On the southern coastline of the province of Wilande, rafts and boats run aground on the shore.

The various ships were mixed with uncleaned wood and waterlogged boxes, and the mess looked like it had been shipwrecked.

And that's exactly what happened.

Most of the Willantes squatting on the shore had a frightened expression, some shivering with their wet shoulders, some hanging their clothes on tree branches, and sitting in front of the fire and sneezing.

And not far from them, from time to time someone crawled out of the sea with difficulty, and with the help of other compatriots, struggled to the shore.

The Triumph City Coastal Defense Fleet dropped its ship, and the sailors were doing their best to help them, using rubber boats and ropes to rescue the poor people who were caught in the waves and take them to shore.

The fate of these Willantes huddled on the shore was different in the province of Batoya, but the situation was more or less the same at the moment, all of them were soaked in the sea.

Due to Triumph City's closed borders, most ferries from Bartoya to Veilant are detained at the Wylande Terminal.

At all costs, the Southern Legion had to requisition all available boats, including fishermen's boats and even bathtubs stolen from civilian houses.

The vast majority of the Willantes participated in the march in the name of mission unprepared.

Those who can take the ferry are the lucky ones who are one in ten thousand, or the family members of the captain.

Many were simply tricked into getting to the pier north of the province of Batoya and into the hovercraft used by the landing force.

These hovercraft tanks are usually not large, and it is naturally impossible for the Southern Corps to prepare spare oil drums for them.

Many hovercraft are useless by two-thirds of the way through, and can only be rowed with manpower oars for the rest of the race.

There are also some unlucky ghosts who are even more pitiful.

They didn't even get a hovercraft, but were violently caught up on the raft by a group of alien soldiers with guns on their shoulders, and then several rafts were tied together and ran across the sea with a speedboat.

Some of the rafts simply disintegrated in the second half of the journey, and the Willantes sitting on the rafts could only desperately hold on to the patchwork of timber and wait for the rescue of the coastal defense fleet on the other side.

What made the sailors of the coastal defense fleet tremble even more was that most of the Willantes who participated in this death march were old and weak, women and children.

The young men of the Southern Army were basically sent to the front, and those who did not go to the front also served in the army.

The only men were either wounded from the front lines, engineers or technicians doing decent jobs in the city, and citizens of other trades.

On the deck of a destroyer of the Coastal Defense Fleet.

Looking at the old man who was rescued by the soldiers, Captain Marlock couldn't help but say.

"Are you crazy? Triumph City has closed its borders, and you won't be able to get there even if you land in Wilante Province! ”

"Close, close the border?" The old man wrapped in the blanket looked dazed, sneezed, and said tremblingly, "We haven't heard of it...... The soldiers of the pro-guard told us that there was a boat to pick us up when we got to the shore, but when we got to the shore, we found that the big boat had gone, and there were only a few small boats that could be overturned by a wave! ”

When he said this, the old man's emotions also became excited, and his angry lips trembled, "Tyr of the dog...... We got to the shore and there was nothing! He lied to all of us! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, another middle-aged man wrapped in a blanket next to him muttered.

"The Guards? You're from Avent, you're from Avent, and it's the 1,170,000 people who drove us away, and those guys are welcome. They came up and said that the League had invented some deadly potion, and that the plague was coming, and that it was going to kill all the Willants. They didn't mention anything about the funeral of Marshal Julius, they didn't say anything about the ship waiting for us, and they just drove us into the truck. ”

Listening to the conversation between the two, a thin woman also interjected and joined in.

"Drink...... And they talk so much nonsense with you? We lived in a small town north of the province of Batoya, and we thought that even if we fought, we would not be able to fight there, but before the alliance could fight, we were beaten by our own people. ”

The old man glared as if he had heard something incredible.

"How dare they beat you?"

The middle-aged woman pursed her lips and said in a low voice.

"The servants don't care so much, they dragged us into the car...... When I was in the car, I left a sentence with us, saying that I would send us to Triumph City, and I would go to the special one! ”

The man wrapped in the blanket clenched his fists and cursed in a low voice.

"......"

There was a lot of noise on the deck, and people were telling their stories and venting their bitterness to the people around them.

Confusion.

Wrath.

As well as unbelievable.

That's what Marlock heard from their mouths, and what was happening in the province of Barthaya.

After listening to this gossip voice, he gritted his teeth, eager to crush his back molars.

"This demon ......" squeezed the words out of his mouth, and Mallock was eager to order a march south to smash the villains who were driving the Willants to the sea.

Seeing the hatred and anger in his eyes, the adjutant walked up to him and said in a low voice.

"Calm down...... Our priority now is to save lives. ”

"Save people......" Ma Luo gently pulled the corners of his mouth and looked in the direction of the south with a sinister expression, "No matter how much we save people, we can't stop them from driving people into the sea!" ”

The adjutant lowered his voice and continued to persuade.

"You only have one destroyer, and we can't drive it ashore...... And if there is a war at this time, it is equivalent to falling into their hands! ”

Marlock's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly reacted to something in an instant.

The Southern Legion drove the populace to the north, with the obvious aim of fighting against the Janissaries and even the border blockade orders of Triumph City, trying to use the "crowd tactics" to break through the quarantine zone they had set up on the coastal border.

He didn't know why Tyre was doing this, but it seemed that all they were doing was hoping that the "dead poten" mixed with the refugees would spread across the sea to the province of Wilante.

And the reason why the current situation is still under the control of Triumph City is because they have nearly 500,000 troops at their disposal.

And this 500,000 army is also the foundation of Triumph City's ability to ensure border stability and set up nearly 20 quarantine areas!

If the two sides go to war, at least half of these 500,000 troops will have to go to fight in the province of Batoya!

At that time, Triumph City will have no time to care about the refugees on the border, and can only let them infiltrate from the border into Triumph City.

Not to mention that the Southern Legion still has more than a dozen steel airships in its hands, and a real fight may not be able to end the battle in a short time, once the two sides fall into a state of war, the death agent will immediately infect the entire territory of the province of Wilante without hindrance, causing the civilians on both sides to fall into the torment of war and plague at the same time.

If you do it yourself, it is equivalent to helping the other party complete the most difficult war mobilization and give the other party an excuse for war!

But why?

Mallock had an incomprehensible expression on his face, staring at his red eyes.

He couldn't understand what the top brass of the Southern Army was trying to do.

Is there any meaningful benefit to the Southern Legion in having the Willant extinct?

He prefers to believe that it was the Alliance that stole the genetic source code of the Willants, and that it was the Alliance that created the "death pill" against the Willants.

At least it would make him feel better and not fall into self-doubt and confusion.

Otherwise, he couldn't help but suspect that it was the Southern Legion that stole the genetic source code of the Willants.

After all, only those guys have a chance to succeed.

And judging from the fact that they are doing everything they can to spread the virus to Triumph City, their suspicion is undoubtedly the greatest.

Otherwise, why would these guys pretend that nothing had happened when the Praetorian Guard announced that "the gene source code has been stolen", drive their civilians out of the city of Avent, and use the lame guise of attending the funeral of Marshal Julius......

But the problem is back to square one.

They were also Willantes, so why would they do that?

Looking in the direction of the city of Avent, and the planks that had been scattered by the waves, Captain Maloc let out a suppressed roar.

"So what now? Is that what we're just watching? ”

"Let's save people first, strategic matters are not up to us," the adjutant sighed deeply as he looked at the vast sea, "I heard that the academy's researchers have arrived...... Hopefully, those people will find a solution to the problem. ”

On the other side, the coastline is about a dozen kilometers away from the destroyer.

A group of Velante soldiers in chemical hazmat suits arrived at the beach in a truck led by the commander and began preparations for the establishment of a quarantine area and a refugee shelter.

At the same time, a shuttle-shaped silver flying machine flew from the east and came to a steady stop on a rocky beach about 200 meters away from the beach.

The high-tech shape and the logo of the academy seem out of place with the messy scenes around them.

The hatch slowly opened, and the group walked down the gangway from the research ship.

Standing next to the gangway, Yashi looked at the refugees on the beach with a complicated expression, and couldn't help but smash his tongue.

"Mom...... That's a lot of people. ”

Staring at the holographic screen unfolded on the watch, Jiang Xuezhou said with a solemn expression.

"Listening to Triumph City, they expect more than five million survivors to pour in from the direction of the Vortex Sea, with a frequency of about 4~50,000 people per day...... It hasn't reached its peak yet. ”

Night Ten shook his head and said.

"Incomprehensible...... What's in it for them? Stab yourself in the face? Is that Tyre crazy? ”

Jiang Xuezhou said with a solemn expression.

"Crazy or not, I don't know...... But they had apparently completely disregarded the lives of the other Willants. ”

Due to her outstanding performance in Borneo, she was recently promoted to a C-class researcher, and she is no longer the little D-class who followed her mentor's ass all day.

After becoming a C-class researcher, she not only gained the authority to promote researchers, but also had her own laboratory and a research ship allocated by the Research Division.

In response to Triumph City's request for help, she cooperated with researchers sent by the Alliance Biological Research Institute to solve the virus called the 'death dose', which was the first task she received after becoming a C-class researcher.

In fact, strictly speaking, it was not appropriate for a C-class researcher to take on such a big task, but because her mentor had more say in external affairs and was interested in promoting her, this job came to her.

But to be honest, this kind of life-threatening thing, Jiang Xuezhou would prefer that her mentor can send a more reliable person over.

Or at least send a professional counterpart!

However, the order to dispatch has come down, and even if she panics, she can only bite the bullet.

Fortunately, the alliance's biotechnology is not inferior to the academy too much, and it shouldn't be too much of a problem for her to paddle a little.

"If you want to win, you have to be harder on yourself than on others...... I'm guessing that's what Tyre thinks. According to our ...... The intelligence on the Alliance's side, the death agent is an indiscriminate strike weapon, others say that it is a Willant, even if it is an awakened person, it is possible to be infected, it is just a matter of probability. ”

Walking behind Jiang Xuezhou, Chen Yutong gently shook the hair that fell on his shoulders and continued in a capable tone.

"Rather than analyzing how our enemies intend to frighten us, I would suggest that we get to work quickly...... For example, screening patients out of the population to prevent further spread of the virus. ”

As she spoke, her gaze fell on the group of soldiers not far away.

Although the soldiers wore protective clothing, it was obviously unrealistic to expect them to distinguish between patients.

Fortunately, the alliance has been tracking the clues related to the "dead drug", and even as early as the first appearance of its experimental strain in Borneo Province, it has been eyeing this thing, and has obtained all the tests needed to screen patients.

If this invisible war is compared to a race, they have already won the first battle.

However, having said that, Jiang Xuezhou still had a trace of sadness on his face and said in a low voice.

“…… But the problem now is that we only have 10,000 reagents on hand, and there are tens of thousands of people in this quarantine site alone, and there are nearly 50,000 new refugees pouring in every day. ”

As soon as her words fell, Ye Shi, who was standing on the side, spoke without thinking.

"This is easy to do, first make a distinction between refugees according to the batch of landing, number them according to the specifications of a team of 1,000 people, a group of 100 people, and a team of 10 people, try to put family ties together, and then do a thousand-level screening of 1,000 people, screen out the 1,000-person team carrying the virus, and then screen the 1,000-person team carrying the virus, and finally 10 people, and then finally accurate to the person."

"Theoretically, up to 4 tests can confirm that the infected person with the 'dead dose' has been screened out of the population."

"Dead doses" need to be transmitted by vectors, and the activity trajectories of these "dead dose" carriers are likely to converge at the macro level, so the probability of sick people will show a concentrated trend.

That is, according to the time and place of landing, it is densely distributed in several limited sample intervals.

According to this testing method, 10,000 refugees may not even be able to use 200 test kits, but the 10,000 reagents they brought this time are completely sufficient.

As for the subsequent influx of refugees, it will be enough to transport a few more batches from the alliance.

Night Ten suddenly had the illusion that he was playing Plague Inc.

After hearing his suggestion, Jiang Xuezhou was stunned for a few seconds, and his eyes gradually glowed.

"It's amazing......"

Hearing this exaggerated boast, Ye Shi almost didn't choke on his own spit, and said with a dry cough.

"Don't do that...... Isn't this just a group test, and it's not a difficult task, and you can definitely think of it if you spend a little time. ”

I heard that this method is quite common in science and engineering laboratories, but he doesn't believe that this guy doesn't know, at most he doesn't remember it for a while.

In contrast, he had more rebellious ideas, but there was no need for that.

Jiang Xuezhou's face turned red involuntarily, and he said embarrassedly.

"I ...... I'm not in that direction, I'm studying mechanics and AI. ”

Ye Shi couldn't help but hold his forehead.

“…… So what did the academy send you for? ”

Jiang Xuezhou's eyebrows twitched slightly: "I, how do I know?" I didn't take the initiative to apply to come! ”

looked at the two people who were arguing, Chen Yutong, and teased.

"Okay, you two flirt and scold on the other side, now is not the time to joke. According to what the ten little brothers of the night said, they will be tested in groups...... It's time to get to work. ”

Flirting?

What kind of flirting is this!

Jiang Xuezhou's face was dyed red, and he wanted to explain, but Ye Shi took the lead to express his dissatisfaction.

"What do you mean by a little brother? Phew, Lao Tzu is not small anymore, okay! It's an early adult! ”

As we all know, Wasteland Online is an R18 game, and minors can't even touch a helmet.

"Really?" Chen Yutong glanced at him with a smile, then glanced at Xuezhou, whose face was swollen into a lantern, and threw down an intriguing sentence, "Then it should be like this." ”

……

Just when Night Ten was trying to prove to a certain girl that he was actually not small, the war brother who was far away in the Glory Courtyard of Triumph City was intriguing with a centenarian.

To be honest, when Razor said the phrase "Please declare war on the Southern Army", the Warfield almost agreed and blurted out the "yes".

In fact, if it was him before, he would definitely choose this without hesitation.

He's a pangolin, after all.

Isn't that what pangolins do?

But it was only a split second before he suddenly came to his senses.

Knowing that Triumph City was closing its borders, it was impossible for the Southern Legion hierarchy not to think of the consequences of doing so, knowing that Triumph City was closing its borders to Triumph City for Marshal Julius' funeral.

They had long been ready to break with Triumph City, and even wished that Triumph City would take the initiative to provoke this conflict!

This is actually not difficult to understand, the Southern Army and Triumph City are more blood than water, and this blood and spiritual bond is even stronger than that of the Federation of the New World and the Empire of the Far East.

So much so that even though Triumph City had abandoned the name Legion, the city of Avent still did not abandon it, but continued to use the banner of the Southern Legion.

It is precisely because of this bond between the two sides that there are serious differences between the upper and lower ranks of the Southern Army on the issue of Triumph City.

If the top brass of the Southern Army took the initiative to declare war on Triumph City, there was no doubt that the final outcome would be that more than half of the soldiers would defect, and the remaining half would definitely not be able to do it.

But not necessarily the other way around.

If the "betrayer" was Triumph, the Southern Legion would have every reason to mobilize the rank-and-file soldiers, turn their dismay into hatred, and march on Triumph in the name of putting things right.

Once the war machine is activated, as long as the troops of Triumph City are contained, the "death agent" will definitely penetrate the walls of Triumph City, thus in turn promoting the plan of the Southern Army.

Going to war wasn't necessarily an option in the Southern Army's plans, but they apparently anticipated that Triumph might react and considered it acceptable.

After all, after the virus shows its power, this war will naturally be interrupted, and then public opinion on both sides will fall in the direction of complete xenophobia with the "continuous spread of the plague against the Willantes......

It only took a few minutes for the battlefield atmosphere team to figure out their ideas.

He casually glanced at Razor, who had crushed the armrest of his chair, and secretly said "MMP" in his heart.

The acting is still weird.

This old man knows that declaring war is definitely not a good idea at this time.

In fact, if you think about it, the old man has lived for 172 years, and he has never seen any strong winds and waves?

Even he himself was picked up by Marshal Julius from a laboratory full of dead people.

This kind of person will not be angry, and if he is, he will not wait until now.

There is only one possibility-

This old Deng is testing himself!

Taking a deep breath, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group said in a deep voice.

"It's not time to declare war yet...... The top priority at the moment is to save people, and it is important to save people. ”

"Just to save people?" Razor frowned and said in a deep voice, "With all due respect, your kindness will only be seen as weakness by them. The beast has bitten its teeth into our flesh, and we must cut off its head with a sword to stop biting at us. ”

"It's not weakness, it's calmness," the Battlefield Atmosphere Team looked at the old man seriously and said in a calm tone, "Commander Razor, do you have a sword that can cut off the head of this beast now?" ”

Razor didn't answer, just stared at him intently.

"I don't think you're okay," the Battlefield Atmosphere team continued, "and it's because the beast's teeth are already on our arms that we should be calmer. We don't have that sword, and a rash attack will only drain our strength, allowing the beast to widen our wounds in the struggle with us, and then gain the upper hand. ”

"And what do you say to do?" Razor sat back in his chair and looked at him with a sinking expression, waiting for his answer.

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group took a deep breath and continued in a calm voice.

"The beast has reached its last mile, and it has pressed the last of its strength on the last remaining tooth. If it were me, I would hold on to its last remaining tooth and let it exhaust its last strength in the struggle...... At that time, it will be himself who will be slaughtered. ”

Razor's eyes lit up.

"Be specific."

"Respond to all changes with the same, and win with no moves," the battlefield atmosphere team responded to his gaze, "We will accept as many people as they send, and we will not only collect all the orders as they are, but also pull all the forces we can pull and take the initiative to help them transport!" He even mobilized the forces of the New Union State and the Eastern and Northern Empires to help our compatriots who were suffering in the province of Batoya. ”

And in the process of this population siphon, they naturally also completed the dismemberment of the Southern Corps!

Looking at the old man with blazing eyes, the battlefield atmosphere group clenched his fists and said in a firm tone.

"Since the Southern Legion intends to use the Willant as their impregnable wall, then we will tear down their bricks!"

(End of chapter)