This Game Is Too Realistic-Chapter 322.1: Even The Weather Is On Our Side!

In a corner of the underground commercial complex, there was a room cluttered with items.

With the help of 2 assistants and several guerrilla soldiers, Ma Ban quickly cleared out this room, which was less than 20 square metres in size.

After procuring 3 sets of tables and chairs, along with 3 beds from the warehouse, Ma Ban inscribed some words on a wooden plaque and affixed it to the entrance, marking the official establishment of the New Alliance's Hope Town Office.

The work had just begun, so they were keeping things simple for now.

Ma Ban had already mentally prepared for the simplicity of the conditions here, as he and his fellow settlers had lived in this place for a period of time a few months ago.

Standing at the entrance of the office, Yang Duo, the logistics manager of Hope Town, looked somewhat embarrassed.

On one hand, they truly did not have anything good to offer to this New Alliance’s new management personnel who had just parachuted in. On the other hand, he really did not know how to face him.

"Mr. Ban... Ahem... Mr. Ma, it's been a long time."

"Long time no see." There was no intention of small talk in Ma Ban's brief and concise response.

Having pondered over what Ma Ban said for quite a while, Yang Duo could not figure out his thoughts. So, he cautiously continued. "... I'm sorry about the migration. But you know the situation back then, we didn't have enough food. If we didn't send away a portion of the people, all of us would have starved."

‘Sending away’ was a tactful way to put it.

More accurately, they were exiled.

Crossing through the marauder-occupied area to head south was a perilous journey in itself. And whether the New Alliance would fulfil their promises made on the broadcast was even more of a variable.

However, one thing Yang Duo did not lie about was their food supply. Their food indeed could not sustain that many people anymore.

The ones exiled were not only Ma Ban and his clan but also nearly 1,200 survivors, mainly from the settlement to the north of West Continent City.

The whereabouts of these people remained unknown to this day. No one knew if they were dead of alive.

In terms of the outcome, less than 30 percent of the people managed to successfully reach Dawn City.

Ma Ban glanced at him, realising that Yang Duo had probably misunderstood something, so he spoke casually, "I understand, I don't mean to blame you. Moreover, we've been doing well in Dawn City. They provided us with food and shelter, and even arranged jobs for us. There, they don't inquire about our background. As long as you prove your abilities and loyalty to the alliance, you can be valued... What about the thing I asked you for?"

"Here it is." Yang Duo smiled awkwardly, handing over the notebook in his hand hastily .

It was the records of Hope Town's warehouse. It recorded the income and expenditure of each item, including food, recyclable materials, and weapon inventory, among others.

Without wasting time on pleasantries, Ma Ban took the account book from his hand and roughly skimmed through it.

Later, he would input this data into the VM and hand it over to the inventory management personnel sent by the New Alliance.

Once integrated into the New Alliance's storage system, every incoming and outgoing item in the warehouse would be audited by an AI, including information such as things missing in each process and which item would be in short supply soon. All the information would be easily accessible.

When Ma Ban was working as a coordinator at the Home of Refugees, he had witnessed the power of the system.

Therefore, even before taking up this position, he had already decided that the first thing he would do upon arrival here was to hook Hope Town's warehouse to the network.

While scanning the account book with the camera on his earpiece, Ma Ban casually inquired about the situation in the warehouse, "How many people are left in Hope Town currently? And how much food is consumed daily?"

Faced with Ma Ban's inquiry, Yang Duo replied quickly. "Currently, there are 5,731 people remaining in Hope Town, with young adults accounting for 30 percent, and the rest being elderly, children, and women. Calculating based on a daily allocation of 300 grams per adult, the daily consumption would be..."

"1719.3 kilograms... Which is nearly 2 tons of food."

Flipping through the account book from cover to cover, Ma Ban's brow furrowed as he looked at the less than 5 tons of food stock and the meagre daily intake of less than 100 kilograms. "How did you manage to sustain ourselves until now?"

Upon hearing this question, a bitter expression appeared on Yang Duo's face. "It's only been a little over 2 months since you left... Do you really need to ask such a question?"

Ma Ban remained silent for a moment, then returned the account book to him. "The Alliance's aid will continue for a while. We'll try to ensure a supply of 2 tons of food per day until the new settlement gets on track."

"Furthermore, the sanitation issue must be resolved urgently and treated as the top priority mission! This issue can't be delayed, otherwise diseases and rat infestations will worsen, possibly even leading to more serious epidemics. By then, no amount of medication will be enough."

"I need you to immediately mobilise all able-bodied individuals in the town. I will arrange tasks for them and systematically clean up various areas of the temporary shelter. We should also clear more livable areas from the ruins of the commercial complex and reorganise the different zones of the shelter."

"The practice of cramming hundreds of people into one room must stop immediately. It's practically creating a breeding ground for diseases!"

"As for scavenging... We can put that on hold for now. The immediate focus is to address the survivors' survival issues. All other matters will have to take a back seat."

Yang Duo stared at the man standing before him in a daze. It had only been 2 months since they last met, but he felt as if this guy had changed entirely. It was to the point where he could not recognize him.

Ma Ban paused for a moment and continued, "As for those unfortunate casualties..."

"Let’s find a place to bury them."

...

With the issuance of the mobilisation order, the survivors of Hope Town quickly got into action.

Of course, what truly motivated them to enthusiastically engage in the cleaning work was not the mobilisation by Mayor Wu, but the promise of extra food rations for participating in the cleanup.

Although it was just a piece of green wheat cake weighing less than 150 grams, for the survivors who had been living on nutrient cream until now, it was a quite generous reward.

Ma Ban divided the mobilised survivors into groups of 10, outlining the sanitation responsibilities and tasks for each area.

The goal of the first phase was to clear excrement and other wastes from the corridors and rooms, while the second phase involved disinfecting the various zones of the shelter. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

It was not just about addressing hygiene issues.

It was also to help the survivors regain the courage to live on, eliminate barriers between each other, and rebuild a sense of unity.

Having previously served as a coordinator at the Home of Refugees, Ma Ban was well aware that the worse and more oppressive the living conditions, the less idle people should be kept.

Thanks to his previous experience accumulated at the Home of Refugees, he was adept at handling related issues, and the work quickly got on track.

On the other side, as Ma Ban's work smoothly unfolded, Lu Bei also successfully took over the command of the guerrilla team from the resistance organisation.

However...

The situation there was even worse than Lu Bei had imagined.

There were a total of 671 guerrilla members, of which less than half could truly form combat capability. Even among this combat-capable group, the majority had concerning health conditions.

Furthermore, their equipment was also a significant issue.

The weapons in stock were mostly crude iron pipe rifles, and the bullets were mostly black powder-based reloadable cartridges.

Those bullets not only jammed at a surprisingly high rate but also were extremely prone to causing barrel explosions due to accumulated residue. Many individuals lost fingers while producing bullets, which became a primary cause of non-combat casualties for the guerrilla forces, aside from illnesses.

The next evening, Lu Bei truthfully reported the situation he had learned to Chu Guang, who was far away in Dawn City.

"... The situation here is even worse than we anticipated. It's not just their health conditions, but also the almost nonexistent logistics. The iron pipe rifles they use can't possibly form effective combat capability because the weapons malfunction and shortages of supplies have led to non-combat casualties surpassing even the casualties caused by the marauders."

"If we want them to demonstrate combat effectiveness, we need at least 600 rifles and 1,000,000 rounds of ammunition."

After listening to Lu Bei's report, Chu Guang contemplated for a moment before speaking. "Starting now, suspend all attack activities. The weapons will arrive soon. In the shortest time possible, I need you to do everything possible to teach them not just how to fight, but also how to organize themselves.”

"The day of our decisive battle with the marauders is getting closer. I need them to cooperate with the Burning Corps when necessary and cut off the Fang Clan's retreat route to the north."

Lu Bei responded crisply, "Understood!"

After the communication ended, Chu Guang looked at the document lying on the table.

That was the latest report sent from the frontlines.

The Fang Clan had transported all of their armoured units from West Continent City to the Pinewood Forest Valley.

According to drone aerial footage and Vanus' understanding of Dillon, the marauders stationed at the northern position in Pinewood Forest Valley had completed all preparations for the decisive battle.

The reason they had not taken action yet was probably because they were waiting for the right moment.

For example...

A heavy rainstorm.