Chapter 910: The Alliance Is Not a Wish-Granting Machine (1/2)

Chu Guang stayed in Weifu City for three full days.

Except for listening to Li Jinrong's work report on the first day, he spent the remaining two days wandering around the settlement based on the "strategies" posted by players on the forum.

Unlike the cookie-cutter Singularity City, every district and even every street in this settlement is full of stories.

For example, Kunzhen.

This project, built on the whims of players, has now become the most prosperous neighborhood in Weifu City.

Especially as the young men of the 100th Mountain Division of the Enterprise brought the Kunpai created by Brother Mosquito back to Ideal City, this street became even more crowded with "players" from Ideal City.

No one expected that things would develop to this point, including Brother Mosquito himself.

Although his original intention was just to make money while working hard, he didn't expect that the complicated game rules and story-filled cards would unexpectedly become popular throughout Ideal City - at least attracting some otakus.

Analyzing the underlying reasons, this may be inseparable from the vast and barren digital desert of Ideal City.

The excessive speed of information exchange makes every piece of fragmented information lose its original meaning, becoming as rich and empty as a colorful kaleidoscope.

It is precisely because of this that when they are separated from the information services provided by the endpoint cloud and the speed of information exchange is slowed down, they feel the joy of returning to nature.

In short, Kunzhen in Weifu City, like Singularity City next door, has become the spiritual home of another wave of ideal city residents.

There are many backpackers who have flown in from the east coast for "pilgrimage" wandering around the town.

And because of the arrival of these guys, this small town located in the wasteland unexpectedly showed signs of a "post-modern Renaissance", and many literary and artistic works full of fantastic ideas emerged.

For example, derivative works about Kunpai cards, such as some independent works that incorporate players’ strange imaginations.

The residents of Ideal City not only bring ideas on the endpoint cloud, but also bring related technologies.

For example, holographic projection technology that is enough to resemble the real thing, and virtual reality technology that can completely immerse yourself in dreams, etc.

Although these art forms are a bit too advanced for the Wastelanders, they are unexpectedly connected to the brainwaves of players from another world.

not only that.

Chu Guang heard that professional players who were active in the local area also teamed up with engineers from Ideal City to develop a unique system called "Super Dream".

This system can interface with retinal nerves, store the collected visual signals in the chip, and reproduce them through special reading equipment.

This system has greatly reduced the development costs of immersive virtual reality system imaging works and games, and enhanced the realistic effect of the picture. Its significance is no less than that of people in the old days putting cameras on mobile phones.

Originally, the production of virtual reality games and film and television works was the preserve of professional directors, but now individuals can become directors. As long as they install a set of prosthetic equipment and insert a crystal, they can create their own works.

Influenced by this invention, "Wasteland OL" has further strengthened the "death replay" and "real-time screen recording" functions.

Before this, these two functions were mainly accomplished through the head-mounted camera on the action recorder, and the operation was far less convenient than this "Chaomeng" system.

As for relevant laws and regulations, representatives will naturally discuss them based on actual needs.

Prior to this, the players who developed this device also made some restrictions based on the terms in the "Player's Handbook", such as restrictions on the circulation of restricted-level images, as well as classification review standards, etc.

In addition to progress in the fields of literature, art and science and technology, the survivors of Weifu City have also made considerable progress in the economic and industrial fields.

Neat and tidy buildings are rising from the ground like bamboo shoots soaked in the spring rain, extending along the straight streets. Just two years ago, this place was a deserted and barren land.

According to Li Jinrong's report, 170,000 wastelanders have settled here.

Among them are pioneers from Boulder City and Dawn City, wastelanders wandering in Jinchuan Province and Prancing Pony Province, and even Weirant people from distant Yunjian Province and even the west coast, as well as wandering Settlers of the swamp.

Especially the residents of the swamps, they brought with them the resource exploration and mining technology inherited from the Science and Technology Committee, as well as the waste recycling technology learned from the scavenger groups in the northern part of the River Valley Province.

Relying on these technologies, they obtained loans from the alliance's banks and opened resource extraction companies. They drew nutrients from the ruins of pre-war cities that had been buried for two centuries and transformed them into industrial blood through railways. Transported to various industrial areas in the alliance.

In addition to utilizing resources, local survivors also made use of the wind resources on Shifeng Mountain according to local conditions, and built roller-shaped windmills on the towering mountains.

It is worth mentioning that this is the work of Beidao Heavy Industries of the South China Sea Alliance. The survivors there are best at utilizing sustainable renewable energy and have developed this ability to the extreme in more than a century.

Although the electricity converted from wind energy is not as large and cheap as the electricity provided by the controllable fusion reactor, it is completely sufficient for Weifu City, which has a population of only 170,000.

They can even export excess electricity to Singularity City in exchange for agricultural products and light industrial consumer goods produced in Singularity City.

Compared to pulling a wire from Dawn City, this is a more economical approach.

Although controlled fusion is efficient, the use of helium-3 resources is less. Before the restoration of the Earth-Moon flight, the Alliance's energy is not rich enough to be squandered at will.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that the farmland continues to extend along the Wei River, and the extension areas that expand to the surrounding areas along the roads and railways.

Many expeditionary forces from the Borneo Province chose to stay here, and their extraordinary enthusiasm for land has also accelerated the expansion of Weifu City to some extent.

In comparison, the pioneers from the Stone City prefer to live in crowded cities.

Except for those guys who were mercenaries.

In short, the locals have found a development method that suits them, and at the same time take into account both internal and external development, combining the advantages of the people of all ethnic groups.

In Chu Guang's view, this is the most valuable part.

If time permits, he plans to stay here for a while and see everything that interests him before leaving.

However, there are still ten settlements waiting for him to visit, and those places he didn't have time to visit can only be left to the players to pay close attention to for him.

The train station in Weifu City.

Chu Guang, who said goodbye to Li Jinrong and his group, sat in the waiting room next to the platform.

Looking at the busy crowd outside the window and the thriving settlement behind them, Chu Guang had a satisfied smile on his face.

"Weifu City will be a good demonstration."

Lu Bei asked in confusion.

"Demonstration?"

"Yes."

Chu Guang smiled and nodded, and continued in a relaxed tone.

"I told you a long time ago that barbarism will not be simply eliminated by force. They will grow again and again after being burned by fire, just like weeds after the spring breeze. However, like backward production methods, they will eventually be replaced by more advanced production methods, and our civilization was born in this process."

"It is worth being proud of that we have nurtured the fire of civilization, and the difficulty lies only in how to make it spread spontaneously to further places."

"Weifu City has set a good example in this matter. Wastelanders from all directions come here, witness our order and prosperity, and are attracted by it, and then take it to all directions... and our ideals will also continue to extend along the roads and railways they have walked in this process, injecting new blood into this barren land and awakening the civilization sleeping under the soil."

Lü Bei scratched the back of his head.

Chu Guang knew that he didn't understand, but he didn't care. He just smiled kindly and ended the topic.

"The next stop is Settlement No. 1... By the way, we will pass by the camp of the Eastern Legion, right?"

Finally, they talked about the area where he could get a say, and Lü Bei immediately said seriously.

"I'm ready for the safety work."

Looking at the serious look of the young man, Chu Guang said with a smile.

"I'm not worried about safety, I just wonder if there is a chance to go there to take a look."

He always heard players say on the official forum website that the big nose there had been "corroded" into the shape of an alliance, and he was always curious about what the so-called shape of the alliance looked like.

Lü Bei was stunned when he heard this, and said hesitantly.

"Are you talking about the control area of ​​the 370,000th Squadron? But... that's not our territory after all."

"Well... that's true," Chu Guang nodded thoughtfully, "It would be better to let Cheng Yan send a formal diplomatic document to Captain Bennot."

Just as the two were communicating, the station broadcast suddenly sounded.

"Dear passengers, I'm sorry that due to an emergency on the Haiya Province railway section, the D97 train braked urgently near the old site of Haibei City due to an accident. The railway line is currently suspended. The train to Settlement No. 1 will be temporarily frozen and the resumption time is to be determined..."

"The staff of the post near the accident area have gone to the area to investigate. Please wait patiently. We will notify you as soon as the fault is eliminated..."

At the same time as the broadcast, the passengers on the station platform were in an uproar.

Especially those passengers who were going to Settlement No. 1, the expressions on their faces were first stunned, and then replaced by anger.

People rushed to the duty booth, blocking the originally small window, and squeezed into a group and started to quarrel.

"What are you doing?"

"What happened? Let me be patient... Then at least tell me when the train will be restored!"

"Damn it! I booked a passenger ship flight to Beidao tonight, and now you tell me that the train can't go, and the restoration time is to be determined?! Who will compensate me for my losses!"

"Refund!!!"

Faced with the problems that came one after another, the staff at the duty booth was also very anxious.

It was obvious that the little girl sitting in front of the window didn't know what happened in front, and she didn't even receive the notice earlier than the passengers here.

In fact, let alone her, Lu Bei, who was standing in the waiting room, was also confused, until a soldier from the Guards Corps trotted into the waiting room, saluted, and stopped beside him and Chu Guang with a nervous expression.

"Report! A train collision occurred 110 kilometers north of Settlement No. 1... According to a report from a nearby post, the cause of the accident was that 120 survivors from Settlement No. 1 tried to intercept the passenger train. Although the train conductor activated the emergency brake procedure, but because the distance was too short, it eventually crashed into the crowd... causing two deaths and one serious injury."

Lu Bei stared at him and said.

"What on earth is the branch over there doing? They only know about such a big thing now!"

The soldier buried his head and explained nervously.

"...It happened in the wasteland, and it happened so suddenly."

Lu Bei said with hatred that iron cannot become steel.

"At least the people came out of the settlement, right? No news at all about the people over there?"

The soldier hesitated and wanted to explain, but Chu Guang raised his hand to interrupt the conversation between the two.

"Okay, don't embarrass him. Even I can't know everything that happens in the settlement."

The branch of the Guards Regiment in Settlement No. 1 has only been established for less than half a year, so it is understandable that it is not yet proficient in intelligence collection.

Moreover, in settlements established entirely by immigrants, the population is too mobile, and the dividing line between settlements and wilderness is even less clear. It is basically impossible to completely prevent problems before they happen, not to mention that the incident occurred in the wasteland.

It is not easy for them to understand the situation in the first place, so there is no need to be too harsh.

Looking at the soldier with his head lowered, Chu Guang continued in a gentle tone.

"Put your head up, straighten your back, and tell me what exactly happened there. Including whether the situation was under control, why those people blocked the car, and what their purpose or appeal was."

Hearing Chu Guang's words, the soldier was moved and straightened his back to continue reporting.

"The accident occurred in the area controlled by the 370,000th Army of the Eastern Army. A centurion named Anthony has taken control of the situation and handed over the arrested persons involved to the outpost guards who rushed to the scene..."

"According to the guard's investigation, those people were survivors from Borneo. Most of them had obtained Union citizenship, and the rest were detainees. They made a complaint after meeting the guard, saying ... said he wanted to see you."

Chu Guang was stunned for a moment.

"……see me?"

The soldier of the Guards nodded with a subtle expression.

"Yes... they have been shouting, saying they want to see the alliance manager."

…

At the outpost near the old site of Haibei City, Anthony, who was leaning next to an open-top off-road vehicle, had just finished eating the lunch box sent by the alliance brothers and burped heavily with beer.

The captain sitting on the hood looked at him and asked with a helpless expression.

"Are we going to stay here any longer?"

After handing over the "perpetrator" to the alliance guards, in theory this matter has nothing to do with them.

However, this commander was probably addicted to watching the theater, so he insisted on staying here and even shamelessly had a meal.

Hearing his subordinate's voice, Anthony grinned nonchalantly.

"Why are you in such a hurry to go back? Why don't we wait here and take a look. Maybe we can meet the managers of the alliance."

I heard that that guy killed the Forerunner of the Torch Church wearing biological power armor with one hammer.

And he was still under siege by a group of bat-winged people.

He had always been curious about what that guy looked like, how many arms and heads he had on his body.

Of course, he was more curious about how that guy planned to deal with this matter.

These people are all citizens of the Alliance.

And he is also his most "loyal" supporter.

Just when he was curious, two light blue arcs of light flashed in the dusk sky in the distance.

Anthony threw the beer bottle aside, took off the telescope hanging on the inside of the car door and took a look in the direction of the suspected plasma plume.

After only a moment, an expression of excitement suddenly appeared on his face.

"coming!"

Not long after he finished speaking, a "Viper" transport plane flew over from the direction of Shifeng Mountain, and then slowly landed on the overgrown wasteland.

Anthony was not the only one who noticed the two arcs of light. The Alliance guards in the post noticed the flying transport plane from a distance, including the Borneos who were detained at the door of the post.

Seeing the Guards soldiers jumping off the transport plane, Jerami, who was squatting on the ground, recognized the exoskeletons on their bodies, and his droopy face suddenly became filled with excitement again.

It’s the people around the manager!

Sure enough, that adult cares about them!

Ignoring the scolding of the guards, Jeremy jumped up from the ground like a rabbit jumping out of the grass, ran to the side of the guards, and then knelt on the ground with a plop.

"Master Manager...you are here...we...we were wronged."

The air was unusually quiet.

Guardsmen in exoskeletons stared at him coldly.

Through the dark eyepieces, Jeremy could not see the expressions on their faces, but he could feel the coldness in their sights.

He swallowed unconsciously and tried to find the blue power armor, but he only saw a man in casual clothes.

That man exuded a special aura.

But what was different from what he imagined was that it was not the majesty he imagined, but a reassuring or convincing power.

"Tell me what injustice you are talking about."

Jeremy pressed his forehead firmly to the ground and said in a choked voice.

"We just wanted to see you, but we were brought here like prisoners by those Wilantes... and these rude guards."

As he spoke, he glanced hatefully at the convertible not far behind him, especially the man standing next to the car.

Chu Guang, who stood motionless, stared at the old man kneeling on the ground, but did not scold the old man to stand up like he scolded others.

he knows.

While others may have lowered their heads out of fear of power and authority, this guy did so out of genuine desire.

Even if you lift him up with your own hands, there is no point. Instead, you will follow his humble wish.

Chu Guang didn't particularly understand this kind of emotion before. Even when he was in Singularity City, he was confused more than once about why some people preferred to live like animals.

Now someone showed up and demonstrated it, and he suddenly understood it in an instant.

These guys yearn from the bottom of their hearts for a holy emperor to help them resolve all real contradictions, even if the power that ignores the laws of physics is just a figment of their imagination.

Their understanding of equality is that equals can do whatever they want, and once the people who promised them equality cannot satisfy their wishes, they will blame equality for the pain in reality, believing that equality is not absolute, that is, absolute inequality.

In fact, this cannot be entirely blamed on them.

Part of the reason is that those who brought them here deceived them with white lies, making them mistakenly believe that the Alliance was a wish-granting machine, and that they were Santa Claus riding an elk to deliver gifts.

Maybe what they lack is not equality, but the suffering of inequality that they have not suffered enough.

Chu Guang was silent for a while, looked at him and continued

"So now that you see me, what do you want to say to me?"

Jeremy held his breath in excitement, tears of gratitude filled his face, and his forehead almost bled on the ground.

Not only him, but also the other Bornos squatting at the gate of the outpost.

They are like real pilgrims!

After that journey full of hardships, they finally saw the true God in their minds!

That respected manager!

"The survivors of Settlement No. 1 were deceived by the representatives. For the sake of profit, those representatives made peace with the beasts in human skin... They used their eloquent sophistry to disregard the interests of the alliance for their own selfish desires. No matter what!"

"But it's not too late. As long as you are willing to raise your voice, we will all unite around you, and all the Borneo people you have saved will! I can swear to you by my surname that I will always be loyal to you, Including my children, my grandchildren...all of us from generation to generation!”

"Only by disbanding that group of insects! Throwing them into prison and sentencing them to death can we end the Wasteland Era and achieve true equality! This is for all our compatriots in the Alliance, before it's too late..."

The old man spoke with tears streaming down his face, his forehead firmly pressed to the ground, like a loyal minister whose liver and brains were shattered.

The same goes for the other Brahmaans beside him.

To be able to follow this guy all the way here, I don't think there are many normal people.

"In order to see me, you stopped a train that couldn't stop at all. Two people who didn't deserve to die died, and one person broke a leg... You said it was for the sake of your fellow countrymen in the Alliance, let alone you. A few words of truth, have you ever shed a tear for your compatriots?"

"Don't talk to me about the guy you can't even name thousands of kilometers away. Just look at the railroad track behind you. You can see the people who were alive a few hours ago."

Hear the slowly drifting sound.

Jeremy was stunned, raised his head, and met a pair of pitying eyes.

This should have been something exciting for him.

However, for some reason, there was a hint of uneasiness in that pity.

The pity was not for him, but for something in him.

It feels like watching something valuable fall into a puddle.

It was as if other parts of his life were not worth mentioning except for one thing.

He tried to argue something and opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Chu Guang's patience gradually disappeared while waiting, and he was even less interested in listening to his newly made-up excuses.

"It seems that you have successfully moved yourself, but I can't understand what you are talking about anymore."

"According to the laws of the league, the organizers bear primary responsibility and the participants bear secondary liability. This should not be repeated by me, but now I am making an exception to tell you."

"Even if you probably don't care about the safety of the two dead compatriots and everyone on the train, and you have never cared about the law, since you are standing on the land of the Alliance, you must abide by the rules here, and then take care of yourself Stupid to pay for it.”

"If you have anything to say, please tell the judge. If you want to kneel, just keep kneeling."

Just as the words fell, the outline of Chu Guang gradually blurred, and then turned into dots of light and dissipated in the wind.

That's a hologram.

Until the end, the adult did not answer their prayers or even condescend to see them.

Jeremy's eyes fell into despair, and the ashen look on his face seemed as if his soul had been drained out and he was really dead.

The guards standing not far away looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.

This farce should be over, but the subsequent impact may be far from over.

After finishing their work, the Guards returned to the plane.

As two plasma plumes erupted, the Viper transport plane returned in the direction it came from.

"Get up, you've seen the manager too. Even if what that gentleman said doesn't sound good, I want to say that he actually has you in his heart... Those big noses wouldn't be so polite to you."

Walking next to Jeremy, the director of the outpost touched him with his calf.

After being touched like this, Jeremy finally came back to his senses, and his wrinkled old face gradually changed from sullen to panic, like a rooster that had lost a fight.

Managers don't need his loyalty.

He thought he was doing something good for everyone, but he didn't expect that in the eyes of that gentleman, he was just a lunatic who disrupted order and a hopeless burden.

He was on the wrong team.

And his persistence turned into a joke.

He seemed to be aware of the problem, but he didn't seem to realize it at all.

But he was really scared anyway.

He, who had dismissed the law as useless paper just a few minutes ago, actually took the initiative to ask about the alliance's criminal law.

"...What will happen to us?"

Looking at the old man with trembling shoulders and his whole body seemed to have shrunk, the director of the outpost sighed.

"I don't know, nothing like this has ever happened before..."

Predators who intercept trains are usually sent to a labor camp. If they die, they will be sentenced to death or life imprisonment depending on the circumstances... However, the life here usually refers to the casualties caused by train security or passengers.

Kill yourself...

He hadn't seen it either, and this probably set a precedent since the Alliance had railroads.

After a pause, the director of the outpost said again.

"But after all, a human life was lost and economic losses were caused. The sentence is certain, maybe more than ten years in prison, maybe deportation...it all comes down to the judge."

If the judge can't make up his mind, he may have to leave it to the legislative body for discussion. After all, this matter is indeed weird enough.

Speaking of which, the representatives of the disbandment of Settlement No. 1...

What on earth was this guy thinking?

Those people must have spoken for them after all, and they said a lot.

Anthony, who was leaning next to the off-road vehicle, put down the telescope in his hand and muttered something to himself.

"It turns out that guy looks like this..."

Apart from being quite handsome, there doesn't seem to be anything special about him.

However, for the leader of such a group of people, it doesn't matter what he looks like.

The important thing is that the manager's conversation was unexpectedly to his liking.

Perhaps as a Weiland man, what he actually hates is not the smell of mud on those people, but those guys who keep saying they are for their compatriots, but their hands are stained with the blood of their compatriots.

Having said that, it seems that this kind of people is not just a patent of the Borneo people, there are also people in the team of the Weilant people... and those blue gophers are still somewhat prescient.

Thinking of this, Anthony suddenly became envious of those blue gophers.

Their managers are still alive and kicking, and occasionally come out to say a few words to show their presence.

But the Marshal whom he respects the most has not been active like this for a long, long time...