Chapter 987: A Group of Greenskins Steal Technology

"Have gold bars been distributed in the village?"

"A hair witch?"

"Tara, don't persuade me to go!"

"2000 Blue Star Fund > 3000 Proxima Gold Mine!"

"The camellias in my hometown are blooming..." the white refugees murmured, excited by the prospect of being rescued, their expressions mixed with shock and joy.

Xu Cheng wiped his sweat from the heat, the sun never sets here. She looked at them and found that these refugees had many questions and kept asking them. Xu Cheng's wisdom is not enough to convince them, he can only fool them.

"How is Blue Star?" they asked.

"A lot of changes have taken place, and now there is not a single ratman left." Xu Cheng said.

"Why is the Rat Man gone?"

"They've all turned into ducks." Xu Cheng said nonsense.

"How can a mouse become a duck!"

"I can still tell a mouse from a duck! Don't lie to me!"

"Quack." Xu Cheng is a master at pretending to be confused.

The crowd in the clearing turned around, very suspicious.

They can represent the entire Xintaixizhou, including the rednecks in the south, the financial aristocrats on the east coast and the technological elites in the west. But now he is in a state of panic, like a bereaved dog.

She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that most of the refugees were half-mad from captivity and slavery, and would believe anything they said. In fact, it is a good thing that this group of people is alive, proving that human beings can survive for a long time even if they are completely defeated.

The air still smelled heavily of smoke and burnt flesh, embers left behind by fierce battles at the Greenskin Fortress.

What was even more frightening was the lingering smell of the refugees, including sweat, dirt, and corpse odor. These guys hadn't been washed for a long time, and they were all terribly dirty. Xu Cheng felt that he was whiter than these white people.

"Who runs Hometown now?" a white man asked.

"Nobody cares." Xu Cheng said, although she was also troubled, "There is neither a company nor an arbitrary boss! Everyone lives on their own."

So, the familiar planet Terra is gone forever? Confusion suddenly filled the crowd.

There is a man who does not believe that human beings can survive under such conditions.

Without a superior ruling class and a powerful business entity, human civilization should fall apart!

"Then how did you get here?" He asked, "Who sent you here? Are you being ruled without knowing it?"

Ah, here we come! The construction site really can't run without you.

"Now there is really no ruler, no currency and no company laws. People are free to live, support and manage themselves. If you don't believe it, pull it down!" Xu Cheng shrugged.

The other party frowned, trying to oppose this strange new world, but found a truth: instead of defending the company order in memory, it is better to study how to replace the teeth that have been smashed by green skins.

He sighed, and hid in the crowd like a cockroach.

People whispered to each other, even though Xu Cheng was right in front of them, and the fleet from human civilization was right above their heads, they were still shocked by the drastic changes in their hometown.

The world they are familiar with is gone, and even if they go back alive, they will face a brand new society.

"Where is my house, is it still there?"

"Where is my car?"

"What about my company?"

"Can the insurance relationship be transferred?"

"Has my bond been confiscated, return it to me!"

"Where's my seventy apartment? It's private property!"

"Has my island been confiscated too? You guys are too bad!"

"Isn't it self-inflicted when I go back now? Without the guidance of the rich, my hometown will become like a primitive jungle, and only poor ghosts beat each other!"

They were chattering, making Xu Cheng dizzy.

"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!" With a wave of Xu Cheng's hand, the force of repelling knocked them out, and many people were pushed away.

They yelled, as if being pushed more than ten meters away by an invisible forklift. Those messy questions were replaced by screams, which Xu Cheng thought was a bit more pleasant.

Xu Cheng felt relieved when the military transport vehicle landed on the open field. Finally, someone with experience came along.

"Are you okay?" 101 teleported to Xu Cheng.

"They are so annoying!" Xu Cheng shouted.

Xu Cheng had tried her best, but there were too many noisy people, and this kind of task overwhelmed her.

"Don't worry, these people will be dealt with properly." 101 waved his hand to control the situation.

Soldiers strode forward with disciplined confidence and efficiency. Their orders were clear, honed over the years, and the refugees were quickly sorted out.

Xu Cheng saw that the responsibility was handed over to someone more capable, and the tension on his shoulders suddenly eased.

"Line up in a neat line and transport them to the ship. Scan the registration ID before boarding the ship."

"Don't move around! Be honest!"

"Hurry up! Time is limited! If you don't want to be thrown here, go!"

The soldiers quickly arranged, arranged them in rough queues, and rearranged the refugees like shuffling cards.

Some still complained, or looked around confused, uneasy at the prospect.

"They only understand that the green skins kicked them, and these guys ran away from the beginning..." Xu Cheng muttered.

"These people mistakenly think that we are here to give benefits. In fact, only continuous labor can make them sober. We want to send them to be transformed. They are mining in Proxima Centauri, and they can continue digging after returning to Terra." 101 road.

"That's good." Xu Cheng gloated at these people.

Soldiers conducted brief interviews with each of them to compare against a database.

The transport ship continued to rise and fall, transporting the group of people to the mother ship looming outside the atmosphere.

The number of refugees in the open space gradually decreased. Under the neat organization, the soldiers worked smoothly and completed their duties well, so that these refugees could be properly resettled.

They had escaped punishment, but now they were taken back and became prisoners of war.

101 looked on coldly and said nothing.

"How can I be as cool as you!" Xu Cheng likes 101.

"..." 101 glanced at Xu Cheng. The words someone said back then echoed in my heart, "As long as you don't speak, that's all."

She did as she was told and said nothing.

Xu Cheng understood.

"Then I'm leaving first!" Xu Cheng ran to the green leather warehouse to see if there was anything interesting.

Xu Cheng came to the green-skinned warehouse, where robots were sorting and inspecting the technology seized from the green-skinned barbarian tribe.

She observed various strange devices and began to understand - these devices imitated human technology, but were transformed into new things by the whims of the greenskins, and their ideas were often successful!

Everything becomes bigger, big guns, big batteries, big motorcycles, machetes...

Xu Cheng noticed that the warehouse should be on top of the ruins of the old base. The greenskins seemed to have started learning technology from this base. It was located in the center of the Blood Ax Clan.

She guessed that the greenskins might have only been in the Stone Age or the Iron Age until the fleeing lighthouse core people crossed over, accidentally opened the base, wandered outside, and attracted an onslaught from the "Green Tide."

When the greenskins entered the base, it was like they had obtained a huge treasure house, so they kept learning, growing, evolving, and building. Today, they are actually quite impressive!

She fiddled with a green electric fan she picked up, turned on the switch, and immediately heard the buzzing of the damaged engine and the rattling of inferior parts, staggering into a rough and sharp chorus.

The fan blades don't move at all, the shaft connected to the motor is wrong, and the main thing that rotates the fan is its handle!

Xu Cheng quickly threw it away and watched it spinning 720 degrees repeatedly on the ground and making irregular movements. It seems that the Green Skin's standard for this technology is "as long as it can be converted."

It stinks here! Xu Cheng waved his hand.

The air smells of rusty parts and dangerous chemicals, perhaps a by-product of the green tech guys misusing their technology, or maybe they're using the toilet here. Each device emits a unique smell, from the pungent smell of overheated rubber to the stench of unstable compounds.

Green leather technology embodies the most clever imitation and the most clumsy patchwork. Xu Cheng picked up a few gadgets and saw exposed wires, unbalanced antennas, and crooked components. There was no standard at all.

It seems that no one in the tribe drives screws on the assembly line. All the technicians are rough craftsmen. Everything is done by hand. The products are easily overheated or damaged, killing countless farts.

They have the ability to imitate human engineering, but lack the most basic rational consciousness and are a hopeless race.

But they are real geniuses. When they were just in the tribal era, they were already able to imitate the technology of interstellar civilizations!

Xu Cheng didn't understand how the green skin did it.

Xu Cheng saw something similar to a Rubik's Cube on the shelf. She picked up the boxy device and turned it over in her hands.

Her brain struggled to understand its construction, a jumble of parts crudely welded together, its purpose incomprehensible.

By looking at the exposed wires and dents on the casing, Xu Cheng suspected it was a mix of a medical scanner, an energy weapon and a children's toy.

Abused knowledge!

Xu Cheng put it back on the shelf. Such a green-skinned civilization is probably a very scary civilization in the Star Sea!

In the beginning, it was just a self-developed stone and iron civilization, but once it picked up technological artifacts, the potential of the entire race would fully explode.

They will find anything that looks advanced enough, and combine these fragments into something new through repeated trials. The combination of genius and stupidity is just right, and within a few years it iterates to something close to the target civilization. This is probably the terrifying thing about the green-skinned barbarians. At!

Xu Cheng has human technology, which is her proud capital.

Locator! start up!

She turned on the locator in her pocket to see where Bubble had gone, and suddenly discovered that Bubble's signal was already on the ground, just outside the spreading greenskin settlement.

What are you doing here?

Xu Cheng hurried through the crumbling iron shack. The greenskins were already running to death. The human troops were reinforcing the defense line to prevent the greenskin barbarians from counterattacking.

Xu Cheng didn't care. He just took the locator and looked around, looking for bubbles.

The Blood Ax clan's tribe was in a mess, and there were strange smells floating in the air. Most of them were pungent chemicals, the other half was the smell of excrement, and there was also the irritating smell released after energy ammunition burned and evaporated.

Xu Cheng shuttled between the filthy tribal buildings. The green skins were not hygienic. This place was uglier than the worst slum she had ever seen.

Xu Cheng found Bubble wandering blankly near a crumbling green-skin totem. The symbols and marks carved on the surface of the totem were difficult to understand, but they hinted at some ritual meaning.

"Disgusting!" Xu Cheng saw that the totem of the greenskin tribe seemed to be made of daddy and teeth. If Bubble touched it, it would be unclean.

"..." Bubbles seemed to be fascinated by this relic, and stretched out his fingers to try to touch the wear and tear marks on the surface of the totem.

Xu Cheng hurried over, grabbed Paopao's arm, and eagerly pulled her away from the totem.

"What are you doing here? It's too dangerous to go alone!" Xu Cheng shouted.

Bubble turned around with a distant expression, as if waking up from a dream.

"Aren't you curious? The belief of the Greenskins?" Bubbles asked.

"Could it be two super-big and super-green old greenskins who fight back and forth all day? I don't know!" Xu Cheng said.

"It's the 'Youth people'. To them, they are probably the creator and the ancient god." Bubble murmured.

"Youth people? Those space-time bugs? Why do they make green skins? I just saw them in the warehouse. They can steal technology, which is very dangerous." Xu Cheng said.

"Maybe they were created not to steal human technology, but to reproduce the technology of the Yoth people." Bubble looked at the notch on the totem.