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 Dead Coast.

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

Although that war happened just 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, rather than 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, and some are 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, plunderers and farmers in the wasteland, some are to escape distant wars, plagues and hunger, or they want to seize the opportunity of rebuilding the space elevator to become rich and fly into 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 in the end, it 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 packed with boxes. Now it has been turned into prefabricated concrete houses."

The outline of the settlement was expanding outside the port, and the crates might 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.

"What's going on in the box? They actually let those wastelanders live in the box?"

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

"Well, I... just think it's a bit wasteful," Henk said with emotion, "Then it's also metal, so 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 a long time, he was 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.

Although the government's concern for the Wastelanders is admirable, if the method they adopt is to expropriate it or allow the Wastelanders to occupy it by force, then no matter how prosperous this place seems, it will not be a very 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, 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. Rent. As the shipping companies are also eager to make the next trip, the local authorities are willing to buy those empty boxes, so why not? "

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

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

The other one is the materials provided by the French Fries Port and the heavy industrial facilities on 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 stupid move.

If it weren't for the wastelanders who yearned for the Alliance from the bottom of their hearts and 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 workers!

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 Saigon Harbor massacre through multiple sources of evidence, but also found ways to obtain video materials of the Lion City massacre, and finally defended the local representative at the hearing. He was speechless and opened a fast channel for refugees in Borneo to quickly apply for "custodial 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 rule out plunderers hidden among the refugees by relying on oaths alone. And the settlements in the Haiya 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 an ogre becoming the attending physician and the arsonist becoming a firefighter.

These regulations mainly deal with survivors whose identities are completely blank.

If they are survivors from Ideal City, Yunjian Province, South China Sea Alliance or Luoxia Province, they 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 obtain the status of "supervised". They can even shorten the supervision period to a few days based on their own abilities, which is equivalent to receiving and issuing the alliance's ID card.

Zhang Ze did not fight for the same rights and interests for those Borneo people as 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 win the same rights as "identified survivors".

As we all know, there is no widespread plunder in Borneo.

The surviving local people endure hardships and stand hard work, and using the rules for screening and plundering people against them 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 then spend the assessment period of temporary status as supervised individuals.

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

In this way, it is equivalent to passing on the risks 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 "Hanging Labor Agency Company" 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 on the shore waving his hands excitedly, Henk looked at Arman beside him suspiciously and asked.

"Who is this?"

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

"Zhang Ze, the shareholder of Hange Wall Labor Service Agency, I am the partner of Die 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 communicated with Zhang Ze via telegram all the way here, so he had a relatively good understanding of the situation here.

Henk was stunned for a moment after hearing this, 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 of the settlement's resident office, holding a thin tablet computer 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.

"Thank you, Mr. Armen, 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 take a look here."

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

Henk's eyes were fixed on the roster, and he felt that this job looked familiar.

picture!

Jian Yi is 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 Xifan Port like those people."

Looking at the hot-faced Henk, Arman calmed down and spoke.

"The alliance and the legion have established diplomatic relations, so you don't need to guarantee it. In other words, the embassy of Triumph City in Dawn City has already guaranteed it for you... But, you don't plan to come back to Xifan 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 was going to be a protracted legal battle, and he wasn't going to give up his right to recover the premium, but that didn't mean he was going 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 at Fang Yan who is sinking? That's not my style."

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

"I'll take you to the office later to resolve the identity issue. By the way, what do you want 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, these are the cards," Henk shrugged lightly, looking at the anxious but eager faces on the deck, grinning and said, "You said so, too. Now, these guys won’t be living in the box forever.”

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

Arman 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 have 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.

"We'll see, I'll make back all the money I lost... Maybe we'll have a chance to cooperate in the future."

In fact, Arman didn't think much of this ambitious guy, but he didn't attack his compatriots. He just smiled and was polite.

"Then I'll wait for your news."

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

"When you come next time, you will know that I am not joking."

…

With the help of the wall-mounted labor agency, 2,77 new immigrants from Xifan Port successfully completed the registration procedures at the No. 1 Settlement Office and obtained the status of "supervised persons."

From now on, as "quasi-citizens" of the Alliance, they will fight to end the Wasteland 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 have to live their current lives first.

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

If you regard this place as an ideal city, you will definitely regret it. If all you want is fairness, you will not 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 life of Tuo. 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 still 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 Weirant people across the way also did not dare.

After all, things are different now.

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

The psychological pressure that the 200mm gun brought to the Wilantes far exceeded 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 strategy of rushing forward and widened the width of the battle line from a few tens of kilometers to several kilometers. The sharp awl turned into a broad-bladed axe.

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

Although the Borneo Kingdom has an absolute advantage in terms of numbers, it is a flaw that it is 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 by the legions relying on their mobility and central strength, and then the entire front line could not see each other from the beginning to the end, and became a mess in the retreat and defense, and finally collapsed without any attack.

However, even though the battle lines between the two sides have been widened to several tens of thousands of people, Akale 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 for a decisive battle with the Legion.

In order not to be held back by the prisoners during the fight, they also deliberately sent the prisoners captured in front of them 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 him, saying that the survivors of the Borneo country had only dreamed of landing on the shore in their lifetime, while those big noses just raised their hands and threw it. Just drop it and 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. I 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.

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 Gallon Harbor. Their shore was in Triumph City. If they didn't take what they saw with them, they would never be able to go 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...I think even if I say this, you will definitely feel 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 don’t know if my grandson’s grandson can see it for me.”

Looking at that pessimistic face, Bing Shui 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 Brother Tu across from 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." 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, and we have to reciprocate. "

There's something weird about the edge paddling expression.

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

The Mammoth Kingdom's army has undergone a complete re-equipment and restructuring. Although it is still no match for the legion on the frontal 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 come to the Borneo Kingdom.

He really didn't understand what the 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.

"I didn't say anything, but I said everything. Just like this transfer, on the surface it 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. 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.

"General... 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 can't avoid it. But thinking about it on the other hand, this is actually the same thing. If Shah Rukh was not such a cunning person, he might have become such a cunning person."

The edge of the water was stunned for a while when he heard the words.

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, I couldn't understand it, but I was shocked.

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 10,000 people will come to take over from us in the future. I just want you to tell 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, not a fool. If he dares to surrender, I bet he won't see the sun in the sky."

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

"Take care brother."

Isher also held his fists respectfully, his expression becoming serious.

"Take care of yourself too!"