Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1156 - 377: After Two Hundred Years of Wandering, Back to the Starting Point—What a Long Journey

The convoy carrying civilians wobbled its way to Pig Bay. The Cuban defeat was so complete that there was neither the competence nor the personnel to stay behind for guerrilla warfare or infiltration, so there was no danger encountered along the way.The civilians inside the vehicle were also apprehensive, huddled together in the corners of the carriage, too afraid to accept the water offered by the soldiers.

They didn’t recognize the identity of the soldiers sitting beside them, or rather, even now they didn’t know who was fighting against Havana.

With information blocked and cultural regression, even if you told them it was New America, they would say they didn’t know. It’s hard to imagine that this place was once so strategically important as to influence global bipolar wars, yet now society is nearly regressing to the slave era.

The old man named Kongge in the carriage mustered the courage to ask

"Where are we being taken?"

"To our outpost."

Sitting in the carriage responsible for guarding the villagers, Arnold answered while eating a recharging candy stick,

"The area around Da Haguai will soon become a warzone, so to avoid you getting hurt in the fighting, we have to evacuate you in advance.

But don’t worry, Horizon Corporation will provide you with shelter and food, all you have to do is work for us."

The wages can wait, at least until the pharmaceutical factory here starts production.

"Work? But we only know how to farm and produce that medicine."

Kongge and the villagers’ restless hearts slightly calmed down.

Arnold glanced at the small map,

"You’ll soon find out."

Kongge stopped talking and instead tried to look out from the half-open back door of the troop carrier.

The temporary harbor at Pig Bay was still bustling with cargo, but besides the port, there were no notable buildings, just a pile of small prefab houses used for rest, a canteen, and some construction industries.

More cargo was being transported by the convoy toward an entrance deeply embedded below the ground, coming in only without any going out.

There was a ramp nearly ten meters wide, with a thirty-degree slope, extending straight into the ground. The surface and side walls were cast with high-strength steel-fiber cement, with the entrance nearly thirty meters deep from the ground, looking like a road straight to Hell.

The large gate at the entrance was built with over half a meter of alloy, almost impossible to pose any threat to the interior unless hit directly by a nuclear bomb. To guard against the European Community making desperate moves, some critical facilities were placed over a hundred meters underground.

The long convoy followed the slope into the underground, and the freight trucks, with tires two meters tall each, barely fitting through the five-meter-high doorway. Compared to those freight trucks, the personnel convoys passing by looked so tiny, like toy cars.

And each freight truck carried at least hundreds of tons of cargo in its carriage.

When an industrial civilization no longer confines itself to small cities, the power it can unleash is astounding.

Passing through the alloy gates and a corridor over a hundred meters long where cargo was sorted, countless intelligent machines and personnel scurried back and forth. When the freight trucks stopped, people and intelligent machines immediately swarmed around like ants.

They quickly unloaded various materials from the freight truck carriages, and after entering them into the system for confirmation, the intelligent machines automatically sorted them onto different trolleys, and according to designations, they were sent to stockpiling warehouses deep underground.

In the layout of the underground city, there are even underground freight tunnels like this.

Onboard were materials like raw materials for pharmaceuticals, nuclear fuel for thorium-based reactors, hydroponic concentrated nutrients, water purification equipment, and various industrial devices...

Hundreds and thousands of machines and people methodically divided their work underground, and under the arrangement of Sea God, there was not a hint of disorder. Large ventilation equipment ensured the temperature and humidity of the underground city, and huge lights illuminated everything brightly, akin to an ant colony building its nest.

Countless supplies and machines demonstrated the essence of heavy industry.

Contrary to what Military Technology and New America thought, Lin Miao was not merely here to fight a war and waste money; some things inconvenient to produce in Night City are easier to come by in Cuba, such a distant land.

After getting off the car, Kongge and the villagers looked around blankly, feeling as though they were in the wrong place, like a group of slaves from three hundred years ago suddenly brought into the year 2076.

The sense of panic and helplessness even began to transform into fear, a soul-trembling induced by time dislocation.

Arnold said to Big Ass who approached,

"Brought back thirty-seven on this trip; here’s the personnel list. If we’d gone a little earlier, we might’ve saved a few more. A whole bunch of births, they’re already not considered human."

"Not enough..."

Big Ass spread his hands and showed a bitter smile,

"This adds up to just over nine hundred; you’ve taken all our people to fight on the front line, and such numbers are totally insufficient for the construction site."

"It’s plenty, we’ve almost scoured the nearby villages, and this is all that’s left. Surely, you don’t mean for me to bring you those prisoners, too?" Arnold urged,

"Quickly take these people for training, don’t waste time arguing with me. Sword Saint said it’s impossible to assign you even one more machine; we don’t have enough for the front lines ourselves, and we’ve got a mine task to tackle this afternoon, so I won’t waste any more time with you."

With that, he turned and hopped back onto the vehicle, departing with his team members.