North Island, Presidential Palace.

Outside the window, the sky was already a little dark.

Standing at his desk, Mungo didn't look at the map on the wall, but at the manifesto on his desk, which was only a finger thick.

Or more precisely, the Codex.

Four months ago, they pledged allegiance to Vault 70, and now they are loyal only to the code, which everyone has signed.

In fact, without this damn war, this wouldn't be a bad thing for the residents of Vault 70.

Although they have lost the unlimited authority inherited from their fathers, they can also be relieved of the infinite responsibilities entrusted to them by the ancient oath.

Going forward, there will no longer be a distinction between the Blue Coats and the average survivor, and both former Vault 70 members and the inhabitants of the island will have shared obligations and responsibilities as members of the Commonwealth.

In the future, no one will blame the blue coat for making the road crooked because of a fall on the way to work, the blue coat no longer exists, everyone has to take responsibility for the road under their feet, and everyone has to make careful choices for their future.

They should have done it a long time ago, and they had all received the same education for a century. If there is still a difference in knowledge and experience between the first generation of Vault dwellers and the wastelanders who have been sunk in the wasteland for a century, they are already the same kind of people who are already in the fourth or even fifth generation.

And yet—

There is always a gap between the ideal and the reality.

He had thought that the road would be full of bumps, but he didn't expect that a blink of an eye of negligence would lead them into the abyss from which they would never recover.

It was a blink of an eye.

A perfect excuse for war would allow them to be morally invincible as victims, skipping quarrels that may not have yielded results for years. With this perfect opportunity, they can get conservatives and radicals to put aside their differences and reach an agreement at once, so that the last "snap" of the Federation will appear out of thin air.

And he didn't have to do anything, just ignore it for two seconds when he should have been suspicious, and let the radicals clamoring for war blow the flames that had been ignited even stronger.

The Ocean Current power station has been blown up anyway, so why not use its remains to do something meaningful?

Let's just think of it as Evacuation No. 70.

After all, if some hot-blooded soldier or even officer did something stupid, the survivors' enthusiasm for the formation of a new authority would undoubtedly be greatly reduced, and many of their efforts to achieve it would be in vain.

When the war is over, it's not too late for the residents of Vault 70 to open the doors and cooperate with the investigation, and then turn the case on their back and clear the real culprit.

He admits that he did think so at the time.

And now......

He only regretted it.

Footsteps could be heard in the hallway outside the office, and it didn't seem to be a person.

Mungo looked away from the book, which had been signed by countless people, and looked at the door of his office.

His chief of staff, Charas, was standing there, followed by two soldiers wearing silver-white exoskeletons.

"Mr. President, I heard you are looking for me?" Without the slightest hint of remorse on his face, Charas walked into the office with a smile on his face.

Mongo stared at him intently, and then spoke after a moment.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

"I ......"

Looking at those straight eyes, Charas couldn't help but stop for a moment, but soon burst out laughing.

"What do I have to say? I don't want to say anything...... It is up to me to ask you, Mr. Mungo, if there is anything else you would like to say? ”

Looking at Charas, who was laughing loudly, Mongo said calmly.

"You violated the declaration we signed together, and you betrayed not only me, but everyone. With immediate effect, I will remove you from your position as Chief of Staff of the Navy Command, and you will no longer be my Chief of Staff—"

"Is that all you have to say?" Charas shrugged his shoulders and said with a nonchalant expression, "Will it be too late?" ”

Mungo stared into his eyes.

"The fate of the survivors of the Commonwealth of the Southern Islands should be decided by all the survivors, neither Vault 70 nor you and me."

Glaring at the president, Charas's mouth curled into a mocking smile.

"You are so naïve. This war has been going on for four months, and if the citizens of the Federation were to know that it was a hoax from start to finish, our Federation would collapse in no time! Whatever they invited us in, they would have knocked us out of here. ”

There was a hint of sadness in Mungo's eyes.

"Do you think that's naïve?"

Charas's eyes grew cold.

"Yes, I think so, and I think your naivety will lead us into the abyss from which we will never recover. We've been on the wasteland all along, and some idiots think our wasteland is over, but the truth is that we've never left this damn wasteland for a second! Never! ”

"On the other side of the sea are hyenas who eat people and don't spit out bones, and if we all come into contact with them with the same naïve ideas as yours and with the rules and regulations we have set for ourselves, we will be gnawed away without even dregs! Everybody would! ”

His voice grew louder and louder, and the muscles of his face twisted with it, and there was a hint of hysterical madness in his roar.

Soon, however, he suddenly calmed down again, took a deep breath, and spoke at a slow pace.

"The survivors of the Southern Seas don't need a president, let's wait until the end of the Wasteland Age, when they want to give them all ten. For now, at least, they need a strong man with more vision, ability, and responsibility to carry them on...... I think so and the people who support me. ”

As he said this, Charas suddenly had a hint of disappointment in his eyes, looking at his old friend who had trusted him so much.

“…… Actually, it's not that you don't have a chance, if you hadn't summoned me a few hours ago, but sent someone to give me a shot, things would have come far from this point. ”

"That will only lead us to another kind of hell, useless......" Mungo shook his head, looking at his friend standing in front of him, and suddenly there was a hint of pleading in his eyes, "We have all made a mistake once, and there is no second chance...... Stop it, my friend. ”

The disappointment in his eyes faded, and for some reason Charas didn't even have any interest in being disappointed, only a hint of boredom.

He thought that this guy would struggle for a while, but he didn't expect to wait for a long time to beg for mercy.

What a pathetic fellow.

Perhaps Arzu was right.

And this flock of sheep doesn't need to use those euphemistic means at all, as long as you are a little tougher than them, you can lead them by the nose.

One last look at the poor middle-aged man with pity, he reached out and took the pistol from the soldier beside him, and loaded it cleanly.

"It's too late, my supporters have entrusted their lives to me. Kudos to their loyalty, I won this gamble, and there was no doubt about it, and I will continue to walk with them until the end of the Wasteland Era. ”

"As for you, just go to hell with your declaration and regret it."

"Don't."

……

"Bang ——!"

A sudden gunshot broke the silence aboard the USS Glory, and the doors on either side of the corridor buzzed with flickering gunfire.

Twenty-seven sailors mutinied, captured seven of the ship's logisticians, and quickly occupied the cabin and gangway near the radio room under the leadership of Captain Surrey, where they exchanged fire with the sailors who had arrived on the news.

The two sides occupied each end of the corridor, using the cabins and hatches on both sides of the corridor as cover to pour fire on each other, and the entire corridor was filled with sparks from bullets and the roar of gunfire.

"Stop! You guys...... Isn't that crazy!? Ahh

The adjutant, who had been shot in the arm, fell to the ground in agony and was pulled back behind cover by the sailors leaning against the doorway of the corridor.

Looking at the whizzing bullets in the hallway and the flickering gunfire on the opposite side, his eyes widened with disbelief.

Mutiny!

He never thought that this would happen on his ship!

"It's you who is crazy! And the captain! Changing the magazine of his rifle, the man crouching across the hallway roared, "Why don't you listen to Mr. Charas's orders!" ”

"Charas ......"

The adjutant closed his eyes in pain, as if remorseful of the trust he had placed, and yelled at his former subordinates in despair.

"What the hell did that guy promise you!"

Without a hint of hesitation.

The man roared in return.

"A Greater Federation!"

The noise of gunfire drowned out his hoarse roar, and as more and more sailors surrounded him with weapons, the mutinous sailors went from initially gaining the upper hand to gradually weakening.

Although Captain Sarry had occupied the radio room early, the expected sound of the broadcast had not been heard by the sailors.

On the contrary, the sailors loyal to Captain Dongwen became more and more courageous, and under the leadership of his lieutenant, they regained the controlled corridors one by one.

Apparently the captain had anticipated this, and cut off the power supply to the radio room as soon as the incident occurred, in order to prevent Captain Surrey from inciting more sailors to join them in their crazy plan.

The battle was soon drawing to a close.

With the surrender of two hostage-taking sailors and the rescue of seven captured logisticians, the rebel-held area has been reduced from the original entire second half of the ship's cabin to a small corridor and a radio room.

Including Captain Sarry, who spearheaded the mutiny, only three rebels remained.

Seeing that another rebel had been shot and fell, the adjutant pressed the wound on his arm and yelled behind the bunker.

"Surrender! You don't have a chance anymore! Judgment by the law is your only way out...... As long as you confess your mistakes! Maybe there's still hope of surviving! ”

"So where is the hope for the Federation? By you weak guys? With his left hand on his bleeding thigh, Sarri yelled as he leaned against the iron door.

The adjutant stared at him with wide eyes.

"What hope? What are you talking about! ”

"I ...... What are you talking about? Look what you're doing! Surrey scolded, "Take the corpse of a mutant to the North Island? Are you trying to tell the survivors that it was actually a bunch of brutes with spears who blew up our power station? ”

The adjutant snarled.

"I haven't investigated and can't assert! But we do have someone within us who has become blind when he shouldn't have blinked, and that person could well be Charas and his accomplices...... I trusted that guy too, but the truth is that he lied to all of us and was going to make up more lies for his own selfish desires! Wake up, you, how long are you going to hide from the survivors who trust us! ”

"Hide? Hahahaha! All they lose is the truth, and you don't look at what they gain! It's been a century, and we've never been so united—"

Captain Sarry's voice had not yet fallen.

A deafening roar suddenly came from under everyone's feet, and those who were standing and sitting were overturned by the sudden movement.

"Giggle——!"

The creak of steel cracking down the walls, followed by the sound of water rushing through the cracks in the ship's hull.

The adjutant's face changed instantly, and he felt the tremor coming down the wall, and his eyes were full of horror.

The sailors who followed him were the same, holding on to the rickety hull of the ship and retreating, their eyes full of fear.

Torpedo!

Someone took advantage of the confusion they were in and fired a torpedo!

They were shot!

"Retreat!" The adjutant yelled, shoved the soldiers behind him, urging them to run in the direction of the gangway.

At this time, Sarri, who was cornered, let go of his left hand holding the wound, and stood up with a grim smile against the wall.

"No one can judge me!"

There was a twist of frenzy on the blood-soaked face.

Faced with the retreating cowards, he limped out of the radio room, slamming his gun on his blood-stained chin.

Although it was a pity that he was not able to seize control of the Glory, such a result did not tarnish his mission.

The mission in his heart.

"For the Federation!!"

With a roar, he pulled the trigger, and was swallowed by the surging sea water in a burst of fire and blood mist......

on the bridge.

Looking at the hull that was gradually capsizing in the thick smoke, Dongwen slowly stood up with the console, and a trace of astonishment was written on his resolute face.

He had imagined that he might have Charas's eyeliner on his ship, after all, even he himself had been a supporter of the Lord.

He even thought that the lunatic's supporters would stop at nothing to prevent him from returning to the North Island with the evidence, and even betray his oath under the Union flag to mutiny......

However, what he didn't expect was that the madman would not hesitate to order the Federation's fleet to kill each other in order to win......

There is no doubt that it was a friendly torpedo.

Flames burned on the steel, and the waves of the sea were like boiling water, dragging the majestic hull towards the bottomless abyss.

When a systematic mistake occurs, it is often not because one or two people make one or two wrong decisions, but when the vast majority of people make decisions from their own standpoint, they instinctively choose the next policy accurately from the top, middle and bottom three options.

It is for the same reason that when systemic errors have become a fact, one or two corrections become as trivial as the one or two errors themselves.

This is true for ocean current power stations.

The same is true of the "Golden Coast", which sank to the bottom of the sea.

Including other cargo ships, research ships, and their crews that are infinitely close to the truth, even himself.

“…… It seems that Mr. Charas is ready to come to his senses. Taking off the hat he wore over his head, Dongwen placed it on the console of the bridge.

The road may be more tortuous than he imagined.

Just as he was about to spend the last bit of his life, a sonic signal was suddenly received from the communication sonar.

The source of the sound wave seemed to be very close to them.

Slightly stunned, Dongwen reached out and pressed the on-switch on the console, and picked up the headphone strap on.

At the same time, a noisy sound came from the headphones.

"This is the Dolphin...... Please answer ...... received"

……

Ten kilometers away from the sea.

A submarine slowly floated up, revealing the steep bridge.

Glancing at the smoke rising in the distance and the steel hull slowly sinking into the sea, the captain standing on the bridge said calmly.

"This is the Cold Night, the Glory has sunk, ask for next instructions."

A voice can be heard from the communication channel.

"Command received, return to the North Island after the mission is completed."

The captain asked.

"Aren't you going to meet at the port of Anle Island?"

After a brief silence, an answer came from the communication channel.

"Plans have changed...... There, there was a little bit of an accident. ”

"Roger."

After the communication was over, the captain standing in front of the console looked at the heavy officers behind him and gave the order to return.

The bridge that was exposed to the sea slowly sank.

However, at this moment, the captain who glanced at the sonar screen out of the corner of his eye frowned slightly.

Is it a delusion?

In the area where the destroyer Glorious sank, the echo signal received by the active sonar seemed to flicker.

The flickering was only a momentary effort.

The frowning captain stared at the screen for a moment, seeing that there were no new anomalies, before withdrawing his gaze from the screen.

Maybe it's clutter reflected off the wreckage......

……

The official website of "Wasteland Online".

At the peak of the online and offline periods, the forum was as noisy as ever.

The brethren of the Jungle Corps, in particular, rushed to the forum as soon as they got off the line, chattering and making noise.

“MMP！ This NPC is really a dog, and it robs people's heads!! ”

"Just grab someone's head, and when it's over, you will honk and taunt!"

"That's it! It's so special! ”

"Be content, you guys, you've seen a monster anyway, we didn't even see the shadow of a monster, and we slipped around the harbor and went back. (Squint)"

"At least you missed a face in the new map PV! We missed a crab butt and couldn't see anything but the final explosion shot. ”

"No, we didn't show our faces either, we wore helmets and goggles."

"Hahaha!"

"It seems that the mosquito dude is forced to pretend. (Funny)"

"Anyway, I'm just curious, is that Laken delicious? (Funny)"

"Uh...... I was blown up by an NPC torpedo, and I didn't pick up the corpse, so why don't you give it to you, and you can take a look? ”

"I used to be okay...... I'm afraid I won't have any bones left. But then again, aren't you curious to take a bite? (Funny)"

"How do you taste it in that kind of hell place!?"

Today's big news is undoubtedly that the southern seas have taken the lead, with the Jungle Corps making a friendly visit to the crater on behalf of the Union and Port Fries.

In a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, the two sides jointly issued a joint statement of friendship and pledged to cooperate more closely in more fields.

The Governor of the Crater, Tuning, said that citizens of the alliance are welcome to visit and invest on the island, rather than just staying at the port to do business.

In other words, it is more understandable -

"Wasteland Online" has a new map!

Although the entire crater is only 30 square kilometers in size, equivalent to four "Wake Islands", the local survivors have developed this 30 square kilometers to the fullest in the past two centuries, just like the residents of Vault 100, who have lived in the "well" all their lives.

The highly dense industrial model and highly automated production methods of the crater have forced even the most advanced factories in Boulder City to give in to the wind.

Of course, if you compare productivity and production costs, that's another matter, and at the moment Dawn City's extensive industry is the fastest and cheapest, with at least two-fifths of the Union's [gross industrial product] supported by factories there.

Both sides have a lot to learn from each other, whether it's in engineering or sociology.

In particular, both societies were founded by the Vault and the Wastelanders, and although there are differences in routes, there are many similarities in their development trajectories.

There was also a hiccup in the process, where a group of "little fishmen" swam near the submarine pipeline to wreak havoc.

Luckily, two months ago, when the construction of the undersea pipeline began, players at Port Fries were already on the lookout for threats from the Dead Coast.

Fifty W-2/H water attack planes carried out thousands of aquatic mutants that had been driven to the surface of the sea in just one round of bombing.

After seeing the alliance's strong fighting power and determination to maintain regional order, the Governor of Crater immediately added a mutual defense agreement to the declaration of friendship.

Later, the crater not only lent the port to the Alliance's military ships, but also promised to build an airfield next to the crater for the Alliance's air force.

And all of this is not only the credit of the undersea freshwater pipeline, but also part of the credit of the Torch Church and federal authorities.

After all, if it weren't for those guys, the residents of the crater wouldn't have run to trust a group of outsiders who had only been here for less than two months.

As for now, after using 0.8 silver coins a ton of fresh water, the residents of the crater can only say that the agreement signed by the general is really fragrant.

In a sense, they, like the Luna people who fled to the port of fries, have unwittingly taken the shape of an alliance......

Professor Yang, the king of the Thunder and Lightning Law: "Hey, seeing you make money is more uncomfortable than me losing money. ”

Ye Ao Na I said: "It's boring, it's a garbage game, I can't make an appointment for two years, and when Lao Tzu goes in, I'll blow you all up!" (Angry)"

Quit smoking: ", it's been two years, is Brother Ao still receiving New Year's money?" (surprised)"

Night Ten: "Brother Guang, just let him in, the red name system has been out for so long, is it reasonable not to test it?" (Funny)"

No family: "Don't, I didn't get the qualification for the closed beta, so I can fill the forum with water, and the number was BAN, but I can't even go to the forum." (Funny)"

Midnight with an umbrella without a knife: "Brother, why are you so skilled." ”

No family: "Ahem...... I've heard that, too. ”

The canyon is fleeing the mole: "Strongly demand that Baiyue Company go public!" Damn, let these guys snowball down, I'm afraid we'll be able to buy the entire league! ”

Fang Chang: "What you said is too exaggerated, many of our businesses are actually borrowed from Union Bank, do you think you can borrow money for any business?" But if it can be listed, of course, I will support it with both hands, don't look at how much we make and spend a lot. If you can go public and raise funds, you don't need to expand your business by pulling the debt ratio. (squint)"

Edge paddling: "Damn, isn't your business big enough?" How do you want to expand? (stunned)"

Fang Chang: "Where is this?" Not to mention the Golden Gallen Port project, but in the southern seas, the submarine freshwater transmission network that we plan to build is currently in operation, and the only customer is the crater. This pipeline alone is not enough to provide water for the lives and production of millions of survivors, and we need to build more. ”

Edge paddling: "How much money can you make just selling water?" ”

Fang Chang: "Of course, we can't make much money just by selling water, but the trust we have built through 'helping local people solve water problems' can bring us more profits." In particular, the locals are well-educated survivors, and many of them are as knowledgeable and experienced as the experts at Camp 101, especially in the field of 'marine land modification', which is what we need and even urgently need. ”

Edge stroke: "666!" ”

Commander of the Spring: "Good fellow, you can dig into the wall." (surprised)"

Fang Chang: "Tsk, how can you say that you are digging the foot of the wall, which wall of their house did I dig?" I give them fresh water when they need it, I give them electricity when they need it, and I even provide overseas employment opportunities for their idle people in society, at the cost of something that some locals don't need for the time being...... I prefer to call it, the rational allocation of resources. ”

Night Ten: "Mommy...... The Daily Survivor should ask you to be the editor. ”

Edge paddling: "66666!" ”

Debt-oriented: "MMP, other people's corps commanders can bring their brothers to make a fortune, but our corps commanders will only deduct 6." ”

Construction site boy and brick: "That's it!" Our regiment commander is too loud! ”

Edge paddling: "??? , I invested money, I picked 6. ”

Debt Big Eye: "? When did you secretly vote? ”

Lao Bai: "I pulled the fringe brother to vote, two months ago." (bared teeth)"

Debt Eye: "??? it! ”

Midnight Kill: "Anyway, the governor of the crater also promised to build an 800-meter airport runway next to the island, where the air force brothers can dock in the future, which can be regarded as one of the benefits of that pipeline." (bared teeth)"

WC really has mosquitoes: "After all, we will rely on water and electricity in the future anyway, and it doesn't seem too much to stop a plane on the road." (squint)"

Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "Isn't 800 meters too short?" ”

WC really has mosquitoes: "It's not short, three or four hundred meters is enough for the W-2." By the way, I heard that a new model will be released soon, so you can look forward to it. (Funny)"

Fang Chang: "In short, since the effect of infrastructure construction is good, we will focus on infrastructure construction in the next stage." As long as all or most of the Federation's thirteen islands are connected to the fresh water and electricity supply network from the port of fries, we can gain control of the region through indirect economic means, even if we do not garrison the area. ”

Lao Bai: "Just like Silvermoon Bay?" ”

Fang Chang: "Almost." ”

Although the Xilan Empire's frequent irrational behaviors have caused the Hump Kingdom to ask the Alliance to send garrisons to Silvermoon Bay, and even offered to bear all the expenses, this matter has not yet been resolved.

The alliance has recently been rebuilding its military structure, abolishing the original combat establishment of 10,000 troops and restoring the serial establishment of armies, divisions, brigades, regiments, battalions, companies, platoons, and squads in the era of the People's Federation.

Of course, this mainly involves NPC legions, and player legions can still call their own troop leaders bosses or bosses as they like.

In this way, while drawing cakes with a group of forum sailors, drawing a beautiful blueprint for the future of the southern seas, Fang Chang encouraged them to go to Chongta and persuade Ah Guang to open the first casino in the river valley province - oh no, the stock exchange.

In fact, if you don't consider that the southern sea is on the edge of the Torch Church, it is indeed a place with unlimited investment potential, and the various businesses of Baiyue Company are definitely low-risk and high-return.

However, just when he was painting the cake to the key point, a shareholder of Baiyue Company suddenly jumped out.

Tail: "Shocked! Big news! Σ(°Д°; )っ”

Quit smoking: "What's the situation?" ”

Luo Yu: "? ”

Tail: "Neighbors of Port Fries!" It's time to fight! (ω)”

Lao Bai: "......?" ”

Fang Chang: "??? ”

Night Ten: "Good guy, Ah Guang has lifted the table." (Funny)"

In less than a minute......

The whole forum was boiling in an instant! -

(Ask for a monthly pass, brothers)