The Kapa Military District is roughly the size of a town, and the planning within the district is very well executed, showing that the Schwarzenegger-like colonel is much more meticulous than he appears.
All residential housing and work areas are built on high ground facing south, while the surrounding large trees have all been cut down and trimmed into shrubs about one meter tall. This is to prevent large herbivorous dinosaurs from being attracted to the military district to feed.
To broaden the view, the district’s external defense employs wooden fences made from directly felled ancient coniferous trees. Every ten meters, there is either a sonic or an infrared interference device installed. At night, the district activates the corresponding defensive devices to drive away carnivorous birds and mosquitoes.
Kapa Military District is truly a melting pot of immigrants, with a mix of black, white, and yellow skin colors living together. The Immigrant Government, based on the population and personal preferences, has allocated housing in different styles divided into Eastern and Western architectural zones to each immigrant.
One side is lined with simple Western-style cottages, and the other side features elegant Eastern-style small lofts. Residents walking towards each other greet each other, eliminating the stranger feeling prevalent in modern society.
In the center of the military district is a rationally arranged market where residents can sell surplus idle items or newly cultivated fruits and vegetables. "Along the way, no NPC Maggie’s mother was found," and after entering the personal workspace, the smile that had been on Number 0’s face disappeared.
"Number 0, you have already left the rebel army camp, why still remember things from there?" Little Eight finally realized that Number 0 had not fully followed her instructions.
"As someone who mistakenly entered the game, I have my own basic moral line. I promised NPC Maggie that I must help her rescue her mother. However, before that, I need to complete my work tasks," Number 0 pulled out a chipped boning knife from his military pack.
The boning knife scraped past the pigsty, causing the pigs to huddle together and emit protesting grunts.
"Luckily, you won’t snitch," Number 0 couldn’t help but mock himself.
"The pigs in the Kapa Military District are the happiest I’ve seen," with priorities to distinguish, Number 0 was informed after receiving the system task that her daily life would now be in this so-called "Multi-species Research Center."
In this private space, she can freely prepare for her tasks. She prefers it here, dealing with a few happy pigs in the incubator instead of facing a bunch of "smiling muscle paralysis syndrome" prehistoric residents.
"With this size, still need to improve per unit yield? Is Kapa Military District short on meat supply?" Number 0 flipped through a pig farming journal left in the research center, which detailed the feeding notes of the previous farmer soldier.
The first page of the feeding notes wrote in large bold calligraphy, "Research on Ornamental Pigs." This followed by a general description by the previous farmer soldiers: Prehistoric Society and modern human society, due to different climates and living environments, face great challenges in species reproduction. The poultry and livestock migrated with the government mostly failed to adapt after time-space transport, with only a few animals like pigs surviving. However, the ornamental pigs survived, but their fertility rates generally decreased, and the survival rate of piglets per unit was very low. In order to promote harmony between humans and animals..." (The following thousand words are omitted)
In this so-called Multi-species Research Center, the only ongoing project at this stage is "Ornamental Pigs." In the under-constructed Kapa Military District, equipped with various types of troops, there is only Number 0, the only farmer soldier, also known as a pig farmer.
Number 0 saw the ornamental pigs and broke out in a cold sweat again as he verified them and helplessly continued flipping through the daily job assignments of pig farming.
"Every morning at eight o’clock, prepare the pig food needed for the day, thirty percent barley flour mixed with seventy percent corn fragments. Two kilograms of warm water should be added per one kilogram of feed. The warm water must be maintained at thirty-seven degrees Celsius. Feed them six times a day, every four hours. Also, you must wash and clean the ornamental breed pigs once every two days. Does this make any sense?" Number 0 couldn’t help but ask Little Eight after reading it.
"It makes a lot of sense. Follow that schedule, and based on the daily weight of the breed pigs or the improvement in their reproduction rate, you can earn an average of 20-30 Military Merit Points per day. In two months, you can easily reach 1000 Military Merit Points without having to participate in dangerous patrols. This job is top-notch," Little Eight confidently defended.
According to Little Eight’s idea, all Number 0 had to do was diligently work as a committed pig farmer. "Fine," Number 0 orally didn’t argue anymore and followed the path laid out by Little Eight, like a college graduate whose parents had arranged a stable job for him.
Further down, a few words were written, "After repeated testing, adopting the following methods will make increasing the production and income of breed pigs no longer a dream; thin pigs can become fat, fat pigs can become..." Number 0 had flipped to the last few pages. "That’s it?" The last page was torn out horizontally.
The most crucial part was missing. Number 0 looked again at those ornamental breed pigs which showed fear upon seeing him and felt a chill in his heart.
This wouldn’t do. Continuing like this, neither she nor those pigs would end up well. Under the motion-sensing street lamps, she walked quickly, crossing the lawn and kept going straight ahead.
Little Eight had her tricks, and Number 0 had her own way of escape. She was never a person to shirk hard work. Thinking of NPC Maggie’s plea, she still had a lot to accomplish.
Number 0 stopped in front of a Western-style villa, peered through the heat-insulating glass walls, and saw the silhouette of the military document.
Accompanying the patrol team all day, the military document was proudly writing down the summary of today’s events. He is the most skilled at drafting texts in the Kapa Military District, responsible for reporting everything that happens in the Kapa Military District in the year 2564 through written reports.
Although the document himself only held the military rank of Junior Sergeant, he had been a close aide to a high-ranking official before immigrating to New Era; thus, he came to the Kapa Military District smoothly despite having no special skills and no military merits.
After a few moderate knocks. The military document glanced outside, and upon seeing Number 0’s face, he impatiently pushed away his chair and opened the door, "It’s you again?"
Before those three annoying words ’farmer soldiers’ could come out of his detestable mouth, Number 0 cut in: "Document, I have something I need your help with." After finishing her words, Number 0 gave a military salute.
(Okay, I admit, I indulged in some mischief again. It’s declared that like the author, this piece occasionally takes liberties.)