This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 732: The alliance’s hometown
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"Survivor Daily"
[Yesterday evening, the 1,000-man team of the Legion's 310,000-man team and the "Purge" team launched an offensive on Heiyun Peak, the second mountain of Shifeng Mountain, and successfully controlled the entire mountain at 22:10...
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Facts prove it.
The troops directly under the Eastern Legion still have two brushes.
After paying 112 casualties, the elite group of Wilantes equipped with automatic firepower finally planted the legion's flag on the top of the mountain before the clock turned in the early morning.
The remaining green-skinned giants and goblins either hid in the artificially dug tunnels and bunkers, or retreated to Broken Blade Mountain, the third mountain in the Ten Peaks Mountains.
Compared with Black Cloud Peak, the natural barrier called Broken Blade Mountain is a bit shorter, but the uncanny craftsmanship of nature is only much greater.
The entire mountain is like a steep sword, cut off in the middle, leaving only half of it. There are cliffs on both sides of the mountain, and even a few trees can't stand, let alone people.
A slanted road spirals toward the top of the mountain, from south to north, and this road is also the most dangerous section of the Eighty Mile White Bone Road. Not to mention that it is difficult for heavy vehicles to pass, even the Death Claws that can climb on rocks have some difficulty.
But even so, compared with several other nearby inaccessible natural dangers, it is easier to build bridges and roads here.
According to the combat deployment of the coalition command, the infantry of the 100th Mountain Division of the Enterprise is responsible for attacking this hilltop, with the alliance and corps providing support from the rear.
The offensive will launch in three days!
Regardless of the battle arrangements for three days later, what Bian Huishui is more concerned about is the legion's performance in this battle.
According to their previous analysis on the forum, the real trump card of the legion has never been the combat capability of an individual soldier, or even a certain unit. The real magic weapon for those guys to win is the huge logistics system and the ability to continue fighting.
Their entire social system is prepared for war. The purpose of all systems is either to complete the production of war weapons, to train officers and soldiers, or to reward meritorious service on the battlefield. military nobles.
Therefore, it is of little significance to discuss the combat effectiveness of a certain unit. Enterprises need to rely on numbers to bluff, and these guys really have a hundred divisions.
And it is a standing army that does not need to be mobilized and can be drawn out at any time!
If it weren’t for the fact that the eastern provinces were too far away from the Triumph City across the vast desert, and most of the logistics could only be borne by the slave states, the performance of the expeditionary force would not be so indescribable, let alone the main battle. The rear area where factions abounded unexpectedly lacked support.
However, what surprised Marian was that, aside from the performance of the Glorious Army, the performance of the 310,000th team in last night's battle was unexpectedly good?
What surprised him even more was the special unit called the "Purge Team".
There are a total of one hundred soldiers, each nearly three meters tall and as tall as an iron tower. Their whole bodies are covered with jet black bulletproof linings and exoskeletons.
Their positioning is probably similar to that of a special operations company under a division-level unit, but in fact their performance on the battlefield is more like a "humanoid infantry fighting vehicle" that coordinates infantry advancement.
These tall guys use shotguns and heavy machine guns as their main weapons, especially the latter, which allows them to fire while advancing without setting up.
In addition, they are also equipped with a large number of incendiary, fragmentation and other types of heavy grenades, and a melee weapon such as a tomahawk or hammer hung on their waist as a "supplementary firepower" at close range.
The fighting style of these guys is extremely tough, and they can compete with the brothers of the Jungle Corps. They often appear in the most dangerous places on the battle line and use the simplest and crudest methods to kill their opponents. Even the most ferocious mutants cannot withstand their surprise attacks.
If it weren’t for the fact that the face that appeared by chance was indeed human, I would have even wondered if that thing was a mutant wearing an exoskeleton...
"Those people are you talking about? Of course they are Weilant people...just the kind who failed to take medicine."
Canteen at a military base.
During the meal, Bian Huishui and Su Ming chatted about this matter. The latter said in a casual tone while handling the fried rice in the bowl.
Edge Paddling asked doubtfully.
"What do you mean?"
Su Ming said.
“Forcibly expressing non-coding genes through awakening drugs is not 100% able to awaken. Depending on the technical route, there is a certain probability of side effects of varying degrees... ranging from death to disability or various genetic diseases. You should Have you heard of it?"
The edge of the water nodded.
"Yeah."
The target of Brother Fang seems to be the victim of the awakening potion.
That seems to be a product of Jushi Military Industry. I remember it was called "Dragon Blood".
Because it is free, many people in Boulder City who want to be mercenaries but have no strength have used it. Jushi Military Industry has even launched a loan specifically for those disabled by dragon blood medicine.
After the inner city collapsed, the new authorities listed "dragon's blood" as a banned drug.
Shelter 404 also has a similar product, but it is much safer than Dragon's Blood.
Although the probability of awakening is also a mystery, and it requires several vaccinations, the biggest accident at present is that it cannot awaken, and there will be no physical disability or the like.
Of course, if "difficulty in giving birth to offspring" is also considered a disability, that would be another matter. Most awakened people have this problem.
I guess this may be regarded as a self-protection mechanism of some kind of biological population - that is, to prevent the inheritance of the ability to express non-coding genes indiscriminately.
Of course, this is just a guess he made based on the game settings.
Awakened people do not exist in reality, and there are not so many mutant creatures.
"...The Weilant people in the elimination team are in a similar situation. You should know that, right? Those guys are 'natural warriors' synthesized through genetic technology by the Weilant Laboratory under the Ministry of Technology during the War and Construction Committee period. ."
Looking at the soldiers of Task Force Alpha who were dining not far away, Su Ming fiddled with the spoon in his hand and continued in a very soft and slow voice.
"If the non-coding genes of ordinary people are a long list of naturally formed **** mountains, then their non-coding genes are artificially designed... There is a saying that the designers of the Ministry of Technology transformed the 'Gestalt Life Form' The unfinished part of the code was written in, and then commented out in some way to make up 23 pairs of chromosomes."
"The original intention of the War Construction Committee is to use these tools to deal with slime mold, and by the way, to collect some experimental data, which can be used to complete the singularity technology that was not completed in the Prosperity Era, and then sterilize it after the end of the Wasteland Era. Or other more civilized ways to eliminate these unstable guys to prevent genetic contamination..."
"This is information I found on Duandian Cloud before. It may answer part of your confusion. As for whether it is right or not, you have to identify it yourself... Anyone can chat with anyone on Duandian Cloud. Most of the time it’s bragging.”
I relied on vm's translator to understand this sentence, which contained a lot of professional terms. After trying to understand it, my eyes widened.
Good guy!
In other words...
Are mutants living in the DNA of the Vaillants? !
No, this statement may not be accurate enough. It would be more appropriate to replace it with "some parts of mutants living there".
Mutants are unfinished products of "Gestalt Lifeforms", and so are the Valantians.
It’s just that the former released all the unstable genes and completely formed a new species, while the latter mixed human genes with some gene fragments that are homologous to mutant DNA!
It is precisely because of this that the Vaillant people awaken, some people will become stronger humans, and some people will become humans with mutant characteristics.
After all, the essence of awakening is the specific expression of non-coding genes in individuals. No one can say which part is expressed well.
"But why is the latter considered a loser?" Bian Huishui continued to ask incomprehensively,
Su Ming made a helpless expression.
"Then you have to ask the experts from Weiland people...I told you, I also heard it from the endpoint cloud."
Edge stroke: "..."
While the two were eating, the Alpha Mobile Task Force at the next table had already cleared the plates, and the four of them walked in unison to get their meals.
"Roasted Pork and Potato Rice Bowl, three more, with more rice." The leader of the team took out the meal card and said concisely.
The waiter in charge of the meal was stunned when he heard this and counted the people standing in front of the food pick-up point again. No matter how many times he counted, there were four.
But he didn’t ask any more questions.
These guys with gas masks hanging on their helmets and goggles covering their eyes don't look like normal people.
"Three servings for you..." After placing the plate of food on the table, he finally couldn't help but remind him, "If the three of you eat together, you can actually order a few separate portions of stir-fried vegetables and rice."
"No, thank you."
The team leader nodded, held three plates in both hands, and turned back to the previous dining table.
Just when the waiter thought it was all over, the team member lined up behind the team leader took a step forward and took out the meal card in exactly the same way.
"Pork and potatoes, three more, plus more rice."
The waiter: "..."
As he expected, the same goes for the two behind them. They ordered three portions of the same dish, and even the gestures of connecting the plates and saying thank you were carved out of the same mold.
These guys seem to have made an appointment.
Everyone ordered the same dish, but they finished ordering a large bucket of potatoes and roasted meat, and not even half of the other dozen or so dishes were consumed.
In this case, the waiter can only contact the kitchen and ask them to work overtime and fry a bucket and deliver it.
What he didn't know was that in the communication channel that he couldn't hear or see, a series of invisible radio waves were communicating at the speed of light.
"Pork roasted with potatoes is good, recommended."
"Really good."
"Not bad."
"Really good."
"Satisfied."
"..."
Just as the soldiers of Task Force Alpha finished their meals and returned the plates, a group of corporate soldiers who had just finished training swarmed into the cafeteria.
This group of recruits had received three months of training in the recruit camp. The training did not stop after they arrived here, and one or two hungry eyes were glowing green.
One of the young men squeezed in front of the meal pick-up point, glanced at the menu on the wall, and quickly slapped the meal card on the clock-in machine.
"Boss, let's have a portion of roasted pork with potatoes! And a portion of braised eggplant and two portions of rice!"
Hearing this dish made me dizzy. The waiter waved his hand impatiently: "The roasted potatoes and pork are gone. They were **** by those guys wearing masks. If you want to eat, wait for another half an hour."
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
"I wipe!?"
"Done?!"
I didn’t think much about eating it at first, but when I heard that it was all done, a group of people immediately swallowed their saliva and queued up curiously.
The queue is getting longer and longer.
Later, not only companies, but also soldiers from other settlements such as the Free State and Garbage City also came to join in the fun.
In just one day, the entire Weifu military base sold nearly 100,000 portions of roast pork with potatoes!
Especially the rice cook from the academy, who started with three servings per person, and the mobile team of a thousand people was shocked to eat like a team of ten thousand people!
Although the coalition's canteen is not for profit, and the profit from a meal is not much, only 1 to 2 Cr, but it adds up to a large sum.
On that day, there was no fighting on the northern front.
A small number of legionnaires were clearing out the remaining mutants and goblins in the tunnels of Black Cloud Peak. But behind those Wilantes, the Alliance's potato-roasted pork rice bowl quietly became popular throughout the military base. ……
Not only were the players dumbfounded, but even Chu Guang, who was far away in Dawn City, was unexpected.
With just one dish, these soldiers from all over the world showed off all the potatoes at the military base...
When Chu Guang, who was far away in Dawn City, received the report from the front line, he was stunned for a few seconds.
"Good guy... can this military base still be profitable?!"
To tell his conscience, Chu Guang really never thought about making money by adhering to donors.
Today's alliance is no longer the poor little village it was back then.
As the manager of the alliance, his responsibility is not just to do everything possible to feed the people who support him, but to lead those guys who are already fed and drunk to rebuild a greater era, to Unite more people who don’t have enough to eat.
It is precisely because of this that, including train transportation capacity, many areas that could have been profitable were given to the friendly forces who adhered to the donor at almost the cost price.
And if the logistics materials are manufactured in Dawn City and Boulder City Industrial Zone, they can even get an additional 50% discount on the cost price! It is equivalent to the alliance giving financial subsidies to encourage donor-related forces to produce logistics materials in the alliance's industrial zone!
Although in the short term this will increase some fiscal deficits, in the longer term, the benefits brought by this are far greater than a small deficit.
"Foreign trade orders" bring not only funds, technology and talents, but also closer cooperative relationships.
Even if the war ends in the future, all of these orders will not disappear. Some will always be retained due to the close cooperative relationship formed by the two sides during the war.
Including the funds, technology, talents, etc. that come with those orders.
This is also a conspiracy.
All parties have long-term interests in solving the slime mold problem, and short-term demands in solving the "natural disaster" of the Torch Church.
Even the most stingy of technology colleges are willing to bear the risk of technology outflow, and transfer some less critical industries that have a large demand on the front line to production in Boulder City, which is closer to the front line, or even hand them over to Boulder Military Industry. OEM.
For example, the capacitor used in the Gauss rifle and the polymer bulletproof lining of the exoskeleton, etc.
The associated technologies are enough to drive the upgrade of dozens of industry chains in the alliance.
In comparison, the financial subsidies paid by the alliance are simply insignificant.
It is no exaggeration to say that Chu Guang has been prepared to pay for this war for a long time.
What he didn't expect was that just three weeks after the war officially started, they were actually making a profit from the canteen?
Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder, looked at him with bright eyes and gave him a thumbs up with admiration.
"As expected of the master! Others lose money in wars, but the master not only did not lose money but also made a fortune!"
Chu Guang coughed dryly.
"...Even if you praise me, it won't do any good."
"How come?"
Holding her chin with both hands, Xiao Qi looked shy, looking at him through her fingers with a pair of big bright eyes.
"The happiness of the master is the happiest thing for Xiaoqi... Hehe."
Meaning? !
Chu Guang glanced at the little one in surprise.
Why do you feel like this guy is getting smarter and smarter?
But who did you learn this dirty talk from?
Is this how the words are used?
"I always feel like the host is thinking about something rude..."
Staring at Chu Guang suspiciously, Xiao Qi crossed her arms in front of her chest, and her slightly raised lips seemed dissatisfied with his surprised expression.
Coughing slightly, Chu Guang brought the interrupted topic back on track.
"No, I was just thinking... I was negligent before and almost forgot our old profession."
The alliance was developing so fast that he had forgotten about the salaries in the pockets of those soldiers.
Including the mission rewards he sends to players.
The money these guys made could not be spent in Shuguang City anyway. In the end, 80% of it was exchanged at the official bank exchange.
It's better to just let them spend their time on the front line.
What the alliance lacks now is not productivity, but a place that can release productivity and generate positive benefits. Maybe you can rely on the spending power of these guys to build a settlement out of nowhere.
This kind of thing is not impossible.
According to reports from the front line, some vendors from Mafu Town even drove ox carts to the terminal station of the railway - the Weifu military base station where non-military personnel are not allowed to take the train, and set up stalls there to sell some local products. Rich in milk, mare's milk and other dairy products.
When survivors from other parts of Jinchuan Province gather, over time, new settlements may be formed there.
"Old profession?" Xiao Qi tilted her head, wondering which one Chu Guang was referring to. After all, he had too many tricks.
"Heavy industry barbecue, light industry beer... Of course, the conditions are better now than before, and you can have other things besides food."
Chu Guangdan smiled lightly, waved his index finger in the air, and flicked the holographic screen to open the window for dispatching tasks and server activities.
His imagination is limited, but he believes that the imaginations of his little players are unlimited.
"...Send some professional life players to the front lines."
……
While the coalition forces on the northern front were busy cooking, the mutants on Shifeng Mountain were also feasting on their meals.
But it’s not rice that’s being worked on, but livestock or people like livestock.
The Torch Church provided them with abundant food and tools for reproduction.
Ever since the fire started in Haiya Province, they have been holding banquets every day, and the good times have never stopped.
Although they have lost two mountains, these green-skinned guys are not anxious at all.
This fierce battle has just begun, and the coalition of human gadgets has just entered their home court.
In addition to things that can dig holes, they also have things that can fly. When those human things actually reach the mountainside, their nightmare begins.
They will tear those guys apart bit by bit, use their blood and internal organs to sacrifice their dead kind, and please their "King of Beasts"!
Broken Edge Mountain.
Green-skinned mutants and goblins all over the mountain are busy preparing for war.
Except for one guy.
In a spacious cave, a large green-skinned creature about ten meters long sat in the center of a pile of humanoid skeletons like a rockery, snoring and snoozing.
The green skin is like moss that has not seen sunlight for a long time, and the pits are like toads. Its arms were like the shovels of an excavator, and the snoring sound from its mouth was like thunder. The saliva hanging from the corners of its mouth dripped onto the bones underneath it from time to time, making a corrosive squeaking sound.
His name is Oulon, and he is the leader of the Rockaxe clan. He has the best appetite and the strongest strength in the entire tribe. He is also a rare natural mutant among mutants.
As an exception to the Gestalt Life Project, it has some of the characteristics of a super mutant. Even if its head is blown to pieces, it will not die. Instead, it will go crazy because it loses its mind. Its resilience can even exceed that of some slime mold molecules. The entity is even more capable than the "Roshan".
Although he looks like a severely obese disabled person when he is asleep, he is not slow at all when he is awake and can even slap a tank away with one slap.
At this moment, there was a noise at the door. The ears that were drooping on the skull were lifted up like pig ears. The sleeping Oulon raised half of his eyelids and made a heavy sound from his mouth. Purring and humming dullly.
"What's going on?"
This is one of its special functions. It only wakes up half of its head, while the remaining half is still asleep.
Standing at the door of the cave, a middle-aged man in a white robe said in a smooth voice.
"Bringing you good news."
Oulon snorted expressionlessly.
"Say."
The man said slowly.
"You will have a full meal soon."
Oulon let out a dull laugh, like a roaring dragon.
"Then I'm really looking forward to it."
After saying that, it closed half of its eyes again and seemed to fall into a deep sleep.
The man nodded, turned around and disappeared from the entrance of the cave, as if he had never been there.
Oulon, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes, a hint of impatience flashed through his amber eyes.
Although many people in the tribe call that human thing the "Beast King", he doesn't really like this guy who is pretending to be a ghost.
Obviously it is the king of beasts!
It's a pity that guy is transparent.
Whether you throw a stone at him or spit at him, it will pass through him.
If that guy had an entity, it would have eaten him in one bite!
……
While the human soldiers and mutants on the northern front were busy cooking, Yin Ser and his 10,000 subordinates, who had boarded the wrong ship and ran to the Baiyue Strait, finally had their first bite of hot rice. .
Grabbing a piece of golden stick-shaped "bread", Yin Ser, whose mouth was full of oil, couldn't help but ask.
"What is this?"
"Fried dough sticks."
Glancing at this guy who had never seen the world, Fang Changyan, who was standing on the dock, said concisely, "Remember, this is your first meal after landing. From now on, this place will be called Youtiao Port."
At noon yesterday, the Jungle Corps detached a team of personnel to go deep into the jungle on the south coast to eliminate the local alien species, and cooperated with the Goblin Corps' W-2H seaplane to remove at least five nests.
At almost noon today, this group of soldiers from the Expeditionary Force landed on the south bank of the Baiyue Strait, camped on the beach, and cooperated with the construction team of Fries Port to build a simple wooden dock on the south bank along the coastline. An underwater isolation net was pulled up.
In the evening, the supply ship at French Fries Port finally arrived and delivered the fried dough sticks before the soldiers starved.
Unexpectedly, the alliance actually gave them bread. The rat tribe soldiers were so excited. After receiving the rations, they stuffed their mouths hungrily one by one.
In Borneo, bread must at least be affordable for citizens with a decent job. Most people eat soil and beans.
Although the bread was a bit oily, no one disliked it at all. Instead, they were moved to tears by the alliance's kindness.
In fact, let alone the soldiers, the officers who were born as citizens have never seen this kind of greasy bread.
Although some delicacies from Auroville City have appeared in Kingallon Port, due to factors such as border closures and distance, the food culture of the alliance has not yet entered the hinterland of Borneo Province. There are only small restaurants in its surrounding areas. range of dissemination.
Even if these officers had seen a lot of the world, they couldn't bear to live on the sea and eat dry food for two weeks. Everyone's mouth was almost filled with tears.
Not to mention the lower-level officers, even Captain Yinseer's eating appearance was not very elegant. He chewed and swallowed hard while mumbling with his oily mouth.
"Thank you... We will remember your help to us, and after the war is over, I will say a few kind words to His Majesty for you."
Fang Chang chuckled, not taking his harsh words seriously, and continued in a businesslike tone.
"You're welcome, you did a good job today, and this is the reward you deserve. Starting tomorrow, we will assign you new tasks, including the construction of barracks and road construction, etc... If your performance meets our expectations We will pay you your salary according to your expectations."
Listening to what Fang Chang said, Yin Ser was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and suddenly said angrily.
"Wait! We are here to fight, not to help you build the port!"
He understands repairing the pier.
After all, people can hold the driftwood and swim to the shore, but the supplies will be useless if they are soaked in the sea. With tens of thousands of people waiting to eat, we can't just rely on the small boats to deliver them to the shore one by one.
He can even understand the construction of barracks. After all, his people also need a place to live.
But what about road construction?
Why do they look like they are here to open up wasteland!
However, although this guy's mouth was not as hard as usual, the chewing action on his mouth did not stop at all.
Fang Chang chuckled.
"Then buy the order."
Yin Ser was stunned.
"Single?"
Fang Chang rolled his eyes.
"Yes, you don't think the food is free."
When Yin Ser heard this, the fried dough stick in his mouth almost fell to the beach, he pulled it off and said anxiously.
"Wait a minute, didn't you...said you would bear our supplies? What about your commitment to the donor body?"
Fang Chang explained patiently.
"We did promise to bear your supplies, but it is not free. In addition, I have inquired that your Emperor did recharge your meal cards, but the money was in the canteen of the Weifu military base. , this place is at least 1,000 kilometers away from the Weifu military base, and we can’t let them come here to build a stove specifically for you.”
Yin Serer was anxious.
"What's the difference? Aren't they all your settlements?"
Fang Chang resisted the urge to roll his eyes and said patiently.
"What's the difference? Port of Potatoes is Port of Potatoes, and Weifu is Weifu. Can you understand that one thing is the same?"
Explaining the rules to this guy is too much work.
Looking at General Yin Ser, who was still confused, Fang Chang took a deep breath and decided to change his communication method.
"Listen, we are not benevolent managers, let alone philanthropists. If you want to eat, you have to pay. If you don't have money, we can lend it to you, even without interest, but you must follow our instructions. There is a way to repay this debt, otherwise let your Majesty provide the money, or you can find a way yourself, don't expect us to support you in vain."
Yin Ser's face turned blue and white with anger, and he wanted to take out a gun and point it at this guy's head.
But thinking that His Majesty's most elite Gray Wolf Army had been beaten up by this guy, and that the people behind him were all Rat Men, he could only swallow his breath.
Looking at General Yin Ser who was silent, Fang Chang suddenly thought of something and said with a smile.
"Be happy, actually this is not a bad thing. If you know the situation on the northern line, you will thank me."
Yin Ser asked subconsciously.
"What happened on the Northern Front? Is there already a fight?"
Fang Chang did not answer his question, but asked with a smile.
"Do you know a guy named Modric?"
Yin Ser said immediately.
"The captain of General Babita! I know him, what happened to him?"
"What happened to him?" Fang Changdan smiled and continued, "He was reincarnated with his subordinates last night."
The Legion fired two 400mm heavy artillery pieces. Judging from the explosion effect, they should be thermobaric bombs or similar things. In short, the power is amazing.
Although the effect on the mutants below the mountain can only be said to be average, all the people on the mountain, whether dead or not, were hit by this cannonball.
Babita claimed that the guy named Modric was killed in a battle with mutants.
However, the players of the Death Corps clearly saw that there were actually some people fighting on the mountain when the cannonball fell.
Those people are not like ordinary soldiers, but more like officers.
After all, they also see how low the morale of the rat tribe soldiers is.
The unlucky man's name appeared in the official website forum discussion thread, but there were only a few sentences.
Fang Chang didn't sympathize with that guy. After all, he didn't know him and didn't care, but he felt that the man in front of him was ungrateful.
The survivors of Kingallen Port do not need to thank themselves. After all, Baiyue Company's local behavior is more of a business, using advanced methods and technologies in exchange for local labor. Before they passed, those people could survive just by eating dirt, and at most they suffered what they deserved.
But these guys, I pulled them out of hell, so that they didn't have to roll into the meat grinder like those clones.
And he is still picking and choosing.
"If you still want to eat tomorrow's breakfast, then do as we say."
After saying this, Fang Chang shook his head, turned and walked towards the dock.
Looking at his back, Yin Ser swallowed, feeling hot and sweaty on his back, but his palms were slightly cold.
The moment he heard Modric's demise, he suddenly felt that it was just as well that he was on the wrong boat...
Not far away, a few rat tribe cannon fodders carrying shovels exchanged blank glances, but they were thinking about other things.
Breakfast?
What is breakfast?
(End of this chapter)