Chapter 721 Plans Always Fail to Keep up with Changes (1/2)

North Island, Presidential Palace.

The sky outside the window has turned a little hazy.

Standing in front of his desk, Mengge did not look at the map on the wall, but stared at the manifesto that was only one finger thick on his desk.

Or more accurately, a codex.

Four months ago, their allegiance was to Vault 70, and now they are only loyal to this codex signed by everyone.

In fact, if there hadn't been this damn war, this wouldn't be a bad thing for the residents of Vault 70.

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

From now on, there will no longer be a distinction between Blue Jackets and ordinary survivors. Whether they are former members of Vault 70 or residents of the island, they will all bear common obligations and responsibilities as federal citizens.

From now on, no one will blame Blue Jacket for repairing the road crookedly because he fell on the way to work. Blue Jacket no longer exists. Everyone must be responsible for the road under their feet. Everyone must be careful. to make choices for their future.

In fact, they should have done this long ago. They have been receiving the same education for a century. If there are still differences in knowledge and experience between the first generation of shelter residents and the wastelanders who have been sinking in the wasteland for a century, they are already the same type of people who are already the fourth or even fifth generation.

However--

There is always a gap between ideal and reality.

He had thought that this road would be full of ups and downs, but he did not expect that just a blink of an eye would lead them into an abyss of eternal destruction.

It was a blink of an eye.

A perfect excuse for war can put them as victims in a morally invincible position and skip the quarrel that may not result in a dispute for several years. With this perfect opportunity, they can allow conservatives and radicals to immediately put aside their differences and reach an agreement, allowing the federation to appear out of thin air with just one final step.

And he didn't need to do anything. He only needed to neglect for two seconds when he should have been suspicious, allowing the radicals clamoring for war to blow the already lit flames even brighter.

The Ocean Current Power Station has been blown up anyway, so why not do something meaningful with its remains?

Let's just pretend that Vault 70 did it.

After all, if it were a stupid thing done by a hot-blooded soldier or even an officer, the survivors' enthusiasm for establishing a new authority would undoubtedly be greatly reduced, and the efforts of many people would be in vain.

After the war is over, if the residents of Vault 70 are willing to open the door and cooperate with the investigation, it will not be too late for them to overturn the case and liquidate the real murderer.

He admitted that was exactly what he thought at the time.

And now...

There was only regret in his heart.

There were footsteps in the corridor outside the office, and it didn't seem to be a person.

Mengge moved his eyes away from the code with countless signatures and looked at the door of the office.

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

"Mr. President, I heard that you were looking for me?" Charas walked into the office with a smile on his face without any sign of remorse.

Meng Ge stared at him intently and spoke after a moment.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

"I……"

Staring into those upright eyes, Charas couldn't help but be speechless for a moment, but soon he burst out laughing.

"What do I have to say? I don't want to say anything... I should ask you this question, Mr. Mongo, do you have anything else to say?"

Looking at Charas who laughed loudly, Mengge said calmly.

"You violated the declaration we jointly signed. You not only betrayed me, you betrayed everyone. From now on, I will remove you from your post as Chief of Staff of the Naval Command, and you will no longer be my Chief of Staff. ——”

"Is that all you want to say?" Charas shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "Isn't it too late?"

Meng Ge looked into his eyes.

"The fate of the survivors of the Commonwealth of the Southern Islands should be decided by all survivors, not Vault 70, nor you and me."

Looking at the president without hesitation, Charas's lips curled up into a sarcastic smile.

"You are so naive. This war has been going on for four months. If the citizens of the Federation know that this is a scam from beginning to end, our Federation will collapse immediately! Why did they invite us here? How will we be kicked out of here?"

There was a trace of sadness in Meng Ge's eyes.

"Do you think this is naive?"

Charas's eyes gradually turned cold.

"Yes, I think so, and I think your naivety will lead us into an abyss of eternal destruction. We have always been in the wasteland, and some fools thought that our wasteland was over, but the fact is that we never were Never left this damn wasteland for a second!"

"On the other side of the sea are hyenas that eat people but don't spit out bones. If we all have naive ideas like yours and come into contact with them with our own rules and regulations, we will be chewed up to pieces! Everyone does!"

His voice became louder and louder, and the muscles on his face became distorted. There was a hint of hysterical madness in his roar.

However, soon, he suddenly calmed down again, took a deep breath, and spoke slowly.

"The survivors in the southern seas don't need a president. Let's wait until the end of the Wasteland Era. By then, they will just give me ten of them. At least for now, they need a president with more vision, ability and responsibility. The strong will carry them on... I and those who support me think so."

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

"...Actually, it's not that you don't have a chance. If you hadn't summoned me a few hours ago, but had sent someone to give me a shot, things would never have reached this point."

"That will only lead us to another kind of hell. It's useless..." Mengge shook his head and stared at his friend standing in front of him, with a hint of pleading in his eyes. "We have all made mistakes once. No second chances...stop it, my friend."

The disappointment in his eyes gradually faded away, and for some reason Charas no longer even had the interest to be disappointed, only feeling a little bored.

He thought this guy would struggle, but he didn't expect that after waiting for a long time, he only asked for mercy.

What a poor guy.

Maybe Arzoo is right.

There is no need to use tactful methods with this group of sheep. As long as he is a little tougher than them, he can lead them by the nose.

With one final look of pity on the poor middle-aged man, he reached out and took the pistol handed by the soldier on the side, loading it neatly.

"It's too late. My supporters have entrusted all their lives and fortunes to me. I praise their loyalty. I won this bet, and there is no doubt about it. I will continue to lead them in the future." , until the end of the Wasteland Era."

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

"do not."

…

"boom--!"

A sudden gunshot broke the tranquility on the destroyer Glorious, and the flashing gun flames shook the hatches on both sides of the corridor with a mournful buzzing sound.

Twenty-seven sailors suddenly mutinied and captured seven logistics personnel on the ship. Under the leadership of Captain Surrey, they quickly occupied the cabin and gangway near the broadcast room and exchanged fire with the sailors who came after hearing the news.

Both sides occupied both ends of the corridor, using the cabins and hatches on both sides of the corridor as cover to pour firepower on each other. The entire corridor was filled with sparks from bullets and the roar of gunshots.

"Stop! Are you... so crazy!? Ahhh——"

The adjutant, who was shot in the arm, fell to the ground in pain, and was pulled back behind the bunker by the sailor leaning against the corridor door.

Looking at the bullets flying in the corridor and the flashing gun flames on the opposite side, his wide eyes were filled with disbelief.

Mutiny!

He never thought that this kind of thing would happen on his ship!

"You are the one who is crazy! And the captain!" The man squatting across the corridor while changing the magazine of his rifle roared, "Why don't you listen to Mr. Chalas's order!"

"Charas..."

The adjutant closed his eyes in pain, as if regretting his former trust, and yelled at his former subordinates in despair.

"What exactly did that guy promise you?"

Not a trace of hesitation.

The man roared back at him.

"A greater commonwealth!"

The noisy gunfire drowned out his hoarse roar. As more and more sailors surrounded him with weapons, the mutinous sailors initially had the upper hand but then gradually became weaker.

Although Captain Surrey occupied the broadcast room early, the broadcast sound that the sailors were looking forward to did not sound.

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

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

The battle soon came to an end.

With the surrender of the two sailors holding the hostages and the rescue of seven captured logistics personnel, the area controlled by the rebels has been compressed from the entire second half of the ship to only a narrow corridor and a broadcast room.

Including Captain Surrey, who led the mutiny, there were only three rebels left.

Seeing another rebel being shot and falling, the adjutant pressed the wound on his arm and shouted loudly toward the back of the bunker.

"Surrender! You have no chance! Accepting legal trial is your only way out... As long as you confess your mistakes! Maybe there is still hope of survival!"

"Then where is the hope of the Federation? Does it depend on you weak guys?" Sari shouted loudly while leaning on the iron gate with his left hand on his bleeding thigh.

The adjutant stared at him with wide eyes.

"What hope? What are you talking about!"

"What...are I talking about? Look what you are doing!" Sari cursed angrily, "Going to the North Island with the corpses of mutants? Do you want to tell the survivors there that they are actually a group of people holding long rifles? Did the spear bastard blow up our power station?"

the adjutant growled.

"I haven't investigated and can't say for sure! But there is indeed someone within us who became blind when he shouldn't have blinked. This person is probably Chalas and his associates... I also trusted that guy, but the fact is that he lied He killed all of us, and plans to make up more lies for his own selfish purposes! Wake up, how long do you plan to hide it from the survivors who trust us!"

"Hide it? Hahahaha! All they lost was the truth, and don't you see what they gained! In a century, we have never been so united -"

Captain Surrey's words have not yet finished.

A deafening roar suddenly came from everyone's feet. Everyone, whether standing or sitting, was knocked over by the sudden movement.

“Giggle——!”

The squeaking sound of broken steel came along the wall, followed by the sound of water breaking through the cracks in the hull and rushing in.

The adjutant's expression changed instantly as he reluctantly got up from the ground. He felt the tremor coming from the wall, and his eyes were filled with panic.

The sailors following him did the same, holding on to the swaying hull of the ship and moving backwards, their eyes filled with fear.

torpedo!

Someone took advantage of their confusion and launched a torpedo!

They were shot!

"Retreat!" the adjutant shouted, pushing the soldiers behind him and urging them to run towards the gangway.

But at this time, Sari, who was forced into a desperate situation, released his left hand that was holding the wound, stood up with a grin on the wall, and stood up.

"No one can judge me!"

The face that had lost so much blood was twisted with a hint of fanaticism.

Facing the cowards who kept retreating, he limped out of the broadcast room and put the muzzle of the gun on his bloody chin.

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

The mission in his heart.

"For the Federation!!"

The veins in his neck popped out. He roared and pulled the trigger. In a burst of fire and blood mist, he was swallowed by the surging seawater...

On the bridge.

Looking at the hull of the ship that was gradually capsizing in the thick smoke, Dong Wen stood up slowly holding on to the console, with a hint of astonishment written on his resolute face.

He had imagined that there might be an informant from Charas on his ship. After all, even he himself had been a supporter of that adult.

He even thought that the lunatic's supporters would stop him from returning to North Island with evidence at all costs, even betraying his oath under the federal flag and launching a mutiny...

However, what he didn't expect was that the madman would even order the federal fleet to kill each other in order to win...

There was no doubt that it was a torpedo fired by friendly forces.

Flames burned on the steel, and the surging waves were like boiling water, dragging the majestic ship towards the bottomless abyss.

When a systematic error occurs, it is often not because of one or two wrong decisions made by one or two people, but because the vast majority of people make decisions from their own standpoints and instinctively choose from the top, middle and bottom options accurately. Unmistakably chose the last option.

It is for the same reason that when systematic errors have become a fact, one or two error correction actions become as insignificant as the one or two errors themselves.

This is true for ocean current power stations.

The same goes for the "Golden Coast" that sank to the bottom of the sea.

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

"...It seems that Mr. Charas is ready to wake up." Dongwen took off the hat on his head and placed it on the console of the bridge.

The road may be more twists and turns than he imagined.

Just when he was about to spend the last moment of his life, a sound wave signal was suddenly received in the communication sonar.

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

After being stunned for a moment, Dongwen reached out and pressed the on switch on the console, then picked up the headphones and put them on.

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

"This is the Dolphin...please answer when you receive it..."

…

sea ​​area ten kilometers away.

A submarine slowly surfaced, revealing its steep bridge.

Looking at the thick smoke floating in the distance and the steel hull slowly sinking into the sea, the captain standing in the bridge said calmly.

"This is the Hanye. The Glory has sunk. Please ask for further instructions."

A voice came from the communication channel.

"The command received it. After the mission is completed, it will return to North Island and be on standby."

the captain asked.

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

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

"Change of plans...there, a little accident happened."

"receive."

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

The bridge above the sea slowly sank.

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

Is it an illusion?

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

That flicker only lasted a moment.

The frowning captain stared at the screen for a while, and then looked away from the screen when he saw no new abnormalities.

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

…

"Wasteland OL" official website.

During the peak hours of online and offline sessions, the forum was as noisy as ever.

Especially the brothers from the Jungle Corps, who rushed to the forum as soon as they got off the line and started making noise.

"MMP! This NPC is such a bitch, he's still trying to steal people's heads!!"

“You’re just trying to grab someone’s head, and then you’re honking your horn and taunting me when you’re done!”

"That's right! It's so shameful!"

"Be satisfied, you guys, you still saw a monster after all. We didn't even see a shadow of a monster. We just wandered around the port and went back. (Squinting)"

"At least you missed something on the new map PV! We just missed it, and you can't see anything except the final explosion shot."

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

"Hahahaha!"

"It seems that Brother Mosquito pretended to be a pussy. (Funny)"

"I'm the only one curious, is that laken delicious? (Funny)"

"Uh... I was blown up by a torpedo fired by the NPC. I didn't pick up the body. How about I give you the coordinates and you go take a look?"

"It's okay for me to get there... I'm afraid there won't even be any bones left when I get there. But then again, aren't you curious to take a bite? (Funny)"

"How can you taste it in a ghost place like that!?"

The big news today is undoubtedly that the southern seas came out on top. The Jungle Corps paid a friendly visit to the round island on behalf of the Alliance and Port Fries.

In a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, the two sides jointly issued a joint friendship statement and promised to carry out closer cooperation in more fields.

Governor Channing of the round island said that citizens of the Alliance are welcome to visit and invest on the island, instead of just staying in the port to do business.

To put it in a more understandable way, it is——

"Wasteland OL" has opened a new map!

Although the entire circular island covers an area of ​​only thirty square kilometers, equivalent to four "Wake Islands", over the past two centuries, local survivors have developed and utilized these thirty square kilometers to the extreme, like It's the same as the residents of Vault 100 who have lived in the "well" all their lives.

The circular island's highly dense industrial model and highly automated production methods have forced even the most advanced factories in Boulder City to succumb.

Of course, it is another matter to compare productivity and production costs. At present, the extensive industry in Dawn City is the fastest and cheapest. At least two-fifths of the alliance's [gross industrial production] is It was the factories there that held it up.

Both sides have much to learn from the other, whether in engineering or sociology.

In particular, both sides are societies founded by shelters and wastelanders. Although there are differences in their routes, their development trajectories have many similarities.

There was also an episode during this process. A group of "little fishmen" swam near the submarine pipeline and prepared to cause damage.

Fortunately, as early as two months ago when the construction of the submarine pipeline just started, the players in Friesport were already wary of the threat from the Death Coast.

Fifty W-2/H water attack planes took away all the thousands of aquatic mutants that were driven to the surface of the sea in just one round of bombing.

After seeing the alliance's strong combat effectiveness and determination to maintain regional order, the Governor of the Ring Island immediately added a mutual defense agreement on the basis of the friendly declaration.

In the future, the roundabout not only lent the port to the alliance's military ships to dock, but also promised to build an airport next to the roundabout and lend it to the alliance's air force.

And all these achievements are not only the credit of the undersea fresh water pipeline, but also partly the credit of the Torch Church and the federal authorities.

After all, if those guys weren't so capable, the residents of the roundabout wouldn't have trusted a group of outsiders who had just arrived here less than two months ago.

As for now, after using 0.8 silver coins per pound of fresh water, the residents of the ring island can only say that they are satisfied with the agreement they signed with doubts.

In a sense, they, like those Yue people who fled to Friesport, unknowingly took on the shape of an alliance...

Thunder Dharma King Professor Yang: "Hey, seeing you making money is more uncomfortable than me losing money. T.T"

What does Ye Ao do to me: "It's boring, it's a rubbish game. I can't get an appointment even after two years of reservation. When I get in, I'll blow you all up! (angry)"

Quit smoking: "Damn it, it's been two years, is Brother Ye Ao still getting the new year's money? (Surprised)"

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

No family: "Don't do it. I haven't obtained the qualification for closed beta testing but I can still troll the forum. My account has been banned but I can't even go to the forum. (Funny)"

Carrying an umbrella but not a knife at midnight: "Brother, why are you so skilled?"

No family: "Ahem... I heard that too."

Mole on the run in the canyon: "Strongly request Baiyue to go public! Damn it, if we let these guys snowball, they may be able to buy the entire alliance!"

Fang Chang: "What you said is too exaggerated. Many of our businesses are actually borrowed from Alliance Bank. Do you think we can borrow money for any business? But if it can be listed, of course I will raise my hands." I support it, even if we make a lot of money, we also spend a lot of money. If we can go public and raise funds, we don’t need to increase the debt ratio to expand our business (squints and smiles).”

The edge of the water: "Damn it, isn't your business big enough? How can you expand it? (Shocked)"

Fang Chang: "Where is this? Let's not talk about the Golden Gallon Port project, just talk about the southern sea area. The submarine freshwater transmission network we plan to build has only one pipeline in operation so far, and the customer only has a ring This pipeline alone is not enough to provide water for millions of survivors. We need to build more.”

Edge of water: "How much money can you make just by selling water?"

Fang Chang: "Of course we can't make much money just by selling water, but the trusting relationship we have established by 'helping locals solve water problems' can bring us more profits. Especially the locals are well-educated. Among the survivors, many of them are as knowledgeable and experienced as the experts at Camp 101, especially in the field of 'ocean land transformation' that they are good at, and these talents are what we need or even urgently need."

Edge stroke: "666!"

Commander Quan Shui: "Good guy, you are good at poaching. (Surprised)"

Fang Chang: "Tsk, how can you say it's poaching? Which wall of their house did I dig? If they need fresh water, I will give them fresh water. If they need electricity, I will give them electricity. I even give it to their idle people. Providing overseas employment opportunities at the cost of things that are temporarily unavailable or even redundant for local people... I prefer to call it a reasonable allocation of resources.”

Ye Shi: "Oh my god... Survivor Daily should ask you to be the editor."

Edge stroke: "66666!"

Debt-eyed: "MMP, other people's regiment commanders can lead their brothers to make a fortune, but our regiment leader will only deduct 6."

The boy at the construction site and Brick: "That's right! Our team leader is too lazy!"

The edge of the water: "??? Damn it, I invested money and I picked a 6."

Debt-eyed: "? When did you secretly invest?"

Lao Bai: "I asked Brother Bian to vote for me. It happened two months ago. (Baring teeth)"

Debt-eyed: "??? Damn it!"

Killing Chicken at Midnight: "It is said that the governor of the circular island also promised to build an 800-meter airport runway next to the island, so that the air force brothers can dock there in the future. This can be regarded as one of the benefits of that pipeline. (Baring teeth) )"

There are really mosquitoes in WC: "After all, water and electricity will depend on us in the future, so it doesn't seem too much to park a plane on the road. (Squints and smiles)"

Battlefield Atmosphere Team: "Is 800 meters too short?"

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

Fang Chang: "In short, since the effect of infrastructure construction is good, we will focus on infrastructure construction in the next stage. As long as all or most of the thirteen islands of the Federation are connected to the fresh water and power supply network starting from Chipchi Port, even if We do not station troops there, and we can also gain control of the area through indirect economic means."

Lao Bai: "Like Silver Moon Bay?"

Fang Chang: "Absolutely."

Although the Xilan Empire frequently behaved irrationally, causing the Humpback Kingdom to request the Alliance to send troops to Silver Moon Bay, and even offered to bear all the expenses, this matter has not yet been resolved.

The alliance has recently been restructuring its military system, canceling the original combat organization of ten thousand troops and restoring the army, division, brigade, regiment, battalion, company, platoon and squad organization of the People's League era.

Of course, this mainly involves NPC corps. Player corps can still call their corps leader BOSS or boss according to their own preferences.

In this way, while Fang Chang was drawing cakes with a group of forum friends, describing a beautiful blueprint for the future of the southern sea area, he was encouraging them to climb the tower, and persuaded Aguang to open the first casino in the river valley province - oh no, securities trading Place.

In fact, if you don't consider that the southern sea area is right next to the Torch Church, it is indeed a place with unlimited investment potential, and Baiyue Company's various businesses are definitely low-risk and high-yield.

However, just when he reached the key point, one of Baiyue's own shareholders suddenly jumped out.

Tails: "Shocked! Big news! Σ(°Д°;)っ"

Quit smoking: "What's going on?"

Luo Yu: "?"

Tails: "Neighbors from French Fries Port! There's a fight! (✪ω✪)"

Lao Bai: "...?"

Fang Chang: "???"

Ye Shi: "Good guy, A Guang flipped the table. (Funny)"

In less than a minute...

The whole forum went crazy instantly!

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(Please give me a monthly ticket, brothers T.T)