Chapter 436 Caliber is justice!
Looking at these restless guys, Mole smiled and said to himself, go ahead and spread it, it's better to spread it more outrageously.
This way, I will feel more balanced.
However, he was secretly happy for less than two seconds, and the good brothers of the Skeleton Corps surrounded him.
The brothers were not polite at all, and they didn't even say a word of greeting. As soon as they met, they asked anxiously.
"Brother, where is the game?"
"Is it on sale?"
"How much sales?"
"Why don't you bring a game console back to see!"
Mole's expression was a little embarrassed, scratching the back of his head embarrassedly, and said with a smile.
"Just released, just released... What sales can be expected if it was only put on the shelves last night."
As for the game console, there is even less to do.
That thing needs the endpoint cloud to provide information services.
Although I heard that the server of the shelter is also a quantum computer, the administrator should not use the precious computing power and nuclear energy to play games for them.
Yin Lena said to Mole with a funny smile on her face.
"It's a deal, if you fail, you have to sell your ass and return it to us."
"More than one million, brother!" Elf King Fugui also had a smiling expression on his face, patting his shoulder hard, "Don't forget, that's more than one million!"
Mole's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, when have I ever cheated you? This project is absolutely reliable! It's very stable!"
While saying this, he was madly complaining in his heart.
These bastards!
I'm helping you make a fortune and cutting the leeks of your neighbors, but you're just staring at that little bit of capital!
Can you have a little vision!
As long as their game sells well in Ideal City, the brothers of the Skeleton Corps will immediately become the richest tycoons in the entire alliance!
Everything will be fine!
However, these guys who like to watch the fun and don't mind the big things are obviously not concerned about that little bit of money.
The main reason is to see if this guy will really sell his ass after losing money.
Senior cloud player [Professor Yang, the King of Thunder] has already opened a bet on the forum, spending a huge amount of money, a silver coin, betting that his game will never be popular.
The reason is very simple.
In terms of setting, even if it is not the prosperous era, he has been playing the "Internet" for more than 200 years, and the time he has been surfing is longer than the earth!
What kind of flying pigs have you not seen?
The reason why they don't have that type of game is not because they can't make it, but the result of market selection!
Brother Ye Ao also bet half a silver coin of New Year's money, but he didn't have so many twists and turns, mainly because he didn't need that money.
To be honest, although the game is virtual, virtuality must also be logical. As long as it is different from his logic, it must be impossible, even if it is possible, it is illogical!
Logical closed loop, there is nothing wrong with Lao Tie!
Everyone is joking.
At this time, a blue power armor, carrying a huge nitrogen power hammer and Gauss rifle, walked towards the crowd.
Out of respect for the adult (favorability), everyone quickly stopped talking nonsense.
Especially Mole, when he saw the manager, he seemed to have seen a savior.
He quickly seized the opportunity to get rid of the entanglement of his good brothers, raised his head and stood up with a loyal face, knocking his right fist on his chest.
"Dear manager, may I ask what you want to do by recalling your most loyal warrior?"
Chu Guang smiled faintly.
He did not answer directly, but simply waved his hand.
"Follow me."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the outside of the airport.
Seeing the broad back, Mole was slightly stunned, and then he was excited and hurriedly followed.
He did not say it in public.
There must be some big action!
Just as the mole was bathed in the envious and jealous eyes of the crowd, and followed the camp boss happily towards the military camp, a pale lady was limping off the plane with the help of the cabin door.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, she couldn't help but retching.
In fact, it stands to reason that the killer whale transport plane is at least powered by a "hair dryer", and it flies much more steadily than an "oil hair dryer".
But people have different physiques, and some people are born to be unable to stand this kind of transportation.
For example, Li Shuyue is such a person.
She didn't know why this happened. This was her first time leaving Ideal City, and the first time she went to such a far place.
Obviously, she didn't feel anything when she took the maglev car and the elevator, but she started to get airsick not long after leaving Ideal City.
Li Changkong looked at the woman who got off the plane in surprise, and hurriedly walked up to her, trying to help her.
"Mr. Li? Why are you here?"
Although Ruyue Group is only a subsidiary of Ideal Group, no one dares to underestimate this CEO.
As the construction manager of Ideal Group, Li Changkong is relatively familiar with the family status of the major shareholders in the group.
For example, Li Shuyue, her father is one of the major shareholders of Ideal Group.
Ruyue Group can achieve a market value of 10 billion, of course, the CEO's personal ability is in it, but the background also played a significant role in obtaining financing and orders from Ideal Group.
This situation is not uncommon in Ideal City.
Since Ideal City's decentralized management was originally implemented in the financial field, there is no such thing as a central bank there, nor is there a bank serving the central bank.
The asset management and venture capital departments of major groups have performed some of the functions of banks. Generally, if a startup company wants to obtain funds, it either borrows money from other companies, or launches a crowdfunding project on the endpoint cloud, or can only obtain venture capital from other companies or potential customers through roadshows.
As for why this phenomenon occurs, it has to start with the nature of the currency Cr (credit points).
"...Is this the Dawn City?" Li Shuyue looked around, looking at the bare land and the monotonous hangars in the distance, with a slightly disappointed expression.
It feels like a very ordinary survivor settlement.
It may not even be comparable to some slightly larger survivor city-states in Yunjian Province.
When she was investigating relevant information on the endpoint cloud before, she still had some expectations in her heart.
Especially those scholars and experts in the ideal city, who boasted without blushing, and wanted to blow the alliance into the hope of human civilization, one of the few sociological experimental fields that have achieved results, compatriots with different blood ties, and a paradise for idealists...
In short, people who have been there say it's good, and people who haven't been there also say it's good.
As a result, I saw...
That's it?
Just my personal opinion,
Maybe the alliance is too young, her first impression was a little disappointing, and she was even a little worried about the investment.
"Yes, this is the airport in the north of Shuguang City. Go a little south and you will reach the city. There is a highway over a hundred kilometers long that we built!"
Li Changkong said with great excitement, showing off the results of his work over the past month.
Li Shuyue, who was still airsick, nodded, but her expression was obviously not very interested.
She just wanted to find a place to solve her personal hygiene problem.
"Is there a washing area here?" Her expression was slightly unnatural, and what she wanted to say was written on her face.
"Washing area?"
Li Changkong was stunned, and then smiled awkwardly as if he had thought of something, "There is a public toilet... but you may not be used to it."
Li Shuyue looked confused, not understanding what was wrong with this, there must be a separate toilet and wash basin.
Seeing her confused expression, Li Changkong said embarrassedly.
"Well... they are still in the initial stage of development, and the conditions here are a bit primitive. You have no business trip experience, and you chose such a difficult place right away... Actually, I don't recommend it. I suggest you prepare yourself well before coming here."
Li Shuyue looked back at the plane, and the moment she saw that thing, her legs subconsciously weakened.
It's not impossible to take a plane back now.
But -
Her stubborn temper came up.
Since she came here, she can't go back empty-handed.
Gritting her teeth, Li Shuyue turned around with a cold face, and her crescent-like eyes narrowed.
"Do you underestimate me?"
Li Changkong said with a smile.
"How could it be?"
Li Shuyue said indifferently.
"Please help me arrange a hotel... the best hotel here."
"Okay!" Nodding quickly, Li Changkong thought that it was too late to build a building now, so he could only bite the bullet and said, "I'll help you contact it right away!"
The most famous hotel in the alliance is naturally the roadhouse.
However, it is famous not because of how comfortable the hotel itself is, but because of the liveliness here.
Because merchants from all over the country often stay here, the news here is often the most well-informed. Sometimes the bartender at the bar will know things that the manager does not know first.
Just standing at the door.
Looking at the bustling hotel lobby, Li Changkong, who came here for the first time, became embarrassed again and spoke quickly.
"How about... I will help you apply for the qualification of the parent company's dispatched personnel, and you can live in the embassy as a diplomat. The house there and the cement are shipped from Ideal City."
Li Shuyue shook her head and stepped over the threshold with her suitcase.
"That's not compliant, I will live here."
Li Changkong's expression became a little subtle.
If we really talk about the issue of compliance...
It's better to discuss how you came here.
But then again, the group and the board of directors did not have a clear regulation that "irrelevant persons" were not allowed to take military aid flights for business reasons.
Noticed the situation at the entrance of the hotel.
Lisa, dressed in a waiter's uniform, came forward, looked at the well-dressed lady in front of her with restraint, and said carefully.
"Hello, ma'am, are you... looking for someone?"
Although she was carrying luggage in her hands, Lisa still subconsciously felt that this person was not a guest who would stay here.
"I'm here to stay," Li Shuyue glanced at the old man behind the bar, then looked at Li Changkong next to her, frowned, "Why are there still child laborers here?"
"I'm an adult." Lisa hurriedly explained.
Li Changkong hurriedly said: "I can assure you that the laws and enforcement of the alliance are definitely the benchmark for the entire River Valley Province!"
Li Shuyue glanced at Lisa suspiciously, but did not embarrass the little girl, and said in a soft voice.
"Can you help me find a quieter guest room?"
Lisa nodded obediently.
"Yes! Please hand over the luggage to me."
Li Shuyue shook her head.
"No, I can take it myself."
...
The military camp not far from the airport.
Following Chu Guang, Mole was thinking all the way about what treasure the manager was going to take him to see.
Finally, he arrived at the destination, and a large warehouse appeared in front of him.
Stopping at the door of the warehouse, Chu Guang looked at the guard on duty and nodded.
The iron door opened quickly.
A dark figure quickly appeared in Mole's eyes, and at the same time, excitement and excitement appeared on his face in an instant.
It was a tank.
The towering body and heavy front armor perfectly interpret the word big is beautiful.
Especially the muzzle that is so thick that half of the face can be stuffed in, and the 10mm coaxial machine gun connected in parallel to the side of the barrel, it is a combination of mechanical beauty and violent aesthetics.
It is not a BMP with five pairs of road wheels and a large car carrying a small gun like the No. 1 tank!
It is a real tank!
However, the thick and long barrel seems a little too big.
It has gone from one extreme to another.
Looking at the steel monster in front of him, Chu Guang showed a fatherly smile.
"The Type 2 tank was produced by Factory 81. The body was widened based on the Type 1 tank. The engineers from Changge Group helped us improve the turret, and Yinyi Group helped us improve the power system and transmission structure. The artillery uses a 155mm smoothbore gun——"
"155!?" The mole widened his eyes and sucked in a breath of cool air that smelled of engine oil.
Chu Guang nodded.
"Yes, don't you think the bigger the caliber, the better?"
"Good! That's great!"
The mole nodded excitedly like a chicken pecking at rice, his eyes shining.
He really agreed with this sentence!
Sure enough, the manager still has a big picture, big strategy, big wisdom, big vision...
I don't know how much higher than his "fox friends"!
Chu Guang smiled kindly, looked at the tanks in the factory and continued.
"We have produced 30 Type II tanks and just unloaded them at the train station. In addition, there are 5 Type B tanks, which use the Type 60 electromagnetic gun imported from Ideal City."
"Although the First Corps of the Alliance also needs armored units, considering your excellent performance in the last battle, I plan to give you priority!"
As for the thickness, durability, and auxiliary accessories of the armor, Chu Guang did not mention a word.
Such things are redundant for the tanks of the Alliance.
AI fire control?
Auxiliary optical aiming?
Increase capacitors?
What's the use of those things!
The loyal "Primarchs" are the most powerful black technology, and the singularity-level technology "morphogenetic field" is invincible in the world!
If he does not fully tap the potential of carbon-based life forms, where can he get these 30 tanks?
The entire Alliance has a population of only more than 100,000, and the industrial population is less than 30%. The proportion of military expenditure in the total output value is almost pulled to the sky.
30 vehicles a month.
That was the production capacity after the mustache conquered Czechoslovakia.
The alliance's nuclear fusion reactor has only been ignited for less than two months, and the industrial subsidy policy and quantitative easing have been in place for less than a year.
In order to allow more players to use reliable equipment while taking into account the development of the alliance, Chu Guang felt that he had done his best.
However, the mole obviously didn't care about issues such as armor thickness, and his interest was completely attracted by the electromagnetic gun.
In reality, this thing is used for coastal defense guns and naval guns, and it is really unheard of that it can be installed on tanks.
After the manager finished speaking, he hurriedly asked the most concerned issue.
"What does the number 60 mean?"
Caliber?
Is 60 mm a little small?
Seeing his ignorant expression, Chu Guang knew what he was thinking, and said with a faint smile.
"60, of course, refers to the muzzle kinetic energy of 60 megajoules!"
60 megajoules!
Hearing this number, the mole was instantly shocked.
He remembered correctly that the muzzle energy of the old American MK45 127mm naval gun was only 10 megajoules...
60 megajoules!
Six times the muzzle energy of a naval gun? !
This is going to go to the sky! ?
Seeing that the little player was so shocked that he couldn't speak, Chu Guang continued.
"... The Alliance Army Command positioned the Type B vehicle as a tank destroyer."
"Due to the high price, we only made 5 vehicles, mainly targeting the high-strength spaced armor of the Conqueror No. 10 tank and the No. 11 tank that appeared in the intelligence. At the same time, in order to prevent being penetrated by the 100mm gun, we reinforced the front armor and turret, which will be relatively less maneuverable."
Using the captured tank wreckage for testing, the No. 60 electromagnetic gun can not only break the defense, but also hit the weak link of the armor and even shoot through it directly.
The actual performance will certainly be different, but he believes that the skills of the allies and the fighting will of the players will not let him down!
Restraining his excitement, Mole looked at Chu Guang and swore a loyal oath.
"Dear Administrator, I am ready to go. You only need to tell me where the enemies of the alliance are, and I will drive it to annihilate them immediately!"
Not bad.
Very spirited!
Chu Guang nodded approvingly and said with a smile.
"Don't worry, the army headquarters of the alliance will soon have a task for you."
As he said, he put away his smile, took out the holographic computer pen that Pa Yin gave him, pressed it lightly, and projected a map of Luoxia Province in the air.
The red circle is marked in the south of Luoxia Province, 150 kilometers away from the Double-Headed Peak of the Zhuobar Mountains.
A red arrow spans 900 kilometers, pointing from Dawn City to there.
"...The Legion is stationed on the east side of Oasis No. 4 in the southern part of Luoxia Province. It has a size of at least 10,000 people and is suspected to be building an airport. If they succeed, our homeland will be included in the strategic bombing range of the Legion."
"In addition, according to reliable intelligence, a nuclear bomb with an equivalent of one million tons is being sent to Luoxia Province from the west. We judge that this nuclear bomb is very likely to be sent to that airport."
Looking at the mole whose expression gradually became serious, Chu Guang paused for a moment and continued.
"You only have five days to prepare. During these five days, you need to learn how to operate and maintain the equipment under the guidance of technicians."
"It is nearly 900 kilometers from Dawn City to Lost Valley, of which nearly 700 kilometers are off-road sections. You have only one mission."
"Keep it strictly confidential, be cautious, and advance quickly. You must destroy the defense line of the local garrison troops with a lightning-fast offensive before the legion reacts--"
"Stop them at all costs!"
"Take the airport!"
...
Just as the Alliance was secretly planning the second military operation, a sensational event also occurred in Petra Fortress, nearly a thousand kilometers away.
A business called the White Bear Knights from the Valley Province rented a warehouse and established the "White Bear Knights Bank".
The president is a talking white bear.
Her kind nature made her unable to bear the suffering of the slums.
So she and her friends decided to help the refugees who had fled from the north, and exchange their worthless waste - Golden Lion Coins - with Golden Camel Coins.
When they heard that someone was willing to accept Golden Lion Coins, the slums outside the city were instantly boiling.
Most of them had fled from Oasis No. 9, and no one wanted the money in their pockets here.
Almost all the refugees rushed over, fearing that they would lose it if they went too late.
In addition to the refugees, some locals also ran over.
But they didn't come to exchange money, but to watch the fun.
There are many rare things in the wasteland.
But many people have seen a talking bear for the first time.
"How can a bear have so much money?"
"Who knows!"
"But what's the use of these people exchanging Golden Lion Coins? That thing has become scrap metal."
"Maybe there is no place for kindness."
Several merchants in long gowns looked at them, with sneers on their faces.
Not only did he not exchange the gold camel coins in his pocket for dinars, he actually exchanged them for gold lion coins.
Did he think the depreciation was not fast enough?
On the other side, inside the bank's door, ragged poor people waved their money bags, and the clanging sound almost drowned out the shouting.
Old Buma stood in front of the counter with a headache on his face, busy keeping accounts, and helping these poor people exchange the waste in their hands for gold camels that could buy bread.
Although the bank president is a bear, it is impossible to let the bear keep accounts. The physical work of cashiering has to be done by him, the "counter manager".
"Sir, please be kind and change me a little more." A disheveled man finally squeezed to the front and put a bag of money on the table with a thud.
Although his dress is pitiful enough, the bag of money in his hand is not pitiful at all.
The few people following him were probably servants, and they all had bags of money in their hands.
"No, our boss stipulates that one person can only exchange 200 gold camel coins."
Old Bulma shook his head and asked the assistant next to him to count out 1,200 gold lion coins and take them away.
Only coins, no paper exchange tickets.
After counting, he took out a purse that had shrunk six times, put it next to the heavy bag of money, and continued to talk while looking at the disheveled man.
"You need to swear to the spirit of the sand sea that you will not come here to line up again today."
Looking at the old man who was holding the purse tightly, the man reluctantly raised his hand and swore with faith, but secretly said in his heart, "I will come tomorrow."
The four servants behind him also stepped forward to help their master change money.
Several burly mercenaries stood at the door with their arms folded, watching the group walk away before moving their eyes away and continuing to do the work of bank security.
As for whether that person will come back after a detour, it is not their concern.
The employer has explained that it is impossible to expect the rules to be enforced 100%. What they need to do is not to completely eliminate the phenomenon of re-queuing, but to raise the threshold for violations, so as to ensure that more people can exchange money to survive.
The food in the Camel Kingdom is very cheap. 200 gold camel coins are enough for a long time if you use them sparingly.
The exchange rate for the first three days of the bank's opening is six to one. After three days, it will be increased to ten to one, and there will be no limit on the upper limit of individual exchange, allowing those nobles with a lot of money to exchange money in large quantities.
As for the significance of doing so, it is not entirely out of mercy.
It is more out of safety considerations.
It is not smart to make money, but to make money and get out of it safely...
Looking at the surging crowd outside the door, Rourou felt that his social phobia had come back again. The dog looked at the tail beside him timidly and whispered.
"There are so many people...why don't we go out and watch?"
"Oh! It's okay, Rourou, Tail will accompany you!" Patting Rourou's broad shoulders, Tail smiled and gave a thumbs up, "Hold on a little longer, we can switch shifts with Sisi and the others! Just think of it as a courage test!"
Rourou nodded, mustered up the courage to continue.
This bank, called the White Bear Knights, was bustling from early morning to dusk.
After closing the bank door, Old Bulma walked to Sisi with the account book and said respectfully.
"Today we spent a total of 2.1 million gold camel coins and collected a total of 12.6 million gold lion coins."
"Not bad." Sisi smiled happily.
It seems that the people who fled here from Oasis No. 9 are not ordinary rich. They actually spent 2 million gold camel coins under the purchase restriction.
After three days, I'm afraid someone will drive a caravan to her to exchange money.
This is much more profitable than buying any cow!
Speaking of which, the Knights Templar seemed to have started out this way. The money they earned from the war was not enough to pay for the losses, but they made a fortune by lending and bills of exchange.
However, the White Bear Knights have not yet opened the usury business.
Sisi couldn't help but think, why not wait until the war is over and Oasis No. 9 begins to rebuild to open this business.
Take the money exchanged today and lend it to the people who come to exchange money today.
It can be regarded as taking from others and using it for others.
"We should hire a few more mercenaries," Sisi touched his chin and said seriously, "our business may be remembered."
Old Bulma couldn't help but laugh and cry when he heard this, thinking who would remember these scraps of copper and iron.
Now the whole city is spreading rumors that the idiots from the Valley Province have too much money to spend, and they exchanged the hard-earned money for a bunch of junk. I'm afraid they will lose their pants when they go back.
Clearing his throat, Old Bulma said respectfully.
"It's enough to hire these mercenaries. If you are really worried, we can give the captain of the city defense a little money and ask him to set up a patrol post near us... Those guards who are loyal to the city lord are more useful than hiring many people, and they don't cost much."
Patrolling is their job.
As for where to patrol, it is a flexibility of authority.
Those refugees from other places are most afraid of getting into trouble, especially the local guards. As long as the patrol team comes here from time to time, even the toughest troublemakers will be honest.
Sisi smiled.
"That's a good idea, thank you."
"You're welcome... You saved my life and returned the property I robbed from the bandits. It's my duty to do these things for you." Old Bulma said respectfully.
His intuition told him that the lady in front of him was a person who could accomplish great things.
Anyway, he was not suitable for being a merchant at his age, so he might as well find a job in this bank.
After arranging tomorrow's work, Sis found the mercenary leader standing guard at the door.
The muscular man was crossing his arms and chatting with a few brothers next to him about where to go for a drink.
When the sun sets, it will be time for them to get off work. The lively crowd will move from the market to the commercial street, where there will be endless fun.
"Are you interested in working overtime?"
Hearing the boss's voice, the mercenary leader whistled.
"Please give me your orders, lady. It's my honor to serve a beautiful woman."
The mercenaries standing next to him also said in a booing manner.
"As long as you are willing to pay, I can do anything."
"I can massage shoulders!"
"I can massage backs!"
Sisi smiled faintly.
"There are people from the Legion stationed in the Lost Valley, have you heard about it?"
The mercenaries looked at each other, not knowing why the financier said this.
The mercenary leader touched the stubble on his chin, recalled for a while and said.
"These two days... there seems to be similar rumors in the tavern, and the rumors are outrageous enough. It is said that a team of 10,000 people is stationed there, and they shoot when they see people approaching. I don't know what they are doing."
"That's not enough," Sisi threw him a bulging purse, "People here don't have enough imagination, the rumors should be more outrageous. For example, the elite who were stationed there were the first to attack Oasis No. 9, and they are building a front-line camp to welcome the arrival of the large army..."
Looking at the surprised mercenary leader, she pointed to the bag of money in his hand.
"Here are 1,000 gold camel coins. I hope that by this time tomorrow, the entire Petra Fortress will be discussing when the Legion plans to attack the city and how those big-nosed people abused the captives..."
"I hope that no matter where I go, I can see the helplessness and fear on people's faces."
The Lost Valley is very wide, with a radius of 10 kilometers. Standing in the west, you can't see the east.
However, even so, with the patrol strength of the Legion, it is still very difficult to get close to it.
And once discovered, there is probably no chance of escape.
Therefore, if you want to capture the ruins, there is no hope of relying on brute force, and it is useless to prepare more equipment and ammunition.
She needs someone to contain the Legion.
Or at least attract the Legion's attention.
In this way, they can create an opportunity to sneak into the valley.
The mercenary leader looked at his employer in surprise, not understanding what she wanted to do, especially not expecting that this beautiful girl was full of bad water.
But after seeing the purse, he didn't ask any more questions. He put the purse in his arms with a smile, and even bowed awkwardly like those generous nobles.
"It's my honor to serve you!"
He was planning to go to the tavern to drink. This job was too easy.
Arrange a few brothers who like to join in the fun to get into the crowd, gather in a circle and shout a few times, and those who like to join in the fun will be attracted in minutes.
One person spreads ten, ten spreads a hundred...
As long as idle people like them are willing to add fuel to the fire, the residents of the entire Petra Fortress will soon know that the legion has arrived.