Chapter 203 Everyone is hungry during the winter, why do you have so much food? !

Cow and Horse Club Group.

WC Zhen You Mosquito: "Strange, where are the dog managers? I didn't see anyone all day."

Lao Bai: "Fang Chang and the others went on a mission, probably haven't logged off yet. By the way, is it really okay for you to say this in front of me? (squinting smile)"

(Group member "WC Zhen You Mosquito" withdrew a message.)

WC Zhen You Mosquito: "Fuck! They haven't logged off yet? Don't characters get tired?"

If the characters in the game didn't also need to sleep, I'm afraid many people would stay online 24 hours a day in this game.

Lao Bai: "It seems that he is sleeping during the shift change. I just saw Fang Chang on the forum."

Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes: "Speaking of which, have you seen the post that A Guang posted on the official website? It seems that the guild system will be released in version 1.0. Should we set up a guild at that time?"

WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Do you still need to ask this? We must do it! The combat professional players and life professional players of the T0 echelon are all in our group. If we join forces, won't we be invincible in the world! (grin)"

Night Ten: "If you don't understand, just ask. Is the T0 echelon life professional player you are talking about yourself? (funny)"

WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Gan! Do you look down on goblin technology? (angry)"

Night Ten: "I don't, I'm not, how dare I. (funny)"

Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes: "(squinting)"

Lao Bai: "Haha, don't blame Mosquito. Some of the gadgets he made are very powerful. I may not be able to make them. By the way, Ye Shi, why did you come down? Have you completed the mission?"

Ye Shi: "I have completed it. We are on the way back. We are taking turns to ride bicycles. I was riding the bicycle just now, and now it is Kuangfeng's turn to carry me. I slept on his back for a while. Brother Quitting Smoking has not mastered the trick of going offline yet. I guess he is dawdling. I just washed my face and will take Kuangfeng's shift after dinner."

Before Lao Bai was tricked into joining the team, Ye Shi called Quitting Smoking.

The bicycles produced by the No. 81 Steel Plant have large frames, which are more than enough for two people. Four people and two bicycles can just take turns riding.

Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes: "By the way, what mission are you doing?"

Night Ten: "Reconnaissance! There is another group of people coming to our north, about 6 trucks, 5 machine gun pickups with welded steel plates, their equipment is obviously better than the group we met last night, 80% of them are the direct troops of the Bone Chewing Tribe. They circled the experimental base twice before going up, and they must be furious now. I think I heard a few gunshots. (Funny)"

Old White: "Haha, the fuel rods and supplies were taken away, and those that couldn't be taken away were burned. If it were me, they would definitely be furious!"

WC Real Mosquito: "Don't go off track, what about the guild? We have to think of a cool name, right?"

Night Ten: "Do you even need to ask this? (Funny)"

Old White: "There is really no need to ask. (Laughing)"

The name of the Niu Ma Club is about to become an urban legend in the single-player game circle along with "Wasteland OL"

It would be a waste if the guild is not called this.

…

"Fuck! So stingy!"

The residents of the shelter asked, and looking at the rewards from the blind box, Chu Guang couldn't help cursing.

There is no power armor.

The results are as follows:

Two lollipops, three treatment needles, and an active substance extractor.

Chu Guang didn't understand what kind of weapon the active substance extractor is.

Is it because it can produce active substances for making clones? And clones are considered a consumable item classified under the category of weapons?

The indirect relationship here is too long!

Chu Guang thinks that if this logic is valid, bionic people should also be considered weapons.

After all, they can be used as human bombs, can be used as cannon fodder on the line, and can consume the enemy's physical strength when captured. If this is not a weapon, what is it?

So...

Can you draw one?

"Forget it, one more active substance extractor is not bad."

In the past, when there were only dozens of players, not even one person would die in a week. Now that the number of players has increased, and the strategy for the underground world of Qingquan City has been launched, there will be "natural" casualties every now and then. The active substance extractor has basically never stopped since it was turned on, and it runs at full capacity every day.

Chu Guang calculated that ignoring the time for filling and taking materials, an average of 1 to 3 units of active substances can be produced per hour.

If it is a slime mold alien, the recovery speed will be much slower than that of mammals, with an hourly output of 0.9 to 1.5 units.

At the same time, factors such as the integrity, moisture content, temperature, degree of decay, etc. of the material will affect the recovery volume and recovery speed.

After thinking for a moment, Chu Guang made a decision.

"The new active substance extractor will be deployed outside the B3 layer."

This will also save the need to cut the alien corpses into pieces and pack them and send them to the surface for refining.

Chu Guang had already regarded Shelter 404 as his home.

Bringing those bloody things home made him feel a little uncomfortable.

…

Shelter 404 B3 floor.

Two guards carried a black "coffin" one after the other and walked out through the gear-shaped gate.

Outside the gate was an underground tunnel that was not marked on the map, connecting to the Qingquan City subway network and extending in the direction outside Qingquan City. It was unknown where it led.

At present, the players' strategy progress is about 1 kilometer to the north and 800 meters to the south. Due to the existence of the Qingquan City Center Mother Nest, the strategy towards the city center will be more difficult, even though it is far from the city center.

The construction team of the outpost built a checkpoint here with cement, bricks and sandbags.

Two guards took turns to stand guard at the checkpoint, responsible for issuing tasks to the residents of the shelter and preventing them from bringing some strange things back to the shelter or attracting some difficult-to-deal alien species.

Although no accidents have occurred so far, the administrator still equipped this place with a machine gun and 300 machine gun bullets, as well as a simple 12kw wood generator and four searchlights.

In addition, there are two Iron Fist rocket launchers in the sentry post, which are placed in a locked wooden box, and the captain on duty keeps the key.

This place is like a small bunker.

Even if you encounter a tyrant, you can hold on for a minute or two and close the door of the shelter.

After carrying the black "big coffin" into the checkpoint and placing it next to the generator, the young rookie guard stood up and wiped his sweat.

Watching the officer pull out a wire from the generator and connect it to this weird-looking device, he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Sir, what is this box used for?"

Liu Ding clapped his hands, glanced at the new recruit, and said with a grin.

"You don't want to know."

As they were talking, two residents of the shelter came over carrying a pitch-black gnawer.

"We just saw the mission update!"

"Can the gnawer's body be recovered?"

After taking a look at the subtitles on the VM, Liu Ding followed the manager's instructions, looked at them solemnly and nodded, and read the monologue in a non-standard accent.

"Yes, respected warriors, this is up to you."

The two players looked happy, walked forward happily, skillfully opened the lid of the active substance extractor, and threw the corpse that had been set up into it.

They are already mature little players.

They can produce and synthesize their own raw materials!

Elf King Fugui wiped the sweat from his forehead, stared at the active substance extractor that had started working, and couldn't help asking.

"By the way, how many resurrection coins can this thing produce in a day?"

Canyon Mole on the Run answered casually.

"I heard that one per hour... but the synthesis efficiency of the gnawer is very low, and the specific output is unclear."

"Fuck! Only this much?"

"No way, I heard that the synthesis efficiency of mammals is a little higher."

Elf King Fugui suddenly had an idea and asked.

"You said... how much can be squeezed out of a living person?"

Canyon Mole on the Run glanced at him.

"I haven't tried it, why don't you lie down in it and try it?"

"Are you a devil???"

Liu Ding glanced at the VM, and there were no subtitles on it. I thought these people should not be talking to me.

The young guard on the side looked at these warriors with a face full of longing.

When will I be as strong and brave as them, and fight those terrifying aliens alone...

...

East gate of the outpost.

About a hundred meters away from the trench in front of the wall, the tribesmen were walking on the snow under the morning sun, carrying buckets and heading towards Linghu Lake in the west.

A new day starts with fetching water.

Now in December, the surface of Linghu Lake has frozen, and people can even run on the lake near the shore. They need to chisel the surface of the lake to get the fresh water they need.

If they are lucky, they may even get two fish that breathe through the ice.

Because a new refugee tribe settled here some time ago, the tribesmen who were separated during the journey also found here one after another, and the village, which was originally sparsely populated, also looked much more lively.

However, although the two tribes are located next to each other, separated by only a small path, they have not completely merged together to form the same village.

Even though they are still friendly with each other, and have even become two newlyweds recently, both sides also tacitly maintain a certain distance, neither too distant nor too close presumptuously.

The new chieftain of the tribe stuck a spear at the entrance of his settlement as a totem of the tribe.

Seeing this, Wu Tiefu followed suit and found a wooden stake to put at the entrance of the settlement and stuck an axe on it.

Thus, the two tribes of Frost Spear and Iron Axe were born.

Patrolling outside the base with rifles on their backs, the two guards stopped at the east gate for a while, glanced at the village of the tribesmen, and chatted casually.

"It's getting more and more lively around the base recently."

"Yes."

"I heard that among the new members of the guard team recently, there are two tribesmen?"

"That's true. I remember that they were two skinny, dark-skinned guys. I don't know if they are sixteen years old. I'm really worried that they will go to the battlefield and get scared to pee their pants by the bullets flying over the trenches."

If the pants get wet in this weather, it's no joke. It might be life-threatening.

"Speaking of which, is there going to be a war recently?"

"Eighty percent of it is. I heard from the brothers who came back last night that they had a fight with the people of the Bone Chewing Tribe more than ten kilometers away. Rockets whizzed in the sky and killed many people!"

Speaking of war, although it makes people frown, none of the boys in the guard team are afraid.

After all, even a powerful enemy like the Legion has been defeated by them, let alone a group of barbarians who drink blood like hair?

They had no doubt that the wise and powerful administrator could lead them to victory, and those hyenas and jackals who dared to show their fangs to them would be crushed under the hammer of justice!

At this moment, a young guard trotted over from not far away.

"We need manpower in the north! Are you busy now? If not, come and help us."

The two patrolling guards looked stern and grabbed the straps of their rifles.

"We are patrolling, what's the situation in the north?"

Seeing the nervous expressions of the two, the young guard smiled and said.

"Don't be nervous, it's not the looters, it's the spoils! In the operation last night, we dragged the spoils to Changjiu Farm, and now a batch has been sent to the north gate of the wetland park. Trucks can't enter the park, so we need to find a few strong people to help move things and unload."

Hearing this, the two breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed their hands holding the rifle straps.

"I'll go and notify the warehouse manager. Please wait a moment."

The warehouse manager is responsible for issuing the task of transporting goods. They do not have the authority to issue tasks.

The young guard nodded energetically.

"Well, we don't need many people. About 10 will be enough!"

In the battle last night, more than 30 tons of food, a large number of legion standard weapons and bullets, and even artillery shells were seized from the looters!

Some of the supplies were left at Changjiu Farm, and the other part was dragged to the outpost.

At this moment, in the square in the center of the sanatorium, Brown, who had just woken up, stretched out his hand to rub his sore eyebrows and couldn't help yawning.

Last night, the aerial images seen from the VM kept appearing in his dreams over and over again, making him unable to sleep all night.

"Oh, our old landlord also got up so early."

Hearing the voice from behind, Brown subconsciously turned his head and saw the man who spoke to him, and his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled three times.

"Your mouth is still so foul, it's a pity you can live till now."

Night Owl, with his arms folded, didn't take this to heart, and squeezed out a slightly sarcastic smile from his scarred face.

"Don't get me wrong, I have no ill intentions, let's talk business, what have you considered?"

Brown raised his chin slightly.

"Before hearing the specific relocation plan, I refuse to express any opinion."

Relocation plan?

Does this thing need any plan.

"You are still so hard to understand... Just say it, I plan to move there."

Brown sneered at this childish remark and replied indifferently.

"Is this your idea alone, or the idea of ​​all the survivors in Highway Town."

Night Owl shrugged.

"It doesn't matter. I will convince them."

"What can I convince them with?"

"We are no match for those looters, and Boulder City doesn't care at all, let alone our lives. If we don't unite, we will be defeated one by one."

Hearing this naive speech, Brown couldn't help but sneer.

"Can you guarantee that those blue coats can guarantee your safety? Even if they have that ability, can you guarantee that they won't use you as cannon fodder and throw you to the front line to consume the bullets of those looters?"

To be honest, although Brown hoped that this group of suddenly rising blue coats could solve the troubles getting closer and closer to the north, otherwise he would not appear here.

But the plan he envisioned was that the blue coats could organize a coalition force to appear at their doorsteps when necessary and deal with the looters' attacks together with them.

For this, he could pay a little price, whether it was food or something else.

However, Brown never expected that the plan proposed by these blue coats was to let all of them move in.

It's ridiculous!

If I really do this, it will undoubtedly mean losing everything I have now!

Even if I take a step back, if I must run, why not run to the safer Boulder City?

It's obviously more civilized there!

The army is more powerful!

It's much safer than here!

Just as the two of them were arguing with each other, there was a commotion at the north gate.

I saw a group of residents in the shelter dragging wooden and iron trailers, bringing bundles of food in from outside.

A rough count showed that the food was at least ten tons.

Dolu, who happened to walk out of the sanatorium and woke up not long ago, rubbed his eyes.

Staring at the food being transported to the warehouse from the north gate, his green bean-sized eyes instantly widened to the size of coins, and he couldn't help muttering.

"Where does so much food come from?!"

Everyone is hungry for the winter, why do you have so much food!

"It's probably from the looters." Du Conglin, wearing a hunter's hat, walked out of the sanatorium with a mixed expression on his face.

The good news is that the blue jackets are very strong. Judging from the spoils, at least the dark video is not photoshopped. They did fight with the looters and won!

However, the worry is that judging from the amount of food, the number of looters targeting the northern suburbs of Qingquan City is probably not small!

Tens of thousands of kilograms of food were transported to the granary by carts, and those that could not be put in could only be piled up in temporary sheds.

With so much food, it would take several trips by truck. It doesn't look like it was prepared for one or two hundred people!

As we all know, the looters don't farm, at least not by themselves.

To be able to collect so much food, I'm afraid there must have been many broken families and deaths along the way...

Representatives from other survivor settlements in the northern suburbs came out of the guest rooms one after another, looking at the residents of the shelter who were busy carrying the spoils, with their faces showing different expressions.

Some were envious, some were worried, and some were hesitant.

At this moment, a man in power armor walked out of the main entrance of the sanatorium.

After removing the mask of the power armor, Chu Guang looked at the strange survivor closest to him and spoke in a friendly tone.

"Did you have a good rest last night?"

Hearing the lord here talking to him, Du Conglin from the Morning Wind Community said with a stiff expression.

"Thank you for your hospitality. I slept well last night."

"That's good."

After smiling faintly, Chu Guang paused for a moment, looked at the representatives of other survivor settlements around him, and continued.

"Everyone is here."

"Then please follow me."