The preparation room of Shelter No. 117.
Holding a cup of hot water to warm herself up, the woman who finally figured out the current situation calmed down and looked at the two guards sitting behind the long table.
"Can I see your manager?"
The two guards looked at each other.
The slightly older one looked at her carefully and said.
"We will report this matter to the manager... Please explain your identity. Are you a resident here?"
"Heya, a doctor of bioengineering, from the 190th year of the Wasteland Era... You should not be from the shelter."
The guard nodded.
"I am not, the two blue coats who brought you here just now are, but the manager treats us all equally."
Heya's expression suddenly became tense.
"Are you torches?"
The two guards looked confused.
"Torch?"
"What is that..."
Seeing the reactions of the two guards, Heya breathed a sigh of relief, her tense shoulders slowly relaxed, and she leaned back in her chair.
She muttered.
"Nothing... It's good that it's not."
That's right.
It's been twenty years.
The older guard frowned and looked at her.
"What are you talking about?"
Heya paused and said.
"I will explain the situation to your manager later. This is my duty... By the way, what is your number?"
"404."
404?
Heya looked a little confused.
Does Qingquan City have this number?
She thought that 117 should be around 116 or 115...
...
On the other side, Changjiu Farm.
Discuss my problem?
Hearing this, Vanus's expression suddenly became tense,
But Chu Guang's next sentence made him feel a little more relaxed.
"The expedition has failed, your General Kras has died in the war, now the war is over, you can write to your family. You only need to pay a ransom of 2 million dinars to compensate for our losses in the war, and you can go back to where you came from."
Hearing this number, Vanus almost choked on his own saliva and said with a dry cough.
"My lord, even if I sell all my property, I can't get so much money."
2,000 dinars can buy a strong slave, and 2 million dinars is 1,000 slaves.
And the slaves mentioned here are not those clone fast-moving consumer goods, but those survivors who have a full lifespan and can work.
1,000 slaves...
At least a captain with a "fiefdom" can have such strong financial resources.
He can only get 200,000 at most, and this is when he emptied all his family assets.
There was no surprise at Vanus's answer.
"As an alternative, I need to train a group of new soldiers. If you do me a favor, I can give you a discount on the ransom."
Vanus was stunned for a moment.
Train new soldiers?
... Me?
Seeing that he didn't speak, Chu Guang continued.
"Do you have any questions?"
"No, sir... Thank you for your trust," Vanus paused, and said, "Can I know the reason?"
Chu Guang said without hesitation.
"You should have heard that a huge tribe of predators is rising. If the situation is optimistic, it may be early next year. If it is not optimistic, we may encounter it before the end of winter. If you don't want to change a barbarian as your master, you'd better show some real skills."
"I will give you ten people. If the training goes well, I will give you a 10% discount on your ransom, and then give you another ten people, and so on. If you perform well, maybe I will directly waive your ransom. Whether you can go home early depends on your own performance."
Vanus's Adam's apple moved, and his eyes changed with complex expressions.
There was surprise, disbelief, and some other difficult to express emotions.
He nodded slightly and said respectfully.
"Follow your arrangements, sir."
He suddenly understood a little.
Why can that man gain the loyalty of so many people from the bottom of their hearts.
Looking at the obedient Vanus, Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction.
"Go down."
"Yes."
After Vanus left.
Jiuli, who was standing aside, looked at Chu Guang nervously.
"Sir, are you sure you want to let the Legion serve as an instructor?"
In the central and even northern parts of the River Valley Province, those people with bulges in the middle of their noses are synonymous with demons and the source of plague and disaster.
He could not trust a Legion member anyway, let alone a mid-level officer of the Legion.
As for Wrench and Luca, they didn't feel anything. The Legion members were almost invisible in the southern part of the River Valley Province. They hated the local plunderers and mutants even more.
Although it was a bit strange to let a captive serve as an instructor, they themselves were also captives of plunderers and born as serfs.
Besides, this was the judgment of the administrator, and they had no doubt that his decision was correct.
Looking at Jiuli, whose eyes were full of distrust, Chu Guang said bluntly.
"Why not? They are our enemies on the battlefield, but they can also be worthy of winning over outside the battlefield. The Legion's power is not in the River Valley Province. For a long time, we will not have direct conflicts, and the contradictions between us are not blood feuds. Besides, he has been reformed well during this period. Since he can be recognized by the workers, I think he should be given a chance."
The tactics of the Legion are worth learning from. Chu Guang needs an instructor to train a group of junior officers who are proficient in logistics, light infantry tactics, positional warfare, and mobile warfare.
And Vanus, who has received military education since childhood and is a middle-level legionary of the Legion, is undoubtedly a suitable candidate.
It is unrealistic to let prisoners lead troops, but there is no problem in giving lectures and training to "NPs". The only thing that needs to be overcome is the psychological barrier.
In large-scale battles, only by letting NPs and players cooperate organically can the combat effectiveness of players be maximized.
Sooner or later, they will encounter opponents stronger than the plunderers.
Of course, that's what he said, but it doesn't mean that Chu Guang completely trusts that guy.
After that, Chu Guang will arrange two sufficiently loyal guards to go in and supervise while learning from experience. If this guy is found to have any ill intentions or doing something unnecessary, the survivors who regard him as the savior will report to him at the first time.
At that time, Chu Guang will naturally deal with it.
"... Here, identity is not important at all, and it is the same for everyone."
"I hope you remember it."
This sentence is not only for Vanus, but also for the refugee representative.
Jiuli's shoulders shook slightly.
Although he still couldn't trust the legionnaire, he still lowered his head.
"Yes, sir."
...
After the others withdrew, Chu Guang left Luca alone and learned about the recent situation of Changjiu Farm.
In general, the naturalization of refugees has progressed smoothly. Nearly twenty refugees who have obtained jobs have been allowed to enter the farm.
These include two butchers, three tanners, and craftsmen such as carpenters, tailors, and masons.
There are nearly fifty other laborers, and the formalities are also being processed.
The refugee camp is just a buffer. Chu Guang did not intend to keep the refugees at the east gate. He let them stay there just to avoid chaos.
As long as they prove their worth through work, anyone can enter Changjiu Farm and become a legal resident.
After listening to Luca's report, Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.
"It seems that there are more refugees recently."
Luca said respectfully.
"Yes, sir, in just this week, more than twenty people have come in three batches. This does not include Frost Spear and his more than fifty tribesmen you just met."
It seems that the unrest in recent days has indeed caused a lot of trouble for the survivors in the Valley Province.
Especially the Bone Chewing Tribe...
Chu Guang clenched his fist lightly.
At this moment, the signal light of the VM he wore on his arm suddenly flashed.
With a slight movement in his heart, Chu Guang immediately turned on the VM screen.
The message was sent by Xiao Qi.
"Master, it seems that a living person was found in Shelter No. 117?"
Chu Guang was stunned when he saw this message.
"Living person?!"
Xiao Qi: "Yes... her name is Heya, she claims to be a resident of Shelter No. 117, and said that she has something important to talk to you in person."
Looking at the text sent by Xiao Qi, Chu Guang has not recovered from his surprise, and three lines of light blue pop-up windows suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
Mission completed.
The permissions of Shelter No. 404 B3 have been unlocked!
Please check in time, administrator!
…
I didn't expect my little players to be so awesome.
Chu Guang originally thought that it would take them at least two or three days to find the remaining 10% of the hidden-map, but unexpectedly it didn't even take 24 hours?
This is too powerful!
How did they do it?
There was no rush to open the B3 floor, because they wouldn't run away there anyway.
Chu Guang returned to the outpost and followed the guard to the reception room, where he met the old popsicle who was said to be from 20 years ago.
"My lord, it's her."
"I know."
Chu Guang motioned the guard to leave and sat down opposite her.
His eyes fell on the eye-catching white hair. Chu Guang thought for a while and asked an irrelevant question.
"Do you know if silver hair is dyed or natural?"
"Dna defect, I heard it was just a minor illness before the war, but unfortunately I was born in a shelter... But that's not the point," the lady took a deep breath and stretched out her right hand to Chu Guang, "Please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Heya, a resident of Shelter No. 117... and perhaps the only registered resident who survived."
Chu Guang noticed that she particularly emphasized the identity of a registered resident.
Could it be that there are still unregistered residents?
However, these things are not the point for him.
The point is her hair, which is obviously an SSSR card!
If this is stuffed into the alpha 0.9 version, would it be appropriate not to brag about the planning father?
Yin Fang finally doesn't have to worry about being harassed by others, and he will soon experience the feeling of being out of favor.
There is no creature that is more fickle than players.
Noticed a pair of strange eyes looking at him
Clearing his throat, Chu Guang put on a serious expression and looked at her and said.
"Chu Guang, the manager of Shelter No. 404, I have confirmed your identity from my assistant. I want to know what happened to you."
Burying her nose between her palms, Heya took a deep breath, looked up at Chu Guang and said.
"A disaster. If you want to explain the whole thing clearly, it may take a while."
"It's okay. The last thing the wasteland lacks is time."
"You're right."
With a helpless smile on her face, she brewed her emotions for a moment and spoke slowly.
"For you, this happened more than 20 years ago, but for me, everything seems to have happened yesterday..."
As introduced in the promotion, Shelter No. 117 is a community shelter, and in principle, there is no cryogenic hibernation facility.
This type of facility mainly serves some residents who are unwilling to accept cryogenic hibernation and want to stay with their families, as well as those who are not suitable for cryogenic hibernation and those who are allergic to cryogens and thawing agents.
After all, although cryo-hibernation technology has been developed, the longest freezing period is only fifty years. For hibernation in centuries, no one can guarantee that there will be no side effects.
Some people prefer to spend the last bit of good time with their families in the shelter rather than spend a life of fear in an unpredictable future, and then leave the future to the future.
After the war broke out, a total of 100 residents entered the shelter. Among them were teachers, doctors, professors, corporate executives, lawyers, etc., all of whom were elites with higher education. After entering the shelter, they also performed their duties as planned, and continued the utopia for a long time.
However, in the face of time, nothing is eternal.
With the birth of the first newborn and the death of the oldest person, the survivors of the old era inevitably ushered in aging and death.
Mathematical models can only predict macroscopic samples, not love. Even though all the survivors were well-educated and consciously controlled the population, the population growth rate was still much faster than expected, and space and resources eventually became a crisis, which led to differences.
Some of the new generation of residents believed that staying here would only lead to death, and there was no hope for the future, so they had to get out of here.
They called themselves Torches, hoping to promote changes in the shelter, and to fulfill their future missions in advance with the tools left to them by the pre-war civilization.
However, another group of older residents believed that the outside world was worse than here, and there was only one way to die. They should wait patiently for the preset years to arrive, pass on knowledge to the next generation, and then open the door as planned to welcome the new era.
The differences quickly worsened in the 180th year of the Wasteland Era, and the fuse was a member of the Torch who opened the door without authorization to save a child in the wasteland.
His name was Wang Yi.
The young child was very smart and studious. Under the care of the Torches, he soon became the core figure of the "Torch" organization.
In the 190th year of the Wasteland Era, a rebellion broke out, and many people died. The most serious thing was that the reactor fuel rods were damaged. Even though he was reluctant, the then manager Seven Willard had to compromise and open the shelter. He promised the torches that as long as they found the fuel rods, he would give them some of the pre-war reserves and let them fulfill their mission.
And Shelter No. 117 will be closed again as planned, and continue to wait for the planned time to come.
Unfortunately, the torches did not keep their promises. They blocked the door of the shelter and forced Seven Willard to teach the remaining black boxes.
Due to the lack of fuel, the full circulation system could no longer be maintained, and the remaining people had to enter the emergency shelter.
There were twenty hibernation capsules stored there.
In order to give the opportunity to others, the manager Seven Willard chose to stay alone.
After listening to all the stories, Chu Guang couldn't help asking.
"That Seven Willard...how old is he?"
Heya looked confused and shook her head.
"I don't know. He has been alive since I can remember."
Okay.
Chu Guang let this question go.
"But the others still died."
Heya nodded.
"Yes, most of our ancestors were not suitable for cryosleep technology. In fact, strictly speaking, I am also, but I am not quite the same as them."
As she spoke, Heya showed her arm to Chu Guang.
A silver trace could be seen at her pulse.
Chu Guang frowned.
"Prosthetic modification?"
Heya nodded.
"Yes, because of DNA defects, my prosthetic modification degree reached 79%. Basically, I replaced all the organs you can name with bionic organs. I think... this may be the reason why I survived."
Chu Guang couldn't help asking.
"How did you make bionic organs?"
Heya explained.
"The black box is a product of the Ark Project. It is a magical thing. You only need to input a few basic raw materials to get the preset products. Our black boxes are mainly used to produce bionic organs, but they were basically taken away by the Torch people during the rebellion."
Chu Guang felt a pang of pain when he heard that they were taken away.
This happened twenty years ago.
Even if we can find it, it is hard to say whether it can still be used!
"So what are your plans next?"
He Ya looked confused and shook her head.
"I don't know, but the administrator told us that if anyone survives, go find other shelters and tell them our story. By the way, there is a power armor in the administrator's office, and he said that it can help us."
"I have recovered it, including his VM."
Looking at this confused child, Chu Guang continued.
"If you have nowhere to go, why not join us? We just need an expert in biology."
He Ya was slightly stunned and nodded slightly.
"I have no objection, although my research may not be able to help you..."
At this point, she suddenly seemed to remember something, and her expression became a little embarrassed.
"By the way, there is something I want to ask you."
The helpful Chu Guang said with a smile.
"Tell me, what is it."
Heya smiled shyly and said politely.
"Um... can you lend me some DNA? I want to study it."
Chu Guang: "???"
Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the door, followed by a knock on the door.
"Come in."
The door opened.
Liu Ding, the deputy captain of the guard team, walked quickly into the reception room and said seriously.
"Mr. Manager, there is a plane coming from the south."
Plane?
Chu Guang was slightly stunned, his eyes suddenly became serious, and he stood up from the chair.
"Take a few people with you, I will be there soon!"-