"The potatoes are gone."

“！！”

"Sad."

"Abominable business."

"Ideal City, Rice Bucket."

"The barbecue rice is good, recommended."

"Taste it."

“……”

"It's really good."

"Not bad!"

"That's good."

"Satisfied."

“！！！”

……

The entrance to the cafeteria.

Looking at the alphas who were immersed in cooking, a group of soldiers of the 100th Mountain Division were dumbfounded.

"Good guy, eat three bowls alone?!"

"Are these guys all pigs?!"

Seeing the way these guys gobbled up, a young man couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"What does it smell so good?"

Just when he was still hesitating, the young men next to him were already eager to come up.

"Make a bowl ...... to taste"

"I'll have a bowl too."

"Wait for me!"

Not long after, there was a long queue in front of the pick-up point.

The people of the Free State and other settlements saw the people lining up in the Ideal City there, and they followed in the fun.

As we all know, the things in the Ideal City are the best, and the things that can make the residents of the Ideal City line up are also delicious in the world.

No matter how many dishes are prepared in advance, the canteen can't stand tens of thousands of people gathering together to order those few things.

In this way, under the trend of an inexplicable trend, it didn't take long for everyone to drain a large plate of barbecue.

The people who hit the meal ate with relish, and the rest of the people were swallowing.

A group of people just did it and waited.

There are also some people who can't wait to order some other cushions for their stomachs, and find that the taste is unexpectedly good, so they are looking forward to the signature dish of that second light.

Today's victim is cumin-flavored bibimbap.

Surprisingly, however, it was not the barbecue that was out of stock, but the barbecue sauce and cumin for bibimbap......

……

"Eat, eat, you rice buckets know how to eat all day long! What else are you going to do besides eating! ”

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

A few rat people wanted to speak but didn't dare to speak, so they could only hold their heads and be silent.

The chief is right.

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

But the problem is that they haven't eaten either!

The Rice Buckets of Ideal City have a meal card of 3,000 Credits, and their Meal Card is only 100 Silver.

The reason why there is 100 is because there is a minimum recharge threshold for opening a card, and it is impossible to do anything below this number.

Thankfully, there is this threshold, otherwise they have no doubt that General Babita would not even give them 100 silver coins.

There was no red clay to eat, not even a village to rob, and the horsemen who rode and sold their wares looked more than they could fight......

Seeing that these guys were not productive, General Babita was so angry that he wanted to tear off the belt attached to his belly and whip them twice.

These were all Modric's men, the ones who had escaped from their positions yesterday.

But it wasn't exactly the cowardice of the guys that killed Captain Mordrik, but something else that happened yesterday.

He was eating in the barracks' cafeteria, and happened to meet the commander of the legion's airship, General Lium.

In line with the position that the two sides are allies, he immediately came up with a plate, and wanted to say hello with a smile, but he was scolded before he could sit down.

"It's really useless, that stupid McLaren taught you that? Shame on you! It's not as good as not! Lao Tzu bombarded more than you killed in half an hour! Bah, I haven't lasted half an hour, and I'm not as good as Lao Tzu's clone to fight! ”

The guy's voice was not ordinary, and the roar was heard throughout the cafeteria.

Inexplicably, Babita's face was blue and white.

Although this guy scolded McClen, he still had a stomach full of grievances in his heart.

I didn't even blame this guy, and threw the cannonball on the head of Captain Modrik, who didn't have time to retreat.

However, the Willant was a friend of His Majesty, and he still didn't dare to talk back, and under the gaze of everyone, he walked away with his plate in his hand.

No way.

When he was angry outside, he could only spill his temper on his own people.

After roaring for a long time, General Babita gasped twice, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a sip of water, and cursed twice.

“…… What a bunch of rubbish! Rats are indeed rats, and it is unrealistic to expect you to win a battle, so it is better to grow something here and save some food! ”

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

Seeing this, the officer standing next to him hurriedly stepped forward, took his place, stood in front of the group of rat soldiers, and shouted loudly.

"Start today! I am your commander Kumar! Since you can't be a soldier, then return the gun to Your Majesty and go to farming! This wasteland beneath your feet is your job, and I need you to turn it over and plant cabbage and potatoes here! This is your last chance to prove that you are still useful! ”

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

Farming?

Are you kidding?

They came to fight, not to be peasants.

However, Babita was clearly not joking with them, and walked up to a rented truck and waved his hand.

A dozen soldiers next to him immediately jumped into the truck, dragged the bundles of sacks with hoes and shovels, and in a few moments formed a small mountain on the ground.

This guy was obviously ready, and even bought the tools for plowing the floor.

But looking at the old appearance, eighty percent of them are second-hand goods eliminated in which settlement.

The commander named Makul pointed to the shovel and shovel on the ground and shouted with great vigour.

"Three acres of land for everyone! Give me at least half an acre of work today! ”

"When will you finish your work! When to get out to dinner! ”

……

Under the reprimand of the commander, a group of malnourished soldiers could only bite the bullet and start working with their hoes.

Most of them are from the western part of Borneo.

It was full of aristocratic estates and farms, and the people who lived there were either slaves or serfs. Even a few freemen had worked on the plantations of the nobility.

It is precisely for this reason that farming is not a difficult job for them, but the difference between rich experience and not rich.

Several players of the Death Corps looked at each other from afar, all with strange expressions on their faces.

“…… Good guys, is this empire's expeditionary force on the way? ”

It's just a loss, that's all.

Not really......

Looking at the construction site boy and bricks with surprise written on his face, he touched his chin in contemplation with big eyes and said after a while.

"I don't think that's a good thing."

The construction site boy and brick looked at him stunned.

"Why?"

Debt gave him a meaningful look.

"If you're on the front line right now, and you're behind these guys, do you think it's better to have them or not to be better than them?"

The construction site boy thought about the brick for a while, and then suddenly exclaimed, "it."

It seems to make some sense!

He would rather face mutants alone than a bunch of unreliable guys standing in the back.

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

"Haha, I knew it would be like this! So I've solved this problem for you! ”

Hearing this voice, the two of them looked back together, only to see that it was the mosquito brother.

"Mosquitoes?!"

"Aren't you on the Southern Front? Why are you here? ”

Hooking his arm on the shoulders of the two and patting them, the mosquito looked up at the imperial soldiers wielding hoes, and said with a smile.

"I'm just going to wander around...... Hehe, by the way, come here to expand your business, respond to the call of the manager, and make some extra money. ”

The latter is the point.

It would be good for the average player to be able to understand the income of a line, but a high player like him is naturally not satisfied with the income of a line.

Construction site boy and brick: "Good guy, that thunder plane hasn't made you enough yet?" ”

The mosquito waved his hand and said with a sigh.

"That doesn't make much...... Damn, most of the money is made by those reverse design institutes, and we will make a fraction. ”

Seeing that this guy was underwhelmed, the debtor couldn't help but complain.

"Be content, what else are you doing besides having a brainstorm?"

The mosquito rolled his eyes: "You don't need money to set up a factory?" Do you think the production line fell from the sky? There are also ruined ones, the successful ones are called thunder, and the unsuccessful ones don't even have an official number. ”

In order to make that vertical take-off and landing plasma-engine fighter, his feather brother didn't know how many times he fell to his death.

That's miserable.

However, he just talked about making too little money, not really complaining.

After all, if it was really an unprofitable deal, he wouldn't do it, and at most he wouldn't do it by burning money and playing a ticket.

Moreover, the scientific expedition team can make money, so that it can send money to those players who do the task of recovering relics, and only then can more technologies be unlocked, forming a virtuous cycle of production and research.

The construction site boy and the brick: "Don't talk about the calf, anyway, what kind of business are you eyeing again, tell me about it." ”

The big eyes of the debt who came back to their senses also asked curiously: "Yes, I almost forgot about what you interrupted, what problem did you just say you helped us solve, what is it?" ”

The mosquito squinted and smiled, pointing at the truck in the distance.

"That's what I sold them."

When the two heard this, they were shocked.

"it?!"

"Corrupt military discipline, you!"

"What does it mean to corrupt military discipline? Even that stuff that makes up the numbers deserves to be called an army? Even goblins can't win! The mosquito rolled his eyes, "Lao Tzu chained them here, you can steal the fun." ”

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

Although it's a bit like a fallacy.

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

Mosquito said with a smile.

"What don't you dare to buy? I didn't sell them any bad stuff, just old stuff. ”

And this is the first car, just let those deserters use it first, and the train behind it is still pulling tens of thousands of pieces!

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

Looking at the two of them with surprised faces, Mosquito continued.

"I made a settlement with that guy, and this battle will take a few months, and the cost of food will not be small. In this kind of one-acre land, there are seven or eight hundred silver coins in a season, right? If one person opens up three acres of wasteland, 20,000 people can open up at least 60,000 acres of land, which must be the output value of tens of millions of silver coins! Is it a loss to spend hundreds of thousands of silver coins on some shovels? It's just a lot of money, okay! ”

60,000 acres is 40 square kilometers, a piece of land of 5×8 kilometers.

The entire city of Weifu is a no-man's land, tens of thousands of square kilometers are uninhabited, and it is not too easy to find a piece of arable land along the upper reaches of the Wei River.

The work of clearing the land is a bit difficult, and when the time comes, it is just right to sell a dozen more trucks and tractors to these guys.

If they need it.

However, the two people standing in front of him were concerned about another matter.

"There is so much income from one acre of land in one season?? Are you kidding! ”

The construction site boy and the brick's eyes widened, and the same was true of the debt's big eyes, with an expression of disbelief.

"Ahem, ignoring fertilizers, pesticides and seeds, there are actually so many, maybe there are more! I remember that the Union's subsidies for agriculture were basically in these three categories, but that was not the point. ”

Mosquito smiled and continued.

"The point is that when they have cleared the land and are ready to start planting, I can sell these three to them, and then I can make another profit!"

Naturally, there is no subsidy for the export of goods sold to the outside world.

However, he will not increase the price too much, and will even sell it to them at a slightly cheaper price than the market.

After all, people are not stupid, and they don't have to buy it from him, if it's too expensive, they will find someone else to buy it.

The construction site boy and brick obviously thought of this too, touching their chin and muttering.

"Tens of thousands of acres of fertilizers, seeds and pesticides...... Damn, that has to be a few million silver coins, right? ”

"Millions? The profit is about the same. ”

The mosquito smiled and continued slowly.

"It's not over yet, the crops in the fields are growing, and they have to find someone to sell them, right?"

Debt big eyes were stunned for a moment.

"Can't you sell it to the cafeteria?"

The mosquito looked at him like an idiot.

"How is that possible! It's a military base canteen, not a commissary on your doorstep! People have their own supply chains, and if the contract is signed before the seeds are sown, how can they buy this kind of temporary thing? ”

As he said this, a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"I bet these bunches won't sell! When the time comes, I'll break them and take them away...... Believe it or not, this artificially cultivated 'organic crop' is cheaper than the mass-produced goods imported from Luoxia Province. ”

In fact, in this way, that General Babita can also earn a little.

After all, its labor cost is about 0, and it also suffers those rat people's livestock.

But it's not completely bitter, it's better to work in the rear than to go to the front to grind meat.

According to the post updated by Sisi on the official website, except for the Central Army directly under Borneo and the several armies that the Wilantes gave them assistance, the local troops controlled by the nobles practiced a feudal supply method.

That is, the emperor beats money, and the general spends money.

Including the procurement of logistics materials, as well as the distribution of military salaries, etc., all of which were handled by the latter.

Although the Empire's expeditionary force has been trained by the Legion, after all, it is too far away from the Empire's logistics system, and the "infrastructure access" of the production facilities is too low, and it can't even be transported to Silvermoon Bay, so it still uses the old method of direct payment.

Mosquito already fully understands this point, otherwise he would not have looked at this fat sheep who looked like he didn't have much oil and water, but was actually fat, when everyone was staring at the three companies of the enterprise, the legion, and the academy.

Both looked at him with wide eyes.

Boy.

What a connoisseur......

"Too bad this Dogecoin!" The debt-ridden big eye couldn't help but sigh, "Hang up the street lamp!" ”

"How?" The mosquito gave the guy a blank look, "If I don't spend money for them, won't they take the money back with it in their pockets?" Is this appropriate! ”

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

"The bad one is smoking!"

Mosquito: "......@#%#!" ”

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

In the distance, on the tarmac, four more killer whale transport planes descended with a clear blue arc.

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

They were all wearing exoskeletons painted in stone gray, and the design of the humanoid equipment looked like the products of Ideal City, but the darker hue didn't look as bright as the 100th Mountain Division's "Pioneer I" exoskeleton.

General Modlin, who was standing next to the airport smoking a cigarette, glanced at the men and grinned slightly.

"It seems that the soft-footed shrimp on the east coast also have some guys who can fight."

He was the captain of the 310,000th troop, and he commanded the battle the day before yesterday, and he had seen with his own eyes how difficult those green-skinned mutants and their goblins were to deal with.

The Torch Church used the technology of the Age of Prosperity to forcibly pull the barbarians to a height that they could not have reached, even if it was not the first time that his men had fought against mutants.

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

If 10 is a perfect score, those people will only show a maximum of 4 points for individual quality.

Due to the amateurish performance of some of the details, he couldn't help but suspect that those guys were not standing troops at all, but a group of recruits who had been hard-pulled out to make up the numbers, and they were not even as good as the group of wastelanders in the River Valley Province.

But these guys who just got off the plane now look like some soldiers.

Perhaps these people are the real elite of the enterprise.

"That's the mercenaries of the Cloud Province," the adjutant standing next to him smiled, but with a hint of disapproval on his face, "a bunch of guys who are desperate for money." ”

"No matter why you work hard, those who dare to fight are ruthless," Modlin threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on his boots and crushed it, and said indifferently, "Don't underestimate them." ”

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

With G9 assault rifles in their hands, they were firing at the green target.

Equipped with the most elite optical sights and the helmets with noise reduction, they were all sharpshooters, with only one or two shots occasionally missing the target, and almost all of them hit the bull's-eye.

However, the instructor who walked behind them in an army green vest was clearly not satisfied with this achievement.

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

"Cheer up your spirits!"

"Your opponents are mutants who eat people and don't spit out bones! And it's the kind of green-skinned guy! ”

"They're stronger, more patient, and more cruel than those scaly fishmen! If you fall into their hands, don't think you'll pay the ransom and go home, but pray that they will give you a good time! ”

The boys were accustomed to that rough roar.

But there are also some who love to perform, empty the magazine in advance, and snort.

"You're right, sir! But we're not going to fall into the hands of those fools—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was kicked in the buttocks, and the whole person fell on the table, almost turning over and falling into the shooting range.

The instructor grabbed him by the back of the neck and carried him in front of him like a chicken.

"Report before you speak!"

"Yes! Sir! ”

"Let you shout the report!"

"Report! Report! ”

Looking at the trembling eyes, the instructor's eyes narrowed slightly.

He was a soldier of the 26th Commando Team, and once followed the Cloud Team to follow the footprints and signals of the Pioneer, and walked all the way from Yunjian Province to the Great Desert.

Unlike these guys who signed up for the front line after playing two "chickens", he has not only seen what the wasteland is like, what those mutants are like, but also what those unlucky people who are killed by mutants look like.

But he didn't say anything, just gave the shivering fellow a meaningful look, and then dropped the hand that was holding the man's collar.

Looking at the recruits who stopped what they were doing and looked at the eggs here, he opened his voice and roared.

"Look what I'm doing! Keep an eye on the guys in your hands! Keep your eyes on your goals! Pray it doesn't move, and don't pee when you get to the front! ”

The foul-smelling sound echoed through the training ground, and even the thumping gunshots could not be suppressed.

After the training, a group of people left the training ground in a daze and rushed in the direction of the cafeteria.

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

"Damn...... After scolding Lao Tzu for three months, tomorrow can be regarded as going to the front line! ”

"Haha, Lao Tzu's big knife is already hungry. I'm thirsty! ”

"When the time comes, I'll show you the strength of the Sniper God of P City!"

"I don't know if there's an LD-47 for sale here, that gun is powerful enough!"

"Indeed, the G9 assault rifle is too small! It's not worthy of my exoskeleton at all! ”

"I'll ask the brothers of the alliance to borrow an envoy ...... later."

The doorway to the training ground.

Looking at the noisy guys, he looked at Su Ming who was standing on the side in confusion, swallowed his saliva and asked.

"These guys...... Is it really okay? ”

While most of them themselves are so noisy, that's because they don't really die.

And considering that it was a difficult three days, most people still showed their ability to fight seriously when they really fought.

Obviously.

These NPCs aren't.

It's more like they don't know where they're going tomorrow or what they're going to see when they get there.

Su Ming's expression was a little embarrassed, and he coughed lightly and said.

"Don't look at them like this...... In fact, they also went to the boot camp to train for three months, so they would not lag behind. ”

Edge paddling asked tentatively.

“…… Virtual reality training ground? ”

Su Ming tried to explain.

"That's only 50 percent of the training time...... We also have live-fire training and physical training. ”

The edge paddled stunned.

Boy.

That's 50 percent!

But there is one thing to say.

The council is still good to these rookies, and they fired more bullets in one day today than in the two years before he became a firefighter.

Looking at the excellent equipment, the edge paddling was still a little envious in his heart, just like the young men of those companies looked at him with envious eyes.

It's better to have money......

(End of chapter)