NieR: Whirlpool

The blacksmith let out a long breath, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and emotion:

"I fought against mechanical life forms for thousands of years, losing more than I won. When I lost, I turned away and lost a lot of things along the way."

"And these transferred machine tools are already worn out and their parts have been replaced countless times. In total, I have been making weapons for hundreds of years."

"It's like this." Ye Feng couldn't help but be moved when he heard this.

The blacksmith pointed to the next door workshop where the sound of metal cutting was coming from.

"The remaining machine tools are our treasures. They must be used to manufacture firearms, bullets and other hot weapons." He sighed and continued:

“The machine is not precise enough, so the products are a bit rough, but they are cheap and durable.”

Ye Feng looked up and saw that there were not only various workshops here, such as the gunpowder room, the firearms production workshop and the weapons repair room, but also that each workshop was extremely busy and most people were not idle.

He couldn't help but think of a group of supermen on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean 10,000 years ago.

And there were those lovely people in East Asia.

I don't know what the Dragon Kingdom is like now. The earth has stopped rotating and is tidally locked to the sun. The Dragon Kingdom should have been constantly exposed to the sun, causing the temperature to skyrocket. It is probably now devastated.

The mainland of the United States is estimated to be covered with ice and snow for thousands of miles, with temperatures dozens of degrees below zero.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng habitually asked, "Where are you from, uncle?"

"Are you asking about where it's produced?" the blacksmith asked.

"Yes, yes." Ye Feng suddenly realized that the person opposite him was not a human, but a robot with a human face.

The old blacksmith laughed and pointed to the west.

"That place, young man, you must have never been there. It's a great place! We fought there thousands of years ago, and there were a lot of old friends with us."

His voice was full of emotion and reminiscence.

"Later, we heard that a large area of land there had been occupied by the enemy, so we followed the large army and moved here."

The old blacksmith waved his hand and said, "Most people here are from that side."

Ye Feng listened attentively, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly became interested, and asked hurriedly: "Where, exactly is it?"

When the old blacksmith heard this, he seemed to open up his mouth and started talking nonstop:

"Of course we are from Dragon Country!

It was once a great country with a long history and splendid culture.

Back then, our Dragon Country was the leading superpower on Earth, and it also had the largest concentration of artificial manufacturing plants in the world!

You will understand if you listen to my standard and authentic Northeastern accent, hahaha!

But, young man, I guess you have never been to our place, right?

After all, the world there is dominated by mechanical life forms now..."

Hearing this, Ye Feng only felt a loud buzzing sound in his head.

He could no longer hear what the old blacksmith said next.

All his thoughts had already drifted back to a vast expanse of land ten thousand years ago...

Suddenly, he tightly grasped the old blacksmith's rough and thick hands, and did not let go for a long time.

After a long while, Ye Feng finally calmed down his turbulent emotions.

The blacksmith sat down slowly, and said with a slightly awkward smile:

"Oh my god, look how scared you are..."

Ye Feng laughed dryly twice, feeling somewhat embarrassed, and did not explain further.

"Is there any support from the moon?" Ye Feng asked tentatively.

"No, I'm used to it." The blacksmith moved his mechanical legs and replied.

After taking a quick look at the weapons in the shop, Ye Feng continued to ask:

"Where do all these weapons go?"

"The higher-ups will make the allocations before the war," the blacksmith said as he moved his mechanical legs.

“Distribute these weapons to those android soldiers with stronger combat capabilities.

However, they are definitely not as good as you special forces.

All resources are rationed.”

"Of course, we have currency in circulation in the resistance army. If anyone needs other weapons, they can buy them privately. The money will naturally be used for military expenses.

By the way, young man, if you have any materials that you don’t need, as long as we can use them, you can also exchange them for circulating gold here like we do and settle accounts.”

The blacksmith seemed to have thought of something, and continued to mutter to himself, "My friends died one after another, and they went into battle with the weapons I made..."

"Maybe they died because they used my weapons to fight..."

"What?" Ye Feng shuddered suddenly, his face full of shock.

"No, no, haha." The old blacksmith just smiled bitterly and shook his head, trying to use laughter to cover up the sadness and helplessness deep in his heart.

"Uncle, I see that your leg is in trouble. Why don't you repair it or replace it?" Ye Feng asked with concern.

The old blacksmith frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, he slowly said:

“This is not a good idea.

The only part of my body that is still the same as when it left the factory is this leg. If I replace it, will I still be myself?"

"Uncle, you guys..." Ye Feng sighed from the bottom of his heart.

From these people, he seemed to see the shadows of the group of people he admired the most.

They are tenacious, persistent, and unwavering in their beliefs.

The old blacksmith laughed heartily, his voice bright and loud: "Young man, thank you for chatting with an old man like me for so long. It relieves my boredom.

We rarely have outsiders coming here, except for the occasional refugee.

Especially you heavenly soldiers and generals, who come from heaven."

"You know, the last time someone came was the time before, haha..." The old blacksmith half-jokingly joked. A hint of loneliness and expectation flashed in his eyes, as if he was recalling the past bustle and hustle and bustle.

Farewell to the blacksmith,

"System, is there any way to help them?" Ye Feng frowned and asked solemnly.

Although he was holding the script, his heart was filled with sympathy and admiration for these soldiers.

Although he knew he was just a bystander, he still wanted to help these brave warriors who were desperate to regain their territory.

However, the reality is so cruel that the top leaders of the human military regard them as abandoned pawns and cannon fodder, and do not care about their life or death at all.

“We can’t help directly.”

The voice of the leader seemed to become a little heavy.

"Currently resources are extremely scarce, and a large number of resource points are controlled by mechanical life forms. We can't help for the time being.

However, if the host makes any discoveries during the exploration, he can carry them with him, or contact the resistance in time and let them collect them.

This is all we can do.”

Ye Feng nodded silently to show that he understood.

When I was about to leave, I heard the uncle calling me from behind.

"Young man, take care and take these back..."