Chapter 232: Break the plan

The head was as painful as an explosion, accompanied by an uncontrollable dizziness. Liu Yuchen frowned, shook his head hard, and sat up with force on the edge of the bed. The moment his feet landed on the ground, he did not feel the hardness that was familiar to him at all. Instead, he felt the softness and illusion of stepping on cotton and clouds.

The stomach was sore, and the churning gastric juice stimulated the throat and eroded. It suppressed the desire to vomit, held the wall and stood up slowly, and barely supported the body with his weak legs to maintain balance. He was tired and took several deep breaths in a row, and a faint blood-red glow gradually climbed up his pale cheeks.

Liu Yuchen is a very controlful person. In his memory, except for the time when his father returned home after his funeral, he never got drunk again. Like all doctors, he attached great importance to his body and health. A hangover will not bring any benefits except for anesthesia of the body and a brief sense of excitement in his mind. At the same time, it will also trigger a series of strong negative reactions. Dizziness and vomiting are all extremely disgusting, and he is trying his best to avoid things.

His mind was very confused, but he clearly remembered every scene that happened last night.

Obviously, he was in the hands of a group of wilderness robbers. When he was in the No. 24 City of Life, he had heard several mercenaries who had been away for many years talk about it. Some wilderness refugees occupy areas that can obtain a small amount of water to form settlements, and they make a living by plundering past humans and hunting mutant animals. Single wanderers are their favorite targets, and these guys usually kill their victims and pickle them into jerky meat for a long time to store. They rely on this method to survive in the wilderness. Eating human flesh for a long time will have a certain degree of negative impact on the body structure of the eater, and may even mutate the brain and certain important organs. However, under the threat of hunger, they will not control so much. Over time, they will even regard this act of subverting moral concepts as a rare enjoyment.

Speaking of morality... this chaotic world seems to have been buried deep in the deepest part of dust and ruins along with the civilizations of the old era.

"You're awake?"

Hearing the movement, the man squatting in front of the stove turned around and looked at him with a smile.

This is a not-so-high-grade Asian man. He wrapped himself in a red and black grid similar to a female shawl. The scattered threads fell down from the edge of the cloth. Through the gap, the light gray combat uniforms were clearly seen inside.

People living in the wasteland world know how to use every instrument around them and make it work for the most. Especially for wanderers in the wilderness, the style of clothes cannot be distinguished from the perspective of men and women. Under the threat of cold and lack of supplies, men will also wear petticoats and stockings, and do everything possible to keep themselves warm.

Of course, the premise is that the clothes they found in the ruins can still be worn, and have not yet become shaved wires that can be broken with a slight pull.

Liu Yuchen has been watching the battle suit under the man's cloth. There are very few large institutions in this world that have their own production capacity. They all have special emblems and clothing styles. Whether it is appearance or color, flexibility, or the fabric itself, they are exactly the same as the clothing distributed by the Skeleton Knights. However, in several important parts such as the chest and the side of the arms, the black skeleton logo was not seen.

He subconsciously lowered his head and searched back and forth at his feet and around the bed, without seeing his backpack or finding the assault rifle that should have been placed with him.

"Are you looking for this?"

The man smiled and pointed to the corner close to the door. On a chair with only three legs left, there was something that Liu Yuchen should have belonged to him in his memory. At the same time, he also exposed a flat iron pot on the stove. There was a sticky liquid similar to rice porridge. The surface kept spitting out bursting bubbles, and the air was quickly filled with a strong smell that was salivating.

He stirred the porridge with a spoon, filled an enamel jar with a sag that was obviously exposed at the bottom, and placed a pair of wooden chopsticks made of dead branches on the surface. The man picked up the porridge and walked over carefully.

His face was as thin as his body, with blue-gray skin scratched on the top of his head, his cheekbones were so protruding that he had a long period of malnutrition that caused the eye socket to sink very deeply, his thin lips were bulging outward, but his eyes were very soft, and he could not detect any hostility.

Liu Yuchen took the rice porridge, but he didn't politely. He leaned close to his lips and blew it, slowly sucking his mouth.

If the other party wants to harm himself, there is no need to poison the porridge. Food is very precious in the wilderness and they will never waste it on the dying person.

"My name is Meng Yi, where are you?"

The man pulled an old wooden box with moldy spots from the side, sat down, and asked.

"Liu Yuchen."

He drank the porridge and his voice was a little vague. He didn't want to hide his real name, and there was no need to do so.

"Are you from the Joint Doctors Association?" Meng Yi pulled open his top pocket, took out the silver lancet brooch, and asked seriously.

“Once was.”

The porridge was very light, and the seasoning was only the simplest salt, but it was the filling that Liu Yuchen had most urgently needed for his stomach. He smiled mockingly and said, "As for now... it's not important anymore. If you like it, you can keep it yourself."

“There is something I’ve always been very curious about.”

Meng Yi did not mention anything that happened last night. He played with the brooch in his hand and asked in a tentative tone: "You are a doctor. As far as I know, the enhancement potions are all from the doctors' association. Haha! Why don't you give yourself an injection? You know, the wilderness is not as safe as staying in the city. Haha, even if it is just the simplest level of strengthening, it is much safer."

"A shot? Hahahaha! You ask me why I don't get an injection?"

Liu Yuchen smiled a little nervously: "As you said, I am a doctor. The doctor will never treat myself or use the things I made. Hahaha! You should understand that the injection must bear the corresponding proportion of risks. Yes, I have a whole box of Level 4 enhancement drugs on my hand. But can you guarantee that I will definitely be able to survive the 50% chance and be lucky to become a mutant?"

Meng Yi's face was still calm and he nodded silently.

"What are your plans now?"

He was very clever and did not ask about the relationship between Liu Yuchen and the City of Life No. 24. Obviously, there must be some inevitable connection between this strange young man and the ongoing war in the northwest. In the wasteland world, doctors are a respectable profession that can be treated well everywhere. Since he is indifferent to the silver brooch, he has given up his former identity. If he is willing to stay in Reed Town, then it is definitely a good thing to celebrate for this small settlement under his jurisdiction.

People will always get sick when they live. It is impossible to avoid it whether they are old or new generations of humans. Especially in this harsh environment full of radiation, getting sick usually means death.

"I have to get out of here."

Liu Yuchen's answer made Meng Yi's face suddenly change slightly. Before he could get angry, he continued: "I'm going southeast to meet a friend. I'm glad you saved my life and I can leave you the most valuable things on my body, including the box of strengthening potions. Of course, if you can send someone to accompany me to walk the rest of the way, you can get more rewards when you arrive in Yinyue City."

Meng Yi's eyes immediately thrust, his hands trembled a little, but he quickly controlled himself and covered his trembling muscles on his face, and asked quietly: "Yinyue City? Who are you aware of?"

"Lin Xiang. He is the city lord there." Liu Yuchen's face was full of calmness.

"What did you say? Lin, Lin Xiang?"

Meng Yi was stunned and then laughed silently. He laughed happily and comfortably, and even burst into tears.

...

Located in the mountains and forests, Galgassoni Castle is a quiet and peaceful manor. Under the warm spring sunshine, most of the withered plants in the cold winter release fresh and tender vitality. Although they are not completely covered with green, they have already bloomed with weak new leaves. Between the main building and several auxiliary buildings connected by long corridors, they are bent and twisted by yellow and thick vines. The pink and white plaster relief adds more solemn atmosphere to the building, and the metal fence with strong artistic details shows luxury. Gardeners are busy in the nurseries on both sides of the road. They dig the melted frozen soil and sow the seeds harvested last year. As long as the climate remains warm and a few clear and drizzle falls at the right time, all the dilapidated atmosphere in winter will quickly fade away, and replace it with a pleasant and cheerful verdant green.

Bergson stayed in his office as usual, still in a constant high-necked black satin shirt, and the gray beard on his chin was as trimmed as before. The only thing that changed was that there was no longer confidence in his eyes, but more were respect, fear, and heartfelt fear.

Spring did not bring him hope and joy. On the contrary, all he felt was anger and despair.

Everything comes from the city called "Hidden Moon" and the young man named Lin Xiang.

Since the last time Galgassoni Castle was completely captured and the family members were slaughtered in blood, Bergson has realized that among the two major forces, Sosbia and Ferdinand, the once abandoned and insignificant land was rising, a terrible monster that was enough to annex the Luton family and the Arresandro family.

He has been trying hard to avoid this.

Under Bergson's order, Sosbia accelerated its expansion to the north half a year ago. He sent more than 200 exploration teams to conduct the most careful and thorough investigation of the parts outside the map range, and carefully searched for any suitable and weak radiation area. At the same time, he increased his penetration of eastern coastal cities, and drew qualified personnel from those settlements that had already grasped full control to form an army, and bribed some administrators of the Skeleton Knights in order to obtain powerful combat weapons such as the "Strick" armored vehicles. Unfortunately, the Crescent City ignored these requirements and even increased the amount of material collection in Sosbia by twelve percentage points.

Radiation divides the centenary humans into two major populations: mutation and ordinary people. Bergson himself is also very clear that the best way to fight parasites is to find more powerful parasites than them.

It is very difficult to do this.

Parasites are not corn in the ground. They plant a grain of corn to harvest an ear. They are rare in number, and their powerful strength and mutant constitution are beyond ordinary people, which makes them have an unusual hobby and desire to possess matter and power.

Hiring is the only way for Bergson to strengthen his strength.

Of course, selecting children from Sosbian territory, applying nuclear waste to them to cause infection, or eating heavily contaminated food to form mutations in the body, and obtaining psychopaths that are much faster than normal evolution at the cost of large amounts of death is also one of the common methods used by many family institutions. However, Bergson has no time to do so.

Every time he listens to the report of a spy returning from Yinyue City, he feels frightened and crisis.

The city was developing too fast, completely beyond my expectations.

According to Bergson's original plan, the huge commercial and trade capabilities of Sosbia should be used to completely crush this city that suddenly emerged from the wilderness.

That's right, Lin Xiang has powerful parasites under his command. But Bergson was afraid of it. Humans are a social animal. The strength of individuals or a few people may have enough influence in a short period of time, but it will never be able to fundamentally solve all problems.

To build a city, population is required.

The key to the stability of population and the situation in the city is food.

Bergson knew very well that as long as Lin Xiang was given time, he would harvest food on the land that was not lacking in clean water. One year, two years, three years... This number would overlap repeatedly with the accumulation of population and time, and it was difficult to estimate. It is no exaggeration to say that Yinyue City is the largest grain production area sandwiched between Sosbia and Ferdinand.

Too bad, why didn’t I find water there earlier?

However, it is not too late to start now.

A considerable part of the news of food ration in Yinyue City was spread by Sosbia to the entire eastern wilderness with Bergson's permission. Without his support, the group of refugees coming from all directions would not be so large. The patriarch of the Luton family was very smart in his calculations - tens of thousands of refugees would eat all the food stored in Yinyue City. They could not even wait for the new harvest season next year. In order to maintain stability and development, the young town lord had to provide enough food to more and more refugees. During this period, Sosbia would provide all supplies including salt, cloth, medicines and weapons, but the words "food" would not be added to the trade list.

The refugees are a terrible group of locusts.

Bergson patiently waited for the day when Yinyue City was eaten up, chewed, and turned into white land.

The expected scene did not appear in the end. Lin Xiang's actions of killing tens of thousands of civilians in one breath shocked and frightened Bergson, but he was still planning his own plans. More refugees gathered from the wilderness, while Yinyue City received comprehensive help from the Skeleton Knights at this time.

When the spy learned from the spy that when the Crescent City sent a transport convoy, Bergson completely collapsed on the chair, and seemed to have become fifty years old in an instant.

He understood that he could no longer prevent Hidden Moon City from rising from the wilderness. Next, Sosbia would be swallowed up and digested by it.

Bergson was unable to hire more parasites to launch an attack on Yinyue City and accelerate the consumption of food. The conspiracy to speed up the consumption of food was completely shattered. Apart from leaving this land, crossing the heavy radiation area, and finding new development areas, Sosbia had no second way out.

But he was unwilling to give up.

Family, castles, wealth... the accumulation of nearly a century and the efforts of several generations will end in our own hands.

Reluctant to give up, but must accept the cruel reality.

Emma City is just the beginning. Although it has long been abandoned by Bergson, it indicates an extremely dangerous signal - the young man is acting, pointing his finger at himself.

If you can't win, you can't swallow, or you can't push it down, Bergson was completely desperate.

Things always turn around when people unexpectedly expect it. He never dreamed that Klester Dyna, the vice president of the "Claw" company who is usually the most mysterious, said to be hidden in a small town and never easily shows others, would appear in front of him at this time.

...

The decoration in the office is simple but not lacking in luxury. Tapestry embroidered with golden silk thread and bighorn cashmere makes the whole room feel no cold air. The exquisite handmade leather sofa is extremely expensive. Although the mahogany closet in the corner is a used item found in the ruins, it has been renovated and polished. This kind of utensil that has been left over from the last century and has been deposited after time, and has been labeled as "antique" is obviously much more valuable than new products made of the same material. Such examples are common even in the old era. If someone accidentally damages it, the owner will definitely cut off the head of the destroyer without hesitation to calm his anger.

Compared with expensive antiques, human life is actually so cheap that it is irrelevant.

Klester sat on the large and soft sofa, but Bergson stood in front of him like a humble listener. Although the latter was the owner of the room and the castle, he obviously did not care about this temporary identity change.

"Well... so, Brooke and Boris did go to that city and had some unpleasant dispute with the people there?"
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