Chapter 408 People Infected by Heroes

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

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

  Wearing a cool T-shirt, Ye Jiu, with her legs raised high, is leaning on the soft sofa in the living room in a reverse Ge You lying posture.

  Holding the latest ultra-long battery life tablet in her hand, her face was full of excitement, and she yelled with joy from time to time.

  That alive and kicking look is completely invisible, just a dozen hours ago, this guy just died once.

  About five hours ago, her brother edited the battle video into a 5-minute short video and uploaded it to the forum.

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

  The smoke falling from the sky, the rain of fire flying all over the sky, and the clouds in the entire sky seemed to be burning. Especially the first-person perspective of facing the hail of bullets, with thick and long tracers recklessly moving around, just looking at it makes people's blood rush and their heart beat wildly.

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

   Isn’t this more burning than blogging? !

  The five-minute video completely turned into a "conscription" advertisement for the Burning Corps, and the replies at the bottom of the video were filled with "Big brother begging for help" and "Kneeling for beta qualification".

  If it wasn't for the short period of time in the game, the slow upgrade of this game, and the relatively high threshold of the Burning Corps, she would have wanted to sign up for the group!

   "Brother! If this is at station B, you're already on fire!"

  Ye Wei, who had just returned from picking up the takeaway, changed into slippers at the entrance, heard Jiujiu's yelling, and replied casually.

   "There is a review risk in other places, so I can post it in the forum."

  Sharing the joy of the game with sand sculpture netizens on the forum is a daily routine for beta testers. As for the fame outside the game, Ye Shi is not very interested.

  And in the words of elder brother Fang Chang, it is better to keep a low profile, and all kinds of troubles will inevitably come out of the circle.

   What's more, this video is not suitable for dissemination, even if it is filtered, it is still an R-rated video, and it will not pass the censorship on other platforms.

Moreover, domestic reports on "Wasteland OL" seem to have a current limit. Although discussions and exchanges in the group are basically unaffected, there is almost no relevant news on streaming media platforms such as bibs and short videos, and official reports are not available at all. can not see.

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

   "Hey, that's too bad..."

"What's the pity, can the broadcast volume increase attack power?" Ye Wei chuckled, and put the takeaway he just picked up on the table, "It's six o'clock soon, and I'm going online. I'll leave the keys and change at the door At the shoe cabinet, if you want to go out for a stroll, remember to lock the door when you come back, and if you buy snacks, buy my share by the way."

   "It's too hot, don't go!"

   As he said that, 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.

   "Tell me, brother."

  Ye Wei looked at this guy helplessly.

   "What's wrong again."

   Ye Jiu blinked and said.

   "By the way, when you wear the helmet, you can't feel what's going on outside at all?"

"That's not necessarily the case. The sound 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, "Let me tell you first, I lock the door every time I play games."

   "Damn it! What about the trust between people!" Ye Jiu shouted dissatisfied.

"hehe!"

joke.

   They were all born by the same mother, so how could he not have guessed that?

  Ye Wei chuckled, of course he would not say that he also had the idea of ​​drawing **** on her forehead before.

  Turning back to the room, he closed the door and deliberately made the sound of turning the keyhole loud.

  Looking at the tightly closed door, Ye Jiu rolled her eyes, lay down listlessly on the sofa, and continued eating melons with her tablet in her arms.

   Time passed by, and the sky outside the window was getting darker and darker.

  Seeing that the number of beta testers on the forum decreased by half one after another, Ye Jiu suddenly felt anxious, feeling uncomfortable no matter how much he sat.

  Finally unable to bear it any longer, she reached out to pick up the helmet and put it on, but what greeted her eyes was not a new world with lush trees, but a darkness where no light could be seen.

   In the very center of the darkness, a line of light blue countdowns emerged.

  【Remaining resurrection time: 57 hours, 23 minutes and 11 seconds. 】

  Ye Jiu couldn't help but harden his fist.

  Damn it!

   Obviously dead for a long time, but there are still 57 hours left, how time flies so slowly!

  Is this the withdrawal reaction Boss Crow mentioned? !

   Hot Chicken Game!

   It's too **** long for the resurrection to take place!

  Jiu Jiu, who couldn't stay idle, felt depressed for a while, staring straight at the darkness.

  Suddenly at this moment, a strange thought came to her heart.

   Is it the same after death?

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

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

  This question is too deep.

   And it seems a little too early for her who just graduated...

  …

  Wasteland world.

  The morning sun rises from where the sea meets the sky. Ideal City, located on the east coast, finally ushers in the first ray of morning light on this wasteland.

   At the same time, a video that seemed familiar to the video widely circulated on the "Wasteland OL" forum also appeared in the streets and alleys of Ideal City.

  Cafe with cyberpunk decoration style.

  Several well-dressed men sat in front of a holographic projection device, watching the projected picture in the light blue cube, and exclaimed from time to time.

   "Hiss..."

   "...More than 3,000 people died in one battle, which is too tragic."

   "Are those in black robes from the Legion?"

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

   "Heart of Iron, I remember it seems to be refitted with a frigate from the Renlian era?"

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

   "The Heart of Steel actually appeared in the 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 to the video produced by Ye Shi, Xiaoqi's edited version focuses more on the overall situation of the battlefield, running through the whole battle.

  Because it is a documentary rather than a game to promote CG, while showing the bravery of the alliance's corps in combat, it also highlights the savagery of the corps and the casualties of the alliance's corps.

   And the victory did not come easily!

  A battlefield of tens of thousands of people.

  There are more than a thousand action recorders alone, and the hummingbird drone is on standby all the time, so there are not too many materials available for editing.

  And considering that the people of the wasteland have a high acceptance of **** images, the video only has simple filters added, let alone coded.

   It is precisely because of this that the shock felt by the residents of Ideal City, and the **** and cruelty that hit their faces, not only far surpassed the cloud players on the forum, but even surpassed many beta test players who participated in the battle...

  As the survivor settlement closest to the pre-war era on the wasteland, the informatization level of the residents of Ideal City is 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, and even bionic chips implanted in the cerebral cortex, can be used as a medium for receiving information and connected to a local network called "endpoint cloud".

  It is a miniature local area network, mainly serving the residents in 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 of Ruigu City between the Alliance and the Legion became the hottest topic in Ideal City.

  This video is provided by a friendly partner of the company, and it is said that a contact person uploaded it privately.

  However, there are other rumors circulating in the market, saying that a certain high-level 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.

   No matter what kind of rumor it is, it is not important anymore.

   Now the "endpoint cloud" is full of anger.

  Although the residents of Ideal City hate war, no one objected to spending some money to give those greedy wolves a little color.

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

  If an independent individual is compared to a cog in a huge machine, then propaganda and mobilization are its lubricants.

  Although the machine can work without that thing, it's just that the strain and energy consumption will double the cost of operation.

   People need to know where the bullets they produce are going to be sent, and on whom the clothes and bandages they knit will be worn.

   In a just war, even workers on the assembly line can drive screws faster.

  Commao Group Building, an office with light luxury and simple style.

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

   “…Endpoints Group would vote yes on our Proposition 771, but in exchange, they ask us to take more responsibility in aid.”

   "How much is it?"

   "At least 30%."

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

   "Hehe, I have a lot of appetite."

  The secretary standing in front of his desk is not human, but a bionic person produced by Leisure Group. Its name is Galaxy, its model is C-100, and its application scenarios are office assistants and health consultants.

  Although the entire Ideal City is discussing the situation on the western front, Kang Le doesn't care how the wastelanders and the legion are fighting on the front line, let alone the life and death of the crew on 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 in trouble.

  In contrast, he is more concerned about Proposition 771, which is being promoted by Cameron Group—“allowing bionics 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 Endpoint Group, which is engaged in intelligent equipment manufacturing and cloud services.

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

  For this kind of thing, the shareholders of Endpoint Group and Ideal Group will naturally not agree, especially the latter's opposition is particularly strong.

   So much so that its shareholders even shouted at the board meeting, "If bionics are allowed to participate in public affairs today, should they be granted citizenship tomorrow?"

  Proposal No. 771 has not progressed smoothly. Except for the support of Kangmao Group, most of the other four companies hold the following reservations.

   Recently, however, the situation has taken a turn for the better.

  Silver Wing Group's exploration plan encountered setbacks, forcing the company to be involved in a direct conflict with the Legion, so it had to make concessions on non-core interests in exchange for the support of the Kangmao Group on the reinforcement proposal.

  Combined with the favor sold to the arms dealer Changge Group, the Kangmao Group already has at least three votes. Proposition 771, which was almost impossible to pass, now has no suspense.

   It is estimated that seeing that the opposition has lost its meaning, the Endpoint Group has come forward to propose Proposition 771. On the one hand, it is estimated that it is trying to sell personal favors, and on the other hand, it is estimated that it wants to pay less money.

  Standing in front of the desk, Yinhe said in a gentle human voice.

  "...Actually, we don't need to talk to them. We already have more than half of the votes in our hands. There is no suspense about the passage of Proposition 771."

  Kangle smiled faintly.

   "Having said that, isn't it more pleasant to win a 4:1 overwhelming victory than a 3:2 narrow victory?"

  Pupil flickered slightly, Galaxy analyzed and calculated for a few seconds, and spoke.

  "If we get 4 votes, I think Ideal Group will probably abstain. The final result should not be 4:1, but 4:0."

  Hearing this sentence, Kang Le laughed out loud.

   Leaning back on the chair, he said comfortably.

   "Interesting, now that you put it that way, I'm looking forward to the devastated expressions on those old antiques' faces."

   Galaxy looked at the boss slightly confused.

   "But, is there any point in doing this?"

   “The point is, it shows our unity.”

  The corners of his mouth turned up, Kang Le sat up from the chair, and continued to speak vigorously.

   "In addition, I don't think the Endpoint Group's request is a bad thing. On the contrary, it will be an opportunity for us...an opportunity to show our technical strength."

   Looking at the expression on his face, Yinhe had a hint of surprise written in his eyes.

   "Are you going to send bionics to fight?"

"why not?"

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

   Gently shaking the **** liquor, looking at himself reflected on the wall of the cup, the corner of his mouth curled into a faint smile.

   "Putting living people into war is barbaric and uncivilized... We should have done it long ago."

   Yinhe thought for a while and nodded slightly.

   "Correct judgment, according to the calculation results, this can reduce casualties by more than 74%, and it is also the option with the highest winning rate... Then, how much equipment do you plan to invest? I will calculate the estimated cost for you based on the calculation results."

"The specific assistance plan is still under discussion, but we have made a promise to my allies that the first wave of advance teams will be sent within 5 days, including the first batch of reinforcements and aid materials. The follow-up assistance will be within a month. Arriving in succession."

   Paused for a moment, Kang Le squinted his comfortable eyes, and continued in an unhurried voice.

"To the west is Vault No. 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 River Valley Province, but they plan to eat this cake alone, it is a little bit Too greedy."

   Galaxy nodded clearly, and suggested softly.

   "According to your needs, in addition to mass-produced bionics, I recommend sending 'Frost'. The A-130 model is our latest research and development of war-use bionics. Its information processing chips are compatible with various types of weapons."

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

"Can."

  …

  Compared to the extremely wealthy Ideal City, the living standard of the residents of Boulder City is undoubtedly much poorer. Naturally, it is impossible to use those high-end smart wearable devices, and there is no operator that provides network services.

  However, although the medium of dissemination of information has changed from a holographic screen to paper, it does not affect people's feeling of the indomitable heroism from the text.

   and get almost the same shock and touch from it.

  Thanks to Hal for his writing, and thanks to the league for its support of journalism.

  Following the follow-up report by Survivor Daily, the deeds of the various regiments of the Alliance also spread throughout the streets and alleys, and those heroic names have become heroes that people often talk about.

  Especially the leap at an altitude of nearly a thousand meters.

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

   "It's really tragic..."

   "I wouldn't take such a dangerous job instead, and I wouldn't do it for any money!"

"No way, someone has to sacrifice. The firepower of the Heart of Iron is too fierce! I heard that more than half of the Burning Corps was killed or injured before it fell. If it wasn't for a plane that suddenly killed and damaged the airship's engine , I’m afraid they will be exhausted before landing.”

   "The pilot's name... have you heard it?"

   "I know, I read the newspaper! It seems to be called... Xiaochuan?"

   "There is a picture of him in the newspaper, he looks like a refined and easy-going man."

"Why…"

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

  In the roadside tavern, a few shirtless men sat around the table, drinking wine while lamenting the tragedy of the frontline battle.

   Thanks to those heroes.

  After a day's work, they can sit here and drink beer mixed with water leisurely, instead of looking at the steel fortress floating in the sky and worrying about tomorrow.

However-

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

   From the hot discussion atmosphere, Dolly only felt suffocated.

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

  Like a burning iron.

  Sitting in the corner of the tavern, she took a deep breath, left the chips and the untouched glass on the table, and fled in a hurry under the boss's confused eyes.

  The next day.

  The "Survivor Daily" newspaper office is as busy today as ever.

  Editors who are busy writing and typesetting, can't wait to bury their heads in the piles of paper.

  Because of the first-hand information on the front line, all the sub-journals of the newspaper, like the main publication, are almost out of stock.

  Although newspapers are printed every day, they still cannot satisfy people's appetite.

   Now it's not just the residents of the outer city.

  Even the aristocratic gentlemen in the inner city have their eyes on their newspapers, and even sent servants to the gate of the newspaper office, just to know what happened on the front line one second earlier than others.

   And that ship Heart of Steel, what's going on now.

Hal also wanted to know how the Alliance planned to dispose of the Heart of Iron that it had snatched from the Legion, but in the news sent to him from the Alliance Office in Boulder City, there was no mention of the status of the Heart of Iron. .

  He didn't even know if the airship could still move.

   Presumably this should be a secret inside the alliance, Hal didn't have the nerve to ask more.

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

  Unfortunately, there is no news from Shuyu, and he only said that if there is news, he will tell him as soon as possible.

   Just when Hal was worrying, a letter suddenly floated onto his desk.

   After glancing at the few lines on the envelope, his expression was slightly startled, and he looked up at Dolly who was standing at the desk.

   This is probably the first resignation letter he has received since he took office.

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

   "Are you resigning?"

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

   "I'm going to... Dawn City."

   Hal knew why, but he still tried to persuade Dao to stay.

   "I'm looking for news for you...can't you wait patiently for a while?"

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

   Seeing that she had no intention of changing her mind at all, Hal sighed, put the letter of resignation into the drawer, and said softly.

   "I will keep this letter for you... I will make a decision when you come back. If you need travel expenses, I can advance your next month's salary in advance—"

"Need not."

  Dolly shook her head lightly, and under her swaying short emerald green hair, she could see a tear stain hanging from the corner of her right eye.

  Although it is not very obvious, it makes people feel distressed.

  The newspaper office was so quiet that not even the sound of turning pages could be heard.

  The editors here all know the young man from the shelter. He is a very smart guy. His optimism and positivity have infected many people, and he is always willing to help others.

  They never thought that one day he would become part of the newspaper's news material.

   Only one of the five hundred people survived...

  The probability of this is too slim.

  Watching the petite figure disappear at the door, Hal's face was filled with sadness, he sighed, and took out the spirits in the drawer.

  Although it’s not time to drink during the day, he still unscrewed the bottle cap,

   Hal muttered softly in his mouth.

   "The war...the **** war."

  He wanted to write poetry again.

   Whenever there is a climax, I will write a text... Tomorrow I will write about Triumph, and today I will lay the groundwork. I am sorry everyone has been waiting for a long time.

  

  (end of this chapter)