North gate of the outpost.
The strong man with his feet on a wooden bench and a hemp rope around his neck begged for mercy with tears and snot.
His name is Badger.
But at this moment, he looked like a tapeworm.
"Please, don't kill me. I've told you everything you want to know. You said you would let me go!"
The players next to him couldn't bear it anymore and whispered.
"Isn't it too miserable?"
"Yeah... this guy has surrendered, maybe he can become our companion."
"It's a bit of a pity."
However, Chu Guang's expression did not change at all because of the strong man's begging for mercy.
There is no prison cell to keep prisoners in the outpost, and it is even more unrealistic to lock them up in the shelter. And it is foreseeable that no merchants interested in slaves will pass by here throughout the winter. Keeping these three prisoners will only waste food and bring hidden dangers.
As for intelligence?
What he asked was almost the same as what he had guessed.
Chu Guang never promised that he would spare their lives if they confessed honestly.
For all the unscrupulous things they had done, hanging was the most merciful punishment for these looters.
"Go to hell and repent."
Seeing that there was no hope of survival, the expression on the strong man's face instantly twisted and he cursed.
"You scum! Liar! I will not let you go even if I go to hell! Wait, the leader will avenge me, he will hang you on the street lamp, and let you watch your compatriots being slaughtered and raped"
Before he cursed more unpleasant words, Chu Guang, who was too lazy to listen to nonsense, kicked down the bench under the strong man's feet.
With a click, the man named "Badger" ended his sinful life on the gallows of justice at the outpost of Shelter No. 404.
Ward, the maker of the gallows, and Lai Wen and Yaer, who want to go to the toilet, watched from a distance with their eyes wide open.
None of them had 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 two of them turned pale, but not too pale.
After all, this is a game.
It's just that the expression of the hanged man is too curious.
Just like a real dead person.
"This game is always very realistic in strange details."
"Sin, sin, Amitabha."
Standing not far away and watching, Teng Teng felt a little emotional.
"War."
She is a casual player and doesn't enjoy the fun of fighting. Of course, this is also related to her intelligence attribute and her short legs that can't run fast.
She was depressed when she thought of this.
Is this reasonable?
It's not reasonable at all!
"It's okay! Sister will protect you!"
Yaya, who was standing next to her, smiled and wanted to put her hand on her shoulder, but accidentally put it on her head.
Teng Teng was frowning and clenched her fists.
"If you touch me again, I'll punch you."
Yaya quickly let go and explained in a panic.
"Eh? No, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to..."
"Okay, okay, I'll be annoying if you say it again."
The players nearby chattered, discussing when the next wave of attacks would come and how much stronger the attack would be than this time.
Confirm that the man on the gallows is dead.
Chu Guang looked at the two players closest to him, took out 5 copper coins from his pocket and threw them into their hands.
"Take these three bodies to the morgue, strip them naked and throw them together with the bodies of other looters."
"Wait until the generator is assembled and send them to the active substance extractor for refining."
The two players came to their senses and nodded immediately.
"Yes! Mr. Manager!"
...
It didn't take long to assemble the generator.
There are many players with good hands-on skills. Even if they can't understand the words in the manual, they can install all the parts by groping with their understanding of the generator structure and a few pictures.
The whole set of power generation equipment is divided into two parts, one is the vaporizer of firewood, and the other is the thermal generator driven by gas.
The structure of the former is very simple, essentially an airtight column with a cover on the top.
As the wood is fed in from the top, the firewood is first further dried during the slow sedimentation process, and finally cracked by the internal heat and partially burned in limited oxygen.
In this process, a lot of heat will be generated, and a layer of hot charcoal will be formed at the bottom of the airtight column, which will react with the steam generated by pyrolysis and other combustible gases, and finally form a mixed combustible gas rich in hydrogen, methane and carbon monoxide.
This is actually not a particularly advanced technology. During World War II, the German army used similar firewood vaporization equipment to power some tanks in the absence 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 is impossible to generalize.
However, it doesn't matter how much it consumes. The outpost is not short of firewood now. Just arrange one person to clean up the waste and stuff the wood in.
Through this power generation equipment, the outpost can stably provide a maximum of 10Kw of electricity. Even at full load, the consumption of firewood per hour is less than 10 kg, which can be said to be very cost-effective.
The generator started to operate successfully, and the nearby players cheered.
Their outpost finally has electricity!
Many tasks that could not be carried out before are now available.
"I'll go dig some wires!"
"Can wires from two hundred years ago still be used?"
"Those protected by insulating materials should be usable. If they are not usable, it doesn't matter. We can just melt them down and make them again. I'll try to make a transformer and a voltage stabilizer. Then we can use the electric furnace to make steel."
"Big brother, you're awesome!"
Chu Guang was very happy listening to the players' conversation.
The active substance extractor, which was covered with a thick layer of dust, finally started working, refining the corpses sent into the furnace into active substances.
Ten corpses were roughly recycled into four units, and the active substance deficit caused by a small player was finally made up.
"The battle is over? Did we win?" Looking at Chu Guang who was walking towards him, Xia Yan, who was waiting by the elevator, asked hurriedly.
Chu Guang replied casually.
"If I don't win, it's not me."
Xia Yan continued to ask.
"Is that group of people from the Blood Hand Clan?"
Chu Guang glanced at her.
"You know?"
"You don't need to know. They are the most famous ones in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City."
With a helpless expression, Xia Yan gave a warning.
"You'd better be careful. There may not be many people coming this time, but they are not as weak as they seem. A businessman hired a team of 20 mercenaries from Boulder City, probably for revenge or something. Guess what happened?"
"I don't like to guess, just tell me."
"Well... in the end, only one person escaped, and his arm was broken," Xia Yan took a deep breath and said, "The equipment of that mercenary team is still good, and the combat quality is also good. There are even two professional soldiers who retired from the Boulder City Militia. But fighting with predators is completely different from fighting with alien species, especially in urban areas."
"They buried iron can mines and bait bombs on the road, led the gnawers from the subway entrance to the shops along the street and locked them up, and even tamed mutant hyenas... According to the description of the person who came back alive, the battle was like a nightmare. They faced a group of gnawers who could shoot, lie down, support and sneak attack."
Whether it is a DIY iron pipe rifle or the most advanced assault rifle, hitting the vital point is a matter of one shot. Even if it didn't hit the vital part, at most it would be another shot.
The mercenaries in Boulder City are not regular troops, so they can't use very good protective gear. Most of them use wire keels and steel plates to protect their vital parts. Only a few wealthy ones can afford exoskeletons and full bulletproof armor.
"Maybe those mercenaries underestimated the enemy." Chu Guang said casually.
"Maybe, people in Boulder City look down on the countryside a little bit."
"For example, you?"
Xia Yan looked embarrassed and hurriedly explained.
"Well, of course not me."
Chu Guang smiled and didn't care.
Although I haven't been to Boulder City, it's not difficult to understand this sense of superiority just by looking at the longing eyes of the survivors on Beth Street when they mentioned it.
After all, it is the only "city" in Qingquan City and the only "orderly place" left in this area.
People living there, even if they are penniless, are still superior to people outside.
"Come to think of it, why do I feel like you're not scared?"
"What's there to be scared of? You even tore the crawler apart with your bare hands, how can you not beat them? Plus, you have so many people here," Xia Yan looked at Chu Guang strangely, seemingly not understanding why he asked such a strange question, "Why are you so nervous? Judging from the gunshots, there are only about seven or eight people at most, and it's in an open area."
"..."
emmm...
That makes sense.
Chu Guang didn't know how to refute for a moment.
...
Late at night.
An abandoned tire factory in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.
Looking at the man crawling on the steps, the bear leaning on the chair said in a lazy voice.
"How's the situation over there with the badger? Have all the spoils been brought back?"
According to the tradition of the tribe, whoever wins the spoils has the priority to enjoy them.
After bringing them back, everyone enjoys them together, without distinction between you and me.
Generally, if a survivor's base is captured, the looting team will usually stay there for a while, spend some time to have some fun, such as having a party and playing cat and mouse games, and collecting some spoils.
As the leader of the clan, Xiong can be sympathetic to his subordinates.
But seeing that it is already dark, it is impossible that he has not returned yet.
"...There is no news yet." The man crawling on the steps put his forehead to the ground, not daring to move a millimeter.
"No news yet?"
With his centipede-like brows furrowed, Bear's face showed a trace of displeasure, and he said impatiently, "I remember they set out in the morning."
"Yes."
"Too slow."
Bear stared at the man at the bottom of the stairs with a gloomy face, and said, "Send someone over there. If you meet them on the road, urge them to hurry up. If your people arrive and they haven't set out yet, come back and tell me."
"Yes!"
Looking at the badger walking out of the tent, Bear touched his beard on his chin, feeling inexplicably irritated.
How come the survivors' base of thirty people hasn't come back after so long?
Is there an accident?
But this possibility is very small.
Shaking his head, Bear decided not to think about this problem and got up from the chair.
Even if the other party is a hard bone that can't be chewed, with the badger's alertness, he will definitely be able to escape back.
There is only one possibility for no news for so long, that is, they forgot the time while playing, or it took some effort to loot the spoils.
The bear was no longer worried and felt much more relaxed.
Especially when he thought of the almost broken "toy" lying in the room, a chilling smile appeared on his rough and ugly face.
This winter should not be too boring.