"Has the battle situation become so tense?"
Staring at the dark blue power armor on Lucius's body, Bolan, who couldn't keep his mouth shut, couldn't help muttering something.
Didn't understand what he meant, Tommy slightly tilted his head, and asked.
"Do you mean?"
"I put this on early in the morning," Nolan smacked his lips and said, glancing at the power armor, "I wouldn't be walking around the house wearing such a bulky thing."
Anyway, I wear it when I go out.
Dolu, who was walking beside him, couldn't help laughing.
"Hehe, do you have any more?"
Nolan glared at him and was about to say something when the Manager's voice came from ahead.
"Here we are."
This is the reception room of the outpost. They came here yesterday and watched a "Movie" at the invitation of Old Luka.
After asking everyone to sit down, Lucius walked up to them.
Because he was wearing power armor, he didn't sit down with everyone, but chose to stand and talk.
"Regarding the relocation, my subordinates should have conveyed our suggestions to you last night. I want to know what you think about it."
The room was quiet for a while.
After a moment of silence, Mr
Brown slowly raised his head and said.
"Is this a negotiation, or an ultimatum?"
Lucius looked at him and said.
"Of course, it's the former. Even if you have your own plans, as long as you don't join our enemies, we won't interfere in any way."
This sentence has another meaning.
That is, we will also not be responsible for your safety, let alone send reinforcements when you are attacked.
The survivors present exchanged glances, with slightly embarrassed expressions on their faces.
Seeing the concern on their faces, Lucius continued.
"I know what you are worried about. For example, whether you will be treated unfairly if you live under the fence, or whether we will keep our promise to ensure your safety."
"It is natural to have these worries. Out of serious consideration, my subordinates did not make a promise to you on my behalf. Here, as the Manager of Shelter 404, I make a promise to you. The survivors who came to Starwood Farm will be fairly protected by the shelter 404 law and live with dignity under our order."
When Lucius said these words, the survivors sitting in the reception room whispered to each other and whispered.
Some people have already moved their hearts, and some people are still wavering, but it is obvious that their attitude has wavered a little.
As Lucius said, as outsiders, they were worried about two things.
One is whether they can be treated fairly, and the other is whether their own safety can be guaranteed "As promised".
From the current point of view, first of all, don’t worry about the first point. These blue coats have even taken in nomads, so there is no reason to treat them differently.
As for the second point, let alone.
Although there is no more intuitive understanding of the strength of the residents of these shelters, they even have power armor, which is at least not weak at least.
Attaching to the strong is not a bad thing, as long as everything is worth it.
At least for the smaller, decentralized collections of survivors, having a lap is far better than being left alone as an orphan.
It's just that what's friendly to other survivors may not be so good to one Manager.
The ambiguous attitudes on the faces of other survivor representatives around made Mr. Brown feel a little nervous.
If everyone except yourself accepts the olive branch from shelter 404, does your own opinion matter?
He could almost foresee what would happen to him.
The ghost knows if these blue coats will take the opportunity to settle their previous payment of protection fees to the Bloody Hand clan, and raid his house before the Bonechewers set their sights on them.
No one can guarantee that such a thing will not happen.
"Will you keep your promise?" Looking at Lucius, Mr. Brown said nervously, "I've heard that you invaded Beit Street."
As soon as he said this sentence, Mr. Brown regretted it, but it was too late to take it back.
The survivors present were whispering.
Not paying attention to those voices, Lucius looked at Mr. Brown without hesitation, and the latter avoided his eyes in fear the moment he met his gaze.
"Invasion? You wouldn't say that if you'd been there."
"After our people arrived on Beit Street, the residents of Beit Street opened the gates to welcome us. We ended the rule of a vampire and returned the street to their people, allowing them to live in a new order Now they don’t have to endure the exploitation of the old mayor, and they don’t have to dig out their own flesh and blood to try to feed a group of jackals that can never get enough.”
"I'd rather call it liberation than invasion."
There was no sound in the reception room.
When they heard the second half of Lucius's words, many survivors blushed and showed ashamed expressions in unison.
Digging out their own flesh and blood, trying to feed a group of wolves who can never get enough, isn't that what they are talking about?
If it wasn't for paying protection fees to the Bloody Hand clan, they wouldn't have had to live in such a tight spot this winter.
"You and your inhabitants are a noble people, I never doubted that."
Tommy looked at Lucius and continued in a solemn tone.
"The Bone Chew vanguard has arrived at the border of Spring City. The crisis is imminent. The current situation does not allow us to diverge any longer. Our Redmoon community is willing to accept your resettlement, and we are very grateful for your willingness to take us in."
"Me too," Nolan, who was sitting next to him, also raised his hand, "One hundred residents of Highway Town have no objection to this!"
The other survivors also nodded, expressing their acceptance.
Mr. Brown originally wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't dare to speak again, holding back the words that were already on his lips.
Only Dolu couldn't help but whispered something.
"Can you tell me about the specific resettlement plan...I mean, in terms of property."
Lucius looked at him and said.
"Of course, that's what I'm going to say next. I'll convince you that accepting our placement is not a bad thing."
As he said that, Lucius took out a map and drew a circle in the northern part of Lonia Lake and Tuna District, enclosing a large area of land.
"It is ten kilometers from the northern part of Lonia Lake to the Tuna District, and the usable land area exceeds 20,000 acres. I have visited this area before. It is rich in fresh water resources and fertile soil. It is a good place for farming. Although there are Mutated jackals, mutated hyenas, and even split-claw crabs and other alien activities are not a big problem, and our patrol team will solve these troubles for you."
"I hope you can move to Starwood Farm, where the guards and walls can guarantee your safety to the greatest extent. In the coming year, I will give you some cultivated land. In addition, the forest farm in Tuna District will also open to you, there is a natural hunting ground, and it is also one of our main sources of meat."
"Your property is all your own. We will not do any disposition. There are only two things you need to pay attention to. One is to abide by our laws, and the other is to use our currency on our territory. If there is any problem If so, you can bring it up now."
Hearing this, Mr. Brown immediately asked.
"What about slaves? Slaves are also part of our property, but your laws don't seem to recognize slaves."
Guessing that someone would ask this question, Lucius resolutely brought out the rhetoric he had already thought up.
"Shelter 404 advocates equality. We advocate the employment system and prohibit anyone from enslaving others in any form. Of course, we will not ask you to give up the ownership of slaves for free. You can release them voluntarily or sell them to us. Here, a young man between the ages of 16 and 35 can exchange 1 acre of cultivated land, and the rest will be counted as a half acre of land.”
"They will be incorporated into the frontier team as semi-free people, and will undergo an ideological transformation during labor with our captives, and will reintegrate into our society as free people after a period of time."
It is unrealistic to expect these wastelanders to understand the benefits of the employment system and free the slaves voluntarily. They have neither the ideological awareness nor the reality foundation in the wasteland.
It is a good idea to exchange heads for fields.
This is the method Lucius summed up from practice when dealing with the refugee problem.
Although some refugees who held slaves resisted handing over the slaves in their hands, and even would rather kill them than release them, when they learned that the slaves could be exchanged for land, they immediately handed over the slaves tied to them with joy.
Only when they have land can they settle down, and once they have settled down, they can get rid of their status as refugees and no longer have to live a precarious life of wandering.
As for Lucius, he happened to have a large piece of land waiting for people to open up the wasteland. Allocating a little wasteland would not be a problem at all, but would reduce his workload.
After those refugees have land, they will immediately change from a time bomb that endangers order to a shield that maintains order.
Of course, when mentioning the land issue, Lucius did not take the initiative to discuss the "Tax" issue.
Now is the early stage of starting a business. He needs people to make the cake bigger. It is meaningless to collect such a poor silver coin. Anyway, the money in their hands is distributed by themselves. It is better to let them flow in the market and drive the economy. develop.
After the long-term farm has developed, the wasteland outside the farm has been fully developed, and the originally worthless land has become valuable. Tax collection is a natural thing.
After listening to Lucius's answer, Mr. Brown silently calculated an account in his heart.
The slaves themselves are not worth much, and they are even completely negative assets in winter. I don’t want them to freeze to death and starve to death, and they have to spend food and fuel to support themselves.
He has more than 20 slaves in his hands, and if they were all exchanged for land, they could exchange more than 20 acres.
This amount of arable land may be a little less than the land in his hands now, but the manager's attitude towards the land gave him a glimmer of hope.
The location of his farm is actually not very good, it is too close to the urban area, and the cost of land reclamation is too high. He has not expanded the planting area for many years.
If he could buy some more land from the manager, he might be able to own a bigger farm than the original one.
Of course, this is not without risk.
No one has really dealt with this group of blue coats, and no one can guarantee that they will abide by the rules and will not kill donkeys after taking over their own property.
Mr. Brown weighed in his mind.
At this time, Nolan from the Highway Town asked.
"Where are the weapons? Do I need to hand them in too?"
Lucius replied.
"Guns are banned in the settlements, and there are no restrictions outside the settlements. Private armed forces who stay in our jurisdiction for a long time need to be registered. Business and management projects must comply with our laws, and there are no restrictions on others."
None of the survivors present spoke.
Although these conditions sound harsh, at least they can survive.
Seeing that no one was talking, Lucius continued to speak.
"If there is no other doubt, then the above is all the dos and don'ts of relocation work."
"We will provide you with a resident handbook later, which contains all the matters that need to be paid attention to in our gathering place, and you can understand it as our law."
"In addition, I hope that the relocation work can start as soon as possible. According to the information sent by our investigation team from the front line, the reinforcements of the Bone Chew tribe have arrived in the northern suburbs of Spring City, and they are now about 16 kilometers northeast of us. It's hard to say will they do something irrational?"
Noticing that the complexions of the survivors changed slightly and they became restless, Lucius paused and continued.
"I'm not sure if any of you live near that, and if so, you'd better notify them to evacuate as soon as possible—"
Before the words were finished, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the reception room.
There was a knock on the door.
After getting permission, a guard walked into the room quickly, gave a military salute to Lucius, and reported solemnly.
"Master Manager, according to the news from Starwood Farm, we saw a lot of smoke in the northeast direction... It seems that something is burning!"
Hearing this sentence, Lucius was taken aback.
F*ck?
Has my crow's mouth been opened?! There was an ominous premonition in his heart, Lucius said immediately.
"Can you confirm the exact location?"
"Our captain Wrench has already sent someone to check the situation there, we can only speculate on the approximate location..."
Under Lucius's instruction, the guard stepped forward, stared at the map hanging on the wall for a while, and drew a circle on it with a charcoal pencil.
Looking at the circled location, Nolan, who was closest to the map, was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously blurted out.
"Winter Willow Camp?"
It was the first time Lucius heard of this word.
However, judging from the reactions of other survivors around, they were obviously no strangers to this place's name, and they all looked at the thin man sitting in the crowd.
Lucius also looked at him.
That person's sense of presence was very low. From the relocation work conference to the present, he hadn't said a word in the whole process.
The sudden bad news made his face lose all color, it was as white as the snow on the ground outside the door, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and his dilated pupils were full of fear.
"No!"
...
Northeast of the outpost, in the field.
Two cumbersome bicycles are moving forward on the snow with difficulty.
Some places where the snow is not very deep are okay, and it is barely possible to ride with a foot slide. When encountering the kind of snow that even buries the wheels, I can only push down.
"Bikes are useless in this damn weather, why don't you send us some sleds!" Walker couldn't help complaining as he stepped on the pedals with great effort.
Gale, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at the VM screen and asked casually.
"Can you ski?"
"No! But I can learn!"
Tomorrow, who was sitting behind Quit Smoking, was also brushing the VM, and interjected casually: "I know a little bit, but it's a bit difficult to slide on this terrain, unless you have two huskies running in front."
Walker glanced at him.
"F*ck, why do you know everything?"
Tomorrow thought for a while and said.
"Emmm...maybe it's because you're too stupid?"
The north wind howled. It blows people into a trance.
Couldn't help but yawn, Walker muttered something in a low voice.
"This game is too real... The characters in the game will still get sleepy."
Gale, who sat behind, nodded.
"Well, it's really outrageous. I already have fatigue debuff here, but the 5% debuff effect is not obvious... Wait, it seems to trigger a new mission."
Walker, who was sluggish just a second ago, suddenly became energetic when he heard that there was a new mission.
"What mission?!"
Tomorrow, who was also staring at the VM screen, also followed suit.
"I also received...a mission that requires us to go to the Winter Willow Camp one kilometer away to support the survivors there, prevent the predators from obtaining supplies from the local area, and buy time for the reinforcements to arrive."
Winter Willow Camp? What the hell is that place?
Tomorrow dragged the map with his index finger and found a green tent icon on the map.
The icon is located in a forest that no player has explored, so they have no idea what's going on there. But judging from the pre-war map, it should be a forest park or something, with a ranger's cabin and a tourist rest area.
In short, it's a place where birds don't shit.
Gale touched the bridge of his nose and said calmly: "... I would like to add that the number of enemy units is unknown. It is best to be prepared to encounter elite monsters or even trigger a boss battle. Fortunately, the battlefield is in the forest, which is half of our home field .”
Hum Chi Hum Chi, Quit Smoking brother who was pedaling his bicycle, couldn't get in the conversation at all, and yelled out of breath.
"Brother, give me a direction, do you want to turn around?"
Staring at the VM screen and thinking for a moment, Tomorrow said.
"No, just go in the current direction. I will tell you in advance where you need to turn right... Tsk, there is a time limit for this mission."
Surrounded by woods, the terrain is undulating, and it is difficult to find a suitable sniper point. The terrain on the west side is relatively high, but it will take some time to get there.
Tomorrow already had a rough plan in his mind.
Gale patted Walker on the shoulder and urged him.
"The task will fail after 30 minutes, hurry up, can't you learn how to Quit Smoking peddling the bike?"
Walker cursed.
"Hey! I'm a perception system, can it be compared with a strength system?!"
Looking at the white snow field in front of him, Tomorrow sighed silently in his heart.
"It would be great if I could fix the motorcycle."
Thinking about it carefully, the road conditions on the wasteland are difficult for a four-wheeled vehicle, and a two-wheeled motorcycle is simply a magic weapon! It can also be used as a sled in winter.
The only pity is that the difficulty of the engine is a little bit high.
I hope Brother Yamasaa and Brother Levin from 81 Steel Factory can help!
"There's so much smoke in front!" Quit Smoking suddenly yelled, "Do you want to turn the corner?"
"My eyes can see, please speak softly!"
Tomorrow couldn't help complaining, and took off the compound bow from his back.
While talking, there was a faint gunshot in the distance, and the distance was not very far, just in the forest ahead.
Tomorrow made a decisive decision and said.
"Parking."
"Gale and Walker go to the high slope on the west side, Quit Smoking follow me, turn off the insurance, and remember not to go off!"
"Contact the enemy within 700 meters, and we will walk the rest of the way!"
"Has the battle situation become so tense?"
Staring at the dark blue power armor on Lucius's body, Bolan, who couldn't keep his mouth shut, couldn't help muttering something.
Didn't understand what he meant, Tommy slightly tilted his head, and asked.
"Do you mean?"
"I put this on early in the morning," Nolan smacked his lips and said, glancing at the power armor, "I wouldn't be walking around the house wearing such a bulky thing."
Anyway, I wear it when I go out.
Dolu, who was walking beside him, couldn't help laughing.
"Hehe, do you have any more?"
Nolan glared at him and was about to say something when the Manager's voice came from ahead.
"Here we are."
This is the reception room of the outpost. They came here yesterday and watched a "Movie" at the invitation of Old Luka.
After asking everyone to sit down, Lucius walked up to them.
Because he was wearing power armor, he didn't sit down with everyone, but chose to stand and talk.
"Regarding the relocation, my subordinates should have conveyed our suggestions to you last night. I want to know what you think about it."
The room was quiet for a while.
After a moment of silence, Mr
Brown slowly raised his head and said.
"Is this a negotiation, or an ultimatum?"
Lucius looked at him and said.
"Of course, it's the former. Even if you have your own plans, as long as you don't join our enemies, we won't interfere in any way."
This sentence has another meaning.
That is, we will also not be responsible for your safety, let alone send reinforcements when you are attacked.
The survivors present exchanged glances, with slightly embarrassed expressions on their faces.
Seeing the concern on their faces, Lucius continued.
"I know what you are worried about. For example, whether you will be treated unfairly if you live under the fence, or whether we will keep our promise to ensure your safety."
"It is natural to have these worries. Out of serious consideration, my subordinates did not make a promise to you on my behalf. Here, as the Manager of Shelter 404, I make a promise to you. The survivors who came to Starwood Farm will be fairly protected by the shelter 404 law and live with dignity under our order."
When Lucius said these words, the survivors sitting in the reception room whispered to each other and whispered.
Some people have already moved their hearts, and some people are still wavering, but it is obvious that their attitude has wavered a little.
As Lucius said, as outsiders, they were worried about two things.
One is whether they can be treated fairly, and the other is whether their own safety can be guaranteed "As promised".
From the current point of view, first of all, don’t worry about the first point. These blue coats have even taken in nomads, so there is no reason to treat them differently.
As for the second point, let alone.
Although there is no more intuitive understanding of the strength of the residents of these shelters, they even have power armor, which is at least not weak at least.
Attaching to the strong is not a bad thing, as long as everything is worth it.
At least for the smaller, decentralized collections of survivors, having a lap is far better than being left alone as an orphan.
It's just that what's friendly to other survivors may not be so good to one Manager.
The ambiguous attitudes on the faces of other survivor representatives around made Mr. Brown feel a little nervous.
If everyone except yourself accepts the olive branch from shelter 404, does your own opinion matter?
He could almost foresee what would happen to him.
The ghost knows if these blue coats will take the opportunity to settle their previous payment of protection fees to the Bloody Hand clan, and raid his house before the Bonechewers set their sights on them.
No one can guarantee that such a thing will not happen.
"Will you keep your promise?" Looking at Lucius, Mr. Brown said nervously, "I've heard that you invaded Beit Street."
As soon as he said this sentence, Mr. Brown regretted it, but it was too late to take it back.
The survivors present were whispering.
Not paying attention to those voices, Lucius looked at Mr. Brown without hesitation, and the latter avoided his eyes in fear the moment he met his gaze.
"Invasion? You wouldn't say that if you'd been there."
"After our people arrived on Beit Street, the residents of Beit Street opened the gates to welcome us. We ended the rule of a vampire and returned the street to their people, allowing them to live in a new order Now they don’t have to endure the exploitation of the old mayor, and they don’t have to dig out their own flesh and blood to try to feed a group of jackals that can never get enough.”
"I'd rather call it liberation than invasion."
There was no sound in the reception room.
When they heard the second half of Lucius's words, many survivors blushed and showed ashamed expressions in unison.
Digging out their own flesh and blood, trying to feed a group of wolves who can never get enough, isn't that what they are talking about?
If it wasn't for paying protection fees to the Bloody Hand clan, they wouldn't have had to live in such a tight spot this winter.
"You and your inhabitants are a noble people, I never doubted that."
Tommy looked at Lucius and continued in a solemn tone.
"The Bone Chew vanguard has arrived at the border of Spring City. The crisis is imminent. The current situation does not allow us to diverge any longer. Our Redmoon community is willing to accept your resettlement, and we are very grateful for your willingness to take us in."
"Me too," Nolan, who was sitting next to him, also raised his hand, "One hundred residents of Highway Town have no objection to this!"
The other survivors also nodded, expressing their acceptance.
Mr. Brown originally wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't dare to speak again, holding back the words that were already on his lips.
Only Dolu couldn't help but whispered something.
"Can you tell me about the specific resettlement plan...I mean, in terms of property."
Lucius looked at him and said.
"Of course, that's what I'm going to say next. I'll convince you that accepting our placement is not a bad thing."
As he said that, Lucius took out a map and drew a circle in the northern part of Lonia Lake and Tuna District, enclosing a large area of land.
"It is ten kilometers from the northern part of Lonia Lake to the Tuna District, and the usable land area exceeds 20,000 acres. I have visited this area before. It is rich in fresh water resources and fertile soil. It is a good place for farming. Although there are Mutated jackals, mutated hyenas, and even split-claw crabs and other alien activities are not a big problem, and our patrol team will solve these troubles for you."
"I hope you can move to Starwood Farm, where the guards and walls can guarantee your safety to the greatest extent. In the coming year, I will give you some cultivated land. In addition, the forest farm in Tuna District will also open to you, there is a natural hunting ground, and it is also one of our main sources of meat."
"Your property is all your own. We will not do any disposition. There are only two things you need to pay attention to. One is to abide by our laws, and the other is to use our currency on our territory. If there is any problem If so, you can bring it up now."
Hearing this, Mr. Brown immediately asked.
"What about slaves? Slaves are also part of our property, but your laws don't seem to recognize slaves."
Guessing that someone would ask this question, Lucius resolutely brought out the rhetoric he had already thought up.
"Shelter 404 advocates equality. We advocate the employment system and prohibit anyone from enslaving others in any form. Of course, we will not ask you to give up the ownership of slaves for free. You can release them voluntarily or sell them to us. Here, a young man between the ages of 16 and 35 can exchange 1 acre of cultivated land, and the rest will be counted as a half acre of land.”
"They will be incorporated into the frontier team as semi-free people, and will undergo an ideological transformation during labor with our captives, and will reintegrate into our society as free people after a period of time."
It is unrealistic to expect these wastelanders to understand the benefits of the employment system and free the slaves voluntarily. They have neither the ideological awareness nor the reality foundation in the wasteland.
It is a good idea to exchange heads for fields.
This is the method Lucius summed up from practice when dealing with the refugee problem.
Although some refugees who held slaves resisted handing over the slaves in their hands, and even would rather kill them than release them, when they learned that the slaves could be exchanged for land, they immediately handed over the slaves tied to them with joy.
Only when they have land can they settle down, and once they have settled down, they can get rid of their status as refugees and no longer have to live a precarious life of wandering.
As for Lucius, he happened to have a large piece of land waiting for people to open up the wasteland. Allocating a little wasteland would not be a problem at all, but would reduce his workload.
After those refugees have land, they will immediately change from a time bomb that endangers order to a shield that maintains order.
Of course, when mentioning the land issue, Lucius did not take the initiative to discuss the "Tax" issue.
Now is the early stage of starting a business. He needs people to make the cake bigger. It is meaningless to collect such a poor silver coin. Anyway, the money in their hands is distributed by themselves. It is better to let them flow in the market and drive the economy. develop.
After the long-term farm has developed, the wasteland outside the farm has been fully developed, and the originally worthless land has become valuable. Tax collection is a natural thing.
After listening to Lucius's answer, Mr. Brown silently calculated an account in his heart.
The slaves themselves are not worth much, and they are even completely negative assets in winter. I don’t want them to freeze to death and starve to death, and they have to spend food and fuel to support themselves.
He has more than 20 slaves in his hands, and if they were all exchanged for land, they could exchange more than 20 acres.
This amount of arable land may be a little less than the land in his hands now, but the manager's attitude towards the land gave him a glimmer of hope.
The location of his farm is actually not very good, it is too close to the urban area, and the cost of land reclamation is too high. He has not expanded the planting area for many years.
If he could buy some more land from the manager, he might be able to own a bigger farm than the original one.
Of course, this is not without risk.
No one has really dealt with this group of blue coats, and no one can guarantee that they will abide by the rules and will not kill donkeys after taking over their own property.
Mr. Brown weighed in his mind.
At this time, Nolan from the Highway Town asked.
"Where are the weapons? Do I need to hand them in too?"
Lucius replied.
"Guns are banned in the settlements, and there are no restrictions outside the settlements. Private armed forces who stay in our jurisdiction for a long time need to be registered. Business and management projects must comply with our laws, and there are no restrictions on others."
None of the survivors present spoke.
Although these conditions sound harsh, at least they can survive.
Seeing that no one was talking, Lucius continued to speak.
"If there is no other doubt, then the above is all the dos and don'ts of relocation work."
"We will provide you with a resident handbook later, which contains all the matters that need to be paid attention to in our gathering place, and you can understand it as our law."
"In addition, I hope that the relocation work can start as soon as possible. According to the information sent by our investigation team from the front line, the reinforcements of the Bone Chew tribe have arrived in the northern suburbs of Spring City, and they are now about 16 kilometers northeast of us. It's hard to say will they do something irrational?"
Noticing that the complexions of the survivors changed slightly and they became restless, Lucius paused and continued.
"I'm not sure if any of you live near that, and if so, you'd better notify them to evacuate as soon as possible—"
Before the words were finished, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the reception room.
There was a knock on the door.
After getting permission, a guard walked into the room quickly, gave a military salute to Lucius, and reported solemnly.
"Master Manager, according to the news from Starwood Farm, we saw a lot of smoke in the northeast direction... It seems that something is burning!"
Hearing this sentence, Lucius was taken aback.
F*ck?
Has my crow's mouth been opened?! There was an ominous premonition in his heart, Lucius said immediately.
"Can you confirm the exact location?"
"Our captain Wrench has already sent someone to check the situation there, we can only speculate on the approximate location..."
Under Lucius's instruction, the guard stepped forward, stared at the map hanging on the wall for a while, and drew a circle on it with a charcoal pencil.
Looking at the circled location, Nolan, who was closest to the map, was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously blurted out.
"Winter Willow Camp?"
It was the first time Lucius heard of this word.
However, judging from the reactions of other survivors around, they were obviously no strangers to this place's name, and they all looked at the thin man sitting in the crowd.
Lucius also looked at him.
That person's sense of presence was very low. From the relocation work conference to the present, he hadn't said a word in the whole process.
The sudden bad news made his face lose all color, it was as white as the snow on the ground outside the door, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and his dilated pupils were full of fear.
"No!"
...
Northeast of the outpost, in the field.
Two cumbersome bicycles are moving forward on the snow with difficulty.
Some places where the snow is not very deep are okay, and it is barely possible to ride with a foot slide. When encountering the kind of snow that even buries the wheels, I can only push down.
"Bikes are useless in this damn weather, why don't you send us some sleds!" Walker couldn't help complaining as he stepped on the pedals with great effort.
Gale, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at the VM screen and asked casually.
"Can you ski?"
"No! But I can learn!"
Tomorrow, who was sitting behind Quit Smoking, was also brushing the VM, and interjected casually: "I know a little bit, but it's a bit difficult to slide on this terrain, unless you have two huskies running in front."
Walker glanced at him.
"F*ck, why do you know everything?"
Tomorrow thought for a while and said.
"Emmm...maybe it's because you're too stupid?"
The north wind howled. It blows people into a trance.
Couldn't help but yawn, Walker muttered something in a low voice.
"This game is too real... The characters in the game will still get sleepy."
Gale, who sat behind, nodded.
"Well, it's really outrageous. I already have fatigue debuff here, but the 5% debuff effect is not obvious... Wait, it seems to trigger a new mission."
Walker, who was sluggish just a second ago, suddenly became energetic when he heard that there was a new mission.
"What mission?!"
Tomorrow, who was also staring at the VM screen, also followed suit.
"I also received...a mission that requires us to go to the Winter Willow Camp one kilometer away to support the survivors there, prevent the predators from obtaining supplies from the local area, and buy time for the reinforcements to arrive."
Winter Willow Camp? What the hell is that place?
Tomorrow dragged the map with his index finger and found a green tent icon on the map.
The icon is located in a forest that no player has explored, so they have no idea what's going on there. But judging from the pre-war map, it should be a forest park or something, with a ranger's cabin and a tourist rest area.
In short, it's a place where birds don't shit.
Gale touched the bridge of his nose and said calmly: "... I would like to add that the number of enemy units is unknown. It is best to be prepared to encounter elite monsters or even trigger a boss battle. Fortunately, the battlefield is in the forest, which is half of our home field .”
Hum Chi Hum Chi, Quit Smoking brother who was pedaling his bicycle, couldn't get in the conversation at all, and yelled out of breath.
"Brother, give me a direction, do you want to turn around?"
Staring at the VM screen and thinking for a moment, Tomorrow said.
"No, just go in the current direction. I will tell you in advance where you need to turn right... Tsk, there is a time limit for this mission."
Surrounded by woods, the terrain is undulating, and it is difficult to find a suitable sniper point. The terrain on the west side is relatively high, but it will take some time to get there.
Tomorrow already had a rough plan in his mind.
Gale patted Walker on the shoulder and urged him.
"The task will fail after 30 minutes, hurry up, can't you learn how to Quit Smoking peddling the bike?"
Walker cursed.
"Hey! I'm a perception system, can it be compared with a strength system?!"
Looking at the white snow field in front of him, Tomorrow sighed silently in his heart.
"It would be great if I could fix the motorcycle."
Thinking about it carefully, the road conditions on the wasteland are difficult for a four-wheeled vehicle, and a two-wheeled motorcycle is simply a magic weapon! It can also be used as a sled in winter.
The only pity is that the difficulty of the engine is a little bit high.
I hope Brother Yamasaa and Brother Levin from 81 Steel Factory can help!
"There's so much smoke in front!" Quit Smoking suddenly yelled, "Do you want to turn the corner?"
"My eyes can see, please speak softly!"
Tomorrow couldn't help complaining, and took off the compound bow from his back.
While talking, there was a faint gunshot in the distance, and the distance was not very far, just in the forest ahead.
Tomorrow made a decisive decision and said.
"Parking."
"Gale and Walker go to the high slope on the west side, Quit Smoking follow me, turn off the insurance, and remember not to go off!"
"Contact the enemy within 700 meters, and we will walk the rest of the way!"
