Chapter 389: Peeling off the cocoon, the last moment before the storm!
Countless factual cases on earth prove that when human beings make a choice, if there are no ridiculously large external factors affecting their choice, their choice will definitely give priority to self-interest
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And so on, although many people in the Game World channel are 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 Sumo has no confidence in these survivors in the wasteland, but this is the current situation.
Before time travel, they might have been white-collar workers, students, workers at ordinary garages on the highway, or owners of fly restaurants on the roadside.
Although they came to the wasteland for two months, they learned to survive, learn to build a ship, learn to rely on others and look at their faces, and learned 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 also destined to be tragic.
Human life, which is 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. There will still be a large number of human souls flying 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 the scenes to control the influence. According to the current situation, 90% of The probability is definitely not caused by humans themselves."
"Then, the only two possibilities left are ocean aliens and land aliens."
"For land aliens, the tsunami is ahead of schedule. The outbreak will do them almost no good. Their ships will also be affected by the tsunami, and their combat power will basically be reduced by more than 30%. It is an act that harms others but does not benefit themselves."
"But for the ocean aliens, the early arrival of the tsunami not only allows the sea to become their home court, but also allows them to arrive quickly and gain an advantage."
Although he was lying on the bed, at this moment Somo's Thoughts did not stop, but began to spread without limit.
Invisible streams of information seemed to turn into substance, floating before Sumo'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 reach very high.
Now, with an overall improvement in physical fitness and the title of Marine General, Sumo'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 when it actually started running, when the point that limited the divergence of thinking was opened, Soma 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 plans are not so ambitious. That ocean attack plan must have been obtained by the ocean aliens now."
"Thinking about it, if I were the current ocean aliens, or if I were the current land aliens, what would I do?"
After asking himself questions, the context of the entire incident gradually became clearer, and a vague thread of results 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.
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 10% of the whole matter!
At 5:48, when the white color of fish belly appeared on the sea level, 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 across a sentence will be extracted by Somo and combined with the information points in the next sentence to form new clues.
In the complicated world chat, even if the game is blocked, 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 night of "long absence".
Separating the threads from the cocoon is often difficult at the beginning.
Later on, the difficulty of deciphering will plummet due to the blessing of the previous information flow.
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.
The reason why we stopped was not because of the influence of the alarm clock, but because we have reached the current point. If we want to complete it completely, we need the final evidence collection!
The source of this evidence is the alien race of the ocean that I have never met before.
! "Now, I need the last key information flow!"
"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 see the information I want”
“Even starting this war between the three races does not require 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 degree of fluctuation of the sea water increased to a higher level, there was a reminder of good news that was originally bad news, inspiring all the survivors. got up.
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 repair, but now it has become an hour-long tsunami and an hour-long repair.
From a time perspective, 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!
Putting aside 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, "big nets" quickly used regional channels to gather everyone, using the ships of each large refuge as the backbone.
A small number of boats, one or twenty, form a team and are connected to each other with hemp ropes to ensure that everyone can fight together when the waves come.
For those with large numbers, like the Tundra Fleet, they directly purchased the iron chains made by the adherent party 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, this 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 of the Hope, the conference room of the Tundra is only about ten square meters in size.
Because of the wooden battleship, there was only a small window in the conference room, making it look extremely dark inside.
There were about thirty people standing outside the conference room.
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. They 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.
The sight entered the conference room. In the dim room, there were more than ten people at this time.
Different from the quiet waiting in the outside world, the big guys in the conference room started to make a fuss!
"Director Lu, I said it last night, it will definitely not work if it continues like this, and now you have seen 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"
"After holding 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 us."
"Once they are caught Seize the opportunity, or find a loophole in our defense, these rafts are the breakthrough point for our fleet!"
Taking a summary of yesterday's battle situation on the table in the center of the conference room, a bald man shouted with his shirt off! road.
Besides the bald man, another tall man who was thinner but could tell that he had extraordinary physical fitness stood up before Lu Suo could speak.
"Yes, Lu Suo, Zhang Long is right. Our kindness now means that we are not responsible for 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 groups of ocean aliens following us. Last night, there were six groups, a total of four groups. I have a hunch that they are not attacking now because they are afraid of us. Firepower, but the people they contacted have not arrived yet."
"Once they gain momentum, I'm afraid we won't be able to escape even if we want to."
This time, Gao! The man's speech seemed to have touched some organ. Suddenly, four more people stood up and stated different reasons.
From the point of view of being decisive, one must be subject to chaos. When it comes to a gentleman, he does not stand under a dangerous wall. When it comes to achieving great things, he does not stick to trivial matters. Sacrifice is indispensable on the road to success.
The reasons of all the speakers are basically different, but their purpose is very consistent:
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 added later. You need to plan the next plot carefully~
(End of this chapter)