Chapter 408 People Infected by Heroes (1/2)

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

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

Ye Jiu, wearing a cool T-shirt, raised her legs high, lying on the soft sofa in the living room in a reverse Ge You lying position.

She held the latest ultra-long-life tablet in her hands, her face full of excitement, and occasionally shouted with joy.

You can't tell from the lively look that this guy just died once just a dozen hours ago.

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

This is not only his perspective, but also includes 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 sky seemed to be burning. Especially the first-person perspective facing the rain of bullets, the thick and long tracers shuttled freely, just watching it made people's blood boil and their hearts beat wildly.

Especially after landing, the sudden attack that destroyed the front gun cabin, and the close-range "street fighting" that broke out in the airship, made her blood boil.

Isn't this more exciting than Boruto? !

This five-minute video has completely become a "recruitment" advertisement for the Burning Corps. The replies below the video are all "Big brother, please take me" and "begging for closed beta qualification".

If it weren't for the short time since entering 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 was on Bilibili, you would have been very popular!"

Ye Wei, who had just returned from picking up the takeaway, changed his slippers at the entrance. Hearing Jiujiu's yelling, he replied casually.

"Posting it elsewhere will have the risk of review, so just post it in the forum."

Sharing the joy of the game with the silly netizens on the forum is the daily routine of closed beta players. As for fame outside the game, Ye Shi is not very interested.

And in the words of Brother Fang, it is better to be low-key. There will always be all kinds of troubles if you go out of the circle.

What's more, this video is not suitable for dissemination. Even with the addition of filters, it is an R-rated video, and it will not pass the review on other platforms.

Moreover, there seems to be a limit on the flow of domestic reports on "Wasteland OL". Although the discussion and communication in the group is basically unaffected, there is almost no related news on Weibo, short videos and other streaming media platforms, and there is no official report at all.

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

"Oh, that's a pity..."

"What's a pity, can the number of views increase attack power?" Ye Wei laughed and put the takeaway he just took on the table, "It's almost six o'clock, I'm going online. I'll put the keys and change in the shoe cabinet at the door. If you want to go out for a walk, remember to lock the door when you come back. If you buy snacks, buy my share by the way."

"It's too hot, I won't go!"

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

"By the way, brother."

Ye Wei looked at this guy helplessly.

"What's wrong again?" Ye Jiu blinked and said. "When you put on the helmet, can you not feel anything happening outside?" "That may not be the case. The noise that can wake you up from your dream can basically wake you up from the game, but it's also very fast to connect," Ye Wei glanced at her, saw the sly smile, and said vigilantly, "Let me tell you first, I always lock the door when I play games." "Damn it! Trust between people!" Ye Jiu yelled dissatisfiedly. "Haha!" Just kidding. They are all born of the same mother, how can he not guess that little little thought? Ye Wei laughed, of course he wouldn't say that he had thought of drawing a turtle on her forehead before. He turned back to the room, closed the door, and deliberately made the sound of turning the keyhole louder. Looking at the tightly closed door, Ye Jiu rolled his eyes, lay back on the sofa listlessly, and continued to eat melons with the tablet in his arms. Time passed by minute by minute, and the sky outside the window became darker and darker. Seeing that the number of closed beta players who spammed the forums was gradually reduced by half, Ye Jiu suddenly felt anxious. She felt uncomfortable no matter how she sat.

Finally, she couldn't help it. She reached out and put on the helmet. However, what she saw was not a new world with lush trees, but a dark place without light.

In the center of the darkness, a line of light blue countdown appeared.

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

Ye Jiu couldn't help but harden her fist.

Damn it!

It's been a long time since I died, but there are still 57 hours left. How can time pass so slowly!

Is this the withdrawal reaction that Boss Crow said? !

Rubbish game!

Such a long resurrection time is too damn bad!

Jiu Jiu, who couldn't sit still, felt depressed and stared at the darkness with her eyes wide open.

Suddenly, a strange thought came to her mind.

Is it the same after death?

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

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

This question is too profound.

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, and the ideal city located on the east coast finally welcomes the first ray of morning light in 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 of Ideal City.

A cafe decorated in a cyberpunk style.

Several men in formal suits sat in front of a holographic projection device, looking at the images projected in the light blue cube, exclaiming in amazement from time to time.

"hiss……"

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

"Are those people wearing black robes from the Legion?"

"Is that still a human being? He's just like a beast..."

"Heart of Steel, I remember it seemed to be modified from a frigate from the People's Alliance era?"

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

"The Heart of Steel actually appeared east of the Great Desert. What do the big noses on the west coast want to do?"

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

Compared with the video produced by Ye Shi, the version edited by Xiao Qi focuses more on the overall situation of the battlefield and runs through the entire battle.

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

And the victory is hard-won!

A battlefield of tens of thousands of people.

There are more than a thousand action recorders alone, and Hummingbird drones are on standby throughout the entire process. There is not much material available for editing.

And considering that the people of the wasteland are highly receptive to bloody scenes, only simple filters were added to the video, and there was no coding.

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

As the settlement of survivors closest to the pre-war era in 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 crystals implanted in the cerebral cortex, can be used as media to receive information and connect to the local network called "Endpoint Cloud."

It is a micro regional network that mainly serves residents in ideal cities.

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

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

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

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

No matter what kind of rumor it is, it doesn't matter anymore.

Now there is a lot of anger on "Endpoint Cloud".

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

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

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

Although the machine can still operate without that thing, the strain and energy consumption will double the operating costs.

People need to know where the bullets they produce are going to be sent, and who is wearing the clothes and bandages they are knitting.

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

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

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

“… Endpoint will vote for our Proposition 771, but in exchange they require us to take on more obligations in aid.”

"How much exactly?"

"At least 30%."

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

"Haha, I have a big appetite."

The secretary standing in front of his desk is not a human, but an android produced by Kangle 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 was discussing the war situation on the Western Front, Kang Le did not care about how the Wastelanders and the legion fought bloody battles on the front line, nor did he care about the life and death of the crew on the Pioneer.

That is what the Silver Wings Group needs to worry about. They are the ones who caused the mess, and they are the ones who should be worried.

In contrast, he is more concerned about Proposition 771, which Kangmao Group is promoting - "Allowing bionic people to participate in public affairs."

At present, Ideal City's public utilities and construction and development businesses fall within the business scope of Ideal Group. Digital services for municipal systems 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 devices and bionics engineering, can take a share of the business that originally belonged to Ideal Group and Endpoint Group.

Naturally, the shareholders of Endpoint Group and Ideal Group would not agree with this kind of thing, especially the latter's strong opposition.

So much so that its shareholders even shouted at the board of directors meeting, "If androids are allowed to participate in public affairs today, will they have to give citizenship to androids tomorrow?" This is an unreasonable fallacy.

The progress of Proposition 771 has not been smooth. Except for the support of Kangmao Group, most of the other four companies have reserved opinions.

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

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

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

Seeing that the opposition has lost its meaning, the Endpoint Group is now raising the issue of Proposition 771. On the one hand, it is probably to sell a favor, and on the other hand, it is probably to reduce the money.

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

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

Kang Le smiled faintly.

"Having said that, isn't an overwhelming victory of 4:1 more satisfying than a narrow defeat of 3:2?"

His pupils flickered slightly, he analyzed and calculated the Milky Way for a few seconds, and then he spoke.

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

Hearing this, Kang Le laughed out loud.

Leaning back in the chair, he said with a contented expression.

"Interesting, when you say that, I look forward to the frustrated expressions on those old antiques' faces more and more."

Galaxy looked at the boss slightly confused.

"But what's the point of 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 speaking energetically.

"In addition, regarding the requirements of the Endpoint Group, I don't think it 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, there was a hint of surprise in Yinhe's eyes.

"Are you planning to send androids into the war?"

"why not?"

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

Gently shaking the blood-like wine, he looked at himself reflected on the wall of the cup, with a faint smile on his lips.

"It is too barbaric to allow living people to participate in war. This is not the way civilized people should do it... We should have done this a long time ago."

Yinghe thought for a moment 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... So, how many pieces of 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 commitment to our allies that we will send the first wave of advance teams within 5 days, including the first batch of reinforcements and aid supplies. The subsequent assistance will be within a month Arrivals are coming.”

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

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

Yinghe nodded in understanding and suggested softly.

"Based on your needs, in addition to the mass-produced bionic man, I recommend sending 'Frost'. The A-130 model is our latest research and development of a war-purpose bionic man. The information processing chip it carries is compatible with a variety of weapons. "

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

"Can."

…

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

However, although the medium for disseminating information has changed from holographic screens to paper, it does not affect people's ability to feel the indomitable bravery from the words.

And got almost the same shock and emotion from it.

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

With the follow-up reports of the "Daily Survivor", the deeds of the alliance's various regiments also spread throughout the streets, and those heroic names have become heroes that people often talk about.

Especially that leap nearly a thousand meters in the air.

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, no matter how much money I'm paid!"

"There is no way, someone has to sacrifice. The firepower of the Heart of Steel is too fierce! I heard people say that more than half of the Burning Corps were killed or injured before they fell. If it hadn't been for a plane that suddenly hit and damaged the engine of the airship. , I’m afraid everyone will be exhausted before they even land.”

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

"I know, I've 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 intensity of discussion has not diminished at all.

In a roadside tavern, several shirtless men sat around the table, drinking wine and lamenting the horror of the battle on the front line.

Thanks to those heroes.

They can sit here and drink watered beer leisurely after a day's work without having to look at the steel fortress floating in the sky and worry about tomorrow.

However--

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

From the heated atmosphere, Dolly only felt suffocated.

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

Like a burning iron.

Sitting in the corner of the tavern, she took a deep breath, left the chips and the completely untouched cup on the table, and hurriedly fled under the confused eyes of the boss.

The next day.

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

The editors who were busy writing and typesetting could not wait to bury their heads in the mountains of paper.

Because they have first-hand information from the front line, all sub-magazines under the newspaper are almost sold out like the main magazine.

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

Now it’s not just residents of the outer cities.

Even the nobles in the inner city were eyeing their newspapers, and even sent servants to the door of the newspaper office, just to know what was happening on the front one second before others.

And what is the situation of the Heart of Steel now.

Hal also wanted to know what the Alliance planned to do with the Heart of Steel seized from the Legion, but the news sent to him from the Alliance office in Boulder City did not mention a word about the status of the Heart of Steel. .

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

Thinking that this should be an internal secret of the alliance, Hal was too embarrassed to ask more questions.

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

Unfortunately, there was no news from Shuyu. He only said that if there was news, he would be informed as soon as possible.

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

After looking at a few lines of words on the envelope, his expression was slightly startled, and he looked up at Dolly, who was standing in front of the desk.

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

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

"You want to resign?"

Dolly nodded slowly and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

"I plan to go to... Dawn City."

Hal knew why, but he still tried to persuade him.

"I'm getting information for you...can't you wait patiently for a while?"

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

Seeing that she had no intention of changing her mind, Hal sighed, put the resignation letter 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 salary for next month in advance——"

"Need not."

Dolly shook her head slightly. Under her swaying short emerald green hair, a trace of tears could be seen hanging in the corner of her right eye.

Although it's not very obvious, it makes people feel distressed to see it.

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

The editors here all know the young man from the shelter. He is a very smart young man. 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 is really slim.

Watching the petite figure disappear from the door, Hal had a touch of sadness written on his face, sighed, and took out the liquor in the drawer.

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

Hal muttered softly.

"War... this damn war."

He wanted to write poetry again.