This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 917: The source of the conflict

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After the agreement was reached, the group temporarily returned to the side of the motorcade.

Looking at Captain Wyatt, who looked confident, the bodyguard and deputy Ogg who followed him whispered.

"Can we do it with these guys?"

Hearing the concern in the tone, Wyatt smiled lightly and said nonchalantly.

"If we wait until we are 100% sure to do anything, we won't be able to accomplish anything."

Ogg whispered.

"I'm just worried that these guys will betray us."

Wyatt chuckled.

"This is the least of my worries, they won't do that."

Ogg cast an unexpected look at him.

"Do you believe in a group of predators?"

"I don't believe it. If these scumbags had any sense of morality, they wouldn't get into this and compete with rats and cockroaches for food." Wyatt took out a wet wipe, wiped his hands, and threw it on the roadside. , said slowly, "But in this matter, they have no other choice."

……

After reaching a cooperation agreement, Wyatt and his team settled in Rock Mountain City and quickly arranged surgery for Hunting Claw, the leader of the cannibal tribe.

The surgery went very smoothly.

Their prosthetists not only installed a set of titanium alloy retractable steel blades and radial bones for Hunter Claw, but also strengthened the motor and neural components of his leg tendons.

Hunting Claw was quite satisfied with the meeting gift they provided, and other predator tribes entrenched in Rock Mountain City were also jealous, and took the initiative to find Wyatt for cooperation, fearing that they would not get any benefits if they agreed too late.

Wyatt is also quite generous with those predators who are willing to cooperate, and the only two operating tables are working overtime.

In fact, the expensive prosthetics were only used to show the Legion's sincerity and to bribe the leader of the raider tribe.

What is really used to improve the combat effectiveness of the Predator mainly relies on exoskeletons purchased from the Free State, assault rifles, anti-armor rocket launchers, etc.

Since the Southern Legion did not have a fixed base in the Far East, even the operating table for installing prosthetics was purchased from the Free State, and they even used silver coins.

Those guys are willing to sell anything, even weapons to use against themselves, as long as they are willing to pay.

But if Wyatt can tell, they are obviously not smart enough.

What other purpose does the Legion have for buying these weapons? It is nothing more than being used on their "old friend" Shuguang City to the south.

At least in Wyatt's view, once the "Guillotine" operation succeeds, regardless of whether the "Tsunami" plan can go as smoothly as expected, the alliance will inevitably fall apart.

Once the alliance disintegrates, the alliance's currency will soon become a pile of waste paper.

When the time comes, they will hold a pile of silver coins in their hands and have nowhere to cry.

While the operation was being arranged, truckloads of arms also drove to the vicinity of Yanshan City, and the raider tribe entrenched in the city came to pick up the goods themselves.

In this way, the Southern Army successfully gathered a group of stragglers armed to the teeth on the east side of the Union.

After getting the equipment, the looters were eager to try it out.

However, not everyone is full of confidence in the upcoming war.

For example, several captains under the Hunter Claw were full of concerns about whether they should join the legion or not.

It is worth mentioning that the cannibal tribe is just a tribe of predators with a size of a thousand people.

Although their leader Hunting Claw is called the Captain of Ten Thousands, he does not have an army of ten thousand people under his command, and his Captain of Thousands cannot be in charge of a thousand people.

This situation is very common in the wasteland, and some tribes even have ten-centurions and centurions.

In fact, the only clans that can truly form a raider tribe with a force of ten thousand people are those from the Bone Chewing Tribe.

After all, those guys received funding from the legion and hijacked many people by plundering south.

However, even the Bone Chewing Tribe, which had hundreds of thousands of troops, was ultimately defeated by the Alliance.

This is also the concern of all the captains.

The Bone-Chewing Tribe has learned from the past and it is difficult for them to imagine their chances of winning.

Not to mention, compared to the bone-chewing tribe, their strength is slightly inferior.

Inside the meeting tent.

Looking at the hunting claw that opened the door and walked in, a burly captain said in a hoarse voice.

"Boss, do we really want to cooperate with those guys? What kind of legion is that?"

His name is One Eye. He was a wasteland traveler from the Prancing Pony Province. He worked as a caravan guard for a period of time. Later, he became interested in his employer's goods and colluded with the looters to do it, and then he lived forever. Entered a life far away from civilized society.

Later, the survivors of the Prancing Horse Province migrated to the alliance settlements, and there were fewer and fewer fat sheep around. He followed the migrating survivors to the Haiya Province area, and lived in Yanshan City. In this area, the cannibal tribe joined.

As for why it is called One Eye, that is another story that cannot be explained in a few thousand words.

The Legion installed a mechanical prosthetic eye on him, and now his right eye has regained its brightness, and it has also added many functions that were not available before, such as zoom focus and ballistic calculation.

However, unlike other fanatical plunderers, he did not get excited about the favors given to him by the Legion, and he was not optimistic about the plans of the Wilantes.

Destroying the alliance will not do them any good.

Those civilized people are like the water source of a river. Those guys who make a living by robbing must have a river so that they can continue to dry up and fish.

Besides, in terms of strength, going head-to-head with the Alliance doesn't seem like a smart idea.

If the Legion is as omnipotent as they claim, then why don't they destroy the Alliance themselves and entrust their own mercenaries to do the job.

Looking at the hesitant One Eye, Hunting Claw didn't take it to heart and just said lightly.

"What if?"

One Eye lowered his voice and said.

"I heard they have a bad reputation... To the north, in the Vale Province, there was a bunch of idiots who listened to them, and ended up being crushed into a handful of ashes."

"I am certain that the benefits promised to them by the Legion may not be less than the benefits promised to us."

Everyone in the tent looked at each other for a while after hearing this, and many of the guys who were originally excited had expressions of hesitation on their faces.

They all knew who the one-eyed man was talking about, it was nothing more than the legend of the raiders - the bone-chewing tribe that swept through half of the river valley province.

The sound of whispers spread.

"...This business is not easy to do."

"Anyway, the weapons have been given to us, so it's okay if we just don't work?"

"That's right! It's not like we haven't done this business before..."

“It’s not a bad idea to sell them to the Alliance. Anyway, if we wear mercenary skins, the Alliance won’t recognize what we do!”

Looking at the people whispering, Hunting Claw sneered but did not join in the conversation.

Of course he also knows that direct conflict with the alliance is not a good idea.

But he also knew that he had no other choice after embarking on this path.

"We have no choice."

Hearing the leader's voice, the looters who were still chattering fell silent instantly.

Looking at the worried or fierce face, Hunting Claw raised his voice and continued.

"For us, this is not just a matter of buying and selling, but also a matter of whether we can survive in this wasteland!"

"Think about why you are here!"

"All the fat sheep in the Prancing Pony Province have been run away. First one or two survivors moved away, and finally the entire settlement was moved away. Without those settlements, the slave owners' farms could not continue to operate. This gang Guys are either moving or preparing to move!"

“Not only the survivors’ settlements, but also the caravans on the east coast no longer took the land route, but took all their treasures to the sea!”

"Think carefully about why you are here!"

Looking at the speechless predator leaders, Hunting Claw continued to raise his voice, injecting hatred into his voice.

"If we sit back and do nothing, those who call themselves civilized people will continue to increase their strength, and then build high walls on their borders to completely isolate us from the civilized world! Let us and Those mutated creatures rot together!"

"Listen to what they are saying! What they want to destroy is not one or two raider tribes, but the end of the entire Wasteland Era! Start a new era without us!"

"You think you are doing a multiple-choice question? No, you have no choice at all, or none of us have a choice! We have only one way to survive, and that is to eliminate them and cut off their flesh and chop them into stuffing , throw their bones into the pot to make soup!"

"Only after they are destroyed, will countless settlements of survivors emerge from the wasteland again! Everything will go back to the way it was before, and we will become the most feared person in the entire wasteland. existence!"

"For our tomorrow, they must perish!!!"

Hunting Claw, who became more and more excited as he spoke, roared at the top of his lungs, and One Eye and the other leaders of the cannibal tribe standing in the tent watching him were even more shocked by his roar.

Everyone, including One Eye, woke up. This deal meant far more to them than just a deal.

This is their only chance to survive——

If the alliance-led order continues to expand, sooner or later they will lose all space for survival!

"Fight with the alliance's bastards!"

"Chop them into pieces!"

"Ouch!!!!"

Everyone in the tent responded with high spirits.

They whistled, saliva flew everywhere, and their pupils flashed with a fierce light.

Looking at the people with fighting spirit boiling in their chests, Hunter Claw's lips curled up into a satisfied smile.

This is the effect he wants.

That guy named Chu Guang must die!

He has been hating him for more than a day or two, although that guy may not recognize him.

Now that the enemies of the alliance are coming to his door, he finally sees the hope of realizing his dream.

He will use these sharp claws to take out that guy's heart with his own hands!

……

While the demons and demons were howling like wolves and ghosts, two "Viper" transport planes dragging plasma plumes landed on the tarmac outside Settlement No. 10 one after another.

When the transport plane landed, Chu Guang glanced at the settlement and had a panoramic view of the No. 10 settlement.

Compared with Settlement No. 1, which already has a population of more than 100,000, this settlement with less than 2,000 people is like an inconspicuous small fishing village.

A two-person-high wall surrounded the entire settlement in a circle, with bungalows of different heights distributed along several straight main roads. Judging from the various shapes, it seems that they were built by locals themselves, not by professional designers.

On the street near the seaside, fish drying racks are hung at the door of many houses.

It can be seen that fishing is the main source of local income, followed by scavenging and farming.

As for local commercial activities, they are mainly concentrated in a market near the northern highway.

There are many local shops there, as well as some trucks selling goods and purchasing products...and most of them are from Settlement No. 1.

According to the information provided by Xiaoqi, half of the survivors living there are soldiers from the Southern Construction Corps, while the remaining half are mostly survivors who migrated from the Prancing Horse Province.

Except for the players who are everywhere, there are almost no survivors from Dawn City or Dawn City living here.

Actually, this is normal.

The population siphon effect from developed areas to underdeveloped areas is true no matter where it is placed.

Especially in the wasteland, development not only means prosperity, but also security.

Even the survivors who migrated from the east would prefer to go two steps further to Settlement No. 1, which has more jobs and more people, rather than living in this relatively low-development place.

Not to mention the survivors of the South China Sea Alliance. Compared to the Death Coast, French Fries Port in the Baiyue Strait is their "spiritual home".

But what is gratifying is that even though this is probably the least developed place in the alliance, supporting facilities such as roads, telephone poles, and signal towers are still paved.

Two concrete piers stand on the rocky coastline.

Although there are no container ships docked here, there are many fishing boats and salvage boats bought by local residents from alliance bank loans parked next to the dock.

At this point, most of the adults had gone out to work, while the children were attending classes in the only school in the settlement.

Even in Chu Guang's opinion, the local development is not good enough, but judging from the active working spirit of the locals and the busy situation on the dock, the locals themselves are quite satisfied with life here.

After all, in the wasteland separated by a wall, even living is a luxury, let alone living and working in peace and contentment.

Plunderers would come to them every now and then to cause trouble, and even if they paid the bills on time, they would still be beaten.

Even if there happens to be a settlement of survivors similar to Boulder City nearby, there is no need to expect the banks there to lend them money to improve their lives.

Weijia, who sells nutritional ointments in Boulder City, Sid, who runs the settlement, and even the Bloody Hand Clan and Brown Farm are all tacitly aware of a community of interests.

Even including the powerful "Old Leech" of Beit Street who seemed to be bullied by predators, and Lister, a merchant before he chose to become an individual.

Before the birth of the alliance, they were all on the same oil press, but in different "ecological niches."

And now that the alliance has successfully broken through, it is radiating a new order to the wasteland.

This trick seems to be very effective so far.

After most wasteland objects realize the benefits of order, they will no longer think about returning to the wasteland.

Even if one day they return to their hometown, they will bring back their ideals and blueprint for the new era.

After the plane landed, Chu Guang met a number of senior officials from the local government on the tarmac.

Including the battalion commander of the militia force of Settlement No. 10, the squad leader of the Construction Corps, the director of the Security Bureau, the mayor of the city hall, as well as the only five elected local representatives and ordinary members of the organizational meeting.

For the sake of coming, Chu Guang shook hands with everyone, and then exchanged a few polite greetings before continuing in a critical tone.

"...You guys should stop engaging in these red tapes. What I'm most afraid of is that you will do this. Li Jinrong can forget it. Wei Fucheng no longer needs the Southern Construction Corps. He has finished all his work and is in a hurry. And you There is obviously still a lot of work to be done. Why do you want to report to me?"

"You should do whatever you need to do. If necessary, I will naturally come to you."

Unexpectedly, the mayor felt unspeakably aggrieved and explained with a wry smile.

"We are also worried that we have not done a good job and failed to live up to your expectations."

Chu Guang: "Then you shouldn't come to me. Instead, you should go for a walk on the dock and ask the citizens of the alliance and future citizens what other inconveniences they have in their lives, or what concerns they have about Settlement No. 10. Do you have any good ideas for the future? Their expectations are my expectations. You come to ask my opinion, why not spend your time on them."

The mayor said immediately.

"I'll go to the pier right away."

Chu Guang: "..."

Looking at the group of people leaving reluctantly, Chu Guang sighed in his heart.

These people who came out of the Southern Construction Corps were a little too obedient. Even after they stepped down from their original positions, they still behaved like superiors and subordinates in their new positions.

It's hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. There are both pros and cons in the short term, but the short-term disadvantages definitely outweigh the benefits.

But what is gratifying is that even under such circumstances, some young people with ideas can still be born in these settlements, even if their ideas are not exactly the same as their own.

Thinking of this, Chu Guang suddenly wanted to chat with Gu Ning, the representative who had been in the limelight recently.

Of course, this must be done after he gets rid of the current trouble.

After meeting a group of "NPCs", Chu Guang saw Brother Quanshui dressed in overseas Chinese clothes not far from the tarmac.

It will be much easier to meet players.

Although on the surface he still shows the majesty of the camp BOSS to satisfy the players' sense of immersion, in his heart he is in a relaxed state.

And you don’t have to worry about the tone of your speech. You can just say what you have to say and say farts directly.

Taking the spring water aside, Chu Guang looked at him and said.

"According to the information sold to us by the Free State's intelligence dealers, the equipment sold by their arms dealers to mysterious buyers has recently entered the Sea Coast Province. It can be basically concluded that the identity of the buyer is the General Staff of the Southern Army ."

"Two of them came into our view. One was a commander named Wyatt, who was a member of the General Staff of the Southern Army. The other was a commander of the former 140,000th Army of the Eastern Army. Kondra, this person once served for the Eastern Army’s eastward expansion faction, and now he is probably defecting to the Southern Army. There was previous intelligence that proved that the weapons of the Bone Chewing Tribe were provided by this guy."

Hearing the name Condra, Commander Quanshui was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously suppressed the words "f*ck".

This name is quite old, it even dates back to the alpha version, and he almost forgot about it.

Seeing that the manager stopped and did not continue speaking, Quan Shui coughed slightly and said.

"Sorry, I'm just a little surprised, please continue."

"It's okay," Chu Guang nodded and continued, "In short, the basic situation is like this. According to the judgment of our intelligence personnel, the Southern Army intends to plan an attack against me, and the personnel involved in the attack will mainly Mainly the predators wandering around."

"What the hell, attacking you?! How dare they?!" Quan Shui was shocked again and said in disbelief.

That's not to say there's no possibility. The success rate of doing this on the alliance's territory is actually a bit low.

Chu Guangyan said concisely and concisely.

"...This is the most effective decision they made based on the current situation. According to our intelligence personnel's speculation, the estimated number of people in the attack may be two to three thousand, and it cannot be ruled out that they use large forces to attack. the possibility of weapons of mass destruction, so I plan to place the location of the engagement outside the settlements."

When he heard about weapons of mass destruction, Quan Shui's expression gradually became serious.

"...Do you have any specific plans?"

Chu Guang smiled slightly and said.

"The plan is very simple. Since they are coming for me, I will deliberately give them a flaw."

Looking at the shocked Quan Shui, Chu Guang paused for a moment and continued.

"I plan to use this opportunity to squeeze out the sepsis gathered in this area at once. Although it is unrealistic to expect to eliminate the predators in the northeastern part of Haiya Province in one or two battles, it is still possible to use the overwhelming power to shock They are also a good tool."

What is coming will come anyway, so why not take advantage of the Southern Legion's conspiracy.

Chu Guang, a card master, is not very skilled in this kind of thing.

After hearing Chu Guang’s plan, Commander Quan Shui showed a troubled expression on his face.

After struggling for a moment, he spoke in a cautious tone.

"Well, although you may have considered some unexpected situations, but a certain planner does not follow the routine... Well, I mean there may be unplanned variables. In short, I don't It is highly recommended that you take this bait yourself, as the risks involved are too great."

No way.

Who wants this guy to be the "real spring water"?

Planner Gou has emphasized more than once that the server will be reset directly if the administrator dies.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy was also a permission dog, Quan Shui would have really wanted to come up with a bad idea on the forum and lock this guy in a culture tank in the shelter.

Not only does this cause no safety issues, it even has the effect of prolonging life.

Tsk.

Thinking about it this way, I am simply too filial.

Looking at the loyal Quan Shui brother, Chu Guang’s eyes were a little strange, and after a long time he said something.

"...When did I say that I would be the bait myself."

He continued without waiting for Quan Shui to speak.

"When the time comes, I will lend you that blue power armor to wear. If they really bring out a tactical nuclear bomb, you can just go up and carry it for me."

Commander of Spring Water: "...#@"

MMP!

That’s sloppy!

(End of this chapter)