Chapter 734: The "Open" Empire and the "Fan" Of the Ideal City (1/2)

"All the potatoes are gone."

"!!"

"sad."

"Damn business."

"Ideal city, a loser."

“The barbecue rice is good, recommended.”

"Taste it."

"..."

"It's really good."

"good!"

"really not bad."

"satisfy."

"!!!"

…

The entrance to the cafeteria.

A group of soldiers from the 100th Mountain Division were dumbfounded as they looked at the Alphas who were busy working.

"Good guy, three bowls for one person?!"

"Are these guys all pigs?!"

Seeing these guys devouring their food, a young man couldn't help but swallow.

"Why does this smell so good?"

While he was still hesitating, a group of young men next to him had already eagerly moved forward.

"Make a bowl and try it..."

"I'll have a bowl too."

"Wait for me!"

Before long, a long line formed in front of the food.

People from the Free State and other settlements saw the people from Ideal City lining up there and followed behind to join in the fun.

As we all know, the food in Ideal City is the best, and the food that makes the residents of Ideal City queue up is also delicious in the world.

No matter how many dishes the cafeteria prepares in advance, it can't accommodate tens of thousands of people gathering together to order just a few dishes.

Just like that, following an inexplicable trend, everyone finished up a large plate of barbecue in a short time.

Those who got the rice ate with gusto, while the rest were swallowing their saliva.

A group of people just waited.

Some people who couldn't wait ordered something else to fill their stomachs, and found that the taste was surprisingly good, so they were looking forward to the signature dish that was available in seconds.

Today’s victim is the cumin-flavored bulgogi bibimbap.

But surprisingly, it is not the barbecue that is out of stock, but the barbecue sauce and cumin for bibimbap...

…

"Eat, eat, eat, you losers know how to eat all day long! What else will you do besides eating!"

In the open space outside the military base, a line of depressed and disgraced soldiers stood.

Several rat tribe members wanted to speak but did not dare, so they could only hold their heads in silence.

Everything the officer said is right.

They themselves feel that they are not material for war, so just scold them.

But the problem is that they didn’t eat either!

The meal cards of the rice cooks in Ideal City are 3,000 silver coins, while their meal cards are only 100 silver coins.

The reason why there is 100 is because there is a minimum recharge threshold for opening a card, and you cannot get it below this number.

Thank God for this threshold otherwise they would have no doubt that General Babita would not even give them 100 silver coins.

There is no red soil to eat here, and there is not even a village to rob. The grooms who sell goods on horses seem to be more capable than them...

Seeing how hopeless these guys were, General Babita was so angry that he wanted to pull off the belt attached to his belly and whip them twice.

These people are all under the command of Commander Modric, the same guys who escaped from the position yesterday.

But what made him angry was not entirely the cowardice of these guys that killed Captain Modric, but another thing that happened yesterday.

At that time, he was dining in the canteen of the military camp, and happened to see the army's airship commander, General Liam.

Based on the position that both parties were allies, he immediately came over with a plate. He wanted to say hello with a smile, but he was scolded before he even sat down.

"It's so fucking useless. Is that what that idiot McClun taught you? What a shame! It's better not to do it! I can kill more with one cannon than you can kill in half an hour! Bah, It hasn’t lasted half an hour, it’s not as good as my clones!”

The guy's voice was unusually loud, and the whole cafeteria could hear him.

Inexplicably taking the blame, Babita's face turned blue and white.

Although this guy was scolding McClun, he still felt aggrieved in his heart.

I didn't even blame this guy, he threw the cannonball on the head of Commander Modric before he could retreat.

However, the Wilantes were His Majesty's friends. In the end, he did not dare to talk back. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he walked away dejectedly with the plate in hand.

no way.

When he was angry outside, he could only take out his anger on his own people.

After roaring for a long time, General Babita took a few breaths, unscrewed the bottle cap, took a drink of water, and cursed a few more times.

"...What a bunch of trash! Rats are indeed rats. It's unrealistic to expect you to win the battle. You might as well plant something here to save some food!"

As he spoke, he waved his index finger, shook his head and turned away.

The officer standing nearby saw this and quickly stepped forward, took his place, stood in front of the group of rat soldiers, and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Starting from today! I am your commander Kumar! Since you are not good at being soldiers, then return the guns to His Majesty and go farm! This wasteland under your feet is your mission. I need you to turn this wasteland Dig out the land and plant cabbage and potatoes here! This is your last chance to prove that you are still useful!"

Hearing this, hundreds of soldiers looked at each other in confusion, exchanging confused glances, and were at a loss for a moment.

Farming?

Are you kidding me?

They came to fight, not to be farmers.

However, Babita obviously wasn't joking with them. She walked to a rented truck and waved.

A dozen soldiers following him immediately jumped on the truck and dragged down the bundles of sacks containing hoes and shovels. After a while, they piled up into a hill on the ground.

This guy was obviously prepared and even bought tools for digging the ground.

But looking at the old look, it's probably a second-hand item that was discarded from some settlement.

The captain named Macul pointed to the shovels and shovels on the ground and roared with great force.

"Everyone has three acres of land! Give me at least half an acre today!"

"When do you finish your work! When do you go to eat!"

…

Under the captain's scolding, a group of malnourished soldiers could only bite the bullet and start working with hoes.

Most of them come from western Borneo.

The land was filled with noble manors and farms, and the people living there were either slaves or serfs. Even the few freedmen went to work on the plantations of the nobles.

It is precisely because of this that farming is not a difficult job for them. It is just a matter of experience and lack of experience.

Several Death Corps players looked at it from a distance, all with strange expressions on their faces.

"...Good guy, is this empire's expeditionary force ready?"

Just lost one game and that’s it.

Not so much...

Looking at the construction site boy and Brick with surprised expressions on their faces, he touched his chin with big eyes in deep thought and spoke after a moment.

"I think this is not a good thing."

The boy and Zhuan at the construction site looked at him blankly.

"Why?"

Liability gave him a meaningful look with his big eyes.

"If you are on the front line now, and behind you are these guys, do you think it is better to have them or not to have them?"

The boy at the construction site thought for a while with Brick, and then suddenly exclaimed "fuck".

It seems to make sense!

He would rather face the mutants alone than with a bunch of unreliable guys standing behind him.

Just as the two were talking, a familiar strange laugh came from behind.

"Haha, I knew this would happen! So I have solved this problem for you!"

Hearing this sound, the two of them looked back and saw that it was Brother Mosquito.

"mosquito?!"

"Aren't you on the southern front? Why are you here?"

Hooking his arms around the shoulders of the two men and patting them, Mosquito looked up at the imperial soldiers wielding hoes and said with a smile.

"I'm just wandering around...hehe, I'm here to expand my business, answer the call of the manager, make some extra money or something."

The latter is the point.

It would be good if an average player could fully exploit the benefits of one line, but a high-level player like him would naturally not be satisfied with the benefits of one line.

The boy at the construction site and Brick: "Good guy, haven't you made enough money from that little Thunder Plane?"

Mosquito waved his hand and sighed.

"That one doesn't make much money... Damn it, those design institutes that do reverse engineering have made most of it, and we only make a fraction of it."

Seeing how this guy was in need of a beating, the debt-ridden guy couldn't help but complain.

"Be content with yourself. What else have you done besides coming up with ideas?"

Mosquito rolled his eyes: "Do you want to set up a factory for free? Do you think the production lines fall from the sky? There are also ruined ones. The successful ones are called Thunder, and the unsuccessful ones don't even have official numbers."

In order to make that vertical take-off and landing plasma engine fighter, his brother Luo Yu fell to his death countless times.

That's really miserable.

However, he just complained about how little he earned, not really complaining.

After all, if it were an unprofitable transaction, he wouldn't do it, and he wouldn't do it at most just to spend money on it.

Moreover, only when the scientific expedition team makes money can they pay money to the players who are doing the task of recovering the relics, and can they unlock more technologies and form a virtuous industry-research cycle.

The young man at the construction site said to Brick: "No more nonsense, tell me what kind of business you are eyeing."

The debtor Daeyes who came back to his senses also asked curiously: "Yes, I almost forgot because you interrupted me. What problem did you just say you helped us solve? What was it?"

Mosquito squinted his eyes, smiled, pointed at the truck in the distance and said.

"That's what I sold to them."

When the two heard this, they were immediately shocked.

"What the hell?!"

"You are ruining military discipline!"

"What do you mean by ruining military discipline? Does that mean thing deserve to be called an army? It can't even defeat the goblins!" Mosquito rolled his eyes, "I'll tie them up here, and you can have fun secretly."

Big Eyes and the construction site guy exchanged glances with strange expressions, thinking that it seemed to make sense.

Although it's a bit unreasonable.

The boy at the construction site and Bian said with some emotion: "But Babita really dares to buy it..."

Mosquito said with a smile.

"What are you afraid of buying? I didn't sell them broken ones, just some old things."

And this is the first train, just for the deserters to use first. The train behind is still carrying thousands of items!

This thing is sold by the pound in Dawn City, and it is as obsolete as the sewing machine.

Looking at the two people who looked surprised, Mosquito continued.

"I did some calculations with that guy. This war will last for at least a few months, and the food expenses will not be small. In this kind of land, the output per acre in a season is at least 700 to 800 silver coins, right? One person reclaims three acres, and 20,000 people can at least reclaim 60,000 acres of land, which must be worth tens of millions of silver coins! Is it a loss to spend hundreds of thousands of silver coins to buy some shovels? It's a great profit, okay!"

Sixty thousand acres is 40 square kilometers, a 5×8 kilometer piece of land.

The entire Weifu City is an uninhabited area, with tens of thousands of square kilometers uninhabited. It is not easy to find a piece of arable land along the upper reaches of the Wei River.

Only the work of reclaiming land is a little difficult. At that time, we can sell a dozen earth-moving trucks and tractors for plowing land to these guys.

If they need it.

But the two people standing in front of him are concerned about another thing.

"The income per acre in a season is so much? What a joke!"

The young man and the brick on the construction site widened their eyes, and the debt-ridden big eyes were the same, with an expression of disbelief on their faces.

"Ahem, ignoring fertilizers, pesticides and seeds, there are actually so many, maybe even more! I remember that the Alliance's subsidies for agriculture are basically in these three, but that's not the point." Mosquito chuckled and continued. "The point is that when they have reclaimed the land and are ready to start planting, I can sell these three to them, and then I can make a fortune!" As an export product, there is naturally no subsidy. But he will not increase the price too much, and even sell it to them at a price slightly cheaper than the market. After all, they are not fools, and they don't have to buy from him. If it's too expensive, they can buy from others. The construction site boy and the brick obviously thought of this, rubbing their chins and muttering. "Fertilizers, seeds and pesticides for tens of thousands of acres of land... Damn, that must be millions of silver coins, right?" "Millions? The profit is about the same." Mosquito chuckled and continued slowly. "It's not over yet. When the crops in the field grow up, they have to find someone to sell them, right?" Debt Big Eyes was stunned for a moment. "Can't we sell it to the canteen?"

Mosquito looked at him like an idiot.

"How is that possible! That's the canteen of the military base, not the store at your doorstep! They have their own supply chain. I'm afraid the contract was signed before the seeds were sown. How could they buy something that was planted temporarily?"

When he said this, a dagger gradually appeared on his face.

"I bet these idiots will not be able to sell it! Then I will give them a discount and take it away... Believe it or not, this kind of artificially cultivated "organic crops" may be cheaper than the mass-produced goods imported from Luoxia Province."

In fact, in this way, General Babita can also make a little money.

After all, its labor cost is about 0, which makes the rat people suffer.

But it's not completely hard. Working in the rear is much better than grinding meat on the front line.

According to the post updated by Sisi on the official website, except for the central army directly under the province and several armies built by the Weilants, the local troops controlled by the nobles all implemented feudal supply methods.

That is, the emperor paid money and the generals spent money.

Including the purchase of logistical materials and the payment of military pay, etc., all were handled by the latter.

Although the empire's expeditionary force had received training from the legion, it was too far away from the empire's logistics system after all, and the "infrastructure accessibility" of the production facilities was too low, and it could not even be transported to Silver Moon Bay, so the old method of direct payment was still used.

Mosquito had fully understood this point, otherwise he would not have taken a different approach to this fat sheep that seemed to have no oil but was actually fat when everyone was staring at the three companies of enterprises, legions, and colleges.

Both of them stared at him with wide eyes.

Good guy. What a professional...

"This dogecoin is too bad!" Debtor Big Eyes couldn't help but sigh, "Hang it on the street lamp!"

"How can you talk like that?" Mosquito rolled his eyes at this guy, "If I don't spend money for them, won't they just put the money in their pockets and take it back? Is that appropriate!"

The construction site boy and brick didn't want to listen, but just sighed like Big Eyes.

"It's so bad!"

Mosquito: "...x-on:#% # !"

At this moment, neither the rat soldiers who were busy swinging hoes nor the players who were watching the fun noticed that several soldiers from the Free States in the distance were also curiously looking at this side, whispering to each other.

On the apron in the distance, four more killer whale transport planes landed with azure arcs of light.

A group of strong men carrying large and small bags walked out of the cabin with their heads held high.

They all wore exoskeletons painted in lime. The design of the humanoid equipment was obviously a product of Ideal City, but the dark color did not look as bright and beautiful as the "Vanguard I" exoskeleton of the 100th Mountain Division.

General Modlin, who was smoking beside the airport, glanced at these people and smiled slightly.

"It seems that the weaklings on the East Coast also have some capable guys."

He was the captain of the 310,000th Squadron. He was the commander of the battle the day before yesterday. He had seen with his own eyes how difficult it was to deal with those green-skinned mutants and the goblins they raised.

The Torch Church used the technology of the Prosperity Era to force the group of barbarians to a height that they could not reach originally. Even though it was not the first time for his subordinates to fight against mutants, they still felt a little bit of difficulty.

It is precisely because of this that although the equipment of the 100th Mechanized Mountain Division is indeed good, he is not optimistic about those losers at all.

If 10 points is a perfect score, the individual qualities displayed by those people are only 4 points at most.

Because some of the details were too amateurish, he couldn't help but suspect that those guys were not a standing army at all, but a group of new recruits who were pulled out to make up the numbers. They were not even as capable as the wastelanders from the River Valley Province. .

But these guys who just got off the plane looked like soldiers.

Perhaps these talents are the real elite of the enterprise.

"Those are mercenaries from Yunjian Province," the adjutant standing next to him smiled, but with a trace of disapproval on his face, "They are just a group of guys who work hard for money."

"No matter why you risk your life, those who dare to risk their lives are ruthless people," Modlin threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it and crushed it with his boots, and said indifferently, "Don't underestimate them."

Just as the group of soldiers were walking towards the barracks, at the shooting range not far away, a group of young men from the 1st Battalion and 2nd Company of the 100th Mountain Division were receiving final training before going on the field.

They held G9 assault rifles in their hands and were firing at the green targets.

Equipped with the most sophisticated optical sights and with noise reduction on their helmets, they were all sharpshooters. Only one or two shots missed the target occasionally, and almost all of their guns hit the bullseye.

However, the instructor wearing a military green vest walking behind them was obviously not satisfied with this result.

His face was as black as iron, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Cheer up your spirits!"

"Your opponents are mutants who eat people but don't spit out bones! And they're green-skinned guys!"

"They are stronger, more patient, and crueler than those fish-men with scales! If you fall into their hands, don't expect to pay a ransom and go home. It's better to pray that they give you a happy life! "

This group of young men have long been accustomed to the rough roar.

But there were also some show-offs who emptied their magazines in advance and yelled.

"You're right, sir! But we won't fall into the hands of those idiots—"

Before he could finish his words, he was kicked on the butt, and he fell down on the table, almost turning over and falling into the shooting range.

The instructor grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him in front of him like a chicken.

"Report before you speak!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Let you shout a report!"

"Report! Report!"

Looking at the fearful look in his eyes, the instructor narrowed his eyes slightly.

He is a soldier of the 26th Commando. He once followed the Cloud Team to follow the Trailblazer's footprints and signals, all the way from the Yunjian Province to the Great Desert.

Unlike these guys who sign up for the front line after playing "chicken" twice, he has not only seen what the wasteland is like, but also what those mutants are like, and he has also seen what those unlucky guys killed by mutants are like. What it looks like.

But he didn't say anything, he just gave the trembling guy a meaningful look, and then dropped his hand holding the man's collar.

Looking at the new recruits who stopped what they were doing and looked over, he roared at the top of his voice.

"Look what I'm doing! Keep an eye on the guy in your hands! Keep an eye on your target! Just pray that it doesn't move, and don't pee when you get to the front line!"

The foul-mouthed voice echoed in the training ground, and even the banging gunshots couldn't cover it up.

After the training, a group of people left the training ground in a noisy manner and flocked towards the cafeteria.

Although they were scolded, this unpleasantness did not hinder their appetite.

"What the hell... I've been scolding me for three months, and I'm going to go to the front line tomorrow!"

"Haha, my sword is already hungry and thirsty!"

"I'll show you the strength of P City's sniper god then!"

"I don't know if anyone sells LD-47 here. That gun is so powerful!"

"Indeed, the G9 assault rifle is too weak! It's not worthy of my exoskeleton!"

"I'll ask my brothers in the alliance to borrow one later..."

The entrance to the training ground.

Looking at the noisy group of guys, he looked blankly at Su Ming standing aside, swallowed and asked.

"Are these guys... really okay?"

Although most of them are noisy themselves, that's because they can't really die.

And considering those three difficult days, most people still showed their ability and fought seriously when the fight started.

obviously.

These NPCs are not.

It’s more like they don’t know where they are going tomorrow and what they will see when they go there.

Su Ming looked a little embarrassed and coughed slightly.

"Don't look at them like this... In fact, they also went to the recruit camp to train for three months, so they won't be held back."

Edge Paddling asked tentatively.

"...Virtual reality training ground?"

Su Ming tried to explain.

"That only accounts for 50% of the training time...we also engage in live-fire training and physical training."

The edge paddle was stunned for a moment.

Good guy.

It actually accounts for fifty percent!

But there is one thing to say.

The council is pretty good to these rookies. They fired more bullets in one day than he did in the two years before he changed his career to become a firefighter.

Looking at the sophisticated equipment, Edge Paddling felt a little envious, just like the boys in the company looked at him with envy.

It’s better to have money…