Nihak, also stood on the bridge.
Although Nihak took the initiative to apply to board the boat to watch the game, he couldn't help but feel weak, his face was completely gone without his usual ease and confidence, and his lips trembled from time to time.
This...is the fleet of the South China Sea Alliance?
He unconsciously glanced at Li Minghui who was standing beside him, but saw that the president who always looked polite and polite, seemed to have become a different person at this moment.
No
It should be said that this is what he is.
This guy was originally a general, but he sat in the position of president because he was in urgent need of power... He actually forgot such an important thing!
The two gazes under the sword eyebrows were like flashing thunder, staring at the front of the bridge meticulously.
Duke Nihak swallowed, trying to say something to hide his discomfort, but was suppressed by the momentum but could not speak a word.
The whole ship obeys the order!Naval gun preparation!
A sonorous and powerful voice suddenly sounded, which scared Nihak, who was distracted.
Holding the communicator in his right hand, his eyes staring straight at Li Minghui in front of him suddenly shouted.
Spread barrage and shoot for eight rounds!
fire!
Just as the words fell, a deafening explosion suddenly spread from both sides of the flagship.I saw thick and long flames spewing forward, and the rolling smoke split the waves!
boom!!!
The sound of breaking through the air crossed the battlefield, and a deadly fire burst into the beach of the Death Coast!
At the same time, eight landing ships opened the cabin doors directly in front of them, and alligator and amphibious armored vehicles rushed into the sea like dumplings, pushing away rows of waves and killing towards the smoke-filled coastline!
Also put down was a landing craft, and a foxtroopers sitting among the landing craft.
Iron, fire and sea are connected in one piece at this moment. The whizzing shells and rockets are like interlude organs, constantly passing over the players' heads, and a rain of death hits the coastline.
Blood seemed to be burning!
The players squatting in the landing craft held the rifles in their hands, and their eyes were filled with excitement and high fighting spirit!
It's time to end it all!
The chaos that corrodes the earth
A loud roar rang out in the communication channel, even overshadowing the squeals of mutants on the coastline.
For the Alliance!!!
charge!!!
Heart of Steel, Captain's room.
After listening to the recording sent by Fang Chang, an old father-like smile appeared on Chu Guang's face, although the handsome and handsome face did not look old at all.
Yes...
Sitting on Chu Guang's right shoulder, Xiaoqi gently swayed her calves, held her cheeks with both hands, and continued with a leisurely look on her face.
...It feels like it won't take long for the master to retire and concentrate on accompanying Xiaoqi.
Hahaha.
Chu Guang smiled happily, turned off the holographic interface in front of him, and joked at the little guy sitting on his shoulder.
When I retire, it may be too early... But it may not take long to live a retirement life early.
To be honest, when he first recruited those guys, he never thought that they were so capable, and sometimes he could even predict his predictions.
Although there are always some tricky monsters on the forums that are there to guess what? Only the dragon and phoenix, the reincarnation of the soldier king, and the son-in-law of the dragon god can get the helmet, but in fact, as long as you don’t be too crazy, you will have the chance to draw it.
Compared to the big guys who have achieved success in reality, he is more inclined to give ordinary people a chance to start their second life.
After all, what kind of kindness can be compared to the grace of recreation?
Even from the perspective of brand loyalty, players selected by this selection mechanism are more inclined to become the maintainers of the order of the "Wasteland OL" virtual community rather than impacting the existing order.
This is actually enough.
There is no shortage of geniuses in the wasteland, but there is only a shortage of normal people.
He never expected to use a group of geniuses to create a perfect ideal country out of thin air, as long as his small players can do what they can.
However, although he does not have high requirements for players, these players can always exceed his expectations again and again.
Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Maybe it won't take long to save his boss in his camp.
Smart little players not only learn to update the game content themselves, but have even begun to design game rules for NPCs.
At this moment, a line of communication requests from the Alliance General Staff popped up in the upper right corner of the holographic screen.
Seeing that the phone number was coming, Xiao Qi said, jumped off Chu Guang's shoulder consciously, and sat back on the pen holder at the base of the table.
Without pause, Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and selected the button to connect to the communication. The light blue holographic beam quickly intertwined in the air to draw a bust of Lao Bai.
I saw that he was still wearing the Dragoon power armor, the XB-1 Growler bomb gun was carrying on his shoulders, and behind him was the cabin of the landing ship.
He stared at Chu Guang with a solemn expression. Old Bai, in military uniform, stood a bomb gun beside him and hit his right fist on his chest and saluted him.
...Dear Mr. Manager, the troops on the southern line have been assembled!Just by your order, we can take over the coastline of Haiya Province for you at any time!
The plan and operation code for login operations were decided a long time ago. Chu Guang read it a month ago and signed his name on it.
Before today, the players stationed on the North Island practiced countless times for this upcoming battle.
I guess I thought of the possible promotional PV of the game. This guy, Lao Bai, was so weird that he made a big deal. Before he started, he made a special call.
Without perfunctory to his seriousness, Chu Guang corrected the expression on his face and responded seriously to the expectation in his eyes.
very good!I have seen victory in your eyes.The people of the alliance are waiting for your triumph, and be sure not to let their expectations down!
action!
With a bright look at the majestic eyes, Lao Bai stood attentively and closed the mask and eyepieces of his helmet cleanly.
That is the sign that the power armor enters combat state
yes!
……
On the other side, the hall shining with holy light, and the circular conference room was filled with thirteen extraordinary chairs.
However, there were only ten people sitting at the conference table.
The three absent were Luo Gan, the Beast King, and the Human Emperor who was commanding the battle on the northern front of Haiya Province.
And in the center of the conference table, there was a phantom standing at this moment, and the dark gray robe looked out of place with the white robes around.
Facing those scrutinized gazes, Arzu felt his scalp tingling slightly.
The situation is completely different from when he stood here a year ago.
At that time, Luo Ganxin was defeated and the Jinhe City Diocese fell. The pioneers themselves were also wondering whether they had taken the wrong path, so he stood here with confidence and proposed the idea of the Second Holy Church.
Not only did the pioneers sitting here not have the confidence to refute him, but the Son also gave him enough trust and support to completely hand over the parish in the southern waters to him for management.
During this period, he and Charas cooperated with each other and made a lot of good things, such as using the technology armed mutants held by survivors in the southern waters, etc.
These are all his credits, and even if the diocese in the southern waters were later in a mess, no one could deny his contribution to the Torch Church.
However, this is the problem.
The Southern Sea parish performed so badly that it covered all his credit.
With the defeat of Charas and the occupation of the North Island by the Alliance, the Torch Church completely lost the opportunity to open up strategic space to the south.
Now they are like crickets locked in cages, people from all directions who want to send them to gallows...
Facing those doubtful gazes, Arzu swallowed and said with a hard forehead.
The southern waters are no longer counting on... Our brainwashing is useless to the locals.
Trying to justify his failure, he continued quickly.
They are completely different from the survivors of Haiya and even Jinchuan provinces, where the wasteland has been over for too long.The locals are no longer wastelanders in the classic sense, they are all residents of Shelter No. 70... This is different from our initial judgment.
More than just not working.
He was even used by a certain destroyer's captain and made a move to convey the wrong information to Charas.
The fishermen were even more cunning than he thought, and treated him as Raken in the sea.
...However, we have not lost yet, but the plan to study the expansion of Nago hyphae into the ocean must be put on hold.
Taking a deep breath, Arzu looked at the pioneers around him and continued with a serious expression.
How about going west?Since it is no longer realistic to win Coral City in the short term... I suggest that we might as well move to the west strategically.
As he said that, he gently waved his index finger and spread a map in front of him, pointing to the location of the Bharat Province.
This land is close to Silver Moon Bay. Crossing a sea is the east of the Great Desert. Following the equatorial line straight through the center of the old world, the remains of the space elevator... It is said that a group of people who claim to be enlightenment are active locally. They have explored clues about the torch plan, and they should be able to understand our situation.
Although we have differences on fundamental issues, if we can get in touch with them, at least we don’t have to face the pressure of the sticky community alone.
In addition, the Bharat Province has a huge number of survivors. Although those people are a little stupid and cannot help our research on the technical level, there is still no problem as a breeding ground for mutants.so……
Arzu took a deep breath and looked around at the pioneers sitting at the table.
I think it would be a good place to go…
The conference room was quiet for a while, without a single sound.
If he didn't know very well that these pioneers didn't need to sleep, he almost thought that these old guys were asleep.
The first to break the silence was the Holy Son who sat at the top of the conference table.
The man sighed and shook his head gently.
……it's useless.
Arzu was stunned.
His Adam's apple moved and said anxiously.
How come it is useless
Because we discussed the plan you mentioned a long time ago.
He interrupted his words in an unquestionable tone. The Holy Son stretched out his index finger and tapped it in the air. Light blue beams stretched forward, and in a few breaths, he outlined the topography of the Bharat Province, and it was also the topography of the Wasteland Era period.
This picture is much more detailed than the thumbnail floating in front of Arzu, and you can even see the mountains, rivers and rivers on the earth.
Apparently, the apostle of the Torch had been there and after a careful investigation, it was concluded.
Looking at the apostle who was stunned, the Son continued in a calm tone.
About a dozen years ago, we considered choosing the Bharat Province, which the Post-War Reconstruction Committee did not interfere as the starting point.
There is a wider area than Haiya Province, and more wastelanders living in chaos... and most importantly, it is far from the perspective of enterprises, colleges and the Great Rift Valley.Although there is a risk of being targeted by the Legion, it is unlikely that the Legion will take action against us.And even if they want to do it, they are separated by the great desert. If they really encounter it, they may not be our opponent.
Then why?Arzu looked at the Holy Son and asked anxiously, Why don’t we go there?
If it were there, the college wouldn't have been eyeing them so quickly!Maybe they will be discovered until they expand to Luoxia Province!
Of course, this may create other variables, but it is not worth mentioning compared to the current situation.
Faced with Arzu's confusion, the Holy Son's voice brought a rare helplessness.
Because... red clay.
Red clay?
Arzu was stunned.
What does this have to do with red clay?!
But as soon as he thought about this, he suddenly came to his senses.
Could it be
As if confirming his guess, the Holy Son gently clenched his right hand into a fist.
The map of the Bharat Province floating in front of him turned into a red lump of soil like crushed paper.
The Bharat Province has a special soil, or fungi that is attached to the soil. It has little effect on ordinary organisms, but it will drain the nutrients of the soil and hinder the growth of all other microorganisms in the soil...such as tetanus, botulinum toxin, etc.Like the remains of animals buried in red clay, they will be digested by red clay.
There are no other mixed harmful bacteria or viruses, which is actually one of the reasons why red clay can be eaten directly.
After all, normally, people cannot eat soil not just because they cannot digest it, but to a large extent because the harmful substances contained in the soil may lead to poisoning or even death.
The magic of red clay is that while accumulating a small amount of nutrients, it kills most of the harmful substances.
In other words, if Nago matches this thing, it is likely to be swallowed up by red soil and become new red soil.
Arzu looked at the Holy Son in surprise, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he squeezed out a sentence from his mouth with difficulty.
How is this... possible? Just a garbage-like thing can actually control the results we have spent more than ten years to study.
However, this is the truth.
Looking at the shocked pupils, the Holy Son sighed.
And, don't underestimate that thing, it is the result of scholars from the Prosperous Age in the early stages of the Wasteland Age.You know how strong those scholars are. Singularity technology is actually something they almost touched but ultimately failed to reach.
The apostle named Yuer, who was captured by the Union and imprisoned in a certain place in the Valley Province, was a scholar from the Prosperity Age.
The radiation anti-radiant and radiation anti-radiant that guy completed in the early stage of the Wasteland Era is still the economical optimal solution to remove radioactive damage from the wasteland until two hundred years later.
...According to the results obtained by our experiments, the nago mycelium will be swallowed by red clay like those corpses and feces buried in red clay.If we cannot find a way to let the nago hyphae swallow red clay from a technical level, the ultimate rapid expansion of nago hyphae will only in turn become a breeding ground for accelerating red clay propagation, allowing the latter to expand rapidly on the prairie of the Bharat Province like weeds.
After a pause, the Holy Son continued.
This is contrary to our philosophy and is also meaningless.
The Torch Church's philosophy is to allow humanity to ascend to a higher existence, not to become a edible defense.
Therefore, they eventually abandoned their plan to enter the Bharat Province and chose the relatively compromised Haiya Province as the first stop for the arrival of heaven.
Although it is obvious that General Rowell could not know what would happen in two hundred years, he did accidentally save the survivors of the Bharat Province again.
Arzu swallowed and said in a difficult tone.
...What if we use manual methods to remove red clay first?
Just remove the red soil and then plant the fruit
That would be the stupidest act of the century.
The Son interrupted him without hesitation and continued.
That kind of thing can only wait for it to disappear naturally slowly, and we have tried for many years but have not found a biological solution.
In fact, it doesn't make any sense even if you find it now.
It is not necessarily less difficult to start a new business under the eyes of various forces than to hold on to the siege of the Muscle Community.
This is not just his opinion, but the remaining nine pioneers here also have the same idea.
However, after hearing his reply, despair rose on Arzu's face.
Noting his expression, the Holy Son frowned slightly.
What happened?
Arzu was silent for a long time, and a bitter expression appeared on his face.
Alliance troops are gathering in the northern island in the southern waters, I am worried
Before he could finish his words, the words he said suddenly stopped. He felt as if he had been disconnected from the meeting, and the figure of nothingness also shook in a daze.
Seeing the sudden change on his body, a surprised expression appeared on his faces surrounding the conference table, not knowing what was going on.
Is it a chip failure?
What the hell is Alzu doing!
Can't he find a better signal for such an important meeting?
That's why I said that it's really troublesome to keep the body in the mortal world...
The voice of discussion spread across the conference table.
Looking at Arzu who had not returned for a long time, the predecessors showed unhappy expressions on their faces.
This guy has been delaying too long!
The Holy Son, who was sitting at the top of the conference table, frowned slightly, and a trace of bad spirit appeared in his empty eyes.
Logically speaking, he can sense the existence of every chip.
However, just now, he suddenly couldn't feel the existence of Arzu...
……
Above the Haiya Province, an orange-red light pierced the sky like a sharp sword.
With a sudden explosion, dazzling white light flashed, and the wide-area electromagnetic pulse instantly enveloped the area below tens of thousands of square kilometers.
Fighting...?
The blue-skinned mutants who were wandering on the coastline stopped what they were doing and raised their ugly heads.
It seemed that something exploded above their heads, but it had no effect on them at all, so that all mutants showed a puzzled expression on their faces.
What exactly happened?
On the other side, Arzu, who was sitting in the underground facility not far from the coastline, suddenly opened his eyes, and a hint of shock and doubt floated in his turbid pupils.
EMP！
The information transmission and reception volume of bionic chips is limited, and coupled with the particularity of the material itself, it is almost impossible to bear any impact when facing wide-area electromagnetic pulses.
However, bionic chips are not everything in the Sanctuary. In addition to bionic chips, there are signal base stations.
Only when the distance is not far, can a distributed network be built in a point-to-point direct connection between chips, such as all chip implanters are in the same settlement.
However, once the physical distance is longer than ten kilometers, it is necessary to use the signal base station to realize domain-to-domain connection.
This is something that is decided on the physical level.
At the same time, communication components that frequently send and receive electromagnetic wave information are far more susceptible to electromagnetic pulses than information processing components.
Especially when the EMP strike occurred, Arzu happened to hold a meeting at the Temple Conference. In order to connect all chips together and maximize the reduction of information blind spots, almost all signal base stations are in the open state.
This EMP sent him to silence!
Especially since he is currently in an underground facility, he must rely on a signal repeater to connect to the outside world's chip group.
Even though the wired section is still intact, the wireless section is almost completely wiped out...
This is probably no longer a tactical-level weapon, but a strike from a strategic-level weapon.
Damn...it's just at this time!
Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Arzu's forehead was sweating coldly, and he suddenly stood up, walked through the narrow and dark corridor, and hurriedly snatched into a monitoring room.
The screen covering the entire wall was divided into hundreds of large and small squares, and almost 90% of the screens were snow-white.
The staff sitting next to the surveillance terminal looked at Arzu tremblingly.
...I didn't know what happened just now, but it suddenly became like this?
Arzu grabbed his collar and stared at his eyes.
What before this?Is there any picture in the surveillance monitor?
The guy who was grabbed by him was unable to say a word for a long time. Another staff member sitting not far away said nervously.
I seemed to see a white light... flying from the direction of Beidao.
Beidao!
Arzu's face changed wildly, and he quickly sneaked his consciousness into the chip in his mind, connecting all the brains he could connect to in this underground facility.
Transfer ground information to the ground!Sound the physical alarm!Let the beach head troops enter combat readiness!
Here comes!!!
The Alliance's people are here!!!
His shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and a hint of trembling floated in his muddy pupils.
But it's not entirely because of fear, but partly because of excitement.
When he was in Jinhe City before, he cleaned up the mess for Luo Gan and fought with the people in the alliance.
Unfortunately, when he took over the endgame, the failure was almost irreversible.
But this time, unlike in the past, he operated all the layout of Death Coast by himself.
The opportunity to avenge your previous shame is right in front of you!
He should be happy
No, what does it mean? He is just happy!
Haha…it’s finally here.With his right hand tightly holding the wrist of his left hand, Arzu's mouth showed crazy laughter.
Looking at the head shaking constantly, the staff sitting in the monitoring room couldn't help swallowing.
Although the alliance is indeed difficult to deal with, this guy doesn't have to be like this...
……
The reason why the Dragon missile that Beidao launched before carrying a strategic EMP warhead was able to enter the soul with one shot was not because of the players' luck.
The time and coordinates of the strike are carefully calculated to ensure maximum destruction of the communication systems of enemy forces on the Death Coast.
In fact, since the alliance's troops landed on Beidao, the communication base stations set up in Beidao have been monitoring the electromagnetic wave signals in Haiyaxing Province.
Although the encryption technology of the Torch Church is not weak, even the coalition forces of the Kindergarten, which brings together talents from all walks of life, were unable to crack its code, but for a deserted province, it was too easy to judge the time of the Torch Church's meeting.
It is enough to directly pinpoint the peak of the electromagnetic wave, wherever the signal is densely popped up.
As everyone guessed, this electromagnetic pulse directly stunned the mutants on the coastline. They stayed in place for a long time without moving.
Obviously, due to the destruction of the information node, the front-line troops could not receive any signals from the rear command.
Beidao Operations Command Center.
The staff sitting in front of the control terminal were communicating nervously and excitedly.
EMP successfully detonated!Confirm that the attack is effective!
Our air force arrived over the enemy!The enemy's communication facilities and active illumination radar have been successfully destroyed!
Beautiful job!
Pass the ground scan data to the front-line login troops!
Synchronizing!
At the same time, on a blue sea, eight landing ships were escorted by the South China Sea Alliance fleet, advancing towards the coast of death.
Thick and long gun barrels are like spears of lances, pointing straight to the direction of the coastline.
General Li Minghui, the wartime president of the South China Sea Alliance, stood on the bridge of the Harpoon cruiser.
Not just him.
His mysterious and wealthy old friend, Duke Nihak, also stood on the bridge.
Although Nihak took the initiative to apply to board the boat to watch the game, he couldn't help but feel weak, his face was completely gone without his usual ease and confidence, and his lips trembled from time to time.
This...is the fleet of the South China Sea Alliance?
He unconsciously glanced at Li Minghui who was standing beside him, but saw that the president who always looked polite and polite, seemed to have become a different person at this moment.
No
It should be said that this is what he is.
This guy was originally a general, but he sat in the position of president because he was in urgent need of power... He actually forgot such an important thing!
The two gazes under the sword eyebrows were like flashing thunder, staring at the front of the bridge meticulously.
Duke Nihak swallowed, trying to say something to hide his discomfort, but was suppressed by the momentum but could not speak a word.
The whole ship obeys the order!Naval gun preparation!
A sonorous and powerful voice suddenly sounded, which scared Nihak, who was distracted.
Holding the communicator in his right hand, his eyes staring straight at Li Minghui in front of him suddenly shouted.
Spread barrage and shoot for eight rounds!
fire!
Just as the words fell, a deafening explosion suddenly spread from both sides of the flagship.I saw thick and long flames spewing forward, and the rolling smoke split the waves!
boom!!!
The sound of breaking through the air crossed the battlefield, and a deadly fire burst into the beach of the Death Coast!
At the same time, eight landing ships opened the cabin doors directly in front of them, and alligator and amphibious armored vehicles rushed into the sea like dumplings, pushing away rows of waves and killing towards the smoke-filled coastline!
Also put down was a landing craft, and a foxtroopers sitting among the landing craft.
Iron, fire and sea are connected in one piece at this moment. The whizzing shells and rockets are like interlude organs, constantly passing over the players' heads, and a rain of death hits the coastline.
Blood seemed to be burning!
The players squatting in the landing craft held the rifles in their hands, and their eyes were filled with excitement and high fighting spirit!
It's time to end it all!
The chaos that corrodes the earth
A loud roar rang out in the communication channel, even overshadowing the squeals of mutants on the coastline.
For the Alliance!!!
charge!!!
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