This Game Is Too Realistic

If the city of Avente is the heart of the 910,000-square-kilometer core territory of the Southern Army, then the Lavinca Industrial Area is the heart of its 2.7 million-kilometer colony.

Although the manufacturing industry of the latter is not as intensive as the former, it is better because of its abundant raw materials and labor force. Except for the high-end production capacity, which is not as good as the former, the low-end production capacity is not far behind the former.

In particular, two criss-crossing railway lines connect most of the mines and factories within 2.7 million square kilometers.

After securing this geomantic treasure, the alliance's troops can take possession of the production facilities and strategic facilities along the railway as long as they sit on the railway and walk around.

For the Southern Army, this was undoubtedly a fatal blow!

At present, Tire obviously has no intention of sitting still and waiting for death.

Multiple teams of ten thousand people with three-digit numbers are carrying tens of thousands of clone cannon fodder and advancing towards the Ravenka Industrial Area.

The company's 100th Division and the newly landed 101st Division have already gone to block the attack. The Goblin Corps and the Ideal City Air Force transferred to the Ravenka Industrial Zone will ensure the safety of the airspace and provide air fire support to the ground troops.

In contrast, the task of assembling the legion's rags and scraps and settling the survivors affected by the war was left to the Skeleton Corps and other alliance forces.

Although the arrogant Council looks down upon the rags of the Legion, the Alliance is still quite interested in those things.

Although the steel produced by this thing is not used in the high-rise buildings of Ideal City, and the products it produces cannot stimulate the economic growth of Ideal City, an industrial base that can integrate 2.7 million square kilometers of resources is of great significance to the wasteland. Reconstruction work is crucial.

Taking a fancy to the value behind this industrial area, Chu Guang specially issued tasks to several leading players on the front line through the task system on the official website, instructing them to do a good job in rescuing local survivors and avoiding production facilities as much as possible. Loss.

In addition, through the collective holding companies of Shelter 404 such as Niuma Group, he also invited bids from Ideal Group and its subsidiaries, one of the five major groups in Ideal City, to study the capacity transformation plan for Lavinka Industrial Zone.

Although the war is not over yet, there is little suspense about victory or defeat for the Alliance and its allies.

They have been freed up to do something more meaningful than the war itself.

Such as upgrading some backward production capacity and diverting most of the military production capacity to the civilian and infrastructure fields.

The Alliance doesn't have any use for the Conqueror Ten anyway, so it's better to remove the armored steel hanging from the tracks of this thing and use it to transform it into a tractor and excavator.

Cargo airport in the industrial area of ​​Ravenka.

Fang Chang and Lao Bai, who were wearing power armor, stepped off the transport plane that had just stopped and happened to bump into the edge they had just arrived.

Yo, edge brother, long time no see!

Fang Chang? Lao Bai? Haha, you are here too!

Seeing Fang Chang and Lao Bai, Edge of Water's eyes lit up, he said hello and then smiled and cursed.

Damn it, I heard there was something big going on here before I came here, so I rushed over in a hurry, but when the people arrived, everything was over!

Lao Bai said with a smile.

Hahaha! I'm different from you. I never expected that guy to leave a tail for us.

Edge Paddling glanced towards the direction outside the airport.

What about Mole? Why didn't that guy come to pick us up?

Fang Chang smiled and said.

I just saw his post on the forum, saying that there was something going on in the industrial area.

As soon as he heard about the situation, Edge Paddling immediately showed an eager expression on his face.

What's happening?

Seeing this guy gearing up, Fang Chang smiled and said.

If you expect to be able to do something big, just save it. It's not the situation you think of.

After a pause, he said again.

There was something wrong at the factory. The alien workers heard that the Wilantes had lost the battle, and they blocked the boss, engineer, manager and their whole family in the factory. Fortunately, Mole was in time. We arrived and dispatched more than a dozen armored vehicles to seize the scene, and now the two sides are still facing off.

Some people may indeed be holding back their anger, but it is not ruled out that some of them are taking advantage of the situation.

Although the Weirant people were asking for trouble, they couldn't just ignore it.

After all, there are also Weirant people in the alliance's army.

And if they are allowed to use emotions instead of laws to resolve conflicts, it will eventually turn into a massacre of one group of people against another group of people.

Mole has no experience in doing this kind of work. It's okay to say a few words on the forum, but in practice, he is confused.

But this guy is also self-aware.

After controlling the situation, he made no further moves and waited for someone with experience to come.

As for this experienced person, it is naturally me.

It's not that Fang Chang is narcissistic, there is indeed no one in the entire server who is better at doing this kind of thing than him.

After all, the example of Golden Gallen Harbor is there.

From landing at the port to smashing the original interest chain, to supporting emerging classes, separating judicial power, legislative power and law enforcement power, establishing a more equal distribution system, selecting representatives from various industries to establish representative councils, and appointing technical officials to establish municipal public affairs A series of measures such as the system... can be called a textbook-level transformation.

He didn't even need to brag, the residents of Golden Gallen Harbor recognized him as their godfather.

Even the Workers' Association's work in the area is making difficult progress, largely because his Baiyue company is doing so well and shining so brightly that the people of Golden Gallen Hong Kong who are busy making money have no interest in studying anything. Boulder mode.

Otherwise, Ou Ren and other workers would not be pushed to Xifan Port or even Shezhou to develop members.

Although Fang Chang admitted that the success of Jingallan Port was due to luck, and luck cannot be replicated, the ideas for solving the problem can be used as a reference.

For example, first erect the stick of violent institutions to deter speculators who want to fish in troubled waters, then throw out the carrot of economic growth, and re-establish a more equal distribution mechanism so that local foreigners and Weirant people can Eat this carrot.

Especially the latter is the most critical.

The vast majority of failed cases, whether the trigger is religion or tradition, or hatred or the most primitive relationship between men and women, are ultimately due to uneven distribution, which has given rise to a strong need to shuffle society, and people would rather lose both ways. I don’t want all my chips to be eaten up by a small group of people.

As for the carrot itself, it doesn't matter if it's bigger or smaller, as long as it's there, the difference is just a matter of speed.

And it is not difficult for the alliance to turn out a carrot.

Ten settlements on the Death Coast, a space elevator project in the southern seas, and a port along the Baiyue Strait...these are visible needs.

Just the pie that their respected managers are drawing now is enough for the heavy industry factories here to schedule orders until next year, let alone in the future.

As long as there are enough orders, Ravenka Industrial Zone can continue to exchange the desert's minerals and stored production capacity for money.

The mature light industrial production lines of Jingallan Port and the younger brothers in the alliance can also allow the locals to spend the money they earn, thus raising each other's living standards, and under the temptation of interests, the local people The factory actively completed the transformation of production capacity and actively adapted to the shape of the alliance supply chain.

Economic prosperity can cover up some social conflicts and buy a window of time for moderate reforms and the settlement of historical grievances.

The legacy of the Confederate Legion was enough for locals to rebuild their homes according to their own wishes.

There will also be enough time for the Willant people living in the area to re-establish new trusting relationships with the locals.

I already have ideas to solve the problem in my mind.

Okay, let's not waste time here. Let's go help Mole out of trouble first.

Looking at Fang Chang, who looked confident, Lao Bai smiled and joked.

It seems you have already figured out how to do it.

That's necessary, Fang Chang smiled lightly and said confidently, You don't even know who I am.

Edge Paddling couldn't help but complain.

Damn it, this guy is so pretentious that he even forgets who he is.

…

After the pleasantries were over, the group walked towards the industrial area without lingering in the square.

As expected, a large, dark group of people surrounded the place. The angry people were holding shovels and shovels in their hands, and they looked like they wanted to demolish the factory.

If the alliance's armored vehicles weren't parked here, they might have already taken action.

The hatred of these people is understandable. After all, these iron lumps have not brought any benefit to their lives, but have brought endless harm.

Before the Legion set foot on this land, although their life was very poor, it was at least leisurely.

However, after the Southern Legion came here, they first controlled their water sources, and then took advantage of their pastures and farmland, forcing them to work in factories, and then used those meager salaries to buy a lot of goods from the Legion. It is a nutritional paste with a stainless steel flavor.

There is no need to emphasize that something is truly nutritious, and nutritional cream is the kind of thing that is worse than junk food. Everyone in the wasteland who has eaten it knows this.

Of course they didn't dare to complain when General Lubis was still there, but now that guy has been killed by the Alliance, they want to kill every guy with a big nose first.

But understanding is understanding, and it is impossible to let them behave like this.

Fang Chang, who was wearing power armor, walked up to the crowd, gave Mole a leave it to me look, and then turned on the speaker and shouted to the dark crowd.

Everyone! Please calm down-

Fang Chang was just thinking about what to say in his opening remarks when a dark-skinned old man suddenly walked out.

The old man was thin and thin, and his face had ridges and grooves, as if he had suffered a lot.

Those eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the whites of the eyes were extremely white, resembling the beasts he had seen on the battlefield.

Why are you protecting the Wilantes! Are you on the same side as them!

Fang Chang looked at him and said without giving in.

We are not partial to anyone, but want to liberate all the survivors who are suffering in the wasteland... I would like to ask you, what did you do before we came here, and why did you resist when we needed you most? No resistance?

The old man was stunned, including several young people around him. Apparently, they didn't realize that the guy in front of him was actually targeting him.

Without being polite to them at all, Fang Chang continued.

The Vaillants have machine guns, cannons, and planes...but these are not reasons. We have faced the things you have seen, and we have seen the same fears you have endured. However, when we unite What did you do during the war? Did you swarm into the factories of the Southern Army to grab jobs? Even if you don’t dare to fight them, you can always organize yourself and refuse to cooperate or be lazy, right?

I'm not making sarcastic remarks, or standing up and talking without feeling pain in my back. The fact is that you did nothing, and then you asked us why we didn't condone your revenge. This is what you let us see.

The scene was in chaos, and the noise filled the sky.

Although he had expressed the alliance's dissatisfaction as tactfully and even as gently as possible, there were still many people who couldn't bear the rebuke and became even more angry.

To be honest, Fang Chang was a little surprised.

He originally thought that the Borneo Province was the floor of the wasteland, but he did not expect that there was a basement under the floor.

These people didn't understand what he was saying at all, they just howled like wild animals.

Fang Chang's heart sank slightly.

This was a little different from what he expected.

It seems that we need to change our strategy...

Just as Fang Chang lowered his expectations, the soldiers standing next to the armored vehicle tensed up and their index fingers were already on the safety.

As for the Wilante civilians hiding in the factory, the expressions on their faces were desperate.

At this time, a young and strong young man stood up from the crowd and stared at Fang Chang angrily.

We didn't do anything? How could we do nothing! The Velant people killed our people, we just want them to pay with their lives, why did you stop us!

Fang Chang stared at the wheat-colored face.

May I have your name?

The young man said with his head held high.

Bokassa!

Who killed your child and what was his name? Fang Chang continued to ask.

Bokassa's expression froze for a moment, he waved his arms and said in a confused way.

Everyone, more or less!

The mole sitting in the tank turret became somewhat impatient and asked.

Then how do you want to solve it?

Bokassa said unceremoniously.

It's very simple! Give us their mothers, wives, and daughters, and let them have as many children as we have killed.

Hearing these words, Fang Chang, who was so shocked that he was so shocked that he almost choked on his own spit.

He rarely ate a meal, but this time he probably ate a whole year's worth.

The people gathered here were different. They were not ashamed at all because of what the young man said. Instead, they shouted excitedly and shouted Well done.

Don't let the men go either!

They have to watch! Haha!

Wo wo wo wo wo!!

People whistled to him, raised their hands above their heads and clapped, as if he spoke their hearts, and at this moment he became the common king of all tribes.

Bokassa had a proud expression on his face, and then looked at Fang Chang provocatively.

That expression seemed to say——

You see, we are also united.

Edge of Water glanced at Lao Bai with a subtle expression and lowered his voice.

How come these guys are like mutants...

After all, the great desert is the center of the prosperous era.

Even if the people living here have forgotten the past, they won’t have degraded to this level...

Lao Bai was not surprised at all, he just narrowed his eyes slightly.

Maybe it's because I've been with mutants for a long time.

Actually, think about it.

They discovered several versions ago that the gray mutants learned a lot from humans, and learning this behavior was always mutual.

While the gray mutants are learning from the tribesmen in the desert, these tribesmen are also learning from the powerful mutant tribes, and this includes the latter's cruelty and savagery.

These attributes dilute their civilization.

It is even very possible that the only bit of civilization in their veins was learned from the Vaillant people.

From this point of view alone, the colonization of the Southern Legion may not be all bad for them. This does not conflict with the fact that the colonial behavior itself is evil.

At least the aliens in Blackwater Lane of Yongye Port seem to be closer to civilized people.

Lao Bai couldn't think of any better way to treat them.

If these guys are allowed to sneak into the alliance, it will undoubtedly be a disaster for the alliance.

And it is an endogenous disaster...

Lao Bai couldn't help but feel lucky that thanks to Borneo's labor protection workers, they slapped the radicals of the alliance in the face, allowing the conservatives to take advantage of the situation, raise the threshold for applying for ID cards, and establish an immigration bureau.

Now it seems that the threshold needs to be raised a little higher!

Obviously he and Lao Bai thought of going together, and he shook his head.

It doesn't end well... Brother Fang is still trying to convince them, but I think they don't want to listen at all.

Lao Bai grinned.

Although it's a bit unkind to say this, it's actually quite fun to watch him squirm every once in a while.

Maybe it was because they had been too smooth sailing in Borneo before, and the dog plan made it difficult.

However, he felt that it was not a bad thing to suffer a loss occasionally. His good brother was indeed a bit swollen.

At this moment, Fang Chang was still arguing with the young man named Bokassa, and the argument had moved from the method of struggle to the matter of unity itself.

However, he did not realize that he had already lost the moment he was dragged into the mire and wallowing in the mire.

United? Are you saying we are not united enough? Bosaka stared at him, then looked back at the people behind him who were supporting him, and shouted at the top of his voice, Tell them we are not united!

Unite!! A group of people raised their hands and shouted, shouting slogans that were not uniform at all but consistent.

Fang Chang sneered.

Unity? Don't think that getting together is called unity. Do you have a unified program? Do you know what you are doing and what you want to do? What kind of life do you want to live in the future, and the people around you? What do people think... If you really knew, you wouldn't stand here noisily asking us for candy, but choose someone from among you who can talk to us on your behalf!

Bosaka stared with copper bell-sized eyes and said unceremoniously.

Candy? Who the hell wants candy! What we want is the Wilantes! Their money! Their houses! Their women! Every one of us thinks so. If you don't believe me, ask them, I am theirs represent!

As soon as he finished speaking, the shouts of his fans started again.

That's right!

He's right!

He is us!

Fang Chang's brows twitched fiercely, he raised his index finger and pressed his eyebrows, and once again lowered his expectations for this group of people.

wrong--

He suddenly reacted.

This young man might be right. The person who got the situation wrong is actually himself. He tried to open the door of the cage, but forgot to see whether it was an animal or a human being.

Just when he was about to say something, the crowd directly opposite suddenly gave way.

A burly man walked out from the crowd with heavy steps.

His body is composed of two parts, one half is tangled muscles, and the other half is strong steel. At this moment, shocking pieces of flesh and blood were hanging on the sharp-edged steel.

That ferocious look is like a demon descending to earth!

And the plasma hanging on his body obviously belonged to the enemy.

And judging from the heads he held in his hands, they were still the blood of strong mutants!

He strode to the tank where the mole was sitting. Midnight Killer threw the heads with outturned fangs in his hands to the ground and said with a hearty smile.

nailed it!

The open space in front of the factory was quiet, and the air seemed to be frozen.

The people who were originally excited all fell silent in unison, and the noisy scene also fell silent in an instant.

Fang Chang never expected that Brother Ji could solve the problem that he couldn't solve even after shouting to death in just three words.

What made him vomit blood even more was that what this guy was talking about was not the Chinese language!

It's Mandarin that the NPC can't understand at all!

After all, it was a report on the battle situation, and there was really no need for the NPC to understand. Midnight Killer casually shook off the plasma hanging on the chain saw and continued talking as if nothing had happened.

...There are quite a lot of people from the Sadwind clan, more than 2,000 big guys! But these guys are not good. They are incomparable with the green guys on Shifeng Mountain. They are not very accurate in shooting, and they are timid when fighting head-on. They wanted to surrender before they were even half dead. If I didn't agree, they would run away... Tsk, it took a lot of trouble to chase these guys.

When he said this, he smiled honestly.

By the way, all the living people in the lair have been rescued. There must be five or six hundred of them. Seeing that their mental state is not very good, I didn't ask them to count. I heard the mutants themselves said that some of them were from the South Some of what the legion sells to them is sold by nearby tribes and slave traders... In short, it is better to settle them first, and it is best to arrange a few doctors.

Speaking with his conscience in mind, he felt that his smile was quite sunny.

However, others obviously don't think so.

Seeing this demon covered in blood and with a ferocious smile, the surrounding survivors were frightened, especially since this demon spoke a language they didn't understand at all.

Including the young man named Bosaka.

He was full of indignation and shouting a second ago, and he suddenly felt like a deflated balloon. His wheat-colored face turned as white as if he had been powdered, and he stammered and couldn't say a word.

Looking at the chain saw covered in plasma and the heads belonging to strong men on the ground, he couldn't help but take a step back.

The wavering pupils were filled with fear, and underneath that fear there was actually a hint of admiration...or envy.

That is the awe of power!

It is also the earliest and most primitive worship in the animal kingdom!

Not only him, but also the survivors who were booing around him.

At this moment, they had chosen the new kings of the tribes!

The mole sitting on the turret held his forehead with a headache, not knowing whether he should be happy or helpless.

Midnight Killer scratched the back of his head, turned to look at Brother Fang with a complicated expression, and said a little embarrassed.

Did I come at the wrong time?

Fang Chang shook his head.

No, you came just in time... I'll leave it to you to tell me anything in the future.

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