This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 935: The pangolin takes advantage of his opponent

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If the province of Valeland is the place where the Valeland people set out to conquer, then the province of Batoya, which is separated by a sea from the province of Valeland, is the first step on the road of conquest for the Valeland people. level.

Compared to the map of another world, the province of Wilante is a bit like a smaller version of the combination of the Iberian Peninsula and France, while the province of Batoa is roughly located in North Africa, and its area appears to be larger than that of North Africa." "Lots of generosity".

The two provinces are separated by a bay called the "Whirlpool Sea", and this sea area is much smaller than the "Mediterranean Sea" in another world, only about half the area of ​​the latter. The shapes of the two are even more different. The opening is larger and becomes narrower towards the east, just like a buffalo horn.

Among them, the city of Avent is located in the northwest corner of the province of Batoya, in a place called Dagger's End, across the sea from the province of Valente.

The closest distance between the two provinces is only 200 kilometers. This distance is a bit difficult to swim across, but it only takes five or six hours by ferry, and it is still slow.

Since the news of Marshal Julius's death spread, a large number of Velantes have rushed to Triumph City from all over the world, hoping to attend the funeral of Marshal Julius.

Of course, there are also the Wilrants living in the province of Batoya among them.

They will see old friends they haven’t seen for a long time in their hometown, sit with them and chat, or blow bubbles over beer, or even roll on the sheets.

After everything is over, some of them will stay, but most of them will return to their homes in the New World or the eastern part of the Old World.

If you want to spread the "death agent" all over the world, there is no more suitable opportunity than the funeral of Marshal Julius...

On a calm sea.

Captain Malok, who was standing on the offshore destroyer, looked at the telegram in his hand and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"...If this is true, it would be too cruel."

Due to the recent turmoil within the legion, Marshal Julius's Praetorian Guard has also been affected, and the "gene source code" that is the lifeblood of the Velant people has been lost.

He is not an expert in the biological field and does not understand those technical things, but he also knows how important this thing is, otherwise their ancestors would not have removed it from the post-war reconstruction committee at all costs. He snatched it from his hands and tried his best to protect it.

It is said to have been said by the residents of the shelter who had helped the Velant people.

Since the Wilantes are a race created based on a designed gene pool, as long as they master the source code of "library construction", they can easily design a genetic weapon specifically targeted at this ethnic group.

This kind of weapon can be a virus or something else. They can attack at the micro level and the macro level at the same time, making the planet no longer suitable for the Wealand people to survive, and finally allowing the Wealand people to escape from this planet. disappeared from the planet as if it had never been there.

In fact, the Department of Defense of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee did have such a plan. Even the last folder on the Vaillant Laboratory server was the "finishing" of the genetic warrior project.

The purer the bloodline, the easier it is to distinguish it from the crowd.

The only way to solve the problem is to marry an interracial person.

This sword hanging over the heads of all Wilant people can be removed only when the Wilant people are no longer Wilant people, but as part of humanity.

It is precisely for this reason that they must keep the genetic source code of the Wealant people strictly secret for at least 300 years, until their blood is flowing in their veins and the blood of other humans is flowing in their veins. Safety.

And now, the Praetorian Guards say they messed up in the 172nd year!

Are you kidding? !

But things have already happened, so he can only accept it and cooperate with the orders of Triumph City to deal with it.

At this time, a ferry about a hundred meters long appeared on the sea level.

Looking at the black spots emerging in the distance, Captain Malok immediately waved his hand, signaling his crew and captains to drive the destroyer over, and contacted the captain on the opposite side via radio to ask them to stop the ship.

After receiving the order, the ferry on the opposite side cooperated very well and quickly turned off the engine.

However, the passengers on the ship were not satisfied. They gathered on the deck one after another and asked for an explanation from the approaching destroyer.

The ferry, which is over a hundred meters long, is not too small, and there are at least three to four hundred people sitting on it.

Most of these people are residents of the city of Yavent, and some live in the surrounding areas of the province of Batoya. Among them are some half-grown children and mothers holding babies.

Looking at the crowded crowd, Malok cleared his throat, picked up the speaker and spoke loudly.

"Quiet, please be quiet for a moment. I am Captain Marlock, affiliated with the Triumph City Offshore Defense Fleet. There is something wrong with your flight. I am here to explain the situation to you."

As expected, the people on the deck became a little quieter when someone who had something to say came forward.

After a pause, Malok adjusted his speaking speed and continued.

"Late yesterday, we received news that someone took advantage of the political turmoil in Triumph City to steal the genetic source code of the Wilant people."

As he expected, as soon as he finished speaking, the people on the deck immediately exploded.

The sea surface, which had been quiet for just two seconds, suddenly became noisy again.

"What does the theft of the genetic source code have to do with us?!"

"That's right! Shouldn't you check the boats that left! Will the thieves come back on their own?"

"Damn it, the Imperial Guard is really getting worse day by day. They can even lose their genetic source code..."

"The guys in Triumph City are such trash!"

The vast majority of people are not aware of the seriousness of the problem and are just angry about the flight delay.

It's actually quite normal.

The same goes for Malok himself.

Although the more he thought about it and became more frightened after understanding the situation, his first reaction when he first heard it was just an "ah", and then the idea of ​​"just throw it away" came into his mind.

Compared with the disintegration of the legion, losing something seems to be nothing.

They threw away a lot of stuff.

It wasn't until the Guards told him later that that thing was the lifeblood of the Weirant people that he became nervous.

Looking at these noisy compatriots, Malok took a deep breath, raised his voice and continued shouting.

"You should really **** up your ears and listen to what I have to say! The genetic source code was stolen a month ago, and the latest information now is that there is a group of evil blue gophers hiding in the desert to take advantage of us. The genetic source code has been used to design a virus specifically for the Velant people! The name of this thing is 'Death Agent', and you should know what it is used for by the name."

"But what I want to tell you is that things are not that simple! This virus has a long incubation period of more than one month, and is also extremely contagious during the incubation period!"

"It starts with a low fever, then a fever all over the body, until your immune system is completely overwhelmed, and finally your organs will fail one by one, and you will die in pain... The whole process will last for a full year. Even longer, until I have tortured you enough and until the descendants of the virus infect other people."

"So don't think it has nothing to do with you. The province of Batoya is in the northwest corner of the desert. You are the people closest to this bomb! And you are probably already infected with this stuff!"

Before he finished speaking, there was an uproar on the ship, and the boiling sound seemed to overturn the bumpy deck.

The faces were full of different expressions, some were angry, some were frightened, and some were panicked and suspicious.

Some mothers have unconsciously covered the mouths and noses of their babies, or hid in places with few people.

Some people couldn't help but cough. Seeing the surprised looks from the side, they couldn't help but start to doubt themselves.

"Are you kidding! A virus specifically targeting the Velantans...how, how is this possible?!"

"Who would do such a thing... No, **** it, these **** Guards, how could they lose such an important thing!"

"So there is a virus hidden on our ship? What...a biological weapon against the Wealantians?"

People were shouting and yelling in confusion, as if they were crazy.

They instinctively felt that this kind of thing was too nonsense. If there were such awesome weapons, the aliens wouldn't wait until now to use them.

But soon they remembered that the genetic source code of the Velant people was strictly kept in the past, but now it has been stolen.

Everything seems to make sense.

Just like Malok last night, they went from doubt to belief.

After all, the person standing in front of them was a captain of ten thousand, and the captain of Triumph City.

It is impossible for these guys who are extremely loyal to Marshal Julius to make fun of the Praetorian Guards, and it is even less possible for the Praetorian Guards to lie about such things.

Looking at the noisy compatriots, Malok raised his voice and answered one of their questions.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out, so we can only regretfully ask you to go back."

A strong man squeezed his way to the front of the crowd and glared at Malok.

"Possibility! Just because of this so-called possibility, you stopped us from attending the funeral of Marshal Julius!"

His shoulders were broad and his hands were rough, like a soldier who had been on the battlefield.

Many of the Valantians have been on the battlefield, but this is not a distinguishing characteristic.

However, at this critical juncture on the front line, it is still difficult for such a veteran in his prime and with combat experience to get on a flight to Wilante Province.

However, Malok did not know the true inside story of the "death agent".

The version the Guards told him was that someone planned to use the genetic source code of the Vaillant people to design a genetic weapon targeting the Vaillant people.

Looking at the glaring man, Malok said with a smile.

"Don't worry, the funeral has been postponed."

Everyone on the deck was stunned.

"Push, postponed?!"

Malok nodded.

"Yes, our respected Mr. Consul has announced that the Valant Alliance has entered a state of emergency. Before the end of the emergency, we will temporarily block the Whirlpool Sea."

Hearing these words, everyone on the deck panicked and started shouting.

"What should we do?!"

"Are you going to keep us at sea?"

Malock raised his hand to signal them to calm down, and then continued to speak.

"You can return the same way you came, or you can come back to accept our resettlement... We have designated a buffer zone in the coastal area of ​​​​Vailante Province and set up some tents there. We will follow your landing time Isolate you and arrange for a doctor to check your health."

"Triumph City has requested assistance from colleges, alliances and companies through the Adhesion Community, and they have responded very positively to us, saying that they will airlift some medical personnel and supplies to the Weiland Province and work with us. Face this crisis together...just as we faced the crisis of the Torch Church with them."

Everyone on the deck was whispering.

Especially when they heard about enterprises and alliances, almost everyone had hesitant expressions on their faces.

The Southern Legion is at war with the Enterprise and the Alliance, and no one can guarantee that these guys will not take the opportunity to do something.

At this time, a thin old man walked to the bow of the ship, stared at Captain Malok intently, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"What kind of virus...are you serious?"

Captain Malok nodded.

"At least the Praetorian Guards are serious. Including Triumph City, the Weirant Alliance has restricted the entry of people other than Weilant people... After all, all of them may become asymptomatic or mild symptom carriers of the virus. .Even if it is not their intention to hurt us, we will be hurt indirectly by them."

Not the original intention...

The smile on the old man's face was a little bitter.

This is so humble. There are too many people who want the Velantians to die. There is at least one out of every three Wastelanders.

Mallock obviously thought so too, so he shrugged and made a helpless expression.

"So you should know how dangerous it is to run around at this juncture... We are not just targeting you, the borders to the southeast, northwest and northwest are all closed."

The old man sighed, and it took him a long time to say a word.

"I hope there are no aliens in the buffer zone..."

The City of Triumph closed its borders.

In this case, the province of Wilante should be much safer than the province of Batoya.

After all, the Southern Legion has a vast colony, and most of the people living in the colony are aliens living in the desert.

If something really happens, the Southern Army, which has not taken any measures so far, is undoubtedly the most dangerous...

Looking at the worried old man, Malouf shouted with a smile.

"Don't worry, even if there are, they are researchers sent by the academy to help us."

"If something goes wrong, we won't let them go."

……

The news of the loss of the genetic source code of the Velant people caused an uproar in Triumph City.

As for the Imperial Guards, who were responsible for guarding the source code, their majesty was completely shattered during this turmoil, and they were criticized by all forces in Triumph City.

In the face of those scolding voices, Commander Lei Ze's reaction was very calm.

Having lived for 172 years, he has long been accustomed to the ups and downs in this city. Of course, he cannot be embarrassed just because a junior scolds him.

However, although Lei Ze seemed calm and calm, the battlefield atmosphere team felt quite guilty.

This old man is already about to enter the coffin, and in the end he will stake his life's honor on himself.

After finishing the meeting with the ministers, he looked at the old man and said in an apologetic tone.

"I'm sorry... When this is over, I will clear up all your grievances and tell everyone that it was all my idea."

Looking at the regretful Mr. Consul, Lei Ze, who was wearing golden armor, smiled faintly and said in a very soft voice.

"You don't have to worry about my feelings, it's enough to do what you should do now."

After a pause, the old man suddenly changed into an elder's tone and continued speaking meaningfully.

"But I have to remind you that a truly clever lie is to tell only half of the truth and keep the other half that is not good for you. Marshal Julius is very smart in this matter, and so is your manager. It’s the same, but you were just a little bit off the mark and didn’t leave yourself any room to retreat.”

The battlefield atmosphere team looked a little embarrassed, touched their noses and coughed dryly.

"I am far behind compared with them..."

Lei Ze smiled faintly.

"That's for sure. How many things have they done, but how many things have you done."

"But it doesn't matter, everyone is from unskilled to skilled, whether it is the respected Marshal Julius or your manager."

"I still think highly of you."

The last words gave Warfield a lot of confidence and made him feel warm in his heart.

What he did in this matter was indeed not clever, but it was the best way he could think of.

Faced with the "ingenious conspiracy" of the commander of the Tire Army, his choice was to take advantage of it.

Since the former claims to have stolen the gene source code and used this to persuade other senior officials of the Southern Legion to participate in his crazy plan, then he claims that the gene source code was indeed lost and was only stolen by the Enlightenment Society in the desert. It was stolen and used to make a virus called "Death Agent" specifically to persecute the Valantians.

Based on this reason, he could logically declare a state of emergency for the Wilante Alliance, blockade the City of Triumph and even the Province of Wilante, and prevent the Southern Army from using the City of Triumph and the funeral of Marshal Julius as an act. A springboard for spreading viruses.

Not only that, after receiving the news, the Northern Empire, the Eastern Empire, and the United States of the New World will also close their borders one after another and strictly guard against all immigrants.

Whether they believe in the existence of the "dead agent" or not, the news of the missing gene source code is not false in their opinion.

As for what the "death agent" itself is, it doesn't matter anymore.

Whoever declares it publicly first will have the priority to explain.

It is impossible for the Southern Legion to jump out and argue that the genetic source code was stolen by itself. This death agent actually does little harm to the Weilant people, and is mainly aimed at foreign races other than the Weilant people.

Not to mention that Tyr did not have the genetic source code of the Vaillant people at all. He could not even prove that the harm to the Vaillant people was actually very small, because that thing was from the beginning. A weapon that strikes indiscriminately.

Don't even call it an explanation.

They didn't even dare to let other forces discover that this thing slipped out of their own laboratory.

Otherwise, we don’t even have to wait for the companies and alliances to take action, the old friends themselves will have to come out and beat them up.

But it was only a matter of time before it was discovered.

If the "death agent" plan has been launched, and several old legion forces, including Triumph City, have closed their borders one after another, preventing the flow of Wilant people to other areas, then the pathogen will be restricted to Yavente Within the city.

In addition, Yongye Port is currently occupied by the Alliance, and the Southern Army’s road to the Eastern World has been cut off. Except for the original viruses with high fatality rate and low infection rate that have been put on the battlefield in Borneo Province, there will be almost no The strain spreads.

When that time comes, Tyr will find that he has shot himself in the foot.

And the Weirant people in Yavente City will gradually come to their senses and figure out who is their enemy.

In addition to the macro deployment, the battlefield atmosphere team also used the power of the civil service group to set up some isolation zones in the coastal border areas of Wilante Province.

This is just the first step.

After controlling the "death agent", he will soon start the second step of the plan to fulfill his duties as the consul of Triumph City and rescue the city of Avente that has fallen into the plague.

This stage of the plan requires the help of other survivor forces in the wasteland such as colleges, alliances, and companies.

But this is not difficult for him.

He knows the attitude of managers very well.

That guy has been rushing to end the Wasteland Era since the server was launched, and it is impossible to leave the Velant people alone.

While he was thinking this, hurried footsteps came from outside the meeting hall of the Glorious Academy.

Ignoring the obstruction of the guards at the door, the man in rich clothes broke into the hall, stared at the consul sitting in the center of the hall, and said angrily.

"Mr. Archon, I need an explanation!"

This is the envoy of the Southern Legion.

At the same time, he was also the representative who came to attend the funeral of Marshal Julius on behalf of Tire.

The Warlander remembers that his name was Harrogan, and his military rank was a two-star Captain of Ten Thousands, one star higher than Colway.

But now that I am a consul, there is no need to use these military ranks.

Looking at the angry Captain Harrogen, the battlefield atmosphere team asked with interest.

"What explanation do you want?"

Halogen said angrily.

"Postponing the funeral of Marshal Julius and closing the border when all the Wilrantians came to the Triumphal City to pay homage to Marshal Julius' majesty! Do you know what you are doing!"

This guy is anxious.

However, the battlefield atmosphere team did not think that a mere two-star captain would know the inside story of the "death agent".

The most likely possibility is that the commander of the Tire Army tried to use this guy to test the reality of Triumph City, or to put pressure on himself.

Just when he was about to speak, Lei Ze, who was sitting not far from him, spoke first.

"Marshal Julius has been waiting for almost two centuries. I believe that adult does not mind waiting a little longer to see his children perform the last play."

A sharp light shot out from the turbid pupils, causing Harogen's aura of launching an army to accuse him to wane in an instant.

Legion has just completed its transition to the Valant Alliance, and he cannot yet understand what it means to be a consul.

But he can understand what it means to be a legion commander.

Especially the legion commander who once fought with Marshal Julius.

"What...what are you talking about? What kind of drama..." Harogan said in a trembling voice after swallowing his saliva and taking a step back unconsciously.

Lei Ze looked at him calmly, as if looking at a noisy child.

"...Ask yourself, or ask your legion commander, I think he should be the person who knows best."

Halogen held his breath involuntarily.

His political intuition told him that the water behind this might be deeper than he imagined.

Without another word, he allowed the guards to pull him out, and then hurriedly left the door of the chamber.

Looking at the figure who turned away, Lei Ze smiled faintly and called out in a neither gentle nor serious voice.

"Tell that kid something for me——"

"The candles in the Triumph City have not been extinguished yet, and the soul of Marshal Julius is still here."

"Your Majesty the Marshal is watching you."