At the same time.
On the VM map page, the "Operation Camp" logo is replaced by a new logo.
And updated the complete data card!
[ Name of Stronghold: Starwood Farm
Stronghold Level: Village (LV1)
Prosperity: 100
Industrial index: 0
Business Index: 0
Requirements: Building materials ( Donate to gain regional prestige).
Tendency: Exploration ( Scavenging task income +10%), Construction ( Infrastructure task income +10%) ]
Seeing the series of messages that popped up on the VM, the little players standing in the open space exchanged surprised looks and began to discuss.
"Damn it! The expansion pack is really over!"
"Why the hell is the industrial index and commercial index both 0?"
"After all, both the black workshop and the black brick kiln are registered at the outpost, and the industrial index is 0. There is nothing wrong with it. The NPCs have all left again, so the commercial index is also 0... I guessed."
"Starwood Farm? Where are the seeds, and tools, and what about a good land? Is there anything else to grow? Why didn't I see anything?"
"+1! The operator is trying to sell dog meat!"
At the same time, on the B2 floor of the shelter ten kilometers away, more than 200 training cabins were opened at the same time, and the doors slammed one after another.
Not just players who died in previous battles.
There are also newcomers who have just logged into the game.
More than two hundred people logged into the game at the same time!
Those newcomers still follow the old rules, let them get excited in the room for a while, and wait until they get dressed and the radio in the room finishes playing the novice tutorial and user precautions, and then the alloy door will open.
As for the old players who had just been revived, Lucius also locked them up and calmed down for a while before releasing them.
After all, after holding it in for so long, it is inevitable to do some stupid things under the excitement, and this game cannot register a small account, and it is better to do it alone when there is no one around.
It's also for their own good.
However……
After all, Lucius underestimated the power of withdrawal rebound.
As soon as the alloy door of the single room was opened, Brother Red Face Boxer rushed into the lobby on the B2 floor like a wild husky running wild.
I saw him moving forward with a sliding shovel, holding the door of the central elevator with both hands, poking the up button like a convulsion with his fingers, and screaming excitedly while poking.
"Hahahaha! I'm back again! The first place belongs to me!"
Soon, the sound of footsteps poured from the corridor to the hall, and followed the footsteps of Brother Red Face Boxer and rushed up.
"Hey! Why is this guy running so fast?"
"Everyone, don't rush! There are only a few elevators, come one by one, I'll go up first to help you find the way, and see if the snow is too big!"
"Ah, let me go up first! I want to watch Yuki count the money!"
"Dog man, what's so good about Yuki! I want to see my Handsome Manager!"
"I came first! Obviously, I came first!" Red Face Boxer, who was squeezed out of the crowd, screamed, looking at the elevator going up, wanting to cry without tears.
They opened a game on the forum of the official website before, betting 1 silver coin, whoever leaves the shelter first will be the winner, and everyone else has to pay him.
In addition to Mr. Garbage who was sadly unable to get out, more than a hundred small players who got stuck with bugs all participated.
More than a hundred! One coin per person adds up to a huge sum of money!
Crowds of people crowded in front of the elevator.
Those newcomers who were still walking slowly behind, touching left and right, and feeling how realistic the modeling was, after seeing the performance of these old players, one or two were petrified on the spot.
What are these people doing? Is this game so wild?
Sumeria, who was standing beside her with her arms folded, glanced at the guys who were squeezing the elevator door with disgust, and couldn't help but complain to Popo next to her.
"Is the brain of these guys broken? Why do I feel that they are not very smart?"
Like the old Luka, she probably guessed some inside information. These players are like clones and will not really die.
She didn't know much about cloning technology. She only knew that this thing was not uncommon in the wasteland, so she didn't take it seriously.
Who knows? Maybe there is a technology that can extract a tube of brains and recreate a clone. She is not an expert in this kind of thing.
Besides, thinking of every corpse, Lucius would have people take it back very carefully and throw it into the furnace for an unknown purpose.
Maybe it's really possible.
Popo moved the camera, looked at Sumeria at the side, and said helplessly.
"The Master said that this is performance art, so don't worry about them. If someone does something strange, just leave it to Popo to deal with it."
Performance Art? What is that?
Frowning and thinking about it for a long time, Sumeria decided not to think about those troublesome things at all.
Walked in front of the new players.
She put down her arms wrapped around her chest, lightly flicked her fiery red hair, and scanned them with sharp eyes.
"Are you the newcomers sent by the organization?"
"Unfortunately, The Manager is not here, I will train you today."
"If you don't want to be embarrassed, you'd better be obedient."
The above are all the lines of the proprietress of the weapon shop.
The following novice guidance will be conducted by Manager's assistant and chief repeater - Popo.
However……
Apparently, no one paid any attention to that little wastebasket guy.
The new players who were still in shock stared straight at the heroic Boss Sumeria with unintelligent expressions on their faces.
Training? Be obedient?
Wait, is this something you can play for free?
...
With the new and old players coming online, the number of players in the "Server" was full again, reaching the upper limit of 500 players.
Almost at the same time, Lucius's Manager System finally received a new non-routine task after a long absence.
And it still triggered two at a time!
【 Mission: Explore Shelter 117.
Type: Mainline.
Requirements: Use the map information collection function of VM to complete the exploration of the entire area of No. 117 shelter, without missing every corner.
Reward: Unlock the B3 floor. 】
【 Mission: Find the Shelter 117 Manager's VM.
Type: branch line
Reward: 200 reward points. 】
"The authority of the B3 floor is actually related to the shelter No. 117?"
In the central square of the action camp, Lucius, who had just finished assigning tasks to the players here, touched his chin and looked at the two updated task cards in the system interface with interest.
These two tasks are not difficult. Boss Sumeria knows the location of shelter 117, and even the magnetic card to open the door is with him.
In this snowy and frozen weather, he doesn't have to worry about mercenaries coming to snatch him from Boulder City.
As long as the aliens on the way from the subway entrance to the refuge entrance are solved, his little players can even scrape off the ground, let alone explore the map!
As for the VM of the manager of shelter 117, this requires a bit of luck, after all, no one can say whether that guy is still in the shelter.
"The Iron Fist rocket launcher in the arsenal happens to be used. It seems that there are ten light machine guns? It shouldn't be a big problem to deal with the crawler."
Anyway, the firepower must be enough, this task is left to the players to worry about.
As for Lucius himself, there are more important things to do on his side.
Came to the east side of Starwood Farm, where there was a barracks with a foam structure, in which the prisoners of the Legion were held.
Twenty-six people were crowded into one room, all sleeping on the floor on bunks, wearing only a single piece of clothing, so cold that they had to cling to the plumbing pipes.
When Lucius arrived nearby with two young players of the strength department, the ten captains in the barracks were whispering in low voices.
"The people from those companies have left..."
"They didn't take us."
"Is it intended to leave us with the natives?"
Thinking of the hundreds of shelter residents who died in that battle, many people had expressions of panic on their faces.
God knows what those savager will do to them.
Maybe throw them into the snow and watch them freeze to death, or maybe let them kill each other, and then brutally kill the last one who survives.
They are afraid because they have seen these things even if they have never done them.
In the legion, similar methods are very common. They are not only used to deal with the enemy, but also occasionally used to punish their own people.
Vanus did not participate in their discussion, but sat quietly against the wall, quietly awaiting his fate.
The answer is actually obvious. The people from the enterprise refused to sell them to the local survivor stronghold, and refused to mediate, obviously having no intention of keeping them alive.
Now it is nothing more than a question of how to die.
At this time, the door of the barracks opened, and the cold wind wrapped in snow scum suddenly blew in, and the people at the door huddled together and shivered.
Of course, it's not exactly cold.
Part of the reason was because of the man standing at the door.
Coming!
Looking at Lucius's face, Vanus felt that his heart was in his throat. He only hoped that these people would give him a good time and not torture him for too long.
However, to his surprise, the shelter Manager standing at the door did not immediately order them all to be executed.
Instead, he looked at them and said.
"From now on, you will be transformed by labor. If you want to live, you have to work."
Looking down at the people in the cell with cold eyes, Lucius looked at them and continued.
"Who is your chief?"
A pair of eyes looked hesitantly at the person who was next to the wall in the cell.
Knowing that this thing cannot be concealed at all, Vanus sighed softly in his heart, and simply stood up from the ground.
"It's me... my lord."
Hearing this guy call himself a lord, Lucius always felt a little funny.
I just wanted to say that he has a bit of backbone, but now he softens.
However, Lucius still maintained a deadpan majesty on his face, staring at the man with sharp eyes.
"The rest stay here and wait for arrangements. As for you, come out with me."
Following Lucius out of the barracks, Vanus felt that his legs were as stiff as lead. He always had a feeling that this section of the road was leading to the execution ground.
But even so, he had to go.
The north wind howled.
The wind and snow shot at him like a knife, and Vanus, who was only wearing a single suit, was so cold that his lips were blue and his muscles trembled uncontrollably.
The two little players next to Lucius whispered.
"F*ck, our Manager is still a jerk."
"Before you hang people, you have to torture them."
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's too miserable, too miserable."
Lucius ignored the whispers of the two little players about the mission plot, and took Vanus to the warehouse of Starwood Farm, picked up a piece of dead man's clothes that the players had looted from the battlefield, and threw it in his hands.
"Put it on."
After receiving the fur coat with bullet holes, Vanus, who thought he would be executed, was surprised, but he did so quickly.
Although the cold coat didn't bring him any warmth, at least it prevented his body temperature from passing away so quickly.
"Your subordinates will stay here to burn cement, carry stones, and build our home, while you will be sent to a brick kiln ten kilometers away."
Vanus swallowed, moistening his chapped throat.
"Can I say a word?"
Lucius looked at him and said.
"Can."
Squeezing a forced smile from his frozen face, he tried to propose.
"I'm in the west, with family. I can pay the ransom for myself... How about a hundred thousand Dinars? No, two hundred thousand! I can give all my property!"
Lucius: "Dinar?"
Vanus explained quickly: "That is our currency, made of gold. Two hundred thousand dinars, enough to buy 100 strong slaves, they are not mass-produced cannon fodder, they are all that those who can work and understand human speech are almost no different from normal people."
Seeing the mocking smile on the face of the man in front of him, Vanus spoke faster, even a little flustered, and completely lost his previous calmness.
"Of course, if you're not interested in coolies, you can also use this money to buy dozens of beautiful female slaves. They all have excellent genes and have been professionally trained...I assure you, I will pay the ransom, I just beg you to let me live!"
It seems that the Legion uses precious metals as currency, and is mainly based on the slave trade.
But think about it, after all, their cloning technology is so advanced, it doesn't make sense to only produce one kind.
The mass-produced clones were sent to the battlefield to charge and serve as cannon fodder, while the naturally grown clones and survivors served as coolies and were sent to work in factories or mines.
The strength of this army should not be underestimated.
Interrupting his begging for mercy, Lucius looked at him and said.
"In the spring of the next year, if there is a caravan heading west, you can send a letter to your family and ask them to come and redeem you with a ransom."
"But not now."
"You, like your officers, need to be reformed by labor. This has nothing to do with ransom. Do you understand what I mean?"
Although Vancs felt humiliated, at least his life was saved.
Vanus moved his stiff neck and lowered his head.
"Clear……"
"I am willing to obey your arrangement."
It doesn't matter if it's true or not.
It was enough for Lucius to keep these troubles under his nose until the situation in the north became clear.
After all, it's not appropriate for these people to be released or executed. If they don't arrange some work for them, Lucius feels at a loss again.
He is not the group of good old people on the Pioneer, who is willing to feed them with precious food for nothing.
Except for Vanus who was sent to the brick factory, a total of twenty-five junior officers were issued with a shovel and a fur clothing that barely kept out the cold. Under the supervision of four guards armed with rifles, The open space and roads in the camp were cleared of snow.
In the afternoon, they will be arranged to level the land outside the farm.
Lucius plans to build a cement factory to the south of Starwood Farm, and the cement produced will be used to build roads and connect the outpost with Starwood Farm.
When the road is fixed, the commute time from the outpost to Starwood Farm will be more than doubled.
At that time, Lucius also plans to build roads to the towns under his jurisdiction in the north, so that his players can go there to open up wasteland, and establish a new camp in Caxton City farther away.
It is said that the survivors there will be slightly weaker and more scattered, not as strong as Boulder City.
Since you can't expand to the south, you should expand to the north.
Lucius planned to occupy all the land along the elevated highway in the northern suburbs of Spring City to absorb the refugees who had escaped from the northern part of River Valley Province.
Anyway, the idea is this.
On the other side, those little players who were finally resurrected finally received compensation for missing the expansion.
The most compensation is 300 silver coins, and the least is 150 silver coins. In addition, there are 100 activity points and a chance for everyone to participate in the lucky draw.
The final lottery draw is the highlight of the entire expansion.
According to the rules published on the official website.
100 activity points can be exchanged for a high-end gift box, which guarantees a legion iron-pipe rifle worth 100 silver coins. In the reward pool, there are even more expensive assault rifles of the same model as the Pioneer that are limited to expansion packs.
10 activity points can be exchanged for intermediate gift boxes, and medicines such as weapon accessories, armor or bandages are guaranteed as a minimum. In the reward pool, there is also a red dot sight worth 233 silver coins that is limited to expansion packs.
Although 1 activity point cannot be drawn for a prize, it can be exchanged for 1 silver coin—but no one would exchange it for it.
Just kidding, the gift box is a limited reward! Wouldn't it just take off if there was a red dot sight?
Only a fool would exchange activity points for money!
Since not all players have VMs, the lottery for this expansion was arranged on the official website.
Wasteland time is six o'clock in the evening, and real time is six o'clock in the morning.
The announcement of gift box exchange was updated on the official website on time.
When the players and cloud players squatting on the forum saw the dazzling reward pool, the whole server boiled instantly!
At the same time.
On the VM map page, the "Operation Camp" logo is replaced by a new logo.
And updated the complete data card!
[ Name of Stronghold: Starwood Farm
Stronghold Level: Village (LV1)
Prosperity: 100
Industrial index: 0
Business Index: 0
Requirements: Building materials ( Donate to gain regional prestige).
Tendency: Exploration ( Scavenging task income +10%), Construction ( Infrastructure task income +10%) ]
Seeing the series of messages that popped up on the VM, the little players standing in the open space exchanged surprised looks and began to discuss.
"Damn it! The expansion pack is really over!"
"Why the hell is the industrial index and commercial index both 0?"
"After all, both the black workshop and the black brick kiln are registered at the outpost, and the industrial index is 0. There is nothing wrong with it. The NPCs have all left again, so the commercial index is also 0... I guessed."
"Starwood Farm? Where are the seeds, and tools, and what about a good land? Is there anything else to grow? Why didn't I see anything?"
"+1! The operator is trying to sell dog meat!"
At the same time, on the B2 floor of the shelter ten kilometers away, more than 200 training cabins were opened at the same time, and the doors slammed one after another.
Not just players who died in previous battles.
There are also newcomers who have just logged into the game.
More than two hundred people logged into the game at the same time!
Those newcomers still follow the old rules, let them get excited in the room for a while, and wait until they get dressed and the radio in the room finishes playing the novice tutorial and user precautions, and then the alloy door will open.
As for the old players who had just been revived, Lucius also locked them up and calmed down for a while before releasing them.
After all, after holding it in for so long, it is inevitable to do some stupid things under the excitement, and this game cannot register a small account, and it is better to do it alone when there is no one around.
It's also for their own good.
However……
After all, Lucius underestimated the power of withdrawal rebound.
As soon as the alloy door of the single room was opened, Brother Red Face Boxer rushed into the lobby on the B2 floor like a wild husky running wild.
I saw him moving forward with a sliding shovel, holding the door of the central elevator with both hands, poking the up button like a convulsion with his fingers, and screaming excitedly while poking.
"Hahahaha! I'm back again! The first place belongs to me!"
Soon, the sound of footsteps poured from the corridor to the hall, and followed the footsteps of Brother Red Face Boxer and rushed up.
"Hey! Why is this guy running so fast?"
"Everyone, don't rush! There are only a few elevators, come one by one, I'll go up first to help you find the way, and see if the snow is too big!"
"Ah, let me go up first! I want to watch Yuki count the money!"
"Dog man, what's so good about Yuki! I want to see my Handsome Manager!"
"I came first! Obviously, I came first!" Red Face Boxer, who was squeezed out of the crowd, screamed, looking at the elevator going up, wanting to cry without tears.
They opened a game on the forum of the official website before, betting 1 silver coin, whoever leaves the shelter first will be the winner, and everyone else has to pay him.
In addition to Mr. Garbage who was sadly unable to get out, more than a hundred small players who got stuck with bugs all participated.
More than a hundred! One coin per person adds up to a huge sum of money!
Crowds of people crowded in front of the elevator.
Those newcomers who were still walking slowly behind, touching left and right, and feeling how realistic the modeling was, after seeing the performance of these old players, one or two were petrified on the spot.
What are these people doing? Is this game so wild?
Sumeria, who was standing beside her with her arms folded, glanced at the guys who were squeezing the elevator door with disgust, and couldn't help but complain to Popo next to her.
"Is the brain of these guys broken? Why do I feel that they are not very smart?"
Like the old Luka, she probably guessed some inside information. These players are like clones and will not really die.
She didn't know much about cloning technology. She only knew that this thing was not uncommon in the wasteland, so she didn't take it seriously.
Who knows? Maybe there is a technology that can extract a tube of brains and recreate a clone. She is not an expert in this kind of thing.
Besides, thinking of every corpse, Lucius would have people take it back very carefully and throw it into the furnace for an unknown purpose.
Maybe it's really possible.
Popo moved the camera, looked at Sumeria at the side, and said helplessly.
"The Master said that this is performance art, so don't worry about them. If someone does something strange, just leave it to Popo to deal with it."
Performance Art? What is that?
Frowning and thinking about it for a long time, Sumeria decided not to think about those troublesome things at all.
Walked in front of the new players.
She put down her arms wrapped around her chest, lightly flicked her fiery red hair, and scanned them with sharp eyes.
"Are you the newcomers sent by the organization?"
"Unfortunately, The Manager is not here, I will train you today."
"If you don't want to be embarrassed, you'd better be obedient."
The above are all the lines of the proprietress of the weapon shop.
The following novice guidance will be conducted by Manager's assistant and chief repeater - Popo.
However……
Apparently, no one paid any attention to that little wastebasket guy.
The new players who were still in shock stared straight at the heroic Boss Sumeria with unintelligent expressions on their faces.
Training? Be obedient?
Wait, is this something you can play for free?
...
With the new and old players coming online, the number of players in the "Server" was full again, reaching the upper limit of 500 players.
Almost at the same time, Lucius's Manager System finally received a new non-routine task after a long absence.
And it still triggered two at a time!
【 Mission: Explore Shelter 117.
Type: Mainline.
Requirements: Use the map information collection function of VM to complete the exploration of the entire area of No. 117 shelter, without missing every corner.
Reward: Unlock the B3 floor. 】
【 Mission: Find the Shelter 117 Manager's VM.
Type: branch line
Reward: 200 reward points. 】
"The authority of the B3 floor is actually related to the shelter No. 117?"
In the central square of the action camp, Lucius, who had just finished assigning tasks to the players here, touched his chin and looked at the two updated task cards in the system interface with interest.
These two tasks are not difficult. Boss Sumeria knows the location of shelter 117, and even the magnetic card to open the door is with him.
In this snowy and frozen weather, he doesn't have to worry about mercenaries coming to snatch him from Boulder City.
As long as the aliens on the way from the subway entrance to the refuge entrance are solved, his little players can even scrape off the ground, let alone explore the map!
As for the VM of the manager of shelter 117, this requires a bit of luck, after all, no one can say whether that guy is still in the shelter.
"The Iron Fist rocket launcher in the arsenal happens to be used. It seems that there are ten light machine guns? It shouldn't be a big problem to deal with the crawler."
Anyway, the firepower must be enough, this task is left to the players to worry about.
As for Lucius himself, there are more important things to do on his side.
Came to the east side of Starwood Farm, where there was a barracks with a foam structure, in which the prisoners of the Legion were held.
Twenty-six people were crowded into one room, all sleeping on the floor on bunks, wearing only a single piece of clothing, so cold that they had to cling to the plumbing pipes.
When Lucius arrived nearby with two young players of the strength department, the ten captains in the barracks were whispering in low voices.
"The people from those companies have left..."
"They didn't take us."
"Is it intended to leave us with the natives?"
Thinking of the hundreds of shelter residents who died in that battle, many people had expressions of panic on their faces.
God knows what those savager will do to them.
Maybe throw them into the snow and watch them freeze to death, or maybe let them kill each other, and then brutally kill the last one who survives.
They are afraid because they have seen these things even if they have never done them.
In the legion, similar methods are very common. They are not only used to deal with the enemy, but also occasionally used to punish their own people.
Vanus did not participate in their discussion, but sat quietly against the wall, quietly awaiting his fate.
The answer is actually obvious. The people from the enterprise refused to sell them to the local survivor stronghold, and refused to mediate, obviously having no intention of keeping them alive.
Now it is nothing more than a question of how to die.
At this time, the door of the barracks opened, and the cold wind wrapped in snow scum suddenly blew in, and the people at the door huddled together and shivered.
Of course, it's not exactly cold.
Part of the reason was because of the man standing at the door.
Coming!
Looking at Lucius's face, Vanus felt that his heart was in his throat. He only hoped that these people would give him a good time and not torture him for too long.
However, to his surprise, the shelter Manager standing at the door did not immediately order them all to be executed.
Instead, he looked at them and said.
"From now on, you will be transformed by labor. If you want to live, you have to work."
Looking down at the people in the cell with cold eyes, Lucius looked at them and continued.
"Who is your chief?"
A pair of eyes looked hesitantly at the person who was next to the wall in the cell.
Knowing that this thing cannot be concealed at all, Vanus sighed softly in his heart, and simply stood up from the ground.
"It's me... my lord."
Hearing this guy call himself a lord, Lucius always felt a little funny.
I just wanted to say that he has a bit of backbone, but now he softens.
However, Lucius still maintained a deadpan majesty on his face, staring at the man with sharp eyes.
"The rest stay here and wait for arrangements. As for you, come out with me."
Following Lucius out of the barracks, Vanus felt that his legs were as stiff as lead. He always had a feeling that this section of the road was leading to the execution ground.
But even so, he had to go.
The north wind howled.
The wind and snow shot at him like a knife, and Vanus, who was only wearing a single suit, was so cold that his lips were blue and his muscles trembled uncontrollably.
The two little players next to Lucius whispered.
"F*ck, our Manager is still a jerk."
"Before you hang people, you have to torture them."
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's too miserable, too miserable."
Lucius ignored the whispers of the two little players about the mission plot, and took Vanus to the warehouse of Starwood Farm, picked up a piece of dead man's clothes that the players had looted from the battlefield, and threw it in his hands.
"Put it on."
After receiving the fur coat with bullet holes, Vanus, who thought he would be executed, was surprised, but he did so quickly.
Although the cold coat didn't bring him any warmth, at least it prevented his body temperature from passing away so quickly.
"Your subordinates will stay here to burn cement, carry stones, and build our home, while you will be sent to a brick kiln ten kilometers away."
Vanus swallowed, moistening his chapped throat.
"Can I say a word?"
Lucius looked at him and said.
"Can."
Squeezing a forced smile from his frozen face, he tried to propose.
"I'm in the west, with family. I can pay the ransom for myself... How about a hundred thousand Dinars? No, two hundred thousand! I can give all my property!"
Lucius: "Dinar?"
Vanus explained quickly: "That is our currency, made of gold. Two hundred thousand dinars, enough to buy 100 strong slaves, they are not mass-produced cannon fodder, they are all that those who can work and understand human speech are almost no different from normal people."
Seeing the mocking smile on the face of the man in front of him, Vanus spoke faster, even a little flustered, and completely lost his previous calmness.
"Of course, if you're not interested in coolies, you can also use this money to buy dozens of beautiful female slaves. They all have excellent genes and have been professionally trained...I assure you, I will pay the ransom, I just beg you to let me live!"
It seems that the Legion uses precious metals as currency, and is mainly based on the slave trade.
But think about it, after all, their cloning technology is so advanced, it doesn't make sense to only produce one kind.
The mass-produced clones were sent to the battlefield to charge and serve as cannon fodder, while the naturally grown clones and survivors served as coolies and were sent to work in factories or mines.
The strength of this army should not be underestimated.
Interrupting his begging for mercy, Lucius looked at him and said.
"In the spring of the next year, if there is a caravan heading west, you can send a letter to your family and ask them to come and redeem you with a ransom."
"But not now."
"You, like your officers, need to be reformed by labor. This has nothing to do with ransom. Do you understand what I mean?"
Although Vancs felt humiliated, at least his life was saved.
Vanus moved his stiff neck and lowered his head.
"Clear……"
"I am willing to obey your arrangement."
It doesn't matter if it's true or not.
It was enough for Lucius to keep these troubles under his nose until the situation in the north became clear.
After all, it's not appropriate for these people to be released or executed. If they don't arrange some work for them, Lucius feels at a loss again.
He is not the group of good old people on the Pioneer, who is willing to feed them with precious food for nothing.
Except for Vanus who was sent to the brick factory, a total of twenty-five junior officers were issued with a shovel and a fur clothing that barely kept out the cold. Under the supervision of four guards armed with rifles, The open space and roads in the camp were cleared of snow.
In the afternoon, they will be arranged to level the land outside the farm.
Lucius plans to build a cement factory to the south of Starwood Farm, and the cement produced will be used to build roads and connect the outpost with Starwood Farm.
When the road is fixed, the commute time from the outpost to Starwood Farm will be more than doubled.
At that time, Lucius also plans to build roads to the towns under his jurisdiction in the north, so that his players can go there to open up wasteland, and establish a new camp in Caxton City farther away.
It is said that the survivors there will be slightly weaker and more scattered, not as strong as Boulder City.
Since you can't expand to the south, you should expand to the north.
Lucius planned to occupy all the land along the elevated highway in the northern suburbs of Spring City to absorb the refugees who had escaped from the northern part of River Valley Province.
Anyway, the idea is this.
On the other side, those little players who were finally resurrected finally received compensation for missing the expansion.
The most compensation is 300 silver coins, and the least is 150 silver coins. In addition, there are 100 activity points and a chance for everyone to participate in the lucky draw.
The final lottery draw is the highlight of the entire expansion.
According to the rules published on the official website.
100 activity points can be exchanged for a high-end gift box, which guarantees a legion iron-pipe rifle worth 100 silver coins. In the reward pool, there are even more expensive assault rifles of the same model as the Pioneer that are limited to expansion packs.
10 activity points can be exchanged for intermediate gift boxes, and medicines such as weapon accessories, armor or bandages are guaranteed as a minimum. In the reward pool, there is also a red dot sight worth 233 silver coins that is limited to expansion packs.
Although 1 activity point cannot be drawn for a prize, it can be exchanged for 1 silver coin—but no one would exchange it for it.
Just kidding, the gift box is a limited reward! Wouldn't it just take off if there was a red dot sight?
Only a fool would exchange activity points for money!
Since not all players have VMs, the lottery for this expansion was arranged on the official website.
Wasteland time is six o'clock in the evening, and real time is six o'clock in the morning.
The announcement of gift box exchange was updated on the official website on time.
When the players and cloud players squatting on the forum saw the dazzling reward pool, the whole server boiled instantly!
