Guns are more convincing than words at any time.
For example, now.
Li did not take too long to make a decision. He had no doubt that the people in front of him would not even need a charge to destroy them.
Even though the refugees behind him were not willing, he still tried to convince them.
"We have no choice. They will not let us go forward, and we can't go back."
A ragged wastelander couldn't help shouting, "What if we hand over our weapons and they open fire on us?"
"Even if we don't hand over our weapons, what will happen?" Li looked at the man and said, "They don't even need a charge to kill us."
The wastelander couldn't refute.
There were more than 180 of them in total, most of whom were old, weak, women and children, and there were less than 70 young and strong men who could form combat effectiveness... and this was the case when children over 8 years old and under 14 years old were also counted.
There were only more than 20 firearms in total, and the rest were bows and spears. These equipment were enough to deal with some equally weak looters, but they could only stay away from them if they encountered tough ones.
It was not the first time that they were driven away by other survivors' strongholds. Almost no one would open their living rooms in winter.
At least, these people did not open fire directly when they had the ability to destroy them.
This was already the greatest kindness...
After the refugees laid down their weapons, Chu Guang asked Wrench to send two people in to take away their weapons, and at the same time, he kept his promise and set up a big pot on the open space at the east gate.
Chu Guang could not give them food as good as the players, but he would not watch these refugees starve and freeze in the cold wind.
He issued a task through VM and asked Tomato Scrambled Eggs to go to the warehouse to get 50 kilograms of green wheat and make a pot of porridge for them.
At the same time, he asked the man named Li to bring the young and strong laborers who could still work to set up a camp on the open space 50 meters away from the east gate.
The terrain here is undulating, with dead trees embedded in the snow everywhere, and there are concrete debris and a small amount of building debris that can be used.
Building shacks is a necessary skill for every wastelander, and these people are no exception. After giving them some tools such as shovels and carts, the work went smoothly.
At the same time, the big pot at the east gate was also set up. As the water in the pot boiled, Brother Chaodan poured all the green wheat into it.
The wheat with a sour smell of grass is difficult to make people appetizing, and it takes a long time to cook it to get rid of the astringent taste.
But this is for the players.
For those hungry people who are about to starve to death, even a little bit of turbid soup is a supreme delicacy.
The white steam floating on the pot made all the refugees swallow their saliva, and the speed of building the camp was also faster.
Standing behind Chu Guang and watching, several players whispered.
"These people look pitiful."
"They are quite pitiful. Even the children are helping."
"But I didn't expect that people would come to this survivor base just after it was built."
"This is too effective so quickly."
Listening to the players' whispers, Chu Guang was also puzzled. Although he asked for the smoke, he didn't expect that people would be attracted the next day.
Why didn't anyone come when the Pioneer was still there? At that time, the smoke in the camp was much more than it is now, and his little players got up early in the morning to cook for themselves.
Why did they come at this time!
If these refugees had come two days earlier, the food would have been much better than it is now. Those people on the Pioneer have no shortage of food and clothing, and they hate pitiful people more than he does. Chu Guang even dared to bet that as long as he expressed his willingness to accept these refugees, he believed that they would definitely generously support him with supplies.
As for now, Chu Guang can only say that he will do his best.
While these refugees were building the camp, Chu Guang asked Old Luca to make a population census.
There were 187 refugees in total, including more than 61 young and strong men over 14 years old, and the rest were the elderly, women and children, and even 5 babies under one year old and 4 pregnant women.
Chu Guang estimated that when their team was at its largest, it should have been about 300 to 400 people, and half of them may have been lost along the way.
However, even so, their situation was much better than that of the nomads who settled near the wetland park.
If I remember correctly, Brother Iron Axe led his tribe all the way from the north of the River Valley Province. By the time they got here, almost all the men were dead, and they even missed their own offspring.
The guards surrendered their guns, but they were allowed to keep their knives, axes and bows and arrows.
According to Wrench's statistics, they handed in a total of 23 iron-barreled rifles of different calibers, including 5 old-fashioned smoothbore rifles, which really surprised Chu Guang.
They actually got here with these equipment.
It's really hard to imagine.
"Sir, I just found someone in their camp with typhoid fever." Luca, who had returned from the refugee camp, reported to Chu Guang.
Chu Guang: "Is it serious?"
"I'm not sure. Most of them are in poor physical condition. Maybe they are hungry, or maybe they are really sick... I can't tell," Luca said cautiously, "I'm worried that they will bring plague. We have neither doctors nor enough medicines to deal with this situation."
Chu Guang thought for a moment and nodded.
"I know, I will find a way to deal with this."
To be honest, Chu Guang didn't have any good solutions.
Hygiene issues are not a problem for players at all, at least not a core problem.
Even if you are not a player of the physical system, as long as your level reaches LV7 or above, you can basically have a physical fitness of 6~7 points, which is already 120%~140% of the working efficiency of the normal adult immune system.
As for Chu Guang himself, his physical fitness has reached 14, and the efficiency of the immune system is nearly three times that of a normal person. Not to mention that ordinary diseases are useless to him, even a certain dose of poison and a mild degree of radiation can be immune to him to a certain extent.
Seeing that the manager understood, Old Luca paused and continued.
"In addition, there is food..."
"You say."
"We provide them with relief according to the lowest standard. More than 180 people consume nearly 50 kilograms of food every day, and the monthly expenditure is 1,500 kilograms, and this is under ideal conditions. Although you have exchanged some food from the Pioneer, this cold winter may last until the end of February next year, or even the beginning of March... Our own food is already very tight."
The number of players in the outpost is now 500, and the daily food consumption has reached an astonishing half a ton. Sometimes Old Luca really feels that those people are just gluttons, without any sense of saving, and they wish they could eat twice or even three times his amount in a day.
At present, the total food reserves of the outpost base are just over 30 tons, of which corn, rice, and potatoes bought from the Pioneer account for one-third, and raw meat, dried meat, and fish caught from hunting account for one-third.
The rest are spoils from Blood Hand and Old Leech, as well as part of the tribute voluntarily offered by Brown Farm.
Conservatively estimated, if the current consumption trend continues, these grains may only be enough to last until the end of the year.
"Food is indeed a problem," Chu Guang thought for a moment, "I will find a way to deal with this."
Just a month ago, the food in the outpost base was not even enough for dozens of people to eat for half a month.
That's the worst.
Just ask the neighbors to borrow some.
...
After the porridge for the relief of the hungry was distributed, the noise in the refugee camp gradually subsided.
Many people had been running all the way and could no longer bear the fatigue. Now their stomachs were filled with warm food, and they curled up in sleeping bags under the shacks and fell asleep.
Although they were asleep, Wrench did not dare to relax his vigilance. He arranged people to stand on the wall to be on guard and keep an eye on the situation in the refugee camp.
Chu Guang was not too worried.
He did not even take the Blood Hand Clan seriously, let alone some refugees?
In the house near the east gate of Changjiu Farm, he met the man named "Li".
This man should be the representative or leader elected by this group of refugees.
"Thank you for your generosity!"
After entering the house, Li knelt on one knee on the ground and nodded, saying, "If it weren't for you, many of us might not survive tonight."
"We don't kneel here, get up," Chu Guang continued, looking at the man who stood up, "We can provide you with shelter, but you must have the consciousness of living under someone else's roof and abide by our rules and customs. At the same time, you must understand that this is not free."
Li nodded.
This is a reasonable request.
No one will welcome unruly guests.
Moreover, before becoming refugees, they once had homes, and they were aware that the identity of "homeless people" was unwelcome.
"What do you need?"
Chu Guang: "It's very simple. Work for us, and we will pay you. You can use the money to exchange for food, fuel, or other things."
Before the B3 layer was unlocked, the number of players temporarily reached a bottleneck. In the absence of new recruits, he needed more natives to replace the new recruits who had grown up, and to engage in those low-end, low-value-added repetitive income.
Although he always teased the players that they worked harder than animals, it was impossible to always use them as animals.
Occasionally moving bricks is to experience life, but moving bricks every day is work.
Hearing what the adult said, Li's expression relaxed a little, and even showed a hint of joy.
Originally, in his expectation, it was good to have a meal. In other survivor settlements, the status of refugees was not more noble than slaves. As for the reward, he had never thought about it.
"Thank you for giving us the chance to live."
"All we can give you is a chance. Whether you can seize it depends on you," Chu Guang paused, looked at him and continued, "I heard from my men that you had a settlement of survivors before. In other words, you are not nomads?"
Li nodded quickly.
"Yes, sir."
Chu Guang: "Tell me what you can do."
Li immediately said: "We know a lot, including hunting, farming, weaving hemp ropes, we also have carpentry and blacksmiths... As long as you need it, we can do it for you."
Looking at Li's hurried sales, Chu Guang nodded with a little satisfaction.
Hunters, carpenters and other craftsmen are exactly what he needs. As for blacksmiths, they can be arranged to work in steel mills after a little training.
Although these laborers are not as good as his players, they are always better than nomads. But relatively speaking, the physical fitness of these survivors may be slightly weaker, and they did not bring the livestock that Chu Guang wanted.
"These two days, you should settle yourself first."
"I will arrange things for you in two days."
"By the way, your name is not very auspicious and easy to confuse. You can either give yourself a surname, or I will give you a name."
Giving a name means acceptance, and it also means the recognition of conversion.
Unexpectedly, the lord here was so generous. The man was immediately delighted and said hurriedly.
"Please give me a name, sir!"
Chu Guang thought for a while and said.
"We call this Changjiu Farm. Your surname Chang is not suitable, so you can be surnamed Jiu. Change the character Li to Li in dawn."
"From today on, your name is Jiuli."
...
Official website:
[Announcement: A group of vagrants came to Changjiu Farm (prosperity +50).
[Changjiu Farm adds "immigration tide" buff: food and fur demand increases, and population inflow increases. ]
[Old Luca's troubles: We don't have much food, we can't always feed them, it would be great if we could find something for them to do. (Tip: There are many excellent hunters and craftsmen among the refugees. Once you reach the "friendly" reputation level, you can run a local business and hire them to work.)]
[Today's recommended recipes: salt and pepper corn, mapo tofu (not spicy or spicy is also OK)]
[Teng Teng Hut: Teng Teng Hut has new products, and a large number of silk fabrics are waiting for you. ]
Tail: "!! New plot! What did you do while Tail was away?!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ"
Quit Smoking: "Fuck! There's a new NPC!? The planner is awesome!"
Canyon Fleeing Mole: "You really guessed it, the prosperity is really linked to the NPC population! But this value doesn't seem to be calculated by a fixed formula based on the population, but driven by events?"
Night Ten: "I suspect the operator hired a P-company planner to wait for the ancestral law to be immutable and the comet to fall on our heads. (Funny)"
Irena: "Speaking of which, Tail, how was the result of your split-claw crab hunting? Did you get it done? (Funny)"
Sisi: "Oh, don't mention it, Awei sent me away first, and he came down soon after."
Tail: "Wait, can you blame Tail for that! There's something wrong with that rocket launcher, it can't be shot at all! It also sprays fire backwards! (?д?;)"
Xiao Xiaoxiao Bookworm: "How can a recoilless gun not spray..."
Tail: "But the one sold by Mosquito obviously doesn't spray fire!"
Xiao Xiaoxiao Bookworm: "That's because his thing is not a recoilless gun at all. How can it have deep penetration? It's just a conscienceless gun carried on the shoulder."
Mosquito: "!!! How can this be related to me!"
Crow: "Hahahaha! Frog! Hahahaha! Noob! o(*≧▽≦)ツ"
Due to the heroic sacrifices of Tail and Sisi, everyone was reminded that this tube is not a joke like Mosquito's firecrackers. When firing, don't point your butt at people.
In short, VM and equipment were picked up.
OB is only three days, no big problem.
The arrival of refugees caused a lot of discussion in the official forum, but it did not become the focus of discussion among players as before.
After all, this is not the first time that refugees have come here, and there are too many things happening today, and there is no way to discuss them all.
Makabazi, who got the seeds from the manager, exchanged tips on growing corn with others in the forum.
The mission of Shelter No. 117, which was jointly attacked by Mole Brother and Mosquito, also attracted the attention of many players. The mission is suspected to be related to the main line of the game.
Unfortunately, there was no progress today.
The situation under the subway entrance is very complicated.
As Boss Xia said, there are at least hundreds of gnawers inside, not to mention crawlers.
A "Black Swan" with limited ammunition is not enough.
They need more automatic weapons and throwing objects such as Molotov cocktails and earth grenades. The situation may be better after two days when the automatic rifle with a unit price of 200 silver coins is officially put on the shelves.
Compared with the bad news that the attack on Shelter No. 117 was blocked, the good news is that the second floor of the greenhouse ruins has been successfully captured by the cattle and horse team.
They successfully controlled the gate between the underground 2nd floor and the underground 3rd floor, and now the space of the underground 2nd floor of the greenhouse ruins has also been liberated.
Incredibly, even after two centuries, the facilities there still maintained energy-saving mode and were running slowly.
Many of the light strips on the petri dishes were broken, but some were still on. The temperature in the room was around 25 degrees, and the spirit leaves in the petri dishes were growing well.
Fang Chang wrote a strategy, which was a summary of the fighting skills of the insect-type alien nest.
However, compared with the strategy that could not be used for the time being, the players on the forum were obviously more concerned about how much money the cattle and horse teams got from the second underground floor of the greenhouse ruins.
Fang Chang did not say.
But Chu Guang, who was peeking at the screen, knew it, after all, the money was given to them by him personally.
After calculating the difficulty and benefits of the copy, they got a total of 1,200 silver coins, which were divided equally among the four people, and each person got 300 silver coins.
As for the cost, Chu Guang did not calculate it for them, but it is estimated that they consumed some ammunition.
If they were to use cold weapons to grind slowly, even if there was a heavy armor that could withstand it, it would probably take a long time to grind. And they have to hire a lot of manpower and rely on the human sea tactics to pile up.
It is more cost-effective to consume some ammunition than to share the profits.
After returning from Changjiu Farm, Chu Guang updated the announcement and sat in front of the computer in the resident hall and browsed the official website.
Many players have begun to discuss what kind of work should be arranged for those refugees.
Some said they would open a textile factory, and some said they would open a cement factory. Anyway, there are all kinds of things. Of course, starting from version 0.8, there are requirements for regional reputation to open a factory, which needs to reach friendly (1000) or above.
Completing the task of helping the development of the region can increase the regional reputation, or directly donating the materials needed by the local area can also quickly improve it.
Players complained that this setting was simply copied from Mount and Blade.
May the dog planner live long!
In addition, what caught Chu Guang's attention was that the fountain commander brought a newbie of the perception system and found an abandoned military camp in the northern town.
The military camp was very small, like an operations base, located in the playground of a community school.
In the early years of the Wasteland Era, it seemed that a group of refugees had been accommodated there, but they may have evacuated not long after, so it did not develop into a survivor base like Bate Street.
Quanshui walked around there and found nothing useful.
The whole school was searched thoroughly, and even most of the bookshelves in the library were dismantled. I think they were burned as firewood by local survivors in the early days of the Wasteland Era.
"...It's strange, that town seems to be a dead city, and the same is true for that school. There are no signs of survivors' activities, nor do we see looters, only those gnawers who fill the house and the smelly basement... We don't have enough equipment, so we dare not explore deep into the building."
"I plan to go out and look for it tomorrow, maybe I can find something."
Chu Guang was also curious about what they could find there.
Although it is estimated that the place has been searched countless times in the past two centuries, according to his experience, there will always be something left that has not been taken away.
While Chu Guang was sitting in the shelter surfing the Internet, 15 kilometers north of Changjiu Farm, several men carrying rifles and wearing thick coats were carefully searching for something nearby.
"The group of people should not have gone too far." The bearded man muttered and pulled the dog chain in his hand.
The hound he was leading his dog hissed and growled, sniffing the ground carefully.
Suddenly, the hound raised its head and barked wildly towards the south.
The man leaned over, patted its head, and then stretched out his index finger to wipe the ground.
There were traces of footprints under the snow.
He stood up again, looked at the south and squinted his eyes.
"It ran pretty fast."