Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"Ho-hey!"

The heavy hammer slammed into the sharpened wooden pillar and slammed it into the ground. The shirtless strong man swung the wooden hammer, his muscles bulging every inch, urging a huge force to work in full swing.

Shark Tex, a former imperial navy, a famous bounty hunter on the west coast of Goethe, is now sweating and doing simple and enthusiastic labor - building walls.

If his old friends and old foes knew that he was doing this, no matter who he was, everyone would burst into laughter. In fact, before today, Tex never imagined that he would one day be reduced to becoming a Construction workers, after all, how can the brave mad sharks work for people?

But he still picked up the wooden hammer and volunteered for glorious labor.

The greedy, vicious and cunning mad shark swung the sledgehammer and said, "Eighty! Eighty!"

Eighty work points, that's the amount he's going to earn.

It is also the only motivation for him to swing the sledgehammer here.

Because eighty work points can be exchanged for a Listener brand portable radio.

It's the one in the Crocodile Bar. Damn Jim, it's so precious that he's supposed to hold it when he sleeps, and he won't even touch it.

This baby bump that can make interesting sounds and tunes cannot be bought with money. It is only available in various taverns, restaurants and other shops. It is not for sale. It is said that every owner has signed some kind of contract or contract for this. , Jim kept it a secret anyway.

As a bounty hunter with a flexible mind, it is not that Tex has not used his brains, but the rapid and fierce counterattack from the far port made him rein in his mind - the day after the large-scale distribution of radios, there were seven incidents in the far port Theft and robbery, not robbing money or sex, only robbing the radio.

Then on the third day, all the prisoners were arrested.

Even with a boss who guarded the robbery, all of them were killed by the executioner on the execution ground. Before they were executed, they had obviously suffered cruel torture and torture. Tex was also there at the time and recognized the famous thief Grey Vulture, that The poor fellow was still shouting that he would be willing to serve His Highness Kant for the rest of his life and be a slave, but the answer from the beheading officer, Alsett, was cold and intimidating.

He said that His Royal Highness Kant didn't need garbage that would miss even stealing a radio.

There was even a hint of humor in that cruel rejection, which made Tex remember deeply, and also dispelled any idea of ​​obtaining a personal radio through the "flexible way". He could only endure the envy and greed of soaking in the Crocodile Tavern every day. Rubbing Jim's radio, to this day.

Today, the mayor released a series of shocking news through the radio. A large number of terrifying monsters appeared in the Broken Isles. His Royal Highness Kant decided to launch the largest air rescue in history, and called on all Far Harbor people to participate in this operation. To be fair, these Shit, Tex didn't care, but there was a demonic voice that seduced souls, and it said, come to work and get the radio.

He rushed out the door and arrived quickly. The registration point was already lined up. Soldiers and alchemy aircraft went back and forth to explain the policy, and handed out flyers. Tex was literate. He almost printed all the details of the exchange chart and the event description on it. In his mind, it turned into a hammer and a hammer.

He calculated a thousand times the best way to get a tape recorder.

"Daily check-in..."

"If you come to do things every day, the rewards for signing in will become more and more, and you cannot interrupt... The estimated duration of the event is seven days. If you save all the work points for signing in, it will be thirty-three..."

"After repairing a 100-meter-long fence and passing the inspection, you can earn five work points..."

"I can do it by myself, and I can get five points, but it's too laborious. I can't keep swinging the hammer to help build the tent, and I will give one point for every ten..."

"Besides that, after the personnel are in place, food is delivered, and garbage is cleaned and transported. Hmph, it's too much trouble. Damn, the patrol work and public security management work need to be upgraded..."

Tex pondered over and over about the rewards and results of the event. He was not interested in instant noodles, mirrors, lighters, flashlights and the like. Only the radio was the card he wanted. After his calculation, it should take about seven days. Able to save up to the eighty work points needed to redeem the radio without being overworked, and even a little surplus—yes, the radio, seven days.

When he thought of this, he really had mixed feelings. He wanted to laugh when he thought of the thief gray vulture who had been in the industry for more than 20 years and was cut to death by a knife.

The radio for which this veteran thief gave his life could be bought with a seven-day sledgehammer in this wasteland—who would have thought of that? Is there anything more absurd than this?

Ah, so much money.

His Royal Highness Kant is really generous, even a little silly.

Doesn't he know how exaggerated the price of a radio is on the black market?

Tex shook his head as he worked.

The work points designated as "event exchange coupons" are not a coin-like entity. They are said to be recorded on each person's ID card number, so there is no room for private transactions. The trust of everyone, everyone has no objection - will His Highness still deceive people?

This also cut off Tex's idea of ​​quickly accumulating work points in gold and silver and directly exchanging radios to leave.

If he wanted to get that baby, he seemed to have to do it for seven days.

or…

He hammered the stake firmly and took out the flyer from his pocket.

There is a new paragraph at the bottom of the flyer redemption chart and explanation.

"The Europa Wheel."

Tex's eyes flickered with struggling light.

The name is weird, but not the point, the point is the content.

From the second night of the event to the end of the event, every night after work is over, the big turntable event will be held in various streets. Users need to invest five work points to turn the big turntable once.

If you redeem ten times in a row, you can get an additional gift. There are many prizes on the turntable, and all the redemption prizes are listed on it. The probability is big or small, including the radio. A radio that can only be purchased can be obtained at least at five o'clock.

The cunning bounty hunter pondered.

This is the biggest thing that bothers him, the reward list of the turntable is deeply imprinted in his heart, making him imagine, the cunning character makes him suspect, this is just a despicable trap of the Aurora, but the dark and depraved seeds take root in his heart Germinated, urging him to give it a go.

Might be hit.

Just, let's try it for a while.

Five o'clock work points are not many. If there is no radio, it will be terminated immediately.

He shook off the sweat, put down the sledgehammer, took the water bottle hanging around his neck, unscrewed the lid, and drank it. This delicate thing is very flattering. It is actually made of metal. Anyone alive can receive one, which is said to be a "Memorial Water Bottle for the Evacuation of the Broken Isles".

Soldiers in the distance are erecting strange and huge lamps, which they say are used for construction at night, for the workers who come up in rotation. The aroma of bread and broth wafts in the distance. It is the cooks who are preparing dinner. Food, one of the reasons that attracts the civilians of the Far Harbor to work is to manage the meals.

For them, managing meals means saving money—a lot of money.

All this has nothing to do with Tex, he just wants the radio, and the sturdy giant picked up new logs from the wood pile on the side, ready to earn ten work points today.

At this moment, the loudspeaker in the distance sounded melodious music.

Tex turned back subconsciously. All the busy people here stopped and put down their work. They took a breath and stood up straight. This is a rare rest time.

The sweet music from the radio is very pleasant and unheard of. I don't know what kind of musical instrument it is played. In this light and beautiful melody, soft female voices sounded.

"All kinds of listeners, hello everyone."

The voice lifted the spirits of the men.

In the past, what appeared on the radio was either Mayor Hong San's speech and decree, or Lord Horus' gloomy murder notice. This was the first time I heard this sweet and soft female voice. , but singing.

Tex's expression changed, and the voice seemed to be familiar.

"I'm the temporary special host of Far Harbor People's Radio, Eleanor."

Sure enough it was her!

Tex showed a very interested expression. This woman is a popular actress at the Mugunghwa Theater. Her melodious singing voice is a must in Far Harbor. Jim likes to listen to her singing. He has also listened to her several times. It is really good. It was novel enough to hear the voices of actors I knew.

While thinking about it, Eleanor's voice continued to sound, which seemed a little nervous, but quickly adjusted to a normal state, and the beautiful voice like a lark said: "I am honored to be invited by the Far Harbor City Hall today, as a The host broadcasts news from the Broken Isles for everyone..."

"We have been informed that the warriors fighting in the Broken Isles have taken control of the battle and escorted thousands of survivors to the big platform base on the central island. An hour ago, 800 survivors from the Broken Isles boarded The huge Airbus soared into the sky, flew to an altitude of 10,000 meters, swept across the vast ocean, and headed for a beautiful, safe and free far port!"

Cheers sounded from a distance, but Tex didn't notice it, and a smile appeared on his face.

The host Eleanor continued: "The second Airbus took off half an hour ago, the third flight is about to take off, and in about five minutes, the first airliner will arrive at the beautiful far port."

"Giant steel wings will roar past our magnificent cities and prosperous docks, and every citizen who looks up to the sky will see that this pinnacle of alchemy and magic will land in the distance At the Far Harbor International Airport, 15 kilometers away from the city, Mayor Hong San led the mixed mage regiment, Valentine Guards, Civil Engineering Corps and other teams to prepare for the first landing of Airbus!"

"We would like to thank the Far Harbor Architects Association, the Municipal Engineering Corps, the Survey Corps' Luggage Department, and the Combined Fleet Logistics Team for their full support. They set up a runway for passenger aircraft to land at the fastest speed. This unprecedented feat is an unprecedented feat for all of us. The great work accomplished together, just as His Royal Highness Kant said, the glory, justice and achievements that have happened here today belong to everyone who strives for it!"

The cheers in the distance grew louder.

Tex turned to look, and the men, who were apparently poor dock porters, were blushing with excitement and cheering loudly, looking extremely excited.

It's normal. After all, such a person has never experienced the taste of being blown by a rainbow fart in his life.

There seemed to be a page-turning sound on the radio.

Immediately, the sweet voice of the temporary host resounded: "Among the eight hundred passengers, there are soldiers who were honorably wounded in the Battle of the Broken Isles, warriors who made great achievements regardless of their own lives, and Broken who provided valuable help to the combined fleet. There are many people of insight in the archipelago, and there are many innocent people who are just as ordinary and kind as us. Our medical team and volunteer team are ready and ready to welcome them. This is a great, friendly and just. City, we will prove to the world!"

Speaking of this, the host's tone suddenly quickened a bit, and said excitedly: "Look!"

- The roaring sound is vaguely coming from the sky.

People at the construction site looked up and saw a black spot on the west side of the sky that was constantly expanding.

In the far port, people who stopped in squares, streets and piers to listen to the broadcast shouted in surprise. Many people rushed out of the room, but when the sun was setting in the west, in the afterglow of the sky, a huge steel bird came from the clouds. And fell, roaring from the blue sky and blue sea, the huge sound was like the cry of an ancient beast, sending greetings to the city for the first time.

The huge body of the Airbus swept across the sky of the city, casting the last shadow, the figure was huge and shocking, the beauty of industry, the beauty of gigantic, the beauty of mechanics, the beauty of flying, shocked all the witnesses in the roar of passing by. The mind, that is, human beings can finally soar in the sky with the power of intelligence, collective and civilization, without the wings of birds, without the power of gods and demons.

Just need people.

After witnessing all this, the Far Harbor people cheered after being surprised and shocked.

They couldn't say what they were cheering for.

But today does seem to be a day to celebrate.

Far Harbor Airport.

There is no cheering here, only the vigilance.

The chariots in the distance were on standby, the engines were roaring, and in the four areas of the south, east, and northwest, four spellcaster troops deployed magic guide positions. The hurricane, the earth, and the frost and many magic tools were ready to go. Hong San came to the scene and nervously carried out the final battle. Mobilization and deployment.

"Attention Druid, check the airspace last and disperse all birds!"

"Guards, patrol again with life detection spells! Don't let any life get close to the runway!"

"Illumination has another energy level check!"

The gate of phase unfolded, Kant's figure appeared, and the surrounding commanders immediately saluted: "His Royal Highness!"

Kant patted Hong San on the shoulder: "How is it?"

"Everything is ready," Hong San replied, "Just waiting for the result."

Kant took a deep breath: "Yes."

He looked at the casters around him: "I will stress again for the last time that everything is flying normally, and there will be no problem in theory during the landing process of the plane. The only variable is the runway. I am not sure whether the runway material we use is suitable or not. The most extreme situation that can happen after landing..."

He paused for a moment and said, "Fire, the body breaks, flips over... Have you all made plans?"

Hong San replied: "Yes, all four dragons in the far port are already here. If there is a problem during the landing process, they will change into a dragon shape and lift the plane to slow down with pure power."

"If the body is physically damaged or even broken after landing, the mage group will immediately cast a large-scale feather fall technique to wrap the body with an atmospheric aegis, extinguish the flames with frost, and spread layers of air shields..."

These are the emergency plans made at the first time. Kant has already remembered them in his heart. The engine roared in the distance, the huge steel wings swirled around, adjusted the direction of the landing, and the voice of Horus sounded on the walkie-talkie: "Call On the ground, apply for landing."

Kant glanced at Hong San, who nodded to him.

Kant took a deep breath: "Agree to land."

The passenger plane, which is close to 60 meters, lowered its altitude and aimed at the channel that was illuminated with cold light. Like a bird returning to the forest, it fell from the sky, getting lower and lower...

The airport has been silent, only the roar of the engine, everyone is watching, watching.

Until a sharp and violent screeching sound, the huge tire touches the track.

In an instant, a large amount of smoke was blown up by the strong friction, and the front wheel landed, and the passenger plane shook.

The landing passenger plane roared forward, and its momentum was several times faster than the fastest raptor cavalry. The aircraft with a wingspan of more than 60 meters could almost overwhelm all the fortified formations in the world. The charging giant beast shocked the witnesses, but they found that the rushing momentum of the thunder was getting slower and slower, as if it had been tamed, until...

Stop slowly.

It stopped.

The indicator light of the wing turned from red to green, which means that everything is normal. The giant steel bird stopped quietly on the runway. Time seemed to stop, and everyone was watching silently.

Kant was also speechless for a moment.

After a while, Hong San handed the phone to Kant.

"Your Highness." He whispered, "The whole world is waiting for your voice."

Kant looked at him, and Hong San returned with a gentle smile, but a drop of cold sweat fell from his temples.

"I'm Kant."

Through radio, radio, and amplifiers, the sound spread all over the hot construction site, the volunteer team waiting to be evacuated, the entire Far Harbor, and even the Broken Isles.

Let it be heard by the citizens who are waiting for the news, by the sentinels, messengers and journalists of the nations, by all the waiting participants, volunteers, builders and fighters.

It was also heard by the frightened passengers in the cabin.

"The Homecoming Airbus has successfully landed and everything is normal." Kant said calmly, "I hereby announce that we have successfully built... the bridge of the stars."

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PS1: Update... ah, yesterday was so crazy, today I can't even get up to code. (far vision)