In the northern island of the southern sea, in the harbor of the military port, a towering warship is standing in the middle of the harbor.

Its name is "Haiya".

With a hull length of nearly 400 meters and a displacement of nearly 70,000 tons, it looks like a monster lying in a lair. So much so that the cruisers and destroyers that stopped next to them were all eclipsed, like eggs hatched from it.

The angular sloping armor covered every inch of the ship's hull, and long thick gun barrels stood in front and back of the bridge, pointing to the sky.

And the most eye-catching one of them is, of course, the giant cannon located on the bow deck!

Its power cannot be described by its caliber alone, and the barrel as thick as a locomotive does not look like something that appeared in naval battles at all.

And that's exactly what happened.

In the era of the People's Union, there was no such thing as a navy, and this giant cannon was originally dismantled from a starship, and its power naturally could not be measured by conventional weapons.

At this moment, the personnel on the ship seemed to have received a signal, and the battleship, which had been quietly parked in the harbor, sounded an alarm bell, and slowly moved its huge body under the drive of the nuclear fusion reactor, and sailed away from the dock for about three or five hundred meters.

Immediately afterwards, the angular barrel was slowly raised, and then slowly spread out to the sides, as if cutting the belly from the middle, revealing the entire closed barrel.

The violent electric current made a loud electric sound, and even the nearby air was agitated, and the violently changing magnetic field frightened away the nearby fish.

The bridge of the Haiya.

The captain stared intently at the calculated shooting elements and predicted ballistics on the screen.

In that image, a cone with an arc in the central axis spanned the spherical sea and shrouded a small island.

That's Anle Island!

The second largest military port in the southern seas, it is also the stronghold of rebels and puppet authorities.

After learning that the submarine Cold Night was sunk during a mission around Coral City, President Charles immediately issued an order to bomb Anle Island!

They want to avenge the fifty fallen comrades on the Cold Night!

At this time, his adjutant came from the side, gave a resolute military salute, and reported.

"Calibrated complete!"

The captain nodded slowly, paused for only two seconds, and then decisively ordered.

"Fire!"

The blue plasma stored terrifying energy in the depths of the cannon chamber, and it was released in an instant with the order to attack!

"Buzz ——!"

The waves that originally slapped towards the bow of the ship were pushed back by the terrifying energy in an instant, and the waves that followed each other were shattered into patches of fine mist.

The nearby sea water seemed to collapse two meters down, and then bounced back violently, and a scorching white light rushed into the sky from the center of the rippling water wave, brutally tearing apart the black clouds that pressed the sky.

Nearly 70,000 tons of battleships were pushed by this terrifying recoil.

And that's just the first shot!

After less than ten seconds, the capacitor was recharged, followed by another blazing white light.

Not far away, there were onlookers on the shore, mainly military personnel from the nearby military port, as well as port staff.

After the events of dusk, President Charles declared a curfew, and no one could be seen on the streets. However, the windows of each building were more or less open, watching the thunder light rising from the sea.

Looking at the battleship in the distance, which even the night sky was discolored, the man standing on the dock shook his head.

“…… It's too wasteful to use this thing for a strategic strike mission, it's better to drive the cruiser over and shoot a few drones or missiles. ”

His name was Varro, a corporal in the Marine Corps, and he was wearing an exoskeleton painted in navy blue, with unloaded ammunition hanging from his belt.

A few hours earlier, they had carried out the mission of occupying the presidential palace, witnessing the collapse of an edifice and the end of a short but beautiful era.

Although Charas still calls himself president and everything seems to have changed as before, everyone knows that he has turned into a giant "Laken".

No force can counterbalance him.

"Without submarine cover, I'm afraid it's still a bit dangerous to rely on only a few destroyers to escort the ship......," Sergeant Wang Pa, who was standing next to Varro and holding a telescope, stared intently at the warship, grinning the corners of his sloppy mouth and said, "It's no surprise that it dares to drive so far now." ”

Over-the-horizon operations are fought on the surface of the sea, and the same is true below the surface of the sea.

Even the battleship "Haiya", the strongest in the Federation, could not withstand a few nuclear-powered torpedoes.

If the Federation's battleships exist to hunt the Legion's airships, then the Federation's submarines are designed to counterbalance the Federation's battleships.

Vault 70 had been worried that "outsiders" might steal the treasures their ancestors had picked up from the vicinity of the Tiangong, so over the past century, the sea has given birth to some strange brains.

Among them are "cargo ships" such as the Dolphin, which can sail back to the bottom of the sea at any time, attack nuclear-powered submarines developed with their own warships as an imaginary enemy, destroyers designed with their own submarines as an imaginary enemy, and cruisers designed with their own destroyers as an imaginary enemy.

On the surface, the authorities of Anle Island have two fewer ships than the authorities of the North Island, but the three extra submarines are a big problem, especially now that the authorities of the North Island have lost their only submarine, the "Cold Night".

Clearly, Mr. Charas knows what he has in his hand.

Varro looked at the prefect standing beside him, puzzled.

"I remember correctly that the main gun was used for anti-ship, and I am afraid that it will not be very effective against ground targets. And I've heard that a shell is not cheap. ”

Putting down the binoculars in his hand, Wang Pa narrowed his eyes and said concisely.

"The value of a strategic strike is not entirely measured by the number of destructions."

“…… What do you mean? ”

Wang Pa looked at his subordinates standing aside and said meaningfully.

"Why do you think there are seven governors on our side, except for the North Island, where the capital is located?"

Varrow: "Isn't it because of Mr. Charas?" ”

"It's because they're all within a thousand kilometers, because they're responsible for their own residents, that's all."

After a pause, he suddenly smiled and reached out to pat Varro on the shoulder.

"Just like you and me, we have to be responsible for our own identity."

With that, he passed by Varro and walked in the direction of the barracks.

To be honest, he agrees that the survivors of the southern seas should decide their own fate and stop internal friction and outward expansion, but he does not agree with Charas's approach.

Even if President Mongo has problems, he should be tried by the law, not lynched by the Marines.

Unfortunately, he was only a sergeant, and above him there were sergeants, and people who could actually command them.

That's it.

No matter what his children would say about them in the future, they would have to keep fighting for now.

It's just that he always has a hunch.

This war may be more difficult than anyone imagined......

……

On the island of Anle.

Thunder broke the silence, and a deafening roar fell on the sea and land.

A half-ton mass bullet is like an artificially cast meteor, and even if there is no charge in it, it can still cause great damage with pure kinetic energy alone!

The front end of the cannonball was compressed to resemble solid air, and the rear end was forced out of a vacuum belt, and the huge air pressure difference frantically tore at the warhead of the cannonball, burning the little resistance coating that was left.

And in the process, the temperature of the shell continues to rise, until it reaches a certain critical point of collapse -

One of the mass bombs disintegrated and detonated in the air, emitting a scorching white light and metallic solution, and swooped down on the island's buildings like fireworks.

The other two landed straight on the island, smashing into two clouds of dust.

The remaining seven shells all crashed into the sea, bursting into a boiling column of water and vanishing.

Even if it has been carefully calculated, even the rotation of the earth has been taken into account, the distance of more than 1,000 kilometers is too far, and being placed in a parallel world is equivalent to going from "Xisha" to "Brunei".

The actual mileage of the 10 mass bombs in the air is far more than 1,000 kilometers, and it is a miracle that three of them can hit the island.

Two shells that hit the island directly carved two deep craters in the mountain, which did not hit the harbor and submarine factory behind the mountain, and caused no casualties.

On the contrary, the mass bomb that detonated in the air caused even more damage, shattering the glass of many nearby houses, and leaving holes and debris burned by metal slag on the roof.

In anticipation of a strategic strike on the North Island, the authorities on Anle Island had evacuated tens of thousands of residents of the island to the vicinity of the submarine factory on the south side of the mountain.

Since most of these residents are military personnel or family members of military factory workers, and most of them have strong discipline, the evacuation did not cause much chaos.

Inside the command post, Commander Li Minghui stared at the map spread out on the table, and the ashtray next to it was stuffed with cigarette butts.

What worries him is not entirely the battleships of the North Island, but also the bad news from the hinterland of the South-

In his last call-back, the governor of the crater said that the residents of the crater had joined the South China Sea Alliance.

This is undoubtedly bad news.

Not only does it mean that the authorities will face the North Island, which has eight settlements and holds sea power, but they also have to worry about the impact of the separation of the crater on the legitimacy of the Declaration.

This is no small matter.

After all, their declaration is the constitution, and the legitimacy of the authorities on the island of Anle is conferred by that declaration.

Charas was able to ignore legitimacy because he had enough naval guns.

But he can't take it lightly, and the reason is very realistic, because their fists are not big enough.

Now let alone building a few more submarines, I am afraid that it will be difficult to eat for another two months.

Just now, Charas signed his first presidential decree in office, declaring martial law and curfew in the North Island, and has taken full control of the situation.

The first order he signed was to ration food supplies on the island, and the locals needed to tighten their belts to support him in the war.

Thanks to this, the order was not announced by radio, and Charas did not know it.

If that guy knew, he would have laughed out loud......

Just when Li Minghui was having a headache about how to solve the problem at hand, his guards stood at the door and gave a military salute.

"Report! News from the direction of Vault 70! ”

"Vault 70?" Li Minghui was stunned for a moment, the expression on his face was obviously surprised, but he quickly came back to his senses and asked, "...... What do they say? ”

The guard told the truth.

"They want to power you!"

Li Minghui pondered for a moment, did not hesitate, immediately put down the pen in his hand, and followed the guard to the communication room.

Ordering the guards to watch the door and not to let anyone approach, he picked up a headset hanging from the radio and put it on his head.

"This is the Anle Island Naval Command, I am the supreme person in charge here, Li Minghui, are you?"

An answer soon came from the opposite side of the communication channel,

"Chen Jianhong, the captain of the Dolphin, the residents of Vault 70, and their trusty representatives."

Li Minghui frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"What do you want to say?"

“…… An idea that you may be surprised, but at the same time it is the only best solution we can think of at the moment. ”

"You say."

"Let's join forces, or to put it precisely, I hope we join forces."

There was silence in front of the radio station for a while, only a slight rustling of electricity remained, and there was no movement for a long time.

"Joint ......"

Squeezing the word out of his lips, Li Minghui's facial expression couldn't help twitching, and he said in a strange tone, "Is it too late for you to say this now?" ”

"I don't think it's too late, we studied your manifesto and drafted a new one. In the future, the manager of the shelter will no longer have the right to manage all affairs in the southern sea, and will only manage the internal affairs of the shelter in accordance with the regulations on the management of the shelter. At the same time, all survivors of the southern seas have the same rights as the inhabitants of the shelters, not only in terms of education and medical care, but also in terms of legislation, becoming commanders, or whatever...... Isn't that what you're after? ”

When he said this, Chen Jianhong paused and continued.

"Now that we've taken off our coats, what about you?"

Li Minghui's eyes narrowed.

"Who can make sure you keep your promises?"

There was a chuckle on the other end of the radio.

"Aren't you right here, or are three submarines not enough for you to straighten your back?"

Li Minghui also laughed, and his expression did gradually get colder.

“…… Don't forget, I'm the one who doesn't trust you the most, or I wouldn't be in this position. ”

"That's great, if you're the kind of guy who listens to whatever we say, I'll hesitate to take off this coat too early...... See, it's not like we're not doing anything good, at least the first generation of managers educated you, otherwise you'd have to be like the guys in Borneo. ”

When he said this, Chen Jianhong suddenly thought of something, and continued.

"By the way, I almost forgot to get down to business when I patronized you. We have established the Southern Sea Survivors Alliance, or South China Sea Alliance for short. We then plan to rebuild the Ocean Current Power Station, starting from the part of the ocean floor that we have at our disposal, then restore Coral City and its production facilities, and eventually defeat the enemy to the north with our allies. ”

There was still half a sentence he didn't say.

To achieve this, they needed three submarines from Anle Island.

Without the protection of submarines, a few dozen mutants are enough for them to have a headache.

Even if the Alliance would support their defenses, he couldn't bear to see those people with small water pipes and mutants shooting at the bottom of the sea.

Those who are noble should take their nobility into the new age, not go to the end of the beast......

Li Minghui squinted his eyes slightly, pondering his words repeatedly in his heart.

That's a really good idea.

When he discussed with his staff just now, he also considered resuming the production of Coral City and Anle Island factories as soon as possible by relying on the advantages of Anle Island on the bottom of the sea, and getting a few more submarines out while the destroyers on the North Island had not yet begun to be launched in batches.

Winning the support of the alliance is the key to making this plan a reality.

After all, it is impractical to mine the submarine deposits now, and the main processing facilities are in the hands of Charas, and with the little stock of materials on the island, I am afraid that not a single submarine can be built.

"Alliance...... You've already got in touch with them? ”

"Yes," Chen Jianhong simply admitted, "not even the alliance, but also the crater that is already on our side." I'm going to go and try to get the other three settlements on your side, and in the best case scenario we can pull you on and have six settlements, including Coral City. Even if Charas is still difficult to deal with, we are much stronger than we are now. ”

"They won't be on your side," Leng Sheng hummed this sentence, but Li Minghui felt that he didn't seem to have much confidence, so he added later, "Why don't we find the alliance ourselves?" ”

Chen Jianhong smiled and said.

"Do you think they'll choose you?"

Li Minghui snorted coldly.

"Why not? They can even unite with the feudal lords of Luoxia Province, even if we are not as good as the era of President Mongo, it is definitely much better than that of the feudal kingdom! ”

Chen Jianhong sighed and said.

"If you only look at the surface, that's true. But if you had actually been to Luoxia Province, you wouldn't have said such stupid things. ”

Li Minghui frowned.

"What do you mean?"

Chen Jianhong continued.

"The reason why there is still a royal family in Luoxia Province is because the local survivors have chosen their traditions and beliefs from the heart, and they are not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice for this. If the survivors of the southern seas are united around you from the bottom of their hearts, the Alliance certainly won't mind cooperating with you, but if you look around you, are there people like that next to you? Or rather...... Do you have that high level of 'legality'? ”

After a pause, he hit the nail on the head.

"Moreover, they have never united with the king, they have always been local survivors. They built railways, schools, hospitals, including abolition of slaves, which one was for the king? The king doesn't have those things! They just didn't put their equality on the bullets and stuff them on the locals! ”

"It would be better off without you for this sea, I don't think they have any reason for the middlemen to make the difference, they can completely try what they did in the Falcon Kingdom, like give a gun to those behind you. Those guys dare to shoot at you, do you have the guts to give the order to shoot at them? ”

Li Minghui was speechless for a while, his eyes were straight as he looked at the radio and couldn't speak.

Truly......

The southern sea and the province of Luoxia are very different places.

There was no feudal tradition here, and the education rate even surpassed the alliance he was so desperate to woo!

The war between the survivors of the islands and Vault 70 was for equality, and the war between the Comfort Island authorities and the North Island authorities was also about defending this hard-won right from being usurped by careerists like Charas.

If he ends up being a "traitor" like Charas, waging war in the name of the Manifesto and abolishing it in the name of war, he will finally take all the power into his own hands...... The four governors were not on their side at all, and even if they were on his side now, they would certainly oppose him when they came to their senses.

After all, both sides are equally bad, so why not stand on the side with a bigger caliber?

Faith and sword have to be chosen.

Supporting the authorities of Anle Island is not without risk, and they all have to be responsible for their own residents.

But if he chooses to be a very different man from Charas, to be a hero who truly fights for the Constitution, and to fulfill his promise in his oath of office when it is all over, to reject the peace maintained by lies, to be truly united......

It didn't seem to be any different from immediately accepting the olive branch from the Southern Seas Alliance.

Regardless of the past, the current residents of Vault 70 are fighting for the ideal of equality, and have taken off their coats.

That being the case, why not deliver on that promise now?

All he had to do was nod his head and deliver on what he had said, and they would be able to achieve that true union, and he would die as a hero......

A trace of struggle appeared on Li Minghui's face, and he involuntarily clenched his fist resting in front of the radio.

If he had been faced with this choice a day ago, he probably wouldn't have agreed without the slightest hesitation.

But now, he finally stood above 10,000 people...... Whether it was put on the shelf, or what he longed for in the depths of his heart.

Is he a saint at all......

It's so hard!

As if sensing his hesitation, a word of earnest advice came over the radio again.

"Admit it, this is not the province of Luoxia, nor is it the province of Borneo, neither Charas nor you have a chance to be that king, the guy who first burned his ass has already lost his hat and ran."

"If you think you're more professional than that guy, you can gamble with that unrealistic idea, but if he can run away, you can't! Or you'll make good on your promise on the radio and make the last thing you started! ”

Chen Jianhong said word by word, repeating what he had heard on the radio.

It doesn't matter if he's the guy's words or not, but at least it comes out of his mouth.

“…… We will never compromise with the beast, let alone accept peace maintained by lies. ”

"What we need is real unity!"

"Really!"

……

……

“…… We will not compromise with the beasts, and we will not tolerate the Torch Church continuing their foolish experiments as they lead the last pure land under our feet into an irretrievable abyss! ”

Dawning City, the synagogue of the Adhesive Community Building.

More than 200 people sat in the semi-arc conference hall, and solemn voices echoed above the heads of each participant.

Sitting here are representatives of the various settlements.

The farthest ones are from Triumph City and Ideal City, and the nearest ones are the kingdoms next door, even the Junk City just east of Dawn, and the Bougerra Free State farther away from the Great Rift Valley.

In addition, there are a large number of survivors from the eastern and western provinces, who vary in strength, but most of them play a relatively important role in the local area.

The entire conference building was completed by the construction team of the company and the college, and the commander of the regiment served as the project supervisor, so the construction period that could have been completed in one month ended up taking only two months.

Compared to the inconsequential edifice itself, the more than 200 people who sat during the meeting were mostly the diplomatic achievements of the Alliance.

After all, whether they were drawn here by the Legion, the Academy, or the Enterprise, it was the Alliance that brought them here from all over the Continent of Middle-earth.

And at this moment, the respected administrator of the alliance was standing on the podium in the center of the venue and making an impassioned speech.

Countless pairs of eyes converged on the man's body, especially the representative from the academy, who listened very carefully, and even turned on the video function of the bionic prosthetic eye and the vertical stabilization of the neck prosthesis to ensure that the lens would not shake.

It's like that's some important sociological material.

Of course, maybe that guy is used to it, I heard that everyone in the academy is like this.

Bennott, who was sitting in the front row with Erlang's legs crossed, pouted disapprovingly, not listening very carefully.

Maybe the guy was right, the survivors of the wasteland should do something together, at least unite on the issue of "mutant slime molds", which threatens everyone's survival.

But is this a problem that can be solved by just touching the lips?

The guy sitting here counts as one, including the guy standing on the stage, which one of them represents more than the sacrifice that the Willant people made to solve the mutant slime mold?

Is it a business that is free behind closed doors? Or an academy that hides behind a swamp of wandering "shipbuilding behind closed doors"?

Not to mention the alliance that has only been established for a few years, and the people who died at the hands of slime molds are afraid that many of them have not died at their hands, so let's wait for fifty years to compare with them.

Some of the young officers may have forgotten, but he knew all too well the history of the blood and tears of the Willants.

The guys in the War Construction Committee "created" them to deal with slime molds, and the reason why the bridge of their nose changed from a shackle to a medal today is because they beat it little by little with their fists!

As for the "allies" sitting next to him, what kind of empire, Bennault didn't bother to look at him at all.

There are no mutant slime molds in Borneo Province at all, and those guys have been fighting with their own people all their lives, making labels and sticking them to fight again without labels, and it has only stopped for these years. However, according to the governor sent there by Triumph City, it seems that the fight has been about to break out again recently.

Bennott couldn't help but yawn, and his eyes drifted boredly towards the company that was also sitting in the front row.

He didn't even have to guess that guy had reached a private agreement with the alliance before the meeting, and he would definitely vote in favor of it for a while.

As he yawned, the guy who sat next to him, whom he despised the most, reacted very differently to the voice on the podium.

Staring intently at the figure standing in front of the podium, Niyang, who was present in place of the Duke of Galava, could not help but hold his breath, and his small eyes were full of enthusiasm and longing, like a mouse hiding under the shadow of the stove against the oil lamp.

It would be nice if he could follow by that adult's side, he would be a rat clan for another ten lifetimes......

The subdued voice was like a war drum, and just listening to him make Niyan feel his heart pounding, as if it was about to fly out of his throat.

Compared with the adult who was shining with a warm light all over his body, his "honorable" Duke was simply a scumbag!

Nope-

How dare that sick man compare with this adult?

Not to mention that the guy can't be compared to the adult, even the big nose sitting next to him is just a mouse in the gutter in front of the adult.

When it comes to bloodlines, who could be purer than the bloodlines sheltered by the Sanctuary?

In terms of ability, it only took them a few years to get up from the rubble!

Not to mention knowledge and experience, the smartest creatures in the wasteland have sharpened their heads and run to them. Even the most stingy and despicable fellows in the north reluctantly admit that they do have some knowledge that they do not know, and are willing to exchange real good things with them.

Speaking of knowledge of the League, Nyyan, who never missed a single newspaper, can even confidently say that he knows this place better than the people who live here, and even knows the Lord better than they do!

There is no doubt that he is a true fan of that adult!

Although he was well aware of his identity, he was just a lowly rat-people......

As for the filthy robber sitting next to him, Niyan didn't bother to look at him at all.

The Duke of Galava could not see clearly, nor could his Majesty, but he knew very well which beast had harmed his fellow man the most.

Chu Guang, who was standing on the podium, suddenly felt a chill, as if he had been peeped at by something.

It turns out that too high a perception is not necessarily a good thing, and it is easy to become suspicious.

The vast majority of the people sitting here stared at him, listening to every word, every word he said.

There's no need to stare at ......

I'm puzzled, but now is not the time to pay attention to such a trivial matter.

Chu Guang, who had carried out the speech to the end, clenched his right fist and placed it on the podium lightly or heavily.

“…… Ladies and gentlemen, we are facing the worst crisis in two hundred years since entering the Wasteland Age! ”

"If we don't take advantage of its fledgling wings and completely strangle it in the cradle, all our efforts to rebuild this world will be in vain!"

"We will be the first to attack the Torch Church's sphere of influence from the north! However, our strength alone is not enough to solve all problems, and I need you to put aside your unresolved contradictions and controversies for a while, at least for now-"

"Let's unite again for the same goal!"

With blazing eyes on the entire venue, Chu Guang rested his hands on the lecture table.

As he expected, applause began in the first row and spread to the audience in a matter of moments.

Whether it's their allies, their former rivals, or the empires that have just clashed......

All of them, without exception, voted in favor - for this just war.

In fact, from the very beginning, Chu Guang had no doubt that the Torch Church did not have even the slightest chance of winning.

The group of madmen tried their best to make a painstaking layout, but they only attracted a few islands, and they were also co-opted by a detached person.

On his own side, through the victory four months ago and the four months of lobbying and mobilization, he has gathered a force far more powerful than the "kingdom of heaven" in the mouths of those madmen.

No matter what kind of struggle those lunatics are going to do.

From the moment they attempted to turn against all the survivors of the wasteland, their fate was sealed!

(End of chapter)