Chapter 672: Shuttle arrives, the wasteland eight years later!
As for the future wasteland, it will be based on the progress of "players" developing here in the past few times.
Su Mo also discussed the outlook with Su Deben, Chen Shen and Lu Kuan at the dinner table.
Regardless of the development speed of the depression, let’s look at the recovery progress of human civilization in the deep sea.
Everyone had imagined that in the wasteland ten years later, the alien race, which had lost the help of the gods, had basically lost its early physical and numerical advantages.
Relying on a complete industrial system and weapons chain, in ten years' time mankind will be able to mobilize all the people, advance at an exaggerated pace, and incorporate most resources into the territory.
With these resources, it is no longer difficult to revive the civilization in its heyday on earth.
I'm afraid it only takes two or three years to brew, and if you look at the entire continent, it will be within the gathering points of human beings.
Among them, the worst ones have a civilization level that can at least reach the period of the first industrial revolution, and have mechanical manufacturing capabilities to eliminate the disadvantages of human productivity.
The best among them should be able to reach the level of civilization in the early twentieth century and be able to produce "ultimate weapons" that are sufficient to protect the human race.
And as long as we can wait until the ultimate weapon is produced, it will be the first step for mankind to sound the clarion call for counterattack.
According to Su Deben, it is not impossible to enslave these alien races in the New World.
However, among these prospects, without exception, everyone seems to have forgotten and avoided one item.
That is.
Infrastructure!
"It's too difficult to restore the kind of infrastructure we have on Earth. Let's not mention whether our basic resources and manpower are sufficient. It doesn't matter whether aliens will destroy these things. Just the damage to these infrastructures every time there is a disaster.
The impact has determined that it is completely impossible for us to build railways, roads, and public facilities scattered in the wilderness."
"In the future, there is a high probability that medium and long-distance travel will be carried out mainly by aviation, supplemented by waterways."
“These things are easy to maintain and easiest to implement.”
This was a view put forward by Lu Kuan at the end of the discussion, which was basically unanimously recognized by everyone.
If you want to build these things, as long as you have enough resources, it is actually not that difficult.
With experience, even if the construction speed is very slow, humans can continue to build from small to large.
But the subsequent care and maintenance issues are the key to solving them.
"It's incredible, it's incredible!"
"Is it possible that after eight years, humans will really be on an equal footing with alien races? No, will they have absolute hegemony?"
"And found new ways to maintain these infrastructures?"
Looking at the end of the field of vision, there are seven or eight trains running on the railway track, speeding towards the distance at a distance of sixty or seventy yards.
Even though he was still falling from a high altitude, Sumo's mind was completely absorbed.
At this moment, ignore all experiences and memories since arriving in the wasteland.
The dim light of the locomotive is like a lighthouse in the ocean, filling people's hearts with warmth.
The piercing roar of the whistle is like the horn of returning home, soothing the tired body of the traveler.
Watch the scene below.
Sumo couldn't help shaking his head and wiping his eyes, but he still couldn't hold back the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes.
For the first time, this wasteland eight years later gave him a sense of intimacy that he had returned to Earth and China!
[Record]: The expected arrival time is 30 seconds away, please "players" be prepared.
[Record]: After arriving, you will have a three-minute invincibility time. Please familiarize yourself with the mission environment as soon as possible.
[Record]: "Refugee" status, prerequisite tasks have been released, please open the game panel to view
As Soma observed, the altitude further dropped, and the speed of downward plunge began to gradually slow down.
By the time three game prompts appeared in front of Sumo's eyes, the straight-line distance between one person and one dog on the ground was already less than one thousand meters.
"About to land?"
Realizing that the mission was about to begin, Sumo quickly retracted his attention and began to take advantage of the last few moments to cast his gaze towards the villages and towns below, which had many bright lights.
Not surprisingly, this is the "Prickly Pear Town" mentioned before in the game.
And he will become the deputy director of the supplies department in this town in thirty seconds.
Looking down from directly above, the entire Prickly Pear Town looks like an oval pear, narrow at the top and bottom and wide in the middle.
Its scale was not large, at least compared to the groups of bright lights Sumo had seen in the sky before, it could only be considered average.
But if it were placed in the main world, in the time period of June of the apocalyptic calendar year, it would be considered a giant, more than ten times larger than Hope Village.
Especially the central part of the village and town is densely packed with fifty or sixty dim street lamps and three to four hundred houses. It is an unimaginably large project.
"Very good!"
"This Prickly Pear Town hasn't completely gone into chaos yet. It seems I still have a chance to do something before the chaos begins!"
In less than ten seconds, he roughly memorized the layout of the entire town in his mind.
With the height remaining only thirty meters, Sumo saw the place where he was going to land.
This is a two-story small foreign-style building facing the street with an exterior wall and an inner garden. It is obviously different from the ordinary residential buildings around it.
In the field of vision, the game has highlighted the yellow color, which looks very eye-catching.
In the building, the objects that one person and one dog want to "travel" are also marked by the game.
The one given to Sumo himself was a middle-aged man lying on the big bed on the second floor.
The one for Oreo was a big yellow dog lying at the door of the courtyard.
"Go ahead and see you later!"
After touching Oreo's head and looking at his aggrieved look, Somo laughed and kicked the air fiercely.
Whoosh.
Like a sharp arrow, Soma, who was already in the spirit state, did not encounter any obstacles when he passed through the outer wall of the small foreign-style building.
In just one click, you entered the second floor of the building.
The next second, a huge suction force came. Before Somo could clearly see the environment in the room, he was suddenly sucked into it by the body of the middle-aged man on the bed.
Like a ghost pressing down on the bed, Soma could still remain conscious when he first entered the man's body.
But after discovering that he couldn't control his body no matter what.
Blurred, dark, upside down, and spinning.
Various inexplicable feelings of depression began to come one after another, which only made people feel depressed and wanted to vent their anger.
Fortunately, knowing that he was protected by the system, Sumo did not worry too much. He just closed his eyes quietly, did not think about anything, and slowly restored his physical strength and energy, striving to return to his full strength.
I don't know how long it took until I heard a cry from next to me.
Sumo suddenly discovered that the lost body authority finally began to return!
"Brother Zong, brother Zong, what's wrong with you!"
"Don't scare me! What's wrong with you? Just talk!"
"Ma'am, please calm down first. The doctor is already looking at you. Don't worry. Nothing will happen to the minister!"
"Youzong usually exercises, and we were still doing well when we got off work last night. What happened this night? How did it become like this!"
"Don't worry, don't worry. The patient's heartbeat is very strong and there are no major health problems. He must have been pressed into bed by a ghost."
"The patient is awake!"
Disturbed by the messy noise, Somo had no choice but to move his eyelids to show that he was still alive.
This unfamiliar body, even though it has been strengthened by the game and has reached the forefront of the wasteland humans in terms of physical fitness, is still far from his previous body.
At most, they can only be regarded as strong ordinary people. They have not touched the limits of human beings at all, let alone the category of interstellar humans.
But having just gained physical authority, Sumo felt as if he was in deep water. It was difficult to even open his eyelids, let alone lift his limbs.
In this state, if there is danger around him, he has no ability to resist at all. No wonder the game gives him three minutes of invincibility.
Gradually, amidst the shouting and screaming around.
As the sense of touch began to return, other abilities in body control also began to spring up.
First the tiny muscles on the face, then the fingers and toes, then the small muscle groups that control body movement, and finally the large muscle groups such as thighs and arms.
He had no relevant memory. He only knew that he was the deputy director of the Materials Department of Prickly Pear Town. Sumo did not dare to behave too abnormally. He could only slowly squint his eyes and look at the surrounding area with his peripheral vision.
clean.
This was the first impression in Soma's mind.
At this time, he was still lying in the small foreign-style building he saw last night.
But what I saw in front of me, whether it was the ceiling, walls, floor, or even the surrounding furniture, was extremely clean and spotless, which seemed a little out of place in the apocalyptic wasteland environment.
Secondly, it is lively.
A lot of noise could be heard outside the half-open window three steps to the right of the bed.
If you look carefully, you can hear not only the conversations of passers-by, the sound of gongs and drums for propaganda, but also the rumble of passing cars and the sound of trumpets from stores for promotion.
Yes, if he hadn't clearly known that he was still in the wasteland, Somo would have thought that he had returned to the earth again, to a remote town.
Withdrawing all his attention, and taking advantage of the last moment of his body's recovery, Somo focused his attention on the person standing beside the bed.
Four men and one woman.
The woman is naturally the one who cried before.
She doesn't look very old. Even though her appearance has been damaged a lot by the harsh environment of the wasteland, she looks like she is only around 25 at this time, which is somewhat incompatible with the age of the original male protagonist.
Among the four men, one man wearing a white coat should be a so-called doctor, and he should be around forty years old.
Of the remaining three men, one is about the same age as the original man, in his thirties, while the other two are slightly younger, looking to be in their early twenties.
"They are not very powerful in combat, they can be subdued at any time!"
With his right hand slightly exerting force, and feeling that he could completely control his body, Somo stopped waiting and slowly opened his eyelids.
"Hey, Youzong is awake?"
Seeing Su Mo's deep gaze, a piercing light suddenly erupted.
The middle-aged man in his thirties paused for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward, his face full of joy.
But in this joyful mood, Sumo still discerned a trace of astonishment and a hint of pity?
"Oh, my head hurts so much!"
Sumo didn't know anyone around him.
For fear of being exposed, in this environment, he could only pretend to be sick.
"Headache? Doctor" the middle-aged man looked at the doctor.
"Having a headache is normal. It should be because you slept in an incorrect position last night or did some strenuous exercise, which caused the central nerve of the spine to be compressed. Now that you have just woken up, the blood has not circulated yet, so you will naturally have a headache."
"For this kind of symptom, I have a prescription here. As long as you take it for three days, you will basically be worry-free!"
Looking vaguely at the young girl standing next to him, the doctor in the white coat rolled his eyes and took out a small book from his pocket.
"Do you want some medicine?"
"Of course, there are three days left. Just give me a seven-day dose, and then give me something to replenish my body. Youzong is an indispensable and capable person in our material department. Now that I am sick, I naturally want the best treatment."
"In this way, let's go out first and let him have a good rest."
If I hadn't seen the pity rising in the other person's eyes before.
Sumo might even feel good about the middle-aged man's generous and caring look.
But now, after nodding weakly and showing a grateful expression, Somo closed his eyes again and pretended to see off the guests.
At this time, the few people remaining in the field no longer waited.
With the sound of the door banging, the young woman was suddenly the only one left in the room.
"Brother Zong, do you want some water? You really scared me last night!"
The woman patted her chest and walked to the table.
Seeing the other party holding his right hand with concern, Somo suppressed his laughter and slowly sat up.
"Oh, my head hurts so much. Whenever I think about something in my mind, I feel so much pain that I can't even remember who you are."
"Have a headache just thinking about things? Can't remember me?" She was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't understand Sumo's current state. The woman's face was a little confused.
But then, she quickly reacted and said in a panic:
"Brother Zong, I am Xiaojuan, have you forgotten? It was you who picked me up from the refugee camp in the first place?"
"The one who just came over is Wu Chongzu, the director of the supplies department of our Cili Town, and your subordinates, Hong Zhe and Yang Hua."
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"You were fine during dinner last night. Then you said you were sleepy and wanted to go upstairs to sleep. I didn't think much about it. But when I came up to ask you to have breakfast in the morning, you looked like this. Brother Zong, you don't know how.
Have you lost your memory?"
After talking in a panic for two or three minutes, and seeing the woman named Huang Xiaojuan sweating on her head in a hurry, Sumo put away his "empty" eyes and gained a little more energy.
"Amnesia. It seems that I really can't remember some things. Ah, my head hurts!"
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. If you can't remember, let's think about it slowly. Brother Zong, why don't you take a nap first and take a look after drinking the decoction? I'll be with you. If you want to know anything, I can do it."
Tell you."
"Brother Zong, you can't leave me alone!"
As she spoke, Huang Xiaojuan started to cry, big tears welling up from her eyes, and her face was full of concern.
This look reminded Sumo of his sister.
For a moment, he had no intention of continuing the teasing, so he nodded and walked off the bed with Huang Xiaojuan's help.
"I'll go take a look at the window, it's a little boring."
As soon as he finished speaking, seeing Huang Xiaojuan quickly lowering her body and starting to put on her shoes, Su Mo paused, and a softness appeared on his stiff face.
Before that, he thought that the original owner might have some unexplainable relationship with Huang Xiaojuan.
But now it seems that the relationship between the two may really be a pure brother-sister relationship.
"Well, this relationship can be used as a breakthrough to let me know what has happened in the wasteland in the past eight years."
Putting on well-made cowhide flat shoes, with Huang Xiaojuan's support, Somo walked slowly but extremely firmly to the window.
step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
The big bed is not far from the window.
Taking a deep breath and looking at the nearby window, Somo took the last step and stood behind him to look outside.
This moment.
A world that he had never seen before, even unimaginable, began to appear before his eyes for the first time.
