SFS Chapter 437 The title is covered by the past
Chapter 437 The title is covered by the past
"Hey, have you heard? The NCR and the Brotherhood of Steel have teamed up to dig into Vault 22. They seem to be looking for some seeds."
"What? Shouldn't NCR and the Brotherhood be working together to cleanse the Mojave? I heard they're going to use the parasitic spores in the shelter to carry out a massacre."
"No, no, I heard that aliens are invading the earth, and the two of them have temporarily joined forces to dig out super weapons from the shelter to fight against the aliens."
"You are all out of date. My cousin's uncle's ex-wife's current son is outside Shelter 22. He told me that several major forces have found a time-space wormhole in the shelter that allows them to travel back to the past..."
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Five days later.
Over the past five days, NCR and the Mojave Brotherhood have put aside their past grudges and cooperated sincerely in a rare move to jointly dig out the gravel and sand at the entrance of Shelter 22.
Of course, not all of this time was spent on digging. Everyone knew that there were dangers inside, so they worked together to build an isolation room at the entrance, and anyone coming out of it had to be quarantined.
Now that the entrance has been almost dug, all parties are organizing the intelligence they have and are waiting to organize people to go in and explore.
Yi Beiwang's previous strategy of taking advantage of the situation was also very successful, but it was a bit too successful.
Now everyone in Mojave, from an idiot to a person who can just walk, knows that there are good things here, and even many strange rumors have appeared.
Like aliens traveling through a wormhole, haha, if that thing really exists, I'll stand upside down and drink Nuka-Cola on the spot.
Yi Beiwang walked out of the tent and looked around. There were hundreds of tents of all sizes piled around, all of which were for people who wanted to come and have a taste of the soup.
NCR, Brotherhood of Steel, eBay Cartel, Crimson Cartel, House's robots, Caesar's Legion that sneaked in in disguise, and various small settlements... For the first time, all these forces gathered together in such harmony to seek vitality for the future.
It would be fine if everything could go on so smoothly forever, but if something unexpected happened, this fragile peace would be shattered.
In addition, he also saw a long-lost acquaintance - an exile wearing a jumpsuit from Shelter No. 13. He was squatting outside the tent, watching the people coming and going, wondering what he was thinking.
"It's really not easy. The last time NCR and the Brotherhood of Steel cooperated was when they fought the Enclave together. It would be great if they could continue to cooperate. Maybe they could really restore the glory of the United States."
The Exile muttered to himself, his corpse-like face expressionless, only his scarlet eyes revealed a hint of sadness and reminiscence.
Yi Beiwang took out a bag of melon seeds and squatted beside him, eating them while asking, "Then why did they fight each other until they were bleeding?"
The Exile also took out some sunflower seeds and explained, "On the surface, the biggest reason is the uneven distribution of spoils after defeating the Enclave. As you know, the Brotherhood advocates sealing up the excessively advanced technologies, but the NCR needs them to strengthen itself."
"The alliance, which was not very solid to begin with, fell apart in the face of interests. Until the subsequent Operation Rising Sun, both sides suffered heavy losses."
"NCR lost a lot of elite troops. The Brotherhood was driven back to the Lost Mountains and has not come out. I haven't heard of any conflicts between them in the past few years. I guess they are tired."
"But there is actually a deeper reason why they can never truly become one."
Having said that, the Exile took out a coin, threw it into the air and caught it steadily in the palm of his hand. However, the pattern on the coin had been worn away, and it was impossible to tell whether it was facing up or not.
"The Brotherhood of Steel and the NCR are like two sides of a coin, representing two attitudes towards history: one is a high-tech looters, the other is an organized scavenger."
"The Brotherhood refuses to forget the shadow of the nuclear war, and desperately tries to erase the traces of history in the wasteland, refusing to take a single step forward."
"NCR refuses to face the reality of nuclear war, searching for fragments of the past in the ruins of the old United States, trying to piece them together and pretend that life is still the same as before."
"The existence of both warns the other side of the failure of its ideology, so they even turn their swords against each other and try to destroy each other."
"But fortunately, everything is over. The past has caught up with these wastelanders, and the aftermath of the nuclear war has easily destroyed the pitiful achievements of both sides."
"As for who will have the last laugh? Just like this coin, who knows whether it will land on the heads or tails?"
Yi Beiwang nodded as if he understood, took the coin and threw it into the air without catching it with his hands. The coin fell to the ground and spun a few times before finally standing up steadily.
"It seems there is a third option. Maybe someone can integrate these two forces and truly rebuild civilization."
The exile looked at Yi Beiwang quietly without saying anything, which was considered as his agreement with what he said.
Just as the two continued to chat, a truck drove over from a distance and arrived outside the temporary camp.
Several young men and women with gorgeous clothes and smooth and fair skin jumped out of the car, looking around with curiosity on their faces. They were obviously not the kind of people that could be raised in the wasteland.
After getting off the car, they went straight to the NCR tent and handed a letter to Colonel Xu who was asking about the soldiers' situation. Colonel Xu didn't even look at the letter, waved his hand and let them in, with helplessness written on his face.
Yi Beiwang poked the exile and asked, "Who are they? Why do they look cleaner than me, the pampered leader of a merchant group?"
"They are just a bunch of naive young masters and young ladies. Maybe they have heard too many adventure stories and feel that life needs a grand adventure, so they brought their friends here."
"It would be nice to live a peaceful life in Shayin City, to lie down under the protection of our parents and wait for death, but we have to come to this kind of hellish place to seek excitement. It's really... Alas."
For some reason, the Exile kept staring at one of the young men, his tone full of regret.
At this time, a middle-aged woman with gray hair got out of the car, looked around, and walked straight to Yi Beiwang. She said straight to the point, "Chief Yi? Let me introduce myself. I am Alice, the general manager of the Crimson Merchant Corps' Mojave branch. Just call me by my first name."
"Is it convenient for me to take a step to talk?"