North Gate of Bate Street.
Looking at the guns and ammunition being loaded onto the wagons for transport, Old Walter, who was guarding the prisoners, clicked his tongue, feeling mixed emotions.
"If that guy had distributed the guns earlier, he might not have lost."
The survivors of Bate Street had never touched a gun, because their respected mayor had never intended to let them afford it.
As for the reason, he could think it through.
Compared to those looters who could be appeased with money, the starving scavengers under his feet were what he was really afraid of.
Old Charlie, who had just returned from appeasing the survivors, happened to hear this sentence, smiled faintly, and replied casually.
"The result is the same."
"Why?"
"Do you have faith?"
Old Walter was stunned.
"Faith?"
Charlie looked at the blue coats who were full of energy and sticking to their posts, and said meaningfully.
"They have."
The reason why this world has become a wasteland has never been because of a terrible weapon, but the despair of witnessing the collapse of heaven.
Before being sold here, he had seen local tycoons who used bionic robots to plow the fields, war maniacs who installed nuclear fusion engines on airships, and madmen who installed eight modified prostheses and turned themselves into octopuses.
Many of his compatriots who came out of the same shelter with him were obviously good people before the door was opened, but they went crazy not long after they came out.
There are also many people who choose to commit suicide because they can't accept the cruel reality.
And these blue coats seem to be completely the other extreme.
How to say it...
They seem a little optimistic and abnormal?
Old Charlie couldn't think of how to describe their state.
But one thing is certain, if even the despair of the collapse of heaven cannot destroy them, then they must have some strong belief in their hearts to support them.
Not noticing what Old Charlie was thinking, the two little players standing guard at the door were killing time by talking nonsense.
"I have the following six opinions on the situation in Afghanistan..."
"You are right, but the Vatican has a permanent population of 800 people, and there are 47 million kangaroos in Australia alone. If the kangaroos decide to invade the Vatican, then every Vatican resident will have to fight 58,750 kangaroos."
"By the way, that old man seems to be looking at us?"
"Is there a mission for us to do?"
"No, there is no exclamation mark on the map, and he is not wearing a VM."
"Forget it, let's ignore the old guy... By the way, where was I just now?"
...
The generator that powers the castle is located on the first floor. It is the same model that Chu Guang bought from Lister before. Both are a combination of wood vaporizer + gas generator.
However, the power of this firewood generator is much greater than the one Chu Guang bought before. The four feed ports are connected to four huge cylinders, and the maximum output power can reach 150KW!
It is a waste to put the generator in this castle.
Chu Guang plans to take it back.
The power of the "power grid" of the outpost is only 10KW, which is already very tight to power an active substance extractor.
150KW, can do a lot of things!
However, before moving it back, Chu Guang still has to use it.
The players skillfully stuffed the firewood into the feed port and turned on the power switch. As the generator started working again, the lighting in the castle was restored.
Chu Guang, carrying a sledgehammer, stepped into the castle and took the elevator directly to the top floor.
According to the players' reports, this is the old mayor's study.
Chu Guang asked them not to rummage through the things here, and everything will be settled after he comes.
These players followed the instructions, except that the walls of the study were not gnawed off by them.
The elevator stopped steadily.
Looking at the fireplace opposite and the firewood neatly stacked in a triangle in the fireplace, Chu Guang couldn't help but smack his tongue.
"It's so fucking corrupt."
Even the corridor is heated!
Does this old leech usually not wear clothes at home?
The picture was a bit eye-catching, so Chu Guang decided not to imagine it.
Walking through the carpeted corridor, Chu Guang went straight to the study room marked by him with a special mark on the VM map.
Rather than a study room, this place is more like a collection room.
In addition to some pre-war novels, poetry collections, and cooking recipes on the bookshelf, there are also some strange gadgets and ornaments.
Chu Guang reached out and took a small brass pistol from the bookshelf. He held it in his hand and looked at it for a while. Then he pointed it at the wall and pulled the trigger. A small flame shot out of the muzzle.
"Lighter?"
In addition to the lighter that looked like a pistol, there was also a beetle clock made of golden springs and gears, which looked very valuable.
Chu Guang even found a few gold bars in a rusty iron box.
It seems that gold is not a rare thing in Qingquan City, at least not as valuable as those colorful chips.
Otherwise, it would not be thrown here.
"Tsk, this stingy guy."
"You didn't leave me any chips!"
Admiring his trophies for a while.
Chu Guang put these flashy things aside for the time being and his eyes fell on the radio on the desk.
Walking forward, he reached out and pressed the switch.
After a brief pause, melodious and soothing music and noisy electric current sound soon floated out from the old speaker.
Chu Guang was surprised.
"There is a signal?"
Is it from Boulder City?
Or another survivor settlement...
Chu Guang was about to tune in to see if there were other channels.
However, just when his hand touched the black knob, the melodious and soothing music stopped abruptly, and was replaced by a slick host.
"...Here's a news story. A fight involving hundreds of people broke out in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, to our north. A group of refugees suspected to be from the north attacked the local survivors' settlement with rifles made of water pipes. Their most advanced weapon was a ridiculous smoothbore cannon?"
"Tsk, tsk, how cruel! We saw those refugees blasting open the doors of local people's homes with black gunpowder and smashing their skulls with gun butts. They hanged men on the city gates and tied women with ropes. All the women, from one year old to fifty years old, were dragged to the dark alleys... Tsk, tsk, tsk, these beasts are so barbaric."
Chu Guang: "...?"
Is this host on drugs?
Why are they talking so much nonsense?
The window of the study faces the Fifth Ring Road in the north of Qingquan City.
Chu Guang looked out the window and could only vaguely see rows of uneven, crooked high-rise ruins and the remains of elevated roads and bridges.
The city further away was either blocked or blurred by the winter fog.
"... Can you see here from Boulder City?"
Or did they set up an observation station along the Fifth Ring Road or on a tall building? Using a large telescope to observe secretly?
Chu Guang raised his eyebrows slightly.
Interesting.
The sound on the radio continued to play.
After compiling the barbaric deeds of the northern refugees, the host on the radio changed the subject again and inserted an advertisement in the news.
"The continued unrest in the northern part of the Valley Province is threatening the security of the southern region. Giant Stone Military Industry reminds you that guns are the foundation of life. For your safety, we solemnly recommend our latest products to you - Salamander Assault Rifle, Dragon Fruit Grenade Launcher and Crowbar Bread served in the cafeteria of Workshop No. 1."
"If even these can't keep your neighbors calm, we also provide a series of military outsourcing services including persuasion and mediation."
"As long as you have enough chips in your pocket, the mercenaries of Boulder City will never let you down!"
...
[Mission: Liberate Bette Street (Completed)]
[Description: The flag of Shelter No. 404 is flying over the castle of Bette Street. Our enemies are running away, dropping their weapons and surrendering. Although the whereabouts of Old Leech are unknown, it doesn't matter. The people of Bette Street will thank us, and they will embrace a better tomorrow. ]
[Reward: 50 silver coins, 100 contribution points, a chance to draw a lottery, a bottle of 330 ml wine, and Xiaoyu's thanks. ]
At noon.
Almost at the same time, the players standing in front of the castle received the reminder of the completion of the mission, and their faces showed surprised expressions.
"Huh?! Am I seeing things? What is a chance to draw a lottery?"
"Wow, the internal test hasn't even started yet, and the lottery function has already been made!"
"Blindly guessing that the next function is to draw cards!"
"Operator: Testing the money-making system is also part of the closed beta test. If you don't like it, don't play it. It's so funny."
"I drew! Hey, I actually got a brass pistol lighter?!"
"Fuck, I'll come too... Damn! Why the hell did I draw a sheep's horn potato!"
"Hahahaha, the African is confirmed!"
Of course.
Not everyone is busy drawing a lottery.
For example, a short-haired girl.
"Xiaoyu's thanks! Woohoo, how will Xiaoyu thank Weiba! Will Weiba hug you? Can you hold me and take a bite?"
Standing aside, Sisi sighed and poked Weiba's arm with the butt of the gun.
"Don't blame me for not reminding you. You will be kicked offline if you are too perverted."
The lottery function was developed by Chu Guang last night. I haven't found a chance to use it, so I edited it in the task rewards to test it out.
So far, the feedback from players seems to be pretty good?
Although the prizes in the prize pool are all small gadgets that do not affect the balance of the game, the occasional excited shouting of one or two European emperors can always push the atmosphere to a climax.
What surprised Chu Guang was that from the players' reactions, the recognized SSSR was not an iron barrel rifle priced at 150 silver coins, but the useless "brass pistol".
The brass appearance looks very much like a "golden legend", and the cool shape is even more cool.
The only drawback is that you can't shoot, you can only light a cigarette, after all, this thing is a lighter.
But it doesn't matter!
Anyone who has played "The Lost World" knows that weapons with names are not necessarily better than those orange equipment with popular names, but people still keep them as collections and take them to the forum to pretend to be big brothers and deceive newbies.
The same is true for "Wasteland Online".
"Legendary" weapons do not provide any damage bonus to bullets. Whether it is the submachine gun of the 猹 or the hunting rifle of the bear, except for a unique story, they are no better than those iron rifles bought from the Boulder City.
Of course, it is not to say that the lighter of the old leech is completely useless. After all, the players in the outpost base now mainly rely on matches to light fires.
This lighter with piezoelectric ceramics is still relatively "high-tech".
Brother Mosquito, who drew a sheep's horn potato, shouted angrily in the square.
"Bad review! Why don't you hold an auction this time! I want the lighter of that old leech!"
The players around him all laughed at him.
You are so stupid to raise your sign!
No G group rules this time, you are dumbfounded.
[Makabazi] who got the lighter was grinning, and wanted to wear the VM around his neck to show off.
"Do you want 1,000 silver coins? This is the only chance."
"Fuck! A lighter for 1,000! You are fucking robbing me!"
Who the hell can come up with four figures!
Brother Ba raised his eyebrows with a smug look on his face.
He didn't intend to sell it at all, so of course the price he quoted was nonsense.
"1000 silver once, 1000 silver twice... Is there anyone holding up a sign? No? Great, now it's 1500."
Mosquito: "%￥#@!"
After the task is completed, the rewarded silver coins and contribution points will be credited immediately.
As for the prizes and wines awarded as task rewards, you need to wait until you return to the outpost to collect them at the NPC warehouse.
It's better to save the drinking for the victory celebration dinner.
If the wine is distributed to the players now, Chu Guang is really worried that these little fools will drink it and lose connection on the spot, and he will have to arrange for someone to carry it back for them.
That's just asking for trouble.
In addition to the rewards that everyone can receive, there are also some players who perform additional tasks who will receive additional rewards, and these rewards are mainly composed of silver coins and copper coins, which will not affect the balance, nor will it make the players who don't receive them suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder.
In fact, Chu Guang has recently been considering developing a military merit system in addition to the contribution system, making some electronic medals and military ranks, and further distinguishing the growth paths of life-professional players from combat-professional players.
However, this will cause other problems.
Sure enough, we should wait until there are more people and players need to go out to expand the territory before considering enriching this part of the gameplay.
At the gate of the castle.
Chu Guang found Old Charlie and asked him to do a simple statistics of the supplies on Beth Street.
Old Charlie was familiar with this work. He quickly found the account book left in the warehouse and took Chu Guang to the granary to check it.
"The granary on Bethe Street has a total of 8,000 kilograms of yams, 12,000 kilograms of green wheat, 5,000 kilograms of cabbage, 800 kilograms of dried meat, 30 kilograms of coarse salt, and two sacks of pepper and Sichuan peppercorns... All the supplies are recorded in this account book, and every withdrawal of supplies is recorded. Please take a look."
As he spoke, Old Charlie handed the wrinkled account book to Chu Guang respectfully.
After Chu Guang took the account book, he glanced at it roughly.
What surprised him was that in addition to the reserve grain, there were actually two bags of 500g of refined salt and 20 kilograms of white sugar in the warehouse.
There were even soy sauce and vinegar!
The food of this old leech is a bit too good.
"What about the reserve materials other than food and weapons?"
Old Charlie replied respectfully.
"The warehouse is mainly stocked with furs for trading, which can be found at the back of this account book. But after Lister's caravan came here last time, the people of the Blood Hand Clan came here again to extort money, and there are not many left in the warehouse."
"In addition, there are 173 chips and a hyena cub's fur in the grocery store. Although it is not in the account book, I have packed it for you. It is on the table at the door of the warehouse."
Chu Guang nodded.
173 chips is a considerable amount.
As for the batch of furs that Old Leech gave to Blood Hand, they are now in his warehouse. Some of them seem to have been bought by Teng Teng to make clothes, and many players are wearing them.
Just when he was about to let Old Charlie take him around the warehouse, a dusty little player came over from the direction of the castle.
"Mr. Manager!"
Looking at Midnight Killing Chicken who came back alone, Chu Guang probably guessed the result, but still looked at him and asked.
"What's the situation?"
Midnight Killing Chicken said with a guilty look.
"...When we went down, there was an explosion in the passage, and then the sewage flooded our soles. We continued to move forward and soon encountered several frightened rats and mutant cockroaches... After getting rid of them, we used a shovel to try to clean up the collapsed rubble, but the wooden beams of the passage had broken. As we dug, the front collapsed. We had no choice but to withdraw."
Sewage?
It seems that the underground passage of this wine cellar should be connected to the sewer of Qingquan City. When the old leech lit the explosives, he probably blew up the water pipe buried nearby.
After listening to Midnight Killing Chicken's report, Chu Guang did not blame him, but just nodded.
"I know. You have done a good job. Don't blame yourself."
Forget it if you can't find it.
The survivors of Beth Street have already known the old leech's crime. No matter he is dead or alive, the people here will never let him come back.
After saying that, Chu Guang extended his index finger and slid it on the VM screen, clicking "Confirm completion" for the task of this little player.
Watching [Midnight Killing Chicken] leave happily, Chu Guang then looked at Old Charlie and threw the account book in his hand into his hand.
"I will take away all the supplies in the warehouse, and half of the food. The rest will be temporarily placed here for the residents of Beth Street to buy. You keep the account book, and I will have people check it regularly."
"In addition, the official currency of Beth Street has been changed to copper and silver coins. The previous chips can still be used, but they will no longer be actively put on the market. In the future, if there are villagers who bring prey to exchange for money, you will directly pay him silver and copper coins."
It may be difficult to promote the new currency at the beginning, but Chu Guang will use the lever of price to make his own choice in a subtle way.
The same commodity is cheaper to buy with silver coins, so the survivors will naturally tend to use the new currency for transactions.
After hearing Chu Guang's instructions, Charlie immediately understood what he meant and nodded.
"I understand what you mean."
Chu Guang nodded.
Just then, Chu Guang suddenly remembered that there was another important thing he hadn't said. So, he looked at Old Charlie, cleared his throat, raised his voice, and continued with a solemn expression.
"The tyranny has been overthrown, and the survivors of Bethe Street will usher in a new order."
"From now on, you are the new mayor."
"I will pay you a salary of 400 silver coins every month, and your first task is to draft a set of rules in black and white as a plan for the first law of Bethe Street. In the future, everything here will be done in accordance with what is written in the law."
Charlie's expression was a little surprised.
Although he guessed that Chu Guang would probably let him help him clean up the mess here, the salary and the law were honestly beyond his expectations.
Does this lord still think that there is still hope for this world?
Although he was full of confusion, Old Charlie did not say anything, but bowed his head respectfully and gladly accepted the appointment.
"As you command, sir."