If the city of Avente is the heart of the 910,000 square kilometers core territory of the Southern Corps, then the Ravenca industrial area is the heart of its 2.7 million kilometers of colony.

Although the manufacturing industry of the latter is not as dense as the former, it is better than the abundant raw materials and labor, except that the high-end production capacity is not as good as the former, and the low-end production capacity is not far behind the former.

In particular, two railway lines crisscrossing the vast majority of mines and factories in 2.7 million square kilometres are connected.

With this feng shui treasure laid down, the troops of the alliance can take over the production facilities and strategic facilities along the railway line as long as they sit on the railroad and take a walk.

This was undoubtedly a fatal blow for the Southern Corps!

For now, it is clear that Tyr has no intention of sitting still.

Multiple teams of 10,000 people numbered in the triple digits are carrying tens of thousands of clone cannon fodder in the direction of the Ravenca industrial area.

At present, the 100th Division of the enterprise and the 101st Division, which have just landed, have been sent to intercept it, and the Goblin Corps, which has been transferred to the Ravenca Industrial Zone, and the Ideal City Air Force will ensure the safety of the airspace and provide air fire support to the ground forces.

On the other hand, the task of co-opting the Legion and resettling the survivors affected by the war was entrusted to the Skeleton Corps and other coalition forces.

Although the arrogant Council looked down on the "rags" of the Legion, the Alliance was quite interested in those things.

Although the steel produced by this thing cannot be used in the high-rise buildings of the Ideal City, and the products produced cannot stimulate the economic growth of the Ideal City, an industrial base capable of integrating 2.7 million square kilometers of resources is essential for the reconstruction of the wasteland.

Taking a fancy to the value behind this industrial zone, Chu Guang specially issued tasks to several leading players who were on the front line through the mission system on the official website, instructing them to do a good job in rescuing local survivors and avoiding the loss of production facilities as much as possible.

In addition, he also invited bids from Ideal Group, one of the five major groups of Ideal City, and its subsidiaries to study the "capacity transformation" plan for the Ravenca Industrial Zone, through the collective holding companies of Vault 404 such as Niuma Group.

Although the war is not over yet, the suspense of victory or defeat is not much for the alliance and its allies.

They are already free to do something more meaningful than the war itself.

For example, upgrading some backward production capacity, and diverting most of the military production capacity to civilian and infrastructure fields.

Anyway, the alliance can't use the Conqueror "Ten", so it's better to remove the armor steel hanging on the tracks of this thing and replace it with a tractor and excavator.

Cargo airport in the industrial area of Ravenca.

Fang Chang and Lao Bai, who were wearing power armor, stepped down from the transport plane that had just stopped, and just happened to bump into the edge that had just arrived.

"Yo, dude on the edge, long time no see!"

"Fang Chang? Old white? Haha, you're here too! ”

Seeing Fang Chang and Lao Bai, his eyes lit up when he paddled on the edge, and he scolded with a smile after saying hello.

"Damn, before Lao Tzu came, I heard that there was a big move here, and I rushed over in a hurry, but after the people arrived, everything was over!"

Lao Bai said with a smile.

"Hahaha! I'm different from you, I didn't expect that guy to give us a tail. ”

The edge paddled and glanced out of the airport.

"What about moles? That guy didn't come to pick us up. ”

Fang Chang said with a smile.

"I just saw him post on the forum, saying that something is wrong in the industrial zone."

As soon as he heard that there was a situation, the edge paddling face immediately showed an expression of eagerness.

"What's the situation?"

Seeing that this guy was gearing up, Fang Chang smiled and said.

"If you expect to do a big job, it's not the kind of situation you think."

After a pause, he added.

"Something went wrong in the factory, and the alien laborers heard that the Willant had lost the battle, and blocked the factory owner, engineers, managers, and their families. Fortunately, the mole arrived in time and transferred more than a dozen armored vehicles to shake the field, and now the two sides are still facing each other. ”

Some people may indeed hold back the fire, but it is not excluded that some of them are mixed with robbery.

Although this is the Willant people's own trouble, they can't just let it go.

After all, there are also Willantes in the Alliance's army.

And if they are allowed to resolve the conflict with emotions rather than laws, it will inevitably turn into a massacre of another group of people in the end.

The mole has no experience in this kind of work, and it is okay to force two sentences on the forum, but in practice it is confused.

But this guy is also self-aware.

Once the situation was under control, he did not make any further moves, but waited for the experience to come.

As for this experienced person, it is naturally himself.

It's not that Fang Chang is narcissistic, there is really no one in the entire server who is better at doing this kind of thing than him.

After all, the example of the Golden Gallen Harbor is there.

From landing at ports to smashing the original chain of interests, to supporting the new class, separating the judicial, legislative and law enforcement powers, establishing a more equal distribution system, selecting representatives from various industries to set up representative councils, and appointing technical officials to establish a municipal civil service system, and a series of measures...... It's a textbook makeover.

He doesn't even have to brag about it, the residents of Port Golden Gallen themselves recognize him as a godfather.

Even the difficult progress of the workers' union in the area is largely due to the fact that his Baiyue company is doing so well and shining so brightly that the people of Golden Gallen, who are busy making money, are not interested in studying the Boulder City model at all.

Otherwise, Ou Ren and other workers would not have been squeezed out of Xifan Port and even Shezhou to develop members.

Although Fang Chang admits that the success of Golden Gallen Port has an element of luck, and luck cannot be replicated, the idea of solving the problem can be referred to.

For example, first erect the stick of violence to deter speculators who want to fish in troubled waters, then throw the carrot of economic growth, and by re-establishing a more equal distribution mechanism, the local aliens and the Willant people can eat this carrot.

The latter, in particular, is the most critical.

The vast majority of failed cases, whether the fuse is religion or tradition, or hatred and the most primitive relationship between men and women, in the final analysis, is due to the uneven distribution, which makes the society have a strong need for "shuffling", and people would rather lose than have all the chips eaten by a small group of people.

As for the carrot itself, it doesn't matter if it's big or small, as long as you have it, the difference is just a matter of speed and slowness.

And it is not difficult for the alliance to change a carrot out.

Ten settlements on the Death Coast, a space elevator project in the southern seas, and ports along the Baiyue Strait...... These are visible needs.

The pie that their esteemed managers are drawing now is enough for the heavy industry factories here to schedule orders until next year, let alone in the future.

As long as there are enough orders, the Ravenca Industrial Zone will continue to exchange the minerals of the Great Desert and the storage capacity for money.

The mature light industry production line of the Golden Gallen Port and the younger brothers of the alliance can allow the local people to spend the money they earn, so as to pull up each other's living standards, and under the temptation of interests, let the local factories take the initiative to complete the transformation of production capacity and take the initiative to adapt to the shape of the alliance supply chain.

Economic prosperity can mask some of society's contradictions and buy a window of time for modest reforms and the resolution of historical grievances.

The legacies left by the Southern Legion were enough for the locals to rebuild their homes as they wished.

And the Willant people living in the area will also have plenty of time to rebuild a new relationship of trust with the locals.

I already have the idea of solving the problem in my heart,

"Alright, let's stop wasting time here, let's go and help the mole out of the siege first."

Looking at Fang Chang, who had a confident face, Lao Bai smiled and quipped.

"Looks like you've figured out how to get it."

"That's necessary," Fang Chang smiled faintly and said confidently, "You don't want to see who I am." ”

The edge paddling couldn't help but complain.

"Damn, this guy is pretending to be forced to even forget who he is."

……

After the greetings, the group did not delay in the square and walked in the direction of the industrial area.

A large group of people were indeed gathered there, and the angry people carried shovels and shovels in their hands, and there was a posture of wanting to lift the factory up.

If it weren't for the coalition armored vehicles parked here, they would have already done it.

The hatred of these people is understandable, after all, these iron bumps have not brought any good to their lives, but have brought endless harm.

Before the Legion set foot on the land, their lives, while also poor, were at least leisurely.

However, when the Southern Legion arrived, they first took control of their water sources, then seized their pastures and farmland, forced them to work in factories, and then used their meager salaries to buy stainless steel-smelling pastes from the Legion.

Something that is truly nutritious never needs to emphasize that it is nutritious, and nutritional paste is the kind of thing that is not even as good as junk food, and everyone who has eaten it in the wasteland knows it.

Of course they didn't dare to complain when General Rubis was still around, but now that that guy has been killed by the Alliance, they can't wait to kill every guy with a big nose first.

But understanding is understanding, and it is impossible to let them mess around like this.

Fang Chang, who was wearing power armor, walked in front of the crowd and threw a "give it to me" look at the mole, who was finally relieved, before turning on the speaker and shouting at the black crowd.

"Everyone! Please calm down—"

Fang Chang was pondering what to say in the opening remarks when a dark-skinned old man suddenly sent himself out.

The old man was thin and small, and his face was furrowed, as if he had suffered a lot.

Those eyes were bloodshot, and the whites of the eyes were extraordinarily white, like the beasts he had seen on the battlefield.

"Why are you protecting the Willantes! Are you in the company of them? ”

Fang Chang looked at him and said without flinching.

"We are not taking sides, but we want to liberate all the suffering survivors of the wasteland...... I would like to ask you, what did you do before we came here, and why didn't you resist when we needed you the most? ”

The old man was stunned, including several young people around him, obviously not realizing that the guy in front of him was actually aiming at him.

Not at all polite to them, Fang Chang continued.

"The Willant had machine guns, there were cannons, there were planes...... But this is not a reason, we have faced what you have seen, and we have seen no less than you have suffered the fears. But what did you do when we came together? Rushing into the factories of the Southern Corps to grab life? Even if you don't dare to fight with them, it's okay to organize and refuse to cooperate or be lazy, right? ”

"I'm not talking cool words, or standing and talking without feeling a backache, the fact is that you didn't do anything, and then in turn asked why we didn't condone your revenge, that's what you let us see."

The scene was chaotic, and the noisy sound was boiling.

Although he had expressed his dissatisfaction with the alliance as tactfully and even mildly as possible, there were still many people who couldn't stand the rebuke and became even angrier.

To be honest, Fang Chang was a little surprised.

He had thought that Borneo was a wasteland floor, but he didn't expect that there was a basement under the floor.

These people didn't understand what he was saying, they just howled like wild beasts.

Fang Chang's heart sank slightly.

It was a bit different from what he had expected.

Looks like it's time for a change of strategy......

At the same time that Fang Chang lowered his expectations, the soldiers standing next to the armored car all tensed their nerves, and their index fingers were already attached to the insurance.

As for the Willant civilians hiding in the factory, the expressions on their faces were already desperate.

At this time, a young and strong young man stood up from the crowd and stared at Fang Chang angrily.

"We didn't do anything? How could we have done nothing! The Werants killed our people, we just want them to pay for their lives, why are you stopping us! ”

Fang Chang stared at the wheat-colored face.

"What's your name?"

The young man said with his head held high.

"Bokassa!"

"Who killed your child, and what is his name?" Fang Chang continued to ask.

Bokassa's expression froze slightly, and he waved his arms and said in a confused manner.

"Everyone, more or less!"

The mole, who was sitting in the turret of the tank, was somewhat impatient and asked.

"Then how do you want to solve it?"

Bokassa said unceremoniously.

"It's easy! Give us their mothers, wives, and daughters, and let them have as many as we have died. ”

Hearing this, Fang Chang, who was scorched by thunder, almost choked on his own spit.

He rarely eats deflated, and this time he has eaten about a whole year's serving.

The people gathered here were different, and they were not at all ashamed of what the young man said, but shouted excitedly, "Well done".

"Don't let the men go!"

"They've got to watch! Ha ha! ”

"Wowo wo wo!!"

The people whistled at him and clapped their hands above their heads, as if he had spoken their hearts, and he became the king of all the tribes in this moment.

Bokassa had a smug expression on his face, and then looked at Fang Chang defiantly.

The expression seemed to say—

You see, we're also united.

Edge paddling glanced at Lao Bai with a subtle expression, and said in a low voice.

"How are these guys as ...... as mutants?"

The Great Desert is the center of the Age of Prosperity.

Even if the people who live here have forgotten the past, they will not degenerate to this extent......

Lao Bai was not surprised at all, but narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Maybe I've been with mutants for a long time."

Actually, think about it.

They had discovered several versions before that the gray mutants had learned a lot from humans, and that learning the behavior was always mutual.

While the gray mutants learn from the Buraku people of the Great Desert, these Buraku people are also learning from the powerful mutant tribes, including the cruelty and savagery of the latter.

These attributes dilute the civility in them.

It is even very likely that the only bit of civility in their veins was learned from the Willantes.

From this point of view alone, the colonization of the Southern Legion may not be all bad for them themselves, and it does not conflict with the fact that the colonization itself is evil.

At least the aliens in Blackwater Lane in Eternal Night Harbor seem to be a little closer to civilized.

Lao Bai couldn't think of a better way to treat them.

If these guys were allowed to smuggle into the Alliance, it would undoubtedly be a disaster for the Alliance.

And it's an endogenous disaster......

Lao Bai couldn't help but rejoice in his heart, thanks to the labor insurance workers in the Borneo country, they hurt the face of the radicals of the alliance, let the conservatives take advantage of the situation, raised the threshold for applying for ID cards, and established the immigration bureau.

Now it seems that the threshold needs to be raised a little more!

Obviously, he thought of going with Lao Bai, and paddled his head at the edge.

"It's not going to end...... Brother Fang was still trying to convince them, but I don't think they wanted to hear it at all. ”

Old White grinned.

"It's a bit unkind to say that, but it's actually quite interesting to watch him eat deflated once in a while."

Maybe it was because they were too smooth sailing in Borneo province before, and they were made difficult by dog planning.

However, he didn't think it was a bad thing to suffer a loss once in a while, and his good brother was indeed a little inflated.

At this moment, the chief was still arguing with the young man named Bokassa, and the argument had moved from the "way of struggle" to the matter of unity itself.

However, he didn't realize that the moment he was dragged into the quagmire and rolled around, he had already lost.

"Solidarity? You say we're not united enough? Bossaka glared at him, then looked back at the people behind him who were supporting him, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Tell them that our regiment is not united!" ”

"Unity!!" A crowd of people raised their hands and shouted, shouting slogans that were not at all neat but unanimous.

Fang Chang sneered.

"Solidarity? Don't you think that getting together is called unity, do you have a unified program? Do you know what you're doing and what you're going to do? And what kind of life do you hope to live in the future, and what do the people around you think...... If you really knew, you wouldn't be standing here babbling at us for candy, but choosing someone from among you who can speak to us on your behalf! ”

Bossaka said unceremoniously with his big eyes at Brass Bell.

"Candy? Who the wants candy! We want the Willantes! Their money! Their house! Their women! That's what each of us thinks, if you ask them, I'm their representative! ”

As soon as his words fell, the shouts of his supporters rang out again.

"That's right!"

"He's right!"

"He's who we are!"

Fang Chang's brows twitched fiercely, he raised his index finger and pressed the center of his eyebrows, and once again lowered his expectations for these people in his heart.

Not right-

He suddenly reacted.

This young man is not right, and the person who gets the situation wrong is actually himself. He tried to open the door of the cage, but forgot to see if it was an animal or a human inside.

Just as he was about to say something, the crowd directly opposite suddenly got out of the way.

A burly man stepped out of the crowd with heavy steps.

His body is made up of two parts, half knotted muscles and half steel. And at this moment, on the angular steel, there is a shocking amount of minced flesh and blood.

That fierce and vicious appearance is like a heavenly demon descending to earth!

And the plasma hanging on him is clearly the enemy's.

And judging from the few heads he carried in his hands, it was still the blood of a mutant powerhouse!

Striding to the tank where the mole was sitting, Midnight Killer threw the fang-turned heads he was carrying to the ground, and said with a hearty smile.

"That's it!"

The open space in front of the factory was silent, and the air seemed to be frozen.

The people who were originally excited all fell silent, and the noisy scene was quiet for a moment.

Fang Chang never thought that he had shouted his throat and didn't solve the problem, so he actually asked Brother Ji to solve it with three words.

And what made him vomit blood even more was that what this guy said was not a human language!

It's Mandarin that NPCs don't understand at all!

After all, it was a report on the battle situation, and there was really no need for the NPC to understand, so Midnight Killer casually shook the plasma hanging on the chainsaw, and continued casually.

“…… There are quite a lot of people from the Sad Wind Clan, more than 2,000 big guys! But these guys can't do it, they can't compare with the greenskins on the Ten Peaks Mountain, they don't shoot accurately, they are hard and cowardly, they want to surrender before they are half dead, I don't agree with them and run away...... Tsk, it took a lot of work to chase these guys. ”

When he said this, he smiled innocently.

"By the way, all the living people in the nest have been rescued, there must be five or six hundred, and seeing that they are not in a good mental state, I didn't let them count. Listen to the mutants themselves, some of them were sold to them by the Southern Legion, and some were sold by nearby tribes and slave traders...... In short, it is better to settle them down first, and it is better to arrange a few more doctors. ”

Speaking with his conscience, he felt that his smile was still relatively sunny.

However, others apparently don't think so.

Looking at this bloodied and smiling demon, the survivors around him were all stupefied, especially since this demon was still speaking a language they didn't understand.

Including the lad named Bossaka.

He was still indignant and shouting a second ago, and he instantly looked like a deflated balloon, and his wheat-colored face was even whiter like powder, and he stammered and couldn't say a word.

Looking at the chainsaw covered with blood and the heads on the ground that belonged to the strong, he couldn't help but take a step back.

Fear was written in those shaky pupils, and there was a hint of worship underneath that fear...... Or envy.

That's the awe of power!

At the same time, it is also the earliest and most primitive worship in the animal kingdom!

Not only him, but also the survivors who gathered around him.

In this instant, they had chosen the new kings of the tribes!

The mole sitting on the turret held his forehead with a headache, not knowing whether to be happy or helpless.

Midnight Killer scratched the back of his head, turned his head to look at Elder Brother Fang with a complicated expression, and said a little embarrassed.

"Am I here at the wrong time?"

Fang Chang shook his head.

"No, you're just in time...... I'll leave it to you what to do in the future. ”

Midnight Kill: "......? ”

(End of chapter)