This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 246: Send the highest respect to these respectable people

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Not long after the big mouse riding a "motorcycle" set off with a group of mouse brothers, a pioneer team composed of 500 refugees had moved from a temporary shelter to a permanent farm.

There are approximately 1,500 refugees currently stranded in temporary shelters.

Now that winter is coming to an end, the snow is slowly melting and seeping into the soil. They cannot stay in crowded and dangerous buildings forever. It is neither safe nor hygienic. Especially in spring, it can easily become a breeding ground for germs.

Walking in front of the refugee team, Jiuli found Luca waiting at the east gate and shook hands with him.

"I was delayed for a while on the road and kept you waiting."

Luca said gently.

"It's okay. There's snow all the way. It's not easy for you to come here. I'm relieved to see you arrive safely."

After a brief exchange of greetings, Jiuli got straight to the point.

"Where do we start? Here? Or somewhere else?"

Last year, their camp at the east gate was destroyed by a snowstorm, and the wreckage left behind is still vaguely visible on the ground.

Old Luka looked at Jiuli and said.

"Instructions from the manager, your home is at the west gate, and the top priority now is to solve the housing problem. Bricks, cement and wood have been delivered to the construction site, and there will be dedicated personnel to guide you on how to construct. After the house is built, , we will assign spring plowing tasks to you."

"Land is distributed according to households. One household of two people is allocated 10 acres of land. For each child in the family, an additional acre is allocated. Those who are over 16 years old and unmarried are allocated 3 acres per head. After a family is established, a new household is allocated and the land is allocated again. 10 acres of land."

"The land ownership belongs to the collective of Changjiang Farm. It cannot be transferred or leased. It will be inspected every quarter. Violators will be expelled from their household registration and their land will be confiscated."

"In the first three years, we will provide you with seeds and fertilizers, and you only need to hand over half of the harvest to us in return. At the end of the three years, if the land is not abandoned, you will be completely responsible for taking care of the land allocated to each household. , you only need to turn in 20% of the harvest, and the rest of the grain is no problem whether you keep it yourself or sell it to the granary."

The refugees were whispering, and everyone’s faces were filled with excitement.

"Provide seeds?"

"And fertilizer!"

“It’s incredible to only hand in half of the harvest.”

Let alone them, Luka himself found it incredible.

In the wasteland, allowing servant farmers to keep 20% of their crops is considered generous.

However, the manager not only allowed them to keep half of the crops, but even generously said that he would provide them with seeds, fertilizers and professional guidance for the first three years.

"The reason why refugees are refugees is because they are rootless people. On the one hand, the food grown on the land is important. On the other hand, we need to use the land and work to tie them to us. Don't be too fussy. Just think about Run when you do something."

"Each household contracts 10 acres of land. According to statistics, among the 500 farmers, they can cultivate at least 5,000 acres. These 5,000 acres of land will not only allow more than 500 households to live a good life, but also supply thousands of Human rations allow the other refugees who stay in factories to fill their stomachs and develop production."

"Part of the remaining 25,000 acres is managed by collective farms, mainly farmed by prisoners of war. The other part is contracted and managed by shelter residents, and the grain produced is purchased by the granary."

The above are the actual words of the administrator.

Luka didn't fully understand, but he had a new understanding of the kindness of that adult.

He sincerely hopes that these poor people can live a good life.

Such a kind heart is really rare in the wasteland.

After settling down Jiuli's side and handing over the tools and building materials to them, Luca handed over the remaining work to the foreman and guards and returned to the farm alone.

In the office, Captain Wrench of the Guard was waiting for him.

Currently, Changjiu Farm is short of manpower, especially in terms of logistics.

In addition to standing guard, the guards occasionally have to take on the task of communicating with the refugees.

The same is said by the manager.

This is a temporary measure and will be reformed later.

After all, for the refugees, a crisp black uniform with a large-caliber rifle on the back is far more convincing than a piece of paper full of words at any time.

To put it bluntly.

Literacy education has only reached its primary stage. Most people do not know a few characters and cannot remember the regulations once they are long.

For them, the law is far less important than the words of a manager wearing power armor.

This feels safer than anything else.

At least in Qingquan City, the people of the wasteland recognize this.

"The transportation route to Yumu District has been restored. Currently, transportation capacity and human resources are very tight. We can only guarantee the supply of 500 to 800 logs to the farm every day... This is without affecting the land reclamation work."

"The manager said that land reclamation is the first priority. I will arrange for people to handle these wood and just hand it over to me after it is transported to the farm."

Luca paused for a moment and continued in a serious tone.

"In addition, the brick factory has prioritized its production capacity to the Changjiang Farm. We need to build at least 500 houses before the end of the month and ensure the completion of three collective dormitories in the farm, so that all the refugees in the temporary shelters can be fully occupied. Move here."

Wrench hesitated for a moment and said.

"Is such a short time enough?"

They still need to prepare for spring plowing, so it may be difficult to free up many manpower.

However, Luka's answer was beyond his expectation.

“At first, I thought this task would be difficult to complete, but the diligence of those shelter residents exceeded our expectations... One-fifth of the wasteland reclamation task currently undertaken by them has been completed, and it can be completed in a week at most. Can complete all remaining tasks."

"The manager said that if the situation is optimistic, they can solve another 10,000 acres of wasteland before the 20th."

“Including the 10,000 acres of land reclamation task undertaken by the prisoners of war, there is no problem in completing the 30,000 acres of land reclamation task before spring plowing.”

“In this way, all the saved labor force can be involved in the construction of houses, and the resettlement progress of the refugees can also be accelerated.”

As he spoke, Luka unfolded a picture.

There is a picture of a house with a brick and wood structure. The overall shape is boxy and unremarkable, but it has all the necessary designs.

“This is a row house designed by shelter residents. Each household is 36 square meters, with a mixed brick and wood structure. It requires a small amount of building materials, and its thermal insulation performance and safety are quite reliable.”

Wrench stared at the drawing for a while. Although he didn't understand it very well, he intuitively felt that the bricks and cement used in this kind of house were indeed much less than those brick houses in the farm.

After a long time, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Sending my highest respect and gratitude to these respectable people."

Luca also nodded with emotion.

"We really have to thank them, they have paid so much."

Wars, natural disasters, famine, disease...

Even compared with the toughest days in the past, this year's winter is undoubtedly **** mode.

Without those blue coats, let alone the refugees from other places, few people in the entire northern suburbs would be able to survive this winter.

No one died of hunger this winter, and we even had a prosperous New Year.

This is almost unimaginable.

Of course, for Luca himself, his gratitude is much simpler.

Without the manager's bargaining chip, I might have died at the gunpoint of a guard.

He doesn't understand many big principles, and he still doesn't even understand what the manager said to him: "Stand up, don't kneel."

Luca only knows one thing, he saved his life.

Then this life is his.

……

Night.

The caravan heading towards Boulder City settled in an abandoned office building.

They cleared the nibblers from the lobby to the corridor and arrived at the second floor of the office building.

A trip rope was tied to the exit of the safe passage, and the caravan guard responsible for escorting Qian Lai and others back to Boulder City walked up to Xu Shun and Fang Chang and said to them.

"This is our safe house on the edge of the Fourth Ring Road. We will rest here for one night and continue our journey after dawn."

His name is Luo Guang, and he has been working for Liszt for five or six years. He is considered an old employee of the caravan.

The other two guards have worked for two years respectively. The one with a submachine gun on his chest is named Wang Zhong, and the one with a bandage on his right arm is named Kaiya - Fang Chang asked these things from Xu Shun.

Before arriving here, the group encountered an ambush by a group of looters. The unlucky guy named Kaia was unfortunately shot in the right arm.

Those goblins hiding in the ruins always appear unexpectedly and open fire without saying a word, without any concealment of their naked hope.

Everyone present had a frightened expression on their face, except for one person who had a normal expression on his face, like a normal person.

That person is Fang Chang.

Isn’t it common sense in RPG games to encounter bandits when running a business?

The production team asks you to bring a gun, and it will naturally give you a place to use it.

Don’t do six basic things.

He didn't find it strange at all. Instead, he thought that group of people were too bad.

"Safe house?"

Xu Shun glanced around, as well as the mold in the corner and the carpet formed by mutation every year. He didn't feel that this place was safe at all.

Qian Lai stood aside and said with a grin.

"Don't be nervous, those nibblers won't jump out of the ground. Even if there is a small incubation room on the roof, there won't be a lot of them suddenly. As long as you use it properly, the nibblers wandering in the corridor will Instead, the eaters will become our cover."

There were at least hundreds of Eaters in the lobby on the first floor. When they came up, they only killed a dozen of them, and there were still a bunch of others left.

If there are predators who plan to attack them, they must clear out the predators from the lobby to the safe passage like they did.

Even if the predators didn't fire a single shot and executed the eaters in close combat, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground would still be heard by people on the second floor.

As long as someone is left standing guard near the exit of the safe passage, everything is basically guaranteed to be foolproof.

Qian Lai patiently said to the two rookies who had never traveled far: "It is very dangerous to light an open fire here. We may have to spend the night in the dark. Have you brought any dry food?"

Xu Shun said.

"Bring it."

Qian Lai nodded.

"That's good, there's no place for you to light a fire and cook."

The dry food for the caravans is nutritional paste. Although there are wheat cakes, they are frozen hard and no one wants to eat them.

Xu Shun took out the warm steamed buns from his arms, then reached into his backpack and took out the pickles in the jar. He cut open the bun with a knife, poured some pickles on it, stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite.

The surrounding caravan guards looked at him curiously and whispered to each other in low voices.

"Why is this bread white?"

"Weird food."

"I've seen it at their market...but it's so expensive, one lump actually costs 4 chips!"

Hearing this, the other two guards had expressions of surprise on their faces, and they looked at Xu Shun with a hint of envy, as if they were looking at a rich man.

4 chips for one meal!

This is so luxurious!

Fang Chang ate steamed buns and quickly finished them. He walked to the window and sat down. He took out the small book in his pocket and took a look at it in the weak moonlight outside.

There are densely written small words on it, all of which are his experiences along the way. He plans to update them to the forum after he is offline for a while.

The situation in Qingquan City is completely different from that in the northern suburbs.

They encountered at least two raiders' attacks along the way.

The first time, there were five people. They shot at them randomly with iron pipe rifles, but three of them were quickly killed, and the remaining two fled.

The second time we came, there were a little more people. We saw a total of twelve people, enough to make a team of ten people.

Kaia, who was sitting against the wall, treated the wound with alcohol and cursed in a low voice.

"What a bunch of bastards! They bully the weak and fear the strong!"

Xu Shun looked at him and asked.

"Why are there so many predators?"

Kaiya muttered: "It's everywhere. In those empty buildings, there might be a pair of eyes hidden in any window. The places where bullets can't hit don't hinder the eyes. Eighty percent of them have been staring at us from the moment we entered the city. Come on us."

Xu Shun said suddenly alertly.

"Then if they surround us..."

Kaia smiled.

"Relax man, not all predators turn into bone-chewing tribesmen, just like not all cancer cells turn into tumors. At least a third of the predators are former mercenaries , either killed his employer or harmed his companions. He couldn't go back to Boulder City, and he couldn't muster the courage to start a new life. In the end, he just didn't do anything and became a robber. What do you expect from such a scumbag? How capable can you be?"

Wang Zhong, who was sitting on the side, interjected and said: "We are quite lucky. All we meet are those doing small business. It will still be troublesome if we do big business."

Xu Shun: "...what do you mean?"

"That's what I mean," Kaiya took out a bullet with tweezers, shook it in front of him, and said with gritted teeth, "Steel ball, almost 6mm...Thank God, if it were a lead bullet, I would The arm is probably useless."

Wang Zhong laughed and teased.

"How about replacing it with a robotic arm?"

Kaia rolled her eyes.

"Come on, I can't afford it."

That kind of expensive equipment is not something someone like him would dare to think about.

Liszt has a temporary employment relationship with the vast majority of people here. Only a few people can become core employees and serve the caravan for life - and this is also the motivation for their struggle.

Looking at the subtitles that appeared intermittently on the VM, Fang Chang thought for a long time and continued to write in the small notebook by moonlight.

[...Mercenary is a very common profession in Boulder City, and most of the people engaged in this profession are from poor families. 】

[At the same time, the private armed market with severe oversupply has led to the extreme involution of the mercenary industry. The vast majority of mercenaries must risk their lives to earn pitiful remuneration to survive, and this is also the reason for the chaos in Qingquan City. The root...]

[At least one. 】

Close the notebook in your hand.

Fang Chang was about to log off, but for some reason, he suddenly had a vague intuition in his heart.

It's like being stared at by something.

Putting the pen in his pocket, his square hand unconsciously touched the mechanical compound bow leaning against the wall.

After awakening, he has 7 points of perception.

Although it is not high compared to perception players, but compared to ordinary people, it is 140% intuition.

Coupled with the experience accumulated in battle, his actual perception of danger is not weaker than that of a low-level perception system rookie.

Noticing the movements of his hands, Luo Guang cast a questioning look at him.

"Did you find anything?"

Fang Chang couldn't understand what he was asking, but he could guess from his expression, so he nodded silently.

The three guards and Xu Shun on the side were immediately alert and clenched their weapons, while Qian Lai hid in a safe place.

He is self-aware of his own fighting ability, and at the same time, he also believes that these people can successfully deal with the predators without having to take action himself.

Everyone is quietly on guard.

At this moment, Fang Chang’s hand had already moved.

I saw him lifting the mechanical compound bow, and an explosive arrow was clasped on the bowstring. After silently counting the seconds for a few times, he shot a clean arrow towards the window opposite the corridor.

Crossing a distance of tens of meters, the arrow exploded with a burst of fire the moment it shot out of the window. The steel **** caught in the paper shell flew around, and soon a miserable wailing and heavy sound came from the window. The sound of something falling to the ground.

"Enemy attack!"

"It's a predator!"

Kaia chased after him toward the window directly opposite, while the other two watched the doors of the corridor and the safe passage.

That's the only way up if you don't take the elevator.

The predators downstairs heard the exchange of fire and immediately rushed down from below.

Standing at the entrance of the corridor, Luo Guang held a submachine gun in his hand and fired a burst of fire at the looters who rushed in. Two of them were killed on the spot. The other one was lucky enough to hide behind the bunker and tried to fight back, but failed. After two shots, an arrow was stuck in his forehead, and he fell back with his pupils blurred.

As soon as Xu Shung took aim and prepared to shoot, Fang Chang had already put away the compound bow.

The battle is over.

"There are still three minions who haven't come up yet!"

Kaia, who was standing by the window, raised the rifle in his hand and fired two shots at the fleeing figure. When he saw that he could no longer hit, he put the gun back and spat.

"Damn it, let these dogs run away!"

Carefully approaching the entrance and exit of the safe passage, Luo Guang confirmed that the predators had retreated, then squatted down and inspected the body.

"...I'm afraid they are the same group of people we met during the day. They have been following us."

Kaia couldn't help but curse.

"What do these idiots want to do?"

Wang Zhong laughed and joked: "Maybe I'm hungry."

Everyone chuckled a few times.

Although it was a near miss, it still made everyone nervous.

Luo Guang patted Kaiya on the shoulder.

"There is still a long way to go tomorrow. We will arrive at Boulder City at about noon. I will sleep for a while and come to change your shift in the middle of the night."

Kaia gave him a trusting look.

"Okay, boss."

Fang Chang returned to the window and sat down. After confirming that the crisis was over, he calmly glanced at the small book, then stuffed it back into his pocket, closed his eyes and brewed sleepiness, preparing to log off.

Xu Shun walked to Fang Chang and sat down.

Of course the manager told him that when his residents were sleeping, they must keep a vigil and not let anyone get close.

Luo Guang glanced at Fang Chang, who had his eyes closed, and then at Xu Shun, who was sitting next to him, and asked in a low voice.

"Is he asleep?"

Xu Shun nodded and said.

"Yes."

According to the agreement, Fang Chang will come to change his shift at around 3 a.m., and he will not wake up during this time.

"Enviable psychological quality," Luo Guang grinned and continued in a low voice, "I just wanted to tell him that those two arrows shot beautifully."

Among the mercenaries in Boulder City, if they could choose, few would use bows, arrows and crossbows. After all, the output of this kind of weapon is unstable, and its maintenance is much more difficult than that of a gun.

Only some awakened people, considering their upper limit, will choose weapons that can better utilize their physical advantages.

However, most of them are mainly throwing objects.

For example, throwing knives, javelins, and grenades, these three are the most common.

Although he is not as discerning as captain Han Long, Luo Guang is certain in his heart that the sleeping master is the awakened one!

Xu Shun nodded and said.

"I will convey it to him when he wakes up."

Luo Guang made a no problem gesture, then put the hat on his face, leaned against the wall, and started snoring after a while.

The room became quiet.

It was as if the previous battle did not exist.

Xu Shun glanced at VM.

There is no signal at this point, and all that can be retrieved is the short-range signal sent from Fang Chang's device.

"The edge of the Fourth Ring Road... If we can walk to Boulder City tomorrow, the location here should be right in the middle."

Xu Shun muttered in his heart and made a mark on the map.

This area can be used as a transfer station for signals, and caravans heading from the northern suburbs to Boulder City can also stop here.

However, there are predators around, so you must be cautious.

……

A night of silence.

The next morning, the group continued on the road.

As he got closer and closer to Boulder City, Fang Chang speeded up his pace unconsciously, and the excitement in his heart was indescribable.

I have been living in the Boulder City where the official website settings are concentrated!

The largest survivor colony in Qingquan City!

Soon, he will confirm with his eyes what surprises the game production team has prepared for players!

After turning a street corner and standing on a straight twelve-lane elevated highway, the excitement on the square face was gradually replaced by shock.

A majestic giant wall, as high as twenty stories, stands like a dam between two buildings that reach into the sky.

The pressure of the giant thing rushed towards my face.

You can feel it clearly even from a kilometer away!

"Seeing that huge wall is equivalent to seeing the Stone City. The road ahead will be much easier," Qian Lai said with a relieved smile on his face, "Finally, I have a warm mattress to sleep on. You can stay at my house. Although it’s not big, the environment is definitely much better than a hotel!”

Similarly shocked by the scene in front of him, Xu Shun couldn't help but speak.

"How many tons of cement will this cost?"

Qian Lai said with a smile.

"Who knows, and it's not all made of cement. Maybe some garbage or discarded concrete blocks are mixed in. Anyway, it has some history. This giant wall is mainly to deal with the threats of alien species and 'waves', but there are some For one thing, it’s been a long time since a wave threatened the walls of Boulder City.”

Xu Shun: "Incredible!"

"It's really incredible, but I heard that this settlement was built after the ideal city... but the specifications are far different."

Having said this, Qian Lai paused for a moment while squinting his eyes and looking into the distance. There was a trace of longing in his eyes as he looked at the giant wall.

"I hope to visit Ideal City one day."

Xu Shun: "...an ideal city?"

Qian Lai: "Well, our boss went there once and said that it was the closest place to pre-war society in the entire wasteland... Although I bet that he didn't know what pre-war society was like."

Xu Shun didn’t quite understand.

For him, who grew up in the northern suburbs, pre-war was a very vague concept.

He only heard that people in that era had endless amounts of honey to eat, endless milk to drink, and clean water, and they could even drink one bottle and throw another away.

The cans, glass bottles and other treasures they picked up from the wasteland were all unwanted garbage in that era, and no one would even take a look at them.

On the contrary, those daunting tall buildings are the treasures that they flock to.

Everything about the Prosperity Era seems to be completely opposite to this era.

Fang Chang no longer cared about reading the subtitles. He put the earphones given to him by the manager on his ears and excitedly took a dozen photos of Boulder City.

Although this is outside the communication range and the photos cannot be sent back, it doesn't matter.

He can be stored in the VM's photo album first!

After all, this was an opportunity he bought with 250 silver coins, so he couldn't waste it.

When he goes back, he will have to take these photos and write an article about them!