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[Announcent: The Southern sea area is now open. All players who own VM and download the electronic pass plugin can freely access various settlents.]
[Recomnded gaplay:
1. Lifestyle occupation players can register in local mining companies, purchase a cargo ship and a resource exploration cabin, and then head to the deep sea to explore and excavate relics from the Human Alliance Era and undeveloped seabed mineral deposits! (Recomnded for advanced players)
2. The Northern Islands in the Southern sea area are being rebuilt, and the South Sea Union welcos players to invest, start businesses, and find employnt there. Supporting local construction will earn players a hefty amount of silver coins, regional prestige, and contribution rewards—there are endless bricks to be moved and screws to be turned! (Recomnded for beginner players)
3. Scientific expedition team and biological research institute missions: The Alliance Scientific Expedition Team and Biological Institute have established research stations in Coral City, located near the entrance of Shelter No. 70 at the Tiangong Space Station, which is now open for investigation. After reaching the nearby map, find the relevant NPC or directly take tasks through VM.
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[The above are just gaplay recomndations from the developnt team, explore more content in the ga on your own!]
Shortly after the announcent was posted, the comnt section below erupted instantly.
Lifestyle occupation players were particularly excited.
Recent updates had focused on combat occupations, and they had long awaited enhancents for lifestyle occupations!
Crow: "Ooooh! Great news! Epic enhancent for lifestyle occupation players! (*´ﾟ∀ﾟ｀)ﾉ"
Quit smoking: "Enhanced, but there’s no mushrooms for you to pick. (dull)"
Crow: "I don’t only pick mushrooms! I also explore the ga world quite well! (｀Д´)"
Debt Giant Eye: "Tell us more about your exploration. (sly)"
Night Ten: "What are the Manager’s asurents? (funny)"
Crow: "How should I know!!
Dinosaur Warrior: "Dog planners, I beg you, just give a helt!! T.T"
Thunder Mage Professor Yang: "Nice job, demanding things while standing."
Grandpa Ao: "Laughing, is it really necessary to fuss over a lousy biscuit? Relying on a bunch of PV videos to deceive, haha, whoever believes it is my dad! (sweating beans)"
Elena: "Then why don’t you just cancel the two and a half year long reservation. (funny)"
Gno King Riches: "My dad, alright, this guy probably wanted to say ’I am your dad’ but typed it wrong. (funny)"
Far-sighted Eagle: "Asking out of curiosity! How much does a mining ship cost, and how long does it take to break even?"
Warrior Wolf: "Can I beco a pirate? I want to be the Pirate King! I want blood rivers! (crazy)"
Shit-stirring Stick: "Pretending to be a Southern sea area mining ship to rob Vellante rchant ships should be fine, probably, forget I said anything if not. (funny)"
Guide Dog: "Hehe, big gold-haired, hehehe."
Scapegoat Sheep: "Bro, act normal..."
Night Ten: "Ah Guang: How would I know, please explore it in the ga yourself. (funny)"
Quit smoking: "Hahahaha, damn!"
Canyon Fleeing Mole: "Night Ten, bro, make an effort, when will you open the Wandering Swamp gate. (funny)"
Night Ten: "Ah, don’t say anymore, it brings tears to say too much, this corner is too hard to dig. (headache)"
Wild Wind: "You better be digging at the foundation. (sideways smile)"
...
While players and backseat drivers were buzzing on the forums, an extrely fast Agility system player had already taken the "Dolphin Cargo Submarine" for a first-hand experience in the "New Map."
The underwater settlent located next to the coral clusters and seaweed forests had restored 50% of its power supply, and many Coral City residents stranded on the islands had returned to their familiar hos.
With the lighting system activated, a cluster of transparent dos resembled immobile fluorescent jellyfish, with dazzling waves of light spreading along the seafloor like a splendid rainbow.
Watching through the submarine porthole, Tail excitedly opened his mouth in awe, his nose flattened against the window.
"Wow wow wow! Is this the legendary Coral City?"
at at, standing next to him, reacted even more dramatically, a fluffy lump nearly filling the entire window.
"So amazing!!"
With fur-trimd cat ears gently shaking, Sesa Paste, standing behind Tail, also expressed sincere admiration.
"It feels just like the underwater version of Ideal City..."
Though not as vast as Ideal City, the technological content here was by no ans inferior.
Elder Fang, who had spent almost half a year in Ideal City and even got a certificate there, remarked that the prosperity of Ideal City was sowhat "inflated."
It’s not that Ideal City wasn’t prosperous, but most Wasteland Wanderers’ first impressions of it were greatly exaggerated compared to its reality.
The reinforced concrete used was just early technology from the Prosperity Epoch, and Endpoint Cloud was rely a quantum computing network developed from the core of the Colony Ship. Other than that, the devices like holographic images, rail transit, and maglev highways, though eye-catching, were actually not technological prowess but re productivity.
This is also why the Academy and the Army didn’t regard the prosperity of Ideal City very highly; after all, they were originally one family and understood each other’s true capabilities well.
Essentially, Ideal City represents a society that after reaching high prosperity, entered a state of stagnation. However, this stagnation is not a derogatory term but rather neutral because, rationally speaking, they had indeed developed their land to the utmost.
If targeting the goals of the Prosperity Epoch, they didn’t really need to make major improvents.
Compared to Ideal City, which appeared more prosperous than it actually was, Coral City belonged to the other extre—"actually more glamorous than it appears."
It lay below a hundred ters in the deep sea, with the deepest parts extending to several hundred ters.
Constructing an underwater settlent at such a high-pressure environnt, where humans could live, produce, and conduct research normally, was in itself a trendous feat.
Maintaining the operation of this settlent required no less technological expertise than maintaining a space station.
Especially the fact that the local survivors had managed this without a stable supply of nuclear fuel further proved their capabilities.
Listening to their shouts and calls, Captain Chen Jianhong couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly, chuckling softly.
"This is not even the most magnificent ti for this settlent, it’s probably only rebooted to about 50% by now. Once all the facilities here are rebooted, the situation will be even more astonishing! Of course, it will also consu a lot of energy, we will probably have to wait until the ocean current power station is fixed."
Si Si, who had been silent, spoke with a sense of reflection upon hearing this.
"Turning it off takes just a mont... but restarting takes half a year or even longer."
Chen Jianhong said, smiling.
"...Pretty much, after all, destruction is much faster than construction."
The sa was true for Coral City, as it was for the Prosperity Epoch.
He heard that in the distant past, magnificent gastructures connected the heavens and the ground, while flows of tal and concrete stretched endlessly along the horizon. Vast deserts were transford into farmlands, and the old era’s ssy and inefficient clusters of buildings were torn down to make way for verdant expanses. People, using their imagination and technological expertise, divided the planet into several distinct worlds.
Above that vault of sky, majestic colony ships even ventured to new worlds five light-years away.
In that extrely prosperous era, the limit of science and technology was no longer the boundary of imagination; rather, imagination had beco the bottleneck.
After humanity reached the pinnacle of its civilization, later generations spent two centuries without being able to return to even one-thousandth of that prosperity.
Today’s Coral City could only be considered an inconspicuous pearl among those countless treasures.
"...Today I took you guys around my old ho. How about later you guys take to see far-off heavens?" Chen Jianhong joked with a laugh.
He jumped down from the glass window, his tail energetically giving a thumbs up as he looked back.
"Oh! It’s a promise!"
"Hahaha!"
Her cheerful deanor amused Chen Jianhong. Although he didn’t take it seriously, he still said with a laugh,
"Alright! It’s a promise!"
...
Just as the storms in the Southern sea area began to subside, a bigger storm was brewing on the land of Poluo Province.
In the northeast corner of Poluo Province, on the banks of the Tasang River in the Mammoth State, winding trenches crawled across the barren land like scars.
The soldiers crouching in the trenches belonged to the Moon Clan Resistance Army. So held Rippers, others wielded LD-47, and still others worked in pairs to man a water-cooled "Maxim" that had been phased out from Qingquan City.
The latter, due to its high firing rate, low cost, and easy maintenance, had played a significant role in the tides of Qingquan City.
Although the Alliance no longer produces these things and they had already been replaced by better models, for Laxi, such cheap and effective equipnt was exactly what he needed.
Besides these, there were also 88 mm mortars, early versions of 20 mm "Cavalry Guns," and a series of other Goblin Technology products. Though not much to look at on the front lines of Haiya Province, they were still prized items in Poluo Province.
After all, the adversaries of these Moon Clan Resistance fighters, apart from a few decent 100 mm cannons, had many infantry still using iron pipe rifles, bows and arrows, and lances, and couldn’t even dig a proper trench!
Especially those full-price trenches without any bends to dissipate shock waves—if a shell fell into one, everyone along the line would die, with no place to hide.
As most of the players who had visited this land said on the forums, this place along with Haiya Province and Baiyue Province were completely different in style.
If Charles’s Marine Corps were pulled here, the victory might even be easier than the Burning Corps defeating them.
Of course, that was without considering the factors of supply and terrain. If we took those into account, the outco would still hold intricacies.
Atop the military position of the Mammoth State, Duke Baut of Mammoth State held a monocular, his face beared a smile as he gazed at the nearby highland, a faint hint of mockery hanging on the corner of his lips.
rely a group of serfs.
Daring to challenge His Majesty’s authority with so few people, they truly did not know the imnsity of heaven and earth!
Although the Mammoth State was sowhat distant from Tiandu, he had not spent a penny less than necessary on his army.
Unlike the soft-shelled shrimps of Tiger State, corrupted by rchants, Mammoth State had none of those pervasive, underhanded rchants, and its local army was firmly in the hands of nobles and absolutely loyal to Emperor Witch Cal.
The Tiger Army dared not deal with these Moon people, but he would not be polite with these traitors.
He would chop off all their heads, load them onto a carriage, and send them all the way to Tiandu to show those restless rebels what cos of treachery!
"...I heard that Laxi is just a slave, it seems Duke Nihak didn’t train him well," said General Daxina standing next to him, his tone carrying a hint of flattering laughter.
"Haha! Where can Duke Nihak compare to you? If it were you, you could surely make him bow and scrape, never daring to bare his teeth at his master," lightly laughed Duke Baut.
"Training? It’s better to hang such a disloyal dog from the city walls."
Pausing, he suddenly thought of sothing and asked,
"Does he have any family?"
General Daxina was taken aback and shook his head.
"It doesn’t seem like it."
"That’s really too bad."
Duke Baut regretfully clicked his tongue and handed the monocular back to the guard beside him.
Competing against this kind of lowlife with nothing to lose was the least interesting, winning brought no pleasure.
However, this fellow’s Moon Clan identity might still be of so use; hopefully, His Majesty would appreciate this gift.
At that mont, a two-ter-tall robust man suddenly stepped forward, bowing respectfully.
"Respected Duke Baut, General Daxina, please allow to take the vanguard! I assure you, before sunset, I will capture that dead dog and present him before you!"
Duke Baut glanced at him, sensing the warrior’s imposing presence, his brow couldn’t help but show a hint of admiration.
Seeing this, the general standing nearby smartly stepped forward to introduce him.
"This is Zakhsill under my command, a Centurion. His Longtooth Squadron is considered one of the elite forces in our army! Having him as the vanguard should pose no problem!"
"Very well," said Duke Baut appreciatively nodding having heard the professional’s opinion, looking at the towering robust man, "Centurion Zakhsill, since your superior thinks highly of you, you shall take the lead."
The robust man’s face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly expressed his gratitude.
"Thank you, Your Grace! Thank you, General!"
Mammoth State was remotely located and rarely encountered such a significant bandit problem. If he could achieve a comndable feat, he might even have the chance to beco a Ten Thousand Leader during his lifeti!
Upon receiving the orders, Zakhsill didn’t hesitate. He imdiately turned and returned to his command, assembling a group of military officers for a brief mobilization eting. Then, leading over a thousand n, they sward to the frontline.
They carried Ripper Rifles uniformly, accompanied by two 100-milliter infantry cannons towed by double-headed cows, which was a considerable firepower!
Witnessing this formidable and imposing group, the local military soldiers on the field revealed looks of reverence, consciously clearing the way for them.
"It’s the Longtooths..."
"Centurian Zakhsill is taking to the battlefield personally!"
"These Moon Clan people are as good as dead..."
For them, Grey Wolf Army and Weilante officers were too distant, but they could see the Longtooth Squadron right beside them, a War God in the flesh.
These guys not only used the finest equipnt but also were strong and tall, resembling sturdy calves.
Almost no one doubted that these individuals could instantly rout the bandits.
Indeed, since the resistance had entered Mammoth State, they had never lost a minor operation, but they hadn’t won a major operation either. The main force kept retreating until they reached the edge of the Tasang River, barely holding their ground due to the higher terrain.
It had rained a lot recently, and the Tasang River was rushing rapidly; even if they wanted to flee across the river, they likely had no chance.
Moreover, General Daxina had long predicted their intention to cross the river to carve out territories and had already deployed ten thousand troops across the river to guard against these people.
At the sa ti, on the position of the Moon Clan Resistance Army, a scout inside the observation post imdiately spotted the movent of the local army and without saying a second word, passed the ssage to the higher-ups.
The ssage was relayed up the chain of command and within half a minute, it reached Laxi.
Inside the military tent.
Laxi had gathered a group of officers who had followed him from Jinjaron Harbor, conducting a brief combat eting where everyone shared their views over the map.
"A squadron of a thousand n, all ard, must be the elite from the Ferocious Horse State army!"
"That Longtooth Squadron, I’ve heard the leader is nad Zakhsill, a Mammoth clansman and apparently the son-in-law of General Daxina, the highest commander of the local forces."
An officer sneered.
"Hah, they dare to have their direct forces lead the charge, these guys really don’t think much of us."
Another officer, stroking his chin thoughtfully, remarked.
"Since the Longtooth Squadron is here, their commander must be on the front line. This ti we might catch a big fish."
Looking toward Laxi, who hadn’t yet spoken, the commander of the resistance group said with fervent eyes.
"Ti to set the trap, General!"
"Indeed, it’s high ti we set the trap. We’ve given those fifty thousand pigs enough slack these past two weeks."
Although the local army claid to be 100,000 strong, from their speed of camping and decommissioning, and the trash and latrines they left behind, including the beasts of burden used for transporting resources, they only amounted to fifty or sixty thousand.
Studying the map intently, Laxi nodded then took a pen and solemnly marked two spots on it, then looked up at his trusted officers with a grave expression and ordered.
"Tell our brothers, it’s ti for the counterattack! No need to hold back anymore, hit them hard!"
A group of officers stood to attention, perford a military salute of the Alliance, and roared firmly.
"Yes!!"
Following the command, the soldiers of the resistance on the ground sprang into action like gears wound tightly.
anwhile, Zakhsill, who was leading his n away from the position, remained unaware. He found the high ground eerily quiet, assuming the Moon Clan people huddled in the trenches must have been scared stiff.
A sneer curled on his lips as he turned to an officer beside him and ordered,
"Kukas, have your artillery hit that hill ten tis for ! Mikeno, once the tenth cannon fires, lead your n to rush in!"
"Yes!!"
Both centurions took their orders and swiftly moved toward their specific units.
Soon after, two cannon sounds erupted, shattering the silence on the battlefield.
Deafening cannon fire echoed over the position of the Moon Clan resistance, and soldiers gripping their rifles pressed their heads tightly against the edge of the trenches, their eyes gleaming with ferocity.
Not a single one showed fear.
Nor did anyone hesitated.
Because, as the barrage hit, their commander stood with them!
They believed fervently that he could lead them to ultimate victory.
Amidst the roar of the cannons, Laxi not only did not take shelter in the anti-cannon hole but went to the frontmost trenches, crouched inside, shouting through a gaphone,
"Bury your heads tightly in the trench! Pretend that you’re dead!"
"Don’t think it’s shaful, you’ll soon be slicing open those dogs’ bellies, scattering their intestines on the ground, using their faces to polish your boots!"
"Rember this sound of cannons! When our cannons fire up, we’ll return this terror, our roars, back to them twice fold!"
As his words fell, a thunderous explosion suddenly ca from the distant northwest, seemingly from atop the river.
While Duke Baut on the local army’s position blinked slightly, puzzled about what that sound was, General Daxina’s face suddenly turned pale.
"The riverbank... it’s the Tasang River’s bank!"
Mammoth State was situated downstream of the Tasang River, on an alluvial plain. Although the land was indeed fertile, the river was prone to flooding during the rainy season, causing misery not only for farrs but also for nobles controlling various estates.
Thus, the nobles controlling fertile lands along the river joined forces to build dikes on the widest part of the river to irrigate their estates.
With recent heavy rains, the Tasang River was in flood season, and a breach in the dike would inundate the entire downstream area!
Not just here...
Even hundred kiloters away Mammoth City would suffer the consequences!
Hearing General Daxina’s voice, Duke Bamut suddenly snapped back to reality, his face turning pale as his lips trembled with anger and his breathing beca rapid.
"What is this madman trying to do?!"
And wasn’t the Moon Clan Resistance Army already completely surrounded by the riverbank? How were there still people outside the encirclent causing trouble!
What were those tasked with guarding the embanknt even doing? How could such a large embanknt not be defended!
He had too many questions he could not understand, and no ti to think about them.
His "hundred thousand army," with eighty percent stationed along this Tasang River, would be overwheld by upstream water—not just flooding one or two miles, but potentially turning ten to twenty kiloters along the bank into a swamp...
There would be no chance to escape!
"Quick! Load the food onto the carts!"
General Daxina howled in despair, urging the soldiers to hurriedly gather the military rations and ammunition carelessly piled in the sheds, while he ran to the side of the ox carts.
It seed he could already hear the roaring tide, and the livestock in the camp beca anxiously restless.
anwhile, Mikeno, who was at the front line waiting for the opportunity to attack, was unaware of what had happened behind him.
After counting the tenth "cannon" sound, he excitedly waved his hundred team forward.
However, this hundred team had barely advanced two steps when the eleventh cannon sound was heard.
Mikeno was puzzled by the extra shot fired by the artillery, when that erratic cannonball landed in front of the resistance army’s position.
"Boom!!"
The flash of the explosion was fleeting. The soldiers of the resistance army were not knocked down, but the advancing soldiers, unable to lie down in ti, were instantly mowed down by the rampant shrapnel.
"Ah—!"
"My leg!!"
"My arm! My arm aah!"
Several soldiers whose arms and legs were blown off lay on the ground wailing, creating a bloody and grisly scene that chilled the nearby allies and involuntarily slowed their pace.
"What are these artilleryn doing!"
Mikeno was both shocked and enraged, he glanced back hastily, but before he could curse, he heard the sudden burst of gunfire overhead.
Unknown to them, a machine gun had been mounted right in front of them.
As the rapid gunfire erupted, trails of tracer bullets accompanied by flickering muzzle flashes rained down on their faces like droplets.
The scene could only be described as grueso; the soldiers at the front didn’t even have ti to scream before they fell silently to the ground like harvested wheat.
The soldiers at the back were stunned by the machine gun, dropping to the ground and cowering behind cover, daring not to move forward.
However, at this mont, another burst of gunfire sounded from the left front, as bullets whizzed from an angle and pelted down.
These seed to be bullets fired from the rear positions in a crossing pattern, and this ti they didn’t even see the muzzle flashes before getting rcilessly pumled by unexpected strikes, making low cover or lying flat utterly useless.
Seeing half of his command demolished in a blink of an eye, Mikeno felt a pain in his heart as if it was bleeding, and could only grit his teeth and call back the soldiers who had not yet charged forward.
With this back and forth, only about twenty or thirty out of the hundred team remained, with the surviving soldiers showing expressions of terrified disbelief.
Hadn’t their officer said that the group opposite were just a bunch of serfs?
Were these the actions of serfs?!
Not only Mikeno, the Centurion, but also Zakhsill, the leader of the thousand team a little behind, were both dumbfounded.
And what baffled them even more was what ca next: how had the mud under their feet started mixing with water while they were fighting?!
By the ti everyone ca to their senses, the levee’s breach had already imrsed the water up to their knees, and soon it rose to their chests.
Massive amounts of driftwood and rocks rushed down from upstream, along with debris from collapsed wooden houses.
The breached river water spread across the plains, turning a hundred kiloters around into a marshland.
Standing in the frontline positions, local imperial soldiers were scattered and disorganized by the floodwaters, clinging to driftwood and dead trees crying for help. Those who couldn’t swim or were slightly shorter drowned in the river, becoming one of the floating corpses drifting downstream.
They didn’t even know what had happened, nor could they contact their superiors, who were also preoccupied with saving their own lives and had no ti to care for their soldiers.
Watching the imperial soldiers soaking in the water, Laxi’s lips curled into a cold smirk.
So this was the empire...
Truly pathetic.
"...this flood will probably last for five or six days." Standing beside Laxi, his adjutant said cautiously.
Their original plan was to use the breached river water to flood the imperial local army’s trenches, forcing the soldiers out, and then taking advantage of the floodwaters to sweep them away in one fell swoop.
But as it turned out, the plan couldn’t keep up with changes.
Unfamiliar with the terrain, they had underestimated the rapidity of the Tasang River; the chain reaction caused by the breach was stronger than they had anticipated, and they had already won without even needing to follow the floodwaters downstream.
The troops hidden upstream should have already completed their assembly by now.
They had tied the ammunition and supplies to the rafts prepared in advance, and it wouldn’t be long before they arrived to join up with them.
Six thousand against fifty thousand, with fewer than a hundred casualties in the entire battle—this fight would certainly go down in the military history of Poluo Province...
"Don’t say five or six days, even another ten days to half a month wouldn’t matter."
Looking over the flooded plains, Laxi continued expressionlessly.
"We might as well enter the city for disaster relief."
As long as they captured Mammoth City and its docks, showing the people a glimpse of victory, there would naturally be a continuous flow of food and money coming their way.
Whether from Jinjaron Harbor or Potato Harbor.
And he could then begin the next phase of his plan...
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