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"Survivor Daily"
[Yesterday evening, the 1,000-man team of the Legion's 310,000-man team and the "Purge" team launched an offensive on Heiyun Peak, the second mountain of Shifeng Mountain, and successfully controlled the entire mountain at 22:10...
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Facts prove.
The troops directly under the Eastern Legion still have two brushes.
After paying 112 casualties, the elite group of Wilantes equipped with automatic firepower finally planted the legion's flag on the top of the mountain before the clock turned in the early morning.
The remaining green-skinned giants and goblins either hid in the artificially dug tunnels and bunkers, or retreated to Broken Blade Mountain, the third mountain in Shifeng Mountain.
Compared with Black Cloud Peak, the natural cliff called Broken Edge Mountain is a bit shorter, but the uncanny craftsmanship of nature is only a lot more.
The entire mountain is like a long sword standing steeply, cut off in the middle, leaving only half of it. There are cliffs on both sides of the mountain, and even a few trees can't stand, let alone people.
A sloping road spirals towards the top of the mountain, from south to north, and this road is also the most dangerous section of the Eighty Mile Bone Road. Not to mention that it is difficult for heavy vehicles to pass, even the Deathclaws who can climb on rocks want to go up.
All are somewhat difficult.
But even so, it is easier to build bridges and roads here than in other nearby inaccessible natural hazards.
According to the combat deployment of the coalition command, the infantry of the 100th Mountain Division of the Enterprise is responsible for attacking this hilltop, with the alliance and corps providing support from the rear.
The offensive will launch in three days!
Regardless of the battle arrangements for three days later, what Bian Huishui is more concerned about is actually the legion's performance in this battle.
According to their previous analysis on the forum, the real trump card of the legion has never been the combat capability of an individual soldier, or even a certain unit. The real magic weapon for those guys to win is the huge logistics system and the ability to continue fighting.
Their entire social system is prepared for war. The purpose of all systems is either to complete the production of war weapons, to train officers and soldiers, or to reward military nobles who have made meritorious deeds on the battlefield.
them.
Therefore, it is of little significance to discuss the combat effectiveness of a certain unit. Enterprises need to rely on numbers to bluff, and these guys really have a hundred divisions.
Moreover, it is a standing army that does not need to be mobilized and can be drawn out at any time!
If it weren't for the fact that across the vast desert, the eastern provinces are too far away from the Triumph City, and most of the logistics can only be provided by the servant countries, the performance of the expeditionary force would not be so indescribable, let alone the main battle factions.
Yes, there is actually no support for the home front.
However, what surprised Marian was that, aside from the glorious performance of the Glorious Army, the performance of the 310,000th team in last night's battle was unexpectedly good?
What surprised him even more was the special unit called the "Purge Team".
There were a hundred soldiers in total, each nearly three meters tall and as tall as an iron tower. Their whole bodies were covered with jet-black bulletproof linings and exoskeletons.
Their positioning is roughly similar to that of a special operations company under a division-level unit, but in fact their performance on the battlefield is more like a "humanoid infantry fighting vehicle" that coordinates infantry advancement.
These tall guys use shotguns and heavy machine guns as their main weapons. Especially when using the latter, they can fire while advancing without setting up.
In addition, they are also equipped with a large number of incendiary, fragmentation and other types of heavy grenades, and a melee weapon such as a tomahawk or hammer hung on their waist as a "supplementary firepower" at close range.
The fighting style of this group of guys is extremely fierce, and they can compete with the brothers of the Jungle Corps. They often appear in the most dangerous places on the front, and use the simplest and crudest methods to kill their opponents, even the most vicious mutants.
Unable to withstand their onslaught.
If it weren't for the fact that the face that appeared by chance was indeed human, I couldn't help but wonder if that thing was a mutant wearing an exoskeleton...
"Those people are you talking about? Of course they are Weilant people...just the kind who failed to take the medicine."
Canteen at a military base.
During the meal, Bian Huishui chatted with Su Ming about this matter. The latter said in a casual tone while handling the fried rice in the bowl.
Edge Paddling asked doubtfully.
"What's the meaning?"
Su Ming said.
"Forcibly expressing non-coding genes through awakening potions is not 100% able to awaken. Depending on the technical route, there is a certain probability of side effects of varying degrees... ranging from death to mild disability or various genetic diseases. You should have heard of it.
Bar?"
Edge scratched his head and nodded.
"Um."
The target of Brother Fang seems to be a victim of the awakening potion.
It seemed to be a product of Jushi Military Industry, I remember it was called "Dragon Blood".
Because it is free, many people in Boulder City who want to be mercenaries but have no strength have used it. Jushi Military Industry has even launched a loan specifically for those disabled by dragon blood medicine.
Later, after the inner city collapsed, the new authorities listed "dragon's blood" as a banned drug.
Shelter 404 also has a similar product, but it is much safer than Dragon's Blood.
Although the probability of awakening is also a mystery, and it requires several vaccinations, the biggest accident at present is that it cannot awaken, and there will be no physical disability or the like.
Of course, if "difficulty in giving birth to offspring" can be considered a disability, that would be another matter. Most awakened people have this problem.
I speculate that this may also be regarded as a self-protection mechanism of a certain biological population - that is, to prevent the ability to express non-coding genes indiscriminately from being inherited.
Of course, this is just a guess he made based on the game settings.
In reality, there are no awakened ones at all, nor are there so many mutant creatures.
"...The Weilant people in the elimination team are in a similar situation. You should know that, right? Those guys are 'natural warriors' synthesized through genetic technology by the Weilant laboratory under the Ministry of Technology during the War and Construction Committee period."
Glancing at the soldiers of Task Force Alpha who were dining not far away, Su Ming fiddled with the spoon in his hand and continued in a very soft and slow voice.
"If the non-coding genes of ordinary people are a long series of naturally formed shit mountains, then their non-coding genes are artificially designed... There is a saying that the designers of the Ministry of Technology integrated the unfinished "Gestalt Life Form" into
Part of the code was written in and then commented out in a certain way to make up 23 pairs of chromosomes."
"The original intention of the War and Construction Committee is to use these tools to deal with slime mold, and by the way, to collect some experimental data, which can be used to complete the singularity technology that was not completed in the era of prosperity. After the end of the wasteland era, sterilization or other improvements can be carried out.
Eliminate these unstable guys in a civilized way to prevent genetic contamination..."
"This is the information I found on Duandian Cloud before. It may answer part of your confusion. As for whether it is true or not, you have to identify it yourself... Anyone can chat with anyone on Duandian Cloud, and sometimes they are bragging.
Most of the ingredients.”
I relied on vm's translator to understand this sentence, which contained a lot of professional terms. After I scratched my head and tried to understand it, my eyes suddenly widened.
Good guy!
That is to say...
Are there mutants living in the DNA of the Vaillants?!
No, this statement may not be accurate enough. It would be more appropriate to replace it with "some parts of mutants living there".
Mutants are unfinished products of "Gestalt Life Forms", and so are the Vaillants.
It's just that the former released all the unstable genes and completely formed a new species, while the latter mixed human genes with some gene fragments that are homologous to mutant DNA!
It is precisely because of this that when the Vaillant people awaken, some people will become stronger humans, and some people will become humans with mutant characteristics.
After all, the essence of awakening is the specific expression of non-coding genes in individuals, and no one can say which part of it is expressed well.
"But why is the latter considered a loser?" Bian Huishui continued to ask incomprehensively,
Su Ming made a helpless expression.
"Then you have to ask the experts from the Weiland people...I told you, I also heard it from the endpoint cloud."
Edge stroke: "..."
Just as the two of them were eating, the Alpha Mobile Task Force at the next table had already cleared their plates, and the four of them walked in unison to get their meals.
"Pork and potato rice bowl, three more servings, with more rice." The leader of the team took out the meal card and said concisely.
The waiter who was in charge of the food was stunned when he heard this and counted the people standing in front of the food pick-up point again. No matter how many times he counted, there were four.
But he didn't ask any more questions.
These guys with gas masks hanging on their helmets and goggles covering their eyes don't look like normal people.
"Three servings for you..." Putting the plate of cooked food on the table, he finally couldn't help but remind him, "If the three of you eat together, you can actually order a few separate portions of stir-fried vegetables and rice."
"No, thank you."
The team leader nodded, held three dinner plates in both hands, and turned back to the previous dining table.
Just when the waiter thought it was over, the team member lined up behind the team leader took a step forward and took out the meal card in exactly the same way.
"Pork and potatoes, three more portions and more rice."
Waiter: "..."
As he expected, the same goes for the last two. They ordered three portions of the same dish, and even the gestures of connecting the plates and saying thank you were carved out of the same mold.
It's like these guys have made an appointment.
Everyone ordered the same dish, but they finished ordering a large bucket of potatoes and roasted pork, and not even half of the other dozen or so dishes were consumed.
In this case, the waiter can only contact the kitchen and ask them to work overtime and fry a bucket and deliver it.
What he didn't know was that in the communication channel that he couldn't hear or see, a series of invisible radio waves were communicating at the speed of light.
“Pork roasted with potatoes is good, recommended.”
“Really good.”
"good."
"really not bad."
"satisfy."
"..."
Just as the soldiers of Task Force Alpha finished eating and returned the plates, a group of corporate soldiers who had just finished training swarmed into the cafeteria.
This group of recruits had received three months of training in the recruit camp, and the training didn't stop after they arrived here. Their hungry eyes were glowing green.
One of the young men squeezed in front of the meal pick-up point, glanced at the menu on the wall, and quickly slapped the meal card on the clock-in machine.
"Boss, let's have a portion of roasted pork with potatoes! And a portion of braised eggplant and two portions of rice!"
The waiter waved his hand impatiently when he heard this dish: "The roasted potatoes and pork are gone. They were fucked by those guys wearing masks. If you want to eat, just wait for half an hour."
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
"I wipe it!?"
"Done?!"
I didn't think much about eating it at first, but when I heard that it was all done, a group of people immediately swallowed their saliva and lined up to wait curiously.
The queue is getting longer and longer.
Later, not only companies, but also soldiers from other settlements such as the Free State and Garbage City also came to join in the fun.
In just one day, the entire Weifu military base sold nearly 100,000 portions of potato roast pork!
Especially the rice cook from the academy, who started with three servings per person, and the mobile team of a thousand people was shocked to eat like a team of ten thousand people!
Although the coalition's canteen is not for profit, and the profit from a meal is not much, only 1 to 2 Cr, but it adds up to a large sum.
There was no fighting on the northern front that day.
A small number of legionnaires were clearing out the remaining mutants and goblins in the tunnels of Black Cloud Peak. But behind the Wilantes, the Alliance's potato-roasted pork rice bowl quietly became popular throughout the military base...
Not only were the players dumbfounded, but even Chu Guang, who was far away in Dawn City, was unexpected.
With just one dish, these soldiers from all over the world showed off all the potatoes at the military base...
When Chu Guang, who was far away in Shuguang City, received the report from the front line, he was stunned for a few seconds.
"Good guy...can this military base still be profitable?!"
Frankly speaking, Chu Guang really never thought about making money by sticking to donors.
Today's alliance is no longer the poor little village it was in the past.
As the manager of the alliance, his responsibility is not just to do everything possible to feed the people who support him, but to lead those guys who are already fed and drunk to rebuild a greater era and unite more people.
People who are not full yet.
It is precisely because of this that, including train transportation capacity, many areas that could have been profitable were given to the friendly forces who adhered to the donors at almost the cost price.
And if the logistics materials are manufactured in Dawn City and Boulder City Industrial Zone, they can even be discounted by 50% off the cost price! This is equivalent to a financial subsidy from the alliance, which encourages all parties involved in the donation to participate in the alliance's industry.
The district is producing logistics supplies!
Although this will increase some fiscal deficits in the short term, in the long run, the benefits brought by this are far beyond what a small deficit can compare with.
"Foreign trade orders" bring not only funds, technology and talents, but also closer cooperative relationships.
Even if the war ends in the future, all of these orders will not disappear. Some will always be retained due to the close cooperative relationship formed by the two sides during the war.
Including the funds, technology, talents, etc. that come with those orders.
This can also be regarded as a conspiracy.
All parties have long-term interests in solving the slime mold problem, as well as short-term demands in solving the "natural disaster" of the Torch Church.
Even the most stingy of technology colleges are willing to bear the risk of technology outflow, and transfer some less critical industries that have a large demand on the front line to Boulder City, which is closer to the front line for production, or even hand them over to Boulder Military Industry for OEM.
For example, the capacitor used in the Gauss rifle and the polymer bulletproof lining of the exoskeleton, etc.
The associated technologies are enough to drive the upgrade of dozens of industry chains in the alliance.
In comparison, the financial subsidy paid by the alliance is negligible.
It is no exaggeration to say that Chu Guang has been prepared to spend money for a long time to launch this war.
What he didn't expect was that just three weeks after the war officially started, they were actually making a profit by relying on the canteen?
Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the pen holder, looked at him with bright eyes and gave him a thumbs up with admiration.
"As expected of the master! Others lose money in wars. Not only did the master not lose money, he also made a fortune!"
Chu Guang coughed dryly.
"...Even if you praise me, it won't do any good."
"how come?"
Holding her chin with both hands, Xiao Qi looked shy and stared at him through her fingers with a pair of big bright eyes.
"When the master is happy, it is the happiest thing for Xiaoqi... Hehe."
meaning?!
Chu Guang glanced at the little one in surprise.
Why do you feel like this guy is getting smarter and smarter?
But who did you learn this dirty talk from?
Is this how the word is used?
"I always feel like the master is thinking about something rude..."
Staring at Chu Guang with a suspicious look on her face, Xiao Qi crossed her arms in front of her chest, and her slightly raised lips seemed not to be satisfied with his surprised expression.
With a slight cough, Chu Guang brought the interrupted topic back on track.
"No, I was just thinking... I was negligent before and almost forgot our old profession."
The alliance was developing so fast that he had forgotten about the salaries in the pockets of those soldiers.
Including the mission rewards he sends to players.
The money these guys made could not be spent in Shuguang City anyway, and in the end, 80% of it was exchanged at the official bank exchange.
It's better to just let them spend their time on the front line.
What the alliance lacks now is not productivity, but a place that can release productivity and generate positive returns. Maybe they can rely on the consumption power of these guys to build a settlement out of nowhere.
This kind of thing is not impossible.
According to reports from the front line, some vendors from Mafu Town even drove ox carts to the railway terminal - the Weifu military base station where non-military personnel are not allowed to take the train, and set up stalls there to sell some locally produced milk.
, mare's milk and other dairy products.
When survivors from other parts of Jinchuan Province gather, over time, a new settlement may be formed there.
"Old profession?" Xiao Qi tilted her head, not sure which one Chu Guang was referring to. After all, he played too many tricks.
"Heavy industry barbecue, light industry beer... Of course, the conditions are better than before, and you can have other things besides food."
Chu Guangdan smiled faintly, waved his index finger in the air, and flicked the holographic screen to open the window for dispatching tasks and server activities.
His imagination is limited, but he believes that the imaginations of his little players are unlimited.
"...Send some professional life players to the front lines."
…
While the coalition forces on the northern front were busy cooking, the mutants on Shifeng Mountain were also feasting on their meals.
But it’s not rice that’s being worked on, but livestock or livestock-like people.
The Church of the Torch provides them with abundant food and tools for reproduction.
Ever since the fire was lit in Haiya Province, they have been holding banquets every day, and the good times have never stopped.
Although they have lost two mountains, these green-skinned guys are not worried at all.
This fierce battle has just begun, and the coalition of human gadgets has just entered their home court.
In addition to things that can dig holes, they also have things that can fly. When those human things actually reach the mountainside, their nightmare begins.
They will tear those guys apart bit by bit, and use their blood and internal organs to sacrifice their dead fellows to please their "King of Beasts"!
Broken Edge Mountain.
Green-skinned mutants and goblins all over the mountain were busy preparing for war.
Except for one guy.
In a spacious cave, a large green-skinned creature about ten meters long sat in the center of a pile of humanoid skeletons like a rockery, snoring and snoozing.
The green skin is like moss that has not seen the sun for a long time, and the pits are like toads. Its arms are like the shovels of an excavator, and the snoring sound from its mouth is like thunder. The saliva hanging from the corner of its mouth drips from time to time.
There was a rustling sound from the bones underneath.
Its name is Oulon, and he is the leader of the Rock Ax clan. He has the best appetite and the strongest strength in the entire tribe. He is also a rare natural mutant among mutants.
As an exception to the Gestalt Life Project, it has some of the characteristics of a super mutant. Even if its head is blown to pieces, it will not die. Instead, it will go crazy because it loses its mind. Its resilience can even exceed that of some fruiting bodies of slime mold.
It can be carried even more than "Roshan".
Although he looks like a severely obese disabled person when sleeping, he is not slow at all when he is awake and can even slap a tank away with one slap.
At this moment, there was a movement at the door, and the ears drooping on the skull were lifted up like pig ears. The sleeping Oulon raised half of his eyelids and purred heavily from one side of his mouth.
While humming dullly.
"what's up?"
This is one of its special functions. It only wakes up half of the head, while the remaining half is still asleep.
Standing at the door of the cave, a middle-aged man in a white robe said in a smooth voice.
"Bringing you good news."
Oulon snorted expressionlessly.
"explain."
The man said slowly.
"You'll have a full meal soon."
Oulon let out a dull laugh, like a roaring dragon.
"Then I'm really looking forward to it."
After saying that, it closed half of its eyes again and seemed to fall into a deep sleep.
The man nodded, turned around and disappeared from the entrance of the cave, as if he had never been there.
Oulon, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes, and a trace of impatience flashed through his amber eyes.
Although many people in the tribe call that human thing the "Beast King", he doesn't really like this guy who is pretending to be a ghost.
It is obviously the king of beasts!
It's a pity that guy is transparent.
Whether you throw a stone at him or spit on him, it will pass through him.
If that guy had an entity, it would have eaten him up!
…
While the human soldiers and mutants on the northern front were busy cooking, Yin Ser and his 10,000 subordinates, who had boarded the wrong ship and ran to the Baiyue Strait, finally had their first bite of hot rice.
Yin Ser, who was grabbing a piece of golden stick-shaped "bread" and had a mouth full of oil, couldn't help but ask.
"What's this?"
"Dough dough sticks."
After taking a look at this guy who had never seen the world, Fang Changyan, who was standing on the dock, said concisely, "Remember, this is your first meal after landing. From now on, this place will be called Youtiao Port."
Yesterday at noon, the Jungle Corps detached a team of manpower to go deep into the jungle on the south coast to eliminate the local alien species, and cooperated with the Goblin Corps' W-2H seaplane to remove at least five nests.
At almost noon today, this group of soldiers from the Expeditionary Force landed on the south bank of the Baiyue Strait, camped on the beach, and cooperated with the construction team of Fries Port to build a simple wooden pier on the south bank and pulled it along the coastline.
Underwater isolation net.
In the evening, the supply ship from the French Fries Port finally arrived and delivered the fried dough sticks before the soldiers starved.
Unexpectedly, the alliance actually gave them bread. The rat tribe soldiers were so excited that after receiving the rations, they stuffed their mouths hungrily one by one.
In Borneo, bread must at least be affordable for citizens with a decent job. Most people eat soil and beans.
Although the bread was a bit oily, no one disliked it at all. Instead, they were moved to tears by the alliance's kindness.
In fact, let alone the soldiers, the officers who were born as citizens have never seen this kind of greasy bread.
Although some delicacies from Auroville City have appeared in Kingallon Port, due to factors such as border closures and distance, the alliance's food culture has not yet entered the hinterland of Borneo, and has only spread on a small scale in its surrounding areas.
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Even if these officers had seen a lot of the world, they couldn't bear to live on the sea and eat dry food for two weeks. Everyone was almost crying out of their mouths.
Not to mention the lower-level officers, even Captain Yinsel's eating appearance was not very elegant. He chewed and swallowed hard while mumbling with his oily mouth.
"Thank you... We will remember your help to us, and after the war is over, I will say a few kind words to Your Majesty."
Fang Chang chuckled, not taking his harsh words seriously, and continued in a businesslike tone.
"You're welcome. You did a good job today. This is the reward you deserve. Starting from tomorrow, we will assign new tasks to you, including the construction of barracks and road construction, etc... If your performance meets our expectations,
We will pay your salary."
Hearing what Fang Chang said, Yin Ser was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and suddenly said angrily.
"Wait! We are here to fight, not to help you build the port!"
He understands repairing the pier.
After all, people can hold the driftwood and swim to the shore, but the supplies will be wasted if they are soaked in the sea. With tens of thousands of people waiting to eat, they cannot all rely on small boats to deliver them to the shore one by one.
He can even understand the construction of barracks, after all, his people also need a place to live.
But what about road construction?
Why do they look like they are here to open up wasteland!
However, although this guy's mouth was not as hard as usual, the chewing action on his mouth did not stop at all.
Fang Chang chuckled.
"Then please buy the order."
Yin Ser was stunned.
"one?"
Fang Chang rolled his eyes.
"Yes, you don't think the food is free, do you?"
When Yin Ser heard this, the fried dough stick in his mouth almost fell to the beach, he pulled it off and said in a hurry.
"Wait a minute, didn't you...said you would bear our supplies? What about your promise on the donor body?"
Fang Chang explained patiently.
"We did promise to bear your supplies, but it is not free. In addition, I have inquired that your Emperor did recharge your meal card, but the money was recharged in the canteen of the Weifu military base. Here and
The Weifu military base is at least 1,000 kilometers away, and we can't possibly ask them to come over and build a stove specifically for you."
Yin Ser was anxious.
"What's the difference? Aren't they all your settlements?"
Fang Chang resisted the urge to roll his eyes and said patiently.
"What's the difference? Port of Chips is Port of Chips, and Weifu is Weifu. Can you understand that one thing is the same?"
It's too much trouble explaining the rules to this guy.
Looking at General Yin Ser, who still looked confused, Fang Chang took a deep breath and decided to change his communication method.
"Listen, we are not benevolent managers, let alone philanthropists. If you want to eat, you have to pay. If you don't have money, we can lend it to you, even without interest, but you must do it in our way.
Repay this debt, otherwise let your Majesty provide the money, or you can find a way yourself, don't expect us to support you in vain."
Yin Ser's face turned blue and white with anger, and he wanted to take out a gun and point it at this guy's head.
But thinking that His Majesty's most elite Gray Wolf Army had been beaten up by this guy, and that the people behind him were all Rat Men, he could only swallow his breath.
Looking at General Yin Ser who was silent, Fang Chang suddenly thought of something and said with a smile.
"Be happy. In fact, this is not a bad thing. If you know the situation on the northern line, you will thank me."
Yin Ser asked subconsciously.
"What happened on the Northern Front? Is there already a fight?"
Fang Chang did not answer his question, but asked with a smile.
"Do you know a guy named Mordric?"
Yin Ser said immediately.
"The captain of General Babita's army! I know him. What's wrong with him?"
"What happened to him?" Fang Chang smiled and continued, "He was reincarnated with his subordinates last night."
The legion fired two 400mm heavy artillery pieces. Judging from the explosion effect, they should be thermobaric bombs or similar things. In short, the power was amazing.
Although the effect on the mutants below the mountain can only be said to be average, all the people on the mountain, whether dead or not, were hit by this cannonball.
Babita claimed that the guy named Modric was killed in a battle with mutants.
However, the Death Corps players clearly saw that there were actually some people fighting on the mountain when the cannonball fell.
Those people are not like ordinary soldiers, but more like officers.
After all, they also saw how low the morale of the rat tribe soldiers was.
The unlucky man's name appeared in the lines of the discussion thread on the official website forum, but there were only a few sentences.
Fang Chang didn't sympathize with that guy. After all, he didn't know him and didn't care, but he felt that the man in front of him was ungrateful.
The survivors of Kingallen Port don’t need to thank themselves. After all, Baiyue Company’s local behavior is more of a business, using advanced methods and technologies to exchange local labor. Before they passed, those people relied on dirt.
Even if you can live, the most you can do is suffer some deserved punishment.
But he pulled these guys out of hell, so that they didn't have to roll into the meat grinder like those clones.
And he is still picking and choosing.
"If you still want to eat tomorrow's breakfast, then do as we say."
After saying these words, Fang Chang shook his head, turned and walked towards the dock.
Looking at his back, Yin Ser swallowed, feeling hot and sweaty on his back, but his palms were slightly cold.
The moment he heard Modric's end, he suddenly felt that it was just as well that he was on the wrong boat...
Not far away, a few rat tribe cannon fodders carrying shovels exchanged blank glances, but they were thinking about other things.
breakfast?
What is breakfast?
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This chapter has been completed!