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"Me? I have to go back to work. I took all my annual leave to come out with you. The economy is bad these days, and if I don't go back, I'll be fired." Marna's chivalrous knight aura vanished instantly, replaced by the dejected aura of a corporate slave.

But these were just excuses. Ultimately, he was worried about Maria, that single-minded little girl, and the family's situation. He had to go back and take care of them. The situation was getting more and more serious. His judgment was the same as the Doctor's. As a ranger knight and a veteran of many battles, he felt that the restless atmosphere of war was spreading throughout Terra.

Along the way, besides educating my niece, there was also the factor of verifying my own guesses and ideas. However, the current conclusion is: the situation is not optimistic.

With the Radiant Knights exiled and the Lightbringer family stripped of their knighthoods, a strong pillar is needed to survive the ensuing chaos.

The choices given to Linguang appear to be two paths, three options, but in reality there is only one: either he pursues his ideals himself, or he entrusts them to others.

"I...I want to take another look..."

"Alright, we still have a few days of vacation left, so let's take a good look." Marna nodded helplessly. Had she been too harsh on her? She seemed a little insecure now. It seemed that what happened before had hit her harder than being exiled.

For an idealist, there is no more devastating outcome than trying to be a hero only to end up harming countless people.

However, it wasn't her fault in itself. After all, in this shitty world, even without Nearl, those people wouldn't be any better off.

Green Shipyard Phase III

After a full day of investigation, the reason why the electromagnetic gun could not fire was finally found—it was not equipped with a barrel.

[Gunner: I'm thinking, even with a railgun, it'd at least need something to get the projectile into the rail accelerator, right? Me: Maybe we could have someone drop the projectile into the rail. That way, we wouldn't need a primer; we could just find a strong guy.]

[First Mate: Why not just let a fart-headed guy crawl in with the shell?]

The issue of the turret not rotating remains unresolved. However, since I don't understand the AI's settings, I've decided to leave it as is; at least it looks good.

[Me: Perhaps we could consider having the gunnery sergeant take the kid down there to push the cannons? Gunnery sergeant: Why not make a main shaft and connect the piston and steam engine to it?]

Therefore, I used a rotary module, a marine main shaft, and a steam engine to create a highly realistic artillery piece that could be manually controlled for servo steering.

First, an observer is needed to tell the gunner where the target is. Then the gunner starts the steam engine, controls the spindle speed, estimates that it has roughly reached the target position, stops the servo, and then fires, which is very much a replica of the way ironclad warships fired before World War I.

Given the repeated capsizing of the Green-skinned Third Ship, I decided to create the Green-skinned Fourth Ship by wasting tonnage.

Thus, a 198-meter-long, 12,000-ton destroyer began to enter the dry dock to lay its keel—during the construction process, it was discovered that the ship's size was indeed a powerful force against the waves.

The ship is 198 meters long, has a draft of 8 meters, and a surface length of 5 meters (deck width not measured).

Weighing 17,000 tons, it embodies the essence of German tonnage waste, yet it also allows it to remain steadfast amidst the waves.

[Me: I've discovered something truly terrifying. First Mate: ?. Me: This planet actually has day and night cycles and tides! First Mate: Uh…]

That's right. In addition to waves and tides, there are also day and night tides in the game. So you'll find that the waves are very big during the transition between day and night. Even this large destroyer will tilt. The difference between high tide and low tide is about 3 meters.

Next, the weapon system successfully achieved cold and hot launch of vertically launched missiles from the same rack. It also developed a laser interceptor, electronic jamming (with very realistic electronic warfare), anti-radiation probes (detecting radar, infrared cameras and other radiation signals of the target), wireless listening equipment (monitoring communication between the target and the sub-vehicle), a radar gimbal, a 360-degree radar, a communication jamming antenna, and I also developed a laser damage detector and an anti-missile CIWS.

However, due to technical issues, it is completely unknown whether the above modules and functions will actually work.

[Me: As long as we firmly believe that Mao is watching us, they are useful. First Mate: Then why not dismantle them and turn them into statues of Mao?]

Another new problem is that the engine has stopped turning. After I switched to diesel power, the engine stopped turning. I will investigate further to find out what caused the accident.

And, the biggest shipbuilding accident of the day—after it was finished, I found myself sealed in the hold.

First Mate: Has anyone seen the captain? Wasn't she fixing the leak in the hold? Second Mate: She cut open the deck, crawled down to install the water pump, and then casually sealed it up layer by layer. Now she's trapped in the hull...

Chapter 86 is titled "Zawarudo".

Chapter 86

"Here we go again! How many times has this happened!" A stack of documents was thrown hard at the subordinate's face. "Last time, you promised me you'd keep those rioters in their run-down camp. And they took Totti. What are you going to promise this time?"

"Your subordinate... Your subordinate..." The subordinate had a bitter face and couldn't speak. The mob was still a mob, but some of them seemed to be more orderly than the others, and they even used some tactics that they shouldn't have used.

This led to the near annihilation of the defending forces, who could have easily overwhelmed them by relying on superior weaponry and terrain. Moreover, for the first time ever, those people did not burn down towns or destroy villages. Instead, they followed the example of the Yankees, restoring production in some urban areas, confiscating supplies, and taking stock of survivors and prisoners. In fact, a large number of those prisoners even joined the enemy's camp.

Thinking of this, he seemed to suddenly discover a glimmer of hope. "My lord, their actions are highly unusual. Those lowly commoners could never possibly understand tactics, much less inventory supplies or make overall arrangements. They can't even write. Moreover, their actions are very different from those people in the north... I suspect it might be..."

The nobleman paused for a few seconds, lost in thought. It must be said, this reason was very convincing, and in war, using spies and bribing the enemy were common tactics. If the Yankees couldn't breach the fortress, it wasn't impossible for them to send a small group along a side road to bypass the fortress and enter the south to use these refugees to cause trouble.

"Okay, I understand. Go down..." It's difficult for nobles to punish their subordinates for this. If it's the Yankees' special forces, then they are not something they can handle on their own. They need to discuss countermeasures with the ruling families of the other territories and city-states.

“The camp can’t be set up like this. The nails need to be driven deeper. Also, this is the city’s truss structure, which can’t support heavy loads. Tell them to move the pulley system to the load-bearing support over there.”

Lin Guang walked among the ragged crowd, her beautiful long golden hair covered in dust, grass, and dirt. What distinguished her from the others was a slightly dirty and worn suit of armor beneath her tattered cloak.

"These are the streets most vulnerable to breaching by target cavalry and armored forces in urban boarding battles. The barricades are not strong enough. I'll demonstrate them, and you can learn by watching."

The young knight walked through the streets, among the ruins, and amidst the partially destroyed remains and metal frames of the city. She could call almost everyone by name, using all the knowledge she had learned in her family and the army to strengthen the defenses and rebuild the war-torn city, which would become their base.

"The weather's nice today, don't just loung around in the sun. Dry all the grass you just picked, make sure it's completely dry; it could save your life on a cold night..."

People nodded in agreement, diligently turning over the dirty, messy hay spread out in the noble courtyard. Drying the hay and bundling it into bundles of mats to place inside the mezzanine of the temporary buildings made from shipping containers and crates could effectively reduce the heat transfer capacity of metal, making the rooms easier to keep warm.

"The food is too watery, add more grain, this isn't enough. Also, rats are edible, but they need to be specially processed."

This is a little-known fact taught by Marna, and Nearl, who grew up in the legendary knight family of Kazimierz, never thought of such a thing when she was still a young lady.

Skinned and steamed rats, gutted, chopped, and then simmered with a thick broth containing bitter herbs, tree roots, and a small amount of grain, can be transformed into a broth that provides a good amount of calories.

This is the food for the refugees who have taken over the city. It is distributed equally among all social classes, with the elderly and women receiving less and children and young men receiving more.

Rows of corpses hung from the city ruins, including refugees, ordinary citizens, and many former gang members. Her rules were simple: robbery, murder, and food theft would all result in execution, which barely restored some order.

This approach, except for the lack of substantial material support to restore order and resume production, is exactly the same as the doctor's method. No wonder the local lord believes that this may be due to an armed work team from the north infiltrating.

The cold, stagnant city finally showed a little signs of life. The remaining resources and supplies in the warehouse were put to the fullest use by people. Almost every piece of scrap iron had its purpose, either becoming a simple link or a crudely made arrow for a crossbowman.

"Sir, we've found something good and brought you a copy..."

The search party returned happily from the city's lower districts, where they found many good things. "Although they were covered in a thick layer of dust, they were still edible. Those nobles really are inhuman."

They used expensive Originium bombs to blast open the hidden warehouse wall. Inside was a disaster shelter built by some nobleman, with mountains of supplies piled up—enough to feed and drink several thousand people for a while. In the end, they didn't use any of it for disaster relief until they were hanged from the truss. They deserved it!

"Canned meat?" Nearl looked at the can of meat in her hand, which looked quite new after the dust was removed. Although it was past its expiration date, it still looked edible. However, the picture of a Wendigo giving a thumbs-up on the cover made it hard to tell what kind of meat was inside.

Judging from the packaging, this should be one of the earliest batches of canned goods produced by Xueyuan Meat Processing Plant, one of the subsidiaries of Xia's Group.

That's why the Wendigo, a terrifying cannibalistic creature, was used as the advertising image. However, due to the strong reaction it caused, the later batches were changed to the Ursus Shield Guard, an image that was less likely to trigger fear.

It has to be said that Daddy's appearance is really not suitable for being an advertising model. Those who know can tell that this is an advertisement for canned meat, but those who don't might think that he is about to pull his thumb upside down across the front of his neck (gesture: you're dead).

However, some collectors with a penchant for novelty also pay high prices to acquire some of these canned goods, perhaps for warding off evil spirits.

"Pork, vegetable oil, plant protein, starch... it should be edible." Although a lot of starch and plant protein are added, the meat content is also more than 20%, and the offal content is about 5%, which is just right for those who have difficulty getting vitamins and meat all year round.

Otherwise, if someone were to eat large amounts of meat after a long period of hunger, they could actually die from acute pancreatitis and protein poisoning. To put it bluntly, they would die from overeating. This is why the first batch of canned meat was not made from pure meat.

Otherwise, those infected, miners, and snowfield serfs who rarely eat a full meal and are overjoyed to be able to fill their stomachs with moss porridge all year round would absolutely not be able to control their mouths, and in that case, we'd probably have to carry away a whole bunch of people who ate themselves to death.

In subsequent batches, the meat content was gradually increased until the farm workers' physical condition was adjusted and they no longer experienced symptoms such as diarrhea and colic. Only then was the current state, in which almost no starch was added to increase the weight, changed.

“It’s from the Xia Group, it’s edible.” Lin Guang put down the can. “Take it to the hospital, prioritize the wounded and children. It’s okay if we eat a few less.”

Lin Guang calmly put the can back, showing no intention of eating a few as a leader, even though she was actually craving it herself.

At home, she wouldn't eat canned food to maintain her figure and health.

"Sir, is it really true that everyone in the North can eat this kind of canned food without any restrictions?" a search team member asked in a low voice.

In their view, even if northerners could afford such food, they would only have the opportunity to eat it during the Chinese New Year, right?

Even so, it was enough to make these slaves and lowly commoners born in the south envious to the point of their faces contorting with envy. This was meat!

"It's not that I'd say I'd eat whatever I want," because eating whatever you want for three meals a day would not only be boring, but also expensive.

After all, the Xia Group always uses high-quality materials and never manufactures counterfeit or inferior products.

After all, the Star Alliance's production standards are extremely high, and those Soul Eaters are very picky; even the best materials might not be able to sell.

After all, a person's tongue may not be able to detect the difference, but after eating it, the symbiote will start to warn that they have ingested too much nitrite or similar substances, and anyone would know that they have bought a fake product.

The technical difficulty and cost of controlling these substances to just below the threshold range that prevents the symbiote from triggering an alarm are already seven or eight times more expensive than the cost of the stolen materials. Given this awkward situation, Lao Xia's food equipment, processes, and standards never considered "simplifying production" from the very beginning.

Quality inspection equipment is ruthless in catching cheaters, and given that its costs are already low enough, conventional production improvement methods cannot be improved any further.

Therefore, if there is an abnormal increase in profit margin, it must be because someone is secretly switching production materials. If Rabbit investigates, it will be confirmed.

This makes it difficult for the Xia Group to produce truly "low-end products," even if their prices are low-end, their quality must at least be above average, in order to maintain meager profits and a respectable sales volume in this depressed era.

“But… they do eat meat every now and then.” Lin Guang and Manna had come all the way from the north and knew that the lower classes there could indeed afford to eat meat every now and then without much trouble. And if you replaced “everyone” with “half” or “most”, then they could afford to eat it every day.

"That's great, sir! When will you attack us?!" This was the common wish and question of every poor person who believed that Lin Guang was an agent sent from the North. They didn't ask for much; they didn't need to eat meat every few days, and they would be content with a can of food a week to share with the whole family.

"This... I really wasn't sent by New Kazdel, you've misunderstood."

"Yes, yes, yes, look at my memory, that's right, you definitely weren't sent by them..."

However, all Lin Guang saw in the other person's eyes was the message, "You were definitely sent by them, but we have to keep it a secret."

If someone told these people that this beautiful blonde lady was the eldest daughter of a legendary noble knight family in Kazimierz, they would probably nod and agree wildly: Yes, yes, you're right, she's a native Kazimierz noblewoman, and her Kazimierz accent is so perfect! (Little Pony: Learn...)

"Sigh—" Lin Guang covered his head. Oh well, there's nothing I can do if I keep thinking like this. Anyway, even if the North attacks, it should be a good thing.

The search team left Lin Guang's makeshift tent. "You, you can't keep your mouth shut! How could you say such things? Remember, Lin Guang is just a young lady, not some kind of agent from the north!"

"Yes...that's right, that's right, it's the noble knight of Kazimir, even more noble and just than the nobles here..."

"Remember! It's Lord Knight!" The squad leader grabbed the horn on the other's head and yelled in his ear, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll sew your mouth shut, you hear me!?"

"Understood, noble knight, I've remembered it, and I will never make the same mistake again."

"Ah, that's right."

"But should we remind the young lady that although she's putting on a good act, she actually..."

But what nobleman would eat and live with refugees, guide them to rebuild towns, restore production, maintain order, and even take the lead in working?

Even if one's daily life and etiquette are presented in a seemingly proper manner, this is still the biggest flaw!

"Who says there can't be nobles with this kind of golden spirit!? Huh!? Who said that? Who said the young lady isn't a noble? I'll go and hang this spy right now!" the squad leader roared righteously.

Meanwhile, on the other side, at the farm, Old Xia was on vacation, carrying his daughter who was not yet a year old, wandering around the barren mountain that was just starting to look promising. Behind him, Little Tiger looked at him with a resentful expression, afraid that he would be clumsy and drop the little one.

Tiny Xia Qiu stared around with her round eyes, blowing bubbles as she looked on with curiosity. The symbiote enhancer had taken effect, and deep red lines began to appear on her neck and right cheek near her ear. These were the symbiote's neural connection structures, some under the muscles, some on the surface of the muscles, and some close to the skin.

Linking the spine, arteries, and major nerve pathways, these red streaks will eventually appear sporadically throughout the body. Once the entire network structure is complete, most of the red streaks will disappear, leaving only some residual traces.

These markings allow for the selection of patterns and colors, and also serve as the contact points for PNIS to interface with external devices.

For example, Xia Lin's device is on her wrist, and she can complete a series of tasks, including payment, identity verification, and medical examination, simply by getting close to it.

Inheriting the little tiger's emerald green eyes, which resembled shimmering jade, the symbiont at the base of the retina was forming new visual links, marking the beginning of the little guy's earliest learning process.