"Brother, the number of hits has exceeded one million!!"

In the real world, a flat layer on the bank of the Jiangcheng River.

Ye Jiu, who was wearing a cool little T-shirt, had his legs cocked high, and was lying in the opposite posture of Ge You, crooked on the soft sofa in the living room.

She held the latest ultra-long-lasting tablet in her hand, her face was full of excitement, and she let out a shout of joy from time to time.

The lively appearance was completely invisible, just a dozen hours ago, this guy had just died once.

About five hours ago, her older brother edited the battle footage into a five-minute video clip and uploaded it to the forum.

This is not only his perspective, but also the footage provided by other players in the group.

The smoke curtain that fell from the sky, the rain of fire flying in the sky, and the clouds in the whole sky seemed to be burning. Especially the first-person perspective facing the rain of bullets, the thick tracer lights shuttle wantonly, just looking at it makes people's blood run and their hearts beat wildly.

Especially after landing, the surprise attack that blew up the front gondola bay, and the close-range "street fighting" that broke out in the airship, made her blood boil.

Isn't this much more than Boruto?!

This five-minute video has completely turned into a "recruitment" advertisement for the Burning Corps, and the replies below the video are all "big guys begging for belts" and "kneeling for sealed beta qualifications".

If it weren't for the fact that the time to enter the game was too short, the upgrade of this game was slow, and the threshold of the Burning Corps was relatively high, she would have wanted to sign up for the group!

"Dude! If this is at station B, you are already on fire! ”

Ye Wei, who had just returned from taking takeout, changed his slippers in the hallway, heard Jiujiu's shouting, and replied casually.

"If there is a risk of review in other places, it can be put in the forum."

Sharing the joy of the game with the sand sculpture netizens on the forum is the daily routine of closed beta players. As for fame outside of the game, Night Ten wasn't very interested.

And in the words of Elder Brother Fang, it is better to keep a low profile, and there are always all kinds of troubles when you are out of the circle.

What's more, this video is not suitable for dissemination, even if it is filtered, it is an R-rated film, and it can't pass the review on other platforms at all.

And there seems to be a limit to the domestic report on "Wasteland OL", although the discussion and exchange in the group are basically unaffected, there is almost no relevant news on streaming media platforms such as scarfs and short videos, and the official report is not visible at all.

A trace of disappointment appeared on Ye Jiu's face.

"Eh, that's a shame......"

"What's the pity, can the number of broadcasts increase the attack power?" Ye Wei smiled and put the takeaway he had just picked up on the table, "It's almost six o'clock, I'm going online." I'll keep the keys and change in the shoe cabinet at the door, and if you want to go out shopping, remember to lock the door when you come back, and if you want to buy snacks, you can buy my share by the way. ”

"It's too hot, don't go!"

As he spoke, Ye Jiu suddenly rolled his eyes, got up from the sofa, put his hands on the back of the sofa, and said with a smile.

"Talk about it, brother."

Ye Wei looked at this guy helplessly.

"What's wrong again."

Ye Jiu blinked and said.

"When you put on the helmet, don't you feel what happens outside?"

"That's not necessarily, the movement that can wake you up from your dream can basically get you out of the game, but it's also very fast," Ye Wei glanced at her, saw the thief's smile, and said vigilantly, "I'll tell you first, I lock the door every time I play the game." ”

"Damn! What about trust between people! Ye Jiu shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Huh!"

Joke.

It's all born to a mother, so he can't guess that little bit of caution?

Ye Wei smiled, of course he wouldn't say that he had the idea of drawing Wang Ba on her head before.

Turning back to his room, he closed the door and deliberately made the keyhole sound louder.

Looking at the tightly closed door, Ye Jiu rolled his eyes, lay back on the sofa listlessly, and continued to eat melons while holding the tablet.

As the minutes ticked by, it was getting darker and darker outside the window.

Seeing that the number of closed beta players in the forum was gradually reduced by half, Ye Jiu's mood suddenly became anxious, and he felt that no matter how he sits, he was uncomfortable.

Finally unable to take it anymore, she reached out and put on her helmet, but instead of a new world of lush trees, only darkness where no light could be seen.

In the middle of the pitch black, a pale blue countdown appeared.

[Remaining respawn time: 57 hours, 23 minutes, and 11 seconds.] 】

Ye Jiu's fists couldn't help but harden.

Damn it!

It's been a long time since I've been dead, but there are still 57 hours left, how can time pass so slowly!

Is this what Boss Crow is talking about withdrawal reaction?!

Spicy Chicken Game!

It's too long to be resurrected!

Jiu Jiu, who couldn't stay idle, was depressed for a while, and stared at the darkness with straight eyes.

Suddenly, a strange thought occurred in her heart.

In other words, will it be the same after a person dies?

In a dark room, waiting for the countdown to the resurrection......

Taking off her helmet and feeling the cool breeze blowing from the air conditioner, she stared at the helmet in her hand for a long time before finally giving up and shaking her head.

The question is too profound.

And it seems a little too early for her to graduate......

……

Wasteland World.

The morning sun rises from the junction of the sea and the sky, and the ideal city on the east coast finally ushers in the first rays of morning light in this wasteland.

At the same time, the video that is familiar with the video that was circulating on the "Wasteland OL" forum also appeared on the streets of Ideal City.

A café with a cyberpunk décor.

Several men in formal suits sat in front of a holographic projection device, looking at the images projected in the pale blue cubes, and let out exclamations from time to time.

"Hiss......"

“…… More than 3,000 people died in a battle, which was also too tragic. ”

"Are those in black robes from the Legion?"

"Is that still human? It's as ...... as a beast."

"The Iron Heart, I think it seems to have been converted from a frigate from the Human Union era?"

"That's right, and it's a botched modification ......"

"The Iron Heart has appeared east of the Great Desert, what are the big noses on the west coast trying to do?"

"What's even more incredible is that those wastelanders actually knocked this thing down!"

Compared with the video produced by Night Ten, the version edited by Xiaoqi focuses more on the overall situation of the battlefield, running through the beginning and end of the entire battle.

Since it is used as a documentary rather than a game to promote CG, while showing the bravery of the Alliance's legions, it also highlights the brutality of the Legion and the casualties of the Alliance's legions.

And the hard-won victory!

A battlefield of 10,000 people.

There are more than 1,000 action recorders alone, and the hummingbird drone is on standby throughout the whole process, so there is simply not too much material available for editing.

And considering the high acceptance of the bloody pictures by the people of the wasteland, the video only adds a simple filter, and there is no coding.

It is precisely because of this that the shock and the bloodshed and cruelty felt by the residents of Ideal City not only far exceeded the cloud players on the forum, but even surpassed many players who participated in the closed beta of the whole battle......

As the closest to the pre-war era in the wasteland, the residents of Ideal City are the closest to the pre-war era in the entire wasteland.

A series of smart wearable devices such as clothes, glasses, and bracelets used by local residents, as well as biomimetic chips implanted in the cerebral cortex, can be used as a medium to receive information and connect to a local network called "endpoint cloud".

It was a miniature LAN that mainly served the residents of the ideal city.

On the interconnected endpoint cloud, any news with "explosive elements" can quickly spread to every corner of the city with the addition of algorithms.

In just one morning rush hour, the battle between the Alliance and the Legion in Ruigu City has become the hottest topic in Ideal City.

The video was provided by a friendly partner of the business and was said to have been uploaded by a liaison officer.

However, there are also other versions of rumors circulating in the market, saying that a certain senior executive of the company deliberately released it in order to pave the way for the company to interfere in the situation in the central part of the mainland.

Whatever the rumors, it doesn't matter anymore.

Now the crowd on the "endpoint cloud" is outraged.

Although the inhabitants of Ideal City abhor war, no one is opposed to spending some money to give the greedy jackals a little color.

In a place like a company, the support of employees does not affect the decision-making of major shareholders, but publicity and mobilization are still necessary.

If an independent individual is compared to the cogs on a huge machine, then propaganda and mobilization are its lubricating oil.

Although the machine can move without that thing, the strain and energy consumption will multiply the cost of operation.

People need to know where the bullets they produce will be sent and to whom the woven clothes and bandages will be worn.

A just war, even if it is a worker on the assembly line, the speed of screwing will be a little faster.

Kangmao Group Building, a light luxury and simple style office.

Kang Le, who was sitting at the desk, was playing with the wine glass he got from his old friend Luo Yong, while listening to the secretary's report.

“…… The Endpoint Group would have voted yes on our Proposition 771, but in exchange, they would have asked us to take on more obligations in the aid. ”

"How much?"

"At least thirty percent."

Hearing the secretary's answer, Kang Le smiled faintly.

"Hehe, I don't have a small appetite."

The secretary standing at his desk is not human, but an android produced by the Connaught Group. Its name is Galaxy, the model is C-100, and the application scenarios are office assistants and health consultants.

Although the entire Ideal City was discussing the situation on the Western Front, Kang Le didn't care about how the Wastelanders and the Legion fought on the front line, let alone the life or death of the crew of the Pioneer.

That's something that the Silver Wing Group needs to worry about, they made the mess, and they should be the ones who should be anxious.

In contrast, he is more concerned about Proposition 771, which is being promoted by the Kangmao Group, which "allows androids to participate in public affairs".

At present, the public utilities and construction and development business of Ideal City belong to the business scope of Ideal Group. The digital services of the municipal system are provided by the endpoint group engaged in intelligent equipment manufacturing and cloud services.

If the bionic man is allowed to participate in public affairs, it means that Kangmao Group, which is engaged in medical device and bionics engineering, can take a share of the business that originally belonged to the Ideal Group and the Endpoint Group.

Naturally, the shareholders of Endpoint Group and Ideal Group will not agree to this kind of thing, especially the latter is particularly opposed.

So much so that its shareholders even shouted at the board meeting, "If you allow androids to participate in public affairs today, will you have to give them citizenship tomorrow?"

The promotion of Proposition 771 has not been smooth, and most of the other four companies have reserved the following opinions, except for the support of Kangmao Group.

Recently, however, things have taken a turn for the better.

The setback of the Silver Wing's exploration plan forced the company to be drawn into a direct conflict with the Legion, and as a result, it had to make concessions on non-core interests in exchange for the support of the Kangmao Group in the reinforcement proposal.

Coupled with the favor sold to the arms dealer Changge Group, the Kangmao Group has already mastered at least three votes, and Proposal 771, which was almost impossible to pass, is now no longer in suspense.

It is estimated that seeing that the opposition has lost its meaning, the Endpoint Group is now running out to propose Proposal 771, on the one hand, it is estimated that it wants to sell personal favors, and on the other hand, it is estimated that it wants to make less money.

Standing at his desk, Galaxy said in a gentle voice.

“…… In fact, we don't need to deal with them, we already have more than half of the votes in our hands, and there is no suspense about the passage of Proposition 771. ”

Kang Le smiled faintly.

"Having said that, isn't a 4:1 landslide victory more enjoyable than a narrow 3:2 victory?"

His pupils flickered slightly, and he calculated for a few seconds before he spoke.

"If we get 4 votes, I think the ideal group will probably abstain, and the final result should not be 4:1, but 4:0."

Hearing this, Kang Le laughed out loud.

Leaning back in his chair, he said with a relaxed expression.

"Interesting, when you say that, I'm looking forward to the deflated expressions on the faces of those old antiques."

Galaxy looked at the boss slightly confused.

"But what's the point?"

"The point is that it shows our unity."

The corners of his mouth turned upward, and Kang Le sat up from his chair and continued in high spirits.

"Also, I don't think it's a bad thing about the endpoint group's requirements, but it's an opportunity for us...... An opportunity to showcase our technical prowess. ”

Looking at the expression on his face, a hint of surprise was written in Milky Way's eyes.

"You're going to send androids into battle?"

"Why not?"

Picking up the wine bottle on the desk, the man filled the empty glass with red wine.

Gently shaking the plasma-like liquor, looking at himself reflected on the wall of the glass, the corners of his mouth curled up with a nonchalant smile.

"It's barbaric to involve living people in war, and that's not what civilized people do...... We should have done this a long time ago. ”

Yinhe thought for a moment and bowed slightly.

"Correctly judged, based on the results of the calculation, this can reduce casualties by more than 74%, and it is also the option with the highest win rate...... So, how many pieces of equipment are you going to invest in? Based on the results, I will calculate an estimated cost for you. ”

"The specific assistance package is still being discussed, but we have already made a commitment to my allies to send the first wave of advance teams, including the first batch of reinforcements and aid, within five days. Follow-up assistance will arrive within a month. ”

After a pause, Kang Le narrowed his eyes and continued in an unhurried voice.

"To the west is Vault 0, and to the north is the Great Rift Valley...... The chairman of the Changge Group is right, we should increase our influence in the southern part of the valley province, but they are a little too greedy to eat this cake alone. ”

Galaxy nodded knowingly and suggested softly.

"Depending on your needs, in addition to the mass-produced androids, I recommend sending 'Frost', the A-130 model is our latest development of war androids, and it is equipped with an information processing chip that is compatible with a wide range of weapons."

Turning his chair with his back to it, Kang Le said in a casual tone.

"Yes."

……

Compared with the extremely wealthy Ideal City, the living standards of the residents of Boulder City are undoubtedly much shabby, and it is naturally impossible to use those high-end smart wearable devices, and there are no operators that provide network services.

However, although the medium of disseminating information has changed from holographic screens to paper, it does not affect people's sense of indomitable heroism from words.

And get almost the same shock and emotion from it.

Thanks to Howl's writing, and thanks to the League's support of journalism.

With the follow-up report of the "Survivor Daily", the deeds of the various regiments of the alliance have also spread all over the streets and alleys, and the heroic names have become heroes that people often talk about.

Especially the leap in the air at a height of nearly 1,000 meters.

Stories about the Burning Corps can be heard in taverns almost every day.

"It's a tragic ......"

"I don't take on such a dangerous job, and I won't be given any amount of money!"

"No way, someone has to die, the Firepower of the Iron Heart is too fierce! I've heard that more than half of the Burning Corps had been killed or wounded before it fell, and if it hadn't been for the sudden killing of a plane that crashed into the engine of the airship, I'm afraid it would have been all killed before it landed. ”

"The pilot's name...... Have you heard? ”

"I know, I've read the newspapers! It seems to be called ...... Laughing River? ”

"There was a picture of him in the newspaper, and he looked like an elegant and easy-going man."

"Hey......"

Although the war has been over for two days, the discussion has not diminished in the slightest.

In the tavern on the side of the road, several shirtless men sat around the table, drinking wine while lamenting the tragedy of the battle situation on the front line.

Thanks to those heroes.

At the end of the day, they can sit here and drink a beer with water, without having to look at the steel fortress floating in the sky and worry about tomorrow.

And yet—

Not everyone is enjoying the sunshine after the clouds have cleared.

From the heated atmosphere, Dolly only felt suffocated.

Every word that came out of people's mouths, whether it was an understatement or a hoarse and low tone, was like salt sprinkled on her wounds.

Such as a burning soldering iron.

Sitting in the corner of the tavern, she took a deep breath, left the chips on the table along with the completely untouched glass, and hurried away from the place under the bewildered eyes of the boss.

Following.

The Survivor Daily newspaper is as busy as ever today.

Editors, busy writing and typesetting, are eager to bury their heads in a mountain of scraps of paper.

Because of the first-hand information on the front, all the sub-journals of the newspaper were almost sold out of stock, just like the main magazine.

Although newspapers are printed every day, they still do not satisfy people's appetites.

Now it's not just the out-of-town residents.

Even the nobles and lords in the inner city kept their eyes on their newspapers, and even sent servants to the door of the newspaper office, just to know what was happening at the front one second before anyone else.

And what happened to the Iron Heart.

Hal also wanted to know what the Coalition planned to do with the Iron Heart that it had stolen from the Legion, but the news from the Alliance's office in Boulder City did not say anything about the status of the Iron Heart.

He didn't even know if the airship would move.

Thinking that this should be a secret within the alliance, Hal was too embarrassed to ask.

In addition, in the past two days, he had been inquiring about the news of Fang Chang, and even asked Shuyu, the head of the alliance's office in Boulder City.

However, unfortunately, there was no news from Shuyu's side, only that if there was news, he would be told as soon as possible.

Just as Hal was worried, a letter suddenly floated onto his desk.

Glancing at the few lines on the envelope, his expression was slightly stunned, and he looked up at Dolly standing at the desk.

It was probably the first letter of resignation he had received since taking office.

And he is also a "star reporter" from the newspaper.

"You're resigning?"

Dolly nodded slowly, and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

"I'm going to ...... Dawning City. ”

Hal knew why, but tried to hold on.

"I'm asking for news for you...... Can't you just wait patiently for a while? ”

Dolly didn't speak, but everything she wanted to say was written on her face.

Seeing that she had no intention of changing her mind, Hal sighed, put the resignation letter in a drawer, and whispered.

"I'll keep this letter for you...... Wait until you get back to make a decision. If you need travel expenses, I can advance your next month's salary—"

"No, you don't."

Dolly shook her head slightly, and under the shaky emerald green short hair, a tear could be seen hanging in the corner of her right eye.

Although it is not obvious, it makes people feel distressed to watch.

The newspaper office was so quiet that I couldn't even hear the sound of turning paper.

The editors here knew the young man from the Vault, who was a very smart guy who was contagious and always helpful.

Nor did they know that one day he would be part of the newspaper's news material.

Only one of the 500 survived......

The odds are so slim.

Seeing the petite figure disappear into the doorway, Hal sighed with a sad look written on his face, and took out the liquor in the drawer.

Although the day was not the time to drink, he still unscrewed the cap of the bottle.

Hal muttered softly.

"War...... This damn war. ”

He wanted to write poetry again.

------Off topic------

Every climax is Bikavin...... Write triumph tomorrow, lay the groundwork today, sorry everyone waited for a long time