This Game Is Too Realistic

Jungle, beach, and sea!

I'm here again!

In the cabin of the airship, I took a long look at the pleasant scenery of French Fries Harbor through the glass window, and couldn't help but curl up the corner of my mouth with a secretly amused smile.

"nice."

This time I was finally able to get over the addiction of 1勤城㹏㱕.

But that being said, he actually doesn’t have the final say in this French fries port.

Most of the small-scale development projects are outsourced to various specific units or institutions, while the large-scale development plans and project approvals are jointly decided by the board of directors of Baiyue Strait Development Co., Ltd.

This joint-stock company, Shuguang City, is currently jointly held by a number of player institutions that are interested in developing the Baiyue Strait. The equity is divided according to the proportion of capital contribution, and the coast of the Baiyue Strait is developed under the alliance legal framework.

As for Niuma Group, its main business is infrastructure construction and logistics and transportation.

And this is what they do best.

The two airships, one behind the other, hovered above the French Fry Port, and then slowly lowered their pods.

Watching Fang Chang come down from the pod, someone who was serving as the construction project manager stepped forward and took a look at the airship behind him.

"Good guy, you bought another one?!"

"I bought another one. It's a scientific expedition team! From now on, the collection of salvaged objects will be left to the professionals. We still have to transport the goods."

Fang Chang smiled and patted the brother's shoulder, then took him to the pod, pointed at the boxes of goods and unloaded the goods from the pod.

"...I'm the one who bought these good things. Ten sets of engineering armor and twenty spider spider robots, I leave them to you!"

After hearing these words, a surprised expression appeared on Dao Xia Ryuren's face.

The performance in the No. 101 Engineering Armored Camp and the Xizhou Southern Urban Renovation Project is obvious to all.

That thing can be called a culmination of personal construction auxiliary equipment, the culmination of two hundred years of construction experience in Shelter 100!

It is like an "SCV" that can freely travel through complex terrain. It can not only switch the tools workers need according to construction tasks, but also provide them with visual digital guidance services.

If the K-10 "Iron Wall" exoskeleton is the pinnacle of heavy-duty exoskeletons for battlefield use, then the K-10 "Iron Wall" exoskeleton is specially designed for construction workers.

Paired with a Cross Spider robot that can transport materials up and down the wall, if other construction units can keep up, an engineering team of ten people can even exert the work efficiency of a construction team of hundreds of people. Even he Professionals who have worked in this kind of civil engineering industry for many years were greatly shocked after the on-site inspection.

It is precisely because of the excellent construction performance of this set of equipment that its price has remained high. Not only players are snapping up it, NPCs are also placing orders, and even the construction companies of Ideal City are full of interest.

Unexpectedly, this guy actually brought a whole set of equipment over!

I couldn't wait to step forward and quickly asked the staff next to me to help open one of the two-person high cargo boxes.

Looking at the crab-shaped engineering armor, he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. But just after being excited for a while, he quickly realized a new problem.

"Wait, I remember that you need to be trained to use this thing, right?"

As if he guessed that he would ask this question, Fang Chang said with a smile as if he had been prepared for it.

"Don't worry, I have also hired trained workers. They will come down in a moment. Remember to protect their safety. According to the contract, they can only work within the safety zone."

"That's a must! Can I get them out to work?" Dao Xia Liuren said with a smile, "Don't worry, just leave it to me!"

"With you, I'll definitely feel at ease!" Fang Chang said with a smile.

Brother Dao, like him, is one of the first batch of veteran players to enter the game. He has been a member of the group for a long time.

It's just that this guy's gameplay style is too hardcore, or rather niche, and his combat effectiveness is mainly reflected on the construction site, so he is rarely noticed by other players.

If it were anyone else, he might not be so reassured. It would definitely be reliable to leave it to this guy.

The two of them were facing the center of the camp.

On the way, Fang Chang suddenly noticed that on the cargo pile not far from the beach, there were bundles of furs tied with hemp rope into the shape of tofu blocks.

Among them, there are furry ones and non-hairy ones, with different shapes and sizes. There are also many types and colors.

There must be thousands of pieces in total!

"...Good guys, have you killed so many prey these days?"

Seeing the surprised expression on Fang Chang's face, Daoxia Liuren made a helpless expression.

"It's not us who are attacking them, it's the prey who brought them up on their own."

It's okay to deliver it yourself...

When did Brother Guang become so generous?

Fang Chang was surprised, but soon he thought of the rumors he had heard from the scientific expedition team before, and after thinking for a moment, he said.

"...This rainforest is a bit weird. I heard that the heterogeneous and mutant slime molds here are related. Maybe there is a mother nest not far from us. Remember to be careful when you are constructing, and you must pay attention to safety. ”

"Just be careful. I'll be careful if there is a brood nest!" He patted his arm and said with a smile, "But come to think of it, if we can dig up that brood nest, it would be great." I’ve made a lot of money just for finding the location, which is a huge reward!”

"Indeed, even I was moved."

Fang Chang smiled and looked at the pile of furs. He suddenly noticed the blood and mucus on it and asked in his heart.

"By the way...are these all unprocessed rawhide?"

The man under the sword nodded.

"I guess it takes a lot of time to process these raw hides. I heard from those players in the fur business that the salt in the camp is almost sold out, and it still depends on the seaside."

Fang Chang was stunned for a moment.

"Is that an exaggeration?"

"No," Dao Xia Liuren said helplessly, "I see they have opened two more salt fields recently, but manpower is still a problem. I heard that those players in the fur business are thinking about whether to send raw hides to Shuguang City. Find someone to process it over there.”

There are only more than 300 players in French Fries Port.

Although this time the Niumahao brought more than two hundred good brothers who came here because of their reputation, many of them had died before and were resurrected. This number of people was not even enough for the construction team and the scientific expedition team.

What's more, hiring players to do such delicate work as leather processing is somewhat overkill, and it is not economically suitable.

"If this is sent to Yan for processing, I'm afraid it will stink on the road..." Fang Chang thought for a moment, and suddenly his heart moved. He looked at the person left under the sword and said, "By the way, isn't there someone over there with Wei Wei and the others?"

The man under the knife said: "You mean...those Yue Clan refugees?"

Fang Chang smiled slightly and said.

"These jobs are not very intensive, so there should be no problem if they are left to those people. And it is not just leather tanning, there are also some prey handling jobs. If it can be left to NPCs, it will not save costs. It can also release more high-quality labor from simple and repetitive tasks...you know what I mean."

The man under the sword looked at the guy in front of him with a strange expression.

When he heard these words, he always had the illusion that the way this guy was thinking about the problem was more and more like he knew a certain NPC.

"Is there something on my face?" Seeing that the person under the knife was staring at him without speaking, Fang Chang reached out and touched his face, but he didn't feel anything.

After coming to his senses, Ren Xia Liu coughed slightly, cleared his throat and said.

"It's nothing, I just think... you mean well."

This is indeed a good idea. Although the facilities at the French Fries Port are still a bit crude, at least the walls have been built.

As long as you don't leave the camp, your safety is still guaranteed.

"I will ask their opinions on the forum later... By the way, there is another thing." Halfway through, he suddenly remembered another thing.

Fang Chang looked at him questioningly.

"What?"

"About the work of clearing the rainforest," after a pause, the man scratched his head and said in an uncertain tone, "according to reports from some construction teams, when they cleared the rainforest, they discovered that this forest had unique characteristics. Self-healing.”

Fang Chang frowned slightly.

"Self-healing?"

The man under the sword nodded and continued.

"I don't know if this is an accurate expression. In short, the situation is that they just cleaned the area the next day, and when they inspected it the next day, they found that some shrubs, grass leaves, and vines had grown. They seemed to have grown from the nearby forest. It spread like this. At first I thought it was the construction teams who took over the task who were lazy, but similar situations occurred in various work areas... This is very strange. "

When there is abundant rain and light, most forests will naturally expand toward areas with fertile soil. This fact in itself is not surprising.

However, this kind of investigation is often carried out on a year-by-year basis. Only by observing on a year-by-year time scale can some clues be discovered.

But this tropical rainforest is different.

It is as if it is alive, recovering its "wounds" at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Looking at Fang Chang, who was deep in thought, someone suggested.

"I suggest you mention this matter to the Alliance Biological Research Institute next time and see what their opinions are."

Fang Chang nodded cautiously and cast his gaze on another airship in the sky.

"No need to wait, they are coming with the scientific expedition team."

"You can just report the situation here to them later."

…

At the same time that the two airships arrived at the French Fries Port, a dry bulk carrier loaded with cargo was slowly sailing away from the rough Borneo Sea and heading into the quiet Baiyue Strait from the west.

"...Watch for me for a while."

Yawning, he came out of the cab. The old man wearing a brown jacket let the door behind him to the young man wearing a shirt. He sat on the recliner under the gangway and picked up the plastic basket next to it. I took two sips from the beer bottle before finishing it, and squinted my eyes as the sea breeze blew.

Normally, he would never allow others to touch his boat, but he made an exception when he sailed to the Baiyue Strait.

Compared with the open Borneo Sea and the southern sea, this strait running through the Baiyue Province cannot be called a sea, but more like a peaceful river.

In addition, there are reference objects on both sides of the strait to determine the course, so it is still a bit difficult to deviate to the point where the ship can be steered.

It was precisely for this reason that he left the work of sailing the ship to his young men, while he came down to relax and rest for a while.

The old man's name is Song Haining, and he is a resident of the Ring Island, but he has lived in Silver Moon Bay much longer than on the Ring Island.

Of course, the combined time they spent in the two places would definitely not be as good as the time he spent floating on the sea.

Years of exposure to wind and sun had made his face look like a freshly dried rag, and it was as black as if it had been wiped off the bottom of a pot.

Ever since he could remember, he had been working on ships with his father, and he didn't own his own cargo ship until he was thirty years old.

And now the "Mistral" has been following him for twenty years.

Whenever he saw the mottled rust on the deck, he couldn't help but think that maybe he should seriously start thinking about retirement.

In the wasteland, more than ten years old is definitely considered old...

"It's still so quiet here."

Walking next to Song Haining, a young man wearing a gray jacket put his arm on the railing of the ship's side and said something with a smile.

His name is Mogavi, and he is a merchant from the Silver Moon Bay of the Camelback Kingdom. He is also an employee of the thousand tons of iron ore and coal mines on the cargo ship, as well as 30 mercenaries.

Recently, the Federation of the Southern Islands has been at loggerheads with Shelter 70. The offshore mining stations have been closed due to the impact of the war. However, the production of factories on various islands cannot be stopped, and the prices of various resources are rising almost sharply.

Although there are considerable risks in doing business in this sea area, there are still many people who are not afraid of death and decide to wade into this muddy water.

For example, this person is one of them.

Song Haining didn't know his details, but the port said that the possibility of problems with the transaction was low, and he was familiar with the shipping route.

Even if this guy seems to be a little off-line occasionally, he doesn't mind, as long as the dinar is enough.

Hearing a voice coming from the side, the old captain squinted to look at the scenery. The old captain smiled lightly and put the empty beer bottle aside.

"I wish it was so quiet here."

"I will definitely do it!"

The man showed a confident smile on his face and continued, "Before I went to sea, I asked someone to do a divination! The fortune teller told me that as long as I walk towards the rising sun, I will be in front of it, and in front of it... The golden land is waiting for us there.”

The land is paved with gold...

Hearing this interesting statement, Song Haining couldn't help but smile, raised his eyebrows and glanced at the thin sunlight, and then focused his gaze again on the emerald green shore in the distance.

He has been busy coming and going in this sea area for most of his life, but he has never heard of any island covered with gold.

As for the land on both sides of the Taiwan Strait?

Not to mention that.

There can be no treasure hidden in that dense rainforest, only death.

Even if the ships plying this sea area run out of supplies, they will never consider trying their luck on the shore. The forest there is like a monster opening its mouth, swallowing up anyone who tries to penetrate it.

"...You should bring that fortune teller on board so that we can ask him how far away the land covered with gold is from us."

Song Haining said lazily.

Just as he finished speaking, two incredible exclamations suddenly came from the top of the gangway.

"Ahead! Look at the sky!"

"What is that?!"

Heaven?

Hearing the sound from above the gangway, Song Haining and Mogawei who were on the deck were stunned.

Hou Jie was the first to come to his senses and shouted in surprise, "Silver Moon Goddess is on top." Then he trotted towards the top of the gangway in a hurry.

Is the prophecy true?

Looking at the overjoyed guy, Song Haining had a strange expression on his face.

Although he instinctively did not believe in mysticism, he still stood up from the recliner and followed the Silver Moon Bay businessman up the ladder.

"What did you see? What in front of the sky -"

At the guardrail of the observation deck, Song Haining was about to ask the yelling sailor what he had found, but he stopped mid-sentence.

Looking in the direction the sailor was pointing, he looked across rows of cargo boxes filled with ore, and two white spheres floating below the clouds soon caught his eye.

Because of the distance, the thing looked as small as a balloon, but he didn't think it was just two balloons.

That thing is an airship!

But why is the airship here?

While Song Haining was stunned, Mogawei on the side screamed with joy.

"Airship! It's an airship!"

"I damn well know that thing is an airship... I want to know why there is an airship in this damn place!"

After recovering from the surprise, Song Haining's face showed no trace of excitement. Instead, there was gradually a trace of worry or, to say, fear on his face.

The southern waters are not in a good place right now. The Southern Islands Federation and Shelter 70 have been fighting for more than two months. Both sides are red-eyed and have already abandoned their bottom line.

Before he went to sea, he heard someone say it in a tavern near the Silver Moon Bay Pier.

In order to cut off supplies to the islands of the Federation of Southern Islands, submarines from Shelter 70 are attacking ships indiscriminately in the southern waters. Many ships have been killed in the past month.

If that airship was an observation airship released from Refuge 70, they would probably have marked it on the other side's chart by now.

He pushed open the door of the cab and stepped out. The young man who had previously steered him hurriedly ran behind him and asked.

"Captain, do you want to keep driving forward?"

Before Song Haining could speak, Mogawei standing aside said excitedly.

"I think we should go over there and take a look! Maybe there's a surprise waiting for us there."

Glancing at the guy who hadn't yet realized the seriousness of the matter, Song Haining pondered for a moment and looked at the young man behind him.

"...just keep driving forward."

It was too late to turn around at this point.

What's more, if they change the course at this time, they will have to take a detour from the southernmost point of Baiyue Province. Not only will the navigation time be doubled, but there won't be that much supplies on board.

The young man nodded nervously, turned around and ran into the cab.

Song Haining took out his telescope and stared at the two silver-white airships, trying to discern some clues from them.

Unfortunately, there is no obvious identification mark on the airship.

The only thing that made him feel a little relieved was that the two airships had wide cargo holds. They were obviously cargo airships, not observation airships as he thought.

and--

The rough design didn't look like it came from Vault 70. It might have been something created by the Southern Islands Federation.

But the problem came again soon after.

What is the Commonwealth of the Southern Islands doing releasing balloons in the Baiyue Strait?

Song Haining was puzzled.

While he was staring closely at the two airships, the cargo ship "Mistral" continued to move forward, constantly closing the distance between the two airships.

When the water distance between the two sides was only less than three nautical miles, a scenery he had never seen before suddenly appeared on the yellow-green coastline.

He wasn't the only one paying attention to what was going on along the coastline.

The sailors and mercenaries standing on the side of the ship watching the excitement almost invariably let out even more surprised exclamations than before.

"Is there someone there!?"

"And quite a few!"

"Sha Hai's spirit is above...Are they desperate for their lives?!"

There are no boats on the shore.

Those people should have gotten off the airship.

Looking blankly at the camp on the shore, Song Haining opened his mouth involuntarily and was speechless for a moment.

Mogavi, who was standing next to him, shouted excitedly.

"Port! It's a port!"

To say that thing is called a port is absolutely bragging. This place doesn't even have a pier that extends into the deep water area. The golden beach is completely pristine.

However, the rows of tents and tin houses, as well as the surrounding earthen walls and sentry towers, do not look like they were built just now.

A long time ago, there was a rumor circulating in the taverns of Silver Moon Bay that the Baiyue Province was inhabited by demons who were exiled by the sand sea elves. No one could stay in this land for the rotation of the sun and the moon.

Song Haining didn't believe in the Shahailing, but he believed in the second half of the rumor.

The Camelback Kingdom tried to colonize this land a long time ago, but all attempts ended in failure without exception.

Not to mention the surviving settlements in the southern seas. Many of their ancestors fled to the island from the Baiyue Province.

Someone actually tried to camp along the Baiyue Strait...

Are these guys desperate for their lives? !

Just when everyone on the boat was surprised, two speedboats flying the flag of the Southern Islands Federation approached from the eastern waters.

From a distance, he saw the man on the bow of the speedboat. Song Haining waved his hand in the direction of the cab behind him, made a gesture to stop the ship, and then shouted to the sailors below the gangway.

"Drop the anchor!"

The anchor was thrown from the stern of the ship and hit the seabed heavily. Together with the counter-rotating propeller, it didn't take long for the cargo ship to stop.

The two speedboats divided into two groups, one was on guard in the distance, and the other was approaching.

After boarding the deck with two sailors, Mu Da looked at the captain approaching and spoke concisely.

"Routine inspection, please cooperate."

Song Haining skillfully took out the cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette and handed it over, smiling politely.

"Zaibai, please."

Mu Da took his cigarette, but did not take out a match to light it. He just put it in his pocket under his collar and led the two sailors towards the cargo boxes on the deck.

Seeing the slow movements of those guys, Mogavi couldn't help but get down from the gangway.

"We are delivering iron ore and coal here, so we can't do business with Shelter 70. Besides, they don't have a port to unload the goods."

Mu Da snorted with his nose and said something neutral.

"That's not necessarily the case. If you plan to sell them something cruel, this is the most suitable delivery point. Even if you throw a box down, no one will find it, right? And the seabed here is not too deep, and there are many nearby It’s easy to salvage if you have a reference.”

Mogavi's eyes widened.

"Are you kidding us? We are doing such a small business on such a big ship?"

Damn it?

Can you still play like this?

If I had known, he would have brought some ruthless people who might be interested in Vault 70!

Mu Da stopped and stared at him twice.

Seeing that look, Mogavi was heartbroken. He put away his words with a smile, obediently stepped aside, and at the same time made a gesture of invitation.

"You...please do it."

Mu Da ignored this guy and continued to lead his men to inspect the cargo boxes piled on the deck one by one.

In fact, what he did not say is that his recent mission is not only to prevent passing ships from trading with Vault 70, but also to intercept refugees who intend to go to the southern seas.

Recently, a cargo ship named Rourou was stuck in their port unable to be repaired, and more than a thousand people were eating and drinking but they could not catch up.

Although those guys are paying, this is a special period after all, and the materials on the ring island are not rich.

On the one hand, out of concerns about offending the alliance, and on the other hand, perhaps because of unrealistic illusions about those guys, the Governor's Mansion on the Ring Island did not take strong measures to drive away or cut off the cargo ships waiting in the port. That ship's supplies.

However, they cannot allow those meddling good people to throw refugees into their homes.

In order to prevent more refugees from being stranded at the port of the circular island, the local governor-general came up with an idea and applied to the maritime patrol team of the Federation of the Southern Islands.

If a large number of survivors from Borneo were found among the passing ships, they would be forced to disembark near the Alliance's French Fry Port.

Don’t those guys like to meddle in other people’s business?

Then forget about it!

However, the boats on this ship were all filled with ores. Mu Da looked around and found no one hiding there, so he looked at the captain who was following him and said.

"I'd like to take a look below the cabin."

"no problem."

Song Haining smiled, suddenly thought of something, looked towards the shore to the north and asked.

"Speaking of which, do you know those people?"

"Those ones?"

Mu Da raised his eyebrows and subconsciously followed his line of sight to the north shore of the strait. After seeing the scrawled campground, he looked away hastily.

"They're Alliance people."

"Alliance?!"

Song Haining had a surprised expression on his face.

"You mean...the one in the River Valley Province?"

Mu Da: "Yeah."

Song Haining was stunned for a while, and then he choked out half a sentence.

"...What are those people doing here?"

It must be more than two thousand kilometers away from the valley province!

No wonder they came by airship...

Mu Da said impatiently.

"Then you have to ask them."

Following the patrol leader to the gangway, Song Haining suddenly saw the restless businessman, calling on his mercenaries to drag an inflatable boat onto the deck.

"What are you doing?"

After clapping his hands and getting up, Mogavi looked at the captain who was coming towards him with a smile on his face.

"I plan to take a closer look at the shore to see what those guys are doing. Do you remember the divination I mentioned before? That land covered with gold! Don't you think that beach looks very similar? I have a hunch! The opportunity to make a fortune is here!”

Song Haining stared at him blankly, listening to his nonsense.

"...Are you crazy?"

Mogavi said disapprovingly.

"Staying here is a waste of time anyway, why not do something. Besides, I just went up to have a look, and I have no intention of spending the night on the shore."

Song Haining stared at him and said.

"The inspection will be over soon. There is nothing to see below the cabin. It won't delay you long. We will be on our way soon."

Mogavi said with a hearty smile.

"Then Zheng Min, I'll be down for half an hour at most. You guys wait for me for a while."

As he spoke, he had already ordered someone to throw down the inflatable boat hung with black iron wood, and hastily put a life jacket on himself.

Looking at this guy who was not afraid of death, Song Haining's brows twitched fiercely, but he finally suppressed his words.

"...Come early."

He swore.

For the sake of money, this is the last business he will do with this guy.

Mogavi, who grabbed the ladder with both hands, chuckled.

"Hey!"