This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 813: Why is this enemy more conscientious than my brother?

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"Too...space elevator?! Are you serious?"

The rickety open-top truck traveled on the rugged mountain road, and the rusty iron plates and guardrails kept making clanging sounds as the bearings rose and fell.

It seems like it will fall apart at any moment.

About twenty people were crowded into the cargo box of the truck. Their eyes were full of surprise and disbelief, all focused on the man with muddy boots and a travel bag on his back.

They didn't know where this guy came from. They only knew that his name was Zhang Ze, and he was a businessman wandering in the wasteland.

The luggage on his back was all his property. It contained some strange gadgets and some rags picked up on the road.

This situation is very common.

There are even more merchants than mercenaries in the wasteland. Not all of them are doing business as big as Mr. Lister. The majority are those who live frugally for one or two silver coins.

"Of course it's true! Can I still lie to you?"

I was very satisfied with the eyes that had never seen the world before, and Zhang Ze's face was filled with pride.

Then he reached out and pulled out a crumpled newspaper from the backpack behind him, held it in front of him, shook it vigorously and flattened it. He cleared his throat first, and then read the press release emotionally.

"...In 213, the Wasteland Era lasted for a full 213 years, and the calendar will soon turn to a new year. If some new changes are not made from this moment on, there will be no success in the upcoming 214. Any change. So we decided to do something to light a torch on this desolate ruins that can really drive away the cold night, and not at the expense of the unknown majority."

That was the manager's speech on the radio.

Although he couldn't imitate the smooth broadcasting accent, his hoarse voice was almost the same as the noisy electric sound of the radio.

Starting from the part about the space elevator, he read on until he reached the plan for ten settlements established by the Alliance in the coastal areas of the eastern provinces of Middle-earth.

The eyes of a pair of longing and looking forward to each other, the light blooming becomes more intense.

Food that never sells out, and jobs that even an illiterate wastelander can do!

More than that——

There are also hospitals and schools!

The Alliance's homeless homes even promised to provide interest-free loans to disabled survivors to install non-combat prosthetics produced by Jushi Military Industry - and the start can be postponed until the third year. Repay!

That manager is really a respectable adult!

Not only the sky above his head, he also noticed the dust under his feet - the people struggling to make a living in the wasteland.

Compared to the Kingdom of Heaven depicted by the Torch Church, there is no doubt that the alliance he leads is the real Kingdom of Heaven!

If anyone else said this, they would be wary of seeing it as a trap sprinkled with icing sugar.

However, that adult was different.

Although he never showed off his good deeds, everything he did was seen by the survivors in the wasteland.

Both the survivors living in the Alliance, or those who have simply been there.

It is precisely for this reason that when his voice appeared on the radio in the wilderness, almost all the survivors who yearned for the alliance packed up their bags and embarked on the journey.

Since the disintegration of the War and Construction Committee, people finally have a radio they can trust again!

"...The above is the entire content of the survivor's daily report, and now we are about to go to the first of the 10 settlements-'Settlement No. 1'."

After hearing that the merchant had finally finished reading, the mercenary squatting opposite him couldn't help but ask.

"Don't there be a nicer name for this settlement?"

"Unfortunately, no," Zhang Zequan closed the newspaper in his hand and stuffed it back into his backpack, "but there is actually nothing to regret, just like what is written in the newspaper... Dear Mr. Manager, I hope Let's name it, and it will be our new home for a long time to come."

At this time, a wastelander raised his arm with a prosthetic leg welded on and said with a smile.

"Don't take me with you. I have my own home. I just go there to earn silver coins."

His name is Renault. He is a scavenger from Garbage City. He heard that there will be endless garbage picked up in the southern sea for a while, so he came here to try his luck.

It doesn't matter if there is no garbage falling from the sky. At least the rags in Haiya Province have not been picked up by anyone, let alone the ones left by the previous survivors.

The Alliance's railway has just passed through the Ten Peaks Mountains. It is quite far from the River Valley Province. He spent at least a day and a night on the train.

It shows how obsessed this guy is with garbage.

Zhang Ze shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Of course, that's your freedom."

Not everyone longs for a stable life, but he has been wandering in the wasteland for too long, and sometimes it would be good to think about setting up a home for himself.

Whether they have a dream for their homeland or a desire for silver coins, a group of people from all over the wasteland sit on the same truck.

The road was bumpy for a while, and finally a wisp of people appeared in front of us.

If they see people in other places, the first reaction of most refugees is to be alert.

But it's different here.

The most famous survivor force in the entire wasteland is here. At least before the order here rotted, no raider tribe dared to camp here.

A checkpoint appeared at the intersection ahead.

The driver drove the car straight over and pulled the handbrake after approaching the checkpoint.

A Vaillant officer, surrounded by two soldiers, came forward, looked at the people in the truck and asked.

"Who are you?"

The driver stuck his head out of the window, with a harmless smile on his weather-beaten face.

"Dear military lords, we are the survivors who went to the Death Coast. Where is this place?"

The Wilante officer glanced at him and saw that there was nothing worth paying attention to in the car, so he waved his hand towards the checkpoint and signaled to open the railing to let him through.

"This is the ruins of Haibei City. To go to the Death Coast, you have to walk one or two hundred kilometers south."

"Thank you." Seeing the checkpoint's railing open, the driver breathed a sigh of relief, said thanks and retracted his head through the window.

"You're welcome."

The officer watched the truck start up again. At this moment, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something and spoke again.

"...Right, wait a minute."

The driver was stunned and quickly pulled the handbrake that he had just put down.

"Is there anything else?"

Everyone in the truck became nervous.

Including the prosthetic leg, Renault's hand has unconsciously touched the weapon.

I felt the tension in the atmosphere, but the officer didn't care. He just looked at the people in the truck compartment and said.

"If you are looking for work there, we also have work here."

A mercenary with a bullet chain wrapped around his jacket said alertly.

"We don't want dinars."

The officer's brows twitched fiercely, and although he was annoyed, he still said.

"We give silver coins."

These ignorant people are so picky! It’s really irritating!

It is a pity that the Alliance trains refuse to carry slaves, and the ships and ports in the southern seas refuse to provide any convenience for the slave trade. The clone soldiers do not know how to work, otherwise he would not bother to deal with these poor people.

Many people in the truck's eyes lit up when they heard that these Weiland people actually gave them silver coins.

"How much do you pay? No, I have to ask you what you do first!" Renault's little eyes narrowed to a slit, staring intently at the Wilante officer.

Seeing the group's interest, the officer cleared his throat and spoke.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Anthony, the centurion of the 370,000th team, the person in charge of this construction site... The job you have to do is very simple, which is to dig out the ruins. You can use a shovel for 20 days a day. Silver coins, how about 50 silver coins a day if you can drive a goblin excavator?"

Although they could not find the entrance to the legendary Vault 20 or the Torch's Gestalt Life Project information, they have also dug up a lot of valuable goodies in recent times.

After all, the residents of Vault 20 and the Torch Church have been active there for a long time. In addition to excavating the relics of the Prosperity Era, these guys have also made some creations and improvements based on this.

In short, the Alliance's scientific expedition team opened a branch station nearby, and their leader also agreed to package and sell some less important wreckage and relics to the Alliance's scientific expedition team to earn military expenses.

After all, the cost of dragging these things back to the legion's homeland is too high, not to mention that no one may want to drag them back. They have large areas of ruins in their own homeland that cannot be developed, so there is no need to worry about them here.

They are only interested in the Torch Church's research on the "Gestalt Life Form" project.

After hearing Anthony's offer, everyone looked at each other and laughed out loud.

"20 silver coins a day? Are you sending beggars away?"

"Yes!"

“We do the most unskilled and most labor-intensive work in Dawn City, and we only earn 4 silver coins an hour!”

"8 silver coins per hour! And you have to take care of at least two meals! Also, don't think about using the nutritional paste lake to trick us! I want to eat in the same pot with you! Otherwise, don't even think about it!"

The tense atmosphere at the scene was immediately dissipated.

Seeing that the legion was not robbing but recruiting people to work, everyone became more aggressive. They shouted at each other, which made Anthony, who was standing next to the truck, beat furiously.

These greedy hyenas!

Anthony cursed in his heart.

For these guys who dared to point their nostrils at him, in his hometown, he would have been whipped!

"Okay! Just as you said... an ordinary worker will earn 8 silver coins per hour, and those who can drive an excavator will get twice as much!"

Three groups of mining in shifts, calculated as 8 hours a day, only 1920 silver coins a month.

100 people is only 192,000.

The revenue produced by this ruins is far more than this amount. The batch of "rags dragged out from the ruins of the Vault 20 settlement" that they threw to the Alliance scientific expedition team yesterday were worth 1 million silver coins!

Currently, the development progress of the entire ruins is less than 10%, and there may be many treasures hidden inside.

Hearing what Anthony said, the Renault did not hesitate, holding the railing in his right hand and jumped out of the car.

"I did it!"

Not only Renault, but four other people also stood up hesitantly and jumped out of the car.

It’s already pretty good to earn such a high income from picking up trash, and food and accommodation are taken care of here.

Scavengers themselves are the lowest level of existence in the wasteland. Many people pick up garbage and suffer from various diseases, whether it is slime mold infection or radioactive lesions, not to mention various mental illnesses caused by the loss of sanity. .

Although working under Vaillant is not as secure as the Alliance, it is still more reliable than working under various survivor organizations with unknown origins.

At least, the salary they agreed on will be given.

"Take care, brothers! See you later, haha!" Looking at the guys staying in the truck, Renault smiled and waved.

Looking at him with a smile on his face, the people sitting in the truck hesitated, but in the end they did not get out of the truck.

What if the alliance gives more?

Moreover, even if the alliance does not give as much as the legion, they are more inclined to work for the alliance when the price difference is not big.

One is safety, and the other is a sense of belonging, both of which the Legion cannot provide.

"I wish you good luck." Zhang Ze did not hesitate at all. He just sent a blessing to the random scavenger and leaned against the guardrail of the carriage to wait for departure.

He had decided on his destination from the moment he set out, and he would not get off the bus halfway unless it was absolutely necessary.

Watching the truck go away, Anthony waved to his men.

"Arrange work for them and replace the brothers under the ruins... Also, you can ask the convoys passing by in a while, and you will be given eight silver coins an hour. If you know how to use engineering equipment, we will discuss it separately."

"Yes!" The soldier stood at attention and walked straight, then looked at the five excited and nervous scavengers, "Come with me, I will take you to where you work."

After watching the group of people walk away, Anthony looked at his watch, then looked in the direction of the checkpoint, and frowned.

The reason why he is waiting here is not to find jobs for a few scavengers, but because a big shot in the alliance has made an appointment with him to meet here.

But now it seems that this guy is late...

But at this moment, dust rose again in the distance, and two tall off-road vehicles appeared in his field of vision.

The tightened eyebrows immediately relaxed, and Anthony quickly waved his hand to the side.

"Open the checkpoint!"

Seeing this, the soldiers on the side quickly ran over and lifted up the railing.

Not long after, two off-road vehicles passed through the checkpoint and stopped in front of him, and several soldiers wearing exoskeletons jumped out of the vehicles.

Looking at the shiny exoskeleton, the Wilante people standing on both sides of the road couldn't help but express envy.

Although the Legion also has its own developed exoskeletons, generally only the most elite troops are equipped with them.

After all, this thing puts a lot of pressure on logistics.

Even those regiments in the Alliance that have all awakened members can turn off the power to save energy when not in combat, each regiment must be equipped with at least one or two maintenance companies to repair and perform daily maintenance on equipment.

Not to mention enterprises, repair camps are almost a standard feature of every mountain division. The money they spend on the maintenance of equipment is no less than the money they spend on ammunition.

"Sorry, we were delayed for a while on the road. I hope we didn't keep you waiting..."

Mosquito got off the car and walked towards Anthony with a smile on his face, and extended his right hand enthusiastically.

The latter also smiled faintly, took his extended right hand and shook it.

"I hope you can be more punctual next time."

"Definitely!"

The smile on Mosquito's face became even brighter, especially when he saw the epaulettes on the employer's shoulders, there was a hint of surprise in his smile.

"Good guy, is this a Centurion? Congratulations!"

"It's also thanks to you." Anthony raised the corners of his mouth. Although his expression was relatively restrained, he still couldn't hide the pride in his brows.

The centurion of the legion is similar to the company commander in the People's Alliance military system. He is almost the highest-ranking front-line commander. It is not easy to rise from the centurion.

The reason why he was promoted so quickly, and was promoted to centurion soon after becoming captain of ten, was mainly because of the arms sales agreement he helped lead in the past, which not only saved tens of millions for the frontline troops The maintenance cost of dinars even earned a large amount of military expenses.

Looking at Anthony who couldn't hide his pride, Mosquito chuckled and handed him a cigarette, then continued.

"Thanks to me, you will be promoted sooner or later with your talent."

Taking the cigarette and lighting it, Anthony puffed away for a while, looked at the arms dealer in front of him and said with a smile.

"There's no need for polite greetings. It's quite a long way for you to come here, so just talk about the matter."

Mosquito said with a smile.

"Then I won't waste the general's time. I'll just say it, we still need a batch of arms here."

Anthony asked with a frown.

"Wasn't the previous batch enough?"

Mosquito sighed and said.

"How can that be possible? Our customers are not only arms dealers from Huzhou, but also customers from Leopard State have recently come to inquire. If I had known there was such a strong demand there, I would have sold my own products."

Anthony was a little confused.

"What Tiger State and Leopard State..."

The mosquito said immediately.

"It's the place name over there in Borneo Province."

Anthony nodded suddenly. No wonder he said it was a zoo. This was the reason why he spent so much time there.

"So...your customer is the Empire?"

The mosquito nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, who else could it be? Other small settlements are struggling to buy cannons, and only they can afford so much food."

When Anthony heard this, the expression on his face became even more confused.

"But...I heard that you and the Empire are not rivals?"

When he heard this, Mosquito almost choked to death on his own saliva and coughed several times before speaking.

"Ahem... Then you really insulted us."

Anthony said quickly.

"Sorry, that's not what I meant... I'm just a little strange. After all, you just had a fight with the empire. Aren't you afraid that they will get the equipment to retaliate against you?"

Mosquito waved his hand and said.

"That's not something I consider. As long as our respected manager doesn't say we can't trade with those people, I will sell them whatever they want."

Anthony nodded confusedly.

"I probably understand...how many do you need?"

The mosquito said immediately.

"We want as much as you have!"

Anthony shook his head.

"Then I can't give it all to you. The maximum I can give you is half of the previous batch. The civil service group in Triumph City is also very interested in our batch of arms, and their ships have already set off from Xifan Port. Yes, I heard it will arrive in two weeks."

After hearing this, Mosquito immediately frowned.

The warlords in Leopard State gave no less than those in Huzhou.

After all, there is Jiaowan, which ranks among the top three on the "Big Eyes Tourist Recommendation List". Those ruthless people are much richer than General Jieha in Huzhou.

The customers who came to discuss business this time even directly stated that they would buy double the amount of arms Huzhou bought!

And the ones given are all silver coins!

If the contract had not been signed and the banks doing the currency exchange business had not been contacted, he would have even wanted to simply cancel the business in Huzhou.

"How much do they pay you?"

"Uh, I don't know...but there shouldn't be as many as you. I heard that it seems to be given to them at cost price." Anthony said guiltily.

The mosquito became anxious upon hearing this.

"Then why don't you sell it to us? Do you have a grudge against money?"

Anthony said with a wry smile.

"Of course this is partly a strategic necessity...I don't know if it's appropriate to say this to you, but you are too tough on the community. We need to arm our friends to share some of the pressure from you. , this is not a question of money."

The mosquito said immediately after hearing this.

"That's easy to say! You plan to use this batch of weapons to arm the empire, right? The merchants in Xifan Port took away these weapons to sell to the empire, and we bought them to sell to the empire! What's the point? What's the difference?"

Before Anthony could open his mouth, the mosquitoes started fooling around again.

"The only difference is that the businessmen under your civil service group took advantage of your strategic needs and made a lot of money with cheap purchase prices! And we are more willing to let you make this money!"

"I've made my words clear, can you bear to let those profiteers take away the benefits that should belong to you?"

Anthony was stunned. He originally wanted to refute, but he was thinking that this was also the case?

The equipment obtained by Goblin Technology was sold to the empire, and the merchants of the civilian group also sold it to the empire. In terms of the results, there seems to be no difference.

In that case, why not sell it to the party with a higher price?

And the most annoying thing is the profiteers from the civil service group!

The brothers of the Eastern Legion are fighting for His Majesty the Marshal on the front line, but these guys are trying to make money from them!

But what he didn't understand was, how could this guy say that his enemies were more conscientious than his own people?

Anthony hesitated for a moment and said.

"This... I have to go back and talk to my superior. I can't make up my mind on this matter."

The mosquito said calmly.

"Go, your commander will understand my good intentions."

Anyway, Colway will ask the pangolin what he means by then, and the mosquito on the latter’s side has already said hello.

This card game is a clear card for him.

It will take at least 2 to 3 weeks for those cargo ships to arrive here from Xifan Port. If they are not guaranteed, it will take until the beginning of next year.

Under the situation that the strategic effects are similar, not only can they pay easily, but they can also eat the goods in their hands. There is no reason for these Weirant people not to choose themselves.

Due to the need to report to his superiors, Anthony invited Mosquito back to a nearby camp to entertain him.

Noting that a few survivors carrying shovels in the camp were not from Weiland, but rather looked like faces from the eastern provinces, Mosquito asked curiously.

"Who are those people?"

Looking along his line of sight, Anthony smiled and said.

"Those people you're talking about are the scavengers we hired to dig up ruins. It's a bit clumsy to let soldiers do the work of digging up ruins. This kind of thing really needs to be done professionally."

"That's true..." Mosquito touched his chin and nodded, but he was thinking about other things in his mind.

The people of Weiland actually have spare money to hire people to do this work. It seems that there are a lot of treasures dug under this ruins...

Maybe——

He can do something with the connections he has.

While Mosquito was thinking this, the truck that passed them on the road finally drove to the edge of the Death Coast before falling apart.

Seeing the blue shadow, the survivors sitting in the carriage stretched their necks excitedly and looked towards the coastline.

"It's the coastline!"

"Settlement No. 1!

"

"Hahaha! Here we are! We're here!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...a whole thousand kilometers! I've finally finished walking!"

A military camp sits on the edge of the long and narrow coastline.

To the south of the military camp are floating docks that rise and fall with the waves, and large cargo ships are parked next to the docks. Under the traction of hoisting equipment, containers are constantly being unloaded from cargo ships.

To the north of the camp are rows of container barracks, as neat as tofu blocks.

That must be the legendary settlement No. 1!

They are not the first people to come here. Long before they came here, many survivors have come here and have even moved into the new home prepared for them by the alliance.

Although the containers looked a little crude, they were still better than the tents they lived in along the way.

Compared with the wonderful life in the future, the current difficulties are not worth mentioning.

This is just the beginning.

They will not live in that rusty container forever, they will build their own homes with their own hands!

"The Big-Antlered Deer God is on high!"

"Thank you to the great God of Radiation for blessing! The twinkling light guided me here!"

"Praise the alliance! Praise the managers!"

Everyone was excited and incoherent, each chanting his own sutra and praying.

Some people who couldn't wait had already grabbed their luggage, got out of the car and ran towards the coastline.

Especially the young businessman who was reading the newspaper in the carriage earlier, almost ran away with his muddy boots, cheering as he ran.

The eyes of these survivors without exception shone with piety and excitement.

Like the believers of the Big-horned Deer God, they also follow their own beliefs, and what they believe in is right in front of them at this moment.

At this moment, they just want to reach their dream home faster!

The fare was collected before getting on the bus. The driver did not stop these crazy people who were desperate for their lives. Instead, he cooperated and slowed down the car.

At the same time, several officers from the Southern Construction Corps standing at the gate of Settlement No. 1 also noticed the group of refugees coming towards this direction.

"Another batch of new arrivals," Xiao Yue whistled and grinned, "If this trend continues, we may not have enough containers on hand."

Li Jinrong, the leader of the Southern Construction Corps, nodded.

"This is easy to say, I will contact the North Island to ship another batch."

"...Let them get more prefabricated concrete panels. This kind of iron house is afraid of being hit by a typhoon, and everything will be blown away when the wind blows."

Xiao Yue said this with a smile, and then focused on the busy settlement in front of him.

There are now more than 30,000 survivors who have settled here.

Some of them were rescued from the mutant lairs, and some were thrown to them by the Legion, as well as those who heard their broadcasts and came to seek refuge.

Just like the dozen or twenty people who just came here.

The community staff received the refugees, took them with their luggage to the newly opened container barracks, and introduced them to the facilities here.

Everything is going in the right direction.

Perhaps it won’t be long before Haiya Province can return to its previous appearance, even more lively than when the Iron Tower Organization was still there!

The only regret is...

The people who once lived on this land can no longer see that beautiful scene.

A hint of melancholy appeared on Xiao Yue's face, and he suddenly sighed and said.

"I suddenly missed my parents a little bit. In fact, I have no impression of them, but I just suddenly felt that... it would be nice if they were still here."

Li Jinrong didn't know how to comfort him, so he was silent for a while and slowly spoke.

"When this settlement is on the right track, we will build them a park."

Xiao Yue cast a puzzled look at him.

"Park?"

"Well, there's a monument or something like that..."

Li Jinrong paused for a moment and continued.

"We have to tell future generations what happened here, what price we paid, and how it ended."

"Those who sacrificed for this will stay with us in another form. As long as we remember them, our future will be bright."