Shelter, North gate.
The strong man with his feet on a wooden bench and a hemp rope around his neck begged for mercy with snot and tears.
His name is Badger. But at this moment, the poor one is like a worm.
"Please, don't kill me, I'll tell you everything you want to know, and you'll let me go!"
The players next to them couldn't bear it any longer, talking quietly.
"Will it be too miserable?"
"Yeah... this guy has surrendered, maybe he can become our companion."
"It's a pity."
However, Lucius's expression did not change because of the strong man's begging for mercy.
There are no cells in the outpost to hold prisoners, and it is even more unrealistic to lock them in a shelter. And it is foreseeable that there will be no businessmen who are interested in slaves passing here throughout the winter. Keeping these three captives will only waste food and bring hidden dangers.
As for intelligence? What was asked was not much different from what I had guessed. Luciuske never promised that he would spare their lives if he told them honestly.
These looters are counted one by one, and hanged is already the most merciful punishment for them for the unconscionable things they have done.
"Go to hell and repent."
Seeing that there was no hope of survival, the expression on the strong man's face instantly distorted, and he cursed loudly.
"You scum! Liar! I won't let you go even if I go to hell! Just wait, the leader will avenge me, he will hang you on the street lamp, let you watch your compatriots be slaughtered evil--"
Before he could utter even worse words, Lucius, who was too lazy to listen to nonsense, kicked down the bench under the strong man's feet.
Hearing a click, the man named "Badger" ended his sinful life on the gallows of justice in the outpost of Shelter No.404.
The makers of the gallows [ Ward's Beriberi Levin ] and [ Yamasaa, I Want To Go To The Toilet ] watched from afar with their eyes straightened. None of them thought that the gallows they made on a whim for the atmosphere would actually come in handy one day.
Looking at the corpse hanging there, the faces of the two turned pale, but not too pale.
After all, this is a game. It's just that the expression of the man who was hanged was too curious.
Like a real dead person.
"This game has always been very realistic in the weird details."
"“We are here for you and your family, now and forever.”."
Standing not far away watching, Shuri felt a little emotional.
"War."
She is a casual player and doesn't really enjoy the fun of fighting. Of course, this is also related to her intelligence attributes and her short legs. Just thinking about it made her depressed.
Is this reasonable? It's not reasonable at all!
"It's okay! Don't worry you sister will protects you!"
Yaya, who was standing beside her, giggled. SHe wanted to put her hand on Shuri shoulder, but accidentally placed it on top of her head.
Shuri's head was covered with black lines, and her fists were clenched tightly.
"I'll give you another punch."
Yaya quickly let go, explaining in a panic, "Eh? No, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to—"
"Okay, okay, it's annoying to talk about it."
The nearby players were chattering, discussing when the next wave of offensive would come, and how much stronger the attack would be than this time.
Make sure the man on the gallows is dead. Lucius looked at the two players closest to him, took out 5 copper coins from his pocket and threw them in their hands.
"Take these three bodies to the morgue, strip them naked and throw them with the bodies of other looters."
"After the generator is assembled, it will be sent to the active material extractor for refining."
The two players came back to their senses and nodded immediately.
"Yes! Master Manager!"
...
Assembling the generator didn't take long.
Many of these players are masters with good hands-on skills. Even if they can't understand the words on the manual at all, relying on their understanding of the structure of the generator and a few pictures, they fumbled to install all the parts. .
The whole set of power generation equipment is divided into two parts, one is the carburetor of firewood, and the other is the thermal power generator driven by gas. The former has a simple structure, essentially an airtight column with a cover on top.
As the wood is fed in from the top, the firewood is first further dried during the slow settling process, finally cracked by the internal heat and partially combusted in the limited oxygen.
A large amount of heat is generated during this process, and a layer of hot charcoal is formed at the point of the airtight column, which reacts with steam generated by pyrolysis and other combustible gases, and finally forms a mixed combustible gas rich in hydrogen, methane and carbon monoxide .
This is actually not a particularly clever technology. During World War II, the German army used similar firewood vaporization equipment to provide power for some tanks under the condition of lack of fuel.
Generally speaking, 3-4 kg of firewood is equivalent to 1L of gasoline, and the specific consumption depends on the type, density and dryness of the firewood, so it cannot be generalized. However, it doesn't matter how much it consumes. The most indispensable thing in the outpost is firewood. Just arrange for someone to clean up the waste and stuff the wood in.
Through this power generation equipment, a maximum of 10KW of power can be stably provided to the outpost. Even under full load, the firewood consumption per hour is less than 10 kg, which can be said to be very cost-effective.
The generator started running successfully, and there was a cheer from the nearby players. Their outpost finally has electricity! Many tasks that could not have been carried out before are now possible.
"I'll go dig some wires and come back!"
"Can the wires from two hundred years ago still work?"
"The insulating material should be usable, and it doesn't matter if it can't be used. At worst, it will be melted and redone. I will think of a way to see if I can make a transformer and a voltage stabilizer. At that time, we will directly go to the electric furnace for steelmaking."
"Big boss!"
Listening to the conversation of the players, Lucius was also very happy. The active substance extractor with a thick layer of ash finally started to work, refining the corpses sent into the furnace into active substances. The ten corpses recovered about four units, which finally made up for the shortfall of active substances caused by a small player.
"The battle is over? You won?" Seeing Lucius approaching, Sumeria, who was waiting by the elevator, asked hastily.
Lucius replied casually, "It's not me who didn't win."
Sumeria continued to ask, "That group belongs to the Bloody Hand clan?"
Lucius glanced at her, "You know?"
"You don't need to know, they are the ones who are more famous in the northern suburbs of Spring City."
Making a helpless expression, Sumeria exhorted.
"You'd better be careful, there may not be many people here this time, but they are not as weak as they seem on the surface. There was a businessman before, probably for revenge or something, hired a team of twenty from Boulder City Human mercenaries, guess what happened?"
"I don't like to guess, you just say it."
"Well... Anyway, only one escaped in the end, and one arm was broken." Sumeria took a deep breath and said, "The equipment of the mercenary team is not bad, and the fighting quality is not bad. There are even two A professional soldier who retired from the Boulder City Militia. But fighting looters is a completely different thing from fighting aliens, especially in urban areas."
"They planted tin mines on the road, baited bombs, lured the eaters from the subway entrance to the shops along the street and locked them up, and even tamed the mutant hyenas... According to the person who came back alive, the battle was like a nightmare , they are facing a group of nibblers who can shoot, lie down, support and sneak attack."
Whether it's a DIY iron-barreled rifle or a state-of-the-art assault rifle, hitting the nail on the head is a matter of one shot. Even if it misses the point, at most it will be another shot.
The mercenaries in Boulder City are not a regular army, so it is impossible to use very good protective gear. Most of them use wire keels and steel plates to protect their vitals. Only a few rich people can afford exoskeletons and full armor.
"Maybe those mercenaries underestimated the enemy." Lucius said casually.
"Maybe, people in Boulder City somewhat look down on the countryside."
"Like you?"
Sumeria looked embarrassed and hurriedly explained.
"Well, of course not including me."
Lucius smiled and didn't care.
Although I have never been to Boulder City, it is not difficult to understand this sense of superiority just by looking at the yearning eyes of the survivors on Beit Street when they mentioned it.
After all, it is the only "city" in Spring City, and it is also the only "place of order" left in this area. The people living there, even if they are poor, are still superior to those outside.
"Speaking of which, why do I feel that you are not very scared?"
"What's there to be afraid of? You can even beat the crawlers and tore it apart with your hands? Plus you have so many people here." Sumeria gave Lucius a strange look, as if she didn't understand why he asked such a strange question. "Why are you so nervous? Listening to the gunshots, there were only about seven or eight people at most, and it was still in an open field."
"..."
Emmm...
It makes sense.
Lucius didn't know how to refute for a while.
...
Late at night.
In the northern suburbs of Spring City, an abandoned tire factory.
Looking at the man crawling under the steps, the bear leaning on the chair said in a lazy voice.
"How's the situation on Badger's side? Have all the trophies been brought back?"
According to the tradition of the tribe, whoever takes the spoils has the priority to enjoy them. After bringing it back, everyone can enjoy it together, regardless of you and me.
Generally, if the survivors' stronghold is captured, the raiding team that fights the autumn wind will usually stay there for a while, spend some time having some fun, such as throwing a party to play a game of cat and mouse, and search for some loot by the way.
As the leader of the clan, Bear can sympathize with his subordinates. But seeing that the sky is already dark, it's not possible that he hasn't come back yet.
"...There is no news yet." The man crawling under the steps pressed his forehead to the ground, not daring to move a millimeter away.
"No news yet?"
Frowning like a centipede, Bear's face showed a trace of displeasure, and said impatiently, "I remember they set off in the morning."
"Yes."
"Too slow."
With a sullen face, Bear stared at the man under the steps and said, "Send someone there, and if you meet them on the road, urge them to hurry up. If your people arrive and they haven't set off yet, you can come back and tell me."
"Yes!"
Seeing person walking out of the tent, Bear stroked the beard on his chin, feeling inexplicably agitated. The survivor stronghold of 30 people, why hasn't come back after tossing for so long?
Could it be an accident? However, this possibility is very small.
Shaking his head, Bear decided not to think about it and got up from his chair. Even if the opponent is a hard bone that cannot be chewed, with Badger's vigilance, he will definitely be able to escape.
There is only one possibility that there is no news for such a long time, and that is that they forgot the time when they were playing, or it took a while to search for the loot.
Bear no longer worried, and his mood relaxed a lot. Especially when he thought of the almost broken "toy" paralyzed in the room, and that rough and ugly face, he couldn't help but squeeze out a chilling smile.
This winter shouldn't be too boring.
.....
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Shelter, North gate.
The strong man with his feet on a wooden bench and a hemp rope around his neck begged for mercy with snot and tears.
His name is Badger. But at this moment, the poor one is like a worm.
"Please, don't kill me, I'll tell you everything you want to know, and you'll let me go!"
The players next to them couldn't bear it any longer, talking quietly.
"Will it be too miserable?"
"Yeah... this guy has surrendered, maybe he can become our companion."
"It's a pity."
However, Lucius's expression did not change because of the strong man's begging for mercy.
There are no cells in the outpost to hold prisoners, and it is even more unrealistic to lock them in a shelter. And it is foreseeable that there will be no businessmen who are interested in slaves passing here throughout the winter. Keeping these three captives will only waste food and bring hidden dangers.
As for intelligence? What was asked was not much different from what I had guessed. Luciuske never promised that he would spare their lives if he told them honestly.
These looters are counted one by one, and hanged is already the most merciful punishment for them for the unconscionable things they have done.
"Go to hell and repent."
Seeing that there was no hope of survival, the expression on the strong man's face instantly distorted, and he cursed loudly.
"You scum! Liar! I won't let you go even if I go to hell! Just wait, the leader will avenge me, he will hang you on the street lamp, let you watch your compatriots be slaughtered evil--"
Before he could utter even worse words, Lucius, who was too lazy to listen to nonsense, kicked down the bench under the strong man's feet.
Hearing a click, the man named "Badger" ended his sinful life on the gallows of justice in the outpost of Shelter No.404.
The makers of the gallows [ Ward's Beriberi Levin ] and [ Yamasaa, I Want To Go To The Toilet ] watched from afar with their eyes straightened. None of them thought that the gallows they made on a whim for the atmosphere would actually come in handy one day.
Looking at the corpse hanging there, the faces of the two turned pale, but not too pale.
After all, this is a game. It's just that the expression of the man who was hanged was too curious.
Like a real dead person.
"This game has always been very realistic in the weird details."
"“We are here for you and your family, now and forever.”."
Standing not far away watching, Shuri felt a little emotional.
"War."
She is a casual player and doesn't really enjoy the fun of fighting. Of course, this is also related to her intelligence attributes and her short legs. Just thinking about it made her depressed.
Is this reasonable? It's not reasonable at all!
"It's okay! Don't worry you sister will protects you!"
Yaya, who was standing beside her, giggled. SHe wanted to put her hand on Shuri shoulder, but accidentally placed it on top of her head.
Shuri's head was covered with black lines, and her fists were clenched tightly.
"I'll give you another punch."
Yaya quickly let go, explaining in a panic, "Eh? No, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to—"
"Okay, okay, it's annoying to talk about it."
The nearby players were chattering, discussing when the next wave of offensive would come, and how much stronger the attack would be than this time.
Make sure the man on the gallows is dead. Lucius looked at the two players closest to him, took out 5 copper coins from his pocket and threw them in their hands.
"Take these three bodies to the morgue, strip them naked and throw them with the bodies of other looters."
"After the generator is assembled, it will be sent to the active material extractor for refining."
The two players came back to their senses and nodded immediately.
"Yes! Master Manager!"
...
Assembling the generator didn't take long.
Many of these players are masters with good hands-on skills. Even if they can't understand the words on the manual at all, relying on their understanding of the structure of the generator and a few pictures, they fumbled to install all the parts. .
The whole set of power generation equipment is divided into two parts, one is the carburetor of firewood, and the other is the thermal power generator driven by gas. The former has a simple structure, essentially an airtight column with a cover on top.
As the wood is fed in from the top, the firewood is first further dried during the slow settling process, finally cracked by the internal heat and partially combusted in the limited oxygen.
A large amount of heat is generated during this process, and a layer of hot charcoal is formed at the point of the airtight column, which reacts with steam generated by pyrolysis and other combustible gases, and finally forms a mixed combustible gas rich in hydrogen, methane and carbon monoxide .
This is actually not a particularly clever technology. During World War II, the German army used similar firewood vaporization equipment to provide power for some tanks under the condition of lack of fuel.
Generally speaking, 3-4 kg of firewood is equivalent to 1L of gasoline, and the specific consumption depends on the type, density and dryness of the firewood, so it cannot be generalized. However, it doesn't matter how much it consumes. The most indispensable thing in the outpost is firewood. Just arrange for someone to clean up the waste and stuff the wood in.
Through this power generation equipment, a maximum of 10KW of power can be stably provided to the outpost. Even under full load, the firewood consumption per hour is less than 10 kg, which can be said to be very cost-effective.
The generator started running successfully, and there was a cheer from the nearby players. Their outpost finally has electricity! Many tasks that could not have been carried out before are now possible.
"I'll go dig some wires and come back!"
"Can the wires from two hundred years ago still work?"
"The insulating material should be usable, and it doesn't matter if it can't be used. At worst, it will be melted and redone. I will think of a way to see if I can make a transformer and a voltage stabilizer. At that time, we will directly go to the electric furnace for steelmaking."
"Big boss!"
Listening to the conversation of the players, Lucius was also very happy. The active substance extractor with a thick layer of ash finally started to work, refining the corpses sent into the furnace into active substances. The ten corpses recovered about four units, which finally made up for the shortfall of active substances caused by a small player.
"The battle is over? You won?" Seeing Lucius approaching, Sumeria, who was waiting by the elevator, asked hastily.
Lucius replied casually, "It's not me who didn't win."
Sumeria continued to ask, "That group belongs to the Bloody Hand clan?"
Lucius glanced at her, "You know?"
"You don't need to know, they are the ones who are more famous in the northern suburbs of Spring City."
Making a helpless expression, Sumeria exhorted.
"You'd better be careful, there may not be many people here this time, but they are not as weak as they seem on the surface. There was a businessman before, probably for revenge or something, hired a team of twenty from Boulder City Human mercenaries, guess what happened?"
"I don't like to guess, you just say it."
"Well... Anyway, only one escaped in the end, and one arm was broken." Sumeria took a deep breath and said, "The equipment of the mercenary team is not bad, and the fighting quality is not bad. There are even two A professional soldier who retired from the Boulder City Militia. But fighting looters is a completely different thing from fighting aliens, especially in urban areas."
"They planted tin mines on the road, baited bombs, lured the eaters from the subway entrance to the shops along the street and locked them up, and even tamed the mutant hyenas... According to the person who came back alive, the battle was like a nightmare , they are facing a group of nibblers who can shoot, lie down, support and sneak attack."
Whether it's a DIY iron-barreled rifle or a state-of-the-art assault rifle, hitting the nail on the head is a matter of one shot. Even if it misses the point, at most it will be another shot.
The mercenaries in Boulder City are not a regular army, so it is impossible to use very good protective gear. Most of them use wire keels and steel plates to protect their vitals. Only a few rich people can afford exoskeletons and full armor.
"Maybe those mercenaries underestimated the enemy." Lucius said casually.
"Maybe, people in Boulder City somewhat look down on the countryside."
"Like you?"
Sumeria looked embarrassed and hurriedly explained.
"Well, of course not including me."
Lucius smiled and didn't care.
Although I have never been to Boulder City, it is not difficult to understand this sense of superiority just by looking at the yearning eyes of the survivors on Beit Street when they mentioned it.
After all, it is the only "city" in Spring City, and it is also the only "place of order" left in this area. The people living there, even if they are poor, are still superior to those outside.
"Speaking of which, why do I feel that you are not very scared?"
"What's there to be afraid of? You can even beat the crawlers and tore it apart with your hands? Plus you have so many people here." Sumeria gave Lucius a strange look, as if she didn't understand why he asked such a strange question. "Why are you so nervous? Listening to the gunshots, there were only about seven or eight people at most, and it was still in an open field."
"..."
Emmm...
It makes sense.
Lucius didn't know how to refute for a while.
...
Late at night.
In the northern suburbs of Spring City, an abandoned tire factory.
Looking at the man crawling under the steps, the bear leaning on the chair said in a lazy voice.
"How's the situation on Badger's side? Have all the trophies been brought back?"
According to the tradition of the tribe, whoever takes the spoils has the priority to enjoy them. After bringing it back, everyone can enjoy it together, regardless of you and me.
Generally, if the survivors' stronghold is captured, the raiding team that fights the autumn wind will usually stay there for a while, spend some time having some fun, such as throwing a party to play a game of cat and mouse, and search for some loot by the way.
As the leader of the clan, Bear can sympathize with his subordinates. But seeing that the sky is already dark, it's not possible that he hasn't come back yet.
"...There is no news yet." The man crawling under the steps pressed his forehead to the ground, not daring to move a millimeter away.
"No news yet?"
Frowning like a centipede, Bear's face showed a trace of displeasure, and said impatiently, "I remember they set off in the morning."
"Yes."
"Too slow."
With a sullen face, Bear stared at the man under the steps and said, "Send someone there, and if you meet them on the road, urge them to hurry up. If your people arrive and they haven't set off yet, you can come back and tell me."
"Yes!"
Seeing person walking out of the tent, Bear stroked the beard on his chin, feeling inexplicably agitated. The survivor stronghold of 30 people, why hasn't come back after tossing for so long?
Could it be an accident? However, this possibility is very small.
Shaking his head, Bear decided not to think about it and got up from his chair. Even if the opponent is a hard bone that cannot be chewed, with Badger's vigilance, he will definitely be able to escape.
There is only one possibility that there is no news for such a long time, and that is that they forgot the time when they were playing, or it took a while to search for the loot.
Bear no longer worried, and his mood relaxed a lot. Especially when he thought of the almost broken "toy" paralyzed in the room, and that rough and ugly face, he couldn't help but squeeze out a chilling smile.
This winter shouldn't be too boring.
.....
If you wanna read 35+ advanced chapters, check out my Patreon page...
patreon.com/KarmaLord
