Chapter 718 Water! (1/2)

[Starting today, the submarine freshwater pipeline is officially open to water, and the water tank on the island has been refilled. According to the water supply agreement signed between the Roundabout Governor's Office and the Potato Port City Hall, the import price of fresh water is only 0.8 silver coins per mi! The price of domestic and industrial water on the round island will return to what it was before the destruction of the Ocean Current Power Station, and there will no longer be a monthly water limit. 】

["Survivor Daily" Baiyue Strait Branch reports for you! 】

Recently, the "Daily Survivor" also opened a branch in Friesport. Although the newspaper office is not big, it only has a small wooden house of 20 to 30 square meters.

The president is a Yue Clan girl named Misa, who was a teacher before the Xilan Dynasty launched a purge against the Yue Clan people.

After learning about the "Daily Survivor", she decided to open a branch in Friesport to report local interesting news and enhance cultural exchanges among people of all ethnic groups, while also helping her fellow Yue people improve their literacy rate.

Some things do not necessarily have to wait until the literacy rate increases. On the contrary, it is precisely because of doing this that people will be more motivated to take the initiative to learn knowledge.

As for the admission principle of "Survivor Daily", it is also quite loose. As long as you swear to speak from the standpoint of all survivors, you can be recognized by other branches and the Dawn City headquarters. There is no need to poke a rubber stamp personally taught by the administrator. The seal is considered "orthodox".

Of course, if one day a certain branch no longer stands on the side of survivors, Dawn City Headquarters and other branches will issue another statement to expel it from the team, and will no longer reprint or quote any news from that newspaper. , and this can also be regarded as an exit mechanism.

If it is for profit or publicity, this management and exit mechanism is of course problematic, but in the words of the managers, the alliance is not the only newspaper.

If one day all the "Survivors" quit, or only the one in Dawn City is left, it means that its historical mission is over, and it is time to retire in a museum, and people at that time will naturally find new ones. something to keep going in its place.

Since there are no paper mills and printing plants in Friesport, the "Survivor Daily Baiyue Strait Branch" is still produced by the printing plant on the ring island for the time being. Some fishermen, sailors, and dockworkers who often travel between Chip Harbor and the round island occasionally bring newspapers from the shore back to the island.

Therefore, even if the "Daily Survivor" is not sold on the roundabout, the shadow of the newspaper can still be seen on the pier.

"0.8 silver coins?! Damn it, they sold us 1 silver coin!"

Looking at the newspaper in his hand that seemed to be able to squeeze out water, the repairman standing on the dock widened his eyes and couldn't help but curse.

Because they often go ashore, the residents of the round island are no strangers to silver coins, and they can easily convert the latter into money in their pockets.

"After all, people who operate water tanks and faucets have to make a little money," the middle-aged man squatting next to him said with a grin, "Do you expect them to work in the northwest wind?"

"I'm not saying they can't make money, the problem is that it's too easy to make money!" The repairman shook his head, closed the newspaper in his hand, and stuffed it back where he picked it up.

It's almost time to go to work.

Recently, there have been a sudden increase in orders from Chip Port and Golden Gallon Port, and the factories and ports on the roundabout have become busy again.

In order to improve the efficiency of loading and unloading, the Port Office even loaded back the gantry cranes that were almost rusting in the warehouse, and sent some of the boys who were moving boxes on the dock away, so that they could go back to work in the factory. .

And they, the old skilled workers who had lost their jobs along with the large ocean current power station, finally had work to do again.

To be honest, if there were no more capable positions for them on the circular island, they would all plan to try their luck at the French Fries Port.

I heard that they are also upgrading port automation there, and the salary is not low. The only risk is safety.

The middle-aged man squatting next to him smiled, threw the towel on his shoulder, and stood up together with the repairman.

"Anyway, even for 1 silver coin, it's much cheaper than before! And there's no limit on water consumption... The days of bathing once a day are finally back."

This is the tropics.

One day without a shower is enough to kill you, especially if you work at the dock.

Not long after the two middle-aged men left, a group of idle young men also wandered here from the settlement, and happened to squat in the spot where they had squatted before.

Not everyone has found a job in the factory. Although they are no longer needed at the dock, they still come here habitually.

After all, many of their friends still work here, and occasionally some interesting ships pass by here.

Anyway, they are not in a hurry to make ends meet as they receive relief funds. They will just be in a daze wherever they go, so it is better to find an interesting place.

"Hey! There's something here!"

A sharp-eyed young man quickly discovered the stack of newspapers stuffed under the ladder, pulled it out, unfolded it, and shouted to his companions in a showy manner.

"Look what I found! The newspapers the sailors brought back!"

Hearing this shout of surprise, the young men who had just squatted against the shadow immediately stood up and gathered around with interest.

"The latest issue of the Survivor's Daily, the newspaper from Friesport! Let me see what it says... Good guy, the undersea freshwater pipeline is officially open to water!"

"real or fake?!"

"No wonder my mother said yesterday that the water bill has been reduced...it took a long time to do this!"

"Hey, I knew it yesterday."

"I heard that the pipeline will pass through the minefield... won't it affect the ongoing war?"

"War? If you didn't tell me, I would have almost forgotten about it."

"This war has been going on for so long, and I haven't seen anyone from the 70 shelter."

A group of young men gathered in front of the newspaper and talked about the news in the newspaper. The topic quickly changed from the submarine pipeline that had just been opened to water to the bar advertisement on the third page of the newspaper.

There are the densest color illustrations in the entire newspaper. Although it is not particularly exciting, it has a fatal attraction for these young men who are in the turbulent age, just like the old guys' tobacco and alcohol.

But not everyone is interested in those useless advertising illustrations. For example, Suni sitting here is thinking about other things.

A few months ago, he was producing canned herrings at the cannery on the roundabout. Later, a series of things happened. The canning production line and the automated loading and unloading equipment at the port were forced to shut down. He went to the port to do odd jobs at the call of the Governor's Office.

Now that trade on the roundabout has resumed, the port's automated equipment and factory production lines are no longer loss-making goods, and the Governor's Office hopes they can return to work in the factory.

He always felt like a convenient and easy-to-use machine, being led around by the nose.

It's not pretentious.

The age of seventeen or eighteen is the age when you like to think wildly. If you don't waste your time on beautiful girls, you can only think about "where you come from and where you are going."

When he read the news about the completion of the submarine freshwater pipeline in the newspaper, he suddenly felt a lot of emotion in his heart. This was especially true when he learned that the survivors of Coral City had participated in the design of this pipeline.

so good.

While the people on the roundabout were still busy with the confused war and being led by the nose because of inexplicable things, the most unlucky guys had already come out of the disaster a few months ago, and Started a new life.

He also wants to live a meaningful life...

Finally making up his mind, he suddenly raised his head without warning, looked at the guys gathered in front of the newspaper and said.

"I want to go to Golden Gallen Harbor."

The young men chatting about the news fell silent, and for a while the only sound left on the pier was the cooing of seagulls.

A little fat man with a sunburned face stared at him for a long time, confirming that the expression was not a joke, and his round eyes suddenly widened.

"What's wrong with you?!"

Golden Gallen Harbor? !

The difference between that place and the French fries port next to them is not just a few words, but another continent separated by more than 2,000 kilometers!

A wasteland that looks more like a wasteland than the Far East Province!

There is neither unemployment benefits nor insurance, and even the most basic life safety cannot be guaranteed. The oldest and most primitive slavery in the history of human civilization is still practiced.

In that kind of ghost place, killing a person is as common as killing a fish.

The exclamation broke the silence at the scene. Seeing his friends looking at him like a madman, Suni quickly explained.

"Wait, don't be so quick to laugh at me...do you remember that ship from before?"

A young man with freckles on his face and a muscular body was stunned for a moment.

“You mean those thighs—wait, aren’t they in Chip Harbor?”

A few months ago, when the cargo ship from Golden Gallen Port docked at the port, the graceful figures on the deck lived in the dreams of many adolescent boys at night.

They were sitting on the dock drinking beers, even sitting in the same spot.

As soon as they heard "that ship", everyone immediately understood which ship this guy was talking about.

"But there are more big ones in Golden Gallen Harbor--well, I mean, huge changes are happening in the entire wasteland. People outside are moving for a better life, but I am spending time here. !" Suni coughed hard and looked at his friends with a serious face, "Don't you think this is a waste?"

Everyone exchanged blank glances and then turned to look at him, becoming more convinced that there was something wrong with this guy's head.

"What's wrong?"

"It's actually not bad to watch their jokes here."

"I agree," the little fat man with a tanned face also nodded, "Just take a look at what's going on in the wasteland. If you really go there... I'm afraid I'll be stewed into soup."

"I can't explain it to you," Suni sighed feebly and looked in the direction of the port with abandon, "I learned so much knowledge not to move boxes at the port or to put cans on the assembly line. "Those jobs can obviously be done by machines... To be honest, I'm not actually needed here, but I feel like I might be needed there."

The companions looked at each other and seemed to understand this time.

Good guy.

After doing this for a long time, this kid wanted to pretend to be a master among the natives in the wasteland.

By the way, I cheated on a few more beautiful girls.

"Then...what job do you want to do?"

Still wanting to persuade this whimsical guy, the freckled face stared into his eyes seriously, but he didn't expect that this guy had even thought about what he would do after going there.

"Teacher." Without avoiding the questioning gaze, Suni replied without hesitation.

Everyone was surprised again when they heard this.

"teacher?!"

“What can you teach them?”

"You can't even find a job yourself!"

"Language, arithmetic, even physics and chemistry, everything taught in school," Suni counted on his fingers and looked at everyone and said, "Knowledge that is not used in the factory may be used there. I heard that there are many people there. They haven't even learned how to cook with fire, not to mention that it was written in the newspaper before that teachers are needed there, and as long as they can read, the alliance... As for those friends on the north side of the strait, they plan to set up a literacy school in Golden Gallen Port. It’s better to pay with silver coins! It’s one or two thousand a month!”

Everyone looked at each other, not expecting that he had been planning for so long and even knew the salary of working there.

Knowing that his friend was serious, the freckled face didn't say anything more, but just reached out and shook his shoulder.

"I won't advise you to give up this idea again, but it is a wasteland. You must think clearly before getting on the ship."

Seeing that someone finally understood him, Suni breathed a sigh of relief and said with a relaxed smile.

"I will discuss it with my family."

While he was talking, a whistle sounded from the direction of the port, and a huge cargo ship was slowly approaching towards the dock.

The young men sitting on the steps subconsciously raised their heads and looked over there, with expressions of surprise on their faces.

"Rourouhao?"

"Those people are back?"

Also looking in the direction of the dock, Suni's eyes suddenly brightened, and his dark eyes were filled with glow.

What a coincidence.

Just when he made up his mind to set foot on the wasteland, the sea breeze that brought dreams blew into this lonely port again.

Maybe this is God's will...

…

"Welcome! Friends from Friesport! Friends from the Alliance!"

The wharf of the roundabout harbor.

Governor Channing, surrounded by a line of soldiers wearing exoskeletons, walked up to the midnight chicken killer with a smile on his face.

But after seeing the appearance of the commander of the Jungle Corps, the smile on his face was somewhat unbearable.

I saw that this guy was covered in prosthetic bodies. Not only was a huge chain saw and gun barrel welded to his arms, but his entire body was replaced with steel.

Others wear exoskeletons on their bodies, but this guy seems to have moved his head to a new home.

Is it true that with so many prosthetics, my brain won’t be damaged?

Not knowing what the NPC in front of him was thinking, Midnight Killer smiled honestly and extended his right hand to the Governor.

"I'm glad to have more in-depth cooperation with you! Our manager asked me to say hello to you on his behalf!"

After holding his hand and shaking it, Channing quickly let go of his hand and continued with a bright smile on his face.

"We are the same, we are very happy to cooperate with you! Also, please allow me to take back what I said before... I didn't expect you to really be able to gain a foothold on that incredible land. We have made many attempts over the past century and failed. ”

This is what he thinks.

If two months ago he was more concerned and worried about the arrival of the alliance, then now he can only say that it is really good.

That water supply agreement brought far more than just hundreds or tens of millions of fresh water to the circular island. The currency swap clause included in the agreement allowed nearly half of the factories on the island that had been shut down due to the war to restart operation. Get up!

Especially recently, both Fries Port and Golden Gallon Port have been undergoing infrastructure construction, and a huge market is opening up to all allies of the alliance.

The profits earned from exporting industrial products and equipment not only solved the financial pressure on the roundabout authorities caused by unemployment subsidies and war taxes, but also allowed the subsidized coal-fired power plants to turn a profit because the coal mines priced in silver coins were cheaper!

It would be better if the blue jackets on shore could solve the power problem together.

Of course, he had already negotiated this matter with the CEO of Baiyue Company before.

Soon a submarine high-voltage cable will climb to the island along with the water pipe. Then they can shut down the coal power plant and use silver coins to do more things.

As for the Tianting and the nest on the bottom of the sea, although it would be best if they can be solved, but even if they cannot be solved, life will continue as usual.

Moreover, the River Valley Province has already had successful cases of solving the nest problem.

They didn't have to use the Torch Church method...

…

After shaking hands with Governor Channing, Midnight Killer followed him to the square where the port connected with the terminal.

There is a fountain carved from marble, and a hammer symbolizing order stands in the center of the fountain.

The statue of this fountain was completed in Dawn City, sent to Fries Port by cargo airship, and then transferred here by cargo ship.

As a blessing for the opening of the submarine aqueduct and as a symbol of friendship, the Alliance presented this "ever-ending fountain" to the local survivors.

The fountain is connected to the submarine fresh water pipeline. As long as the fresh water from Chips Harbor is still sent to the island, the water in the fountain will not dry up.

At the same time that the two of them boarded the port, the two hundred players belonging to the jungle corps gathered on the deck also followed the two of them and set foot on the port of the round island.

The armored "K10" iron wall exoskeletons exude a blood-curdling light in the sun, just like the blazing sun walking on land.

The port was crowded with onlookers, and the windows of the densely packed lattice buildings along the island's shores were also opened.

Both young men and women, old men and children, all cast curious glances at the neatly moved and well-equipped troops.

Even some operators sitting in the crane operating console stopped what they were doing and looked over there.

This was the first time they had seen an army on land, and also the first time they had seen such thickly armored and numerous combat exoskeletons.

Although the federal navy is also equipped with exoskeletons, most of them are for underwater operations, and only a few sailors are equipped with combat exoskeletons with bulletproof inserts.

And even the kind of combat exoskeleton designed for close-range firefights is still as small as a toothpick when placed in front of this walking tank.

The scratches printed on the paint are like medals. These ruthless men are real warriors who have come down from the battlefield, and have experienced countless battlefields!

A pair of eyes couldn't help but have a little admiration and admiration. After all, the direction these people were walking in was the place where they had escaped.

However, even though they have enough capital to show off, these "iron men" do not show off their power with great fanfare.

They didn't even bring weapons, nor did they make deafening footsteps. They just walked forward neatly, wearing the alliance's emblem and jungle-colored paint.

Compared with the solemn feeling, the survivors standing on the port and watching felt more of safety and reliability.

No one doubts that they came with peaceful purposes!

The players of the Jungle Corps stopped at the entrance of the pier and stood in a row in front of the fountain without moving forward.

It was not just the residents of the ring island who were watching this army. Chanin was also looking at this tiger and wolf army armed with steel to the teeth, and secretly admired it in his heart.

No wonder that empire was no match for them.

I'm afraid these people didn't even use their full strength when they fought back.

but--

Channing's eyes fell on the "shabby" cargo ship behind the soldiers, and he couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.

Pity.

Although their power on land is strong, their power at sea is still a shortcoming and is obviously not enough to compete with the navy of the Southern Islands Federation.

The reason for making such a comparison is not that he has any bad intentions or that he wants to separate the families with the folks here. He just thinks that it would be nice if this big tree could be taller and stronger.

In that case, the strategic value of the roundabout within the federation will also be higher.

I'm just afraid that these people are a potential threat to the Federation, but the threat is not that big...

However, although Channing felt a little disappointed, he did not show that trivial problem on his face.

He is an easily contented person.

Overall, he was very satisfied with this ally.

As the Jungle Corps landed, the band on the shore played welcoming music, and the ceremony entered a critical stage.

Looking at the leader of the Alliance Corps standing next to him, Channing performed standard federal etiquette with a smile on his face and said solemnly.

"May our friendship last forever!"

Midnight Shaji also put his right fist against his chest and said in a loud voice.

"May our friendship last forever!"

Witnessing this historic moment, the crowd surrounding the port burst into warm applause, whistles, and excited cheers.

The staff on the square threw the prepared ribbons and fireworks into the air, and the music played by the band pushed the atmosphere to a climax.

There was an atmosphere of joy and celebration in the port, as lively as if it were a festival.

At the same time, the war hammer standing on the fountain sprayed out water, and a looming rainbow fell together with the dripping water drops.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the rainbow, and excitement and anticipation shone on every face.

The days of water shortage are finally over!

And tomorrow will be better!

Channing and a group of port officials also clapped with smiles on their faces, and all the concerns and worries in their hearts fell away with the spray of water.

However, at this moment, a piercing alarm suddenly sounded over the port.

The festive atmosphere and music stopped suddenly like a punctured balloon. The band's players and drummers stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of the siren in astonishment.

The same goes for the survivors surrounding the port. Their faces showed panic and confusion. They were crowded and looking around, not knowing what was going on.

Generally speaking, the alarm will only be triggered when ships in Shelter 70 attack fishing boats, cargo ships or underwater facilities in nearby waters.

But this is a round island located on the edge of the southern sea. Except for special circumstances such as exercises, the alarm here has not sounded for a long time.

So much so that without consciously thinking about it, most people forget that they are still at war.

Governor Channing was equally confused, looking blankly in the direction where the alarm sounded, not sure what the situation was.

While everyone was panicking, only the players standing next to the fountain showed eager expressions.

Good guy.

Is this a job? !

It's been a while since this plot CG was released. Don't wait for the promotional PV of the new map to be released. Newbies and cloud players who were confused about the situation thought they were NPCs.

All the players were eager to get back on the deck and pick up their weapons.

They can't wait to show their skills to these guys who have never seen the world before!

At this time, a staff member from the port office ran over and hurriedly whispered a few words into Channing's ear.

Channing was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed instantly, he looked at the leader of the Alliance Corps standing aside, and said in a serious tone.

"Our patrol team patrolling the sea near the minefield detected an explosion signal... The water seems to be an area where the water pipeline passes through."

After a pause, he continued.

"We suspect that ships from Vault 70 may have attacked that location."

While he was speaking, he couldn't help but glance at the fountain, but saw that the spray of water showed no sign of stopping.

The water continued to flow out, seemingly unaffected.

Looking at Governor Channing who looked as nervous as if he was facing a formidable enemy, Midnight Killer said with a hearty smile.

"Don't be nervous, it's a small problem."

Channing was stunned for a moment, suspecting that he heard wrongly, and couldn't help but ask again.

"piece of cake?"

Midnight Killer nodded and explained with a simple smile.

"We anticipated that this situation might arise two months ago. Maybe the problem will be solved now that you are making such a fuss."

After a pause, he looked at the stunned staff on the side, quietly pointed in the direction of the band, and continued in a low voice.

"Can you please turn off the alarm and let them continue playing..."

"We're recording a video."

Channing: "...?"

staff member:"???"