[From today, the submarine fresh water pipeline has been officially opened, and the water tank located on the island has been refilled. According to the water supply agreement signed between the Governor's Office of the Crater and the City Hall of Port Fries, the import price of fresh water is only 0.8 silver coins per tonne! The price of domestic and industrial water in the crater will be restored to the level before the destruction of the Ocean Current power station, and there will be no monthly cap on water consumption. 】

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

Recently, the Daily Survivor also opened a branch in the port of French fries, although the newspaper office is not large, only a small cabin of twenty or thirty square meters.

The president is a Moon-Clan girl named Misa, who was a teacher before the Xilan Dynasty launched a purge of the Moon-Clan.

After learning about the Daily Survivor, she decided to set up a branch in the port to report local anecdotes and promote cultural exchanges between people of all ethnic groups, while helping her fellow Moon people improve their literacy rate.

Some things don't have to wait for the literacy rate to come up, but it is precisely because of doing this that people will have more motivation to take the initiative to learn knowledge.

As for the "Survivor Daily", the admission principle is also quite relaxed, as long as you swear to stand in the position of all survivors, you can be recognized by other branches and the headquarters of Dawning City, and you do not need to stamp a rubber stamp given by the administrator to be considered "orthodox".

Of course, if one of the branches ceases to be on the side of the survivors, the Aurora headquarters and other branches will issue another statement to expel them from the ranks and not to reprint or quote any news from the newspaper, which is also a kind of exit mechanism.

This management and exit mechanism is of course problematic if it is for profit or publicity, but in the words of the administrators, the alliance is not the only newspaper.

If one day all the "Survivors" are withdrawn, or only the one in Dawning City remains, it means that its historical mission is over, and it is time to retire in the museum, and people at that time will naturally find something new to continue walking in its place.

Since there is no paper mill or printing house in the port of French fries, the "Survivor Daily Baiyue Strait Branch" is still a printing factory on the crater for the time being. Some fishermen, sailors, and dock workers who regularly travel back and forth between the port of chips and the crater occasionally bring newspapers back to the island from the shore.

So even if the Daily Survivor is not sold on the roundabout, the newspaper can still be seen on the docks.

"0.8 credits?! , they sold us 1 silver coin! ”

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

Due to their frequent landings, the inhabitants of the crater are no strangers to silver coins, which they can easily convert into money in their pockets.

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

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

It's almost time to go to work.

Recently, there have been more orders from the port of french fries and the port of Golden Gallen, and the factories and ports of the crater are bustling again.

In order to improve the efficiency of loading and unloading, the port office even loaded back the tartry cranes that were piled up in the warehouse and were about to rust, and sent some of the young men who were carrying boxes on the dock to go back to work in the factory.

And they, the old skilled workers who lost their jobs with the large ocean current power station, finally have a job to do.

Truth be told, if there were no more jobs for them on the crater, they were going to try their luck at the port of fries.

I heard that the port automation upgrade is also being carried out there, and the salary is not low, and the only risk is security.

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

"Anyway, even if it's 1 silver coin, it's much cheaper than before! And there is no limit to the amount of water used...... The days of bathing once a day are finally back. ”

It's tropical.

A day without a shower is enough to kill, especially when it is still a job at the docks.

Shortly after the two middle-aged men left, a group of idle young men wandered from the colony to the area, and they happened to crouch where they had squatted earlier.

Not all of them have found work in the factory, and although they are no longer needed at the docks, they still habitually come here to hang out.

After all, many of their friends still work here, and there are some interesting boats that occasionally pass by.

Anyway, they are not in a hurry to make ends meet, and they are in a daze wherever they are, so it is better to find an interesting place.

"Hey! There's something here! ”

A sharp-eyed young man quickly spotted the stack of newspapers tucked under the ladder, pulled it out and unfolded it, and shouted ostentatiously at his companions.

"Look what I found! Newspapers brought back by the sailors! ”

Hearing this shout of surprise, the young men who had just squatted down against the shadows immediately stood up and surrounded them with great interest.

"The latest issue of the Daily Survivor, the newspaper over there at Port Fries! Let me see what is written...... Good guys, the submarine freshwater pipeline is officially open! ”

"Really?!"

"No wonder my mom said yesterday that the water bill had come down...... That's what happened for a long time! ”

"Whew, I found out yesterday."

"I heard that the pipeline will go through a minefield...... Won't it affect the ongoing war? ”

"War? If you don't say it, I'm almost forgetting about it. ”

"This battle has been fought for so long, and I haven't seen a person from the 70 Vault."

A group of boys gathered in front of the newspaper and chattered about the news in the newspaper, and the topic quickly changed from the newly opened submarine pipe to the bar advertisement on the third page of the newspaper.

It had the densest color illustrations in the entire newspaper, and while not particularly exciting, it was a fatal attraction to the young men in the age of the commotion, like the old guys' cigarettes and alcohol.

But not all of them are interested in the illustrations of the commercials that are not nutritious, for example, Suni is sitting here thinking about something else.

A few months ago he was producing canned herring at the canning factory in the crater, and then a series of things happened, the canning line and the automated loading and unloading equipment at the port were forced to close, and he went to the port to do odd jobs at the call of the governor's office.

Now that trade in the crater has resumed, the automation of the port and the production lines of the factories are no longer at a loss, and the governor's office wants them to return to work in the factories.

He always felt like a convenient machine, being led around by the nose.

It's not pretentious.

Seventeen or eighteen years old is the age of crankiness, and if you don't waste your mind on beautiful girls, you can only think about the question of "where you came from and where you are going".

When he read the news of the completion of the submarine freshwater pipeline in the newspaper, he immediately felt a lot of emotion in his heart. Especially when he learned that the pipeline was actually designed by the survivors of Coral City.

That's great.

While the people of the crater were still busy with the confused war and being led by the nose because of the inexplicable things, the unlucky ones had already recovered from the disaster of a few months ago and started a new life.

He also wanted to live a meaningful life......

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

"I want to go to the port of Golden Gallen."

The gossiping boys who were talking about the news fell silent, and for a moment all that was left of the seagulls on the dock was the cooing of seagulls.

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

"What nerves are you having?!"

Golden Gallon Harbor?!

It's not just a few words different from the french fry port next to them, it's another continent more than 2,000 kilometers away!

A wasteland that is more like a wasteland than Haiya Province!

There are no unemployment benefits, no insurance, not even the most basic life security, and the oldest and most primitive form of slavery in the history of human civilization is still practised.

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

The exclamation broke the silence of the scene, and seeing that his friends were looking at him like crazy people, Suni quickly explained.

"Wait, don't be in a hurry to laugh at me...... Remember the ship from before? ”

A muscular young man with freckles on his face was stunned.

"You mean those thighs — wait, aren't they in Port Fries?"

A few months ago, when the cargo ship from the port of Goldgallen docked in the harbor, the wonderful figures on the deck lived in the dreams of many adolescent boys at night.

They were sitting on the dock drinking beer, or even sitting in the same position.

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

"But there's a lot bigger in Harbor Goldgallen - ahem, I mean, there's a huge change going on across the wasteland, and people out there are all moving for a better life, and I'm killing time here!" Suni coughed vigorously and looked at his companions with a serious expression, "Don't you think it's a waste? ”

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

"What's wrong?"

"It's actually nice to see them laugh here."

"I'm in favor," the little fat man, whose face was tanned, nodded, "just take a look at what is going on in the wasteland, it's really gone...... I'm afraid I'm going to have to be stewed into soup. ”

"I can't explain it to you," Suni sighed weakly and looked in the direction of the port with a given look, "I learned so much, not to move boxes in the port, nor to put cans on the assembly line, those jobs can obviously be done by machines...... Let's be honest, I don't really need it here, but I think it might be. ”

The companions glanced at each other, and this time they seemed to understand.

Boy.

After doing it for a long time, this kid wanted to go to the natives in the wasteland to pretend to be a god.

By the way, I will deceive a few more beautiful girls.

"That'...... What do you want to do? ”

I wanted to persuade this whimsical guy again, and the freckled face stared at his eyes seriously, but he didn't expect this guy to even think about what to do after he went there.

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

When the crowd heard this, they were surprised again.

"Teacher?!"

"What can you teach them?"

"You can't find a job yourself!"

"Language, arithmetic, even physics and chemistry, everything that is taught in school," Suni said, counting on his fingers and looking at the crowd, "maybe the knowledge that is not used in the factory can be used there, and I heard that many people there have not even learned how to cook with fire." What's more, it was written in the newspaper before that teachers are needed there, and as long as they are literate, the alliance ...... As for those friends on the north side of the channel, they plan to set up a school in the port of Golden Gallen to combat illiteracy, and their salaries are still paid in silver! There must be one or two thousand a month! ”

Everyone looked at each other, they didn't expect that he had been planning for so long, and even knew the salary of working there.

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

"I'm not going to dissuade you from thinking about it, but it's a wasteland, and you'll have to think it through before you get on board."

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

"I'll talk to my family."

As he spoke, a whistle sounded from the direction of the port, and a large cargo ship was slowly approaching the dock.

The young men sitting on the steps subconsciously looked up over there, and their faces showed surprise.

"Meaty?"

"Those people are back?"

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

What a coincidence.

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

Maybe this is providence......

……

"Welcome! Friends from Port Fries! Friends from the Alliance! ”

The pier at the port of the crater.

Surrounded by a group of exoskeleton-clad soldiers, Chief Inspector Ning walked in front of Midnight Killer with a smile on his face.

It's just that after seeing the appearance of the captain of the jungle corps, the smile on his face was a little tense.

I saw that this guy was full of prosthetics, not only did he have a huge chainsaw and gun barrel welded to his arm, but even his entire body was replaced with steel.

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

With so many prosthetics, is it true that the brain will not break?

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

"It's a pleasure to work with you on a deeper level! Our manager asked me to say hello to you on his behalf! ”

Holding his hand and shaking it, Channing quickly let go of his hand and continued with a big smile on his face.

"We're the same, it's a pleasure to work with you! Also, allow me to take back my previous words...... I didn't expect you to be able to establish yourself in that incredible land, and we've tried and failed many times over the past century. ”

These are the words from his heart.

If he was more apprehensive and worried about the arrival of the alliance two months ago, now it can only be said that it is really fragrant.

The water supply agreement brought far more than just a few hundred or tens of millions of tons of fresh water to the crater, and the currency swap clause attached to the agreement also put nearly half of the island's factories shut down due to the war back into operation!

Especially recently, both the Port of Fries and the Port of Golden Gallen have been engaged in infrastructure construction, and a huge market is opening up to all allies of the Alliance.

The profits from the export of industrial products and equipment not only solved the financial pressure on the crater authorities from unemployment subsidies and war taxes, but even turned the subsidized coal-fired power plants into a profit because the coal mines were cheaper!

It would be even better if the blue coats on the shore could solve the problem of electricity together.

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

Soon an undersea high-voltage cable will be crawling along the water pipe to the island, and they will be able to shut down the coal power plant and do more with the silver.

As for the Heavenly Court and the brood located at the bottom of the sea, although it is naturally best to solve it, even if it can't be solved, it will continue to live.

Moreover, there are already successful cases in the province of the valley to solve the brood problem.

They didn't have to use the Torch Church in the first place......

……

After shaking hands with Chief Inspector Ning, Midnight Killer followed him to the square at the junction of the port and the wharf.

There is a fountain carved out of marble, and a hammer that symbolizes order stands in the center of the fountain.

The statue of the fountain was completed in Dawning City, transported by cargo airship to the port of fries, and then transported here by cargo ship.

As a blessing to the undersea pipeline and as a symbol of friendship, the Alliance presented the "never-ending fountain" to local survivors.

The fountain is connected to the submarine fresh water pipeline, and as long as the fresh water from the french fries port is still being delivered to the island, the water in the fountain will not dry up.

At the same time that the two of them landed at the port, the two hundred players belonging to the Jungle Corps who had gathered on the deck also set foot on the port of the crater with the footsteps of the two.

The shiny armor of the "K10" ironclad exoskeletons exude a blood-pumping glow in the sun, just like the sun walking on land.

The harbor was crowded with onlookers, and the dense lattice buildings along the coast of the island also pushed open their windows.

Young men and girls, old men and children, cast curious glances at the well-organized and well-equipped troops.

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

It was the first time they had seen an army on land, and the first time they had seen such a battle exoskeleton with such thick armor and such a large number.

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

And even the kind of combat exoskeleton designed for close-quarters firefights is still as small as a toothpick in front of this walking chariot.

The scratches on the paint are like medals, these ruthless men are real warriors who have come down from the battlefield, and have been through countless battlefields!

There was a little admiration and admiration in their eyes, after all, these people were coming in the same direction where they had fled.

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

They didn't even bring weapons and didn't make deafening footsteps, just walked neatly forward with the insignia of the Alliance and jungle-colored livery.

Compared with the sense of solemnity, the survivors standing on the harbor and watching felt more safety and reliability.

No one doubts that they came with a peaceful purpose!

The Jungle Legion players stopped at the entrance to the dock and stopped in a row on the front of the fountain, not continuing on.

It was not only the residents of the crater who were watching this army, Channing was also looking at this army of tigers and wolves armed with steel to the teeth, and secretly admired it in his heart.

No wonder that empire was no match for them.

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

But—

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

It's a pity.

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

The reason for making such a comparison is not that he has any second thoughts, or that he wants to divide the family with his fathers and fellow villagers here, but just that it would be nice if this big tree could be taller and stronger.

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

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

However, although Channing was slightly disappointed in his heart, he did not show that little problem on his face.

He was a man of easy contentment.

In general, he was quite satisfied with this ally.

With the landing of the Jungle Corps, the band on the shore played welcome music, and the ceremony entered a crucial part.

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

"May our friendship last!"

Midnight Killer also put his right fist to his chest and said in an urn sound.

"May our friendship last forever!"

Witnessing this historic moment, the crowd gathered around the harbor erupted in warm applause and whistles, as well as excited cheers.

The staff in the square threw the pre-prepared streamers and fireworks into the air, and the music played by the band pushed the atmosphere of the scene to a high level. Tide.

The port was filled with jubilant celebrations, as if it were a festival.

At the same time, the warhammer standing on the fountain sprayed water, and a looming rainbow fell along with the dripping droplets.

Everyone's eyes converged on the rainbow, and their faces were filled with excitement and anticipation.

The days of water scarcity are finally coming to an end!

And tomorrow will be even better!

Channing and the port officials also clapped with smiles on their faces, and the worries and worries that hung in their hearts fell along with the spray of water.

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

The celebratory atmosphere and the sound of music came to an abrupt end like a punctured balloon, and the band's players and drummers stopped their movements and looked in the direction from which the sirens were coming in stunned.

The same was true of the survivors gathered in the harbor, their faces invariably panicked and dazed, and they looked around in a hurry, not knowing what was happening.

Normally, alarms are only triggered when Vault 70 ships attack fishing vessels, cargo ships, or underwater facilities in nearby waters.

But this is a crater on the edge of the southern seas, and the alarm hasn't been sounded for a long time, except for special circumstances such as drills.

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

Governor Channing was just as confused, staring blankly in the direction of the siren, unsure of what was going on.

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

Boy.

This is work?!

It's been a while since the plot CG.,Don't wait for the promotional PV of the new map to be made.,The new and cloud players who don't know the situation still think they're NPCs.。

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

They can't wait to show their hands to this group of guys who have never seen the world!

At this time, a staff member of the port office ran over and hurriedly leaned into Channing's ear to say a few words.

Channing was slightly stunned, then his face changed instantly, he looked at the commander of the alliance corps standing aside, and said in a serious tone.

"Our patrol patrolling the waters near the minefield detected an explosion...... It was as if it were an area through which a water pipeline would pass. ”

After a pause, he continued.

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

As he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but glance at the fountain, but he saw that the spray did not stop at all.

The water continued to flow outward, seemingly unaffected.

Looking at Governor Chanin, who was as nervous as a great enemy, he said with a hearty smile at midnight.

"Don't be nervous, little problem."

Channing was stunned for a moment, suspecting that he had misheard, and couldn't help but repeat the question.

"Minor questions?"

Midnight Killer nodded and explained with a sincere smile.

"We knew this was going to happen two months ago, and with all the fuss you have made, maybe the problem will be solved."

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

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

"We're recording video."

Channing: "......?" ”

Staff: "??? ”

(End of chapter)