This Game Is Too Realistic

Magnificent gantry cranes tower over the harbor, and concrete piers connect the land to the sea.

Cargo ships of different models are moored at the dock, and some are salvage ships. Workers wearing lightweight exoskeletons are coming and going beside them.

This is Settlement Number One on the Death Coast.

It is also the place where the Alliance's Burning Legion landed during the Battle of the Torch.

Although that war only happened last year, it seemed like a long, long time had passed.

There are no traces of war left on the entire coastline, and most of the people active on the shore are survivors trying to make a living, not soldiers holding guns.

These people have different identities.

Some of them are wastelanders from the eastern provinces, some are refugees from Borneo, some are islanders from the southern seas, as well as some Weirant people from the west of the mainland or followers of the Sand Sea Spirit from Sunset Province. .

It’s not just their identities that are different, but their purpose here.

Some are to escape the pursuit of alien species, predators and farmers in the wasteland, some are to escape distant wars, plagues and hunger, or they want to seize the opportunity to rebuild the space elevator and become rich and fly to the stars with the Alliance.

Every face walking here has a story written on it, just like myself who just lost a lot of money not long ago.

Henke couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart.

Before coming here, he was worried that the situation here might be bad, but the result was beyond his expectation.

This may be a new beginning...

If there are no accidents.

Standing next to Henk, Arman also looked at the prosperous city in the distance and narrowed his eyes slightly.

...I remember the last time I came here, the area connected to the port was still a land of containers. Now it has been turned into prefabricated concrete houses.

The outline of the settlement is spreading out along the port, and the containers may have been moved closer inland.

After all, it is not safe to put that kind of empty box on the beach. A strong wind may blow it away.

Maybe when he comes next time, these prefabricated houses may be demolished and moved to other places to make room for building taller and more beautiful houses.

Just like what happened in Boulder.

After hearing what Arman said, a surprised expression appeared on Henk's face.

Container? They actually let those wastelanders live in containers?

Arman grinned: A kind of emergency housing for a special period... The wastelanders of the Eastern Continent have a special ability. They can convert any material they see into a house. For example, that kind of container, cut a door and People can live there just outside the window.

Okay, I... just think it's a bit wasteful, Henk said with emotion, It's still metal after all, and it can be recycled even if it's no longer used.

Arman's expression was a little subtle.

He originally thought that this guy was feeling sorry for those wastelanders, but after working for a long time, it turned out that he was actually feeling sorry for those boxes.

...Maybe, but the local philosophy is to make the best use of everything.

Hunk asked immediately.

“Is the shipping company just giving them the box?”

This is his biggest concern.

The authorities' concern for the Wastelanders is admirable, but if they adopt compulsory expropriation or allow the Wastelanders to take possession by force, then no matter how prosperous the place seems, it will not be a good investment target.

Prosperity, after all, is something that can be packaged, like his winery's financial statements.

Just borrowing money is enough.

Armen said with a smile.

Of course not. The local authorities will give the shipping company a sum of money...and more than that, the local import demand is strong and warehousing resources are tight. If they are not disposed of as soon as possible, they will have to pay a large sum for those empty boxes and occupied berths. It just so happens that the shipping companies are also in a hurry to make the next trip, and the local authorities are willing to buy those empty boxes, so why not?

Of course, the main reason is because the containers in Silver Moon Bay and Golden Gallon Port are cheap enough.

Most of the light industrial products and food needed locally come from these two places.

Another one is the raw materials provided by the French Fries Port and the heavy industrial facilities in the North Island.

The alliance's overseas investments are feeding back local development.

Even from the perspective of a Weiland man, he had to lament that the manager's layout in Luoxia Province, Borneo Province and the southern sea area was indeed a good move.

If it weren't for the sincere alliance of those wastelanders who brought their wealth and knowledge here, the ten settlements scattered along the coast of the eastern provinces would never have been able to develop so fast.

You know, just a few months ago, this was the domain of aquatic mutants and torches.

Just as Arman was thinking this, an acquaintance walked over from the dock and greeted him from a distance.

Long time no see! My friend, you are finally back!

Looking at Arman standing on the deck, Zhang Ze had an excited expression on his face.

The reason why he was so excited was not because he missed this big nose so much, but because of the gold mines loaded on this big nose ship!

Thousands of young workforce!

For Settlement No. 1, which is in the development stage, isn’t it a gold mine? !

In the past few months, he not only found the survivors of the Saipan Massacre through multiple sources of evidence, but also found ways to obtain video materials of the Lion City Massacre, and finally silenced the local representative at the hearing. Wordlessly, a fast track has been opened for refugees in Borneo to quickly apply for supervisory person status.

Although the identity of the person under supervision is not difficult to obtain, as long as he swears that he is not a predator, he can enter the inspection period and obtain a temporary certificate.

However, the situation in the eastern provinces is special after all. It is impossible to eliminate the predators hiding among the refugees by relying on oaths alone. And the settlements in the Haiyia Province are not like the Valley Province in that they have a complete set of methods and mature development methods. Agencies can do this regulatory work.

Therefore, local authorities have added some restrictions to temporary status based on their own needs, such as not being able to handle loan business, not being able to engage in specific industries, etc.

In this way, the possible risks that the settlement may have in the process of digesting this group of immigrants are minimized. At least it can reduce the probability of ogres becoming chief physicians and arsonists becoming firefighters.

These provisions are mainly for survivors whose identities are completely blank.

Survivors from Ideal City, Cloud Province, South China Sea Alliance or Luoxia Province are not subject to this restriction.

This includes Port Fries and Port Golden Gallon, as well as the Weirant people from the west of the mainland.

They can skip the temporary status and directly obtain the status of supervised person. They can even reduce the supervision period to a few days based on their own abilities, which is almost equivalent to directly issuing an alliance ID card.

Zhang Ze did not fight for the same rights and interests for those Borneo people as those of the residents of Ideal City. After all, that was unrealistic, and it was impossible to win anyone's support.

However, in order to facilitate the development of his business, he still tried his best to help those refugees obtain the same rights as status survivors.

As we all know, there are no predators in the broad sense of the word in Borneo.

The local survivors endure hardships and stand hard work, and targeting them with the same rules for screening predators is obviously bullying the honest people.

After fully listening to the opinions of all parties, the Representative Council finally made concessions and signed Bill No. 10.

The bill stipulates that private institutions are allowed to provide guarantees for undocumented survivors after paying a sufficient deposit, and they can directly spend the assessment period of temporary status as a supervisee.

If these survivors commit criminal crimes during the assessment period, not only will they face criminal prosecution, the authorities will also confiscate the deposits paid by private institutions and pay compensation to the victims.

In this way, it is equivalent to transferring the risks originally borne by society as a whole to private individuals who want to make this money, and the local authorities naturally have no objection.

After solving the legal problem, Zhang Ze immediately registered the Wall-mounted Labor Service Agency according to the plan he had discussed with his partners before, and waited for those cows and horses - oh no, the refugees to disembark.

Looking at the young man waving his hands excitedly on the shore, Henk looked at Arman on the side suspiciously and asked.

Who is this?

Arman waved towards the dock and said to his compatriots on the side.

Zhang Ze, one of the shareholders of the wall-mounted labor agency, my partner in Death Coast... I will introduce it to you later.

Jarman and Henke briefly introduced the situation of the next settlement, as well as the nature of this wall-mounted labor agency, including its profit model and so on.

Although he had just landed ashore, he had been communicating with Zhang Ze via telegram on the way here, so he had a relatively good understanding of the situation here.

Henk was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, This is okay. However, in order to learn more information, he did not interrupt to express his opinion, but listened carefully.

Just as Arman finished briefly introducing his company's business, Zhang Ze had already climbed onto the deck along the gangway, squeezed past the group of passengers who were eager to get off the ship, and walked to the bow of the ship.

In addition to himself, he was accompanied by a staff member from the settlement's resident office, holding a thin tablet under his elbow.

This is Mr. Yaman, another partner of our company!

The staff member shook hands with Arman, and then spoke in a businesslike tone.

Hello, Mr. Arman, I am the person in charge here... Could you please provide a list of passengers? We need to register the people before we can issue them certificates.

No problem, I've prepared the list. Please check it out here.

With that said, Arman took a roster from his assistant and handed it to the staff of the resident office.

Henk kept his eyes on the roster, and somehow he felt that this job looked familiar.

picture!

It’s so similar!

He can do this job too!

Although Arman explained to him along the way that this was essentially different from the slave trade, in his opinion the difference was not big. It was just a slave contract replaced by a debt contract.

However, Henk did not intend to compete with his savior for business, and picking up other people's leftovers was not his style.

Looking at the moving heads and eager eyes, he quickly glimpsed another huge business opportunity.

After completing the handover procedures, Zhang Ze took a group of Borneos on the boat ashore and made an appointment with Arman to meet at the bar for a while.

After seeing that everyone was finished, Henk immediately pulled Arman aside, looked at him with bright eyes and said.

I want to stay here.

Looking at the stunned Armen, Henk continued talking without waiting for him to speak.

... Of course, I won't let you guarantee me in vain. I can pay for the ferry ticket from West Sailing Port to here just like those people.

Looking at the eager Henk, Arman calmed down and spoke.

The alliance and the legion have established diplomatic relations, so you don't need to guarantee it, or the embassy of Triumph City in Dawn City has already guaranteed it for you... But, you don't plan to go back to West Sail Port with me?

Hunk made a helpless expression.

What's the use of going back? 80% of my winery has been auctioned by now, and I bet the insurance company will not compensate for my shipment, unless the South China Sea Alliance publicly admits that the cargo ship was bombed by them.

This would become a protracted legal battle, and he wouldn't give up his right to pursue the premium, but that didn't mean he planned to put his life on the line.

Where you fall, you get up, this is his life creed.

Armando looked him over, with a bit of admiration in his eyes.

You are open-minded.

Hunk grinned.

Otherwise, what else can I do? Wipe my tears in the direction of the sunken ship? That's not my style.

Arman reached out and patted his shoulder as an encouragement to him.

I'll take you to the office in a while to resolve the identity issue. By the way, have you decided what to do?

Hunk smiled confidently.

I'm not sure yet, but I have a general direction.

Raising his eyebrows in slight surprise, Arman asked curiously.

Is it convenient to reveal it to me?

It's nothing inconvenient, it's almost a given, Henk shrugged lightly, looking back at the anxious but eager faces on the deck, grinning and saying, You said it too, These guys aren’t going to be living in shipping containers forever.”

I bet that when they get rich, the first thing they will do is buy themselves a bigger house.

Armen looked at the man who had regained his composure in surprise. He didn't expect that this guy didn't even have a place to live for himself, but he had already begun to think about helping others solve their housing problems.

This is a big deal...

That's right, so I need to find a job first to repair my credit, and then go to the bank to borrow some money to start my plan.

Looking at the surprised Arman, Henk smiled confidently and continued.

Just wait and see, I will make back all the money I lost... Maybe we will have opportunities to cooperate in the future.

In fact, Arman didn't think very highly of this ambitious guy, but he didn't attack his compatriots. He just smiled and said politely.

Then I'll wait for your good news.

Knowing that his benefactor did not take his words seriously, Henk didn't care and just said with a smile.

When you come back next time, you'll know I wasn't joking.

…

With the help of the wall-mounted labor agency, 2,700 new immigrants from Xifan Port successfully completed the registration procedures at the No. 1 Settlement Office and obtained the status of supervisees.

From then on, as quasi-citizens of the Alliance, they will fight to end the Wasteland Era and liberate all suffering survivors.

Of course, this does not conflict with the loan they have to repay.

Even if they plan to liberate aliens, they must first live their current lives well.

The Alliance is not a utopia and only saves those who save themselves.

If you think of this as an ideal city, you will definitely regret it, but if all you want is fairness, you won’t be too disappointed.

However, with the hard work of these rat and snake people, it is only a matter of time before they can live a good life. Instead of worrying about their unsatisfactory life, it is better to worry that they have worked hard and killed the wastelanders in the eastern provinces.

Just when these newcomers were following the labor agencies to the construction sites and docks with anxiety and excitement, their hometowns were in a different situation.

Borneo Province, Akale County in the west of Niu State, where the Yongliu River turns, soldiers on the east side of the position are chewing nutritional paste.

Although I also wanted to share some instant noodles with my brothers in the friendly army, the actual conditions did not allow it.

Planes flew over the sky from time to time. Sometimes they were Legion planes, and sometimes they were Alliance planes. No one could completely gain air supremacy.

Under such circumstances, not to mention that they did not dare to light a fire for cooking and boiling water, the Weilante people opposite also did not dare.

After all, things are different now.

The 110,000-man regiment of Borneo captured fifty-two Firebolt self-propelled artillery pieces and nearly a thousand-man regiment's artillery shells.

The psychological pressure brought by the 200mm gun to the Weilant people far exceeds that of the 155mm.

Even in actual combat, the latter killed an entire order of magnitude more Wilantes than the former...

The war thus reached a stalemate.

After waiting for the reinforcements from the airship, the Weilant people did not launch an attack hastily. Instead, they changed their previous aggressive strategy and widened the width of the battle line from just tens of kilometers to hundreds of kilometers, turning the sharp awl It became a broad-bladed axe.

This is very difficult for Borneo, which lacks logistical equipment.

Although the Borneo Kingdom had an absolute advantage in terms of numbers, it was a flaw that it was difficult to support each other between positions.

If they are not careful, they may repeat the same mistakes they made in Lion State.

That is, they were defeated at once by a legion that relied on mobility to concentrate its strength, and then the entire front could not look at each other from the beginning to the end, and became a mess during the retreat and return to defense, and finally collapsed without attacking.

However, even though the front line between the two sides has been stretched to hundreds of kilometers, Akal County is still a hurdle that neither side can ignore.

Whether it is geographical strategic significance or spiritual strategic significance, the Southern Army is determined to win here.

It is precisely because of this that both the players of the Death Corps and the Borneo soldiers stationed here are ready to fight the Legion to the death.

In order not to be held back by the prisoners during the fight, they also deliberately sent the prisoners they had captured to the rear.

According to the agreement reached between the Alliance and the Ambassador of Triumph City, those Weirant people will go to Golden Gallon Port after arriving in Tiandu.

Only there is the place to house these people and the spare capacity to house them.

When talking about the whereabouts of the captives, Isher couldn't help but tease Bing Shui, saying that the survivors of Borneo might not be able to get to the shore they dreamed of, but those big noses just raised their hands and surrendered. You can go.

...So I always feel that Janusz is sometimes wrong and right. Maybe there is no such thing as fairness in this world. I can save the innocent civilians in the church, but I can't save myself. , can’t save my compatriots.”

The edge paddling was speechless for a while.

It was difficult for him to explain to someone who had never left the land beneath his feet what the outside world looked like and what kind of logic and rules it operated by.

Although the war between the Legion and the Alliance has actually begun, the relationship between the Alliance and Triumph City is not bad.

Benoit has been trying to cool down the fire, and the administrators don't want to turn this anti-Imperial war into an anti-all Vallante.

After all, if that were the case, it would be the same old path of fighting against the Construction Committee.

However, everyone has their own limitations.

Neither the person sitting in front of him nor himself.

...I don't think they went ashore when they went to Golden Gallen Harbor. Their shore was in Triumph City. If they didn't bring back what they saw, they would never get ashore.

After a pause, he continued, Including you... I don't think you went ashore at Golden Gallen Harbor or anywhere else.

Isher smiled and said in a casual tone.

Then where is our shore?

Edge Paddling whispered.

Actually, it's right under your feet... But I feel that even if I say this, you will definitely think that I am talking while standing and it won't hurt my back.

I didn't think so, brother, I'm not that narrow-minded. Isher sighed, glanced at the stars in the sky, and then looked at the mud on his shoes, I just think... this road is too It’s so long, I wonder if my grandson’s grandson can see it for me.”

Looking at that pessimistic face, Edge of Water put his hand on his shoulder.

It will definitely happen...and I believe you don't have to wait until your grandson's grandson, you can do it yourself.

Isher laughed.

Then I'll lend you some good words!

It's not that easy.

However, he didn't say it to the good brother opposite him, he just kept these words in his heart.

At this moment, an officer came over, stood still and gave a military salute.

Report! Telegram from Tiandu!

Isher stood up smoothly, patted the dirt on his pants, took the telegram from the officer's hand, unfolded it and read it from cover to cover, grinning.

This Absek...hehe.

Seeing Isher's half-smiling expression, he patted his trouser legs and stood up, walked up to him and asked.

What does it say?

Nothing, just a transfer order. Seeing that the brothers in the alliance were interested, Isher handed over the telegram in his hand, Our commander-in-chief wants to set up a field army to support the three northern states of the Mammoth Kingdom... After all, Nalasi has also helped us a lot, so we have to reciprocate.

There's something weird about the edge paddling expression.

...Do you still have the energy to support others?

After all, the Mammoth Kingdom's army has undergone a complete reloading and restructuring. Although it is still no match for the legion on the front battlefield, it does not need to cause too much trouble to the alliance.

It is precisely for this reason that the alliance's assistance to the Mammoth Kingdom is mainly in terms of money, and most of the volunteers came to the Borneo Kingdom.

He really didn't understand what this operation was.

Isher grinned.

You don't understand this. The philosophy of the Borneo people is not the art of speaking, but the art of not speaking.

Edge Paddling was stunned for a moment.

“The art of not speaking?”

Isher nodded.

It didn't say anything, but it said everything. For example, this transfer order apparently asked us to go to the north for reinforcements, but in fact it asked us to take refuge.

As for what kind of refuge, Isher did not say clearly. But this is not because of the art of not speaking, but because of emotional intelligence.

Edge Paddling was silent for a while, then sighed and sighed.

... What a really special girl, there are so many shallow-water bastards.

Tzeentch! It's Tzeentch! The debtor Big Eyes and the construction workers who were watching the excitement whispered, their eyes full of excitement.

Khorne, Nurgle and Tzeentch are all here!

Can Slaanesh be far behind?

He is already looking forward to the next expansion pack!

Isher smiled bitterly, shrugged his shoulders and said.

In short... In your words, every family has a sutra that is difficult to recite. Abu Saik also has his own difficulties. Horse King Shah Rukh is staring at him, and he also has problems in his heart that he cannot avoid. Inner demon. But on the other hand, this is actually a good thing. If Shah Rukh was not such a cunning person, he might have become such a cunning person.

Edge of Water was speechless for a moment.

He originally thought that the academy was the most scheming in the wasteland, but he didn't expect that there was a Phoenix hidden in the south of the Zhuobar Mountains.

However, the academy's conspiracy is mainly for external affairs and self-protection, but the people here seem to be focusing on internal friction, and even evolved a unique set of philosophical theories from this.

Coming from the fringes of civilized society is incomprehensible, yet deeply shocking.

Seeing the confused expressions on the alliance brothers' faces, Isher coughed lightly and said.

By the way, don't worry, we won't leave you to defend here alone... Two teams of ten thousand people will come to take over from us later. I just want you to teach them what you taught us before.

Edge Paddling calmed down, looked at him and said.

I'm not worried about this. No matter whether anyone is with us or not, we will do our best to defend...as long as you haven't given up resistance.

Isher said with a smile.

You don't have to worry about that. Absek is a bastard, but not a fool. If he dares to surrender, I bet he won't see the sun tomorrow.

Edge Paddling followed him and smiled, then suppressed his smile and clenched his fists.

Take care brother.

Isher also hugged his fists in return, his expression becoming serious.

Take care of yourself too!