This Game Is Too Realistic

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

Although the manufacturing industry in the later stage is not as intensive as that in the former stage, 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 that of the former stage, the low-end production capacity is not much better than that of the former stage.

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

After securing this geomantic treasure, the Alliance 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 Corps, this is undoubtedly a fatal blow!

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

Multiple teams of 10,000 people with three-digit numbers are carrying tens of thousands of clone cannon fodder and are advancing towards the Ravenka Industrial Area.

At present, the 100th Division of the Enterprise and the 101st Division that just landed have been sent to intercept the attack and have been transferred to the Ravenka Industrial Area. The Goblin Corps and the Ideal City Air Force will ensure the safety of the airspace and provide air fire support to the ground troops.

In contrast, the tasks of assembling the legion's "rags and scraps" and arranging the survivors affected by the war were handed over to the Skeleton Corps and other alliance forces.

Although the arrogant rationale would look down on the "rags" of the Legion, the Alliance is still quite interested in those things.

Although the steel produced by this thing cannot be 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 miles of resources is good for waste. The reconstruction work on the ground is crucial.

Having taken a fancy to the value behind this industrial area, Chu Guang specially issued tasks to several leading players on the front line through the official website's task system, 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 the Ideal City Group and Ideal Group and its subsidiaries to study the "capacity transformation" of the Lavinka Industrial Zone. plan.

Although the war is not over yet, there is not much suspense about the outcome for the Alliance and its allies.

They can now free up their hands to do something more meaningful than war itself.

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

Anyway, the Alliance doesn't need to conquer "No. 10", so it's better to dismantle the armored steel on the tracks and use them to modify them into tractors and excavators.

Ravenka Industrial Zone Cargo Airport.

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 that 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, Bian Huishui's eyes lit up, he said hello and then smiled and cursed.

"Mom, I heard that there was a big action here before I came here, so I rushed over in a hurry, but when the others 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."

He paddled out of the water and glanced in the direction outside the airport.

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

Fang Chang said with a smile.

"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, Bian Piao's face immediately showed an expression of eagerness to try.

"What's the situation?"

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 want."

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 factory boss, engineer, manager, and their whole family in the factory. Fortunately, Mole was in time. We arrived and sent over a dozen armored vehicles to shake up the place. Now the two sides are still facing off.”

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

Although this is something that the Weiland people are asking for, they can't just ignore it.

After all, there are also Valantians in the Alliance army.

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

Mole has no experience in doing this kind of work. It's okay to talk to each other on the forum, but in practice he is confused.

But this guy also knows himself.

After controlling the situation, he made no further moves, just waiting for experience.

As for this experienced person, it is me.

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

After all, the example of Golden Gallen Port is right 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 allocation system, selecting representatives from various industries to establish a representative council, and appointing technical officials A series of measures such as establishing a municipal affairs system... it can be called a textbook-level transformation.

He doesn't even need to brag about it, the residents of Golden Gallen Harbor recognize him as their godfather.

Even the work of the Workers' Association in the area is making difficult progress. This is largely because Baiyue Si Gan is so outstanding and shines brightly that he is too busy making money and the people of Hong Kong are not interested in studying it at all. What a boulder city model.

Otherwise, Ou Kai and other workers would not be squeezed into the development staff of Xifan Port and even Shezhou.

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

For example, first use the big stick of violent institutions to deter speculators who want to fish in troubled waters, and then throw out the carrot of economic growth, and re-establish a more equal distribution mechanism to allow local aliens and Weirant people to You can all eat this carrot.

Especially the last one 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 creates a strong need to "shuffle" the cards. People would rather If you lose both ways, you don’t want all your 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.

It wouldn't be a problem for the alliance if it turned into a carrot.

The ten settlements on the Death Coast, the space elevator project in the southern sea area, and the port along the Baiyue Strait...these are visible needs.

Just the fact that they respect the management and are showing off now is enough for the heavy industry factory here to queue up their orders, let alone in the future.

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

The Golden Gallen Port and the other members of the alliance have developed a mature light industrial production line, which allows the locals to spend the money they earn, thus raising each other's living standards, and under the temptation of interests , allowing local factories to complete the transformation of production capacity and adapt to the shape of the alliance supply chain.

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

The Confederate Army left behind enough legacy for local people to rebuild their homes according to their own wishes.

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

I already have an idea in my mind to solve the problem.

"Okay, let's not waste time here. Let's help the mole out first."

Seeing a face as big as a square chest, Lao Bai smiled and joked.

"It seems that you have already thought about what to do."

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

Edge Paddling couldn't help but complain.

"Damn it, this guy is pretending to be so cool that he even forgot who he is."

…

After the pleasantries were over, the group of people did not linger in the square and walked towards the industrial area.

A large crowd of people surrounded the place in darkness, and the crowd was furious. The people were carrying shovels and shovels, and they looked like they wanted to knock down the factory.

If the Alliance armored vehicles weren't parked here, they might have 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 lives were poor, at least they were leisurely.

After the Southern Army came here, they first controlled their water sources, and then robbed them of their pastures and farmland, forcing them to work in factories and then use their meager salaries. Then buy nutritional cream full of stainless steel flavor from Legion.

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

When General Lubis was still there, they didn't dare to complain, 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, who was finally relieved, a "Leave it to me" look, 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 small, with furrows on his face, as if he had suffered a lot.

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

"Why are you protecting the Wilantes! Are you and them the same group?"

Fang Chang looked at him and said without giving in.

"We are not partial to anyone. We want to liberate all the suffering and surviving people in the wasteland... I would like to ask you, what did you do before we came here? When we need you to resist the most, you Why didn’t you resist?”

The old man was stunned, as were the few young people around him. They didn't even realize that the guy in front of him was aiming at him.

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

"Wealant people have machine guns, cannons, and planes...but these are not reasons. We have faced the things you have seen, and you have endured the fears we have seen, no less than you. When we unite What did you do when you got up? Did you swarm into the Southern Legion factory to grab work? Even if you don't dare to fight them, you can organize yourself and refuse to cooperate or be lazy, right?"

"I'm not making sarcastic remarks, or standing up and talking without feeling a pain in the back. The truth is that you didn't do anything, 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 sky was full of noise.

Although he expressed the alliance's dissatisfaction as tactfully and even mildly 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 thought that the Borneo Province was the wasteland floor, 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 beasts.

Fang Changyi'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 Weiland people hiding in the factory, the expressions on their faces were already 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.

"What's 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 relatives, 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 eats too much, but this time he probably ate a whole year's worth of food.

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 completely forgotten the past, they won’t have degenerated to this extent...

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 this learning 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 cruelty and savagery of the descendants.

These attributes dilute their literary character.

It is even very possible that the only bit of literary talent 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 the Wenzi 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!

Xianyi and Lao Bai thought about it together, then shook their heads.

"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 get frustrated every once in a while."

Maybe it was because they were too smooth sailing in Borneo before and were made more difficult by the dog plan.

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

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

However, he was unconscious when he got into the corner of the bull. The moment he was dragged into the quagmire and rolled around, he had already lost.

"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 people of Wilante! Their money! Their houses! Their women! This is what every one of us thinks. If you don't believe me, ask them. I am their representative. !”

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 came to his senses.

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 moved out of the way.

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

His body is composed of two parts, half of which is knotted muscle and half of which is made of dense steel. At this moment, shocking pieces of flesh and blood were hanging on the angular steel.

That ferocious look is like a demon descending to earth!

And the plasma hanging on his body showed that it belonged to the enemy.

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

He strode to the side of 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 thought about it. He asked Brother Ji to solve the problem 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 it. Midnight Killer casually shook off the plasma hanging on the chain saw, and continued nonchalantly.

"...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 effort 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 are from the Southern Legion Some of those sold to them are from nearby tribes and slave traders... 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.

But others apparently 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 couldn'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 of rapists 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 trace of admiration...or rather 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 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 will tell you anything I have in the future."

Killing Chicken at Midnight: "...?"