This Game Is Too Realistic

[From today, the submarine freshwater pipeline is officially connected to the water, and the water tank on the island has been refilled. According to the water supply agreement signed between the Office of the Governor of Round Island and the City Hall of Potato Fries, the import price of fresh water is only 0.8 silver coins per ton! The price of domestic and industrial water on the circular island will be restored to that before the destruction of the ocean current power station, and there will be no monthly water limit. 】

[Survivor Daily Baiyue Strait Branch reports for you! 】

Recently, Survivor Daily also opened a branch in Chip Harbor. Although the newspaper office is not big, it only has a log cabin of 20 to 30 square meters.

The president is a girl from the Moon Clan named Misa, who was a teacher before the Xilan Dynasty launched a purge of the Moon Clan.

After learning about the Survivor Daily, she decided to set up a branch in Chip Harbor to report local anecdotes and promote cultural exchanges among people of all ethnic groups, and at the same time help her fellow Moon people improve their literacy rates.

Some things do not have to wait for the literacy rate to rise. On the contrary, it is precisely because of doing this that people will have more motivation to actively learn knowledge.

As for the admission principle of Survivor Daily, it is also quite loose. As long as you swear to stand on the standpoint of all survivors, you can be recognized by other branches and the head office of Dawn City. Seals are considered orthodox.

Of course, if one day a certain branch no longer takes the position of the survivors, the Shuguang City head office and other branches will issue another statement to expel him from the team, and will no longer reprint or quote any news from the newspaper , which is also an exit mechanism.

If it is from the perspective of profit or publicity, this kind of management and exit mechanism is of course problematic, but in the words of the managers, the alliance is not the only newspaper.

If one day all the Survivors are withdrawn, or only the one in Dawn City is left, it means that its historical mission is over, and it is time to retire to a museum, and people at that time will naturally find new ones. Something replaces it and keeps going.

Since there are no paper mills or printing plants on Chip Harbor, the Survivor Daily Baiyue Strait Sub-Newspaper is temporarily manufactured by the printing plant on the circular island. Some fishermen, sailors, and dock workers who often travel between Chip Harbor and Round Island occasionally bring newspapers back to the island from the shore.

So even though Survivor Daily is not sold on the roundabout, the newspaper can still be seen on the pier.

0.8 silver coins?! Damn, what they sold us was 1 silver coin!

Looking at the newspaper in his hand that seemed to be wrung out of water, the repairman standing on the pier widened his eyes and couldn't help cursing.

Due to their frequent visits to the shore, the residents of the circular island are no strangers to silver coins, and they can easily convert the latter into money in their pockets.

After all, the people who operate the water tanks and faucets also want to make some money, the middle-aged man squatting next to him grinned and said with a smile, Do you expect them to drink the northwest wind to work?

I'm not saying they can't make money, the problem is that it's too easy to make money! The repairman shook his head, closed the newspaper in his hand, and stuffed it back where he picked it up.

It's almost time to go to work.

Recently, there have been more orders from Potato Chips Port and Gold Gallon Port, and the factories and ports on the circular island are bustling again.

In order to improve the efficiency of loading and unloading, the port office even put back the almost rusty gantry cranes piled up in the warehouse, sent some of the boys who were carrying boxes on the dock away, and let them go back to work in the factory .

And those old skilled workers who lost their jobs along with the large ocean current power station finally got jobs again.

To be honest, if there are no more capable positions on the roundabout, they all plan to try their luck at Chip Harbor.

I heard that they are also upgrading port automation over there, and the salary is not low. The only risk is safety.

The middle-aged man squatting next to him smiled, threw the towel on his shoulders, and stood up with the repairman.

Anyway, even 1 silver coin is much cheaper than before! And there is no restriction on water consumption... The days of taking a bath a day are finally back.

It's tropical here.

A day without a shower is enough to kill you, especially if you still work on the docks.

Not long after the two middle-aged men left, a group of young lads who had nothing to do wandered here from the settlement, and squatted exactly where they had squatted before.

Not all of them found jobs in the factories, and although they were no longer needed at the docks, they still came here habitually.

After all, many of their friends still work here, and occasionally some interesting boats pass by here.

Anyway, they who received the relief money were not in a hurry to make ends meet, they were in a daze wherever they were, so it was better to find an interesting place.

Hey! There's something here!

A sharp-eyed young man quickly found the stack of newspapers stuffed under the ladder, pulled it out and unfolded it, and ostentatiously yelled at his companions.

Look what I found! Newspapers brought back by the sailors!

Hearing this shout of surprise, the boys who had just squatted against the shadow immediately stood up and surrounded them with great interest.

The latest issue of Survivor's Daily, the newspaper over Chip Harbor! Let me see what's written... Good guy, the submarine freshwater pipeline is officially open!

real or fake?!

No wonder my mother said yesterday that the water bill has been lowered... It's what happened for a long time!

Hey, I found out yesterday.

I heard that the pipeline will go through the minefield...won't it affect the ongoing war?

War? If you don't tell me, I'll almost forget about it.

This battle has been fought for so long, and I have never seen a single person from Vault 70.

A group of young men gathered in front of the newspaper, chatting about the news in the newspaper, and the topic quickly changed from the newly opened submarine pipeline to the bar advertisement on the third page of the newspaper.

It had the densest mass of color illustrations in the whole paper, and while it wasn't anything particularly exciting, it was as fatal to these young men of a troubled age as the alcohol and cigarettes of the old ones.

But not all of them are interested in those advertising illustrations that are not nutritious, for example, Suni sitting here is thinking about other things.

A few months ago, he produced canned herring at the cannery on the circular island. Later, a series of things happened. The canning production line and the automated loading and unloading equipment at the port were forced to close down. He went to the port to do odd jobs at the call of the governor's office.

Now that the trade on the circular island has resumed, the automation equipment in the port and the production line in the factory are no longer loss-making products, and the Governor's Office hopes that they will return to work in the factory.

He always felt like a convenient and easy-to-use machine, being led around by the nose.

It's not hypocritical.

Seventeen or eighteen years old is the age where people like to think wildly. If you don't waste your time on beautiful girls, you can only think about the question of where are you from and where are you going?

When he saw the news of the completion of the submarine freshwater pipeline in the newspaper, he felt a lot of emotion in his heart. Especially when he learned that the survivors of Coral City participated in the design of this pipeline, he felt even more so.

so good.

While the people of the roundabout were still busy with the confused war and being led by the nose because of inexplicable things, those most unlucky guys had come out of the disaster a few months ago, and Started a new life.

He also wants to live a meaningful life...

Having finally made up his mind, he suddenly raised his head without warning, looked at the guys gathered in front of the newspaper and said.

I want to go to King Galleon Port.

The boys chattering about the news fell silent, and only the cooing of seagulls remained on the pier for a while.

A little fat man with a tanned red face stared at him for a long time, confirming that the expression was not joking, his round eyes suddenly widened.

What are you on the nerves?!

Golden Galleon Harbor? !

The difference between there and the French Fries Harbor next to them is not just a few words, but another continent more than two thousand kilometers away!

A piece of wasteland that looks more like wasteland than Haiya Province!

There is neither unemployment benefits nor insurance, and even the most basic life safety cannot be guaranteed, and the oldest and most primitive slavery in the history of human civilization is still practiced.

In a place like that, killing a person is as common as killing a fish.

The exclamation broke the silence at the scene. Seeing that his friends were all looking at him like a madman, Suni quickly explained.

Wait, guys, don't be in a hurry to laugh at me... Do you remember the ship from before?

A well-built young man with freckles on his face froze for a moment.

You mean those thighs—wait a minute, aren't they right at Chip Harbor?

A few months ago, when the cargo ship from Jin Gallon Port was docked at the port, the graceful figures on the deck lived in the dreams of many adolescent boys at night.

They were sitting on the pier drinking beer, even sitting in the same position.

As soon as they heard that ship, everyone immediately understood which ship this guy was talking about.

But there's more to Port Gum Gallon than—well, I mean, there's a lot of change going on in the whole wasteland, and people out there are doing things for a better life, and I'm killing time here ! Suni coughed hard, and looked at his companions who were staring at him seriously, Don't you think this is a waste?

Everyone exchanged blank glances, then turned to look at him again, more convinced that there was something wrong with this guy's head.

Is there anything wrong?

It's actually not bad to watch their jokes here.

I agree. The little fat man whose face was tanned red also nodded, Just look at the things in the wasteland, if you really go...I'm afraid I will be stewed into soup.

I can't explain it clearly to you, Suni sighed helplessly, and looked in the direction of the port with abandon, I have learned so much knowledge, not to move boxes at the port, nor to place cans on the assembly line. , Those tasks can obviously be handed over to machines...Let’s be honest, I’m not actually needed here, but I feel like I might be needed there.”

The companions looked at each other, and seemed to understand this time.

Good guy.

After working for a long time, this kid wants to pretend to be a great god to the natives in the wasteland.

By the way, cheat a few more beautiful girls.

Then... what kind of work do you want to do?

Wanting to persuade this whimsical guy again, the freckled face stared into his eyes seriously, but he didn't expect this guy to even think about what to do after he went there.

Teacher. Without avoiding the questioning gaze, Suni replied without hesitation.

Everyone was surprised again when they heard the words.

teacher?!

What can you teach them?

You can't find work yourself!

Language, arithmetic, even physical chemistry, everything taught in school, Suni counted on his fingers, looked at the crowd and said, Maybe the knowledge that is not used in the factory can be used there. I heard that there are many people there. I haven't even learned how to cook with fire. Besides, it was written in the newspaper before that there is a need for teachers, and as long as they can read and write, the Union... just those friends on the north side of the strait. Or pay with silver coins! One or two thousand a month!

Everyone looked at each other in dismay. They didn't expect that he had planned for so long and even knew the salary of working there.

Knowing that his friend was serious, the freckled face didn't say anything, just reached out and shook his shoulder.

I won't persuade you to give up this idea, but there is wasteland there, you must think clearly before boarding the boat.

Seeing that someone finally understood him, Suni heaved a sigh of relief and said with a relaxed smile.

I will discuss it with my family.

While they were talking, a siren sounded from the direction of the port, and a huge cargo ship was slowly approaching towards the pier.

A group of boys sitting on the steps looked up subconsciously, with surprised expressions on their faces.

Meat number?

Those people are back?

Also looking in the direction of the pier, Suni's eyes suddenly brightened, and the dark pupils were filled with rays of light.

What a coincidence.

Just when he made up his mind to set foot on the wasteland, the sea breeze that brought his dreams blew into this lonely port again.

Maybe this is God's will...

...

Welcome! Friends from Chipport! Friends from the Union!

The pier in the circular island harbour.

Surrounded by a group of soldiers wearing exoskeletons, Governor Channing walked up to Midnight Killing Chicken with a smile on his face.

It's just that after seeing the appearance of the commander of the jungle corps, the smile on his face was somewhat unbearable.

I saw that this guy was full of prosthetic bodies. Not only were there huge chainsaws and gun barrels welded to his arms, but his entire body was replaced with steel.

Others wear exoskeletons on their bodies, but this guy seems to have moved his head.

With so many prosthetic bodies, won't the brain really be broken?

Not knowing what the NPC in front of him was thinking, Midnight Slay Chicken smiled honestly, and extended his right hand to the governor.

It's a great pleasure to have a deeper cooperation with you! Our manager asked me to say hello to you on his behalf!

After shaking his hand, Channing quickly let go of his hand and continued with a bright smile on his face.

We are the same, very happy to work with you! Also, please allow me to take my words back... I didn't expect you to have a firm foothold in that incredible land. We have tried many times in the past century and failed .”

This is what he has in mind.

If it was said that he was more worried and worried about the arrival of the alliance two months ago, then he can only say that he is really fragrant now.

What the water supply agreement brought to the circular island is far from being as simple as hundreds or tens of millions of tons of fresh water. The currency swap clause included in the agreement has allowed nearly half of the factories on the island that were shut down due to the war to operate again. Get up!

Especially recently, both Potato Chips Port and Golden Gallon Port are undergoing major infrastructure construction, and a huge market is being opened to all allies of the alliance.

The profits earned from exporting industrial products and equipment not only solved the financial pressure on the circular island authorities from unemployment subsidies and war taxes, but even turned the subsidized coal-fired power plants into profits because the coal mines priced in silver coins were cheaper!

It would be even better if the group of blue coats on the shore could solve the power problem together.

Of course, he had already negotiated with the CEO of Baiyue before.

Soon a submarine high-voltage cable will climb up to the island along that water pipe, and then they can shut down the coal plant and use silver coins to do more things.

As for the Tianting and the brood nest on the bottom of the sea, although it is best to solve it, even if it can't be solved, life will continue as usual.

Moreover, the River Valley Province already has a successful case of solving the brood problem.

They didn't have to use the method of the Torch Church...

...

After shaking hands with Governor Channing, Midnight Killing Chicken followed him to the square at the junction of the port and the wharf.

There is a fountain carved out of marble, and a hammer symbolizing order stands in the center of the fountain.

The statue of this fountain was completed in Dawn City, and it was sent to Chip Harbor by cargo airship, and then transported here by cargo ship.

As a blessing for the passage of water from the submarine aqueduct, and as a symbol of friendship, the Alliance presented this Never-ending Fountain to local survivors.

The underwater freshwater pipeline is connected to the fountain. As long as the fresh water from Chip Harbor is still being sent to the island, the water in the fountain will not dry up.

At the same time as the two of them boarded the port, the two hundred players belonging to the Jungle Corps gathered on the deck also set foot on the port of the circular island together with the two of them.

The K10 iron-walled exoskeletons with shiny armor exuded blood-thrilling light in the sun, just like the scorching sun walking on land.

The port was crowded with crowds of onlookers, and the windows of the densely packed latticed buildings along the coast of the island also opened their windows.

Whether it was young guys and girls, old people or children, they all cast curious eyes on the neatly-moving and well-equipped troops.

Even some operators sitting in the crane operating table stopped their work and looked over there.

This is the first time they have seen an army on land, and it is also the first time they have seen such thick armor and such a large number of combat exoskeletons.

Although the federal navy is also equipped with exoskeletons, most of them are for underwater operations, and only a few sailors will be equipped with combat exoskeletons with bulletproof inserts.

And even the kind of combat exoskeleton designed for close-range firefights is still as small as a toothpick in front of this walking chariot.

The scratches printed on the painting are like medals. These ruthless people are real soldiers who have come down from the battlefield, and have experienced countless battlefields!

A pair of eyes couldn't help showing a little worship and admiration, after all, the direction these people came from was the place they had fled from.

However, even with enough capital to show off, these iron men did not show off their power with great fanfare.

They didn't even carry weapons, and they didn't make deafening footsteps. They just walked forward in neat steps with the insignia of the alliance and the color of the jungle.

Compared with the overwhelming sense of death, the survivors standing on the port and watching felt more safe and reliable.

No one doubts that they came with a peaceful purpose!

The players of the Jungle Corps stopped at the entrance of the pier, stood in a row in front of the fountain, and did not move forward.

It was not just the residents of the circular island who were watching this army. Channing was also looking at this army of tigers and wolves, which was armed to the teeth with steel, secretly admiring him.

No wonder that empire was no match for them.

I'm afraid these people didn't even use their full strength when they fought back.

but--

Channing's eyes fell on the shabby cargo ship behind these soldiers, and he couldn't help but sighed softly.

Pity.

Their strength on land is certainly strong, but their strength at sea is still a short board, obviously not enough to compete with the navy of the Federation of Southern Islands.

The reason for making such a comparison is not that he has any ambiguity, or that he wants to separate the families with the folks here, but just thinking that it would be nice if this big tree could be taller and stronger.

In that case, the strategic value of the circular island within the federation would be higher.

I am afraid that these people are a potential threat to the Federation, but the threat is not that great...

However, although Channing felt a little disappointed, he didn't show that insignificant problem on his face.

He is a contented man.

In general, he is still very satisfied with this ally.

With the landing of the Jungle Corps, the band on the shore played welcome music, and the ceremony also entered a critical link.

Looking at the commander of the Union Corps standing beside him, Channing said solemnly while performing standard federal etiquette with a smile on his face.

May our friendship last forever!

Midnight Killing Chicken also pressed his right fist to his chest, and said in a loud voice.

May our friendship last forever!

Witnessing this historic moment, the crowd around the port burst into warm applause, whistles, and excited cheers.

The staff on the square threw the prepared ribbons and fireworks into the air, and the music played by the band pushed the atmosphere to a climax.

There was joy and celebration in the port, and it was as lively as a festival.

At the same time, the warhammer standing on the fountain sprayed water, and a faint rainbow fell together with the splashing water drops.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the rainbow, and the faces were full of excitement and anticipation.

Those dry days are finally coming to an end!

And tomorrow will be even better!

Channing and a group of port officials also clapped with smiles on their faces, and all the concerns and worries in their hearts fell with the spray of water.

However, at this moment, a piercing alarm suddenly sounded over the port.

The festive atmosphere and music came to an abrupt end like a punctured balloon. The band's players and drummers stopped their movements and looked in the direction of the siren in astonishment.

The same is true for the survivors surrounding the port, with expressions of panic and bewilderment showing on their faces in unison, crowds of people looking around, not knowing what happened.

Generally speaking, the alarm will only be triggered when the ships of Vault 70 attack fishing boats, cargo ships or underwater facilities in the nearby waters.

But this is a round-shaped island located at the edge of the southern waters. Except for special situations such as exercises, the alarm here has not sounded for a long time.

So much so that without trying to think about it, most people forget that they are still at war.

Governor Channing was equally confused, looking blankly at the direction of the alarm, not knowing what the situation was.

Just when everyone was panicking, only the players standing by the fountain showed eager expressions.

Good guy.

Is this for work? !

It’s been a while since the plot CG, don’t wait for the promotional PV of the new map to come out, Mengxin and Yun players who don’t know the situation think they are NPCs.

All the players were gearing up, eager to go back to the deck and pick up weapons immediately.

They can't wait to show their hands to this group of guys who have never seen the world!

At this time, a staff member of the port office ran over and rushed to Channing's ear to say a few words.

Channing was taken aback for a moment, then changed his face instantly, looked at the leader of the Alliance Corps standing aside, and said in a serious tone.

Our patrols patrolling the sea near the minefield detected the signal of the explosion ... that area of ​​water seems to be the area where the water pipeline passes through.

After a pause, he continued.

We suspect that Vault 70 ships may have attacked that location.

When he was talking, he couldn't help but glanced at the fountain, but saw that the spray of water didn't stop at all.

The water still gushes out continuously, and it seems that it has not been affected in the slightest.

Looking at the nervous Governor Channing as if he was facing an enemy, Midnight Slay Chicken said with a hearty smile.

Don't be nervous, little problem.

Channing was stunned for a moment, suspecting that he had heard it wrong, he couldn't help asking again.

piece of cake?

Midnight Shaji nodded, and explained with a simple smile.

We anticipated this situation two months ago, and now that you've made a fuss, maybe all the problems have been solved.

After a pause, he looked at the stunned staff, quietly pointed in the direction of the band, and continued in a low voice.

Can you please turn off the alarm and let them continue to play music...

We're making a video.

Channing: ...?

staff member:???