These days, Lucius's luck is very good.
As of the 10th day of the implementation of the wartime regulations, his little players had created a total of 371 reward points for him, which even exceeded his expectations.
Logically speaking, with the continuation of winter and the continuous blizzard, the range of activities for players should decrease.
However, the completion of daily tasks has not diminished.
While being moved in his heart, Lucius couldn't help but make up his mind that he must make good use of the wealth created for him by his little players.
Considering that the medicine is enough for the time being, except for the three high-level blind boxes, Lucius exchanged all the remaining 71 reward points for the basic blind boxes.
It's not that he still believe in metaphysics. The main reason is that Lucius had a boring single draw before, and opened a pack of high-yield rice seeds.
It was the second time he got seeds from a blind box after cotton seeds.
Without further ado, Lucius immediately used the bag of seeds in the soilless planting unit that had just harvested a batch of cabbage for breeding.
As for the rice seeds drawn out, which one has a higher yield than the rice seeds given away for free on the B3 floor, we will know when we compare them.
Continuing with the results of this lottery draw, although no seed was drawn, it was quite gratifying.
71 reward points, in addition to 25 lollipops, 15 chocolate bars, and 8 boxes of canned meat, there are actually 10 packs of 500g salt, 8 bottles of soy sauce, 2 bottles of vinegar, and 3 bags of 1.5 kg cornmeal.
Although these supplies cannot fundamentally solve the food crisis, it is undoubtedly a boon for small players who open stores.
There are new seasonings available.
Epic-level enhancements for professional life players!
The other three advanced blind boxes also did not disappoint Lucius.
A set of five types of "Light cavalry" exoskeletons, a hummingbird drone, and a carbon nano body armor.
To be honest, he couldn't believe how generous the Manager System was this time.
Now he has three Hummingbirds, and while overlooking the outpost and the Starwood farm, he can also send one to the forest.
After thinking for a while, Lucius planned to hang the five-type "Light cavalry" exoskeleton on the shelf of the NPC store.
Since the performance of the "Five Types" is more than twice that of the Miner Type I, Lucius simply added a zero to the price of the "Miner", which is 20,000 silver.
As for the purchase threshold.
The requirement is the same, Awakened (LV10) + Citizenship.
Just when Lucius was enjoying the harvest and enjoying the "Manager's allowance" sent out from the conveyor belt, Popo's voice suddenly came from the speaker next to the wall.
"Master, you have two little players who have reached LV10 again."
"Two?"
Lucius was taken aback for a moment, and immediately opened the manager system and switched to the player list.
I saw that in the list, the gene sequence level behind the two names was imprinted with the LV10 mark, and the login status was also the same as "locked for 5 hours".
"Tomorrow Seeker and Killing Chicken At Midnight?"
It turned out to be these two dear friends.
The awakening of Killing Chicken At Midnight is expected. This man himself is one of the players who entered the game early, and he is also a strength system, and he is very capable.
Lucius still remembered the feat of this guy cutting down more than 200 trees in three days.
"The power system is really easy to upgrade."
"The agile department seems to be second."
At present, the highest intelligence level in the whole server is '8th Level Gale', which has just reached LV9.
'Get Up Ten Times A Night' of the Perception Department has stopped at LV9 for a while, and it is estimated that he will be awakened in a short time.
Thinking of this, Lucius felt emotional.
His little players are so awesome, he has to work harder!
Otherwise, some people always think that the five months that he, Lucius, survived alone in the wasteland were for nothing.
What are you thinking? Play games and turn on the console, thinking that you are invincible?
Not to mention his "Magic costume" that the players helped him with, but the little arms and legs of the newbies, which are as slow as mosquitoes, can hang a hammer when they take off the equipment.
So far, Lucius is the only person in the whole server who has truly torn the crawler with his hands. The abundance of martial arts in shelter 404 is not just blown out.
However, it is still necessary to maintain the superiority in rank.
Not entirely out of caution, but mainly out of care for the players' game experience.
After all, as we all know, the leader NPC in the game is always the highest level.
If the level of the leader NPC is not as high as that of the player, then this game is too unreal!
...
Official Website Forum:
Sleepy Moon Fox: "It's the 10th day, buddy! There are still 50 days left before the end of the cold winter! This way how the hell I am going raise my levels?"
Richest Elf King: "God! There are still 50 days left!"
Tail: "Since we can't go out to fight, let's have a snowball fight! (｀?′)Ψ"
Sisi: "Oh, this is a good idea."
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Hahaha, isn't there power system players, a bug, who beat us to death? ◝(⁰▿⁰)◜"
Tail: "How can this be, Tail is super fast, I can win no matter who is in front of me!"
The offline peak period of forums.
Just when everyone was going to the official website to exchange strategies as usual, an announcement popped up on the forum.
[ Full Server Announcement: Congratulations to the player "Tomorrow Seeker" who became the first LV10 player of the agility system in the whole server! ]
[ Since the player chooses to make it public, this achievement will be recorded in the Hall of Fame. ]
As soon as the announcement comes out.
The atmosphere on the forum boiled instantly.
Tail: "!! Someone is faster than Tail! w(?Д?)w"
Sisi: "Tail, wake up, he is a T0 boss anyway, what do you compare him to?"
Tail: "(っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ"
Richest Elf King: "Damn it, you hateful fraudster! Why the Elf King is not the fastest? ┻┻︵ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ︵┻┻"
The Thunder King: "Hey! One counts as one, you are all cheaters, okay? I didn't even enter the game! ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡"
Silver Hands: "Strongly request to reset the data after the official launch of the beta version! ಥ‿ಥ"
Silver Sword: "I agree! (･ัω･ั)"
Edge Paddle: "F*ck off, don't even think about it!"
Big Eyes in Debt: "Exactly! Do you know how hard it is for Paddle's brother to give away his head? (ﾉ≧∇≦)ﾉ ﾐ ┻━┻"
Edge Paddle: "Get out!"
Only on whether to delete files, players and cloud players can never reach a consensus.
It is the same today.
The two sides were divided into two factions, arguing over whether to clear the beta test data or not.
The two awakened people didn't show up from the beginning to the end, presumably they went to hide from the limelight.
After reading the posts in the forum, Lucius, who was peeking at the screen, had an old fatherly smile on his face.
Restart Data? Nonexistent.
That's what a serious game company does. Didn't he say that it is a serious game company?
These accounts are all his property!
However, players who entered the game early have begun to "Awaken" one after another.
It is foreseeable that in the next two months, players will usher in a wave of awakening peaks.
Waiting for the winter to pass, maybe he can make up a team of awakeners.
The quality of this individual soldier, as long as the equipment can keep up.
It's exciting to think about it!
...
No. 81 Steel Factory.
The production is in full swing, looking up at a lively scene.
With the mobilization of the "Wartime Regulations", more and more refugees are involved in production work. The number of workers in No. 81 Steel Factory has expanded to ninety, and they have been divided into multiple workshops according to different production tasks.
Workers who have already mastered production skills are promoted to foremen, and they lead those inexperienced apprentices to learn how to use the equipment in the factory to recycle the garbage picked up from the wasteland by the scavengers into what they need.
At this moment, in the No. 1 workshop of the No. 81 Steel Factory, a 20mm caliber cannon is displayed in the center of the workshop.
Box-type casing structure, with simple buffers on both sides, and an air-cooled box for heat dissipation at the root of the barrel.
The magazine is located right behind the receiver, close to the trigger, which is convenient for the gunner to load and can be operated by one person, which is very convenient.
In order to ensure the safety of the gunner and the ammunition rack, there is a slot at the front of the receiver, which can be installed or welded with 20mm steel plates.
This thickness is enough to resist most bullets and explosive fragments, providing the gunner with a relatively safe firing environment.
Standing next to Lucius, Brother Levin, one of the directors of No. 81 Steel Factory, sold it to him proudly.
"20mm caliber, 1500mm long barrel, 1300mm long rifling, 10 rounds can be stuffed into a magazine, and they can all be emptied in less than 5 seconds! As you can see, this equipment can definitely Become the nemesis of helicopters!"
Brother Yamasaa, who was standing on the other side, also said excitedly.
"That's right, my lord, not only is the nemesis of helicopters, I dare say that even crawlers and mutants running on the ground can't handle a flat shot!"
If it is miraculously carried.
Then do it again!
"Considering a variety of combat needs, we also designed phosphorus-containing incendiary bombs, steel-core armor-piercing bombs, and high-explosive bombs for it! Unfortunately, we didn't get the proximity fuze. The high-explosive bomb with the front trigger fuze has a small There is a small chance of misfiring, but it's not a big problem!"
"That's right, but isn't 10 rounds in a magazine too little?" Looking at the cannon in front of him, Lucius looked interested.
As if guessing that Master Manager would ask such a question, Brother Levin said with a smile.
"No problem! We can assemble four cannons and fire intermittently! That's 40 rounds!"
Brother Yamasaa also followed suit.
"That's right, if the firepower is not enough, we can also mount the eight-pack base! Drag it with a truck!"
Lucius nodded approvingly.
But at this moment, he suddenly remembered something, and then asked.
"By the way, what about the 88mm artillery you got before? Isn't there an experimental type? Why I didn't see it?"
In addition to anti-aircraft firepower, he also needs a sufficiently reliable support weapon right now.
The support mentioned here is not the unconscionable rocket of Mosquito.
It is the kind that can cooperate with the infantry on the front line and accurately drop explosives on the top of the enemy's head.
For some reason, after hearing Lucius's words, the expressions on the faces of Brother Yamasaa and Brother Levin coincided with each other in subtle ways.
The latter coughed lightly and said.
"The flight speed of the shells of that artillery can't be increased... We originally planned to change it to a howitzer, but we didn't have time. Then Mosquito came over and offered a price, saying that he planned to continue our research, so we put the unrifled barrels were all packaged and sold to him."
Speaking of this, Brother Yamasaa had an indignant expression on his face.
"It turned out that he didn't intend to continue our research at all. I later learned that he cut the barrel into small pieces and planned to make a short-caliber 88mm mortar."
Brother Levin shook his head and said.
"Simply whimsical!"
Hearing this sentence, Lucius was slightly taken aback.
Then he looked dumb.
Anti-aircraft artillery changed to mortar.
Does this work too?!
...
The southern suburbs of Caxton City.
Abandoned North Slope Industrial Area.
Dilapidated factory buildings and buildings abound here, and there are as many pieces of concrete scattered on the ground as there is snow floating in the sky.
In a factory with a fairly complete wall.
Ragged, emaciated slaves, under the supervision of marauder overseers with weapons and whips, were transporting supplies from warehouses into the factory buildings.
There is a very large boiler hanging here.
The furnace was filled with boiling molten iron, and the slaves beside him were still using shovels to send coal into the heating room. The whole room was as hot as summer.
The factory next door is just as hot.
More than 30 iron anvils are displayed in the wide factory building, and the bare-chested slaves are wielding hammers, beating hard on the red-hot castings on the anvils.
After hot forging, these rough castings will be sent to another workshop, processed by some skilled craftsmen using simple tools such as files, and sent to the last workshop by porters for assembly.
The supervisor next to him looked at the eyes of these slaves, making them feel instinctive fear, and their calves couldn't help trembling.
Those eyes didn't look like they were looking at people.
It's like watching meat on a chopping board.
However, if you can work here, at least you won't be eaten. As long as you work hard, you can live... This is the "Promise" given to them by the supervisors.
And those survivors who were kept in the dungeon were much worse.
They only have two endings.
Either become cannon fodder, or become rations. In winter, the latter is much more likely than the former.
In the office on the second floor of the factory building, it is as warm as spring.
Sitting behind an old desk, a slovenly man in a leather jacket with a wooden pipe dangling from his mouth.
The smoke from the burning spirit leaves made him squint his eyes intoxicated.
His name is Black Snake, the tenth commander of the Bone Chew Tribe, and he was ordered to lead a team of thousands of people to plunder southward, but stopped here because of the heavy snow.
Although the Snake Clan he belongs to is not as high as the Eagle Clan in the Bone Chew Tribe, it is still considered a direct descendant. Each of the nine centurions under him is a ruthless man who can conquer and fight well.
In fact, it was ten before.
However, the centurion named Kevin was attacked by local survivors in Spring City on his way to Spring City to establish an outpost, and his whereabouts are unknown.
Black Snake doesn't feel sorry for a mere centurion, as long as he wants to, he can promote another one at any time.
What really distressed him was the loss of nearly 150 brothers in that battle, as well as nearly a hundred rounds of 100mm shells and dozens of tons of rations.
Every time he thought of this, Black Snake felt angry.
Those prodigal sons!
He even poured all his nutrient cream into the sewer, and set his rat jerky and meat strips on fire!
Waste is shameful.
He swore that he would definitely recover the lost supplies from these people intact.
"It's so wonderful to hear the sound of blacksmithing... When winter is over, we can have two Centuries' equipment again!"
With nearly 1,000 slaves, the logistics problems of 1,500 people were solved.
These slaves can be used not only as labor, but also as food.
Black Snake felt that he was simply a genius.
The staff officer Vader standing aside looked at him, but the expression on his face was not very optimistic.
"This battle should not drag on for too long. You should have noticed that when your subordinates attacked the local survivor settlements, they encountered strong resistance twice... Obviously, those survivors have realized situation, even formed an alliance, and transferred the settlements on the outskirts."
"That's not good."
Black Snake's eyes narrowed slightly, a puff of smoke came out of his nose, and he continued.
"When they get together, we can just catch them all, so that we don't have to chase them around!"
Hearing this, Vader shook his head.
This idea is too idealistic!
He had learned from Kevin before that the survivors in the northern suburbs of Spring City suspected that they had mastered the production technology of stamping receivers.
This means that they can produce reliable weapons and ammunition in large quantities in a short period of time and at extremely low cost.
On the other hand, due to the lack of production equipment and effective logistical support on their side. Even if those slaves played a little role, to be honest, the role is quite limited.
The longer this war drags on, the more dangerous it will be for them!
However, compared to Vader, the commander-in-chief of Black Snake is very optimistic.
"Take it easy, my friend."
"I know they might be tough, but we've got that guy's 100mm howitzer!"
When a 20-kilogram shell hits it, no grass will grow within 30 meters, and the half-meter-thick concrete fortifications can be easily crushed!
That terrifying firepower is enough to make any survivor settlement below the scale of 10,000 people despair!
And they have two doors.
Black Snake leisurely added some dried shredded spirit leaves to the pipe, since there was nothing else to do this winter anyway.
Just then, there was a knock on the door outside the office.
After getting permission to come in, a predator wearing a fur coat walked in, gave a nondescript military salute, and said in a buzzing voice.
"Report!"
"Commander Lion Tooth sent someone to bring you a letter, saying that they have built an infantry fortification in Clay Town, inviting you to go and participate in the spring hunting together!"
"Clay Town?"
Black Snake subconsciously glanced at the map on the wall, but didn't see where that place was.
Vader, who was standing aside, reminded him aloud.
"Clay Town is located in the north of Spring City, about 10 kilometers away from the Tuna District of Spring City, and about 20 kilometers away from the concrete fortifications built by the survivors in the northern suburbs."
And the southern suburb of Caxton City where they are at the moment is probably located in the northeast of Spring City.
Pausing for a moment, Vader performed his duties as a staff officer and gave suggestions.
"The survivors in the northern suburbs of Spring City are not easy to deal with. It is a good choice to concentrate our forces to deal with them."
With two thousand-man teams, there are no problems that I worry about.
With so many people relying on numbers, they can still kill the survivors in the northern suburbs of Spring City!
However, his superior apparently didn't think so...
"Why should we be with them? We can take the northern suburbs of Spring City by ourselves." Black Snake narrowed his eyes slightly.
According to the rules of predators, whoever conquers the territory has the right to plunder!
Acting with the people of the Lion Tooth clan, he probably did not get enough filled with his loss.
But if he conquered the northern suburbs of Spring City by himself, it would be an opportunity to eat meat.
He has artillery, he has armor, and he has enough infantry to deal with a group of scavengers picking up junk.
Why let people share the credit of their own!
"Although Lion Tooth and I are both commanders, they are direct descendants. We act together, and his rank is half a rank higher than mine."
"The survivors in the northern suburbs are easy to deal with, but that boulder city is a tough nut to crack. If we act with them, we might be sent as cannon fodder by them."
Squinting those poisonous snake-like eyes, Black Snake continued to speak slowly.
"Not only can we not follow them, but we also have to get ahead of them and kill the prey with one blow in the shortest possible time!"
There was a little helplessness on Vader's face.
He knew very well that this man would not listen to him when making strategic decisions.
Predators are mostly the same. They see only the spoils in their eyes, and what drives them to fight is the savagery and fierceness carved in their bones, and nothing else.
Even though the people of the Bone Chew Tribe seem to be a little bit different, there is no difference in essence.
It's like a dog can't change eating shit.
Looking at Vader who fell into silence, Black Snake smiled relaxedly, and said a few words to comfort him.
"Relax, my friend, I didn't underestimate our opponents. I made this judgment after learning about their strength from the brothers who were withdrawn from the front line."
He still respects this military adviser who helped him win many battles.
If it were someone else, the grass on the grave would be two feet high.
"Would you like to come here? You are no longer a member of the legion, and there is no need to obey the rules of the legion. You can think about your glory and wealth with us."
Seeing the smoke from the Black Snake, Vader shook his head and said.
"No, I need to keep my head clear all the time."
People in the Legion don't smoke. Most drink.
For him, it is enough to have the three things of gold, beauty and wine.
Black Snake smiled and waved his pipe.
"It's this kind of thing. The spirit leaf can make you more energetic, but since you don't like it, forget it."
Leaning back on the chair, Black Snake looked at him and said.
"I need you to make a plan to help me win this war in the shortest possible time."
Vader thought for a while and said.
"How about mid-January?"
"At that time, the blizzard should have almost stopped, and the impact of the climate should not be very serious. We can surprise them before spring begins."
The winter has just ended, and those survivors should not prepare too many fortifications. This cold winter affects everyone equally.
Either defensive or offensive.
Black Snake snapped his fingers.
"Just do as you say!"
These days, Lucius's luck is very good.
As of the 10th day of the implementation of the wartime regulations, his little players had created a total of 371 reward points for him, which even exceeded his expectations.
Logically speaking, with the continuation of winter and the continuous blizzard, the range of activities for players should decrease.
However, the completion of daily tasks has not diminished.
While being moved in his heart, Lucius couldn't help but make up his mind that he must make good use of the wealth created for him by his little players.
Considering that the medicine is enough for the time being, except for the three high-level blind boxes, Lucius exchanged all the remaining 71 reward points for the basic blind boxes.
It's not that he still believe in metaphysics. The main reason is that Lucius had a boring single draw before, and opened a pack of high-yield rice seeds.
It was the second time he got seeds from a blind box after cotton seeds.
Without further ado, Lucius immediately used the bag of seeds in the soilless planting unit that had just harvested a batch of cabbage for breeding.
As for the rice seeds drawn out, which one has a higher yield than the rice seeds given away for free on the B3 floor, we will know when we compare them.
Continuing with the results of this lottery draw, although no seed was drawn, it was quite gratifying.
71 reward points, in addition to 25 lollipops, 15 chocolate bars, and 8 boxes of canned meat, there are actually 10 packs of 500g salt, 8 bottles of soy sauce, 2 bottles of vinegar, and 3 bags of 1.5 kg cornmeal.
Although these supplies cannot fundamentally solve the food crisis, it is undoubtedly a boon for small players who open stores.
There are new seasonings available.
Epic-level enhancements for professional life players!
The other three advanced blind boxes also did not disappoint Lucius.
A set of five types of "Light cavalry" exoskeletons, a hummingbird drone, and a carbon nano body armor.
To be honest, he couldn't believe how generous the Manager System was this time.
Now he has three Hummingbirds, and while overlooking the outpost and the Starwood farm, he can also send one to the forest.
After thinking for a while, Lucius planned to hang the five-type "Light cavalry" exoskeleton on the shelf of the NPC store.
Since the performance of the "Five Types" is more than twice that of the Miner Type I, Lucius simply added a zero to the price of the "Miner", which is 20,000 silver.
As for the purchase threshold.
The requirement is the same, Awakened (LV10) + Citizenship.
Just when Lucius was enjoying the harvest and enjoying the "Manager's allowance" sent out from the conveyor belt, Popo's voice suddenly came from the speaker next to the wall.
"Master, you have two little players who have reached LV10 again."
"Two?"
Lucius was taken aback for a moment, and immediately opened the manager system and switched to the player list.
I saw that in the list, the gene sequence level behind the two names was imprinted with the LV10 mark, and the login status was also the same as "locked for 5 hours".
"Tomorrow Seeker and Killing Chicken At Midnight?"
It turned out to be these two dear friends.
The awakening of Killing Chicken At Midnight is expected. This man himself is one of the players who entered the game early, and he is also a strength system, and he is very capable.
Lucius still remembered the feat of this guy cutting down more than 200 trees in three days.
"The power system is really easy to upgrade."
"The agile department seems to be second."
At present, the highest intelligence level in the whole server is '8th Level Gale', which has just reached LV9.
'Get Up Ten Times A Night' of the Perception Department has stopped at LV9 for a while, and it is estimated that he will be awakened in a short time.
Thinking of this, Lucius felt emotional.
His little players are so awesome, he has to work harder!
Otherwise, some people always think that the five months that he, Lucius, survived alone in the wasteland were for nothing.
What are you thinking? Play games and turn on the console, thinking that you are invincible?
Not to mention his "Magic costume" that the players helped him with, but the little arms and legs of the newbies, which are as slow as mosquitoes, can hang a hammer when they take off the equipment.
So far, Lucius is the only person in the whole server who has truly torn the crawler with his hands. The abundance of martial arts in shelter 404 is not just blown out.
However, it is still necessary to maintain the superiority in rank.
Not entirely out of caution, but mainly out of care for the players' game experience.
After all, as we all know, the leader NPC in the game is always the highest level.
If the level of the leader NPC is not as high as that of the player, then this game is too unreal!
...
Official Website Forum:
Sleepy Moon Fox: "It's the 10th day, buddy! There are still 50 days left before the end of the cold winter! This way how the hell I am going raise my levels?"
Richest Elf King: "God! There are still 50 days left!"
Tail: "Since we can't go out to fight, let's have a snowball fight! (｀?′)Ψ"
Sisi: "Oh, this is a good idea."
Get Up Ten Times A Night: "Hahaha, isn't there power system players, a bug, who beat us to death? ◝(⁰▿⁰)◜"
Tail: "How can this be, Tail is super fast, I can win no matter who is in front of me!"
The offline peak period of forums.
Just when everyone was going to the official website to exchange strategies as usual, an announcement popped up on the forum.
[ Full Server Announcement: Congratulations to the player "Tomorrow Seeker" who became the first LV10 player of the agility system in the whole server! ]
[ Since the player chooses to make it public, this achievement will be recorded in the Hall of Fame. ]
As soon as the announcement comes out.
The atmosphere on the forum boiled instantly.
Tail: "!! Someone is faster than Tail! w(?Д?)w"
Sisi: "Tail, wake up, he is a T0 boss anyway, what do you compare him to?"
Tail: "(っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ"
Richest Elf King: "Damn it, you hateful fraudster! Why the Elf King is not the fastest? ┻┻︵ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ︵┻┻"
The Thunder King: "Hey! One counts as one, you are all cheaters, okay? I didn't even enter the game! ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡"
Silver Hands: "Strongly request to reset the data after the official launch of the beta version! ಥ‿ಥ"
Silver Sword: "I agree! (･ัω･ั)"
Edge Paddle: "F*ck off, don't even think about it!"
Big Eyes in Debt: "Exactly! Do you know how hard it is for Paddle's brother to give away his head? (ﾉ≧∇≦)ﾉ ﾐ ┻━┻"
Edge Paddle: "Get out!"
Only on whether to delete files, players and cloud players can never reach a consensus.
It is the same today.
The two sides were divided into two factions, arguing over whether to clear the beta test data or not.
The two awakened people didn't show up from the beginning to the end, presumably they went to hide from the limelight.
After reading the posts in the forum, Lucius, who was peeking at the screen, had an old fatherly smile on his face.
Restart Data? Nonexistent.
That's what a serious game company does. Didn't he say that it is a serious game company?
These accounts are all his property!
However, players who entered the game early have begun to "Awaken" one after another.
It is foreseeable that in the next two months, players will usher in a wave of awakening peaks.
Waiting for the winter to pass, maybe he can make up a team of awakeners.
The quality of this individual soldier, as long as the equipment can keep up.
It's exciting to think about it!
...
No. 81 Steel Factory.
The production is in full swing, looking up at a lively scene.
With the mobilization of the "Wartime Regulations", more and more refugees are involved in production work. The number of workers in No. 81 Steel Factory has expanded to ninety, and they have been divided into multiple workshops according to different production tasks.
Workers who have already mastered production skills are promoted to foremen, and they lead those inexperienced apprentices to learn how to use the equipment in the factory to recycle the garbage picked up from the wasteland by the scavengers into what they need.
At this moment, in the No. 1 workshop of the No. 81 Steel Factory, a 20mm caliber cannon is displayed in the center of the workshop.
Box-type casing structure, with simple buffers on both sides, and an air-cooled box for heat dissipation at the root of the barrel.
The magazine is located right behind the receiver, close to the trigger, which is convenient for the gunner to load and can be operated by one person, which is very convenient.
In order to ensure the safety of the gunner and the ammunition rack, there is a slot at the front of the receiver, which can be installed or welded with 20mm steel plates.
This thickness is enough to resist most bullets and explosive fragments, providing the gunner with a relatively safe firing environment.
Standing next to Lucius, Brother Levin, one of the directors of No. 81 Steel Factory, sold it to him proudly.
"20mm caliber, 1500mm long barrel, 1300mm long rifling, 10 rounds can be stuffed into a magazine, and they can all be emptied in less than 5 seconds! As you can see, this equipment can definitely Become the nemesis of helicopters!"
Brother Yamasaa, who was standing on the other side, also said excitedly.
"That's right, my lord, not only is the nemesis of helicopters, I dare say that even crawlers and mutants running on the ground can't handle a flat shot!"
If it is miraculously carried.
Then do it again!
"Considering a variety of combat needs, we also designed phosphorus-containing incendiary bombs, steel-core armor-piercing bombs, and high-explosive bombs for it! Unfortunately, we didn't get the proximity fuze. The high-explosive bomb with the front trigger fuze has a small There is a small chance of misfiring, but it's not a big problem!"
"That's right, but isn't 10 rounds in a magazine too little?" Looking at the cannon in front of him, Lucius looked interested.
As if guessing that Master Manager would ask such a question, Brother Levin said with a smile.
"No problem! We can assemble four cannons and fire intermittently! That's 40 rounds!"
Brother Yamasaa also followed suit.
"That's right, if the firepower is not enough, we can also mount the eight-pack base! Drag it with a truck!"
Lucius nodded approvingly.
But at this moment, he suddenly remembered something, and then asked.
"By the way, what about the 88mm artillery you got before? Isn't there an experimental type? Why I didn't see it?"
In addition to anti-aircraft firepower, he also needs a sufficiently reliable support weapon right now.
The support mentioned here is not the unconscionable rocket of Mosquito.
It is the kind that can cooperate with the infantry on the front line and accurately drop explosives on the top of the enemy's head.
For some reason, after hearing Lucius's words, the expressions on the faces of Brother Yamasaa and Brother Levin coincided with each other in subtle ways.
The latter coughed lightly and said.
"The flight speed of the shells of that artillery can't be increased... We originally planned to change it to a howitzer, but we didn't have time. Then Mosquito came over and offered a price, saying that he planned to continue our research, so we put the unrifled barrels were all packaged and sold to him."
Speaking of this, Brother Yamasaa had an indignant expression on his face.
"It turned out that he didn't intend to continue our research at all. I later learned that he cut the barrel into small pieces and planned to make a short-caliber 88mm mortar."
Brother Levin shook his head and said.
"Simply whimsical!"
Hearing this sentence, Lucius was slightly taken aback.
Then he looked dumb.
Anti-aircraft artillery changed to mortar.
Does this work too?!
...
The southern suburbs of Caxton City.
Abandoned North Slope Industrial Area.
Dilapidated factory buildings and buildings abound here, and there are as many pieces of concrete scattered on the ground as there is snow floating in the sky.
In a factory with a fairly complete wall.
Ragged, emaciated slaves, under the supervision of marauder overseers with weapons and whips, were transporting supplies from warehouses into the factory buildings.
There is a very large boiler hanging here.
The furnace was filled with boiling molten iron, and the slaves beside him were still using shovels to send coal into the heating room. The whole room was as hot as summer.
The factory next door is just as hot.
More than 30 iron anvils are displayed in the wide factory building, and the bare-chested slaves are wielding hammers, beating hard on the red-hot castings on the anvils.
After hot forging, these rough castings will be sent to another workshop, processed by some skilled craftsmen using simple tools such as files, and sent to the last workshop by porters for assembly.
The supervisor next to him looked at the eyes of these slaves, making them feel instinctive fear, and their calves couldn't help trembling.
Those eyes didn't look like they were looking at people.
It's like watching meat on a chopping board.
However, if you can work here, at least you won't be eaten. As long as you work hard, you can live... This is the "Promise" given to them by the supervisors.
And those survivors who were kept in the dungeon were much worse.
They only have two endings.
Either become cannon fodder, or become rations. In winter, the latter is much more likely than the former.
In the office on the second floor of the factory building, it is as warm as spring.
Sitting behind an old desk, a slovenly man in a leather jacket with a wooden pipe dangling from his mouth.
The smoke from the burning spirit leaves made him squint his eyes intoxicated.
His name is Black Snake, the tenth commander of the Bone Chew Tribe, and he was ordered to lead a team of thousands of people to plunder southward, but stopped here because of the heavy snow.
Although the Snake Clan he belongs to is not as high as the Eagle Clan in the Bone Chew Tribe, it is still considered a direct descendant. Each of the nine centurions under him is a ruthless man who can conquer and fight well.
In fact, it was ten before.
However, the centurion named Kevin was attacked by local survivors in Spring City on his way to Spring City to establish an outpost, and his whereabouts are unknown.
Black Snake doesn't feel sorry for a mere centurion, as long as he wants to, he can promote another one at any time.
What really distressed him was the loss of nearly 150 brothers in that battle, as well as nearly a hundred rounds of 100mm shells and dozens of tons of rations.
Every time he thought of this, Black Snake felt angry.
Those prodigal sons!
He even poured all his nutrient cream into the sewer, and set his rat jerky and meat strips on fire!
Waste is shameful.
He swore that he would definitely recover the lost supplies from these people intact.
"It's so wonderful to hear the sound of blacksmithing... When winter is over, we can have two Centuries' equipment again!"
With nearly 1,000 slaves, the logistics problems of 1,500 people were solved.
These slaves can be used not only as labor, but also as food.
Black Snake felt that he was simply a genius.
The staff officer Vader standing aside looked at him, but the expression on his face was not very optimistic.
"This battle should not drag on for too long. You should have noticed that when your subordinates attacked the local survivor settlements, they encountered strong resistance twice... Obviously, those survivors have realized situation, even formed an alliance, and transferred the settlements on the outskirts."
"That's not good."
Black Snake's eyes narrowed slightly, a puff of smoke came out of his nose, and he continued.
"When they get together, we can just catch them all, so that we don't have to chase them around!"
Hearing this, Vader shook his head.
This idea is too idealistic!
He had learned from Kevin before that the survivors in the northern suburbs of Spring City suspected that they had mastered the production technology of stamping receivers.
This means that they can produce reliable weapons and ammunition in large quantities in a short period of time and at extremely low cost.
On the other hand, due to the lack of production equipment and effective logistical support on their side. Even if those slaves played a little role, to be honest, the role is quite limited.
The longer this war drags on, the more dangerous it will be for them!
However, compared to Vader, the commander-in-chief of Black Snake is very optimistic.
"Take it easy, my friend."
"I know they might be tough, but we've got that guy's 100mm howitzer!"
When a 20-kilogram shell hits it, no grass will grow within 30 meters, and the half-meter-thick concrete fortifications can be easily crushed!
That terrifying firepower is enough to make any survivor settlement below the scale of 10,000 people despair!
And they have two doors.
Black Snake leisurely added some dried shredded spirit leaves to the pipe, since there was nothing else to do this winter anyway.
Just then, there was a knock on the door outside the office.
After getting permission to come in, a predator wearing a fur coat walked in, gave a nondescript military salute, and said in a buzzing voice.
"Report!"
"Commander Lion Tooth sent someone to bring you a letter, saying that they have built an infantry fortification in Clay Town, inviting you to go and participate in the spring hunting together!"
"Clay Town?"
Black Snake subconsciously glanced at the map on the wall, but didn't see where that place was.
Vader, who was standing aside, reminded him aloud.
"Clay Town is located in the north of Spring City, about 10 kilometers away from the Tuna District of Spring City, and about 20 kilometers away from the concrete fortifications built by the survivors in the northern suburbs."
And the southern suburb of Caxton City where they are at the moment is probably located in the northeast of Spring City.
Pausing for a moment, Vader performed his duties as a staff officer and gave suggestions.
"The survivors in the northern suburbs of Spring City are not easy to deal with. It is a good choice to concentrate our forces to deal with them."
With two thousand-man teams, there are no problems that I worry about.
With so many people relying on numbers, they can still kill the survivors in the northern suburbs of Spring City!
However, his superior apparently didn't think so...
"Why should we be with them? We can take the northern suburbs of Spring City by ourselves." Black Snake narrowed his eyes slightly.
According to the rules of predators, whoever conquers the territory has the right to plunder!
Acting with the people of the Lion Tooth clan, he probably did not get enough filled with his loss.
But if he conquered the northern suburbs of Spring City by himself, it would be an opportunity to eat meat.
He has artillery, he has armor, and he has enough infantry to deal with a group of scavengers picking up junk.
Why let people share the credit of their own!
"Although Lion Tooth and I are both commanders, they are direct descendants. We act together, and his rank is half a rank higher than mine."
"The survivors in the northern suburbs are easy to deal with, but that boulder city is a tough nut to crack. If we act with them, we might be sent as cannon fodder by them."
Squinting those poisonous snake-like eyes, Black Snake continued to speak slowly.
"Not only can we not follow them, but we also have to get ahead of them and kill the prey with one blow in the shortest possible time!"
There was a little helplessness on Vader's face.
He knew very well that this man would not listen to him when making strategic decisions.
Predators are mostly the same. They see only the spoils in their eyes, and what drives them to fight is the savagery and fierceness carved in their bones, and nothing else.
Even though the people of the Bone Chew Tribe seem to be a little bit different, there is no difference in essence.
It's like a dog can't change eating shit.
Looking at Vader who fell into silence, Black Snake smiled relaxedly, and said a few words to comfort him.
"Relax, my friend, I didn't underestimate our opponents. I made this judgment after learning about their strength from the brothers who were withdrawn from the front line."
He still respects this military adviser who helped him win many battles.
If it were someone else, the grass on the grave would be two feet high.
"Would you like to come here? You are no longer a member of the legion, and there is no need to obey the rules of the legion. You can think about your glory and wealth with us."
Seeing the smoke from the Black Snake, Vader shook his head and said.
"No, I need to keep my head clear all the time."
People in the Legion don't smoke. Most drink.
For him, it is enough to have the three things of gold, beauty and wine.
Black Snake smiled and waved his pipe.
"It's this kind of thing. The spirit leaf can make you more energetic, but since you don't like it, forget it."
Leaning back on the chair, Black Snake looked at him and said.
"I need you to make a plan to help me win this war in the shortest possible time."
Vader thought for a while and said.
"How about mid-January?"
"At that time, the blizzard should have almost stopped, and the impact of the climate should not be very serious. We can surprise them before spring begins."
The winter has just ended, and those survivors should not prepare too many fortifications. This cold winter affects everyone equally.
Either defensive or offensive.
Black Snake snapped his fingers.
"Just do as you say!"
