The distant gunfire continued for a while.
After leaving a total of 7 dead bodies and 3 wounded who were not taken away in time, the predators retreated embarrassingly in trucks.
The machine guns on the top of the two trucks fired towards the forest, and another patrolling machine gun pickup in the distance also supported them, covering the retreat of their own people while firing.
The players did not chase out of the forest.
Their vehicle is on the south side, and here is the north side of the forest.
Out of the forest is a gentle slope. Without fast and maneuverable vehicles, it is impossible to use two legs to chase four wheels.
"F*ck! These bastards run really fast!"
Holding an Iron Fist bazooka on his shoulders, looking at the billowing snowflakes in the distance, he took a look at the atmosphere of the battlefield after a while, and finally put down the barrel.
At a distance of 200 to 300 meters and a speed of more than 30 yards, it is really difficult to hit without using advanced technology.
But thinking of leaving a truck behind to add 100 war points, he still couldn't help but slammed his mouth.
Pity! It would have been better just now!
Night Commander came over from behind and patted him on the shoulder.
"It's already pretty good. Our task is to drive people away. We'll win if we repel the predator's attack. As for the secondary goal, it depends on whether the opponent rewards you or not. This AI is quite smart."
To be honest, it's a bit awkward.
The battle between the two sides in this terrain can easily turn into a tug-of-war, and it will be faster than who can reinforce it.
And here is Spring City.
Without knowing the opponent's strength, it is reasonable for the opponent's commander to make the most cautious choice based on limited information.
It's just that this is not at all like the style that those predators should have.
Night Commander pondered silently in his heart, and gave an evaluation of these predators.
"These basterds are hard to deal with!"
The other side.
Wearing the "five-style" exoskeleton, the captain of the guard, Wrench, walked to the center of the village square in Winter Willow Camp and found the village chief there.
Looking at the wrinkled old man, he said in a serious tone.
"...The ones attacking you are the Bone Chew Tribe. They have recently expanded from the central part of the River Valley Province to the south. Although we have the upper hand this time, I am not sure if they will return."
Looking around, Wrench continued.
"I'm sorry this happened and we did our best."
The villagers dragged the corpses of their compatriots to the square, and roughly counted at least twenty of them.
Many of them died tragically and shockingly, which made him frown.
What a bunch of beasts! He couldn't imagine what would happen here if he came a few minutes later.
"My lord, please don't say that," Maanji shook his head and said, "Without you... our fate would be even worse."
Beside the old man, a man in ragged clothes stumbled over.
Half of his face was burned, and his forehead was covered with blood, as if he had been scared out of his wits, babbling non-stop.
"I've said it a long time ago...we should escape from here. This time it's just a wave of little ghosts, and more terrifying evil spirits are yet to come. No one is their opponent, no one!"
Wrench looked at him.
"Who is this?"
Maanji's Adam's apple moved, and he sighed softly.
"He escaped from Caxton City. He is a distant relative of our family. His name is Malu. He is also a poor man. His family has been destroyed once. After he escaped by chance, he did not expect to run into those people here again... There might be something wrong with his mind."
Wrench:"……"
It's okay to meet twice in a row. This is really bad luck.
Seeing the man wearing the exoskeleton looking at him with pity, Malu said emotionally as if stimulated.
"I'm not kidding! They've got big, big guns, and big cars... the worst part is, they've enslaved Deathclaws! I know I sound crazy when I say that, but it's all I saw it with my own eyes! There is no doubt that they are all the minions of the God of Death, otherwise it is impossible to explain why those Deathclaws would stand with them!"
As the most ferocious beast on the wasteland, the Deathclaw is regarded as a symbol of death, and even worshiped by many ignorant tribesmen as servants of the god of death.
Wrench listened with a frown.
Although he couldn't understand what nonsense he was talking about, his intuition told him that this person might have some very important information.
"I will take you to see the Master Manager."
Malu looked bewildered.
"Manager...?"
Only then did Wrench realize that he hadn't reported to the house yet, so he said.
"Forgot to introduce ourselves, we are from shelter 404."
"Shelter?" Maanji was stunned for a moment, looking at Wrench in surprise, obviously he did not expect that he was actually saved by the blue coat.
And the ragged man, after hearing this sentence, his face immediately glowed with hope, and he stepped forward and said incoherently.
"Please take me there!"
"As long as we close the door, those predators will definitely not be able to get in!"
...
Outpost.
The thin man sat in the reception room, fidgeting on the chair, with a distraught expression on his face. His eyes looked out of the window and the door from time to time, and the slightest movement could make his nerves tense.
Through questioning, Lucius learned that the man's name was Mali, and he was the second son of the village chief's family in Winter Willow Camp.
He also has an older brother named Mabo, but such trivial matters are not important.
Lucius didn't want to eat human blood steamed buns, but he had to admit that the tragedy that happened in the Winter Willow Camp sounded the alarm in the hearts of all the survivors in the northern suburbs.
After seeing the tragic situation there through the drone, the representatives of other survivor settlements were terrified and finally recognized the reality.
The Bone Chew Tribe has reached the northern suburbs of Spring City!
They are brutal, well-armed, and tactically proficient. Ordinary survivor settlements are no match for these hungry wolves at all!
Those who were still hesitant at first, and even planned to make up their minds on the relocation issue, all made up their minds at this moment, begging Lucius to help them, hoping to start the relocation work as soon as possible.
The rest is easy to talk about.
There are a total of thirteen survivor settlements in the northern suburbs of Spring City, scattered in an area of nearly 500 square kilometers.
Lucius quickly made a transfer plan, evacuating in three batches from far to near.
The five survivor settlements closest to the Aviation Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base were included in the first batch of evacuation plans.
These include Green Battery Factory, Hope Mountain Cooperative, Scavengers' Home, Highway Town, and Winter Willow Camp...a total of more than 600 households with a total population of more than 1,000, which is equivalent to six Beit Streets.
There are only nine trucks that can be twitched in the outpost, and this is counting the four newly seized trucks!
People don't have to be trucks, but goods have to be moved.
Especially food. You don't need to bring other things, but you must bring food!
Otherwise, when so many people arrived at Starwood Farm, Lucius would not be able to find enough food for them to eat, and the famine might come to him before the people of the Bone Chew Tribe.
Lucius found Ormas and mobilized 50 strength players to form a transport team, and 100 soldier players served as escorts for the evacuation operation.
They will assist the evacuation of local survivors starting from the outermost survivor settlements.
All personnel and materials will be evacuated to the new United Gas Station 10 kilometers away from Starwood Farm, and then go to Starwood Farm in batches.
As for what happens next...
Only to think about it later.
The most urgent task now is to drag people and things back first.
If those predators are resupplied, who knows how many more of them will come!
The door of the reception room opened.
Seeing the manager walking in from the outside, Mali, who was sitting on the stool, immediately stood up and rushed to meet him.
"My lord, is my house... all right?"
Lucius looked at him and said.
"My subordinates have seen your father, and his condition is not bad, but... your village may have suffered heavy losses. My people are assisting you to evacuate. If the situation is optimistic, you will be able to meet you father at the farm as soon as tomorrow evening."
Hearing that his father was still alive, Mali breathed a sigh of relief, and his tensed shoulders relaxed. However, when he heard the back, his heart couldn't help but tugged again.
This winter has been tough...
Now that they have lost their village and their home, it is foreseeable that the days ahead will be more difficult than before.
But no matter what, the other party saved his own life.
Mali lowered his head and said sincerely.
"Thanks……"
Lucius shook his head.
"You're welcome. Helping you is also helping ourselves."
There are more than 70 households in the Winter Willow Camp, including the old and weak, women and children, there are nearly 200 people.
Think in a darker way. So many people might last long enough for those predators...
Mali looked at Lucius and said sincerely.
"Is there anything I can do? If I can help you."
Lucius's heart moved and said.
"The capacity of the outpost is limited. We plan to evacuate the first batch of survivors in the relocation plan to the new United Gas Station ten kilometers away from Starwood Farm, and then go to Starwood Farm in batches. If you want to help, you can go to There, I can arrange some work for you to appease the survivors, so that you can see your father quickly."
It also means being at the forefront.
Mali took a deep breath, overcame the fear in his heart, and nodded solemnly.
"I would like to go!"
Lucius looked at the cheered up man in front of him with appreciation, and reached out to pat his arm.
"Let's go then."
"The boarding point is on the north side of the park, and my people will take you there!"
...
Outside the east gate of the outpost.
At the gate of the nomad's village, sisters Akiba and Autumn were standing next to the stake with the ax stuck in them, each carrying a wooden basket and stretching their necks to look around.
Inside the wooden basket is a basket full of raw silk wrapped around wooden sticks.
Seeing Shuri coming from the outpost, the eyes of the sisters lit up.
Especially the extroverted younger sister, who couldn't help standing on tiptoe and beckoning, ran over excitedly, hugged her and stuck her up.
"Shuri!"
"Sister Akiba, good morning... ah! No, don't hold me in circles, this is too weird!"
Both feet finally touched the ground, Shuri stroked her messy hair with a blushing face, and Akiba looked at her at a loss like a child who had done something wrong.
"Shuri?"
"No, it's okay... Anyway, it can't be like this next time!"
Akiba nodded half-understanding.
Although she is not very familiar with the language of the residents of the shelter, Akiba is very proficient when it comes to the word from Shuri's mouth.
Thanks to the beautiful and kind-hearted Ms. Shuri who taught them how to reel silk and gave them a set of silk reeling tools, now the tribe not only has a lot of beautiful and durable ropes, silk, and cloth, but also adds a lot of silk, which provides them additional income.
Every morning, Shuri would come to them and buy the raw silk produced yesterday from them.
Everyone in the clan was very grateful to this kind person, and the patriarch especially asked herself and her sister to give her the best raw silk in the clan. As for those of average quality, just keep them for your own use, they don’t need to be too good anyway.
Akiba wasn't very interested in those coins, but those devil moth chrysalis were so delicious!
She had never eaten such a delicious bug.
It is white and tender, crunchy and crispy after one bite, whether it is roasted or boiled, it is delicious!
Just when Akiba was thinking in her heart that she must find an opportunity to invite Shuri to taste the delicious food she made, her sister Autumn walked over from not far away and reached out and tapped on the top of her head.
"Well!"
Akiba covered her head, and looked at her sister with an aggrieved face, the latter glared at her and scolded her softly.
"You can't be so rude to others, they are our benefactors."
Saying that, Autumn looked at Shuri apologetically, lowered her head, and said seriously with a non-standard pronunciation.
"Sorry, sister, for the trouble."
"No, it's okay, there is no need for such a formal apology..." Shuri, who is not good at dealing with such occasions, had a slightly embarrassed expression, especially Akiba's pitiful expression made her feel confused, so she quickly changed the subject, " That's right, Sis."
With that said, she took out a bag of silver coins from her pocket and handed it to Akiba.
Akiba was taken aback for a moment, then took it politely, and picked up the wooden basket on the ground.
"We're done, and we can help you take it over."
"It's okay, I can take it back by myself, it's not far away."
Seeing Autumn standing behind her sister with a grievance on her face, Shuri stepped forward, gently patted her head, and said happily.
"Thank you for your hard work! These materials have helped a lot!"
With these materials, I can make a lot of clothes!
"Thanks!"
Akiba's eyes lit up, and a smile immediately bloomed on his face.
She can understand this word! It means expressing gratitude and affirmation!
At this moment, a commotion suddenly came from the north gate of the outpost, and a large number of people carried rifles and marched northward like a rainbow.
It was the same yesterday.
The tribesmen in the village stopped what they were doing, looked towards the north, and started talking in low voices.
"What happened……"
"I heard it's north."
"North! Has the chaos spread here?"
"Blessed by the spirit of the ancestors, may those warriors triumph."
"I hope the flames of war don't burn here... We've had a hard time finding a place to live."
The days of wandering are too bitter.
Nobody wants to go back and live that life again.
Looking in the north direction, Akiba nervously shrank beside her sister.
Autumn patted her sister's head lightly, comforting her softly.
"Don't be afraid. Master Manager will protect us."
Although she couldn't understand what the two sisters were talking about, Shuri could feel the uneasiness in their eyes.
Giving them a firm look, Shuri comforted them with an encouraging tone.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Everyone in the shelter will protect you!"
...
The north entrance of the park.
Two trucks stopped.
Carrying a sickle assault rifle [ Edge Paddle ], he greeted his teammates to get into the car.
"Brothers, get in the car, come to live! Come to live!"
[ Mission: Go to "Green Battery Factory" (Ongoing)]
[ Mission: Covering the relocation of residents of "Green Battery Factory" ( Not yet started) ]
Carrying a "Sickle" semi-automatic rifle with an optical sight on his back, [ Big Eyes in Debt ] who jumped into the car yelled and booed.
"Let's go, let's follow Brother Paddle to put out the fire!"
Edge Paddle and rolled his eyes.
"Oye, can I change my name? Can't I be called Edge?"
However, it's okay not to resist. This resistance caused more people to boo.
The Boy On The Construction Site: "Okay Brother Paddle! Where shall we spray water today?
Red Face Boxer: "What water to spray, Brother Paddle, where shall we give the head today?"
Edge Paddle: "@#%!"
Due to the outrageously high battle damage, the marginal paddling fleet is considered a little famous on the forum, and is often ridiculed by players and cloud players as a black car of death.
When they met mutants before, they fought two rounds with heavy casualties. If they hadn't planned to change the difficulty because they couldn't bear it, and had a team of powered armor allies next to them, they might have been wiped out directly!
It was the same when they attacked the experimental base at night last night. As a feint attack group, their team's battle damage was as high as 50%.
Although everyone knows that he can't be blamed for so many deaths, but he always encounters big scenes and is killed by the plot, which is really a bit too dark.
Oddly though. Every time he survived.
Because of this, many people are still arguing on the forum whether high perception will increase dodge or luck, otherwise it is completely unreasonable.
After getting into the car, [ Big Eyes in Debt ] couldn't stop talking, and he laughed and teased [ The Boy On The Construction Site ] next to him.
"Is it open? Just bet 1 silver coin and guess today's death lottery."
[ The Boy On The Construction Site ] Coolly stretched out five fingers without even thinking about it.
"I bet five."
As for why it is five?
Because he only has five fingers, and the other hand is too lazy to take it out of his pocket.
"Tsk," Big Eyes in Debt clicked, "Then I'll bet six."
Another player next to him heard it and trembled all over.
"F*ck, why don't you talk about it."
"I just want to get out of the car!"
A total of 10 teams were mobilized, two of which were led by Edge Paddle to the Green Battery Factory located 22 kilometers away.
Located in a small town, this battery factory produced safe, reliable and environmentally friendly solid-state hydrogen batteries. Its products were well-known before the war. It even funded the construction of two public elementary schools and kindergartens in the town.
But today, more than two centuries later, the only relationship between this battery factory and the battery is probably the signboard that can barely read the words.
Most of the houses in the factory area collapsed, only the walls were barely usable, and there were no dangerous alien species nearby, and people came and settled over time.
Survivors have built houses and repaired walls with found materials, and have lived here for many years by scavenging and farming.
Two trucks stopped at the gate of the factory.
Survivors with bags and even trolleys have gathered at the door.
Many people's faces were filled with bewilderment. Although it was not a day or two since the rumors that the Bone Chew Tribe had brought the flames of war to the northern suburbs of Spring City, no one expected it to happen so suddenly.
The young guard jumped out of the car, walked quickly to the gate of the factory area, and met the village head of the survivor settlement.
It was an old man with a hunchback. His face was covered with years of wind and frost, but he still looked tough.
Yamola stood still in front of him, with a serious expression, and spoke concisely.
"Shelter No. 404 Guard Yamola! Under the order of Master Manager, come to support your evacuation!"
Although he felt a bit worried about the young man's immature appearance in front of him, the soldiers behind him still made the old man feel relieved.
Nodding his head, the old man said.
"My name is Link, and I'm the village head here. I've already heard about the situation from my children. We've packed our things and are ready to leave at any time."
"We will abide by your rules, and we hope that you will keep your promises and abide by our agreement."
Yamola nodded and said faithfully.
"Don't worry about this, Master Manager has already planned a bright future for you, now please follow me—"
Before the words fell, the sound of gunfire suddenly came from a distance, and the bullets whizzed towards the door. A string of bullet holes was instantly printed on the concrete wall, and dust splattered.
Surprised by the sudden gunshot, the surrounding survivors fled from the door one after another.
However, there were also a few unruffled people who skillfully picked up the guy and squatted at the door, fighting back in the direction of the bullet.
Looking to the north suddenly, Yamola's eyes widened slightly, and he saw a pickup truck looking at the steel plate, which had stopped at the corner of the road.
The black barrel of the gun is looking straight at this side!
Edge Paddle not far away, already roaring and leading people to rush up, while firing to attract firepower, while directing the small team members to disperse.
"Enemy attack!"
"Don't get out driver! Move truck into the factory!"
"Squad A defends on the spot, Team B follows me! Before they surround us, we have to fight out!"
"Prepare the tube! 100-yard ruler, hit for me!"
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The distant gunfire continued for a while.
After leaving a total of 7 dead bodies and 3 wounded who were not taken away in time, the predators retreated embarrassingly in trucks.
The machine guns on the top of the two trucks fired towards the forest, and another patrolling machine gun pickup in the distance also supported them, covering the retreat of their own people while firing.
The players did not chase out of the forest.
Their vehicle is on the south side, and here is the north side of the forest.
Out of the forest is a gentle slope. Without fast and maneuverable vehicles, it is impossible to use two legs to chase four wheels.
"F*ck! These bastards run really fast!"
Holding an Iron Fist bazooka on his shoulders, looking at the billowing snowflakes in the distance, he took a look at the atmosphere of the battlefield after a while, and finally put down the barrel.
At a distance of 200 to 300 meters and a speed of more than 30 yards, it is really difficult to hit without using advanced technology.
But thinking of leaving a truck behind to add 100 war points, he still couldn't help but slammed his mouth.
Pity! It would have been better just now!
Night Commander came over from behind and patted him on the shoulder.
"It's already pretty good. Our task is to drive people away. We'll win if we repel the predator's attack. As for the secondary goal, it depends on whether the opponent rewards you or not. This AI is quite smart."
To be honest, it's a bit awkward.
The battle between the two sides in this terrain can easily turn into a tug-of-war, and it will be faster than who can reinforce it.
And here is Spring City.
Without knowing the opponent's strength, it is reasonable for the opponent's commander to make the most cautious choice based on limited information.
It's just that this is not at all like the style that those predators should have.
Night Commander pondered silently in his heart, and gave an evaluation of these predators.
"These basterds are hard to deal with!"
The other side.
Wearing the "five-style" exoskeleton, the captain of the guard, Wrench, walked to the center of the village square in Winter Willow Camp and found the village chief there.
Looking at the wrinkled old man, he said in a serious tone.
"...The ones attacking you are the Bone Chew Tribe. They have recently expanded from the central part of the River Valley Province to the south. Although we have the upper hand this time, I am not sure if they will return."
Looking around, Wrench continued.
"I'm sorry this happened and we did our best."
The villagers dragged the corpses of their compatriots to the square, and roughly counted at least twenty of them.
Many of them died tragically and shockingly, which made him frown.
What a bunch of beasts! He couldn't imagine what would happen here if he came a few minutes later.
"My lord, please don't say that," Maanji shook his head and said, "Without you... our fate would be even worse."
Beside the old man, a man in ragged clothes stumbled over.
Half of his face was burned, and his forehead was covered with blood, as if he had been scared out of his wits, babbling non-stop.
"I've said it a long time ago...we should escape from here. This time it's just a wave of little ghosts, and more terrifying evil spirits are yet to come. No one is their opponent, no one!"
Wrench looked at him.
"Who is this?"
Maanji's Adam's apple moved, and he sighed softly.
"He escaped from Caxton City. He is a distant relative of our family. His name is Malu. He is also a poor man. His family has been destroyed once. After he escaped by chance, he did not expect to run into those people here again... There might be something wrong with his mind."
Wrench:"……"
It's okay to meet twice in a row. This is really bad luck.
Seeing the man wearing the exoskeleton looking at him with pity, Malu said emotionally as if stimulated.
"I'm not kidding! They've got big, big guns, and big cars... the worst part is, they've enslaved Deathclaws! I know I sound crazy when I say that, but it's all I saw it with my own eyes! There is no doubt that they are all the minions of the God of Death, otherwise it is impossible to explain why those Deathclaws would stand with them!"
As the most ferocious beast on the wasteland, the Deathclaw is regarded as a symbol of death, and even worshiped by many ignorant tribesmen as servants of the god of death.
Wrench listened with a frown.
Although he couldn't understand what nonsense he was talking about, his intuition told him that this person might have some very important information.
"I will take you to see the Master Manager."
Malu looked bewildered.
"Manager...?"
Only then did Wrench realize that he hadn't reported to the house yet, so he said.
"Forgot to introduce ourselves, we are from shelter 404."
"Shelter?" Maanji was stunned for a moment, looking at Wrench in surprise, obviously he did not expect that he was actually saved by the blue coat.
And the ragged man, after hearing this sentence, his face immediately glowed with hope, and he stepped forward and said incoherently.
"Please take me there!"
"As long as we close the door, those predators will definitely not be able to get in!"
...
Outpost.
The thin man sat in the reception room, fidgeting on the chair, with a distraught expression on his face. His eyes looked out of the window and the door from time to time, and the slightest movement could make his nerves tense.
Through questioning, Lucius learned that the man's name was Mali, and he was the second son of the village chief's family in Winter Willow Camp.
He also has an older brother named Mabo, but such trivial matters are not important.
Lucius didn't want to eat human blood steamed buns, but he had to admit that the tragedy that happened in the Winter Willow Camp sounded the alarm in the hearts of all the survivors in the northern suburbs.
After seeing the tragic situation there through the drone, the representatives of other survivor settlements were terrified and finally recognized the reality.
The Bone Chew Tribe has reached the northern suburbs of Spring City!
They are brutal, well-armed, and tactically proficient. Ordinary survivor settlements are no match for these hungry wolves at all!
Those who were still hesitant at first, and even planned to make up their minds on the relocation issue, all made up their minds at this moment, begging Lucius to help them, hoping to start the relocation work as soon as possible.
The rest is easy to talk about.
There are a total of thirteen survivor settlements in the northern suburbs of Spring City, scattered in an area of nearly 500 square kilometers.
Lucius quickly made a transfer plan, evacuating in three batches from far to near.
The five survivor settlements closest to the Aviation Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base were included in the first batch of evacuation plans.
These include Green Battery Factory, Hope Mountain Cooperative, Scavengers' Home, Highway Town, and Winter Willow Camp...a total of more than 600 households with a total population of more than 1,000, which is equivalent to six Beit Streets.
There are only nine trucks that can be twitched in the outpost, and this is counting the four newly seized trucks!
People don't have to be trucks, but goods have to be moved.
Especially food. You don't need to bring other things, but you must bring food!
Otherwise, when so many people arrived at Starwood Farm, Lucius would not be able to find enough food for them to eat, and the famine might come to him before the people of the Bone Chew Tribe.
Lucius found Ormas and mobilized 50 strength players to form a transport team, and 100 soldier players served as escorts for the evacuation operation.
They will assist the evacuation of local survivors starting from the outermost survivor settlements.
All personnel and materials will be evacuated to the new United Gas Station 10 kilometers away from Starwood Farm, and then go to Starwood Farm in batches.
As for what happens next...
Only to think about it later.
The most urgent task now is to drag people and things back first.
If those predators are resupplied, who knows how many more of them will come!
The door of the reception room opened.
Seeing the manager walking in from the outside, Mali, who was sitting on the stool, immediately stood up and rushed to meet him.
"My lord, is my house... all right?"
Lucius looked at him and said.
"My subordinates have seen your father, and his condition is not bad, but... your village may have suffered heavy losses. My people are assisting you to evacuate. If the situation is optimistic, you will be able to meet you father at the farm as soon as tomorrow evening."
Hearing that his father was still alive, Mali breathed a sigh of relief, and his tensed shoulders relaxed. However, when he heard the back, his heart couldn't help but tugged again.
This winter has been tough...
Now that they have lost their village and their home, it is foreseeable that the days ahead will be more difficult than before.
But no matter what, the other party saved his own life.
Mali lowered his head and said sincerely.
"Thanks……"
Lucius shook his head.
"You're welcome. Helping you is also helping ourselves."
There are more than 70 households in the Winter Willow Camp, including the old and weak, women and children, there are nearly 200 people.
Think in a darker way. So many people might last long enough for those predators...
Mali looked at Lucius and said sincerely.
"Is there anything I can do? If I can help you."
Lucius's heart moved and said.
"The capacity of the outpost is limited. We plan to evacuate the first batch of survivors in the relocation plan to the new United Gas Station ten kilometers away from Starwood Farm, and then go to Starwood Farm in batches. If you want to help, you can go to There, I can arrange some work for you to appease the survivors, so that you can see your father quickly."
It also means being at the forefront.
Mali took a deep breath, overcame the fear in his heart, and nodded solemnly.
"I would like to go!"
Lucius looked at the cheered up man in front of him with appreciation, and reached out to pat his arm.
"Let's go then."
"The boarding point is on the north side of the park, and my people will take you there!"
...
Outside the east gate of the outpost.
At the gate of the nomad's village, sisters Akiba and Autumn were standing next to the stake with the ax stuck in them, each carrying a wooden basket and stretching their necks to look around.
Inside the wooden basket is a basket full of raw silk wrapped around wooden sticks.
Seeing Shuri coming from the outpost, the eyes of the sisters lit up.
Especially the extroverted younger sister, who couldn't help standing on tiptoe and beckoning, ran over excitedly, hugged her and stuck her up.
"Shuri!"
"Sister Akiba, good morning... ah! No, don't hold me in circles, this is too weird!"
Both feet finally touched the ground, Shuri stroked her messy hair with a blushing face, and Akiba looked at her at a loss like a child who had done something wrong.
"Shuri?"
"No, it's okay... Anyway, it can't be like this next time!"
Akiba nodded half-understanding.
Although she is not very familiar with the language of the residents of the shelter, Akiba is very proficient when it comes to the word from Shuri's mouth.
Thanks to the beautiful and kind-hearted Ms. Shuri who taught them how to reel silk and gave them a set of silk reeling tools, now the tribe not only has a lot of beautiful and durable ropes, silk, and cloth, but also adds a lot of silk, which provides them additional income.
Every morning, Shuri would come to them and buy the raw silk produced yesterday from them.
Everyone in the clan was very grateful to this kind person, and the patriarch especially asked herself and her sister to give her the best raw silk in the clan. As for those of average quality, just keep them for your own use, they don’t need to be too good anyway.
Akiba wasn't very interested in those coins, but those devil moth chrysalis were so delicious!
She had never eaten such a delicious bug.
It is white and tender, crunchy and crispy after one bite, whether it is roasted or boiled, it is delicious!
Just when Akiba was thinking in her heart that she must find an opportunity to invite Shuri to taste the delicious food she made, her sister Autumn walked over from not far away and reached out and tapped on the top of her head.
"Well!"
Akiba covered her head, and looked at her sister with an aggrieved face, the latter glared at her and scolded her softly.
"You can't be so rude to others, they are our benefactors."
Saying that, Autumn looked at Shuri apologetically, lowered her head, and said seriously with a non-standard pronunciation.
"Sorry, sister, for the trouble."
"No, it's okay, there is no need for such a formal apology..." Shuri, who is not good at dealing with such occasions, had a slightly embarrassed expression, especially Akiba's pitiful expression made her feel confused, so she quickly changed the subject, " That's right, Sis."
With that said, she took out a bag of silver coins from her pocket and handed it to Akiba.
Akiba was taken aback for a moment, then took it politely, and picked up the wooden basket on the ground.
"We're done, and we can help you take it over."
"It's okay, I can take it back by myself, it's not far away."
Seeing Autumn standing behind her sister with a grievance on her face, Shuri stepped forward, gently patted her head, and said happily.
"Thank you for your hard work! These materials have helped a lot!"
With these materials, I can make a lot of clothes!
"Thanks!"
Akiba's eyes lit up, and a smile immediately bloomed on his face.
She can understand this word! It means expressing gratitude and affirmation!
At this moment, a commotion suddenly came from the north gate of the outpost, and a large number of people carried rifles and marched northward like a rainbow.
It was the same yesterday.
The tribesmen in the village stopped what they were doing, looked towards the north, and started talking in low voices.
"What happened……"
"I heard it's north."
"North! Has the chaos spread here?"
"Blessed by the spirit of the ancestors, may those warriors triumph."
"I hope the flames of war don't burn here... We've had a hard time finding a place to live."
The days of wandering are too bitter.
Nobody wants to go back and live that life again.
Looking in the north direction, Akiba nervously shrank beside her sister.
Autumn patted her sister's head lightly, comforting her softly.
"Don't be afraid. Master Manager will protect us."
Although she couldn't understand what the two sisters were talking about, Shuri could feel the uneasiness in their eyes.
Giving them a firm look, Shuri comforted them with an encouraging tone.
"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Everyone in the shelter will protect you!"
...
The north entrance of the park.
Two trucks stopped.
Carrying a sickle assault rifle [ Edge Paddle ], he greeted his teammates to get into the car.
"Brothers, get in the car, come to live! Come to live!"
[ Mission: Go to "Green Battery Factory" (Ongoing)]
[ Mission: Covering the relocation of residents of "Green Battery Factory" ( Not yet started) ]
Carrying a "Sickle" semi-automatic rifle with an optical sight on his back, [ Big Eyes in Debt ] who jumped into the car yelled and booed.
"Let's go, let's follow Brother Paddle to put out the fire!"
Edge Paddle and rolled his eyes.
"Oye, can I change my name? Can't I be called Edge?"
However, it's okay not to resist. This resistance caused more people to boo.
The Boy On The Construction Site: "Okay Brother Paddle! Where shall we spray water today?
Red Face Boxer: "What water to spray, Brother Paddle, where shall we give the head today?"
Edge Paddle: "@#%!"
Due to the outrageously high battle damage, the marginal paddling fleet is considered a little famous on the forum, and is often ridiculed by players and cloud players as a black car of death.
When they met mutants before, they fought two rounds with heavy casualties. If they hadn't planned to change the difficulty because they couldn't bear it, and had a team of powered armor allies next to them, they might have been wiped out directly!
It was the same when they attacked the experimental base at night last night. As a feint attack group, their team's battle damage was as high as 50%.
Although everyone knows that he can't be blamed for so many deaths, but he always encounters big scenes and is killed by the plot, which is really a bit too dark.
Oddly though. Every time he survived.
Because of this, many people are still arguing on the forum whether high perception will increase dodge or luck, otherwise it is completely unreasonable.
After getting into the car, [ Big Eyes in Debt ] couldn't stop talking, and he laughed and teased [ The Boy On The Construction Site ] next to him.
"Is it open? Just bet 1 silver coin and guess today's death lottery."
[ The Boy On The Construction Site ] Coolly stretched out five fingers without even thinking about it.
"I bet five."
As for why it is five?
Because he only has five fingers, and the other hand is too lazy to take it out of his pocket.
"Tsk," Big Eyes in Debt clicked, "Then I'll bet six."
Another player next to him heard it and trembled all over.
"F*ck, why don't you talk about it."
"I just want to get out of the car!"
A total of 10 teams were mobilized, two of which were led by Edge Paddle to the Green Battery Factory located 22 kilometers away.
Located in a small town, this battery factory produced safe, reliable and environmentally friendly solid-state hydrogen batteries. Its products were well-known before the war. It even funded the construction of two public elementary schools and kindergartens in the town.
But today, more than two centuries later, the only relationship between this battery factory and the battery is probably the signboard that can barely read the words.
Most of the houses in the factory area collapsed, only the walls were barely usable, and there were no dangerous alien species nearby, and people came and settled over time.
Survivors have built houses and repaired walls with found materials, and have lived here for many years by scavenging and farming.
Two trucks stopped at the gate of the factory.
Survivors with bags and even trolleys have gathered at the door.
Many people's faces were filled with bewilderment. Although it was not a day or two since the rumors that the Bone Chew Tribe had brought the flames of war to the northern suburbs of Spring City, no one expected it to happen so suddenly.
The young guard jumped out of the car, walked quickly to the gate of the factory area, and met the village head of the survivor settlement.
It was an old man with a hunchback. His face was covered with years of wind and frost, but he still looked tough.
Yamola stood still in front of him, with a serious expression, and spoke concisely.
"Shelter No. 404 Guard Yamola! Under the order of Master Manager, come to support your evacuation!"
Although he felt a bit worried about the young man's immature appearance in front of him, the soldiers behind him still made the old man feel relieved.
Nodding his head, the old man said.
"My name is Link, and I'm the village head here. I've already heard about the situation from my children. We've packed our things and are ready to leave at any time."
"We will abide by your rules, and we hope that you will keep your promises and abide by our agreement."
Yamola nodded and said faithfully.
"Don't worry about this, Master Manager has already planned a bright future for you, now please follow me—"
Before the words fell, the sound of gunfire suddenly came from a distance, and the bullets whizzed towards the door. A string of bullet holes was instantly printed on the concrete wall, and dust splattered.
Surprised by the sudden gunshot, the surrounding survivors fled from the door one after another.
However, there were also a few unruffled people who skillfully picked up the guy and squatted at the door, fighting back in the direction of the bullet.
Looking to the north suddenly, Yamola's eyes widened slightly, and he saw a pickup truck looking at the steel plate, which had stopped at the corner of the road.
The black barrel of the gun is looking straight at this side!
Edge Paddle not far away, already roaring and leading people to rush up, while firing to attract firepower, while directing the small team members to disperse.
"Enemy attack!"
"Don't get out driver! Move truck into the factory!"
"Squad A defends on the spot, Team B follows me! Before they surround us, we have to fight out!"
"Prepare the tube! 100-yard ruler, hit for me!"
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