This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 733: The “open” empire and the “rice bucket” of the ideal city

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"Eat all the potatoes."

"!!"

"Sad."

"Damn company."

"Ideal city, a loser."

“The barbecue rice is good, recommended.”

"Try it."

"..."

"Really good."

"Not bad!"

"Really good."

"Satisfied."

"!!!"

……

The entrance to the cafeteria.

Looking at the Alphas who were busy working, a group of soldiers from the 100th Mountain Division were dumbfounded.

"Good guy, three bowls for one person?!"

"Are these guys all pigs?!"

Seeing these guys devouring their food, a young man couldn't help but swallow.

"What the **** is so delicious."

While he was still hesitating, a group of young men next to him had already eagerly moved forward.

"Make a bowl and try it..."

"I'll have a bowl too."

"Wait for me!"

Not long after, a long queue formed in front of the food.

People from the Free State and other settlements saw the people from Ideal City lining up there and followed behind to join in the fun.

As we all know, the food in Ideal City is the best, and the food that makes the residents of Ideal City queue up is also delicacies in the world.

No matter how many dishes the cafeteria prepares in advance, it can't hold tens of thousands of people together and order just a few items.

In this way, following an inexplicable trend, everyone finished up a large plate of barbecue in a short time.

Those who got the rice ate with gusto, while the rest were swallowing their saliva.

A group of people just waited.

There were also some people who couldn't wait and ordered something else to fill their stomachs, and found that the taste was surprisingly good, so they were looking forward to the signature dish of the second.

Today’s victim is the cumin-flavored BBQ bibimbap.

However, surprisingly, it is not the barbecue that is out of stock, but the barbecue sauce and cumin for bibimbap...

……

"Eat, eat, eat, you losers know how to eat all day long! What else will you do besides eating!"

In the open space outside the military base, a row of depressed and disgraced soldiers stood.

A few rat tribe members wanted to speak but did not dare, so they could only hold their heads in silence.

Everything sir said is right.

They themselves feel that they are not material for war, so just scold them.

The problem is that they didn’t eat either!

The meal cards of the rice cooks in Ideal City are 3,000 silver coins, while their meal cards are only 100 silver coins.

The reason why there is 100 is because there is a minimum recharge threshold for opening a card, and it cannot be done below this number.

Thank God for this threshold, otherwise they would have no doubt that General Babita would not even give them 100 silver coins.

There is no red soil to eat here, and there is not even a village to rob. The grooms who sell goods on horses seem to be more capable than them...

Seeing how hopeless these guys were, General Babita was so angry that he wanted to pull off the belt attached to his belly and whip them twice.

These people are all under the command of Commander Modric, the same guys who escaped from the position yesterday.

But what made him angry was not entirely the cowardice of these guys that killed Captain Modric, but another thing that happened yesterday.

At that time, he was dining in the canteen of the military camp and happened to see the legion's airship commander, General Liam.

Based on the fact that the two parties were allies, he immediately came over with a plate. He wanted to say hello with a smile, but he was scolded before he even sat down.

"It's really useless. Is that what that idiot McClun taught you? What a shame! You might as well not be better! I can kill more with one cannon than you can kill in half an hour!" Damn it, I haven’t lasted half an hour, it’s not as good as my clones can fight!”

The guy's voice was unusually loud, and the whole cafeteria could hear him.

Inexplicably taking the blame, Babita's face turned blue and white at the time.

Although this guy was scolding McClun, he still felt aggrieved.

I didn’t even blame this guy, and threw the cannonball on the head of Commander Modric before he could retreat.

However, the Weiland man was His Majesty's friend, so he still didn't dare to talk back. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he walked away with ashes on his plate.

No way.

When he was angry outside, he could only take out his anger on his own people.

After yelling for a long time, General Babita took a few breaths, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, took a drink of water, and cursed a few more times.

"... What a bunch of rubbish! Rats are indeed rats. It's unrealistic to expect you to win the battle. You might as well plant something here to save some food!"

As he spoke, he waved his index finger, shook his head and turned away.

The officer standing nearby saw this and quickly stepped forward, took his place, stood in front of the group of rat soldiers, and shouted loudly at the top of his voice.

"Starting from today! I am your commander Kumar! Since you are not good at being soldiers, then return the guns to His Majesty and go farming! This wasteland under your feet is your mission, I need you Dig up this land and plant cabbage and potatoes here! This is your last chance to prove that you are still useful!"

Hearing this, hundreds of soldiers looked at each other in confusion, exchanging confused glances, and were at a loss for a moment.

Farming?

Are you kidding?

They are here to fight, not to be farmers.

But Babita obviously wasn't joking with them. She walked to a rented truck and waved.

A dozen soldiers following him immediately jumped on the truck and dragged down the bundles of sacks containing hoes and shovels. After a while, they piled up into a hill on the ground.

This guy is obviously prepared, and even bought tools for digging the ground.

But looking at the old appearance, it is probably a second-hand product that was eliminated in some settlement.

The captain named Macul pointed to the shovels and shovels on the ground and roared with great momentum.

"Everyone has three acres of land! Give me at least half an acre today!"

"When will you finish your work! When will you go eat!"

……

Under the captain's scolding, a group of malnourished soldiers could only bite the bullet and start working with hoes.

Most of them come from the western part of Borneo.

The land was filled with noble manors and farms, and the people living there were either slaves or serfs. Even the few free people went to work on the plantations of the nobles.

It is precisely because of this that farming is not a difficult job for them. It is just a matter of experience and lack of experience.

Several Death Corps players looked at it from a distance, all with strange expressions on their faces.

"...Good guy, is this empire's expeditionary force ready?"

Just lost one game and that’s it.

No way...

Looking at the construction site boy and Brick, whose faces were full of surprise, he touched his chin with his big eyes in deep thought, and spoke after a moment.

"I think this is not a bad thing."

The construction site boy and Zhuan looked at him blankly.

"Why?"

Liability gave him a meaningful look.

"If you are on the front line now, and behind you are these guys, do you think it is better to have them, or not to have them?"

The boy at the construction site thought for a while with Brick, and then suddenly exclaimed, "Fuck!"

It seems to make sense!

He would rather face the mutants alone than with a bunch of unreliable guys standing behind him.

While the two were talking, a familiar strange laugh came from behind.

"Haha, I knew this would happen! So I have solved this problem for you!"

Hearing the sound, the two of them looked back and saw that it was Brother Mosquito.

"Mosquito?!"

"Aren't you on the southern line? Why are you here?"

He hooked his arms around the shoulders of the two and patted them. Mosquito looked up at the imperial soldiers wielding hoes and said with a smile.

"I'm just wandering around... Hehe, I'm here to expand my business, answer the call of the manager, make some extra money or something."

The latter is the point.

It would be good for an average player to fully absorb the benefits of one line, but a high-level player like him is naturally not satisfied with the benefits of one line.

The construction site boy and Brick: "Good guy, haven't you made enough money from that little Thunder Plane?"

Mosquito waved his hand and sighed.

"That one doesn't make much money... Damn it, those design institutes that do reverse engineering have made most of it, and we only make a fraction of it."

Looking at this guy's look of needing a beating, Big Eyes in Debt couldn't help but complain.

"Be content, what else have you done besides coming up with ideas?"

Mosquito rolled his eyes: "You want to set up a factory for free? Do you think the production line fell from the sky? There are also ruined ones. The successful ones are called Thunder, and the unsuccessful ones don't even have official numbers. ”

In order to make that vertical takeoff and landing plasma engine fighter, his brother Luo Yu fell to his death countless times.

That's really miserable.

However, he just complained about how little he earned, not really complaining.

After all, if it were an unprofitable business, he wouldn't do it, and he would just spend money on it.

Furthermore, only when the scientific expedition team makes money can they pay the players who are doing the relic recovery mission, unlock more technologies, and form a virtuous industry-research cycle.

The boy at the construction site and Brick: "No more nonsense, let me tell you what business you are eyeing."

The debtor Dayan who came back to his senses also asked curiously: "Yes, I almost forgot because you interrupted me. What problem did you just say you helped us solve? What was it?"

Mosquito squinted his eyes, smiled, pointed at the truck in the distance and said.

"Those rags are what I sold to them."

When the two heard this, they were immediately shocked.

"What the hell?!"

"You are ruining military discipline!"

"What does it mean to break military discipline? Does that mean thing deserve to be called an army? It can't even defeat the goblins!" Mosquito rolled his eyes, "I'll tie them here, and you can just have fun." ."

Big Eyes and the construction site old man exchanged glances with strange expressions, thinking that something seemed to make sense.

Although it seems a bit unreasonable.

Yu Bian, a boy at the construction site, said with some emotion: "But Babita really dares to buy it..."

Mosquito said with a smile.

"What are you afraid of buying? I didn't sell them broken ones, just old things."

And this is the first train, just for the deserters to use first. The train behind is also pulling thousands of items!

This thing is sold by the pound in Dawn City, and it is as obsolete as the sewing machine.

Looking at the two people who looked surprised, Mosquito continued.

"The guy and I calculated an account. This battle will last for at least a few months, and the food expenses will not be small. In this kind of land, the output in one season is at least 700-800 yuan. Silver coins, right? One person can open up three acres of land, and 20,000 people can open up at least 60,000 acres of land. That has to be an output value of tens of millions of silver coins! Is it a loss to spend hundreds of thousands of silver coins to buy some shovels? It’s a **** of a lot of money. No!"

Sixty thousand acres is 40 square kilometers, a piece of land of 5 × 8 kilometers.

The entire Weifu City is an uninhabited land, with tens of thousands square kilometers of desolate land. It is not easy to find a piece of land that can be cultivated along the upper reaches of the Wei River.

The work of opening up wasteland is a bit difficult. At that time, we can sell a dozen more trucks for moving earth and tractors for plowing to these guys.

If they need it.

But the two people standing in front of him were concerned about another thing.

"How much income can you earn from one acre of land in one season?? What a joke!"

Yu Bian, the boy at the construction site, had his eyes widened, as did the big debtor, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Ahem, ignore the fact that there are so many fertilizers, pesticides and seeds, maybe even more! I remember that the alliance's agricultural subsidies are basically in these three items, but that is not the point."

Mosquito chuckled and continued.

"The point is that after they have reclaimed the land and are ready to start planting, I can sell these three items to them and then make another profit!"

For things sold as export products, naturally there are no subsidies.

However, he will not increase the price too much, and will even sell it to them at a slightly cheaper price than the market price.

After all, I am not a fool, and I don’t have to buy it from him. If it is too expensive, I will buy it from someone else.

The boy at the construction site and Bian obviously thought of this as they touched their chins and muttered.

“Fertilizers, seeds and pesticides for tens of thousands of acres of land... Damn it, does that cost millions of silver coins?”

"How many millions? The profit is about the same."

Mosquito chuckled and continued slowly.

"It's not over yet. When the crops in the fields grow, they will have to find someone to sell them, right?"

The debt was stunned for a moment.

"Can't it be sold to the canteen?"

The mosquito looked at him like an idiot.

"How is that possible! That's the canteen of a military base, not the canteen at your doorstep! They have their own supply chain. I'm afraid the contract has been signed before the seeds are sown. How can I buy such a temporary Something grown?"

When he said this, a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"I bet these fools won't be able to sell it! I'll break their bones and take them away... Believe it or not, this artificially cultivated 'organic crop' is probably better than what Luoxiaxing Province imported. The mass-produced goods are still cheap."

In fact, in this way, General Babita can also make a little money.

After all, its labor cost is approximately 0, which means it is a hardship for those rat tribe animals.

But it’s not completely miserable. Working at the rear is much better than grinding meat at the front.

According to Si Si’s updated post on the official website, except for the directly subordinate central army and several armies aided by the Wilantes in Borneo Province, the local troops controlled by the nobles all implemented feudal methods. supply method.

That is, the emperor spends money and the general spends money.

Including the procurement of logistical supplies and the payment of military pay, etc., everything is handled by the latter.

Although the empire's expeditionary force has received training from the legion, after all, it is too far away from the empire's logistics system, and the "infrastructure access" of the production facilities is too low, and cannot even be transported to Silver Moon Bay, so they still use The old method of direct payment.

Mosquito has fully understood this point, otherwise he would not have found a new way to target this company, which seems to have little profit but is actually rich, when everyone is staring at the three enterprises, the army and the academy. It's a fat sheep.

Both of them looked at him with wide eyes.

Good guy.

What an expert...

“This dog coin is too bad!” Liability Big Eye couldn’t help but sigh, “Hang it on a street lamp!”

"How do you talk?" Mosquito rolled his eyes at this guy, "If I don't spend money for them, won't they just take the money back in their pockets? Is this appropriate!"

The boy at the construction site and Zhuan didn't want to hear it, they just sighed like Big Eye.

"The bad one is smoking!"

Mosquito: "...@#%#!"

At this moment, neither the rat soldiers who were busy wielding hoes nor the players watching the excitement noticed that several soldiers from the Free State in the distance were also looking at this side curiously and whispering to each other. What are you wearing?

On the tarmac in the distance, four more killer whale transport planes landed with blue arcs of light.

A group of strong men carrying large and small bags walked out of the cabin with their heads held high.

They are all wearing lime-grey painted exoskeletons. The design of the artificial human alliance equipment looks like the product of Ideal City, but the darker tone does not look like the "Pioneer I" of the 100th Mountain Division. "type" exoskeleton is so bright and beautiful.

General Modlin, who was standing next to the airport and smoking a cigarette, glanced at these people and grinned slightly.

"It seems that the soft-footed shrimps on the east coast are also capable of beating."

He is the captain of the 310,000th team. He commanded the battle the day before yesterday. He has seen with his own eyes how difficult it is for those green-skinned mutants and the goblins they raise.

The Torch Church used the technology of the Prosperity Era to force the group of barbarians to a height that they could not reach originally. Even though it was not the first time for his subordinates to fight against mutants, they still felt a little bit of difficulty.

It is precisely for this reason that although the equipment of the 100th Mechanized Mountain Division is indeed good, he is not optimistic about those idiots at all.

If 10 points is a perfect score, the individual qualities displayed by those people are only 4 points at most.

Because some of the details were too amateurish, he couldn't help but suspect that those guys were not a standing army at all, but a group of recruits who were dragged out to make up the numbers. They were not even as good as the wasteland people in the River Valley Province. Guests can fight.

But these guys who just got off the plane looked like soldiers.

Perhaps these talents are the real elites of the enterprise.

"Those are mercenaries from Yunjian Province," the adjutant standing next to him smiled, but with a trace of disapproval on his face, "They are just a group of guys who work hard for money."

"No matter why you work hard, those who dare to fight are ruthless people," Modlin threw the cigarette **** on the ground, stepped on it and crushed it with his boots, and said with a calm expression, "Don't underestimate them."

Just as the group of soldiers were walking towards the barracks, at the shooting range not far away, a group of young men from the 1st Battalion and 2nd Company of the 100th Mountain Division were receiving final training before going on the field.

They held G9 assault rifles in their hands and were firing at the green target.

Equipped with the most sophisticated optical sights and noise reduction on their helmets, they were all sharpshooters. Only one or two shots missed the target occasionally, and almost all of their guns hit the bullseye.

However, the instructor wearing a military green vest walking behind them was obviously not satisfied with this result.

The man's face was as black as iron, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Cheer up your spirits!"

"Your opponents are mutants who eat people but don't spit out bones! And they are the kind of green-skinned guys!"

"They are stronger, more patient, and crueler than those scaly murlocs! If you fall into their hands, don't expect to pay a ransom and go home. Instead, pray that they give you a good time. Better!"

This group of young men have long been accustomed to the rough roar.

But there are also some show-offs who emptied their magazines in advance and yelled.

"You're right, sir! But we won't fall into the hands of those idiots-"

Before he could finish his words, he was kicked on the butt, and he fell down on the table, almost turning over and falling into the shooting range.

The instructor grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him in front of him like a chicken.

"Report before you speak!"

"Yes! Sir!"

"Let you shout a report!"

"Report! Report!"

Looking at the fearful look in his eyes, the instructor narrowed his eyes slightly.

He is a soldier of the 26th Commando. He once followed the Cloud Team to follow the Trailblazer's footprints and signals, all the way from the Yunjian Province to the Great Desert.

Unlike these guys who signed up to go to the front line after playing "chicken" twice, he has not only seen what the wasteland is like, he has seen what those mutants are like, and he has also seen those killed by mutants. What the unlucky man looks like.

But he didn't say anything, he just gave the trembling guy a meaningful look, and then dropped his hand holding the man's collar.

Looking at the new recruits who stopped what they were doing and looked over, he roared at the top of his voice.

"Look what I'm doing! Stare at the thing in your hands! Stare at your target! Pray that it won't move, and don't pee when you get to the front line!"

The foul-mouthed voice echoed in the training ground, and even the banging gunshots couldn't cover it up.

After the training, a group of people left the training ground in a noisy manner and flocked towards the cafeteria.

Although they were scolded, this unpleasantness did not hinder their appetite.

"What the hell... I've been scolding me for three months, and I'm going to go to the front line tomorrow!"

"Haha, my sword is already hungry and thirsty!"

"When the time comes, I will show you the strength of P City's sniper god!"

“I don’t know if anyone sells LD-47 here. That gun is powerful enough!”

"Indeed, the G9 assault rifle is too weak! It is not worthy of my exoskeleton!"

"I'll ask my brothers in the alliance to borrow a messenger later..."

The entrance to the training ground.

Looking at the noisy group of guys, he looked at Su Ming who was standing aside in confusion, swallowed his saliva and asked.

"Are these guys... really okay?"

While most of them are noisy themselves, that's because they don't really die.

And considering those three difficult days, most people still showed their ability and fought seriously when the fight started.

Obviously.

These NPCs are not.

It’s more like they don’t know where they are going tomorrow and what they will see when they go there.

Su Ming looked a little embarrassed and coughed slightly.

"Don't look at them like this... In fact, they also went to the recruit camp to train for three months, so they won't be held back."

Edge Paddling asked tentatively.

"...Virtual reality training ground?"

Su Ming tried to explain.

"That only accounts for 50% of the training time...we also engage in live-fire training and physical training."

The edge of the water was stunned for a moment.

Good guy.

Accounting for fifty percent!

But there is one thing to say.

The council is pretty good to these rookies. They fired more bullets in one day than he did in the two years before he changed his career to become a firefighter.

Looking at the sophisticated equipment, Edge Paddling felt a little envious, just like the boys in the company looked at him with envy.

It’s better to have money...

(End of this chapter)