Chapter 389: Peeling off the cocoon, the last moment before the storm comes
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Countless facts and cases on the earth prove that when human beings make a choice, if there are no ridiculously large external factors affecting their choice, their choice will definitely
Prioritize self-interest!
By analogy, although there are many people in the game world channel now clamoring for an all-out war with alien races.
I want to win the first battle to prove that humans have arrived in this new world.
But Sumo has every reason to believe that when the real battle begins, at least about 80% of the people will run faster than rabbits.
This is not because Somo has no confidence in these survivors in the wasteland, but this is the current situation.
Before traveling through time, they might have been white-collar workers, students, workers at an ordinary garage next to the highway, or owners of a roadside fly shop.
Although they have been in the wasteland for two months, they have learned to survive, learn to build a ship, learn to depend on others, and learn to live strong!
But it is simply too difficult for them to fight against the ugly aliens who appear to be "violent and unafraid of death"!
The ocean has never been the home of mankind.
The war is destined to be tragic.
Human lives, which are precious in peacetime, will instantly become useless in a real war.
If this war starts as scheduled as planned by the senior officials, it will replace the tsunami disaster.
The final result is just to slightly lower the pitiful death rate by a few percentage points, but there will still be a large number of human souls thrown into the sea.
If you want to break the game, if you want to break the game perfectly, it is so difficult that it is almost impossible to achieve!
unless
"The outbreak of this tsunami disaster definitely did not come out of nowhere. There must be people with malicious intentions behind it to control the influence. And judging from the current situation, there is a 90% chance that it was definitely not caused by humans themselves."
"Then, the only two possibilities left are ocean aliens and land aliens."
"For the foreign races on land, the early outbreak of this tsunami will bring them almost no benefit. Their ships will also be affected by the tsunami, and their combat power will basically be reduced by more than 30%. This is an act that harms others and does not benefit themselves."
"But for the ocean aliens, the early arrival of the tsunami not only makes the sea their home field, but also allows them to arrive quickly and gain an advantage."
Even though he was lying on the bed, Somo's thoughts did not stop at this moment, but began to spread without limit.
The invisible streams of information seemed to turn into reality, floating before Somo's eyes, and were connected in series for automatic analysis and extraction.
If the quantum entanglement cloud in Somo's brain used to be a Pentium single-core CPU, even if some algorithms were loaded, it would not be able to achieve very high results.
So now, with his overall physical fitness improved and the title of Marine General, Somo's brain structure has begun to undergo some invisible changes.
These subtle changes may simply upgrade the brain's quantum entanglement cloud from a single-core processor to a dual-core processor.
But after it was actually put into operation, when the point that restricted the divergence of thinking was opened, Somo could clearly feel himself and "see" more things.
"The real plan of the land aliens must not be Poseidon. Their goals are not so ambitious, nor do they have the courage and cohesion to complete them!"
"And their previous ocean attack plan must have been obtained by the ocean aliens now."
"Thinking about it, if I were the current ocean alien race, or if I were the current land alien race, what would I do?"
After asking himself questions, the context of the entire incident gradually became clearer, and a vague thread of the result gradually emerged under Somo's constant rummaging.
As long as this thread can be found, the current situation in the entire wasteland ocean will be open to Somo for inspection as if it were undefended.
And the ultimate goals planned by the two different alien teams will also be completely revealed.
this.
This is the " glimmer of hope " in Sumo's eyes!
At five o'clock, Sumo uncovered the most critical first 10% of the whole matter!
At 5:48, when the sea surface turned white, the progress of the veins changed slightly, reaching about 20%!
Almost every second, the information collected from everywhere these days flashes through Somo's mind quickly, eliminating the useless ones and summarizing the useful ones.
Even information points that may have flashed through a sentence will be extracted by Somo and combined with the information points in the next sentence to form new clues.
In complex world chats, even if the game is blocked, tens of thousands of messages will appear on the screen every minute.
And the little information revealed in these chats was not let go by Sumo even during his second "long absence" night.
It is often difficult to peel off the cocoon at the beginning.
Later, due to the blessing of the previous information flow, the difficulty of deciphering will plummet.
By the time the seven o'clock alarm clock rang in the captain's room, Sumo had already deciphered 70% of the key clues to breaking the situation.
And the reason why I stopped was not because of the influence of the alarm clock, but because at this point, if I want to completely complete it, I need the final evidence collection!
The source of this evidence is someone I have never met before.
Ocean aliens!
"Now, I need one last critical stream of information!"
"As long as I can capture a leader of the ocean alien race, a leader with a core, and link to their sanctuary core, I can view the information I want."
"Even to start this war between the three races, there is no need for human sacrifice at all!"
Clenching his fists slightly, feeling this bold idea in his mind, Somo took a long breath, causing his heartbeat to slow down.
Gradually, as time went by, after feeling sleepiness finally coming to his mind, Somo did not resist and lay down on the small bed and fell asleep.
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On the other side, most of the human survivors floating on the ocean finally ushered in their first rare day of repair this early morning.
On the third day of the tsunami disaster, although the height of the waves and the volatility of the seawater increased to a higher level, there was a reminder that was originally bad news, but now it became good news, which cheered up all the survivors.
Starting from eight o'clock, the transition time for each tsunami disaster will be increased from half an hour to one hour.
In other words, it used to be a half-hour tsunami and half-an-hour correction, but now it has become an hour-long tsunami and an hour-long correction.
In terms of time, the rest time per day is still 12 hours.
But for the survivors who have been on the high-voltage line for two days, this change is enough to give everyone new hope for survival!
And aside from this change, after two days of gathering, there were gradually fewer lone wolves on the ocean, replaced by fleets of various sizes.
Following the official call, with the ships of each large refuge as the backbone, "big nets" quickly used regional channels to gather everyone together.
There are a small number of boats, one or twenty boats form a team, connected with each other with hemp ropes to ensure that everyone can fight together when the waves come.
Those with large numbers, such as the Tundra Fleet, directly purchase iron chains made by the adherents to tie all the large and small ships together, making them impregnable.
However, for ordinary survivors, today's changes are indeed changing for the better.
But for the well-informed middle and senior management, such a change made their sense of crisis even more intense.
Tundra Fleet, Tundra.
On this fifty-meter-long sailing battleship, just after eight o'clock in the morning, an anxious meeting was already underway.
Unlike the spacious conference room on the Hope, the conference room on the Tundra is only about ten square meters in size.
Because of the wooden battleship, there was only one small window in the conference room, making it look extremely dark inside.
There were about thirty people standing outside the conference room at this time.
Some of these people were smoking dry cigarettes, some were picking their feet, some were holding a book and reading silently, and some were anxiously looking at the situation outside.
They are all small boat captains in the fleet and are not qualified to enter the back room for the time being. They can only wait here for the "big guys" in the conference room to produce results.
When his eyes entered the conference room, there were more than ten people in the dark room.
Different from the quiet waiting in the outside world, the big guys in the conference room started to make a lot of noise as soon as they came up!
"Director Lu, I told you last night that it won't work if it continues like this. Now you can see it, right?"
"It's okay for our big ships and small boats to be connected together, and we can still maintain the tolerance of the defensive front, but you let these raft teams follow us, which not only increased our defensive front tenfold, but also brought us a huge amount of
material pressure”
"We have to hold on for a day, no, for half a day, with these raft teams holding us back. We simply cannot get rid of these alien teams following behind."
"Once they seize the opportunity or discover a loophole in our defenses, these rafts will be the breakthrough point for our fleet!"
Taking a picture of a summary of yesterday's battle situation on the table in the center of the conference room, a bald man with shirtless arms shouted.
Before Lu Suo could speak, another tall man who was thinner but had extraordinary physical fitness stood up beside the bald man.
"Yes, Lu Suo, Zhang Long is right. Our current kindness means that we are irresponsible to these people on the ship. If we don't get rid of these aliens, we will be threatened by them!"
"On the first day, there were only two ocean aliens following us. Last night, there were six, a total of four. I have a hunch that they are not attacking now because they are afraid of us.
firepower, but the people they contacted have not yet arrived."
"Once they gain momentum, I'm afraid we won't be able to escape even if we want to!"
At this time, the tall man's speech seemed to have triggered some mechanism. Immediately, four more people stood up and stated different reasons.
When it comes to making decisions, you will inevitably suffer chaos; when it comes to being a gentleman, he does not stand under dangerous walls; when it comes to achieving great things, he does not stick to trivial matters; sacrifice is indispensable on the road to success.
The reasons for all the speakers are basically different, but their purpose is very similar:
Abandon the raft team!
Abandon the raft team that is currently following the tundra fleet, numbering close to 5,000!
Today’s update will be updated later, so you need to plan the next plot carefully~
