This game is too real.

Chapter 786 Landing on the Dead Coast!

"It seems that a lot of things have really 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, Chu Guang had a fatherly smile on his face, although that handsome face did not look old at all.

"Yes, it is……"

Sitting on Chu Guang's right shoulder, Xiao Qi swayed her calf gently, resting her cheeks with her hands, and continued talking leisurely.

"...I feel that it won't be long before the master can retire and concentrate on being with Xiao Qi."

"Hahaha."

Chu Guang smiled happily, turned off the holographic interface in front of him, and teased the little guy sitting on his shoulder.

"When I retire, I'm afraid it's still too early... But I'm afraid it won't take too long to live a retirement life early."

To be honest, when he recruited those guys in the first place, he really didn't expect them to be so capable, and sometimes they could even predict his predictions.

Although there are always some brain-filling monsters guessing wildly on the forum, saying that "only the dragon and phoenix among men, the reincarnation of the king of soldiers, and the son-in-law of the dragon god" can get the helmet, but in fact, as long as you don't get too dazed, you will have a chance to get it of.

Compared with the big shots who have already achieved fame in reality, he is more inclined to give ordinary people a chance to start a second life.

After all, what kindness can compare with "the kindness of regeneration"?
Even if it is only considered from the perspective of "brand loyalty", the players selected by this selection mechanism are more inclined to become "maintainers of order" in 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 a lack of "normal people".

He never expected to use a group of talented brains to create a perfect Utopia out of thin air, as long as his little players can do the things at hand well within their capabilities.

However, although he doesn't have high requirements for the players, these players can always exceed his expectations time and time again.

Chu Guang couldn't help but sigh in his heart, maybe it won't take long for the boss of his camp to save himself from appearing on the scene.

Smart little players have not only learned to update the game content by themselves, but have even begun to design "game rules" for NPCs.

At this moment, a communication request from the Alliance Staff Headquarters popped up in the upper right corner of the holographic screen.

Seeing a call coming, Xiao Qi let out a "hey" and jumped off Chu Guang's shoulder consciously, and sat back on the pen holder at the foot of the table.

Without a pause, Chu Guang stretched out his index finger and selected the button to connect to the communication, and the light blue holographic beams 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" bolt gun was on his shoulders, and behind him was the cabin of the landing ship.

Staring at Chu Guang solemnly, Lao Bai in military uniform stood with his bolt gun beside him, and made a military salute by tapping his right fist on the breastplate.

"...Dear Mr. Manager, the troops on the southern front have been assembled! Just wait for your order, and we can take the coastline of Haiya Province for you at any time!"

The plan of the landing operation and the code name of the operation were decided long ago. Chu Guang had reviewed it a month ago and signed his name on it.

Before today, the players stationed on the North Island had rehearsed countless times for the upcoming battle.

Probably thinking of the possibility of the promotional PV of the game, this guy Lao Bai did something weird, and even made a special phone call before the start.

Not perfunctory his earnestness, Chu Guang straightened the look on his face, and seriously responded 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, so please do not disappoint their expectations!"

"action!"

Staring at those majestic eyes with piercing eyes, Old Bai stood up straight, and closed the helmet's visor and eyepiece neatly.

That is the sign that the power armor has entered the combat state——

"Yes!"

……

On the other side, in the auditorium illuminated by the holy light, there are thirteen chairs with extraordinary shapes in the circular meeting room.

But there were only ten people sitting at the conference table.

The three people who were absent were Luo Gan, the "Beast King" and the "Human Emperor" who was commanding the battle at the northern front of Haiya Province.

And at the very center of the conference table, there was a phantom standing at the moment, and the dark gray robe looked out of place with the surrounding white robes.

Facing the pair of scrutinizing gazes, Arzu felt his scalp tingle slightly.

The situation today is completely different from when he stood here a year ago.

At that time, Luo Ganxin was defeated, and the diocese of Jinhe City fell, and these pioneers themselves wondered if they had gone the wrong way, so he stood here confidently and put forward the idea of ​​the "Second Holy Church".

Not only did the forerunners sitting here have no confidence to refute him, but the Holy Son also gave him enough trust and support to hand over the parish in the southern sea to him.

During this period, he and Charas cooperated with each other and produced a lot of good things, such as using the technologies held by the survivors in the southern sea to arm mutants and so on.

These are all his credit, even if the performance of the Southern Sea Diocese was a mess, no one can deny his contribution to the Church of the Torch.

But therein lies the problem.

Southern Sea Parish's performance was so bad that it took all the credit for him.

With the defeat of Charas and the occupation of the North Island by the Alliance, the Church of the Torch completely lost the opportunity to open up its strategic space to the south.

Now they are like a cricket in a cage, and there are people who want to hang them on all sides...

Facing the questioning eyes, Arzu swallowed, and said bravely.

"The southern waters can no longer be counted on... Our brainwashing doesn't work on the locals."

Trying to justify his failure, he continued rapidly.

"They are completely different from the survivors in Haiya Province and even Jinchuan Province. The wasteland there has been over for too long. The locals are no longer wastelanders in the classic sense, they are all residents of Vault 70... …This is different from our initial judgment."

More than just not working.

He was even used in reverse by the captain of a certain destroyer, and sent wrong information to Charas.

Those fishermen were more cunning than he imagined, and they played him like a Raken in the sea.

"...However, we haven't lost yet. It's just that the plan to study the expansion of Nago mycelium to the ocean has to be put on hold for a while."

Taking a deep breath, Arzu looked at the Forerunners around him, and continued with a serious expression.

"How about going to the west? Since it is no longer realistic to win Coral City in the short term... I suggest that we might as well shift our strategy to the west."

As he spoke, he lightly waved his index finger, spread out a map in front of him, and pointed at the location of Borneo Province.

"This land is adjacent to Yinyue Bay, across a piece of sea is the eastern part of the great desert, passing straight along the equator line is the center of the old world, the remains of the space elevator... It is said that there is a group of people who claim to be the Enlightenment Society in the local area Like us, they have explored the relevant clues of the Torch Project, and they should be able to understand our situation."

"While we disagree on fundamental issues, if we can get in touch with them, at least we don't have to face the pressure of the cohesion alone."

"In addition, there are a large number of survivors in Borneo Province. Although those people are a bit stupid and unable to help us with our research at the technical level, they are still no problem as a hotbed for cultivating mutants. So..."

Arzu took a deep breath, and glanced around at the pioneers sitting at the table.

"I thought it would be a nice place to go..."

The meeting room was quiet for a while, without a single sound.

If it wasn't very clear 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 sitting at the head of the conference table.

The man sighed and shook his head lightly.

"……It's useless."

Alzu was stunned.

His Adam's apple moved, and he said anxiously.

"How could it be useless—"

"Because of the plan you mentioned, we discussed it a long time ago."

Interrupting his words with an unquestionable tone, the Holy Son stretched out his index finger and tapped in the air, and light blue beams of light stretched forward, outlining the entire topography of Borneo Province in a few breaths. It came out, and it was still the topography of the Wasteland Era.

This picture is far more detailed than the thumbnail picture suspended in front of Alzu, and even the mountains and rivers on the earth can be seen.

Apparently, the apostles of the torch had been there before, and they came to a conclusion after careful investigation.

Looking at the apostle who was stunned, the Holy Son continued in a calm tone.

"About ten years ago, we considered choosing Borneo Province, which was not interfered by the post-war reconstruction committee, as a starting point."

"There is a wider area than Haiya Province, and there are more wastelanders living in chaos... and most importantly, it is far away from the vision of enterprises, colleges and the Great Rift Valley. Although there are legions However, the legion is unlikely to attack us. And even if they want to attack, they will be across the desert, so they may not be our opponents."

"Then why?" Arzu looked at the Son and asked eagerly, "Why don't we go there?"

If it was there, the Academy would not have targeted them so soon!Maybe they won't be discovered until they expand to Luoxia Province!

Of course, there may be other variables, but they are nothing compared to the current situation.

Facing Arzu's confusion, the Son's voice carried a rare trace of helplessness.

"Because... the red soil."

Red clay?

Alzu was stunned.

What does this have to do with red clay? !

But as soon as he thought about it, he suddenly came back to his senses.

Is it—

As if confirming his guess, the Holy Son lightly clenched his right hand into a fist.

The Borneo Province map suspended in front of him was like a crumpled piece of paper, turning into a mass of red soil.

"Borneo province has a special kind of soil, or fungi attached to the soil. It has almost no effect on ordinary organisms, but it will drain the nutrients of the soil and prevent all other microorganisms from growing in the soil... such as broken Influenza bacillus, botulism, etc. They are digested by the red soil just like animal remains buried in the red soil."

There are no other miscellaneous harmful bacteria or viruses, which is actually one of the reasons why red soil can be eaten directly.

After all, normally speaking, people can't eat soil not just because they can't digest it, but to a large extent because the harmful substances contained in the soil may cause people to be poisoned or even die.

And the magic of red soil is that it kills most of the harmful substances while accumulating a small amount of nutrients.

In other words, if Na Guo matches this thing, there is a high probability that it will be swallowed by the red clay and become a new red clay.

Arzu looked at the Son in astonishment, his Adam's Apple moved up and down, and he struggled to force out a word.

"This... how is it possible, that kind of rubbish thing can actually restrain the results we have spent more than ten years researching."

"And yet it is true."

Looking at those shocked pupils, Shengzi said with a soft sigh.

"Also, don't underestimate that thing. It was completed by scholars in the Prosperity Era in the early Wasteland Era. You know how powerful those scholars are. The singularity-level technology is actually theirs. Something that came close to touching but never could."

The apostle named Yule who was captured by the Alliance and held somewhere in the River Valley Province was a scholar in the era of prosperity.

The anti-radiation agent and radiation suppressant that that guy completed in the early days of the wasteland era are still the "economically optimal solution" for removing radioactive damage from the wasteland until 200 years later.

"...According to the results obtained from our experiments, the mycelium of Nago will be swallowed by the red soil just like the corpses and feces buried in the red soil. If we cannot find a way to make the mycelium of Nago swallow the red soil from a technical level, it will eventually expand rapidly. The nago hyphae in turn will only become a breeding ground for accelerated red soil reproduction, allowing the latter to spread rapidly like weeds on the savannah of Borneo Province."

After a pause, the Son continued.

"It's against our philosophy and it's pointless."

The idea of ​​the Church of the Torch is to allow the human species to ascend to a higher existence, not to become an edible "answer".

Therefore, they finally abandoned their plan to enter the Borneo Province, and chose the relatively compromised Haiya Province as the first stop for the coming of the kingdom of heaven.

While it's clear that General Lowell couldn't have known what would happen 200 years from now, he did accidentally save the Borneo survivors one more time.

Arzu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said in a difficult tone.

"...What if the red soil is removed artificially first?"

As long as the red soil is removed before planting Naguo——

"That would be the stupidest act of the century."

The Holy Son interrupted him without hesitation and continued.

"That kind of thing can only wait for it to slowly disappear naturally. We have tried for many years and have not found a biological solution."

In fact, it wouldn't make any sense to find it now.

Going to Borneo to start anew under the eyes of various forces is not necessarily less difficult than sustaining it under the siege of the cohesion.

This is not just his opinion, the remaining nine pioneers here also have the same idea.

However, after hearing his reply, Alzu's face showed despair.

Noticing his expression, Shengzi frowned slightly.

"What happened?"

Arzu was silent for a while, with a bitter expression on his face.

"Alliance forces are gathering on the North Island in the southern waters, and I fear—"

Before his words fell, the words that came to his lips suddenly stopped, his whole body seemed to be disconnected from the meeting, and even the illusory figure flickered in a daze.

Seeing the sudden change in his body, there were surprised expressions on the faces around the conference table, not knowing what happened.

"Is it a chip failure?"

"What the hell is this Arzu doing!"

"Can't he find a place with better signal for such an important meeting!"

"That's why I said that it is really troublesome to keep a mortal body..."

Discussions spread across the conference table.

Looking at Arzu who hadn't reconnected for a long time, the faces of all the pioneers showed displeasure.

This guy wasted too long!

The Holy Son, who sat at the head of the conference table, frowned slightly, and there was a faint look of evil in a pair of empty eyes.

It stands to reason that he can perceive the existence of every chip.

However, just now, he suddenly couldn't feel Alzu's existence...

……

Over the sky above Haiya Province, an orange-red light pierced the sky like a sharp sword.

With a sudden explosion, dazzling white light flickered, and a wide-area electromagnetic pulse instantly covered an area of ​​tens of thousands of square kilometers below.

"Beat...?"

The blue-skinned mutants wandering on the coast stopped what they were doing and raised their ugly heads.

Something seemed to explode above their heads, but it didn't affect them at all, so that all mutants had puzzled expressions on their faces.

In the end what happened?
On the other side, Alzu, who was sitting in the underground facility not far from the coastline, opened his eyes abruptly, and a trace of surprise floated in his cloudy pupils.

EMP!

The amount of information sent and received by the bionic chip is limited, coupled with the particularity of the material itself, it is hardly affected by the wide-area electromagnetic pulse.

However, bionic chips are not everything in the sanctuary. In addition to bionic chips, there are also signal base stations.

Only when the distance is not far away can a distributed network be built in a "point-to-point" direct connection between chips, for example, all chip implanters are in the same settlement.

However, once the physical distance is extended to more than ten kilometers, the signal base station must be used to realize the "domain-to-domain" connection.

This is something that is determined at 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 attack happened, Alzu happened to be meeting in the church meeting. In order to connect all the chips in series and minimize the information blind spots, almost all signal base stations were turned on.

This EMP directly silenced him!
Especially since he is currently in an underground facility, he must rely on a signal repeater to connect to the external chip group.

Even though the wired segment is still intact, the wireless segment is all but dead...

I'm afraid this is no longer a tactical weapon, but a strategic weapon strike.

"Damn... at this time!"

Aware of the seriousness of the problem, Alzu was sweating profusely on his forehead, stood up abruptly, walked through the long and narrow dark corridor, and rushed into a monitoring room.

The screen covering the entire wall was divided into hundreds of large and small squares, and almost [-]% of the screens were white with snow.

The staff sitting next to the monitoring terminal looked at Arzu tremblingly.

"...I don't know what happened just now, but it suddenly became like this?"

Arzu grabbed his collar and stared firmly into his eyes.

"Before that? Did any pictures appear on the surveillance?"

The guy who was grabbed by his collar was stuttering and unable to say a word for a long time, another staff member sitting not far from him said nervously.

"I seem to have seen a white light... coming from the direction of Bei Dao."

North Island!

Alzu's face changed wildly, and he quickly submerged his consciousness into the chip in his mind, connecting all the brains he could connect to in this underground facility.

"Transfer surface data underground! Sound the physical alarm! Put beachhead forces on combat readiness!"

coming! ! !

The Alliance is here! ! !

His shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and there was a trace of tremor in his cloudy pupils.

But it's not all because of fear, partly because of excitement.

When he was in Jinhe City before, he had cleaned up the mess for Luo Gan and fought against the people of the alliance.

Unfortunately, when he took over the endgame, the failure was almost irreversible.

But this time is different from the past, all the layout of the Dead Coast is handled by him.

The opportunity to avenge shame is at hand!

He should be happy—

No, what should be, he is just happy!
"Hehe...it's finally here." With his right hand tightly holding the wrist of his left hand, Arzu let out a maniacal laugh.

Seeing the head shaking non-stop, several staff members sitting in the monitoring room swallowed involuntarily.

Although the alliance is indeed difficult to deal with, this guy doesn't have to shake like this...

……

The reason why the "Dragon" missile with a strategic EMP warhead launched by Bei Dao before was able to hit the soul in one shot was not because of the luck of the players.

The time and coordinates of the attack were carefully calculated to ensure the maximum destruction of the communication system of the enemy forces along the coast of death.

In fact, ever since the alliance's troops landed on the North Island, the communication base station set up on the North Island has been monitoring the electromagnetic wave signals of Haiya Province.

Although the encryption technology of the Church of the Torch is not weak, and even the Cohesion Alliance, which has gathered talents from all walks of life, has not been able to crack its code, for a province that is "desolate and inhabited", it is difficult to judge whether the Church of the Torch "has a meeting". Time is simply too easy.

It is enough to directly look at the time of the peak of the electromagnetic wave, where the signal is densely bombarded.

Sure enough, as everyone guessed, this electromagnetic pulse directly stunned the mutants on the coastline, and they stayed where they were for a long time without moving.

Obviously, due to the destruction of the information nodes, the frontline troops could not receive the signal from the rear headquarters at all.

North Island Operations Command Center.

The staff sitting in front of the control terminal are communicating nervously and excitedly.

"EMP successfully detonated! Confirmed that the attack is effective!"

"Our air force has arrived over the enemy! It has successfully destroyed the enemy's communication facilities and actively irradiated the radar!"

"Nice job!"

"Send the ground scan data to the front-line landing force!"

"Syncing!"

At the same time, on a piece of blue sea, eight landing ships are advancing towards the coast of death under the escort of the South China Sea Alliance fleet.

The thick and long barrels are like the spears of the Lancers, pointing directly at the direction of the coastline.

General Li Minghui, the wartime president of the South China Sea Alliance, stood on the bridge of the cruiser Harpoon.

Not just him.

His mysterious and wealthy "old friend" Duke Nihak also stood on the bridge.

Although Nihak voluntarily applied to board the boat to watch the battle, standing here, his legs were unstoppable, his astonished face completely lacked the usual ease and confidence, and his open and closed 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 he saw that the president, who was always polite, seemed to be a different person at this moment.

Do not--

It should be said that this is what he originally looked like.

This guy was originally a general, but he only sat in the position of president because of urgent matters... He actually forgot such an important matter!
The two eyes under the sword eyebrows were like flashing thunder, staring at the front of the bridge meticulously.

Duke Nihak swallowed, and wanted to say something to cover up his discomfort, but he was suppressed by the momentum and couldn't say a word.

"The whole ship obeys the order! The naval guns are ready!"

The sonorous voice suddenly sounded, startling Nihak who was distracted.

Holding the communicator in his right hand and staring straight ahead, Li Minghui suddenly roared.

"Scatter barrage, shoot eight rounds!"

"fire--!"

The moment the voice fell, deafening explosions suddenly spread from both sides of the flagship.I saw thick and long tongues of fire spurting forward, and the billowing smoke split the waves!

"boom!!!"

The whizzing sound of piercing across the battlefield, a deadly flame bloomed on the sandy shore of the Dead Coast!
At the same time, the eight landing ships opened the hatches in front of them together, and the "Alligator" amphibious armored vehicles rushed into the sea like dumplings in a pot, pushing away rows of waves and killing them. Smoky coastline!
Along with it, there was a landing craft and skirmishers sitting in the landing craft.

The iron, the fire, and the sea are now connected as one. The swishing shells and rockets are like an interlude of a pipe organ, continuously passing over the players' heads, raining death on the coastline.

The blood seems to be burning!

The players squatting in the landing craft clenched their rifles tightly, their eyes filled with excitement and fighting spirit!

Time to end it all!

The chaos that corrupts the earth—

A loud roar sounded from the communication channel, even overshadowing the screams of the mutants on the shoreline.

"For the Alliance!!!"

"charge!!!"

(End of this chapter)