This Game Is Too Realistic

Because the appearance of Brother Killer was too scary, the aboriginal people who surrounded the industrial area quietly fell asleep, and the farce surrounding the industrial area finally came to an end.

A total of 471 civilians were trapped in the factory warehouse.

In addition to people related to the factory, some of them were residents living in nearby communities. They ran in when they saw something was wrong.

After all, normally speaking, the alliance's troops would definitely occupy the industrial zone as soon as possible to prevent the industrial equipment here from being destroyed.

No one knows the virtues of those natives better than them.

It is better to fall into the hands of the alliance than to fall into the hands of those natives.

"Thank you...thank you for saving us."

Holding the hands of his wife and daughter tightly, the pale man walked out of the warehouse.

His name is Antoine, and he is the district chief of the industrial zone. He is directly affiliated with the general affairs department of the legion. He has the rank of captain of ten thousand and is on the same level as the city lord of the nearby settlement.

It is worth mentioning that the Lavinca Industrial Zone is a special zone in the Southern Army. A large industrial park belongs to the center of Avent. The only land that belongs to the local area is the colony along the Lavinca River.

The Southern Army's local operations are also a textbook-level set of combos - first firmly grasp the water sources and farmland, and then the indigenous people will automatically leave the factory.

Fang Chang glanced at him and couldn't help but be a little surprised to see that the bridge of his nose was flat.

"Aren't you from Wilant?"

Antoine bowed slightly, nodded, and said nervously.

"I am an aborigine of the province of Batoya. According to your customs, my ancestral home is in the city of Avent..."

This man is quite knowledgeable.

It seems that he should be a guy who can understand human speech.

Fang Chang thought for a moment and then said.

"How much do you know about the aliens here?"

Antoine said immediately.

"I have dealt with them for more than ten years. I dare not say that I know them thoroughly, but I still understand them basically."

Fang Chang nodded and continued.

"Except for the survivors from the province of Batoya, how many races do you call the aliens, and which race is the most important one?"

Antoine's expression froze slightly, and he looked a little embarrassed. He hesitated for a while before answering in an uncertain tone.

"Uh... at least 2,000. No one has counted this carefully."

Hearing this number, Fang Chang was also stunned.

"Two thousand?! What the hell, you got it right."

Antoine said quickly.

"Absolutely not! I can swear to Marshal Julius that the actual situation is definitely much higher than the number I said!"

Fang Chang: "..."

You, a native of the city of Avente, swore a ball to Julius!

Lao Na and Elf King Fugui, who were standing behind Fang Chang, looked at each other and clicked their tongues in surprise.

"Good guy...twice as many as Borneo."

"The population is smaller than over there... Emmm, the head is big."

In fact, Antoine was not exaggerating.

Even the two thousand tribes he mentioned were just conservative estimates, and the real situation was far more exaggerated than what he said.

In addition to the natives who originally lived along the Ravenka River, the labor force of the Southern Army was also purchased from slave traders traveling from north to south.

The composition of those slave traders is much more complicated.

Some were plunderers who occupied the magpie's nest and looted the refuge, some were deserters from the Borneo Province, and some were private soldiers raised by the nobles of the Luoxia Province outside the country. There were even branches of the bone-chewing tribe that migrated across the country. A peddler who deals with mutants.

Their footprints are all over the entire desert, and the "species diversity" in the desert is so rich.

After all, in such an up-and-down ecological environment, even if there are only two surviving communities separated by a street, it is entirely possible that they will evolve into two completely different tribes after 200 years of displacement.

It is precisely because of this complex racial situation that Lavinka Industrial Zone does not allow foreigners to live on its doorstep like Evernight Port, but adopts a more thorough racial segregation strategy than Evernight Port.

That is, the colonial people, mainly the Wilantes and immigrants from the Batoa province, lived in settlements with beautiful environments and abundant water resources, while the laborers they bought from slave owners lived in the Ravenka Industrial Zone. factory area.

After listening to Antoine's words, Fang Chang pressed his eyebrows with a slight headache.

If the local situation is as complicated as this guy said, the alliance's method may not really work here.

However, difficulties are difficult, and the work that needs to be done still needs to be done.

After clearing his thoughts, he spoke.

"I understand the basic situation... The top priority now is to restore order in the area."

Antoine said immediately.

"Please give me your orders!"

Faced with the top leaders of Ravenka Industrial Zone who were listening attentively, Fang Chang explained the management arrangements and improved some of the details based on his own judgment of the situation in the area.

"...We plan to establish an autonomous committee in the Ravenka Industrial Zone. You are the leader of the industrial zone. You will temporarily serve as the president of this committee. In terms of salary, we will refer to your original salary and pay it in silver coins."

Antoine said with a wry smile.

"I don't dare to pay...just tell me if you have any orders."

"Take what's yours, don't be polite to me. What you have to remember is to get things done and don't take things you shouldn't take."

Fang Changjun knew that free things were the most expensive, so instead of waiting for these guys to get them, he might as well take the initiative to give them to him.

After a pause, he continued.

"In addition, this money does not come from us, it comes from the Lavinka Industrial Area Development Fund."

Antoine was stunned for a moment.

“What is the Ravenka Industrial Area Development Fund?”

He has been the leader here for so long, but this is the first time he has heard of this term.

Looking at Antoine who looked confused, Fang Changyan said concisely.

“You can understand that the local budget department, public expenditures, salary payments, and future pensions are temporarily coming from here. In addition, this department is also responsible for the disposal of inventory assets in the Lavinka Industrial Zone and the allocation of production capacity transformation projects. "

After a pause, Fang Chang continued.

"There should be a lot of industrial waste lying around in your warehouses and production lines. If you can make money, sell it as soon as it is finished. If you can't make money, you can sell it as scrap metal."

Upon hearing the following words, Antoine's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Asset disposal!

The output value of Ravenka Industrial Zone accounts for one-third of the total output value of the entire Southern Army!

This is no longer a huge sum of money, it is simply a gold mine!

Dazzled by the benefits, he was about to take over the job, but he met the eyes that looked like a smile but not a smile.

For an instant, Antoine, who was holding the hands of his wife and daughter, felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, and his restless heart instantly calmed down.

He could see the space for rent-seeking in this, and the man standing in front of him could obviously see it too.

Looking at Antoine who kept his mouth shut and suppressed his unpleasant thoughts, Fang Chang nodded with satisfaction and continued.

"I will find someone else to deal with the foundation. You just need to cooperate with their work. The price of an engine is how much it costs. We will also send professionals here to help you check it. Don't take it for granted. Trash is sold."

"Yes! I will definitely do it!" Antoine quickly nodded respectfully, hearing that the alliance would arrange for professionals to come over to check, and he never dared to have any crooked thoughts again.

It is always a pleasure to talk to civilized people.

After telling the matter, Fang Chang did not embarrass Antoine and asked him to take his wife and daughter to rest first, and promised to arrange for two Vaillante soldiers to be responsible for his safety.

When the Ravenka Industrial Zone Autonomous Council completes the transition from the old regime to the new regime and clarifies various regulations and organizational structures, he will naturally arrange for the establishment of a separate financial department and reorganize a functional government agency.

As for the power vacuum period before the transition, he will separate the knife handles, pen holders and money bags from the autonomous committees to prevent them from being mixed together.

In addition to developing the foundation, he also plans to establish three departments: the Legislative Committee, the Education Committee and the Public Security Committee, and establish a law enforcement department with the Guard as the core as soon as possible, as well as full-day schools and night schools for children and adults.

This is the experience of Dawn City and the old tradition of the alliance.

As for the representative conference, we can postpone it to a later date.

After all, he had already seen the virtues of the indigenous people here just a few minutes ago. Even if they were asked to elect a representative, the one who would come out would probably be a messy person like Bosaka.

The Weiland people can be called civilized people, but it is impossible for everyone sitting on a round table to have big noses, not even a person who can play a balancing role.

Then there will be a ball meeting.

㳔Even if these big-nosed consciences find out at some point, change their past, and use the intelligence of civilized people to fool these natives in civilized clothes, it will also pave the way for future disasters.

In the warehouse, Chief Fang briefly expressed condolences to the civilians in Willant who were affected by the war, telling them that the Alliance was here to liberate them and would not rob them of their legal property, and then arranged for soldiers to send them to their respective homes. .

Anyway, these big-nosed people don't usually live with the indigenous people. It is easier for management to let them live in their own community.

After doing these things, Fang Chang went to the side of Mole and Lao Bai and exchanged his views with them.

"...The local situation is much more complicated than we imagined. I plan to transfer some people from the pioneer city. The survivors there are more familiar with the conditions in the desert and have experience in dealing with the locals."

Seeing that someone finally took over the job, Mole said quickly.

"I listen to you!"

Before coming here, he was ready to show off his talents, but now he has completely given up on this plan.

He should still do the work of fighting.

He's better at that.

When he met Fang Chang's eyes, Lao Bai said with a grin.

"Like him, I believe you can handle it."

Seeing these two guys throwing away the pot, Fang Chang said in a dumbfounded voice.

"I just want to ask your opinion. There is no point in expressing your opinion to me."

"Hahaha! What I mean by expressing my stance is... I don't know what to do," Lao Bai said with a smile, "Skydiving is more suitable for me."

Mole also nodded with deep understanding and sighed incomprehensibly.

"Damn... it's easier to have sex. I will never argue with this guy again."

Fang Chang looked at this guy helplessly.

He didn't hate Mole trying to tear him down on the forum. After all, he also had his own limitations and couldn't think everything through.

Brother Mole's actual experience may be a little weak, but there is still something to be said for it.

At this moment, Midnight Killer suddenly came up with an idea, raised his arm with the chain saw welded on, and said in an angry voice.

"By the way, I need to find some doctors for the people I rescued."

Fang Chang looked at him immediately and said.

"Isn't there a military doctor?"

Midnight Killer shook his head and said.

"No, they don't have experience...and it's not like you don't know the level of the quacks in our Corps."

Take it...

The expressions on the faces of the several corps commanders were a little subtle.

It's not that they are reluctant to spend money on logistics, the main reason is that most players play this game with the attitude of "no need to treat serious illnesses, and don't call minor injuries an injury", and there is no need for qualified medical treatment at all.

For example, the Jungle Corps itself is.

The few military doctors they have are not even serious doctors, but prosthetic doctors who have re-employed after leaving Jushi Military Industry.

Lao Bai scratched the back of his head.

"There should be one at the enterprise, right?"

The Mole coughed.

"Both the 100th Division and the 101st Division went north to block reinforcements from the Southern Army. It is unrealistic to call them back."

Lao Bai continued.

"What about the expeditionary force?"

The mole was stunned for a moment and slapped his head.

"Yes, they should have it, I'll ask."

As he spoke, he raised his index finger and pressed it to his ear, and communicated for a few minutes in the communication channel using Renlianyu.

Fang Chang was waiting for news from him, when a young Weiland girl suddenly walked over from the side.

She is very tall, about 1.8 meters tall, with long light blond hair, and is wearing a beige shirt and blue canvas pants.

Her face was filled with shock and panic, but she still raised her hands tremblingly and mustered up the courage to speak.

"Um...are you looking for a doctor?"

Hearing that voice, Fang Chang's eyes lit up and he looked at her and asked.

"Are you a doctor? What's your name?"

"Jasmine..."

The girl swallowed nervously and said quickly, "My colleagues and I can treat them... but you must ensure our safety."

"no problem."

Fang Chang snapped his fingers and looked at Brother Chicken.

"Take her there."

Midnight Killer knocked the steel breastplate with his fist, looked at the pale girl and said with a hearty smile.

"Come with me, I will keep you safe!"

When she heard that this guy was her bodyguard, the girl named Jasmine almost cried. She looked like she had just met a chainsaw killer... There was nothing wrong with her thinking that way.

No wonder she thought so, the natives who looked at her as if they were looking at goods would also think so.

From this point of view, there is nothing wrong with Fang Chang's arrangement.

In this period of war and chaos, only Brother Chicken can ensure the safety of these medical personnel who need to have frequent contact with the indigenous people...

…

With the establishment of the Autonomous Council, the unrest in the Lavinka Industrial Area finally subsided.

At that time, everyone knew in their hearts that the reason why this turmoil was calmed down so quickly was not because of any autonomous committee at all, but entirely due to the exaggerated outfit of the midnight chicken killer.

This is the basement under the floor, and the local survivors are even in a state close to primitive animals.

And these guys have also personally pushed towards the edge and the league's sociologists have demonstrated what Borneo might be like without Rowell.

At least for now, most areas in Borneo Province have successfully transitioned from the late feudal era to the primary stage of "military warfare" under the influence of the alliance.

And areas like Jingallang Port that are running ahead have already transitioned from "military affairs" to "training affairs" and are only one step away from the final "constitutional affairs".

Perhaps after this war is over, the survivors there will be able to completely remove the thousand pillars that are weighing them down.

However, the survivors in the Ravenka Industrial Zone and even the entire desert are still at a stage where they are no more powerful than the primitive people.

Facts have proved that the absence of General Lowell is no worse than the presence of General Lowell.

This means that there is a problem with a person's kidneys. Simply removing the kidneys will not solve any problem.

Normally, you have to get a new one and get rid of the bad habits in your previous life.

If the Borneo Kingdom or the Mammoth Kingdom delved into the social issues of the great desert, they might be able to accelerate their social progress.

That's their own business.

The alliance also has its own things to do. It is impossible and cannot put food into their mouths and force them to eat.

That would be counterproductive.

On the third day after the industrial zone returned to normal order, the alliance's engineering team arrived at the airport in the industrial zone on an "Overlord" transport plane.

Among them are not only engineers from Boulder City, but also professors from Camp 101 and technicians from Ideal City.

Accompanied by District Mayor Antoine, a group of people visited the industrial zone from beginning to end and became roughly familiar with several of the core production lines in the park.

For example, the Conqueror 10 tank, the 902mm train gun, as well as the shipyards for fighter jets, heavy bombers, shallow water heavy gunboats, etc...

That night, dinner time.

The alliance engineer who was sitting in the hotel run by the Weirant people was holding a tablet in his hand and looking at the photos and copied materials taken during the day, with sincere emotion written on his face.

"It's incredible..."

Fang Chang, who was dining at the same table, heard this and asked him curiously.

"Isn't it great here?"

The old engineer smiled and said.

"Then it depends on who you compare with."

Fang Chang wanted to ask how it compared with Jingallang Port, but he quickly remembered that there were mainly light factories, and the few heavy factories also served the former, so he temporarily changed his mind.

"Compared with Lida City."

"There's no comparison."

The old engineer shook his head and continued while flipping through the photos on the tablet.

"Liza City has pre-war reactors, Vault 101 and Camp 101, as well as humanoid experts in Vault 100 and engineers in Boulder City. One out of every three workers is a skilled worker who understands core technologies. Not to mention that there are now experts from colleges and enterprises. Combined with the managers’ investment in infrastructure construction regardless of cost, it will be difficult for the Lida City Industrial Zone to achieve anything.”

When he said this, the old engineer had a bit of admiration in his eyes and continued.

"There is nothing serious here, only some complex garbage mines and slaves with no educational background... Any shelter resident with a conscience will refuse to serve the legion, let alone assistance from companies and colleges. think."

"They used quantity to overcome the problem of quality. For example, for the armor steel used in Conqueror 10, they could not ensure that the temperature of the steel furnace could be constant at the standard required by the technical documents, so they kept the production line running continuously, and the production line was continuously running. A thousand pieces of steel, and then choose the one that meets the quality standards.”

"Of course, this is just an inappropriate example. The actual operation is definitely not as simple and crude as I said, but the design of the entire production line is not much different from what I said, and it can be seen everywhere in the entire industrial park. If the accuracy does not meet the requirements, then increase the production, remanufacture the inferior products, and ship the products that meet the standards... This is what I see.”

This is purely an evaluation made from the perspective of an expert and does not take any political stance.

However, Fang Chang was confused by his evaluation, and for a while he couldn't figure out whether it was a mistake or a bad thing.

This sounds like a compliment to the Velantes for their great strength, but it also sounds like they have tensed up their muscles but only managed to hold back a piece of shit.

He took a sip of the black tea on the table, thought for a moment and said.

"So is this a positive or a negative? For our capacity transformation efforts."

"It's a mixture of praise and praise," the old engineer thought for a while and said, "I just feel that the Wilante people have indeed created a miracle, although this miracle, like the tombs of ancient monarchs, was piled up with the blood and sweat of slaves regardless of cost... …By the way, if I have the chance, I would like to visit the city of Avent, which should be the end of the Southern Army’s entire supply chain system and the real essence.”

Fang Chang asked curiously.

"The production line here is not complete?"

"Some are whole, and some are not."

Watching the waiter bring the dishes, the old engineer waved his hand, as if he didn't want to talk to him.

"Forget it, don't ask. I don't have any foundation at all. I can't explain it to you clearly."

Fang Chang made a helpless expression.

He really doesn't understand these very professional things.

For a practitioner in the financial industry, sometimes a little knowledge is the most embarrassing state, and knowing too much is not helpful.

After all, if you know too much, it’s easy to run into industry with confidence and open your own factory. At least among the colleagues he knew, those who did this were lucky to get away with it, and there were very few who didn't lose all their pants.

The same is true in reverse, and the same is true for most industrialists who go to play capital operations. Most of the money they earn based on their skills will eventually be lost based on their skills.

Just when he was about to end the topic, the old engineer suddenly spoke again.

"Speaking of which, there is one more thing I can't figure out."

Fang Chang: "What's the matter?"

The old engineer said hesitantly.

"I checked their production records and inventory lists and found many inconsistencies. Although their production efficiency is very low, they should not only have this amount of output."

Fang Chang frowned slightly.

"What's the meaning."

The old engineer explained patiently.

"It means that the theoretical output value is three times higher than the actual output value! If this industrial park can exert its expected production capacity, you will never win so easily. The Southern Army can at least last three more!"

"I have to correct you, our victory was not easy."

Fang Chang coughed slightly and wanted to argue for his brothers.

But the old engineer paid no attention to him and was immersed in his own world again.

The old man rubbed his chin with his index finger, thinking to himself.

"The machines are owned, the supply chain is fine, and the management methods are worthy of criticism... but the impact will not be so great."

The more he thought about it, the less he understood it. He stretched out his hands to grab the few things left on his head, his face full of unexplainable confusion.

"...It's really weird."