I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

"If you send troops, how much is the odds?" Jiang Chen asked quietly.

Jiang Chen thought that Chu Nan would give himself an exact answer, but he saw him shake his head.

"Hard to say."

“Why?” Jiang Chen asked.

"In terms of the current command system, even the mobilization of more soldiers is difficult to win." Chunan bluntly said without hesitation.

"Do you have any good opinions on the reform of the command system?"

In fact, Jiang Chen was thinking about this issue before going back last time, but there has been no clue. He has already planned almost the reform of the administrative system, but the military honestly said that in addition to playing several real-time strategy games, he is a military blind.

"I don't understand very well in commanding this. Are you not capturing an army colonel? She definitely knows more than all of us." Chu Nandao.

Jiang Chen’s face flashed a glimpse of his face, and his eyes drifted to one side.

"Cough, she has not given up her loyalty to the organization."

Slightly frowning, Chu Nan thought and asked, "It should be impossible according to reason, is the chip a problem? Do you want me to help you?"

"No, I still come by myself." Jiang Chen quickly refused.

Chu Nan slightly glimpsed, seems to understand what, looked at Jiang Chen with a look.

"Excuse me, it is not advisable to move the prisoner's heart. Her knowledge is very important to your career and I hope the Marshal will consider it carefully."

"I will." Jiang Chen vaguely replied, "I will solve the reform of the command system as soon as possible. Are you planning for the expedition?"

Seeing that Jiang Chen did not intend to continue on this topic, Chu Nan also accepted the words with enthusiasm and replied: "Of course. First of all, in terms of war materials, we can issue war bonds through the sixth block bank and publicly raise funds for war. Reimbursed with materials seized from the hands of the mutants, and then used the funds raised to place orders with major arms factories to purchase weapons and ammunition while invigorating the near-saturated military market. On the other hand, the funds were also It will be used to hire mercenary groups and hunting groups, pay salaries for recruiting soldiers, etc."

"This idea is good." Jiang Chen praised.

When a war is waged, not only does it cost a penny, but it can still make a lot of money. Use the money of the people to pay for the armaments of the fish bone base. It is also possible to use the arms orders as a lever to incite economic development. This move in Chunan is indeed wonderful.

"Mobilize the soldiers? How many people can be mobilized." Jiang Chen then asked.

"It is expected to mobilize 1,000 soldiers into the army." South Chuan Road.

This amount is still objective, Jiang Chen nodded with satisfaction. Counting the 1,000 slaves bought from the big mine pit, that is the new recruit of 2,000 people, once the training is completed. The strength of the fish bone base will more than double.

"The preparation for the expedition will get rid of you. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

After that, Jiang Chen stood up.

Seeing Jiang Chen ready to go, Chu Nan also stood up and sent him to the downstairs of the parliament building.

Although there are still some things to do, Jiang Chen is not so anxious at this moment. More than a year later, he wanted to take a good look at what this glorious little town has developed.

After bidding farewell to Chunan, Jiang Chen casually strolled around in the inner circle. Then he went straight to the outer circle.

Compared to a year ago, it really flourished a lot.

The buildings on both sides of the street have basically been refurbished, and many have even been rebuilt into three or four-story high-rise buildings. Just standing here, if you don't look up at the yellow-green radiation dust, you really can't feel the smell of waste soil.

Bustling crowds, a wide range of goods. The solitary passengers and traders carrying rifles bargained in front of the booth, and soldiers wearing carbon-horse battle suits maintained market order. In addition to the usual survivors of the city of Wanghai, occasionally you can see the survivors who are obviously different from the locals. Some of them come from Zhangzhou, 400 kilometers away, and some from Wuzhou, 600 kilometers away, and some even from the North Union District.

They bring sub-crystals and commodities at the same time. It also brings the technology that is lacking here. For example, a well-used intelligent mechanical dog can carry 100 kilograms of heavy objects throughout the terrain, making it easier for scavengers to carry more garbage. Another example is a silk spit from a mutant spider that can be used as a substitute for chemical binders that are commonly used in industry. Many private factories have already absorbed these technologies. And began to produce these "imported goods."

The former slum has been flattened and covered with apartment buildings. Most of them are private properties, and a small part is the military government's shelter. Here, we can no longer see the malnourished women in the street, and replace them with legally operated entertainment centers and special workers. There are no more refugees in the street who can eat and die, and people with good hands and feet can find jobs in the sixth block.

It is different to say that this is different from a year ago. That is probably civilization.

"Don't miss the passing! Fresh shells! Come and see!"

The snoring of a hawker attracted Jiang Chen’s attention.

Not so spacious, the store was crowded with crowds of onlookers, and the two mercenaries dressed up helped him to start and put a bag of grain into the scales. The hawker in the animal skin sipped while picking up the customer's money, and then handed a pack of shells to the customer's hand.

"Captain Valley?" Jiang Chen looked at the sack of grain unexpectedly.

Approaching the past, he asked the hawker.

"How is this thing sold?"

"One kilogram of 3 sub-crystals, no counter-offer." The hawker did not know Jiang Chen's face, it should come from other places.

Probably about the same price as the one, it is slightly cheaper than the price of rice. Jiang Chen secretly thought about it.

"Where did this thing come from?" Jiang Chen asked.

The hawker glanced at Jiang Chen with a vigilant look and did not answer. He only said: "Buy or buy, don't buy, don't block."

Jiang Chen did not care about his rudeness. He took three rice-sized sub-crystals from his pocket and threw them into the hands of the hawkers.

"Give me a kilogram."

When I saw Yajing, the hawkers suddenly smiled and opened a bag of shells and hands.

Looking at the bag of shells in his hand, Jiang Chen stopped to think for a moment, then walked to the warehouse area.

When he arrived at the warehouse area, Zhao Chenwu had stood at the door for a long time. There was another person standing beside him, Hu Youde, a businessman from the big mine pit.

Seeing Jiang Chen, Hu Youde’s eyes lit up and hurriedly greeted him.

"Hey, Jiang boss, let's meet again. I have brought the slave you want."

"What about people?" Jiang Chen blinked and there was no one on the ground.

"Cough, of course, can't be here. Now the slave business in the sixth block is carried out in the shelter outside the wall. This is your rule." Zhao Chenwu also came forward and explained to Jiang Chen.

It may be the rules of the guy in Chunan. Jiang Chen didn’t know about it. (To be continued.)