In the end, Ms. Shuri, who is kind and rich still paid for the machine.
Even if it wasn't an order she placed at all.
Brother Mosquito and Yamasaa probably also felt very embarrassed, and they all said that the steam engine only charged half of the fee, and refunded half of the money to Shuri.
In addition, the two also asked Shuri to allow a few more days for the order, and promised that she would not be disappointed this time, and the rest of the final payment could be made after the loom was made.
Helped move the machine into the Shuri's hut.
Looking at the steam engine that took up half of the space in the room, Mosquito scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and said awkwardly.
"Uh, the main reason is that I don't know much about weaving... But don't worry! I'll ask a few acquaintances who know how to do it, and I'm sure I can make it!"
Looking at the big guys in the workshop, Shuri sighed faintly.
"Hope so."
In any case, having a steam engine is always a good thing.
During this period of time, Shuri himself has not been idle, and has been studying how to make the cocoon of the devil moth into raw silk.
Referring to the modern silk production process, she discovered that the cocoon of the devil moth was continuously cooked in 90-degree hot water. After the pupa inside was cooked, it was placed in room temperature water for a while, and the cocoon silk would naturally fall off in circles. down.
At this time, you only need to use two chopsticks to reach in and stir to sieve out the "Threads" of the devil's silk, and then you can draw the silk by hand.
Fortunately, the cocoons of devil moths are large, and each cocoon is woven from a single silk.
Moreover, these silk threads are tough enough to be easily cut with scissors, and the difficulty of reeling silk is much easier than the small cocoons in reality.
Referring to the PPT downloaded from the Internet, Shuri assembled a set of hand-operated silk reeling machines by himself through a set of parts ordered in the woodworking hut, and the efficiency is not bad.
A lot of raw silk has been stored in the inventory, and the next step is to find a way to weave these raw silks into cloth.
Of course, it would be even better if steam power could be applied to it.
...
At the same time, outside the trenches at the west gate of the outpost.
A group of survivors transferred here from the brick factory stood in crooked formation. Although many of them are skinny and look bad, they are still much better than half a month ago.
They were wearing fur coats that had just been put on, and each of them had a wooden stick more than one meter long. They looked blankly at the manager who was standing in front of the queue and gave a lecture.
"I have a new job here for you. Of course, you have the right to give it up. Now put down the wooden stick in your hand, and you can still go back to work in the brick factory."
Lucius waited for a while.
Nobody moved.
Nodding in satisfaction, Lucius continued.
"Very well, since you all voluntarily chose to stay, then I hope you will use your actions to prove your loyalty."
Clearing his throat, he raised the volume.
"Starting today, you will be incorporated into the guards of the outpost, responsible for maintaining the order of the outpost!"
"The number on the nameplate on your chest is your number, and it will accompany you until you are discharged from the army. Your work includes but is not limited to patrolling, standing guard, maintaining order, maintaining the dignity of the law, as well as daily drills and studies."
"As a reward, shelter 404 will pay you a salary of 80 silver coins per month, and will also provide you with food and accommodation."
The monthly salary of 80 silver coins is still very good.
When they were in the brick factory, there was only 1 silver coin a day at first, but later the managers raised their salary and changed it to 2 silver coins a day.
Hearing that the wages had been raised again, the survivors who were still at a loss showed joyful expressions on their faces.
Lucius didn't care about their eyes open to money. After all, expecting a group of wastelanders living like hyenas to have lofty ideals and beliefs is more unrealistic than expecting mutants to sit down and negotiate with themselves.
But it doesn't matter. He will use harsh training to teach them what is obedience and what is discipline.
"If you understand and say it."
"Understood!"
"Speak up, haven't you eaten yet?"
"Understood!!!"
Facing the majesty of the manager, no one dared to be negligent, and they showed all their strength and shouted out loudly.
It's still a little off, but it's okay this time.
Lucius nodded, and then ordered.
"Now, everyone, turn left, run around the outpost, and gather at my place after running! Why are you still standing there stupidly? Let's move! Let me see who is come last. He will run five more laps!"
After hearing the last sentence, a group of people finally came to their senses and ran forward, fearing that the slowest person would be themselves.
After a short while, someone had already run around and returned to Lucius.
Staring at the man who was out of breath, Lucius said.
"Report your name and number."
The man tried his best to control his breathing, and replied respectfully.
"Wrench, number 006, my lord!"
It took Lucius a while to realize that "Wrench" was the guy's name.
Good guy, this name is really casual enough.
Was it because there happened to be a wrench next to the bed where he was delivered?
I really can't think of a good surname for this name. Lucius, who is not very good at naming, doesn't bother to give him a surname.
"Number 006, starting today, you are the captain of the guard. Your only job is to be responsible for training the rookies behind you and training with them."
As he spoke, Lucius threw a piece of VM into his hand.
Looking flattered, Wrench let go of the stick in his hand and hurriedly caught VM.
Lucius stared at him and continued.
"The training plan will be sent to your VM afterward, and the drones flying above your heads will record your training results. I allow you to use all means, and the only requirement is to let them survive the daily training tasks."
"If you can't finish it, it can only prove your incompetence. I won't find trouble with anyone else, but you alone."
"Understand!"
Looking at the manager, Wrench nodded nervously.
"Understood, my lord!"
"Cough."
"Yes, sir!!"
Very good.
Fairly clever. Glancing at the stick lying on the ground, Lucius looked at him and continued.
"Pick up the stick on the ground. Before you get the gun, it is your weapon. I hope you take it as your own life."
"Train well, I will watch you from above."
Seeing Wrench who hurriedly bent over to pick up the stick, Lucius dropped this sentence, then turned and walked away in the direction of the shelter.
Not long after he left, Wrench received the training plan, and immediately greeted everyone to start training.
The manager said that the drone is floating in the sky, and he can see clearly what they are doing. In order not to be punished, this Wrench has also tried his best, not daring to relax a little bit.
To be honest, Lucius didn't know much about training.
After all, in his life trajectory in his previous life, he also experienced military training in high school and military training in college entrance.
No matter which time it was, the training intensity was far worse than serious military training.
However, it doesn't matter a lot of information can be found by searching on the Internet, and it can be used only after re-editing according to the needs and conditions of the wasteland.
Such as running exercises, standing in a military posture, crawling forward, basic fighting, and bayonet training and so on.
Practice these basic skills, improve your physical fitness, practice discipline, and raise your energy and spirit a little bit, and it's almost the same.
Lucius doesn't need them to have strong combat effectiveness, but they need to be loyal, loyal, and more loyal!
As for fighting, that is the job of the players.
After all, no matter how much these survivors train, it is unrealistic to think about defeating a group of clones that can stably "Awaken" and are not afraid of death.
...
Noon.
The quality square in front of the nursing home.
A group of players gathered here for lunch with bowls, excitedly chirping and discussing.
"Did you find out? There seems to be another batch of NPCs in our outpost?"
"I saw it too! It's at the west gate, right? When I went to see it, they were in contact with each other to fight bayonets! If you don't understand, ask, can you take them with you in future fights?"
"What do you mean there is an extra group? Those people at the west gate are the captives we rescued from the Bloody Hand clan's dungeon before. Didn't they say before that in order to repay our life-saving grace, they would help us in the brick factory?"
"Damn it? It's them? Well, I'm relatively face-blind, plus my eyesight is poor, and those people don't wash their faces often, so it's not surprising that I didn't see it!"
"It seems that those people have completely joined us! There are more and more NPCs in our outpost!"
"The captain of the guard seems to be carrying a VM! Can he trigger the mission? Have any of you tried it?"
"I've tried it! Just pester him twice to trigger the task of training with them. But I have to say, the task is quite boring, and it's only 5 copper coins to practice with him for an hour! I might as well go to the woodworking hut, rent an ax and chop down trees!"
"You said that if you train with them all day, will you unlock the task of joining the guard?"
"You are stupid... The mission of the guard can always be taken from Manager, it is the mission of the newcomers."
"Damn!"
At first, when they first noticed this group of NPCs who suddenly appeared at the west gate, holding sticks in their hands and practicing in style, many players were full of curiosity about them.
However, this curiosity only lasted all morning.
As the players discovered that these NPCs could neither trigger missions nor take care of themselves, they gradually lost interest in them and turned to their own businesses.
Perhaps, this part of the content planning has not been done yet. After all, it is in the beta test stage, so it is understandable that the content is a little less!
...
After lunch time, the players dispersed from the outpost.
The Cowboy Team, which lost its military division, temporarily disbanded the team.
Bunny and Gale went to the brick factory, thinking about how to further increase the output of the brick kiln. And Walker went to the lake, and followed the fishermen to study the skills of throwing rods and feeding fish for a while.
As for Brother Mole, he tearfully took out 200 silver from the raised funds, and bought the priority exploration right on the second floor of the greenhouse ruins from The Cowboy Team. Then teammates started a new round of writing aggressively.
Whether he can roll this snowball all the way down depends on whether he can beat the second level checkpoint within 7 days!
In theory, it's not that hard.
After several previous battles, Brother Mole has already mastered a wealth of experience in "Combat against moths", and he is quite handy in dealing with these bedbugs.
However, having said that, the situation they are facing now is not very optimistic.
The main reason for this is that the location of the greenhouse ruins is really embarrassing. It is just at the entrance of 76th Street. Just around the corner is Brother Edge and his teammates who are often injured, as well as mutants who are ready to shoot cold arrows at any time.
This also means that Mole and his team members have to be careful to guard against the harassment of mutants while they are raiding the dungeon.
After all, no one can guarantee that those mutants will not take the initiative to find them here.
Mole had also heard before that Master Manager seemed to be planning to use the first floor of the greenhouse ruins, but since the threat of mutants has not been eliminated, this plan can only be temporarily shelved.
But fortunately, Brother Edge didn't give up. This guy seemed to be completely on the fence with the mutants, and attracted the hatred of mutants to a certain extent.
After resting all morning, this guy unbelievingly gathered a group of teammates who were less convinced than him, and launched today's second round of raids on the mutants.
This time he learned his lesson, instead of taking the main road, he detoured from the south gate of Wetland Park, walked along the street next to No. 76 Street, crossed the ruined terrain, and interspersed to the side of No. 76 Street.
The raid appears to have been successful.
The mutants who spread their defenses did not expect at all that a troop penetrated their flanks.
Caught off guard, a lone mutant archer was randomly shot to death by the surrounding players and had his head cut off.
Distant gunshots and explosions sounded again, and lasted for a while.
The clouds of war hung over 76th Street.
Compared with those players who didn't take the danger seriously at all, the nomad tribe at the east gate was panicked at the moment.
Most of their tribe are old, young, women and children, and some babies are not weaned yet. The remaining young and middle-aged combat power is very difficult to deal with ordinary predators, and it is impossible to resist the attacks of mutants.
However, unlike the frightened clansmen, Wade, the clan leader, was not very worried. Especially after getting the promise of "Not to attack without authorization" from the suzerain, he felt even more relaxed.
The manager is very kind.
Knowing that there are few males in their tribe, he have no intention of using them as cannon fodder.
As for safety, Wade was even less worried.
That man is very strong, and his subordinates are also very strong. There are only a few mutants, and it is impossible for them to be their opponents!
This can actually be seen from the attitudes of those mutants.
Those mutants didn't dare to take the initiative to attack at all, they only dared to retreat and set up defenses and ambushes on 76th Street. In Wade's view, this was not because those bloodthirsty beasts didn't want to fight back, but because they didn't have the strength to fight back at all!
They dare not enter the forest at all! However, out of prudence, Wade still warned his clansmen not to go hunting in the east for the time being, but to go north or south as much as possible.
According to his exploration these days, the vicinity of the Fifth Ring Road is a good hunting ground.
There are many ruins of high-rise buildings, hiding some small animals such as squirrels and rabbits, and many mutated hyenas also hid in them after winter.
As long as you are patient, set up traps and bait, you can still get something occasionally.
As for the north, which is the direction they came from, there are not many prey there. Especially along the section of the road going out of the city viaduct, there is a long stretch of no-man's land.
In this wasteland, wherever there is a source of food or other good things, there is no one without people.
The third floor of the nursing home.
Sitting on a chair, Lucius stared at the VM screen, and watched the [ Edge Paddle ] group through the drone, who was fighting and retreating, and retreated southward along the route he planned.
About 20 minutes ago, Lucius had arranged for 20 heavily armed players to stand by near the evacuation point by assigning tasks.
If the mutants chase them out, what awaits them is a violent head-on blow!
In other words, is this considered micromanagement? It should not count.
At this time, Popo, who was squatting by the window, suddenly turned to the camera, looked at Lucius who was sitting on the chair, and said.
"Master, Popo feels that the sky is about to change."
"Changing sky?" Lucius looked up at the white snow outside the window, and then looked at Popo with a strange expression, "How can this ghostly weather change?"
Can it drop another ten degrees?
Popo shook the camera and whispered.
"Popo doesn't know either, I just feel that the clouds are moving a bit fast."
Lucius frowned slightly.
Just as the conflict between shelter 404 and the mutants was heating up, a group of uninvited guests appeared near the viaduct bridge in the north of Wetland Park...
In the end, Ms. Shuri, who is kind and rich still paid for the machine.
Even if it wasn't an order she placed at all.
Brother Mosquito and Yamasaa probably also felt very embarrassed, and they all said that the steam engine only charged half of the fee, and refunded half of the money to Shuri.
In addition, the two also asked Shuri to allow a few more days for the order, and promised that she would not be disappointed this time, and the rest of the final payment could be made after the loom was made.
Helped move the machine into the Shuri's hut.
Looking at the steam engine that took up half of the space in the room, Mosquito scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and said awkwardly.
"Uh, the main reason is that I don't know much about weaving... But don't worry! I'll ask a few acquaintances who know how to do it, and I'm sure I can make it!"
Looking at the big guys in the workshop, Shuri sighed faintly.
"Hope so."
In any case, having a steam engine is always a good thing.
During this period of time, Shuri himself has not been idle, and has been studying how to make the cocoon of the devil moth into raw silk.
Referring to the modern silk production process, she discovered that the cocoon of the devil moth was continuously cooked in 90-degree hot water. After the pupa inside was cooked, it was placed in room temperature water for a while, and the cocoon silk would naturally fall off in circles. down.
At this time, you only need to use two chopsticks to reach in and stir to sieve out the "Threads" of the devil's silk, and then you can draw the silk by hand.
Fortunately, the cocoons of devil moths are large, and each cocoon is woven from a single silk.
Moreover, these silk threads are tough enough to be easily cut with scissors, and the difficulty of reeling silk is much easier than the small cocoons in reality.
Referring to the PPT downloaded from the Internet, Shuri assembled a set of hand-operated silk reeling machines by himself through a set of parts ordered in the woodworking hut, and the efficiency is not bad.
A lot of raw silk has been stored in the inventory, and the next step is to find a way to weave these raw silks into cloth.
Of course, it would be even better if steam power could be applied to it.
...
At the same time, outside the trenches at the west gate of the outpost.
A group of survivors transferred here from the brick factory stood in crooked formation. Although many of them are skinny and look bad, they are still much better than half a month ago.
They were wearing fur coats that had just been put on, and each of them had a wooden stick more than one meter long. They looked blankly at the manager who was standing in front of the queue and gave a lecture.
"I have a new job here for you. Of course, you have the right to give it up. Now put down the wooden stick in your hand, and you can still go back to work in the brick factory."
Lucius waited for a while.
Nobody moved.
Nodding in satisfaction, Lucius continued.
"Very well, since you all voluntarily chose to stay, then I hope you will use your actions to prove your loyalty."
Clearing his throat, he raised the volume.
"Starting today, you will be incorporated into the guards of the outpost, responsible for maintaining the order of the outpost!"
"The number on the nameplate on your chest is your number, and it will accompany you until you are discharged from the army. Your work includes but is not limited to patrolling, standing guard, maintaining order, maintaining the dignity of the law, as well as daily drills and studies."
"As a reward, shelter 404 will pay you a salary of 80 silver coins per month, and will also provide you with food and accommodation."
The monthly salary of 80 silver coins is still very good.
When they were in the brick factory, there was only 1 silver coin a day at first, but later the managers raised their salary and changed it to 2 silver coins a day.
Hearing that the wages had been raised again, the survivors who were still at a loss showed joyful expressions on their faces.
Lucius didn't care about their eyes open to money. After all, expecting a group of wastelanders living like hyenas to have lofty ideals and beliefs is more unrealistic than expecting mutants to sit down and negotiate with themselves.
But it doesn't matter. He will use harsh training to teach them what is obedience and what is discipline.
"If you understand and say it."
"Understood!"
"Speak up, haven't you eaten yet?"
"Understood!!!"
Facing the majesty of the manager, no one dared to be negligent, and they showed all their strength and shouted out loudly.
It's still a little off, but it's okay this time.
Lucius nodded, and then ordered.
"Now, everyone, turn left, run around the outpost, and gather at my place after running! Why are you still standing there stupidly? Let's move! Let me see who is come last. He will run five more laps!"
After hearing the last sentence, a group of people finally came to their senses and ran forward, fearing that the slowest person would be themselves.
After a short while, someone had already run around and returned to Lucius.
Staring at the man who was out of breath, Lucius said.
"Report your name and number."
The man tried his best to control his breathing, and replied respectfully.
"Wrench, number 006, my lord!"
It took Lucius a while to realize that "Wrench" was the guy's name.
Good guy, this name is really casual enough.
Was it because there happened to be a wrench next to the bed where he was delivered?
I really can't think of a good surname for this name. Lucius, who is not very good at naming, doesn't bother to give him a surname.
"Number 006, starting today, you are the captain of the guard. Your only job is to be responsible for training the rookies behind you and training with them."
As he spoke, Lucius threw a piece of VM into his hand.
Looking flattered, Wrench let go of the stick in his hand and hurriedly caught VM.
Lucius stared at him and continued.
"The training plan will be sent to your VM afterward, and the drones flying above your heads will record your training results. I allow you to use all means, and the only requirement is to let them survive the daily training tasks."
"If you can't finish it, it can only prove your incompetence. I won't find trouble with anyone else, but you alone."
"Understand!"
Looking at the manager, Wrench nodded nervously.
"Understood, my lord!"
"Cough."
"Yes, sir!!"
Very good.
Fairly clever. Glancing at the stick lying on the ground, Lucius looked at him and continued.
"Pick up the stick on the ground. Before you get the gun, it is your weapon. I hope you take it as your own life."
"Train well, I will watch you from above."
Seeing Wrench who hurriedly bent over to pick up the stick, Lucius dropped this sentence, then turned and walked away in the direction of the shelter.
Not long after he left, Wrench received the training plan, and immediately greeted everyone to start training.
The manager said that the drone is floating in the sky, and he can see clearly what they are doing. In order not to be punished, this Wrench has also tried his best, not daring to relax a little bit.
To be honest, Lucius didn't know much about training.
After all, in his life trajectory in his previous life, he also experienced military training in high school and military training in college entrance.
No matter which time it was, the training intensity was far worse than serious military training.
However, it doesn't matter a lot of information can be found by searching on the Internet, and it can be used only after re-editing according to the needs and conditions of the wasteland.
Such as running exercises, standing in a military posture, crawling forward, basic fighting, and bayonet training and so on.
Practice these basic skills, improve your physical fitness, practice discipline, and raise your energy and spirit a little bit, and it's almost the same.
Lucius doesn't need them to have strong combat effectiveness, but they need to be loyal, loyal, and more loyal!
As for fighting, that is the job of the players.
After all, no matter how much these survivors train, it is unrealistic to think about defeating a group of clones that can stably "Awaken" and are not afraid of death.
...
Noon.
The quality square in front of the nursing home.
A group of players gathered here for lunch with bowls, excitedly chirping and discussing.
"Did you find out? There seems to be another batch of NPCs in our outpost?"
"I saw it too! It's at the west gate, right? When I went to see it, they were in contact with each other to fight bayonets! If you don't understand, ask, can you take them with you in future fights?"
"What do you mean there is an extra group? Those people at the west gate are the captives we rescued from the Bloody Hand clan's dungeon before. Didn't they say before that in order to repay our life-saving grace, they would help us in the brick factory?"
"Damn it? It's them? Well, I'm relatively face-blind, plus my eyesight is poor, and those people don't wash their faces often, so it's not surprising that I didn't see it!"
"It seems that those people have completely joined us! There are more and more NPCs in our outpost!"
"The captain of the guard seems to be carrying a VM! Can he trigger the mission? Have any of you tried it?"
"I've tried it! Just pester him twice to trigger the task of training with them. But I have to say, the task is quite boring, and it's only 5 copper coins to practice with him for an hour! I might as well go to the woodworking hut, rent an ax and chop down trees!"
"You said that if you train with them all day, will you unlock the task of joining the guard?"
"You are stupid... The mission of the guard can always be taken from Manager, it is the mission of the newcomers."
"Damn!"
At first, when they first noticed this group of NPCs who suddenly appeared at the west gate, holding sticks in their hands and practicing in style, many players were full of curiosity about them.
However, this curiosity only lasted all morning.
As the players discovered that these NPCs could neither trigger missions nor take care of themselves, they gradually lost interest in them and turned to their own businesses.
Perhaps, this part of the content planning has not been done yet. After all, it is in the beta test stage, so it is understandable that the content is a little less!
...
After lunch time, the players dispersed from the outpost.
The Cowboy Team, which lost its military division, temporarily disbanded the team.
Bunny and Gale went to the brick factory, thinking about how to further increase the output of the brick kiln. And Walker went to the lake, and followed the fishermen to study the skills of throwing rods and feeding fish for a while.
As for Brother Mole, he tearfully took out 200 silver from the raised funds, and bought the priority exploration right on the second floor of the greenhouse ruins from The Cowboy Team. Then teammates started a new round of writing aggressively.
Whether he can roll this snowball all the way down depends on whether he can beat the second level checkpoint within 7 days!
In theory, it's not that hard.
After several previous battles, Brother Mole has already mastered a wealth of experience in "Combat against moths", and he is quite handy in dealing with these bedbugs.
However, having said that, the situation they are facing now is not very optimistic.
The main reason for this is that the location of the greenhouse ruins is really embarrassing. It is just at the entrance of 76th Street. Just around the corner is Brother Edge and his teammates who are often injured, as well as mutants who are ready to shoot cold arrows at any time.
This also means that Mole and his team members have to be careful to guard against the harassment of mutants while they are raiding the dungeon.
After all, no one can guarantee that those mutants will not take the initiative to find them here.
Mole had also heard before that Master Manager seemed to be planning to use the first floor of the greenhouse ruins, but since the threat of mutants has not been eliminated, this plan can only be temporarily shelved.
But fortunately, Brother Edge didn't give up. This guy seemed to be completely on the fence with the mutants, and attracted the hatred of mutants to a certain extent.
After resting all morning, this guy unbelievingly gathered a group of teammates who were less convinced than him, and launched today's second round of raids on the mutants.
This time he learned his lesson, instead of taking the main road, he detoured from the south gate of Wetland Park, walked along the street next to No. 76 Street, crossed the ruined terrain, and interspersed to the side of No. 76 Street.
The raid appears to have been successful.
The mutants who spread their defenses did not expect at all that a troop penetrated their flanks.
Caught off guard, a lone mutant archer was randomly shot to death by the surrounding players and had his head cut off.
Distant gunshots and explosions sounded again, and lasted for a while.
The clouds of war hung over 76th Street.
Compared with those players who didn't take the danger seriously at all, the nomad tribe at the east gate was panicked at the moment.
Most of their tribe are old, young, women and children, and some babies are not weaned yet. The remaining young and middle-aged combat power is very difficult to deal with ordinary predators, and it is impossible to resist the attacks of mutants.
However, unlike the frightened clansmen, Wade, the clan leader, was not very worried. Especially after getting the promise of "Not to attack without authorization" from the suzerain, he felt even more relaxed.
The manager is very kind.
Knowing that there are few males in their tribe, he have no intention of using them as cannon fodder.
As for safety, Wade was even less worried.
That man is very strong, and his subordinates are also very strong. There are only a few mutants, and it is impossible for them to be their opponents!
This can actually be seen from the attitudes of those mutants.
Those mutants didn't dare to take the initiative to attack at all, they only dared to retreat and set up defenses and ambushes on 76th Street. In Wade's view, this was not because those bloodthirsty beasts didn't want to fight back, but because they didn't have the strength to fight back at all!
They dare not enter the forest at all! However, out of prudence, Wade still warned his clansmen not to go hunting in the east for the time being, but to go north or south as much as possible.
According to his exploration these days, the vicinity of the Fifth Ring Road is a good hunting ground.
There are many ruins of high-rise buildings, hiding some small animals such as squirrels and rabbits, and many mutated hyenas also hid in them after winter.
As long as you are patient, set up traps and bait, you can still get something occasionally.
As for the north, which is the direction they came from, there are not many prey there. Especially along the section of the road going out of the city viaduct, there is a long stretch of no-man's land.
In this wasteland, wherever there is a source of food or other good things, there is no one without people.
The third floor of the nursing home.
Sitting on a chair, Lucius stared at the VM screen, and watched the [ Edge Paddle ] group through the drone, who was fighting and retreating, and retreated southward along the route he planned.
About 20 minutes ago, Lucius had arranged for 20 heavily armed players to stand by near the evacuation point by assigning tasks.
If the mutants chase them out, what awaits them is a violent head-on blow!
In other words, is this considered micromanagement? It should not count.
At this time, Popo, who was squatting by the window, suddenly turned to the camera, looked at Lucius who was sitting on the chair, and said.
"Master, Popo feels that the sky is about to change."
"Changing sky?" Lucius looked up at the white snow outside the window, and then looked at Popo with a strange expression, "How can this ghostly weather change?"
Can it drop another ten degrees?
Popo shook the camera and whispered.
"Popo doesn't know either, I just feel that the clouds are moving a bit fast."
Lucius frowned slightly.
Just as the conflict between shelter 404 and the mutants was heating up, a group of uninvited guests appeared near the viaduct bridge in the north of Wetland Park...
