Guns are more convincing than words at any time.
Like now.
Lex didn't take too long to make a decision, and he had no doubt that the people in front of him didn't even need a charge to destroy them.
Even though the refugees behind him were not willing, he still tried to persuade them.
"We have no choice, they won't let us go forward, and there's no way we can go back."
A ragged wastelander couldn't help shouting: "What if we hand over our weapons and they open fire on us?"
"So what if we don't hand over our weapons?" Lex said, looking at the man, "They don't even need a charge to kill us."
The Wastelander couldn't argue.
There are a total of more than 180 of them, most of them are old and weak women and children, and there are less than 70 young and middle-aged men who can form combat effectiveness... And this is even counting children over eight years old and under fourteen years old situation.
All the firearms add up to only a dozen or so, and the rest are bows and arrows and spears. These equipments are enough to deal with some looters who are also stretching their hips, but they can only hide far away when encountering hard stubble.
It's not the first time they've been driven out of other survivors' strongholds, and few of them leave their living rooms open in winter.
At least, the men didn't open fire when they were capable of destroying them.
This is already the greatest kindness...
After the refugees put down their weapons, Lucius asked Wrench to send two people in to take away their weapons, and at the same time kept his promise to set up a cauldron in the open space at the east gate.
It was impossible for Lucius to feed them as well as the players, but he would not watch these refugees starve and freeze in the cold wind.
He issued a task through the VM, and asked Scrambled Eggs to go to the warehouse to collect 50 kilograms of green wheat and make a pot of porridge for them.
At the same time, let the man named Lex, with the young and middle-aged labor force who can still work, set up a camp in the open space 50 meters away from the east gate.
The terrain here is undulating, dead trees embedded in the snow can be seen everywhere, and there are concrete debris and a few building debris that can be used.
Building a shack is an essential skill for every wastelander, and these people are no exception. After giving them some tools such as shovels and carts, the work went smoothly.
At the same time, the big pot at the east gate was also set up, and as the water in the pot boiled, Brother Scrambled Eggs poured all the green wheat into it.
Wheat with an oxalic sour taste is hard to arouse appetite, and it takes a long time to cook to get rid of the astringent taste. But this is for the players.
For those hungry people who were about to starve to death, even a little cloudy soup was a supreme delicacy.
The white gas floating on the pot made all the refugees swallow their saliva, and the speed of building the camp became faster.
Standing behind Lucius watching, several players whispered in low voices.
"These people look pitiful."
"It's very pitiful, even the children are helping."
"But I didn't expect someone to come to this survivor's stronghold just after it was built."
"It paid off too quickly."
Hearing the whispers of the players, Lucius also felt puzzled. Although he asked him to light the fire, he did not expect to attract people here the next day.
Why didn't anyone come when the Pioneer was still there? At that time, there was more smoke in the camp than now, and his little players got up early in the morning to cook for themselves.
It's just about time!
If these refugees had come two days earlier, the food would have been much better than now. Those people on the Pioneer have no shortage of food and clothing, and they are more pitiful than themselves. Lucius even dared to bet that as long as he expressed that he could accept these refugees, he believed that they would generously support him with a sum of supplies.
As for now, Lucius can only say that he will do his best.
Taking advantage of these refugees building camps, Lucius asked Old Luka to make a statistic of their population.
There were a total of 187 refugees, including 61 young and middle-aged men over the age of 14, and the rest were old and weak women and children. There were even 5 babies under one year old and 4 pregnant women.
Lucius reckoned that when their team was the largest, there should be about three or four hundred people, and they may have lost half of their staff along the way.
But even so, their situation is much better than that of the nomads who settled near the wetland park.
If I remember correctly, Brother Iron Ax Wade led his tribe all the way from the north of the River Valley Province, and even the men were almost dead when they got here, and they even missed their own seeds.
The guards handed over their guns, but they were allowed to keep knives, axes, bows, and arrows.
According to the statistics of Wrench, they handed in a total of 23 iron-pipe rifles of different calibers, including 5 old-fashioned smoothbore guns, which really surprised Lucius.
They actually got here relying on these equipment. It is unimaginable.
"My lord, I was in their camp just now and found someone contracted typhoid." Old Luka, who had returned from the refugee camp, reported to Lucius.
Lucius: "Is it serious?"
"I'm not sure, most of them are in poor health, maybe they're hungry, maybe they're really sick... I can't tell either," Old Luka said cautiously, "I'm worried that they will bring plague, we have neither doctors nor have enough medicines to deal with the situation."
Lucius thought for a moment, then nodded.
"I know, I'll figure it out."
To be honest, in fact, Lucius didn't have a good solution.
Hygiene is not a problem for the players at all, at least not the core problem.
Even if you are not a player of the constitution system, as long as the level reaches LV7 or above, you can basically have a constitution of 6~7 points, and this is already 120%~140% of the working efficiency of the immune system of a normal adult.
As for Lucius himself, his physique has reached 14, and the working efficiency of the immune system is nearly three times that of normal people. are immune to some extent.
Seeing that the Manager understands, Old Luka paused and continued.
"In addition, it is food..."
"Just say it."
"We provide relief to them according to the lowest standards. More than 180 people consume nearly 50 kilograms of food every day, and the monthly expenditure is 1,500 kilograms. And this is still in an ideal situation. Although you have exchanged some food from Poinner, but this cold winter may last until the end of February next year, or even the beginning of March... Our own food is already very tight."
There are now 500 players in the outpost, and the daily food consumption has reached an astonishing half a ton. Sometimes Old Luka really felt that those people were nothing but idiots, and they had no spirit of thrift at all, wishing they could eat twice or even three times his amount in a day.
At present, the total food reserves of the outpost base are just over 30 tons, of which the corn, rice, and potatoes bought from the Pioneer account for one-third, and the raw meat, dried meat, and fish catches obtained from hunting account for one-third.
The rest are spoils from the Bloody Hand clan, Old Leech, and part of Brown Farm's unsolicited tribute.
It is conservatively estimated that if the current trend of consumption continues, the food will probably be enough to last until the end of the year.
"Food is indeed a problem," Lucius thought for a moment, "I will find a way about this."
Just a month ago, the food in the outpost was not even enough to feed dozens of people for half a month.
If it is Big deal. Just ask the neighbors to borrow some more.
...
After the porridge for the hungry was distributed, the noise in the refugee camp gradually subsided.
Many people had traveled all the way and could no longer bear the fatigue. Now their stomachs were filled with warm food, and they curled up in sleeping bags under the huts and fell asleep.
Although they were asleep, Wrench didn't dare to relax his vigilance. He arranged for people to stand guard on the fence and keep an eye on the situation in the refugee camp.
Lucius was not too worried.
He didn't even pay attention to the Bloody Hand clan, let alone some refugees?
In the room near the east gate of Starwood Farm, he received the man named "Lex".
This man should be the representative, or the leader, elected by this group of refugees.
"Thank you for your generosity!"
After entering the room, Lex knelt on the ground on one knee, nodded and said, "Without you, many of us might not be able to survive tonight."
"We don't like to kneel here, get up," Lucius continued, looking at the man standing up, "We can provide you with shelter, but you must have the self-consciousness of being dependent on others, and abide by our rules and customs. At the same time, you have to To be clear, this is not gratuitous."
Lex nodded.
This is a reasonable request. No one welcomes unruly guests.
Moreover, before becoming refugees, they also owned homes, and they are conscious of the unwelcome status of "Homeless people".
"What do you need?"
Lucius: "It's very simple, work for us, we will pay you, and you can use the reward to exchange for food, fuel, or other things."
Before the B3 layer is unlocked, the number of players is temporarily stuck in a bottleneck. In the absence of players' supplements, he needs more aborigines to replace the growing players, to engage in those low-end, low-value-added recurring income.
Although he always teases players for working harder than animals, it is impossible to treat them like animals all the time.
Occasionally moving bricks is to experience life, and moving bricks every day is work.
Hearing what the lord said, Lex's expression relaxed a little, and even revealed a hint of joy.
Originally, in his expectation, it would be good to have something to eat. In other survivor settlements, the status of a refugee is no more noble than a slave. As for the reward, he never thought about it.
"Thank you for giving us the chance to live."
"The only thing we can give you is a chance, and it's up to you whether you can seize it." After a pause, Lucius looked at him and continued, "I heard from my subordinates that you had a settlement of survivors before. In other words, you are not nomads?"
Lex quickly nodded and said.
"Yes, my lord."
Lucius: "Tell me what you know."
Lex immediately said: "We can do a lot, including hunting, farming, weaving hemp rope, we also have woodworking and blacksmithing... as long as you need it, we can do it for you."
Seeing Lex rushing to sell, Lucius nodded slightly satisfied.
Hunters, carpenters, and other handicraftsmen are just what he needs. As for blacksmiths, they can be arranged to work in steel factories with a little training.
Although these labor forces are not as high-quality as his players, they are always better than nomads. It's just that relatively speaking, the physical fitness of these survivors may be slightly weaker, and they did not bring the livestock that Lucius wanted.
"In the past two days, you should settle yourselves down first."
"After two days, I will arrange things for you to do."
...
Official Website:
[ Announcement: A group of vagrants ( Prosperity +50) came to Starwood Farm. ]
[ Starwood Farm adds "Immigrant Tide" buff: The demand for food and fur has increased, and the inflow of people has increased. ]
[ Old Luka's worries: We don't have much food, so we can't always support them. It would be great if we could find something for them to do. ( Hint: There are many excellent hunters and craftsmen among the refugees. After reaching the "Friendly" reputation level, you can run industries locally and hire them to work.) ]
[ Today's Recommended Recipe: salt and pepper corn, mapo tofu ( Not spicy or spicy is also possible) ]
[ Shuri Hut: The Shuri Hut is now has a lot of silk fabrics are waiting for you. ]
Tail: "!! New plot! What did you do when Tail wasn't around?!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ"
Quit Smoking: "Damn it! There's a new NPC!? Planner dad is awesome!"
Mole In The Hole: "It really made me guess right, the prosperity is really linked to the NPC population! It's just that this value doesn't seem to be calculated based on the population through a fixed formula, but driven by events?"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "It is suspected that the operator recruited a P company to plan and wait for the law of the ancestors to be immutable and the comet to descend on our heads. (≧▽≦)"
Irena: "Speaking of which, how's your split claw hunt going? Is it done? (^‿^)"
Sisi: "Hey, don't mention it, Tail sent me away first, and came down by herself after a while."
Tail: "Wait, you can't blame Tail! That bazooka has a problem, it can't hit at all! It will spit fire backwards! (?д?;)"
Crazy Bookworm: "How could the recoilless gun not spray..."
Tail: "But Mosquito are so good at selling that they don't breathe fire!"
Crazy Bookworm: "That's because his thing is not a recoilless gun at all. How can it have any deep penetration? It's just a heartless gun carried on the shoulder."
Mosquito: "!!! This can get me too!"
Yaya: "Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Noobs! (*≧▽≦)ツ"
Because of the heroic sacrifice of Tail and Sisi, I remind everyone that this tube is not just for fun like a Mosquito's firecracker. When launching, don't point your butt at people.
In short, VM and equipment are picked up. OB is only three days, not a big deal.
The arrival of refugees has caused a lot of topics in the official website forum, but it has not become the focus of discussion among players like before.
After all, this is not the first time refugees have come here, and what happened today is too much to discuss.
Red Face Boxer, who got the seeds from the manager, shared the skills of growing corn with others in the forum.
The Shelter No. 117 mission that Brother Mole and Mosquito teamed up to attack has also attracted the attention of many players. This mission is suspected to be related to the main line of the game.
Unfortunately, nothing happened today. The situation below the subway entrance is very complicated.
Just like Boss Sumeria said, there are at least hundreds of eaters inside, not to mention crawlers.
A handful of Black Swans with limited ammunition is simply not enough.
They need more automatic weapons and throwing objects such as Molotov cocktails and soil grenades. After two days, the automatic rifles with a unit price of 200 silver coins will be officially put on the shelves, and the situation may be better.
Compared with the bad news that the raid on shelter No. 117 was blocked, the good news is that the second floor of the greenhouse ruins has been successfully captured by the cowboy team.
They successfully controlled the gate between the second and third floors underground, and now the space on the second floor underground of the greenhouse ruins has also been liberated.
Incredibly, even after two centuries, the facilities there are still running slowly in energy-saving mode.
Many of the light strips on the petri dishes have been broken, but some are still on. The indoor temperature is around 25 degrees, and the spirit leaves in the petri dish are growing well.
Tomorrow wrote a guide, which can be regarded as a summary of the fighting skills of the insect-type heterogeneous nest.
However, the players on the forum are obviously more concerned about how much money the cowboy teams have made from the second underground floor of the greenhouse ruins than the strategies that are not available for the time being.
Tomorrow didn't say anything.
But Lucius, who was watching the screen, knew it. After all, he personally sent the money to them.
Based on the calculation of dungeon difficulty and income, they got a total of 1,200 silver coins, which were divided equally between 4 people and 300 silver coins for one person.
As for the cost, Lucius didn't calculate it for them, but it is estimated that they consumed some ammunition.
If you use cold weapons to grind slowly, even if a piece of heavy armor can resist it, it will probably take a long time to grind. Moreover, a large amount of manpower has to be hired, relying on crowd tactics to pile up.
It's better to spend some ammunition if the benefits are shared.
After returning from Starwood Farm, Lucius finished updating the announcement, sat in front of the computer in the resident hall, and browsed around the official website.
Many players have already started discussing what jobs should be arranged for those refugees.
Some talk about running a textile factory, and some talk about running a cement factory. Anyway, there are all kinds of people. Of course, starting from version 0.8, there is a requirement for the prestige of the region to set up a factory, and it needs to be above friendly (1000).
Complete the task of helping the development of the region to increase the prestige of the region, or directly donate the materials needed by the local area, which can also be quickly improved.
Players complained one after another, this setting is simply copied from other games.
May the dog planner have a long life!
In addition, what caught Lucius's attention was that Night Commander found an abandoned military camp in the northern town with a player from the perception department.
The barracks was small, like a base of operations, on the playground of a community school.
In the early years of the Wasteland Era, it seemed that a group of refugees had been housed there, but they may have been evacuated after a short time, so they did not develop into a survivor stronghold like Beit Street.
Night Commander walked around there, but didn't find anything useful.
The entire school was searched clean, and even half of the bookshelves in the library were torn down. Presumably, they were used as firewood by the local survivors in the early days of the Wasteland Era.
"...It's strange that the small town seems to be a dead city, and the school is the same. There are no traces of survivors' activities, and there are no looters, only those gnawing people who fill the house and the smelly smell The basement of the building...we don't have enough equipment and dare not go deep into the building to explore."
"I plan to set off tomorrow to look for it, maybe I can find something."
Lucius was also curious about what they could find there.
Although it is estimated that the place has been looted countless times in the past two centuries, according to his experience, there is always something left that has not been taken away.
While Lucius was sitting in the shelter and surfing the Internet, 15 kilometers north of Starwood Farm, several men with rifles on their backs and thick coats were carefully searching for something nearby.
"That group shouldn't have gone too far." The bearded man muttered, tugging at the dog leash in his hand.
The hound he led hissed and growled, sniffing the ground carefully.
Suddenly, the hound suddenly raised its head and barked towards the south.
The man bent down, patted its head, and then stretched out his index finger to wipe the ground.
Below the snow are traces of footprints.
He stood up again, and squinted his eyes looking at the south.
"It runs pretty fast."
.......
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Guns are more convincing than words at any time.
Like now.
Lex didn't take too long to make a decision, and he had no doubt that the people in front of him didn't even need a charge to destroy them.
Even though the refugees behind him were not willing, he still tried to persuade them.
"We have no choice, they won't let us go forward, and there's no way we can go back."
A ragged wastelander couldn't help shouting: "What if we hand over our weapons and they open fire on us?"
"So what if we don't hand over our weapons?" Lex said, looking at the man, "They don't even need a charge to kill us."
The Wastelander couldn't argue.
There are a total of more than 180 of them, most of them are old and weak women and children, and there are less than 70 young and middle-aged men who can form combat effectiveness... And this is even counting children over eight years old and under fourteen years old situation.
All the firearms add up to only a dozen or so, and the rest are bows and arrows and spears. These equipments are enough to deal with some looters who are also stretching their hips, but they can only hide far away when encountering hard stubble.
It's not the first time they've been driven out of other survivors' strongholds, and few of them leave their living rooms open in winter.
At least, the men didn't open fire when they were capable of destroying them.
This is already the greatest kindness...
After the refugees put down their weapons, Lucius asked Wrench to send two people in to take away their weapons, and at the same time kept his promise to set up a cauldron in the open space at the east gate.
It was impossible for Lucius to feed them as well as the players, but he would not watch these refugees starve and freeze in the cold wind.
He issued a task through the VM, and asked Scrambled Eggs to go to the warehouse to collect 50 kilograms of green wheat and make a pot of porridge for them.
At the same time, let the man named Lex, with the young and middle-aged labor force who can still work, set up a camp in the open space 50 meters away from the east gate.
The terrain here is undulating, dead trees embedded in the snow can be seen everywhere, and there are concrete debris and a few building debris that can be used.
Building a shack is an essential skill for every wastelander, and these people are no exception. After giving them some tools such as shovels and carts, the work went smoothly.
At the same time, the big pot at the east gate was also set up, and as the water in the pot boiled, Brother Scrambled Eggs poured all the green wheat into it.
Wheat with an oxalic sour taste is hard to arouse appetite, and it takes a long time to cook to get rid of the astringent taste. But this is for the players.
For those hungry people who were about to starve to death, even a little cloudy soup was a supreme delicacy.
The white gas floating on the pot made all the refugees swallow their saliva, and the speed of building the camp became faster.
Standing behind Lucius watching, several players whispered in low voices.
"These people look pitiful."
"It's very pitiful, even the children are helping."
"But I didn't expect someone to come to this survivor's stronghold just after it was built."
"It paid off too quickly."
Hearing the whispers of the players, Lucius also felt puzzled. Although he asked him to light the fire, he did not expect to attract people here the next day.
Why didn't anyone come when the Pioneer was still there? At that time, there was more smoke in the camp than now, and his little players got up early in the morning to cook for themselves.
It's just about time!
If these refugees had come two days earlier, the food would have been much better than now. Those people on the Pioneer have no shortage of food and clothing, and they are more pitiful than themselves. Lucius even dared to bet that as long as he expressed that he could accept these refugees, he believed that they would generously support him with a sum of supplies.
As for now, Lucius can only say that he will do his best.
Taking advantage of these refugees building camps, Lucius asked Old Luka to make a statistic of their population.
There were a total of 187 refugees, including 61 young and middle-aged men over the age of 14, and the rest were old and weak women and children. There were even 5 babies under one year old and 4 pregnant women.
Lucius reckoned that when their team was the largest, there should be about three or four hundred people, and they may have lost half of their staff along the way.
But even so, their situation is much better than that of the nomads who settled near the wetland park.
If I remember correctly, Brother Iron Ax Wade led his tribe all the way from the north of the River Valley Province, and even the men were almost dead when they got here, and they even missed their own seeds.
The guards handed over their guns, but they were allowed to keep knives, axes, bows, and arrows.
According to the statistics of Wrench, they handed in a total of 23 iron-pipe rifles of different calibers, including 5 old-fashioned smoothbore guns, which really surprised Lucius.
They actually got here relying on these equipment. It is unimaginable.
"My lord, I was in their camp just now and found someone contracted typhoid." Old Luka, who had returned from the refugee camp, reported to Lucius.
Lucius: "Is it serious?"
"I'm not sure, most of them are in poor health, maybe they're hungry, maybe they're really sick... I can't tell either," Old Luka said cautiously, "I'm worried that they will bring plague, we have neither doctors nor have enough medicines to deal with the situation."
Lucius thought for a moment, then nodded.
"I know, I'll figure it out."
To be honest, in fact, Lucius didn't have a good solution.
Hygiene is not a problem for the players at all, at least not the core problem.
Even if you are not a player of the constitution system, as long as the level reaches LV7 or above, you can basically have a constitution of 6~7 points, and this is already 120%~140% of the working efficiency of the immune system of a normal adult.
As for Lucius himself, his physique has reached 14, and the working efficiency of the immune system is nearly three times that of normal people. are immune to some extent.
Seeing that the Manager understands, Old Luka paused and continued.
"In addition, it is food..."
"Just say it."
"We provide relief to them according to the lowest standards. More than 180 people consume nearly 50 kilograms of food every day, and the monthly expenditure is 1,500 kilograms. And this is still in an ideal situation. Although you have exchanged some food from Poinner, but this cold winter may last until the end of February next year, or even the beginning of March... Our own food is already very tight."
There are now 500 players in the outpost, and the daily food consumption has reached an astonishing half a ton. Sometimes Old Luka really felt that those people were nothing but idiots, and they had no spirit of thrift at all, wishing they could eat twice or even three times his amount in a day.
At present, the total food reserves of the outpost base are just over 30 tons, of which the corn, rice, and potatoes bought from the Pioneer account for one-third, and the raw meat, dried meat, and fish catches obtained from hunting account for one-third.
The rest are spoils from the Bloody Hand clan, Old Leech, and part of Brown Farm's unsolicited tribute.
It is conservatively estimated that if the current trend of consumption continues, the food will probably be enough to last until the end of the year.
"Food is indeed a problem," Lucius thought for a moment, "I will find a way about this."
Just a month ago, the food in the outpost was not even enough to feed dozens of people for half a month.
If it is Big deal. Just ask the neighbors to borrow some more.
...
After the porridge for the hungry was distributed, the noise in the refugee camp gradually subsided.
Many people had traveled all the way and could no longer bear the fatigue. Now their stomachs were filled with warm food, and they curled up in sleeping bags under the huts and fell asleep.
Although they were asleep, Wrench didn't dare to relax his vigilance. He arranged for people to stand guard on the fence and keep an eye on the situation in the refugee camp.
Lucius was not too worried.
He didn't even pay attention to the Bloody Hand clan, let alone some refugees?
In the room near the east gate of Starwood Farm, he received the man named "Lex".
This man should be the representative, or the leader, elected by this group of refugees.
"Thank you for your generosity!"
After entering the room, Lex knelt on the ground on one knee, nodded and said, "Without you, many of us might not be able to survive tonight."
"We don't like to kneel here, get up," Lucius continued, looking at the man standing up, "We can provide you with shelter, but you must have the self-consciousness of being dependent on others, and abide by our rules and customs. At the same time, you have to To be clear, this is not gratuitous."
Lex nodded.
This is a reasonable request. No one welcomes unruly guests.
Moreover, before becoming refugees, they also owned homes, and they are conscious of the unwelcome status of "Homeless people".
"What do you need?"
Lucius: "It's very simple, work for us, we will pay you, and you can use the reward to exchange for food, fuel, or other things."
Before the B3 layer is unlocked, the number of players is temporarily stuck in a bottleneck. In the absence of players' supplements, he needs more aborigines to replace the growing players, to engage in those low-end, low-value-added recurring income.
Although he always teases players for working harder than animals, it is impossible to treat them like animals all the time.
Occasionally moving bricks is to experience life, and moving bricks every day is work.
Hearing what the lord said, Lex's expression relaxed a little, and even revealed a hint of joy.
Originally, in his expectation, it would be good to have something to eat. In other survivor settlements, the status of a refugee is no more noble than a slave. As for the reward, he never thought about it.
"Thank you for giving us the chance to live."
"The only thing we can give you is a chance, and it's up to you whether you can seize it." After a pause, Lucius looked at him and continued, "I heard from my subordinates that you had a settlement of survivors before. In other words, you are not nomads?"
Lex quickly nodded and said.
"Yes, my lord."
Lucius: "Tell me what you know."
Lex immediately said: "We can do a lot, including hunting, farming, weaving hemp rope, we also have woodworking and blacksmithing... as long as you need it, we can do it for you."
Seeing Lex rushing to sell, Lucius nodded slightly satisfied.
Hunters, carpenters, and other handicraftsmen are just what he needs. As for blacksmiths, they can be arranged to work in steel factories with a little training.
Although these labor forces are not as high-quality as his players, they are always better than nomads. It's just that relatively speaking, the physical fitness of these survivors may be slightly weaker, and they did not bring the livestock that Lucius wanted.
"In the past two days, you should settle yourselves down first."
"After two days, I will arrange things for you to do."
...
Official Website:
[ Announcement: A group of vagrants ( Prosperity +50) came to Starwood Farm. ]
[ Starwood Farm adds "Immigrant Tide" buff: The demand for food and fur has increased, and the inflow of people has increased. ]
[ Old Luka's worries: We don't have much food, so we can't always support them. It would be great if we could find something for them to do. ( Hint: There are many excellent hunters and craftsmen among the refugees. After reaching the "Friendly" reputation level, you can run industries locally and hire them to work.) ]
[ Today's Recommended Recipe: salt and pepper corn, mapo tofu ( Not spicy or spicy is also possible) ]
[ Shuri Hut: The Shuri Hut is now has a lot of silk fabrics are waiting for you. ]
Tail: "!! New plot! What did you do when Tail wasn't around?!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ"
Quit Smoking: "Damn it! There's a new NPC!? Planner dad is awesome!"
Mole In The Hole: "It really made me guess right, the prosperity is really linked to the NPC population! It's just that this value doesn't seem to be calculated based on the population through a fixed formula, but driven by events?"
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "It is suspected that the operator recruited a P company to plan and wait for the law of the ancestors to be immutable and the comet to descend on our heads. (≧▽≦)"
Irena: "Speaking of which, how's your split claw hunt going? Is it done? (^‿^)"
Sisi: "Hey, don't mention it, Tail sent me away first, and came down by herself after a while."
Tail: "Wait, you can't blame Tail! That bazooka has a problem, it can't hit at all! It will spit fire backwards! (?д?;)"
Crazy Bookworm: "How could the recoilless gun not spray..."
Tail: "But Mosquito are so good at selling that they don't breathe fire!"
Crazy Bookworm: "That's because his thing is not a recoilless gun at all. How can it have any deep penetration? It's just a heartless gun carried on the shoulder."
Mosquito: "!!! This can get me too!"
Yaya: "Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Noobs! (*≧▽≦)ツ"
Because of the heroic sacrifice of Tail and Sisi, I remind everyone that this tube is not just for fun like a Mosquito's firecracker. When launching, don't point your butt at people.
In short, VM and equipment are picked up. OB is only three days, not a big deal.
The arrival of refugees has caused a lot of topics in the official website forum, but it has not become the focus of discussion among players like before.
After all, this is not the first time refugees have come here, and what happened today is too much to discuss.
Red Face Boxer, who got the seeds from the manager, shared the skills of growing corn with others in the forum.
The Shelter No. 117 mission that Brother Mole and Mosquito teamed up to attack has also attracted the attention of many players. This mission is suspected to be related to the main line of the game.
Unfortunately, nothing happened today. The situation below the subway entrance is very complicated.
Just like Boss Sumeria said, there are at least hundreds of eaters inside, not to mention crawlers.
A handful of Black Swans with limited ammunition is simply not enough.
They need more automatic weapons and throwing objects such as Molotov cocktails and soil grenades. After two days, the automatic rifles with a unit price of 200 silver coins will be officially put on the shelves, and the situation may be better.
Compared with the bad news that the raid on shelter No. 117 was blocked, the good news is that the second floor of the greenhouse ruins has been successfully captured by the cowboy team.
They successfully controlled the gate between the second and third floors underground, and now the space on the second floor underground of the greenhouse ruins has also been liberated.
Incredibly, even after two centuries, the facilities there are still running slowly in energy-saving mode.
Many of the light strips on the petri dishes have been broken, but some are still on. The indoor temperature is around 25 degrees, and the spirit leaves in the petri dish are growing well.
Tomorrow wrote a guide, which can be regarded as a summary of the fighting skills of the insect-type heterogeneous nest.
However, the players on the forum are obviously more concerned about how much money the cowboy teams have made from the second underground floor of the greenhouse ruins than the strategies that are not available for the time being.
Tomorrow didn't say anything.
But Lucius, who was watching the screen, knew it. After all, he personally sent the money to them.
Based on the calculation of dungeon difficulty and income, they got a total of 1,200 silver coins, which were divided equally between 4 people and 300 silver coins for one person.
As for the cost, Lucius didn't calculate it for them, but it is estimated that they consumed some ammunition.
If you use cold weapons to grind slowly, even if a piece of heavy armor can resist it, it will probably take a long time to grind. Moreover, a large amount of manpower has to be hired, relying on crowd tactics to pile up.
It's better to spend some ammunition if the benefits are shared.
After returning from Starwood Farm, Lucius finished updating the announcement, sat in front of the computer in the resident hall, and browsed around the official website.
Many players have already started discussing what jobs should be arranged for those refugees.
Some talk about running a textile factory, and some talk about running a cement factory. Anyway, there are all kinds of people. Of course, starting from version 0.8, there is a requirement for the prestige of the region to set up a factory, and it needs to be above friendly (1000).
Complete the task of helping the development of the region to increase the prestige of the region, or directly donate the materials needed by the local area, which can also be quickly improved.
Players complained one after another, this setting is simply copied from other games.
May the dog planner have a long life!
In addition, what caught Lucius's attention was that Night Commander found an abandoned military camp in the northern town with a player from the perception department.
The barracks was small, like a base of operations, on the playground of a community school.
In the early years of the Wasteland Era, it seemed that a group of refugees had been housed there, but they may have been evacuated after a short time, so they did not develop into a survivor stronghold like Beit Street.
Night Commander walked around there, but didn't find anything useful.
The entire school was searched clean, and even half of the bookshelves in the library were torn down. Presumably, they were used as firewood by the local survivors in the early days of the Wasteland Era.
"...It's strange that the small town seems to be a dead city, and the school is the same. There are no traces of survivors' activities, and there are no looters, only those gnawing people who fill the house and the smelly smell The basement of the building...we don't have enough equipment and dare not go deep into the building to explore."
"I plan to set off tomorrow to look for it, maybe I can find something."
Lucius was also curious about what they could find there.
Although it is estimated that the place has been looted countless times in the past two centuries, according to his experience, there is always something left that has not been taken away.
While Lucius was sitting in the shelter and surfing the Internet, 15 kilometers north of Starwood Farm, several men with rifles on their backs and thick coats were carefully searching for something nearby.
"That group shouldn't have gone too far." The bearded man muttered, tugging at the dog leash in his hand.
The hound he led hissed and growled, sniffing the ground carefully.
Suddenly, the hound suddenly raised its head and barked towards the south.
The man bent down, patted its head, and then stretched out his index finger to wipe the ground.
Below the snow are traces of footprints.
He stood up again, and squinted his eyes looking at the south.
"It runs pretty fast."
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