Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

Fang Qingyun nodded with emotion: "Thank you so much for troubling you guys." He began to change into the white suit. The background he prepared for himself was very simple. He was a new anti-Asian organization, a gangster, and had a large number of hot weapons support. He was a cynical second-generation ancestor: "How about it, do I look like a rich second-generation in this suit?"

Evelin looked Fang Qingyun up and down, then took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on him. "Your face is too harmless, and with your eyes... you look like a nice guy going to a party. You rent a suit, and no one would check your ID card when you walk on the street. You don't have the temperament of a second-generation rich kid. If you wear sunglasses to hide your eyes... it's barely okay?"

Fang Qingyun was a little disappointed, as his hope of pretending to be a second-generation rich man was dashed. He quickly calmed down and thought of a new idea: "It doesn't matter. As long as I act anti-Asian enough, those people will be more afraid of me. After all, I have a face that won't do bad things. When a person's face and behavior don't match, they will doubt my cunningness and scare themselves. When they are startled, it will be a good opportunity for me to fish in troubled waters."

Evelin packed up her things and held up her maid's demeanor. Her dignified appearance made Fang Qingyun feel a pain in his waist. "That's a very constructive suggestion. I will report to Lady Viola and apply for half a class of the 'Dead Maid Team' to prepare a perfect appearance for you. It will definitely make those country bumpkins' eyes pop out."

Fang Qingyun was stunned: "King's Maid Team? What the hell is this? Where did you recruit these people from?"

Evelin clapped her hands, took out a document from the pocket of her black and white apron, and pulled out a pair of monocles from somewhere and put them on her head: "First of all, let me correct one of your mistakes. The dead are not the kings. These maids are zombies. As for the rest, it's all in this document."

Fang Qingyun took the document, glanced at it, skipped over the extremely short research and development objectives, and focused on the columns about training regulations and equipment.

According to this document, the Maids of the Dead need to meet a total of 140 requirements both in appearance and in character, some of which are as simple as "hair must be white" and others require "carrying 50 kilograms of weight, maintaining the posture of a maid and moving in small steps, and following the master without revealing any flaws." This is already a bit inhumane, and the next ones are even more outrageous.

Please tell me, maintaining an elegant demeanor, using the submachine gun under the skirt to shoot at the enemies, and killing ten enemies randomly distributed within a 25-meter range within three seconds, is this something that a human can do? Not to mention the submachine gun under the skirt, just quickly pulling out the gun and killing ten enemies at different distances from all directions within three seconds, this is extremely difficult, right?

Fang Qingyun scanned the information and felt that the combination of the above would not train a maid, but a killer with the demeanor of a young lady, proficient in assassination, blasting, making explosives, and mixing poisons. Well, in comparison, serving was more like a bonus...

These are understandable, but the last one was so bizarre that Fang Qingyun was stunned, "Commit suicide with an elegant manner to ensure that the blood does not splash on the owner."

"Who wrote this?" Fang Qingyun patted the surface of the document. Evelin said calmly, "It's me."

Chapter 49: Come on, let me see if I can really do it?

"Are you sure this thing is not meant to torture people?" Fang Qingyun asked, "Did you read it yourself after you finished writing it?" Fang Qingyun, who had been subjected to similar contradictory demands in his previous life, hated this. Recruiting a 20-year-old employee and requiring 30 years of work experience, even if you started tightening screws in your mother's womb, you couldn't meet such a requirement.

Evelyn said calmly, "I passed all of them with high scores, including the suicide one. The death must be artistic, and the death must have connotation. It must look like a beautiful thing being torn apart. After death, you can't struggle or kick your legs, otherwise the atmosphere will be gone."

Fang Qingyun looked strange: "You've thought about it so carefully, it seems you really have some skills... Wait, can you still survive if you commit suicide? How did you commit suicide?"

Evelin showed a small pistol in her hand, and swallowed the gun without hesitation to kill herself amid Fang Qingyun's screams. Fang Qingyun stared at Evelin in amazement as she fell on her back, with a kind of sad beauty of suicide after being betrayed by a heartless person, and blood gushing out of her head: "This is really a big deal..."

The next second, the body on the ground was recovered along with the blood, and Evelyn jumped out of the Grimoire of Destiny with a cross-shaped pink Band-Aid on her head.

Fang Qingyun was frightened by Evelin's resurrection: "I finally understand. Characters that have become cards cannot die."

Evelyn shook her head. "You're right. Although I won't die, I'm not resurrected this time for this reason, but through Lady Viola. After I die, my consciousness will be uploaded back to the server with the holy vessel as the core. The server will connect to the factory to create a new body, and then inject my consciousness into it... The whole process takes about six hours, and I'm the adjutant, so the factory will naturally prepare a spare body for me in advance."

So advanced? What on earth did these zombies do with the holy artifacts? They even uploaded their consciousness. Will they turn into Necrons next time? It seems like these zombies really have the ability to recover themselves.

“As for the bodies left behind after our death, we can take them back to the factory for reprocessing and directly dispose of them for recycling.” Evelyn showed her fair arms and twisted her wrists mechanically like an exquisite doll. “Perfect and flawless, there will be no changes. Besides, there are various options for death. The one just now was a girl’s suicide. There are many more postures…”

“So, just treat us as consumables.” Evelyn said coldly, “We can regenerate anyway, so don’t worry about that…”

Fang Qingyun hugged Evelin tightly, and the uncontrolled strength almost crushed Evelin. Evelin felt that her ribs were almost crushed: "Don't commit suicide in front of me next time, okay? The demonstration can be demonstrated through other means. There is no need to do this. What if you really die one day?"

Evelin’s face was cold: “Can I understand that you are questioning Lady Viola’s invention?”

Fang Qingyun didn't expect that his genuine concern would only be met with a cold look. He loosened his hand awkwardly and took two steps back: "I just hope you can take care of yourself. After all, any system has loopholes, and the price you pay may be your life."

Evelyn still maintained that expression: "I have just submitted the application report for the maid team. This document contains the list of weapons applied for, the list of zombies, and photos. You can take a look at it yourself. I'm leaving first."

Evelyn placed the document on the table and returned to the Grimoire of Fate. Fang Qingyun, not knowing what she had done wrong, stayed where she was and did not notice her red ears.

So that's what Riddler is like, incomplete speech often leads to failure.

Evelyn returned to Hell from the Grimoire of Fate, patted her face, and blushed like nothing. If Viola was beside her, she would definitely not be like this. Viola knew what kind of person she was. If she made a cold expression, Viola would only point out the fact that she was shy, and then she would fall into deeper shyness.

Now that Viola was gone, she consciously put up a shield to protect herself, covering her red face and keeping herself away from everyone coldly.

Fang Qingyun, who had asked for trouble, consciously avoided provoking Evelin. Now that he had chased after her, he would be at a disadvantage. There was no need to do anything else. He might as well do his own thing. Taking a step back, he became angrier and angrier. He was still upset and had no idea what he had done wrong. He could only say that women's hearts are like needles in the sea.

Fang Qingyun flipped through the second file Evelyn brought. The second file recorded in detail the resumes of a total of forty-two zombies, from what they were good at to what weapons they had prepared.

Among them, there are thirty-six zombies serving as combatants. Their photos show them wearing black suits and sunglasses as camouflage. Apart from some scary scars on their faces, there is nothing else that could be related to non-human beings.

Why are scars related to non-humans? After all, whose scar runs almost across the entire face... The three heavy gunners were quite good. The stitches on their bodies were cleverly disguised as scars, and their heights were also fine-tuned. A height of two meters and three would make them stand out even in the West, let alone in Japan. Now that it has been fine-tuned to two meters, although it is still considered a little giant, it is much better than the original two meters and three.

The heavy gunner's weapon was replaced with a large-caliber machine gun. Although the original MG42 had a fast rate of fire, the 7.92mm was still not enough to deal with the high-tech modern armor and shelters like Ya Zongyi's. Now that it has been replaced with a 12.7mm large-caliber machine gun, there is no problem of insufficient lethality. In the face of such powerful bullets, if you look for a shelter that is not thick enough, there is only one result: go to hell with your own shelter.

However, due to weight reasons, it is impossible to connect two machine guns in parallel to increase firepower. But the power of one machine gun is enough to tear apart any enemy, including light armored vehicles. No matter how strong the armor of the enemies in that world is, they can be covered with armor in just a few minutes when facing a 12.7 caliber.

Viola also arranged three snipers, who were the sharpshooters who were able to hit the enemies on the train. Their iconic masks were like gas masks, showing a sci-fi style that was completely inconsistent with World War II.

Each squad is assigned a sniper who can provide support at high altitudes and has accurate shooting skills, but cannot be expected to perform any magical operations, such as requiring impossible operations such as requiring a stray bullet from a wall to hit the target. The best that can be done is to hit a target on a train traveling at 40 to 50 kilometers per hour with one shot.

Without any distractions they are ruthless killing machines, with the only thing limiting their output being the amount of ammunition they have.

The remaining zombies were equipped with a large number of STG44 assault rifles stockpiled in the warehouse, and carried a large amount of explosives, enough to blow up all the buildings on a street one by one. There was nothing to say about it.

These are specialized combat troops, each with their own intelligence and combat experience. The average combat experience, including their lifetime experience, is about fifteen years. They were selected by Viola herself, so you can be confident about their loyalty.

In fact, zombies will not rebel. Except for a few intelligent high-level ones such as Viola and Evelyn, other zombies are loyal warriors. Their minds are full of tactics, strategies and combat skills. They will not play power games or suddenly awaken themselves and counterattack at the critical moment.

The "Maids of the Dead", also known as the "Combat Maids", are a special force organized and trained by Evelyn. Their usual mission is to serve and bring honor to their master. Their load-bearing capacity allows them to carry their masters away when necessary. Firearms training gives them very good anti-personnel capabilities, allowing them to react quickly, take out the submachine guns under their skirts and immediately launch a fire counterattack on the target.

Their IQ is higher than that of combat troops, so they are also proficient in covert activities such as reconnaissance and assassination. They are not like the previous combat troops who can't even stand up when buying something and can fight with the store owner like the big brother.

At least Fang Qingyun's safety can be guaranteed. Under such protection, it would be difficult to kill him unless the other party could secretly fire a metal jet armor-piercing bullet used to attack tanks at Fang Qingyun, directly penetrating and roasting his vital organs and parts.

Even if it is an 80mm mortar or rocket launcher, as long as it is not a direct hit, Fang Qingyun's chance of survival is still very high. After all, the value of Heavy Armor 3 is there.

Even if it is artillery fragments, the damage to the opponent's Qingyun is very limited. As long as you are not so unlucky that a large piece of fragments pierces the chest, you can survive.

As for the anti-personnel steel balls...it is even a question whether they can break Fang Qingyun's defense. It is estimated that even if a broadsword explodes in front of Fang Qingyun, Fang Qingyun will not have too many scars on his body. It will probably be like a handful of marbles scattered on his body. At most, a small part of them can penetrate his skin and get stuck in his muscles.

Fang Qingyun put away his white suit. It was still daytime, and it would be a bit strange to wear a suit in a magical world. He put it away now and put it on when he went to Dona Dona in the evening.

Fang Qingyun, who needed to go out, changed into his student uniform to follow the local customs, and then put on the thick robe of a duelist. He looked like a torture device, the "Iron Maiden" who locked people up and pierced their hearts with thousands of arrows. Obviously, the British-style clothing added a lot of points to Fang Qingyun, but the robe completely deducted all those points.

Fang Qingyun felt like a bird cage covered with a cover. He looked stupid, and the only thing missing was a parrot's head sticking out of his stomach... Speaking of parrots, should I raise a parrot? Parrots in the magical world usually have some special abilities... Should I go to the market to take a look some other day?

Forget it, there is no need now. Those parrots have been caught, and at most they can just be friends to talk to.

If you want a better parrot, you might as well wait until the internship and catch one yourself, but it will be hard to build trust that way...

I also want the parrot to be able to cooperate with me, such as performing substitute attacks when I am playing cards, or playing for me directly. Although this is a bit far-fetched, I just want to have a super cool, talking parrot.

What boy can resist a thinking and talking parrot?

After ending his fantasy, Fang Qingyun went out for a walk. Now he has an Evelynn and a Maid of the Dead, which means he has 30 cards in his deck. But that's all he needs to do. He needs to strengthen the cards in his deck now. He's almost robbed by the cards of the same level with a maximum of five mana, even though his deck has a quality advantage...

What kind of structures will those seniors have?

Admittedly, fast-attack decks like Meyer can restrain Fang Qingyun's control deck, and the new player's ability to clear the field is not strong, and he often makes various mistakes due to his stubbornness.

But with such a huge quality advantage, the fact that it could bounce back and forth on the edge of death at one point says a lot. Fang Qingyun's current deck is just a rough prototype and needs more polishing. He urgently wants to find a versatile deck.

After walking around and finding nothing interesting, Fang Qingyun decided to go and take a look at the situation in Hell first to avoid making a wrong decision... such as misjudging his own strength and starting a medium-sized war, which resulted in Hell not having enough manpower to develop.

Another point is that he must go and see for himself what the actual situation is like, so as not to become the stupid leader he hates the most. If he is lucky, perhaps his knowledge from the future will allow him to make some suggestions.

Gotta try it, right?

Chapter 49.5: The Current Situation of Hell

It was still the familiar orange-red sky. This was not the first time Fang Qingyun had come to hell. He made a pergola with his hands and stood on a high place to look around.

The terrain of hell is not flat, it is bumpy like the surface of the moon. Fang Qingyun originally thought that he could see the boundary of hell, but even with his eyesight he could not see the air wall that might exist in the distance.

I still remember that the last time he came here, he was whole when he came in, but when he left... he was so miserable that he could barely be called half a person. Now thinking about the experience, it was really a dream. He actually broke into the hell of the shampooer alone, stole the holy weapon that was the most valuable thing in his family, and kidnapped his general...

If I wrote down every detail, it might even be considered an autobiography.

"Let's go." Evelyn walked out of the portal next to her. In the environment of hell, opening the portal was like a fish in water for zombies. The air seemed to be flowing with liquid hell energy, making Fang Qingyun, who came here for the first time in a human body, feel a certain degree of discomfort, as if the air around him had become sticky, but he quickly adjusted.

After all, the Hell Lava Armor can enhance his physical fitness, so Fang Qingyun can easily adapt to this environment which is not particularly habitable for humans.

"Hell doesn't look small," Fang Qingyun touched his chin. The game did not clearly describe the size of hell, so he could only make some inferences based on what he had observed before. You know, the size of the base is very important. Fang Qingyun naturally hopes that the territory of hell is as large as possible, so that there will be more space to place production buildings.

No one wants to farm on a “small piece of land” like in Red Alert in real life.

"It's indeed not small. Lady Viola once sent out a tricycle team to try to find the border..." Evelyn stopped talking as if she was deliberately keeping Fang Qingyun in suspense.

Fang Qingyun stood there, raising his right eyebrow, as if asking what next.

"Later, the tricycle team drove out for about a hundred kilometers, but because they were not flesh and blood vehicles, they ran out of gas, and the scouts finally walked back." Evelyn shrugged and made a playful joke: "It seems that it is not that easy to become Columbus."

"I understand now. So how do we go? Through the portal or somewhere else?" Fang Qingyun stretched his body and looked at the small hill where he was. He remembered that the last time he came here, the terrain nearby was not like this. Although there were ruins of houses and ruins all around, it was still a plain overall. But now it is full of potholes, and the undulating terrain is filled with all kinds of metal garbage, so much so that Fang Qingyun didn't even see the uniquely shaped Wolf Castle at first glance.

Perhaps seeing Fang Qingyun's doubts, Evelyn drew a circle with her left hand to summon a portal, and with her right hand, she pressed Fang Qingyun's butt and pushed him into the portal, explaining non-stop: "The situation in hell is like this, divided into two layers, the upper layer is a stable structure, and construction and development can be carried out on the upper layer, but the surface of the lower layer is changing all the time..."

After listening to Evelin’s explanation, Fang Qingyun probably understood that the so-called hell is actually composed of two parts.

The part where the terrain does not change is called the upper layer. Various buildings can be constructed on the stable upper layer, while the lower layer is constantly undergoing changes like high-speed changes in the world. It may have been a ruin two weeks ago, but now it has become a mine.

The materials that allow Hell to produce so many weapons and equipment come from the lower layer. After all, the lower layer is changing all the time, and various terrains may appear at any time. Sometimes there will be a large number of rich mines, and all kinds of rare minerals can be picked up everywhere for free.

To put it in a more vivid way, these rare materials and minerals in hell will be "refreshed", which creates conditions for the development of hell.

If you are a little slow in picking up the materials, the materials on the lower layer will be like twisted and crushed biscuits, and will be soaked in the boiling magma for the next reshaping. If you want them again, you will have to wait until next year.

To put it simply, the lower layer can be divided into three seasons according to the movement of the land.

The first season is the reshaping season. The lower blocks of land sometimes move violently and sometimes remain stable, but overall it has not reached a completely stable state. However, if you can seize the opportunity, you can still make some money in the two stable days.

The second season is the harvest season. The lower blocks of land stop moving, and a large number of mineral deposits, materials, and various rare species and plants will appear. The majority are various minerals, and even rare ones that do not exist on the earth are all over the ground like cabbages. The second are some relics that come from nowhere, most of which can only be recycled. Finally, there are a small amount of unknown plant seeds. If you are lucky, you can also encounter adult plants of this plant and some unknown small animals.

What you need to do at this time is very simple, which is to dig out all the useful minerals as much as possible while the land is not moving.

The last season is the Destruction Season. The lower layers of the land are shattered and twisted, and the priceless objects and minerals on them fall into the magma. When new layers of land emerge from the magma, it will be a new Reshaping Season.

One of the reasons why there were so many ruins before was that the shampooers did not believe in evil and insisted on building buildings and factories on the lower level. As a result, during the lower level remodeling season, the buildings that were twisted like noodles naturally turned into ruins.

Fang Qingyun saw those ruins during the harvest season. The reason why he can't see them now is very simple. This is the new harvest season. Many ruins had been soaked in magma during the destruction season, turning into indescribable things and completely reduced to ashes. The garbage was the result of a ragtag group organized by Viola.

Viola and the zombies dug out a lot of useful scrap metal from the ruins. Due to the shortage of warehouses and the fact that Hell had been sunny and windy recently, there was no need to worry about the scrap metal rusting due to rain, so all the scrap metal was left there, waiting for further recycling.

Of course, Viola also paid careful attention to the search and found some luxury goods that Hell cannot currently produce, such as some textiles, canned food, a small amount of military uniforms, various types of furniture, and even Fang Qingyun's suit was turned out from the ruins.

Fang Qingyun understood Viola's behavior. At first, he thought that he should not put some search power on textiles, but then he thought that the majority of Hell's output was ore, and metal scraps were only to ensure that the factories would not stop operating during this Reshaping Season. By the time the Peaceful Season came, all kinds of metal ores would be available, but textiles and food would be very scarce.

It was impossible for Viola, Evelyn, and Fang Qingyun to plan and build naked. At this time, their clothes were already stretched to the limit. If they didn't quickly find a few pieces of clothes, they would have to run around naked. Underwear was a scarce commodity in hell that was difficult to replenish in a short period of time.

Generally speaking, the Reshaping Season will last about three months, during which there will be a short period of peace when the land does not move. If someone who is not familiar with the movements in the lower level of Hell gives orders blindly (here I would like to criticize a certain shampooer who can already be described as a beach), it is easy to mistake this peaceful period for the beginning of the harvest season, which will ultimately lead to irreversible consequences.

The harvest season lasts for eight months, the destruction season lasts for one month, and the three seasons together last for one year, completing a cycle.

This special plate movement and season setting are also the main reasons why all kinds of machines in hell are so strange. After Fang Qingyun visited the machines in hell, he had only one evaluation of them: technology between fantasy and antiquity.

Due to insufficient construction time, even if a large amount of manpower and material resources were spent to build transportation roads and factories during the harvest season, the remaining time would not be enough to obtain enough minerals to recover the losses. An extra month would even have to be taken out to dismantle the factory and recycle materials, in order to barely ensure that 20% of the total materials could be earned after one cycle.

That is to say, a factory with 100 materials is built and demolished in one year, and the total value including the original assets is 120 materials. Although there is no loss overall, the speed of earning is really indescribable. The construction speed is comparable to that of a dwarf in a Warhammer.

Therefore, the factory in Hell adopted a very strange method. Through the research of flesh and blood technology, it turned the entire factory into a living thing, so that the factory can pack and move on its own like the base vehicle in Red Alert. In this way, during the reshaping season, it can produce soldiers and weapons and equipment to prepare for the invasion of the human world, and during the harvest season, it can move to the mine at zero distance to carry out work and process minerals.

Logically speaking, if there is the capability of this kind of mobile base vehicle, coupled with a zombie army that can be measured by materials and money, has no low morale and does not require maintenance, anyone who has played Red Alert would be able to easily conquer the world. So how did the Shampoo Guy make such a mess of it?

The problem lies in his misjudgment of large factories.

Most people's understanding of large factory production may be various types of machinery, automated assembly lines and the like, but the shampooer's understanding... to sum it up in one simple word, is: centralized manual production.

For example, if you want to produce flour, others may use machines to grind the flour. In this way, one person can operate a machine and complete dozens or even hundreds of times the original work.

The shampooer's understanding was very simple and crude. The production could not be increased? That was because I did not have enough production facilities! So he expanded the grinding discs on a large scale and used the flesh and blood hands in the factory to pull the grinding discs to work, thus achieving both high-level and low-level production...

Fortunately, he was not stupid enough to use zombies to grind the mill. Instead, he saved the cost of making zombie bodies and only produced zombie hands to do the work.

This is also the reason why, when the resistance army is obviously too weak to form a country and relies on small settlements to survive, the shampoo man is still unable to defeat them with the help of so many empty shell zombies...the logistics really can't keep up.

Chapter 50, I will just briefly say three points...

After realizing that flesh and blood were such inconvenient things, the shampooer simply gave up his original technologies. Like a convert, he fanatically took science in a completely opposite direction. He gave up the original large-scale production and instead switched to production through hand-rubbing with composite zombie hands. With the originally stored ammunition and endless zombie manpower, he barely accomplished the feat of crippling other countries and even subverting the national regime.

…Then he couldn't beat him anymore. On the one hand, his production efficiency was too low, and the shampoo man was not a patient person. He was often ambitious and kept accumulating things, and then he couldn't help it and gave them away, which was a vicious cycle. In addition, the protagonist Carl interfered, so it was normal that he couldn't beat the shampoo man. On the other hand, he himself had no command ability, and if he really gave command, he might not even be able to beat a simple AI.

This is also the reason why the shampooer, who had soldiers all over the mountains, was able to fight the rebels back and forth - he was not organized enough and was chased like a duck.

As long as machines are used for production and a freely movable zombie hand is created to serve as a maintenance worker, it would not be a problem to increase productivity by a hundred times in minutes.

Coupled with these endless and inexhaustible resources, as long as the management is good, the speed of dispatching troops will probably catch up with Red Alert. How could it be like now, where even Viola's 50,000 troops have to be withheld?

It is really laughable that a villain who is about to destroy the world has only 50,000 elite soldiers under his command. Although according to Fang Qingyun's guess, a considerable number of them may have been regarded by the shampooer as Viola's remnants and sent away as a punishment battalion.

"...This construction is so horrible." Fang Qingyun covered his head, feeling quite overwhelmed, especially when he heard that the shampooer built a statue for himself. Fortunately, he placed it on the lower level during the peaceful period to commend his ability. As a result, the fate of the statue now is easy to guess - it has been disappeared with the lava.

"So do you have any suggestions?" Evelyn took out a piece of paper and a pen, ready to record Fang Qingyun's opinions.

"First of all, let me make one thing clear. My subsequent deployments and suggestions are all based on the common sense of this world. If there is anything wrong, please correct me." Fang Qingyun usually put on some armor first, putting the general premise here to avoid making a fool of himself or being laughed at, or making some incorrect commands that lead to directional errors.

"...There are indeed some differences." Evelin's pen was swishing around in her hand like a fluttering butterfly. "The time in hell and on earth is different. According to our calculations, one year in hell is equivalent to one month in the other world... But this is not completely unchanging."