The Difficulty of Shipbuilding, Harder Than Climbing to Heaven

A traitor within humanity leaked information about human activities to other races.

After receiving the message, the alien race relayed it through chat, forming a hunting net.

Currently, due to its vastness, there are no apparent threats in the wasteland.

But if the oceans were to open, as the current online chat suggests, most of humanity would unite and venture to the New Continent.

On this route, if a human traitor were to transmit the route information, and the alien races received it and conspired to ambush them in advance, it would truly be a catastrophe for humanity.

"Damn, this situation is getting increasingly complicated."

"The current concern is that the alien races on land and underwater might be colluding. We must contact other Official Shelter as soon as possible and find a way to break this deadlock."

Based on past experience, the authorities likely have more information and therefore more ways to handle the situation.

For example, in situations like this, if humans could recruit some "traitors" from other races.

Thanks to these traitors, humans can also convey incorrect information through chat.

This is used to lure other alien races onto a path of certain death, a classic case of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

"Female Lion Man"

"Perhaps this is a good starting point!"

Tapping the table with one hand, looking at the objectives set for the Ocean Disaster in the plan, Su Mo thought for a moment and then added another one: defection!

If rebelling against this world is a grand, overarching goal, then the alien races are smaller goals nested within that grand goal.

Defeating alien races will yield treasure chests, which can contain much-needed Module Technology and many strange resources.

As long as the alien races are not monolithic, according to the history of human warfare, under the influence of great profit, it is entirely possible to find "cooperation partners".

There are two pieces of information that we absolutely must find out.

"First, are the alien races united as one? Are the newly emerged Ocean Alien Race and the existing Land Alien Race on the same side?"

"Secondly, are there any traitors among the humans who have already made contact with the alien races?"

After solemnly writing down these two messages in his diary, Su Mo looked at the clock, which was approaching one o'clock. Even though Su Mo's energy was not what it used to be, he still felt sleepy.

The more you know, the more you think.

In Chen Shen's mind, he was still thinking about how to pry open the Female Lion Man's mouth so that he could lure other alien races to his door.

But Su Mo was thinking about the "precarious" situation of humanity twenty days later, after the ocean attacked.

If communication between different races truly exists, then tempted by the sweet cheese of humanity, they might very well unite.

Like a hunt, they rounded up all the migrating humans in a specific location.

If not handled properly, this battle could result not only in heavy losses for humanity, but also in the difficult situation of facing New Continent the strength of alien races has increased several times over.

"New Continent, what a sweet bait!"

"For now, we don't need to think too much about it; we can only hope that Chen Shen can extract more information from the interrogation."

After a quick wash, Su Mo returned to his bed and stared at the darkened ceiling. Before long, he fell into a deep sleep.

Although the current living conditions of humans in the wasteland may have reached a critical point, at least Hope Village can still develop steadily.

Time is tight, but not too rushed!

Everything can be planned in the long run! Nothing happened that night. As the sun rose, undisturbed by anyone, the short but simple and fulfilling Farming Genre life began again.

With 19 days left until the Ocean Disaster, the relocation of Candlelight Village and the establishment of Hope Village have resulted in a significant increase in Survival Points, totaling 1980 points, which has somewhat compensated for the depletion caused by the Mermaid Benediction.

Just after getting up in the morning, while it was still dark, Su Mo gathered all the materials and placed the first large factory belonging to the Underground Shelter, Micro Shipyard, 500 meters away from the shelter! This shipyard, large enough to build spaceships, did not have a grand scale of construction with only four modules.

Apart from a rumbling sound like muffled thunder, there was basically no noise after the main framework was built.

Before the fog had dissipated, a large shipyard had appeared on the ground in what had previously been an open area.

Combined with a ring of various basic materials, it looks exactly like the material preparation before the construction of a large city.

Having eaten his fill yesterday, and with Moore still asleep this morning, Su Mo simply sat down and began studying how to build a destroyer.

Time slowly passed, from six o'clock to seven o'clock, and then to seven-thirty. When the few villagers from Hope Village who were light sleepers woke up at night, they were shocked to find that the place that was open space yesterday was now empty.

An 80-meter-long scaffold has already been erected.

"Holy crap, come look, what's that?!"

"This isn't a place that builds warships, is it? Holy crap, they're eighty meters long!"

"That's nonsense. 80 meters is as tall as a 25-story building. Think about which floor you live on!"

Was this available when we came yesterday?

Early in the morning, everything was quiet.

The shouting and yelling of the group sounded particularly jarring.

Some people who couldn't sleep were just about to mutter a few words about going to sleep when they heard the noise outside getting louder and louder.

"I didn't go to sleep until after 2 a. m. last night. If I don't sleep this early in the morning, I'll die from overwork!"

Rubbing their sleepy eyes and cursing under their breath, the villagers got up, still grumpy from being woken up. Just as they were about to rush out to vent their anger, they were startled by a scene in the distance, stopping their mouths in their tracks and completely losing their sleepiness.

In front of the Underground Shelter, the shipyard, reflecting the sunlight, resembles a reclining dragon lying on the ground.

The jet-black, gleaming scaffolding secured the skeletal structure of the Crouching Dragon, stretching far and wide, exuding both the terror of steel and the magnificence of a colossal creature.

Outside the scaffolding, there is a dense network of interconnected structures, like blood vessels, connecting various locations like a spider web, which looks incredibly intricate.

At the very front, there is a small factory building covering about 200 square meters, where steel plates are automatically transported out via conveyor belts to begin laying the foundation.

About twenty meters away, a flat surface had been initially created by stacking steel plates, which reflected a unique light under the sun.

Wow! This scene is so spectacular that even on Earth, let alone in the wasteland, the construction of warships is a sight that ordinary people would rarely see in their entire lives.

It started with a few people discussing it, then gradually grew to more than a dozen, and finally, everyone was talking at once, like a boiling pot, with all sorts of bizarre opinions emerging one after another.

Several underage children even began to imagine that Su Mo was some kind of immortal cultivator who could move mountains and fill seas with every move.

As members of the management team, Chen Shen colleagues, who were having a small meeting, were also startled and came out. Having received Su Mo's message in advance, the management team was mentally prepared.

Seeing the crowd growing increasingly out of control, Chen Shen gestured towards the air, produced a megaphone, and began issuing a powerful command:

"Stop looking, stop looking! Everyone will get to go up there and ride to the New Continent. Now hurry up and wash up, eat, and get to work!"

"Today is the first day of our village's establishment. The rules are there: if you don't complete your task, your dinner will be halved tonight."

"Everyone said they were going to work all night yesterday, don't blame our strict new rules on not having enough to eat tonight!"

Qi Qin also took out a Bronze Gong that he had somehow gotten his hands on and started striking it.

With encouragement, the refugees scattered like birds and beasts, returning to their places to wash up.

The construction of warships is a tight schedule.

Building a new village is no easy task.

From the initial large cave, warehouses, activity rooms, supply rooms, training rooms, and a grand hall were to be developed.

Su Mo didn't have time to oversee the carving of these details, so he could only rely on the remaining people to work together to slowly complete the project.

Having received the Military Pledge, Chen Shen naturally dared not slack off in the slightest. Early in the morning, after the small meeting, he approved the first foreign trade since the establishment of Hope Village: he used 300 catties of grain to exchange for an architectural team that was extremely famous on the World Channel, and personally made a complete set of blueprints.

These grains were collected from 10% of Hope Village's tax revenue. Even Su Mo contributed 5% to the village's operating fund to help the village develop.

At 8:30 a. m., once everyone was in place, the first breakfast of the day was served in Hope Village.

Heluo Noodles! One of the most beloved noodle dishes among the people of Shaanxi!

An ordinary noodle press, a handful of chewy, slender noodles, are dropped into noodles coated in chili oil.

This kind of noodle dish is the most filling, and it's the "simple meal" that the locals would use to reward everyone after the relocation.

Su Mo, who used to be busy at the foot of the mountain, has finally gotten rid of the trouble of cooking every day and is now living a life with "takeout".

A large bucket of soup and two bowls of noodles made for an extremely delicious meal.

Combined with the garlic that a few villagers had secretly grown and which ended up being shared among everyone, breakfast was extremely satisfying.

"Alright, let's go back. These are all machines operated by a single person; you can't help with them!"

After sending the food deliveryman away and watching Moore continue to go out with people to fetch supplies, Su Mo sat in the shipyard and began his busy work.

Although this shipyard uses modular technology and is labeled as fully automated, its actual operation is not as simple as it seems.

The shipyard's initial application was to build spaceships capable of traveling into space.

Therefore, after the destroyer design drawings were imported, the shipyard's built-in system did not react at all, only providing a diagram showing where to place it.

Fortunately, despite the rapid advancements in Module Technology, the original mechanical devices have not been abandoned.

Using the slightly old-fashioned handle, one can also choose to grab a steel plate and place it in the appropriate spot marked on the blueprint.

If the steel plate is red on the shipyard's monitor, it means it was not placed correctly; otherwise, it means it was placed successfully.

To others, as soon as morning arrived, Su Mo moved swiftly, quickly placing over twenty meters of steel plates, including all the steel plates manufactured the previous day.

But by lunchtime, Su Mo, whose back ached from all the work, had only corrected half of the mistakes and barely managed to complete the positioning and angle of the fifteen steel plates.

Operating the shipyard's specialized welding arm, after connecting these fifteen pieces, one-fifth of the bow bottom was finally completed.

On Earth, the steps involved in building a qualified warship are largely the same.

The first step is paper cutting, or "material preparation" in technical terms, cutting out qualified steel plates to complete the initial production.

The Step Two is origami. In industry, a professional forging press is used to process the paper into the desired shape, and even the angle cannot be slightly different.

This step is also where the manufacturing level can be best determined; whoever has the better forging technology and higher precision is stronger.

The Step Three, which is what Su Mo is currently doing, is assembly—joining together the prepared materials to form the hull.

"Building a ship is as difficult as ascending to heaven!"

Shipbuilding is typically done by a team of dozens of people with a clear division of labor.

Once here, apart from a lone Mechanical Arm assisting with his work, Su Mo had to learn everything else from scratch.

Despite the help of some memory transfers after falling asleep each night and the Thought Ring to concentrate, Su Mo still felt mentally exhausted when it came to actual practice.

Su Mo worked until 4 p. m., feeling dizzy and even experiencing symptoms of low blood sugar. He then put down his work, took out a bottle of Psionic Water, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Upgrade! We must upgrade! If we keep saving these Survival Points, I might die before the ship is even finished!"

"I still have 20,000! That's more than enough for a small upgrade. I'll see what the next step in modular technology will be this time!"

Adhering to the idea that Survival Points should be spent when necessary, as Su Mo focused his mind, a flash of light appeared, and the upgrade route of the shipyard began to slowly appear before his eyes!