This Game is Too Real

  Chapter 727 The war machine starts!

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

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

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

  A century ago, the local survivors made a living by raising horses, and only two or three hundred people lived in small settlements.

And around the 100th year of the Wasteland Era, there were more farms and manors in Jinchuan Province, and the manor economy headed by slave owners prospered. With board and lodging provided, the town gradually grew to two to three thousand households with seven to eight thousand people.

  As for now, the alliance's railway has been built, and the locals have added a new business of guarding the railway and selling roasted sausage and melon seeds near the railway station.

   All you need to do is ride a horse along the railway line every day to ensure the safety of the nearly 150-kilometer railway section, and to ensure that the alliance's trains don't have accidents here, and the alliance's insurance company will give them a sum of money.

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

  And since the railway was built, the smoking train will always bring some interesting gadgets along the way every now and then.

  For example, tables and chairs, newspapers and books, clothes and pants, furniture and home appliances, and some puffed and canned foods that no one has seen before, etc., you can take them home with silver coins.

  In order to earn more silver coins, the idle lads in the town got on the train one after another, planning to venture (da) wander (gong) on ​​the alliance territory.

If people used to worry about being too far away from home, it would be hard to come back, even if they thought there might be opportunities to make money there, but now it’s less than a day’s drive to Shuguang City, and many people are eager to give it a try Thoughts on board.

Although most people in the town don't think they are members of the alliance, they just feel that the alliance is no different from those businessmen who come and go, but the business is a little bigger, but even so, their lifestyle and habits are still more or less the same. To a lesser extent, they were affected by Dawn City, just like the slave owners' manor economy affected their production and life before.

No matter what the boys who went to work in Dawn City brought back pancakes and ramen, or the big-horned deer **** and big-horned mouse, or "Boll the Awakened" and "Human and Automation" in Singularity City, it was always this small town. Something the town hadn't seen before.

  Especially these days, not only the young lads got on the train, even the old mayor of this small town went to Dawn City to attend that cohesion meeting.

  Looking at the letter sent back by the old man, he said that he saw a lot of big people there, not only the big nose from Triumph City, but also people from Ideal City and the Academy.

  Those bigwigs sat together to discuss and make solving the mutant slime mold their primary goal.

   But before that, they had to get rid of a group of guys called Torches. Those lunatics intend to use the technology of the Prosperous Era to spread a thing called Nago into the sea.

  People in the town couldn’t understand what that meant. Many of them had never seen Mutant Slime Mold or the sea in their entire lives. At most, they could occasionally see one or two missionary lunatics.

  But the old mayor who had already seen the world told them that this thing is definitely an opportunity!

   And it's a big opportunity!

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

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

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

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

  If they can live their lives well, let people live a life that people should live, and get rid of poverty and ignorance, they have already made a great contribution to ending the wasteland era.

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

  As usual, the old mayor who held a meeting in Dawn City probably heard some **** words again, and seeing that the sun was about to set, he sent an urgent telegram to the town office.

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

   All the townspeople in the square crowded around curiously. After some pushing and shoving, they managed to gather a literate shoemaker to read the telegram sent by the mayor.

"The slime mold research community meeting voted to pass resolution No. 1, and all members of the meeting declared war on the Church of the Torch and its servants..." He whispered the content of his summary, the man's face changed slightly, and he whispered something incredulously, "Is this going to war?"

  Hearing this sentence, there was a whispering sound from the surrounding people.

  Especially the young man who runs the farm and forest farm at home, with eager expressions on his face.

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

  The folks in Groom Town are tough, not because they are afraid of those lunatics who are preaching, but when they think of fighting a group of strangers, most people still hesitate in their hearts, even if they know that torches are not a good thing.

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

   "Do we need to go to the battlefield?"

  In the past, when Groom Town fought with outsiders, those with horses would go out, those with guns would go out, and those without anything would go out with their lives. I don’t know what the rules are now.

  Since the Alliance railroaded here, the marauder camps and mutant lairs around them seem to have disappeared. Although there are occasional small raider groups or xenomorphs flocking to this area, large-scale fighting has not happened for a long time.

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

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

"By the way, the mayor also asked us to use unused warehouses, cowsheds, stables and even the attics of our homes and turn them into hotels, taverns, and homestays... It is estimated that many people will come from Shuguang in the next few days. Come over to the city."

  He doesn't know what a homestay is, but it should be similar to a hotel or a tavern.

  Everyone looked at each other when they heard the words, with hesitation written on their faces.

  At this time, a housewife with a big arm and a round waist stepped forward and asked doubtfully.

   "They give money?"

  The shoemaker was taken aback for a moment, and then asked a question.

"why not?"

  In his impression, the people who followed that train didn't seem to have not paid. It's better to say that those guys are eager to put silver coins in their pockets, although they will change their tricks to earn money back soon.

  Everyone felt that there seemed to be some truth in hearing the words. Except for a few boys who were eager to try and showed listless expressions when they heard that they had no chance to play, most of the hesitant people's eyes lit up.

  Finally realizing what a big deal the old mayor brought back for them, the crowd gathered in front of the bulletin board suddenly dispersed in a swarm, and ran back home to clean up the empty house.

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

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

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

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

"By the way, I suddenly remembered... There seems to be a big iron lump in my old warehouse, with crawlers hanging underneath. It seems to be something from the prosperous era. It was dragged back by my grandfather from a city more than a hundred kilometers away. .”

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

   Someone looked at him curiously and asked.

"what is that?"

  The farmer shook his head.

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

   Soon someone patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

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

   Then someone answered again.

   "I sold the money and invited us to drink!"

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

   "Haha, definitely!"

   It would be great if it could be sold for money...

While the residents of Groom Town were busy preparing for the upcoming war, the settlements connected by railways and Tianshui tributaries were also doing the same thing, taking action one after another as telegrams or urgent letters flew out up.

  A united front is slowly forming.

Those inhabited areas are like cogs on a huge machine. Although they are inconspicuous when thrown on the ground, they may not even be noticed by the giants on the wasteland, but once they are connected by a chain Together, the energy that erupts cannot be underestimated.

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

   After all, whose ancestors did not come from the era of prosperity?

   Those wastelanders are not real primitive people, their fathers also lived in a great era, but later that era went away with their fathers.

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

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

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

  The carriages dragged behind the locomotive are filled with ammunition and supplies, and there are rows of pallets packed with artillery.

  These are the materials shipped to the front line.

   Some of them were bought by the alliance itself, and some members of the cohesive community paid for sponsorship or shipped from their homes.

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

  The short and thick gun body made of steel is like a high-raised pig nose, and the huge muzzle can even squeeze two people into it.

  Willant people call it "wild boar".

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

   Especially against hard targets like concrete cover.

  The only shortcoming of this thing is that it is too bulky. Not only does it weigh 150 tons, far exceeding the No. 2 tank of the Alliance, but the weight of the shell reaches a terrifying 5 tons! The whole is an enhanced version of postmodernism of "Carl Cannon"!

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

   It is said that these two heavy artillery were produced by the factory of the Southern Army Corps, and they were transported across the ocean through the port of Triumph City to Silver Moon Bay for unloading, and then sent to Dawn City by railway.

  Although I don't know what kind of paranoid people in the south of the Western Continent had in mind to design such an extremely twisted weapon, the Alliance naturally had no reason to refuse the free gift, and happily accepted this gift.

   It's just that the alliance currently doesn't have a vehicle that can tow these two heavy artillery pieces, and it's not appropriate to build a chariot specially for these two imported goods, so they simply welded it to the train carriage.

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

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

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

   Intelligence players have new toys to play with.

  Waiting at the train station, in addition to the weapons sent to the front line, there are also players who are about to go to the front line.

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

   At least in the eyes of wastelanders who can't understand Mandarin.

   "Hahaha! Be silly, I'm the first batch!"

   "The edge brother is awesome!!"

   "Brothers! Dial 6 for our team leader! This is finally useful!"

   "6666!"

   All the players in front of the platform looked at these lucky guys enviously, only wishing that they were not the ones getting on the bus.

  Looking at the stinky faces of those guys, the Mole on the Run in the Canyon couldn't stand it any longer, so he couldn't help but twittered.

   "Mother Xipi, my Chimera is no better than this group of cannon fodder!"

   When they fought Jinhe City, they were the first to fight with the Skeleton Corps. I thought there would be no suspense this time, but I didn't expect to be snatched by the Death Corps.

  Besides [Beta driving a toy car] couldn't help but follow along.

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

  Shu Ke, who was flying the helicopter: "I'm afraid there is an ulterior py transaction behind this."

  Look at these howling losers, the honest man riding on the back of Death Claw couldn't help laughing, and shouted at the mole.

   "Come on, you, I have 500 people with armored death claws. They can climb mountains and cross-country, and can walk through forests and waters. Who can we not go? Can your Chimera cross a small ditch?"

   Midnight with an umbrella but no knife: "Exactly! Can your turret turn faster than me?"

  The mole on the run in the canyon: "Damn! Come and try! Camp 101 is waiting for you!"

   "Go to that place to play by yourself," Edge paddled with a smile and covered the eyepiece of the helmet, and grabbed the deathclaw that was about to move forward under him with his right hand, "I went to the front line to get the head."

  Big Eyes of Liabilities also said with a playful smile: "Mole, listen to my advice, you can't grasp it, you'd better go back and play your game! We have to be professionals like us to fight this kind of thing!"

  His more than a hundred fruiting bodies are useless but can be eaten by thieves, and the fat ones that eat both of them make him almost eat dirt.

   Now it's finally fighting, and those fruiting entities can be regarded as useful.

  Even if you can't support the front line, it would be great to help transport supplies, or go to the front line as a stalker.

  The mole on the run in the canyon: "Go away! Your specialty is fighting?"

  The boy on the construction site and Brick: "Hahahaha!"

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

   "I thought about it all night, but I didn't understand why our Stormtroopers didn't take the lead."

  The battlefield atmosphere team also expressed emotion: "It is true... the first battle has the highest casualty rate, which is outrageous."

   Father Baiyin, who was also standing on the platform, was immediately unhappy when he heard this, and looked at this guy with grief and indignation.

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

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

   "Sorry...I forgot."

  Papa Silver: "@#%@!"

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

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

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

  The manager has only one requirement for them, and that is to show the momentum they had in Luoxia Province!

  Don't let your allies look down on you!

  …

   It's not just the train station that's busy, but also the alliance's airport.

  I saw a huge transport plane parked at the end of the runway ready to go.

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

   This is the alliance's first "self-produced and self-developed" large aircraft!

   Its serial number is H-10, and its code name is "Bawang".

In fact, at first, the little players in Factory No. 81 originally planned to use the code name "Kunpeng". Unoccupied weapon codenames in reality.

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

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

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

  Actually, to say that this thing is similar to a killer whale is actually a bit modest.

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

   Of course, in order to make up for the lack of vertical take-off and landing, Goblin Technology, together with the research institute under the scientific expedition team, designed a "small aircraft" that can switch between fixed-wing mode and vertical take-off and landing mode.

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

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

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

   It is precisely because of this that players can have more room to give full play to their creativity, and use some brain holes in the game that are impossible or costly to implement in reality.

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

  At this moment, ground service vehicles shuttled back and forth between the airstrip and the warehouse, loading boxes and bundles of supplies into the cabin at the rear of the "Bawang" transport plane.

  As the cabin was full, the door slowly closed, and the gum-chewing pigman skillfully pushed the switch, controlling the plane to drive onto the runway, drawing four faint blue arcs and flying towards the horizon.

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

   There is a two-kilometer runway near the military base on the northwest side of Chip Harbor.

  Although the maintenance cost of building a runway in Baiyue Province was high, out of strategic needs, Chu Guang finally spent the money and asked local small players to build the runway.

   After all, there is only one Heart of Iron, and it is too slow to transport supplies by inflatable airship at critical times.

  This war alliance will simultaneously launch an offensive from the north and the south to the area actually controlled by the Church of the Torch, so the military deployment in the French Fries Harbor area is also necessary.

  Beside the airport runway, two pilots of the enterprise looked at the direction in which the "Overlord" transport plane disappeared, and looked at each other with strange expressions.

   Among them, the more honest man directly expressed the confusion in his heart.

   "...Is it my illusion, why do I think that thing is a bit like our engine?"

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

   "Maybe... it's an illusion."

   Just treat it as an illusion.

   Anyway, there is no patent for this thing in the wasteland.

  Their engines were copied with reference to the plasma thrusters on the starships of the Era of Prosperity. There are so many shelter residents in the Alliance, it seems reasonable to copy one of the parts from the starships.

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

   Even if there are disputes, we have to wait until this war is over...

  …

  North of Dawn City, near a certain hotel where the legion mission is stationed, the lobby is also bustling with excitement.

  The focus of everyone's hot topic is naturally the latest issue of "Survivor Daily".

  Two big news appeared in today's newspaper for the first time.

  One of them is the "sticky body" declaring war on the torch, and the other is the newly established South China Sea Alliance.

  Although the alliance seldom actively exports its values, there is always no shortage of believers in the wasteland who actively embrace the dawn.

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

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

   But surprise is surprise.

  The topic of the southern sea area is not very hotly discussed in Dawn City, at least not compared to the real big event of "the Viscomunity declares war on the Church of the Torch"!

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

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

  After all, most of them are survivors of the Bone Chewing Rebellion, as well as survivors who escaped from Jinchuan Province. Almost all of them hate those lunatics to the bone.

   Now that they heard that all the members of the Viscosity declared war on the Church of the Torch, almost everyone couldn't help applauding.

   "It's time to liquidate those bastards!" A drunken mercenary slammed his right fist on the table and yelled drunkenly.

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

   "I remember the Bonechewer tribe has their shadow! These beasts, a group of things that are not human..."

   "I didn't expect the Willanters to stand with us. Those guys have done a lot of beastly things."

   "And the guys in Buguera, I always feel that they are not good things."

   "In the words of the manager, those guys are not a good thing, but the conflict with them can be put aside for a while, and we have to solve the more critical problems first."

  The hotel lobby was filled with noise, and no one noticed the person sitting in the corner of the lobby.

   That is the ambassador of the Xilan Empire, the Duke of Galava who has just been discharged from the hospital.

  Although the doctor told him to drink less alcohol and read less newspapers, he obviously didn't listen to the doctor's advice. At this moment, he stubbornly held a copy of "Daily Survivor" bought by a servant

   Staring at the headlines in the newspaper, Duke Galava had a sick flush on his face, and whispered excitedly in his mouth.

   "It's fighting!"

  Finally fight!

   Once the alliance's war machine is activated, it will definitely have no time to take care of the affairs of the Borneo province. Not only will their empire have a chance to breathe, they may even take this opportunity to reverse the decline in one fell swoop! Restoration of glory!

but-

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

  As the largest ally of the Legion and one of the main contracting parties of the Cohesion, Duke Galava wondered what they should express.

   At least let the Legion realize their importance.

   Moreover, this is a completely risk-free transaction.

   Provoking three gods at the same time, let alone how long this torch can live, I am afraid that even the ashes will be thrown away.

   At that time, maybe some loot can be mixed.

   Touching his chin, Duke Galawa thought in his heart.

   "...Let His Majesty send some people there symbolically."

  (end of this chapter)