This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 936: “Decisive Mission”

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After leaving the Glory Academy, Harrogen got into the car parked at the foot of the stone steps and went straight back to his mansion.

Without stopping for a moment, he immediately moved to the study, turned on the panoramic conference device, and contacted Tyr, the commander of the Southern Army in the city of Yavente.

Looking at the holographic bust floating in the light blue light and shadow, Harrogen immediately showed respect on his face and nodded to report.

"Your Excellency, Legion Commander, Triumph City has rejected our request to reopen the border."

Tiel spoke slowly.

"Did the Archon mention a reason?"

"The reason is still the lethal agent. The Guards insist that they have received conclusive information that the stolen genetic source code has been used to make genetic weapons against the Willant people." Harrogen's expression was slightly hesitant, and he whispered Said, "I don't feel like Commander Leize is lying... I'm wondering, should we pay attention too?"

Although he did not doubt the ability of the intelligence department of the Southern Army, he also found it difficult to believe that the Praetorian Guards would say that without solid evidence.

Especially since his family is still in Avent City.

If the "death agent" really existed, it would be difficult for him not to worry about the safety of his family...

The commander of the Tire Army looked at him silently, seemingly lost in thought, and said nothing for a long time.

Harogen wisely did not disturb him, but at this moment, he suddenly remembered something.

"...By the way, Commander Lei Ze asked me to bring you a message."

The commander of the Tire Army finally seemed to react and looked at him expressionlessly.

"What did he say."

Halogen responded truthfully.

"He said... His Majesty the Marshal is watching you."

The moment he heard these words, Tier's expression was indifferent, but his heart trembled involuntarily.

But that was only for a moment.

He knew that was impossible.

The Marshal is dead, and has been dead for more than a century. There is no doubt about this.

Trying to scare yourself with the name of a dead person...

The corner of Tire's mouth slightly curled up in a cold arc, which made Harogen, who was standing in the conference room, involuntarily feel a chill running down his spine, as if he was facing a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to move.

What happened to his respected legion commander?

Countless confusions flooded into his mind, especially when he thought of the meaningful eyes of Commander Leize.

Halogen's Adam's apple moved, and he wanted to ask out the confusion in his heart, but his throat felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed, and he couldn't say a word.

Tiel did not give any explanation, but ended this unpleasant topic with a blank expression.

"I know."

Seeing that Tire seemed intent on ending the meeting, Harrogan quickly added.

"I will try harder... maybe there is some misunderstanding here."

"Yeah."

Tiel nodded without making any comment, and the light blue holographic image disappeared into Harrogen's study.

Obviously, the Imperial Guards had noticed something through their intelligence network, so they resorted to this trick.

Although it is unknown how the intelligence was leaked to Triumph City, now that it has happened, Tyr no longer has any hope of solving the problem through diplomatic channels.

But——

If these weak guys thought he would just give up, they would be looking down on him.

Southern Army Headquarters.

Tiel stood up from his desk, walked to the window, and looked across the city of Avent, a forging world made of metal and cement.

Every inch of land here is filled with the blood of the Wealand people.

Compared to Norton City, which is named after "Conquest", this is the real "City of Conquest"!

"The Southern Legion will not admit defeat. Even if the old alliance abandons us, we will still launch another charge as a legion against the enemies of the Valantians."

He looked up at the sky, staring at the increasingly thick dark clouds, his resolute and cold face full of determination.

"The final winner must be us."

The next thing to do is obvious.

Without a trace of hesitation or thought, he left the office and went straight to Research Institute No. 68, not far from the headquarters.

This research institute is located in the very center of the city of Avente, on the 68th floor of the "Tower of the World" building.

The shell of the entire building is made of alloy, and its shape is like a long knife thrust from the sky into the ground.

A century and a half ago, the survivors of the city of Arvent used the legacy of the Age of Prosperity to forge this alloy mansion and use it as a "vertical processing center" to store the black boxes they recovered from the province of Batoya. and other legacies, and recreate their imagined era of prosperity.

Later, due to practical factors, this magnificent project came to an end without any suspense.

Later, the Legion conquered the city of Yavente, improved the entire building, and successfully transformed it into a military industrial base integrating production and research!

The research and development projects carried out in this building are far more than just a "killing agent".

But at present, the "death agent" is indeed the most likely to be realized among all decisive weapons.

Seeing Tire appearing in the laboratory, Martin immediately put down his work and walked over.

"Are you here? I was just going to report to you. According to your instructions, 476 pathogens have been released. When they arrive in Triumph City, it is expected that all survivors in the city will be infected, and in 14 Symptoms appeared within ~30 days... Is it really okay to not have a genetic source code? Although it is too late for you to regret it now."

Even if there is a genetic source code, there is no guarantee that the Vaillant people will not be infected 100%, but at least it will not be as serious as other survivors.

Facing his inquiry, Tire was indifferent.

"No problem, that's what I planned from the beginning... It's better to say, this is better."

Just as Lei Ze guessed, he said this in a cold-blooded tone.

Martin stared at the respected legion commander for a while, then sighed softly and said.

"What a madman, aren't you worried about getting infected?"

But then again, even if this guy is infected with the death agent, he won't really die.

Martin realized that he had asked a stupid and unnecessary question.

Even if it reaches the stage of organ failure, this guy can directly replace the bionic organ. If it is not cured, he can lie in the sleep chamber and freeze until he can be cured.

Although this virus with a broad killing effect kills a large area, its ability to kill individuals is actually extremely limited.

It is precisely for this reason that he made a prediction in the infection model that the virus would eventually be blocked in the ideal city.

Most of the residents there are equipped with bionic organs, and the medical security system there is also the most advanced in the entire wasteland.

But then it doesn't matter.

Ideal City is invincible only when it stands with the Wastelanders. They are not worth mentioning alone.

"You don't need to worry about my affairs. Now we have encountered other troubles."

As expected, Tier did not take his worries to heart and ended the topic with one sentence. After a moment of pause, he continued to talk about the latest situation.

"The Imperial Guards have come into conflict with us, and now Triumph City has closed its borders to us... I want to know if there is any other way to spread the killing agent without using Triumph City."

After hearing this, Martin's expression became solemn, he touched his chin and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said.

"It's a bit difficult to handle... Triumph City is the most suitable, it can even be said to be necessary."

Tyr continued to ask.

"What if humans are not used as carriers? For example, poultry, or fish——"

Martin interrupted him unceremoniously before he could finish his words.

"Impossible, there is a wasteland outside, and we are in the Wasteland Era now. Do you think the province of Batoya is still the province of Batoya three centuries ago, with an average of thousands of flights per day?"

The environment in the wasteland is so full of uncertainty that species in the wasteland rarely leave their familiar living areas, and those species that like to move around disappeared early in the wasteland era.

Currently, humans are the only ones who still have the ability and motivation to migrate over long distances.

If they want to spread the virus to the eastern part of the desert, Triumph City is almost necessary for their plan.

Because only there is a railway to the Eastern Empire, and currently only the Eastern Empire's trade routes lead to the east where the Alliance is located.

After listening to Martin's explanation, Tire nodded solemnly, and then spoke slowly.

"It seems that is the only way to use it."

Martin, who was thinking hard, turned his gaze to him and asked curiously.

"Which trick?"

Tiel paused for a moment and continued in a calm and even cold-blooded voice.

"...The quarantine area has a limit to its bearing capacity. As long as we evacuate the Velant people from the province of Batoya to the Velant province in the name of 'Pilgrimage to the City of Triumph' and provide them with There are enough ships to help them cross the Whirlpool Sea... Even if Triumph City mobilizes the entire city's armed forces to maintain order, their defense lines will be penetrated by the huge number."

Evacuating the "useless population" of Avent City can also reduce the losses suffered by Avent City in this crisis and increase their chances of winning in the final competition.

However, the moment he heard these words, Martin was stunned.

Is this guy crazy?

Let all the civilians of the Southern Legion go north and charge towards the spiritual home of the Wilantes!

This is... how crazy!

He originally thought that his ideas were anti-human, but he didn't expect that the legion commander would actually defeat him!

Millions of old, weak, women and children have left their hometowns. Hunger, cold and possible accidents on the road alone can kill more than half of them, without even the need for viruses.

Even if the blood of genetic warriors flows in their veins, these guys are still humans, not aliens or alien species.

Thinking of that hell-like scene, Martin's excited shoulders couldn't help but tremble.

"You are simply a genius..."

Tear's expression was indifferent to Martin's compliment.

"Excellent."

He had no time to hesitate and take his time.

After all, the "killing agent" has been released, and soon there will be infected people in the isolation area along the coast of the city of Avente or the province of Wilante.

Considering the proportion of Vaillant people among them, there will undoubtedly be Vaillant people among them.

At that time, even the senior officials of the Southern Legion who were originally loyal to him will gradually realize that the "death agent" strikes without distinction.

The reason why foreigners, especially the Borneo people, are more affected by the clinical reactions in the laboratory is simply because of the physical advantages of the Wilantes.

If you try the experiment with an awakened person with an enhanced immune system, there is still a chance that everything will be fine if you sneeze. That means nothing at all.

It is precisely for this reason that he must let things develop to an irreversible point before everyone is aware of the problem.

Only in this way can we stop those short-sighted guys from jumping out of the car...

……

It turns out that Till wasn't kidding.

On the second day after the envoys of the Southern Legion communicated with Triumph City about opening the border to no avail, the personal guards under his command took to the streets of the city of Avent with their armbands and launched a code-named "Decisive Mission." As a special action, they took a loudspeaker and started shouting on the street.

Unable to sleep due to the noisy sound, an old man about 60 years old pushed open the door of his room.

His name is Bazel.

Due to the "ingenious conspiracy" of these two idiots Tire and Gulion, two of his four children died on the front line of Borneo Province, and one is still missing. Only the one who went to the New World is still there. Live well.

Others would not dare to fight against the Guards, but he would not tolerate these lackeys.

Bazel, who was standing at the door, was about to get angry at the soldier patrolling the street, but the latter looked at him first and shouted.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Old Bazel was stunned when he heard this, and his brows tightened.

"Let's go? Where?"

The soldier said of course.

"What else could it be? Of course, attending the funeral of Marshal Julius! His Majesty the Marshal devoted his life to us, and at this last moment, we should go and see him off."

Looking at that loyal look, Bazel's attitude softened and he muttered something in a low voice.

"Marshal Julius... we should send him off, but I have no relatives in Triumph City, and going there will only cause trouble for others. He will understand my difficulties, my lover and I He will be mourned at home."

After hearing the old man’s reason, the young man smiled and said.

"Don't worry! The commander of the Tire Army will solve your problem of food and accommodation in Triumph City, including the boat to get there."

The old man frowned and looked at him suspiciously.

"Really?"

The young man said in an unthinking tone.

"Of course it's true! Can what the commander of Tyr's army say still be false? By the way, it's not impossible if you insist on staying home to show your loyalty, but war and plague are approaching recently... ...You must have heard of it, right? The city of Avente will be under martial law in a few days."

The old man looked at him in astonishment.

"Is it so sudden? Is this an order from the commander of Tire Army, or is it the unanimous opinion of the top brass of the Southern Army——"

"Is there any difference? In my opinion, they are all the same."

Seeing that the old man was still hesitant, the soldier with the armband urged him to continue.

"If you want to go, it's best to go as soon as possible. There is still a bus to the pier, but if you wait a little later, it will be gone."

"Well, at least let me pack my luggage..." Unable to resist his urging, the old man complained, closed the door and turned back into the bedroom.

Looking at her husband who was digging out his suitcase, the eyes of the over fifty old woman were filled with worry.

She had been listening to the previous conversation downstairs, but based on her years of experience, she always felt that things were not that simple.

"Dear, I always feel like there's something wrong with this..."

The old man snorted.

"Of course I know that something big may happen to the city of Avente again."

The child was too young and had obviously never seen the world. He could actually say such stupid words as "What the commander of Tyr's army said can be false."

Come on, Marshal Julius, how could there be a single word of truth in the mouth of the commander of the Tire Army?

He didn't bother to argue with the guy.

After all, judging from this posture, the commander of the Tire Army is obviously serious.

There is no doubt that someone has cornered this guy.

"Then why do we have to pack our bags?" His wife walked behind him and continued worriedly, "I'm worried that if I leave this time, it will be difficult to come back."

The old man answered without thinking while packing his luggage.

"Otherwise, do you want to stay? Don't be stupid, hurry up and pack up... I'll think about whether there are any relatives I can contact, and I'll wait until I leave this hellish place first."

While the old man was packing his luggage, the situation in every household was probably the same.

The guards who participated in the operation did not know the real goal of the so-called "Decisive Mission" special operation. They only completed the work ordered by their superiors and did their job well.

The cooperation between organizational units at all levels is as close as the gears in a chain.

Some people are responsible for mobilizing, some are responsible for spreading rumors, and some are responsible for intimidation and inducement.

War and plague are approaching the city of Aventre!

If you don’t want to be unlucky, then go to Triumph City to attend the funeral of Marshal Julius!

This is what people in Valeant should do.

They promised the citizens that they would reimburse their travel expenses during the journey, and provide vehicles and ships to assist them in traveling to the province of Wilante across the Whirlpool Sea.

After Julius's funeral is over, everything in the city of Avent will return to normal.

As for those who stay, they need to accept the control of wartime terms and be subject to the greatest embarrassment. After all, the Guards have lost the genetic source code of the Willant people. Now is an emergency period.

Whether it was out of fear of war and plague, or out of loyalty to Marshal Julius, the citizens of Avente voluntarily left the place where they lived and embarked on a journey to the Triumph City , there is no need for those personal guards to talk too much.

Most of these Weiland people are related to the residents of Triumph City, or they are simply immigrants who moved to the south from the province of Weiland.

After hearing the news of the fall of Yongye Port, many of them had already considered leaving Yavent City.

It is precisely for this reason that after hearing a series of promises made by the senior officials of the Southern Army, they did not waste too much time on mental preparations and quickly packed their bags and set off.

Not only that, they had even planned which relative they would join after going to Triumph City.

However, they did not know at this moment that Triumph City had closed its borders.

The transportation promised by the Southern Army leaders to them was probably just some rafts without power units.

In just one day, one-fifth of the people in Yavent City left, and the remaining four-fifths of the people who did not leave were either queuing or waiting.

In order to solve the shortage of transportation, the Southern Army even transferred trucks from the military camp.

The mighty team is like an endless snake, with no end in sight.

At the same time, while hundreds of thousands of residents were moving to the northern part of the Batoya Province, one hundred thousand servant army troops also moved to the northern part of the Batoya Province.

They will be responsible for building twenty camps, making transportation for the Wilant civilians migrating north, and driving those who linger across the sea.

Of course, it is impossible for the Weirant people to do these tasks.

After all, under the constraints of morality and honor, some Wilant soldiers will refuse to carry out orders from their superiors, even members of the Guards.

There is a precedent for this kind of thing, and it often causes big troubles when it happens.

So it is most appropriate to leave it to foreign races.

They will never show mercy when facing the Weiland people.

It has to be said that the Southern Army's mobilization ability is indeed very strong, and its control over society is even greater than that of Xilan and the subsequent Borneo Kingdom.

Driven by a combination of loyalty and coercion, the Wilrants of the province of Batoa are like devout pilgrims, flocking to the broad coastline one after another.

Not only the Wilantes, but a few foreign races also joined the migrating army.

Some of them were driven away violently, and some were driven away out of fear of the Union's murderous regiments in the propaganda of the Southern Legion.

On the third day of the "Decisive Mission" operation, the first batch of "beach landing troops" had been forced onto the ship.

Looking at the rafts appearing on the sea level, Mallock, standing on the deck of the destroyer, completely lost all color in his face, and his eyes widened like crazy.

"Damn..."

There were at least hundreds of ships lying in front of him at this moment!

After discovering that the ferry was unavailable, these guys actually adopted the tactic of breaking it into parts!

Not to mention his mere destroyer, even if all the airships in Triumph City were sunk on the sea, it would not be able to stop so many ships!

After all, those people were from Willant, and they had the same blood flowing in his veins. There was no way he could sink them with cannons!

Don't even say he opened fire, if these people fell into the water, he would have to go up and save them!

"These lunatics...don't want their lives!?"

Malock cursed incoherently, immediately put his hand on the communicator on his shoulder, and reported the situation at the scene to the offshore defense fleet headquarters.

The news was reported level by level, and soon it was reported all the way to Triumph City, and then to the Glory Academy.

When he learned the next move of the commander of the Tire Army over the phone, the warlord's eyes widened and he couldn't help but blurt out "Fuck!".

This guy is no longer overturning the table, but is going crazy! They even resorted to de-urbanization!

Thanks to the fact that the two provinces are only separated by a sea that is only two hundred kilometers wide at the nearest point.

If this were doubled again, none of these cannon fodders would be able to get ashore, and they would all drown on the way!

Lei Ze's brows also frowned, and he held the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands. Suddenly, there was a "bang" and the armrests of the chair were crushed to pieces.

"This is genocide against the Wilant people. We can't let this guy continue to act like this!"

Looking at the astonished Archon, this 172-year-old man exuded murderous aura, and his voice was colder than ever before.

"Mr. Consul, declare war on the Southern Army!"