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Chapter 814 Why is this enemy more conscientious than his brother?
"Too... a space elevator?! Are you serious?"

The rickety convertible truck was driving on the rugged mountain road, and the rusty iron plates and guardrails continued to rattle as the bearings rose and fell.

As if it would fall apart at any moment.

About 20 people were crowded in the cargo box of the truck, and their eyes filled with surprise and disbelief were all focused on the man whose boots were covered in mud and was carrying a travel bag.

They didn't know where this guy came from, they only knew that his name was Zhang Ze, and he was a businessman wandering in the wasteland.

The luggage on his back is all his property, and there are some weird gadgets and some junk picked up on the road.

This situation is very common.

There are even more merchants in the wasteland than mercenaries. Not all of them are doing business as big as Mr. Lister, and most of them are saving money for the one or two silver coins.

"Of course it's true! Can I still lie to you?"

Very satisfied with those eyes that have never seen the world, Zhang Ze's face is full of pride.

Then he reached out and took out a crumpled newspaper from the backpack behind him, shook it vigorously in front of him and flattened it, first cleared his throat, and then read the press release emotionally.

"... In 213, the Wasteland Era lasted for a full 213 years, and the calendar will soon turn to a new year. If some new changes are not made from this moment, there will be no changes in the coming 214 years. So we decided to do something, to light a torch that would really drive away the cold night in this barren ruin, and not at the expense of the obscure majority."

That was the manager's speech on the radio.

Although he couldn't learn the correct accent, his hoarse voice was almost the same as the noisy electric tone of the radio.

Starting from the part of the space elevator, he read all the way down to the plans for the ten settlements set up by the Alliance in the coastal areas of the eastern provinces of the Middle Continent.

A pair of longing and looking forward to the line of sight, the light that bloomed became stronger and stronger.

Food that never runs out, and jobs that even an illiterate Wastelander can do!
not only that--

And hospitals and schools!
The Alliance's home for refugees has even generously promised to provide disabled survivors with interest-free loans to install non-combat prosthetics produced by the Giant Stone Military Industry-and the repayment can be postponed until the third year!
What a respectable man the manager is!

Not only the sky above his head, he also noticed the dust under his feet - those people struggling to make a living in the wasteland.

Compared with the kingdom of heaven depicted by the Torch Church, there is no doubt that the alliance he leads is the real kingdom of heaven!

But if someone else said these words, they would be vigilant and regard them as some kind of icing sugar trap.

But the grown-up was different.

Although he never showed off his acts of kindness, the survivors of the wasteland saw everything he did.

Whether it's survivors who live in the Union, or those who have simply been there.

And that's why, when his voice came over the radio in the wilderness, almost all the survivors of the yearning alliance packed their bags and set out on a journey.

Since the disintegration of the War Construction Committee, people finally have a reliable radio again!
"...The above is the entire content of Survivor's Daily, and now we are going to the first of the 10 settlements - 'Settlement No. [-]'."

Hearing that the merchant had finally finished reading, the mercenary squatting opposite him couldn't help asking.

"Isn't there a nicer name for this settlement?"

"Unfortunately, no," Zhang Zequan closed the newspaper in his hand, and stuffed it back into his backpack, "but there is nothing to regret, just like what is written in the newspaper... Dear Mr. Name it, and that will be our new home for a long time."

At this time, a wastelander raised his arm with a prosthetic leg and said with a smile.

"Don't take me with you, I have my own home, I just go there to earn silver coins."

His name is Renault, he is a scavenger from Garbage City. He heard that there will be endless garbage in the southern seas for a while, so he came here to try his luck.

It doesn't matter if there is no rubbish falling from the sky, at least the rags in Haiya Province have not been picked up, let alone the leftovers of the previous survivors.

The Union Railway had just passed through Ten Peaks Mountain, and it was far enough from the River Valley Province. He also spent at least a day and a night on the train.

It can be seen how obsessed this guy is with garbage.

Zhang Ze shrugged indifferently.

"Of course, that's your freedom."

Not everyone desires a stable life, but he's been wandering the wasteland for so long that sometimes it's nice to think of a home for himself.

Whether it is a dream of homeland or a desire for silver coins, a group of people from all over the wasteland sit on the same truck.

The road was bumpy for a while, and finally a wisp of smoke appeared ahead.

If they see human smoke in other places, the first reaction of most refugees is to be alert.

But here it is different.

The most famous survivor faction in the entire wasteland is here, at least no marauder tribe dares to camp here until the order here decays.

A checkpoint appeared at the intersection ahead.

The driver drove the car straight past and pulled up the handbrake after approaching the checkpoint.

Surrounded by two soldiers, a Willant officer stepped forward, looked at the people on the truck and asked.

"Who are you?"

The driver poked his head out of the window, with a harmless smile on his weather-beaten face.

"Masters, we are survivors who went to the coast of death, where are we?"

The Willant officer took a look at him and saw that there was nothing worth noticing in the car, so he waved his hand towards the checkpoint, signaling to open the railing to let him go.

"This is the ruins of Haibei City. You have to walk one or two hundred kilometers to the south to get to the coast of death."

"Thank you." Seeing the railing of the checkpoint open, the driver heaved a sigh of relief, thanked him and retracted his head into the window.

"You're welcome."

The officer watched the truck start up again, at this moment he suddenly seemed to think of something, and spoke again.

"... By the way, wait a minute."

The driver was stunned, and quickly pulled up the handbrake that had just been put down.

"Anything else?"

Everyone in the truck tensed up.

Renault, including the prosthetic, had unconsciously touched the weapon.

He felt the tension in the atmosphere, but the officer didn't care, he just looked at the people in the truck compartment and said.

"If you're looking for work there, we've got work here, too."

A mercenary with bullet chains wrapped around his jacket said alertly.

"We don't want dinars."

The officer frowned fiercely, although he was annoyed, he still said.

"We give silver coins."

This bunch of bastards who don't know what's good and what's wrong are still picking and choosing, it's really annoying!
It's a pity that the alliance's trains refuse to carry slaves, and the ships and ports in the southern sea area refuse to provide all convenience for the slave trade. The clone soldiers don't know how to work, otherwise he wouldn't bother to deal with these poor ghosts.

The eyes of many people on the truck lit up when they heard that the Weilante people actually gave silver coins.

"How much do you pay? No, I have to ask you what kind of work you do first!" Renault's small eyes narrowed, staring intently at the Willant officer.

Seeing that these people were interested, the officer cleared his throat and spoke.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Anthony, the centurion of the 37th team, and the person in charge of this construction site... The job you have to do is very simple, that is, digging the ruins. You can use a shovel for 20 silver coins a day, and you can How about 50 silver coins a day for driving a goblin excavator?"

Although they couldn't find the legendary entrance to Vault 20 or the torch's Gestalt life body project information, they have dug up a lot of valuable goodies recently.

After all, the residents of Vault 20 and the Church of the Torch have been active in the area for a long time. In addition to excavating the remains of the era of prosperity, these guys have also made some creations and improvements on this basis.

In short, the alliance's scientific expedition team opened a substation nearby, and their leaders agreed to package and sell some less important wreckage and remains to the alliance's scientific expedition team to earn military expenses.

After all, the cost of dragging these things back to the legion's homeland is too high, not to mention that no one may want to drag them back. They have a large number of relics in their own land that cannot be developed, so there is no need to think about it here.

What they are interested in is only the research of the Church of the Torch on the "Gestalt Life Form" project.

Hearing Anthony's offer, everyone looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"20 silver coins a day? Are you sending the beggar?"

"that is!"

"We do the job with the least technical content and the least shortage of people in Dawn City, and we get 4 silver coins an hour!"

"8 silver coins an hour! And at least two meals! Also, don't try to fool us with nutrient paste! I want to eat in the same pot with you! Otherwise, don't even think about it!"

The tense atmosphere at the scene was instantly dissipated.

Seeing that the legion was not robbing but recruiting people to work, everyone became stiff and yelled at each other, making Anthony standing next to the truck twitch his brows in annoyance.

These ravenous hyenas!
Anthony cursed in his heart.

Just these guys who dare to point their nostrils at him, if it were in his hometown, he would have been whipped to serve him!

"Okay! Just as you said... 1 silver coins per hour for ordinary workers, twice as much for those who can drive excavators!"

Three groups of excavation in shifts, one day is calculated as 8 hours, and one month is only 1920 silver coins.

100 people is 19.2.

The income from this ruins is far more than this amount. The batch of "trash dragged from the ruins of the No. 20 shelter settlement" they threw to the alliance scientific research team yesterday is worth 100 million silver coins!

At present, the development progress of the entire ruins is less than 10%, and there may be many treasures hidden in it.

Hearing what Anthony said, Renault was unambiguous, and jumped out of the car with his right hand holding the railing.

"I did it!"

Not only Renault, but the other four stood up hesitantly and jumped out of the car.

It's pretty good that you can earn such a high income from picking up garbage, and here you can take care of food and housing.

Scavengers are the lowest level of existence in the wasteland. Many people who pick up rubbish are sick all over their bodies, either slime fungus infection or radiation lesions, not to mention various mental illnesses caused by the loss of san value.

Although working under the hands of the Willanters is not as secure as the alliance, it is still more reliable than working under various survivor organizations with unknown origins.

At least, the salary they agreed to will be given.

"Brothers, take care! There will be a period later haha!" Looking at the guys who stayed on the truck, Renault smiled and waved.

Seeing him with a smile on his face, the people sitting on the truck hesitated a little, but they still didn't get out of the truck in the end.

What if the league gives more?
Moreover, even if the alliance does not pay as much as the legion, they are more inclined to work for the alliance when the price difference is not large.

One is safety, and the other is a sense of belonging. These two things cannot be provided by the Legion.

"I wish you all good luck." Zhang Ze didn't hesitate at all, but just sent a blessing to the scavengers who met by chance, and then leaned on the guardrail of the carriage and waited for the departure.

From the moment he set off, he had decided on his destination, and unless it was absolutely necessary, he would not get out of the car halfway.

Watching the truck go away, Anthony beckoned to his men.

"Arrange work for them, and replace the brothers under the ruins... Also, you can ask all the convoys that pass by in a while, and you will be given eight silver coins an hour. If you can use engineering equipment, we will talk about it."

"Yes!" The soldier stood at attention and walked forward, then looked at the five excited and nervous scavengers, "Come with me, I will take you to the place where you work."

After watching the group leave, Anthony looked at his watch, then looked in the direction of the checkpoint, his brows furrowed.

The reason why he was waiting here was not to give a few scavengers a job, but because a certain alliance bigwig had made an appointment with him here.

But now it seems that this guy is late...

But at this moment, another billow of dust rose in the distance, and two tall off-road vehicles appeared in his vision.

The furrowed eyebrows immediately loosened, and Anthony quickly waved his hand to the side.

"Open the checkpoint!"

Seeing this, the soldiers on the side quickly ran over and lifted the railing.

Not long after, two off-road vehicles passed through the checkpoint and stopped in front of him, and several soldiers wearing exoskeletons jumped out of the vehicle.

Looking at the shiny exoskeleton, the Willant people standing on both sides of the road couldn't help showing envious expressions.

Although the Legion also has its own exoskeleton, it is generally only equipped with the most elite troops.

After all, this thing puts a lot of pressure on logistics.

Even if the alliance's corps of all awakened people can turn off the power to save power when they are not in combat, each regiment must be equipped with at least one or two maintenance companies to repair and maintain the equipment.

Not to mention enterprises, repair battalions are almost the standard equipment of every mountain division, and they spend no less money on equipment maintenance than they spend on ammunition.

"Sorry, we were delayed on the road for a while, I hope you didn't keep you waiting..."

The mosquito who got off the car walked towards Anthony with a smile on his face, and extended his right hand enthusiastically.

The latter also smiled faintly, and shook his outstretched right hand.

"I hope you will be more punctual next time."

"sure!"

The smile on Mosquito's face became brighter, especially when he saw the epaulettes on the employer's shoulders, there was a hint of surprise in his smile.

"Good guy, this is the centurion? Congratulations!"

"It's also thanks to you." Anthony raised the corners of his mouth, although his expression was restrained, he still couldn't hide the pride on his brows.

The centurion of the legion is similar to the company commander in the allied army system. It is almost the highest-ranking front-line commander. It is not easy to be promoted from the tenth commander.

And the reason why he was able to be promoted so quickly, and he was promoted to be a centurion not long after becoming a tenth commander, is mainly because the arms sales agreement he helped to lead reached before not only saved tens of millions of dinars for the frontline troops maintenance costs, and even earned a large amount of military expenses.

Looking at Anthony, who couldn't hide his complacency, Mosquito smiled and handed him a cigarette, then continued.

"Thanks to me, you won't be able to. With your talent, you will be promoted sooner or later."

After taking the cigarette and lighting it, Anthony puffed out the clouds for a while, looked at the arms dealer in front of him and said with a smile.

"There's no need for polite greetings, it's quite a long way for you to come here, so let's talk about things directly."

Mosquito said with a smile.

"Then I won't waste the general's time. I'll just say it, we still need a batch of munitions here."

Anthony frowned.

"Is the previous batch not enough?"

Mosquito said with a sigh.

"How can it be? Our customers are not just arms dealers in Huzhou. Recently, customers from Baozhou have also come to inquire. If I had known that the demand there was so strong, I would have sold my own products."

Anthony was a little confused.

"What tiger state and leopard state..."

Mosquito said immediately.

"It's the name of the place in Borneo Province."

Anthony nodded suddenly. No wonder it was said that it was a zoo.

"So... your client is the Empire?"

Mosquito nodded again and again.

"Yeah, otherwise who else could it be? Other small settlements are too expensive to buy guns, and they are the only ones who can afford so much."

Anthony heard the words, but the expression on his face became even more confused.

"But... I heard that you and the empire are not rivals?"

Hearing this sentence, the mosquito was almost choked to death by its own saliva, and coughed several times before speaking.

"Cough...then you really insulted us."

Anthony said quickly.

"Sorry, that's not what I meant... I'm just a little strange. After all, you just fought with the empire. Are you not afraid that they will get the equipment to retaliate against you?"

Mosquito waved his hand and said.

"That's not what I'm considering. As long as our respected Mr. Manager doesn't say that we can't do business with those people, I'll sell them as much as they want."

Anthony nodded confusedly.

"I probably understand...then how much do you need?"

Mosquito said immediately.

"We want as much as you have!"

Anthony shook his head.

"Then I can't give you all of them, at most half of the previous batch is the limit. The civil servant group in Triumph City is also very interested in our batch of arms, and their ships have already set off from Xifan Port. Said it would be there in two weeks."

Hearing that it was only this order, Mosquito frowned.

The warlords in Baozhou gave no less than those in Huzhou.

After all, there is Jiaowan, which can be ranked in the top three on the "Big Eye Sightseeing Recommendation List". Those ruthless people are much richer than General Jieha in Huzhou.

The customers who came to discuss the business this time directly expressed that they bought double the amount of arms Huzhou bought!
And they are all silver coins!
If the contract hadn't been signed, and the bank for the exchange business had been contacted, he would even have thought of simply canceling the Huzhou business.

"How much did they pay you?"

"Uh, I don't know... But there shouldn't be as many as you. I heard that they were paid at the cost price." Anthony said with a guilty conscience.

When the mosquito heard this, it became anxious immediately.

"Then why don't you sell it to us? Do you have a grudge against money?"

Anthony said with a wry smile.

"Of course, this is also a part of the strategic needs... I don't know if it is appropriate to say this to you, but you are too tough on the cohesion, we need to arm our friends to share some of the pressure from you, this is not Money matters."

The mosquito said immediately after hearing this.

"That's easy to say! You plan to use this batch of weapons to arm the empire, right? The merchants in Xifan Port took away these weapons and sold them to the empire. We bought the same weapons and sold them to the empire! What's the difference? ?”

Before Anthony could speak, the mosquito flickered non-stop.

"The only difference is that the businessmen under your civil official group took advantage of your strategic needs and made a lot of money with cheap purchase prices! And we prefer to let you make this money!"

"I've made it clear, do you have the heart to let those profiteers take away the benefits that should belong to you?"

Anthony was stunned. He originally wanted to refute, but he wondered if this was the case?

The batch of equipment that Goblin Technology got from them was sold to the Empire, and the merchants of the Civil Service Group also sold it to the Empire. As far as the results are concerned, there seems to be no difference.

That being the case, why not sell it to the party with a higher asking price?

And the most irritating thing is the profiteers from the Civil Service Group!

The brothers of the Eastern Legion are fighting for His Majesty the Marshal on the front line, but these guys want to get money from them!
But what he didn't understand was, how could the enemy be more conscientious than his own after being said by this guy?
Anthony hesitated for a moment.

"This... I have to go back and talk to my superiors. I can't make up my mind about this matter."

Mosquito said kindly.

"Go, your chief will understand my good intentions."

Anyway, when the time comes, Kerway will also ask the pangolin what it means, and the mosquito on the latter side has already said hello.

This game is a clear card for him.

It will take at least 2-3 weeks for those cargo ships to arrive here from Xifan Port, and they will have to wait until the beginning of next year if they are not guaranteed.

Under the circumstances that the strategic effect is similar, not only can I pay the money readily, but I can also eat what they have in hand. There is no reason for these Weilante people not to choose me.

Due to the need to report to his superiors, Anthony invited the mosquitoes back to a nearby camp for entertainment.

Noticing that some of the survivors in the camp with shovels were not from Willant, but rather resembled the faces of the eastern provinces, Mosquito asked curiously.

"Who are those people?"

Following his line of sight, Anthony smiled and said.

"You said those people are the scavengers we hired to dig the ruins. It's still a bit clumsy to let the soldiers do the work of digging the ruins. This kind of thing really needs to be done professionally."

"That's true..." Mosquito touched his chin and nodded, but he was thinking about other things in his mind.

The people of Weilante actually have spare money to hire people to do this work. It seems that there are many treasures dug under the ruins...

perhaps--

He can use his relationship to do something.

Just when the mosquitoes were thinking this way, the truck that passed them on the road before finally drove to the edge of the coast of death before falling apart.

Seeing the blue shadow, the survivors sitting in the carriage stretched their necks excitedly, and looked towards the coastline.

"It's the coastline!"

"Settlement No. [-]!!"

"Hahaha! We're here! We're here!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

On the edge of the long and narrow coastline stands a military camp.

To the south of the barracks are floating piers that undulate with the tide, and large cargo ships are parked beside the piers.Under the traction of hoisting equipment, containers are continuously unloaded from the cargo ship.

On the north side of the camp are rows of container barracks, as neat as tofu blocks.

That must be the fabled settlement one!

They were not the first group of people to come here. Long before they came here, many survivors had already come here, and even lived in the new home prepared for them by the alliance.

Although the containers looked crude, they were better than the tents they lived in along the way.

Compared with the beautiful life in the future, the current difficulties are not worth mentioning at all.

Everything is just the beginning.

They won't live in that rusty shipping container forever, they'll build their own homes with their own hands!
"Big Horned Deer God is on top!"

"Thanks for the blessing of the great God of Radiation! The flickering light led me here!"

"Praise the Alliance! Praise the Administrator!"

Everyone was excited and incoherent, each chanting their own scriptures and praying.

And some people who couldn't wait had already grabbed their luggage, got out of the car and ran towards the coastline.

Especially the young businessman who was reading the newspaper in the carriage, almost ran away with his muddy boots, cheering while running.

Without exception, the eyes of these survivors shone with piety and excitement.

Like the believers of the Great Horned Deer God, they also follow their own beliefs, and what they believe in is right in front of their eyes.

At this moment, they just want to hurry up and reach their dream home sooner!
The fare was collected before getting on the bus, and the driver didn't stop the gang of desperate lunatics, but slowed down the speed in cooperation.

At the same time, several officers of the Southern Construction Corps standing at the gate of Settlement No. [-] also noticed the group of refugees who were coming this way.

"Another batch of new arrivals," Xiao Yue whistled, grinning, "If this trend continues, we may almost run out of containers."

Li Jinrong, head of the Southern Construction Corps, nodded.

"It's easy to say, I will contact Beidao to ship another batch."

"...Let them get more prefabricated concrete slabs. This kind of iron house is afraid of encountering a typhoon. When the wind blows, everything will be gone."

Xiao Yue said this with a smile, and then set his sights on the busy settlement in front of him.

Today, there are more than 3 survivors living here.

Some of them were rescued from the mutant's lair, and some were thrown to them by the Legion, and some of them heard their broadcast and came to the door to defect.

Just like the dozen or twenty people who just came here.

The staff of the community received the refugees, took them with their luggage to the newly opened container barracks, and introduced the facilities here to them.

Everything is developing in a good direction.

Maybe it won't be long before Haiya Province will return to its previous appearance, even more lively than when the Iron Tower Organization was still there!
But the only regret is...

People who used to live on this land couldn't see that beautiful scene.

A trace of melancholy appeared on Xiao Yue's face, and he suddenly sighed and said.

"Suddenly I miss my parents a little bit. In fact, I don't have any impression of them, but I just suddenly feel... It would be great if they were still around."

Li Jinrong didn't know how to comfort him, so he spoke slowly after being silent for a while.

"When this settlement is on the right track, let's build them a park."

Xiao Yue cast a puzzled look at him.

"garden?"

"Well, and monuments or something like that..."

Li Jinrong paused for a moment, then continued.

"We have to tell the people after that what happened here, what price we paid, and how it ended in the end."

"Those who died for this will watch over us in another form. As long as we remember them, our future is bright."

(End of this chapter)