Cannon Fodder's Humanoid Plug-in

Brother, I pick up trash to support you

After leaving the world, Yan Chen rubbed the center of his brows habitually, observed him for a while with a seldom-spoken system, and said:

[You need to rest. 】

"No need." Yan Chen shook his head slightly, and even smiled: "However, you can submit an experience report for me."

【what? 】

Yan Chen: "Hate is stronger than love. For those compatriots who have completely lost their emotions and desires, we can consider awakening them from this direction."

System: [I will submit it truthfully, thank you for your suggestion. 】

The system answered straightly, Yan Chen had already digested the harvest this time: "Let's go to the next world."

C-34, Junkstar.

The sky here is always gray, and sometimes it will turn blue-black and khaki with the arrival of thunderstorms and sandstorms.

Garbage Star itself is not suitable for human survival, but due to various historical problems, there are still many residents here except for the official federal personnel:

Descendants of star thieves, fugitives, exiles, poor natives and orphans...

These people lived under the ruins of the war and lived behind the dilapidated wooden and stone brick houses.

Whenever there is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, this planet will silently send away a few, or even hundreds of human lives.

At this moment, C-34 is facing a terrible sandstorm.

Looking around, the sky and the earth seem to be connected together, and the bad greening and strong winds jointly created this disaster.

The sky is full of yellow sand, which may be mixed with various garbage dumped by some developed planets that have not been processed.

Having been in such a harsh environment for a long time, experienced residents have already moved all the things that can be used in the home and put them against the doors and windows.

They themselves hid in the small cellar with nutrients, water, and tools that were convenient for digging out of the ground later.

at the same time.

In a dilapidated building not far from the official residence, a tall, thin, broad-shouldered young man with a slightly darker complexion pushed the door out.

The wooden door, which was already crumbling, was pushed open, and was soon shaken by the strong wind. Finally, the whole door fell off the door frame and fell into the embrace of the storm.

Going out in such weather, let the people on Desolate Star evaluate it, they will definitely say:

Simply dead.

But Yan Shuo looked at the raging sandstorm in Tiannanfeng, but he just gritted his teeth and never showed any intention of retreating.

He tightened his hat, closed the "sand mask", bowed his waist, stuck to the edge of the ruins, and ran to the official garrison carefully and quickly.

Not long after Yan Shuo left, Yan Chen slowly opened his eyes in the cellar of the wooden house that lost the door panel.

The sound of the wind came from overhead, and the old buildings trembled under the natural disaster.

Yan Chen covered his lungs and let out a violent cough uncontrollably.

Every summer, natural disasters on C-34 will always come more frequently than other times.

The Federation's garbage trucks will avoid C-34 at this time and choose to go to other garbage stars.

As a result, the food sources of C-34 residents will become more scarce.

Yan Chen has not taken even half a bottle of nutritional supplements for two consecutive days.

Lack of nutrition, coupled with the thunderstorm two nights ago, he developed a high fever as expected.

If this kind of ailment is on a livable planet, you only need to enter the nutrition cabin and lie down for 3-5 minutes to be cured.

Even people who are so poor that they can't even afford ordinary nutrition cabins only need to buy a potion that costs no more than ten star coins... Such a potion costs more than 100 star coins in Desolate Star.

In the dark and narrow cellar, Yan Chen turned over with difficulty.

He felt the scorching heat of his body, felt the hard wooden board under his body, and confirmed the current time period.

This year, Yan Shuo was 20, he was 14 years old, and the two brothers hadn't left Garbage Star yet.

In order to get the potion worth 100 star coins, Yan Shuo will agree to the federal officials to participate in the construction and layout of the "Military Academy Selection Competition" venue.

Next, he will get the opportunity to participate in this trial with A-level mental strength and A+ physique, which are extremely rare on Desolate Star.

——The war between different interstellar forces ended after the discovery of the Zerg.

Facing this huge threat, mechanical experts invented mechas to protect the safety of the soldiers to a higher extent and allow them to exert greater combat power.

Correspondingly, in the military academy selection competition, participants naturally also need to drive mechs to participate in the battle.

But Yan Shuo didn't have the money to buy mechs.

All his money was spent on Yan Chen.

Due to his low physique, Yan Chen could not take low-quality nutritional supplements, which would make it hard for him to digest and even make him sick.

All Yan Shuo's money was used to purchase normal nutritional supplements—for the residents of Desolate Star, this was unimaginably extravagant.

Without money, Yan Shuo couldn't even afford an optical computer, and rarely participated in online training matches.

Not to mention buying a real mecha.

In the end, Yan Shuo could only use the official C-34 mecha, which was almost falling apart, to participate in the battle.

Naturally, he became a cannon fodder on the field.

This cannot be blamed on the officials, because the best mechas they can provide are at this level... As for the military academies who came to the selection, they only guarantee the annual admission quota for Desolate Star according to the regulations.

They may sympathize with the inhabitants of the wild star, but they will not lend a helping hand, because it is not within their jurisdiction.

After the trials, Yan Shuo felt as if he had been slapped with chicken blood. The people who approached the station asked for a job, started saving money, accepted sponsorship, and owned a mecha...

He spent more effort than ordinary people, but it was still seven years before he joined the Federation's expeditionary force.

That's not a very good position... Yan Chen understands it as a "vanguard", they are always on the front line of the war against the Zerg...

In less than three years in the expeditionary force, Yan Shuo was injured in a battle and lost both legs.

With the pension, he returned to a small shop he bought for his younger brother on an [-]th-tier livable planet, and lived his life in silence and gloom under Yan Chen's care.

——Because of the long parting in the fighting career, the relationship between the two brothers was not as close as they were when they were teenagers.

A person who is always used to being the caregiver, but in turn needs the care of his younger brother, feels ashamed and uneasy.

The other always remembers the life on the desolate star back then, and thinks that if it is not for his dragging, his brother would have gone to the military school at the most suitable age, and in the end he would not need to join the expeditionary force, and even lost his legs.

In the darkness, Yan Chen sighed.

He knew that Yan Shuo would come back safely, so he didn't take the sandstorm outside to heart and let himself fall into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, the sandstorm had already shown signs of stopping.

Yan Shuo walked into the house, and as he walked, sand flowed from his body, and he carried Yan Chen out of the cellar.

He supported Yan Chen to sit by the bed, carefully took out a potion from his arms, and seeing that it was intact, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and handed it to Yan Chen: "Drink it quickly, you will be cured after drinking it."

"Why did you run out at this time..." Yan Chen took the medicine, uncorked the bottle, and drank it in one gulp.

Seeing that his mental state gradually improved at a speed visible to the naked eye, Yan Shuo took off the "sand-proof mask" and revealed a masculine smiling face underneath: "What are you afraid of? The mask you made is blocking it."

Yan Shuo's head and neck were covered with a thin layer of yellow sand, but his face was clean.

When he was speaking, the sand on the top of his hair fell into his mouth, which caused him to "peh pee" a few times, and his appearance was a little funny.

Yan Chen's eyes then fell on the "sand mask" in his hand.

In the interstellar era, the average lifespan of human beings has reached the 200 mark.

The adult age stipulated by the Federation is 20 years old. On a habitable planet, children are brought up by the Federation.

In C-34, orphans are orphans, no different from other barren star residents, only weaker and easier to bully.

According to Yanchen's knowledge, the vast majority of Garbage Star residents may not even live to be 50 years old.

Part of the reason for this is the lack of medical resources, but it is even more due to the scarcity of basic living resources, as well as poor-quality or even expired and harmful nutrients.

Like Yan Chen, there are not a few residents of Desolate Star who have lived in hunger since childhood, lacked nutrition, and whose physical fitness is worse than that of humans before star history.

Yan Shuo was able to raise his younger brother who was six years younger, no one knew how hard it was.

But Yan Chen himself did not fail to make efforts.

Even if it is Desolate Star, school-age children who have reached the age of six can get a chance to measure their mental strength and physical fitness level.

Unlike his elder brother with double A's in mental strength and physical fitness, Yan Chen is more partial to science.

His mental power is as high as S, but his physique is pitifully low. Most ordinary people's physique is between BC, but he is at D rank-this means that he is born weak, and he can't even do a little heavier work.

The inspectors at that time were so happy to see the S on the C-34, and how disappointed they were when they saw the D.

But Yan Chen was not discouraged.

Due to his physical condition, he seldom went out, which instead made him develop a pure character that was rarely seen on Desolate Star.

The neighbor's sister, Hong Luyue, therefore took great care of him.

Hong Luyue had a job in the official garrison, and it was because of her that Yan Shuo was able to pass in this weather and get medicine.

It was also with the help of Hong Luyue that Yanchen was able to borrow some books from the official from time to time to teach himself skills... This includes simple handicrafts, but also complex circuits, machinery, mecha manufacturing and other aspects of knowledge.

He is not slow to learn, but unfortunately those books are already very outdated, coupled with the lack of materials, Yan Chen can only occasionally make some small things that improve the happiness of life, such as "sand-proof mask" and "thief-proof trap".

The latter can be mass-produced, but no one will pay for it.Materials for the former were scarce, and Yan Shuo spent a long time rummaging through the trash before he could gather enough materials.

"Sand Mask" is Yanchen's most satisfying work so far.

It can not only block wind and sand, but also has a special design, even if the entire face is completely covered by sand, it will not affect the wearer's sight.

Hearing Yan Shuo praise it, Yan Chen bent his eyes and smiled, his thin and pale cheeks became rounder, like a proud cat with its tail raised.

He solemnly declared: "If you gather all the materials, I can still make you an optical brain."

Yan Shuo was very supportive: "Okay! Then I will wait for you to make me an optical brain."

Yan Chen said "Mmmm" twice: "Brother, you pick up trash tomorrow, take me with you."

Yan Shuo resolutely refused: "No." As he spoke, he immediately turned his head to avoid his younger brother's sight: "You're still sick, it's smelly and messy...I'm going to take a bath, if you're hungry, get some nutrition by yourself."

"elder brother……"

Yan Shuo quickened his pace as if fleeing for his life, and hid in the bathroom separated by stones, wooden boards, and curtains.

Yan Chen: "..."

Their house is less than forty square meters in total, so what if they hide in the bathroom?Can the bathroom be soundproofed?

Yan Chen angrily stood up and swept the floor.

Sweeping all the sand out of the door, he grabbed the tape measure and climbed down to the cellar to find a piece of wood suitable for the door panel, but he couldn't move it with all his strength.

Yan Chen shouted angrily: "Brother!! Have you finished washing yet!"

Yan Shuo replied loudly: "I'm done washing, I'll come right over!"

With the help of Yan Shuo, Yan Chen took a bottle of nutritional supplements to start a new home.

Then watched Yan Shuo cook his own dinner.

The kitchen, dining table, and Yanchen's tool table are composed of uneven stone platforms connected together.

Apart from that, apart from a bed, three stools, a small wardrobe, a pot, and a small refrigerator made by Yanchen, there is no other furniture in the whole house.

The refrigerator is about one meter high and half a meter wide, and it still uses solar energy--the electricity bills of Huangxing are ridiculously expensive, and ordinary people can't afford it.

Yan Shuo took out half a Zerg leg from the refrigerator and put it on the cutting board.

This is a larger body, similar to the "wolf" in ancient history, but thinner, longer limbs, and the remnants of the Zerg with two wings.

Fighting against the Zerg for many years, humans have thought of countless ways to destroy them.

Edible Zerg is a category discovered during this long exploration process.

But there are not many such Zergs. Most Zergs contain various toxins in their bodies, and humans cannot resist them at all.

However, these zergs have been found to be edible, and the Federation has no reason to let them harm humans.

As a result, the hunting, breeding, sales, and consumption chains of various edible Zerg were quickly established... Ordinary people may not be able to afford it, but most of them are wealthy people who want to try something new.

The half worm leg in Yan Shuo's hands can be regarded as the best food from the federal garbage truck.

Yan Chen gnawed on the nutrient supplement, and watched Yan Shuo carefully cut off the rotten part of the insect's legs with a thin steel knife, and put it aside.

Then, he gestured twice to the rest, cut it in half, and put half in the refrigerator.

After shaving the other half, Yan Shuo cut off the rotten piece of meat and hair, and threw it into the trash can.

All that's left is the bones and a thin layer of flesh.

Yan Shuo took out two thick steel knives, held one in each of his left and right hands, aimed at the meat and bones on the chopping board and began to chop.

He controlled his strength just right, with high precision, and the meat and bones were quickly chopped into fine and small pieces.

Yan Shuo washed these minced meat and bones, threw them into a pot, and added water to boil.

After a while, the smell of meat filled the hut.

Seeing that the water was almost boiled, Yan Shuo sprinkled some salt into the pot and started to stir fry.

He didn't take out his dinner until the meat and bones were fried into a paste, took a stool and sat down in front of Yan Chen, and asked with a smile:

"How about it, isn't it delicious?"

"It's delicious, but you won't give it to me." Yan Chen muttered, drank the rest of the nutrient in one go, and stood up: "I'm going to wash the pot."

He turned on the water valve, but instead of picking up the dishcloth immediately, he stretched out his fingers disobediently for the first time, wiped the edge of the iron pot, put it in his mouth, and tasted a disgusting sour smell.

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!