This Game Is Too Realistic

Xilan Empire, Tiandu Palace.

Wu Tuo was feeling a little depressed these days.

The Alliance opened its mouth in ceasefire negotiations, demanding that the Empire remove the governor of Jingallan Port and a group of noble bureaucrats appointed by Tiandu.

Not only that, they also demanded that after the ceasefire agreement takes effect, the control of Golden Gallen Port be handed over to local survivors until the risk of plunder in the area is completely removed.

To be honest, he can make appropriate concessions on tariffs and compensation, but he can't agree to these two items.

Especially the last one.

This was simply more uncomfortable for him than the Alliance directly removing this land from his territory.

After all, this means that for the first time in the territory of the Xilan Empire, there will be a land where the royal authority cannot shine. This will not only shake the authority of the royal family, but even the legitimacy of his rule will be questioned by the nobles and citizens.

Wu Tuo could only hope that the embargo imposed on the entire Golden Gallon Port by the 300,000 troops on the border could crush the fragile economy of this settlement.

If it becomes a scorched land that breeds famine, plague, and even death, perhaps the Alliance will discard that tasteless piece of chicken ribs.

He heard from people on the front lines.

The people of the Alliance are spending their own money to transport the corn purchased from Silver Moon Bay to Golden Gallon Port one by one.

If this trend continues, one of the red clay in the suburbs of Golden Gallen Harbor and the wallet of the league will be the first to be emptied.

He took a bite of the grape that the beauty brought to his lips. Just when Wu Tuo squinted his eyes and was about to take a nap, there were hurried footsteps outside the palace.

A deacon stepped into the hall and knelt at the foot of the steps.

"Your Majesty, Captain Huyevan has arrived."

Wu Tuo, who was lying on the beauty's lap, sat up in surprise, pushed away the beauty and the fruit plate surrounding him, stood up and stepped forward with a flaming beard.

"He came to Tiandu?"

The deacon kneeling at the foot of the stairs looked slightly embarrassed, but he still spoke hastily.

"Not yet... not yet. After he disembarked at Xifan Port, he summoned the nobles in the area near Xifan City."

Wu Tuo was slightly startled, feeling something was wrong in his heart, but he still had a happy smile on his face.

"Yes, he is a practical guy."

The deacon put his forehead to the ground, his face was bitter but he did not dare to say anything.

No one in the entire court knew that the Weiland people were His Majesty's guests, so no one dared to say anything bad about the Weiland people.

Especially in recent days, the negotiations between Duke Galawa and the Alliance are at a critical juncture. His Majesty needs the power of the Legion to deter the Alliance and the companies that stand behind the Alliance. It was the officers of Weiland who slapped the Japanese in the street. No matter which noble girl he sleeps with, he also applauds the eternal friendship between the Legion and the Empire.

"Where is General McClun?" Wu Tuo asked Yu.

The deacon spoke softly.

"He took a bus to Sails Harbor yesterday."

Wu Tuo frowned.

"Aaron is always here, right?"

The deacon said, sweating profusely.

"...He went with General McClung."

Wu Tuo remained silent and stood in front of the bench for a long time, frowning as if thinking, but after a moment he relaxed his brows and sat down.

"Send me a telegram, saying that General Lao is worried about the affairs of our empire. In addition, there will be a selection and assessment for palace generals in a week. I heard that the general is very interested in our empire's war games. If the general happens not to be busy, You can come and observe in my palace.”

That's probably what it means.

As for how to formulate the specific wording in the telegram, people below will naturally figure it out.

Seeing that His Majesty did not express his anger, the deacon finally breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed the ground with his head.

"As you command!"

…

At the same time, in front of the pier of Xifan Port, carriages with extraordinary decorations were crowded on the dirt road that was not spacious.

A group of people dressed in luxurious clothes stood in the open space in front of the dock, looking slightly uneasily at the group of tall Wilante soldiers around them.

I don’t know what kind of ecstasy these big noses poured into their majesty, but they actually let his majesty directly assign West Sail Port to the legion with a wave of his hand, and warned the nobles of the entire Nasset state to do their best to meet the legion’s requirements. Cooperate, otherwise it will be tantamount to betraying the empire.

Although this is still His Majesty's territory in name, in fact it has become the territory of the Weiland people. They not only drove away the original governor, but even sent a new "Governor" here.

Standing at the bow of the ship, Huye looked down at the ants on the pier. Rather than saying that his contemptuous eyes showed contempt and ridicule, it was better to say that he did not regard these guys as human beings.

A group of guys who don't even care about their own compatriots are not worthy of the respect of the Weiland people. Even if they are dressed in brocade silk and satin, they are just a few dogs leading the herd.

Not letting go of this opportunity to show off his power, he cleared his throat, raised his voice, and shouted loudly.

"Listen, no matter who you were loyal to before, now I am the one riding on top of your head, I am your master, and the rules here must be as I say. If you have any objections, it is best to raise them as early as possible. Don’t waste all of our time.”

Looking at the commotion and the incredulous expressions of the crowd, Hu Ye waited quietly for half a minute. Seeing that no one spoke a word, he continued to talk.

"I want you to select a group of people from your own manor who can work for me... Let's do this. Each slave family will produce at least one male."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd on the pier was in an uproar. The nobles who were afraid to let out a fart before were now as excited as a dog whose tail had been stepped on.

Hu Ye wondered if his request was too much, and Aaron who was standing aside coughed slightly.

"General, slaves here don't have families."

Hu Ye was stunned for a moment and looked at him in surprise.

"What's the meaning?"

Aaron said patiently.

"That's the literal meaning. You can think of them as weeds growing out of red soil. There is no concept of kinship in plants... Even if those weeds know who their father and mother are, there won't be too many nobles who raise them. Ask."

"Then how do they know who is the father of whom?" Hu Ye couldn't help but ask you, "They have to count how many they have, right?"

"They are all born by the mother, what does it matter who gave birth to them?" Aaron shrugged, "They will count the heads every year, maybe every two or three years. In short, as long as the number of people working does not change much, it will not matter. Some people care. If there are too many people, they will sell it to save money. As for there are too few...that situation seems to have not happened yet.”

Hu Ye pinched his eyebrows as if he had a headache due to this unexpected situation.

McClun crossed his arms and looked at this guy with interest, wondering how these officials would deal with this problem.

In the Falcon Kingdom, General Claes' approach was to abolish the slaves of the local people and establish a military aristocratic system for the locals linked to military merit, encouraging them to go to the outside world to plunder land and slaves. General Griffin used the freedmen released in the previous period to establish a set of legion-style industrial centers for the locals to ensure the logistics of the expeditionary force in the Far East.

Completing these operations requires a strong army and executive power, and the officials of Triumph City happen to be a group of "weak and incompetent" guys.

Sure enough, the governor thought for a moment, and finally came up with a compromise plan, cleared his throat and shouted at the group of indigenous nobles.

"Silent!"

The loud volume from the loudspeaker stunned the entire audience, and the people crowded on the dock fell silent.

After a pause, Hu Ye slowly opened his mouth and continued.

"Your management method is too inefficient. Okay, let's change it... You provide me with slaves on a regular basis, and we pay you on a per-capita basis. We will pay you 50 dinars for each head that lasts a month." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere at the port suddenly boiled.

The faces that were originally worried were suddenly filled with joy, as if they wanted to take out all the money in their pockets immediately.

"No problem, sir!"

"I, I have more than a thousand at home! I can move them here in a day!"

"Does everyone give this much? Or is it just men?"

50 a month, that’s 600 dinars a year!

In the Xilan Empire, even the smallest noble has hundreds of people, and some big nobles even have tens of thousands of people in their manors and plantations!

Farming is not always busy time throughout the year, and when there is no work, most of the people are just idle on the land.

At this time, if we drive them into the Weiland people's factory, they can earn at least tens of thousands or even millions of extra income a year!

This is even higher than the output of their plantations!

Some people have even begun to think about how to make the tenants who rent the land into slaves by increasing land rent or other methods.

Or you can find a way to get them to sell their sons and daughters.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Hu Ye roared twice in succession before the chirping crows shut their mouths, and then continued to shout at the top of his voice, "When we need to recruit people, we will take care of the recruitment requirements." Post it here. If you don't want to miss it, arrange for your servants to keep an eye on it. Now, go and count how many people there are in your family, how old they are, whether they are male or female. I don't want to wait until the time comes. A bunch of old men on crutches!”

After saying what needed to be said, Hu Ye asked the soldiers to drive away the nobles blocking the dock, and at the same time asked people to arrange work for the labor assigned to them by His Majesty.

In fact, if you only produce some light industrial products that Triumph City needs, there is no need to mobilize the slaves in the plantations. Just the guys living in these shacks in Xifan Port are enough.

However, Hu Ye has his own plans and arrangements for the future of this "treaty port".

He is not only satisfied with making a small amount of money by exporting clothes and cans, he also wants to help the official group behind him and everyone in Triumph City earn more.

Without military power, they can only use this method to increase their influence in the legion.

"...The Alliance produces steel and cement in Golden Gallen Port. We must also produce those things, and we must produce more than them."

McClun asked you casually.

"What is it used for?"

Hu Ye said with a smile.

"When mining or building roads, there will always be something useful. If you can't use it all, you can sell it to the emperor here."

McClun shrugged noncommittally. He didn't know much about business, and he always felt that the emperor who lived in the "Flying Palace" shouldn't be of use.

Aaron coughed slightly and reminded Yu.

"Dear General, I have to remind you that Mr. Wu Tuo is only interested in guns. We only need to sell some guns to them."

What he said was actually very vague.

The steel and cement needed to build the factory in West Sail Port can be shipped from the ports on the west coast of the Central Continent, just like the production equipment.

If you build a steel plant and a cement plant here, the steel and cement produced will most likely be unsalable. The locals already have enough shacks, and there is no need to replace them with steel and cement before the docile animals complain.

But it was clear that Governor Huye had his own ideas.

"How much money can you make from guns? Besides, they are about to cease fire with the Alliance. The arms trade cannot continue for a long time."

Aaron made a helpless expression and gave up trying to convince this guy.

Anyway, their labor cost is close to nothing. Producing those things will only waste a little resources at most, and it is unlikely that they will lose money.

McClung picked up the topic and asked.

"The only thing I don't understand is... No offense intended. Since you don't have the ability to rob them directly, why don't you just buy those slaves?"

Hu Ye chuckled.

"That's too inefficient, and if you buy it, won't we become our own slaves? 8 square meters, three meals a day, healthy life until the age of ten... I even have to give this group of low-class people Retirement! It’s better to let the nobles here take care of them, and the 50 dinars every month will be treated as management fees.”

If he didn't work hard, he would send someone away. Seeing the fate of the person who was sent away, other slaves would naturally work hard!

McClun looked at this guy in surprise.

Of course he would not be unaware of the "eight square meters" law formulated by the Marshal himself.

There is actually someone who actually performs that thing outside of Triumph City?

Not caring about the surprise on McClun's face, Hu Ye continued to talk with a smile.

"Of course, in addition to relying on the nobles to manage them, I will provide them with a little head start in life and encourage them to work harder while being diligent. For example, I will give them a bonus every month and record it in their account. Once I have collected a thousand dinars, I will use the money to redeem them.”

If you have been able to work for two years, you are considered proficient. It is not suitable to be placed in a plantation.

However, Aaron shook his head and said.

"Those nobles will not sell you a slave who can earn 600 dinars a year for 1,000 dinars."

"Then write it into the contract, or give them a little more," Hu Ye said nonchalantly, "This is not a negotiation, this is an order."

"What about after the redemption?" McClun looked at him and continued, "They are free people, and there are no nobles to take care of them for you."

"They are free people who have passed the professional skills screening and have no land," Hu Ye corrected his inaccurate statement and continued with an unchanging smile, "Do you think I gave them freedom? There is no such good thing. , they just went from one cage to another."

"There is no place for them to drive screws in the plantation. With nowhere to go, they will only become more inseparable from us and can only work harder than those slaves... And we only need to give them a little A living wage is enough.”

It wasn't until this time that Aaron's face showed a thoughtful expression, and he finally understood why the big shots in Triumph City sent this gentleman here.

McClun looked at the guy in equal amazement, almost changing his initial stereotype of him.

This guy is a talent.

Just when McClun was surprised, the governor suddenly turned around, walked up to him with a smile, and patted his arm.

"General McClung, you are the only officer here who graduated from the orthodox military academy. You are different from us guys who have military ranks but have never been on the battlefield. And the most important thing is that you have also fought with Alliance people. "No offense... I know there were some minor accidents in that battle, but that's not your problem."

McClun's brows twitched unconsciously, and he said a word with a stern face.

"Any questions?"

Seeing the change in his expression, Hu Ye quickly explained with a smile.

"No! You are the talent we need most at the moment. I would like to trouble you to help our friends train some officers who are slightly like that. After all, you know... we are completely amateurs in this area, and we My friend just learned to shoot."

After hearing this self-effacing statement, McClun finally relaxed his brows a little, but he still couldn't help but laugh.

"You finally remembered what I did?"

He has been bored here for almost two months, watching the pigs playing with the sand in the palace all day long. He might as well learn to swim while he has this time.

But it was too late to think of him after losing the battle.

Hearing these words, Hu Ye was slightly startled, and then said with a smile.

"You...may have misunderstood something, General McClung. We have never neglected you. You have always been the most important part of our plan. In fact, from the moment you stood on this land, you You are already playing a very important role, and I am actually here thanks to your contribution... I have to thank you for this."

As he spoke, this flamboyant man put his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

McClun looked stunned, suddenly feeling like he was being kept in the dark, and quickly looked at the adjutant beside him, Aaron.

But he saw that the queen nodded slightly.

"Just as Mr. Governor said...if we don't show a little more affection for the empire, they won't be so happy as to please us and take the initiative to 'teach' the Alliance a lesson."

After a pause, Aaron continued.

"As for the defeat of the Gray Wolf Army, it was completely within our expectations, but the speed of their defeat was indeed a bit beyond our expectations... We did not expect that Wu Tuo would be stupid enough to send a prince to the front to supervise the battle. Unexpectedly, the prince directly took away the command of General Alaiyan, resulting in the capture of more than 10,000 people. "

"But the result is no different," Governor Huye said with a smile, taking over from Aaron, "I still got the part we wanted."

McClun narrowed his eyes and stared at the guys who were taking advantage of him. He felt a burst of anger in his heart. He wanted to lose his temper but couldn't find a reason to lose his temper.

As they say, the end result is good.

Considering the interests of the legion, they formulated strategies and achieved the expected results at a very small cost...

You should be happy about this.

But at this moment, he couldn't be happy at all.

"...No wonder Commander Saren doesn't like you." McLumpy snorted with a smile.

Hu Ye had a troubled expression on his face and said with a little regret.

"Really? But I still thank him for laying down a vast territory for our legion and planting our flag in Luoxia Province, east of the great desert... If you have a chance, please convey my message to him for me. Respect him."

"I will," McClung glanced at Hu Ye meaningfully, paused and continued, "Besides, I hope this is the last time."

Looking at McClun who turned around and walked towards the cabin, Hu Yexin nodded in agreement.

"I promise you."

…

On the other side, the distant Golden Gallen Harbor.

It took a full month, and under the supervision of Sheriff Biha, the police station in the entire settlement finally completed the registration of the identity information of all residents in the area.

The final registration result also surprised Fang Chang.

If those who have not yet learned to speak and those who are half-dead lying on the bed are included, the actual population of this settlement has reached an astonishing 1.7 million!

He was surprised when he heard that there were one million people living here. He didn't expect that the actual population here was much higher than the number reported by word of mouth!

"I thought that 900,000 people in this settlement, which has no industrial base at all, would be too much. I didn't expect that the actual population was nearly 70% higher than the estimated number..."

Squeezing his eyebrows a little sorely, Fang Chang stared at the dusty construction site outside the window, thinking to himself.

"Is it red soil?"

He suddenly thought of Ms. Han's research.

When studying the civilization ecology of various settlements in the wasteland, the technology left behind by the Prosperity Era is undoubtedly a variable that cannot be ignored.

For example, although the Baiyue Province is vast and sparsely populated and seems to have few things left from the Prosperity Era, there is "ecological pollution" caused by Singularity-level technology, making it almost impossible to carry out industrialization at a low cost. They were forced to migrate to the sea.

In the province of Borneo, although the red soil is not a particularly advanced technology, and its creation has a lot of accidental ingredients, it is actually the "easiest to ignore, but the most unignorable" variable in this land!

It's like a nutritional balm.

Although it is not like the nutritional cream developed by Boulder City, which can be eaten for 300 and 15 meals a year, even if this thing can replace 50% of the food source, the impact on the local ecosystem and social form cannot be ignored. influence.

Many survivors who would never have survived elsewhere in the wasteland not only survived on this land, but also quickly eliminated those first-generation survivors who could not adapt to the wasteland era with incredible environmental adaptability, and in A unique surviving civilization ecology has been established locally.

And the red soil born in Camp Lowell was both a blessing and a curse left to them by their ancestors...

At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Fang Chang put the research report in his hand into the drawer, looked at the door, cleared his throat and said.

"Please come in."

The door opened, and a young man walked in hurriedly from outside the office, holding a stack of thick parcels.

He has a thin body, prominent cheekbones, and deep eye bags on his face, but his bright eyes are piercing and full of energy, giving him a feeling of vitality.

His name is Jodu, and he is one of the two hundred civil servants recruited by the Ministry of Education. He is also one of the few snake tribesmen who passed the literacy test.

According to others, he used to work as a casual worker at the port and learned some words because he often chatted with merchants and sailors in Silver Moon Bay, helping them run errands and lead the way.

It is rare to see literate Snake people, especially those who are self-taught. Fang Chang immediately transferred this young man from the Office of the Governor to the Governor's Office as the Governor's Secretary, as a key talent training.

And this guy did not live up to his expectations. He was not only diligent but also careful in his work, and his communication skills with both Lacy and Biha were quite good.

Fang Chang only discovered it recently.

These guys who were originally bound to the lowest level of society by "factors other than talent", after being liberated, they glowed with enthusiasm for life and work, far exceeding those who originally lived well during the period of Governor Nihak. Guy.

"... Dear Sir, the household registration statistics work has been basically completed, including the port area and various urban areas where the situation is complex. I have sorted out the information for you. As for establishing separate files for each resident, I am afraid it will take some time. can be completed.”

"And based on my personal observation, all the security bureaus, except the port branch, are extremely unfamiliar with the business in their respective jurisdictions. Although this is not entirely their problem, there will inevitably be omissions in the statistics of survivors in the slums. It is recommended that I’m afraid a second screening will be required before filing.”

Looking at the pile of items piled on the desk, Fang Chang nodded approvingly.

"Good job. I understand the situation, but this is enough for the time being. Later, I will ask Sheriff Biha to make identity documents based on these rosters... By the way, you might as well inform him for me."

"I am happy to serve you, sir." Jodu nodded slightly and continued after a moment of pause. "In addition, I have also sent someone to inquire about the refugees along the Yongliu River that you mentioned before. According to the The refugees themselves said that they were originally residents living on the upper reaches of the Yongliu River. The imperial army drove them out of the villages where they originally lived and violently took away their food and livestock. "

Fang Chang frowned slightly.

"Which side of the ceasefire line do they live on?"

"On the other side of the empire, outside our actual control area," Jodu said seriously, "If they are allowed to flood into the port, I am afraid it will have an impact on the order we have finally stabilized, but if we leave it alone, it will not matter. After all, there is no solution. Unless we completely close the Yongliu River Shadow Port, those people will always have a way to swim over. "

Fang Chang looked at him with interest.

His intuition told him that this guy already had an idea.

"So what is your suggestion?"

As he expected, Yodu stood in front of his desk and continued to talk with a respectful expression.

"I have discussed with the people from the Imperial Household and they agreed to allocate some budget to build a shelter next to the prisoner of war camp in the suburbs to provide temporary housing for those who fled from the empire to Golden Gallen Port, but this requires You approve.”

As if worried that Fang Chang would disagree, Jodu hurriedly continued to talk.

"The threat of famine in Golden Gallen Port has passed. We only need to pay some inexpensive food to allow them to stay outside the settlement and wait for our resettlement. They can also help us with some road construction. Bridge work... Actually, it's not a bad thing to take in those refugees. The Yongliu River has helped us eliminate some people. Those who can swim to Golden Gallen Port are all strong young men. "

"After the ceasefire agreement comes into effect, we can directly merge the prisoner of war camp into part of the shelter, merge the two into an urban area, and gradually absorb this part of the population by expanding industries from settlements to suburbs."

Fang Chang looked at the young man standing in front of the desk with slight surprise, or to be more precise, he was mostly surprised.

It's like drawing an SSSR card.

Good guy.

You can do it.

It is not difficult to come up with an idea, but it does take some thinking to think carefully about what to do first and what to do next.

And being able to arrange things in an orderly manner and simplify the work that the leader needs to do down to just signing a signature, letting this guy be a secretary is simply a humiliation.

But a surprise is a surprise. Whether it is true or not depends on how well the situation is handled.

Fang Chang simply nodded without expressing his thoughts on his face.

"If I'm satisfied with your plan, I'll do as you say. I'll say hello to the Department of Justice and the militia and ask them to cooperate with you to the best of their ability."

Jodu was overjoyed when he heard this and nodded understandingly.

"Please don't worry, sir, I won't let you down."

After hearing the words "cooperate within the scope of our ability", he already had a rough idea of ​​what he should do about this matter.

Just as he was about to bow and leave, he suddenly remembered something and stopped again.

"By the way, there is one more thing. Although you may have heard about it, I think I should report it to you just in case..."

Fang Chang leaned back on his chair, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"You said."

"About Saipan Port on the west coast of Borneo Province," Jodu considered his words in his mind for a moment and continued cautiously, "I heard rumors from the port that the army sent a governor there a few days ago. I guess it should be there these days. Here it is. Maybe this is not what I should be concerned about, but at the moment...the Legion seems to be planning to intervene in the situation in Borneo, which may have an unknown impact on the ceasefire negotiations between us and the Empire."

Legion Governor?

Fang Chang frowned slightly, but he quickly relaxed his brows and said softly.

"Mr. Jodu, you are my secretary and a survivor of this settlement. As long as it concerns the personal safety and vital interests of the local survivors, I don't think there is anything you shouldn't care about."

"You say so, sir."

Looking at Yodu who lowered his head, Fang Chang nodded slightly.

"I already understand the situation. You can go about the task I've given you first."

He had indeed heard about the Legion's love, and he even asked Captain Chen to drive the Dolphin nuclear submarine to take a look.

The landing force was just some industrial equipment, and a small number of Wilant infantry and officers. Although it was worthy of vigilance, it did not deserve their excessive attention.

Under the background that the "Cohesion Nation" negotiations are ongoing in Dawn City, it is unlikely that the Legion will have a direct conflict with the Alliance. At most, the Willantes will help the Empire train two more gray wolf armies.

In contrast, the growing warlord power on the border deserves his attention.

"As commanded."

Jodu nodded respectfully, turned around and left the office, closing the door behind him.

Fang Chang glanced at the time in the upper right corner of the VM. Less than ten minutes had passed from the time he entered to the time he left. In these ten minutes, he not only completed the report, but also came up with a solution to the problem for himself.

It can be seen that he has made full preparations.

It's very comfortable to get along with such a person. Maybe I can quit my job as "Acting Governor" of Golden Gallen Port earlier than expected.

"...It seems that there is not a complete lack of available people here. It just takes some time to find them."

His eyes fell on the dusty construction site outside the office window. Looking at the busy workers and the foreman who led them to work, Fang Chang couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth with a faint smile.

In fact, the situation here is not as bad as they thought when they first came here.

The curse brought by red soil to local survivors is not exactly a debuff.

Although the characteristics of "obedience" and even "obedience" have caused these people to become natural slaves, so much so that they can even carve a pig into a totem and hold it above their heads as a god, they do not have no chance of ending it. I am a wasteland myself.

Just like the people outside the window who are rebuilding their homes with sweat and tears.

If someone is willing to point them to a more reliable path than being reincarnated into the emperor's family, they are also willing to move forward.

And if someone is willing to pull them, or push them to take two steps forward and open the gate of the world, they might run faster than Boss Xia of Boulder City.

Just like the girls of the Yue tribe who are building their homeland in the Baiyue Strait, their performance after landing is the best example.

Their extraordinary tolerance for the environment allowed them to survive desperate situations that were almost unbearable for ordinary people, and their traits of obedience and obedience, if applied in another context, would mean hard work and hard work.

Being born a slave is a false proposition. No slave has ever been born a slave.

And thinking of the thighs on the beach of Baiyue Strait - oh no, girls, Fang Chang suddenly realized that this "self-defense counterattack" had been going on for almost two months.

"Time flies so fast..." He couldn't help but sigh.

After two more days, the freshwater pipeline in the southern sea area will probably be completed...