Abandoned town in the north of Changjiu Farm.
The howling north wind was mixed with light snow, and the branches on the roadside swayed gently.
A truck with a quadruple anti-aircraft gun in the back was hidden at the edge of the woods, and the horizontal machine guns were aimed at a snowy field in the north.
Next to the truck, Gray Wolf held a telescope and looked in the north. He couldn't help but look anxious, and kept muttering.
"This is impossible..."
Logically speaking, after he fired the signal flare, a team of 100 people would set off from Yuanxi Town and immediately go to Changjiu Farm to help him consolidate the defense of the fortress. Subsequent troops and supplies would also be transferred to Changjiu Farm to station, and the entire northern suburbs would be included in the territory of the Bone Chewing Tribe.
However, now it was already noon the next day.
Not to mention the team of 100 people, he didn't even see the shadow of a person coming from the north.
A trace of annoyance flashed in Gray Wolf's eyes, and he felt that he had been deceived.
Obviously, Lion Fang, who had handed the signal gun to him, had no intention of sending reinforcements at all, and even regarded himself and his subordinates as cannon fodder from the moment of departure.
But why?
Gray Wolf couldn't figure out the reason why Lion Fang did this.
If the intelligence that stupid thing had made him think that he could never take this place, why did he agree to take the risk?
Even if he was a foreigner, he was still a fighting force, and he thought that his strength was not weak. No matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out why Lion Fang gave up on him.
Liu Ding, who was standing next to him, didn't have any surprise on his face.
Before departure, the manager told him that this mission might be in vain.
The plunderers in Yuanxi Town might not have planned to reinforce them at all.
Because of some factors outside the battlefield.
Liu Ding, who was standing next to him, had an assault rifle hanging on his chest and glanced at the VM time on his arm, and said expressionlessly.
"It seems your 'reinforcements' won't come."
Gray Wolf's Adam's apple moved.
"Maybe it's snowing heavily..."
Liu Ding ignored him, knocked on the door of the truck with his fist, and greeted the player sitting in the driver's seat.
"The mission is over."
"Retreat."
Sitting in the truck, [Ward Foot Foot Who Levin] yawned, started the engine of the light truck, and shouted to the rearview mirror.
"Call it, call it a day, don't doze off."
[Ya'er I want to go to the toilet], who was about to fall asleep, shook his head violently, and after waking up, he climbed back into the truck and muttered at the half box of ammunition.
"Damn it."
"I'm so sleepy that I'm going to be offline..."
It's the first time I've felt sleepy in the game.
The operator of this "Wasteland OL" always puts in some extra effort in strange places.
Is it reasonable that you can't be online 24 hours a day?
Is it reasonable that the characters in the game have to sleep?
No one has done such a good job in anti-addiction system!
…
I hardly slept last night, and the work in the morning was piled up.
There is no new movement in the north for the time being. The next attack should come from the thousand-man team led by Black Snake in the northeast.
In order to prevent sneak attacks, Chu Guang deployed two patrol routes near the Zhongzhou Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base, with the old sites of the three survivor settlements of Dongliu Camp, Highway Town, and Battery Factory as patrol nodes to search for possible threats in the northeast of Qingquan City.
The patrol mission will be undertaken by the guards and combat professional players. Not only will they perform the patrol mission itself, but they will also be familiar with the terrain of this generation and prepare for the upcoming war.
By the way, Dilat rubber is really easy to use.
Not only is it used to seal devices, it can be made into tracks simply and crudely, and the tires can be replaced to make light trucks "fly" on the snow.
However, the poor quality of the suspension is a problem, which may make people sitting in the car feel uncomfortable. Last night, a little player with intelligence was thrown upside down.
After returning to the shelter, it was already noon. Chu Guang fell asleep without eating. When he opened his eyes, he found that it was already afternoon.
"I have to change my schedule again."
After shaking his groggy brain, Chu Guang sat up from the bed and looked down at his sweat-soaked clothes, and then looked at the sheets and the floor.
"...If someone sees this, it will definitely be a misunderstanding."
Chu Guang just muttered to himself, and a vibrant voice floated over from the wall.
"It's okay, master, Xiaoqi won't tell anyone."
I don't know where the voice pack was stolen from.
Is it the senior sister style today?
"Okay, you can shut up."
The voice stopped.
The VM on the bedside table popped up a line of pop-up windows on the screen.
"QAQ"
"..."
After closing the dialog box that popped up on the VM, Chu Guang skillfully took off his clothes and threw them into the basket by the door.
Picking up the towel hanging by the basket and wiping off the metabolites on his body, Chu Guang changed into clean clothes and went to the bathroom on the B3 floor. After a simple wash, he turned a corner and continued to the medical laboratory on the same floor.
Seeing Chu Guang appear at the door, Heya raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise on her face.
"You've 'upgraded' again?"
This is a new word she learned from Chu Guang.
Like "player", in short, they are all words that "are difficult to understand just by listening to the pronunciation".
"That's right."
Chu Guang said simply, lying on the scanning bed consciously.
"Let's get started."
"Wait! I'll put the samples away."
Stopping her work, Heya skillfully took the slices off the microscope, carefully put them back into the sample library for cryogenic storage, and then walked over with great interest.
Compared with the tissue slices of the Death Claw, the genetic samples stored in this shelter are obviously more interesting.
For her, this place is like a treasure trove of unlimited potential.
It's great to wake up today 20 years later!
Walking to the terminal at the head of the bed, Heya stretched out her index finger and tapped the touch screen a few times, and skillfully operated the device to start working.
The scanning device started.
After a short wait, the updated attribute panel soon appeared in front of Chu Guang.
[
ID: Chu Guang
Gene sequence: Manager (second stage)
Level: LV.15→LV.16
Basic attributes
Strength: 17
Agility: 11
Constitution: 16
Perception: 12
Intelligence: 14→15
]
This time, intelligence is added.
Chu Guang closed his eyes and felt it for a while, but perhaps because he was smart enough, he didn't feel it too intuitively.
Standing next to the terminal, Heya's face was full of surprise.
Nerve cells are non-renewable cells. It stands to reason that human brains will no longer add new neurons after they mature.
At least not under natural conditions.
However, at this moment, the changes that occurred in him overturned her cognition.
Without the help of drugs or other auxiliary equipment, the fully developed body actually grew twice in a row!
This is not growth based on exercise.
But the way genes are expressed has fundamentally changed.
In fact, it's not just Chu Guang. Almost all the residents in this shelter have similar puzzling DNA expressions.
"Incredible... Your growth rate is simply amazing! I remember that I gave you a physical examination more than a week ago? The last time was the immune system, metabolic function and bones... So this time it's neurons? It's really outrageous!"
Chu Guang didn't feel anything, but felt that he had neglected exercise during this period.
"Very fast?"
He Ya nodded with a serious expression.
"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't use the word incredible."
Chu Guang looked at her strangely: "Why do I feel that you use it often."
He Ya was stunned.
"Really?"
Without wasting time on irrelevant issues, Chu Guang moved the topic back to the issue of gene sequence.
"So is fast growth a good thing or a bad thing."
He Ya thought for a while and said.
"It's hard to say. From different perspectives, the definition of good and bad is also different."
Chu Guang: "What do you mean."
He Ya: "In short, individual growth helps to increase the individual's survival probability in the environment, but relatively speaking, overly complex gene expression is not conducive to inheritance... Can you understand what I mean?"
In fact, this is not a big problem.
I heard that in the distant prosperous era, a considerable number of people have abandoned the old social relationships and reproduced the next generation completely through technical means.
Especially with the prosperity of bionic partners and virtual reality technology, the process of this social change has been directly accelerated.
After all, who can refuse a paper man whose character will never collapse?
Especially when this paper man can walk out of the screen.
"I guess so, but I'm not sure if what I understand is consistent with what you want to express."
In short, it is difficult to win the prize?
Chu Guang, sitting on the edge of the scanning bed, fell into deep thought.
So here comes the question.
So is this a good thing or a bad thing?
…
Waking up late has its advantages. The evening is the busiest time at the North Gate Market, and there is food to eat as soon as you open your eyes.
The bonfire standing at the North Gate has gone out, but the festive atmosphere is no less exciting than last night.
It is even more exciting than last night.
The popular snacks at the celebration have been preserved and continue to shine at the market.
And the prey that the players have racked their brains to collect from the wasteland, as well as the unused ingredients, have greatly enriched the recipes of the local residents.
As expected, eating is always the first pursuit of people.
Only after eating enough will people have the mind to think about other things and think about how to improve their lives.
When Chu Guang was walking in the market, he found that the people of the Frostspear clan were selling a black and red dye made of shellac.
This is the technology they brought from the survivors' settlement in the north. The raw materials are some small insects that are not rare in the wasteland, but until they came here, this technology has never been used.
When the people of the Frostspear clan discovered the demand for pigments in the blue coats at the celebration, they immediately made this thing.
It turns out that the performance of this dye is indeed excellent, especially for silk fabrics. After successful coloring, it will not fade after repeated washing.
In addition, the people of the Iron Axe Tribe have also explored some experience in spinning, and the stalls of the sisters Qiucao Qiuye have also produced many varieties that Chu Guang has never seen before.
For example, some beautiful accessories, durable gloves, scarves or socks.
Some of the goods were obviously taught to them by Teng Teng.
A prosperous market helps to boost the morale of producers, and the rewards for production from commodity circulation can help stimulate creativity and encourage people to improve production tools and methods, thereby driving the overall prosperity of the entire survivor base.
Walking in the market, Chu Guang could intuitively feel that the negative effects of the harsh winter and the "Wartime Regulations" were slowly fading away.
The buds of prosperity seemed to come earlier than spring.
He could feel the vigorous vitality and the expectation and yearning for tomorrow's life on almost everyone's face.
It is almost difficult to see in the wasteland.
When passing by a barbecue stall, Chu Guang bought a few skewers.
The greasy meat aroma penetrated into his nose, making him, who had not eaten all day, salivate with his appetite. He was simply satisfied after taking a bite.
Just when Chu Guang was thinking about whether to drink something, he happened to hear the familiar shouting from the mushroom stall not far away.
"Fresh devil jelly!"
"Just made, come and buy some!"
Mushroom stalls are open?
It seems that winter is almost over.
Chu Guang, surprised, looked at Boss Ya's stall.
Unfortunately, there was no mushroom soup that countless NPCs and players had been dreaming about, but a big barrel instead.
On the wooden table next to the barrel, there were several exquisite small bowls with crystal clear gelatinous substances inside, which looked like jelly.
Chu Guang remembered that it seemed to be Teng Teng's masterpiece, boiling devil pupae into gelatinous substances and making something similar to earthworm jelly. It tasted strange and fragrant, and the appearance was not as disgusting as devil pupae.
After the New Year event, the beautiful and kind Teng Teng seemed to pass on this craft to Ya Ya, and Ya Ya, who smelled the business opportunity, immediately set up the stall.
The only pity is that the portion is too small.
It would be better if it was half her size.
Not long after the shouting, a large circle of players gathered around the Mushroom Beach as expected.
"Hey! Boss Duck's mushroom stall is open?!"
"Hey! It's not mushrooms!"
"Damn it, why are they selling strange food? What's the difference between this and selling dog meat under the guise of selling mutton?"
"Where's the mushroom soup? I want to see little Klee's mushrooms!"
"Woo woo woo, I can't see Boss Crow eating big mushrooms alive. What's the point of a mushroom stall without talent!"
"Wait, jelly seems good too?"
"Good brother, I suddenly have a bold idea"
"Get out!"
Crow, with a red face, raised his hand and threw a bowl of devil jelly. The player who was hit was delighted and picked up the bowl and ran away.
Crow, who was calming down his breathing, realized that he had been tricked and immediately regretted it.
Damn it, I was careless!
I lost a bowl just after the opening, it's a blood loss!
However, despite the jokes, everyone still took care of Boss Ya's business.
After all, that was the first meal that many players had after entering the game, and the five copper coins given in the novice gift package were just enough to buy a bowl.
That bowl of mushroom soup carried their memories of the distant version, and it was even older than the history of the North Gate Market.
After the little player finished eating, he quickly returned the bowl, embarrassedly said sorry, it was delicious, and said with a smile that he would dare to eat it again next time.
Other players also took out VMs, ready to pay for their feelings.
However, when they learned the price, everyone was stunned.
"Wait a minute, isn't it too expensive to sell this jelly for one silver coin?"
"That's right! Your bowl is only half the size of an apple, which is too little!?"
"I treat Sister Ya as a brother, and Sister Ya treats me as a queen."
"Too dark, too dark!"
Seeing everyone complaining and clamoring, Ya Ya suddenly became anxious and argued quickly.
"The ramen next door is selling for ten silver coins a bowl, is it too much for me to sell for one silver coin?"
Zhang Hai, who was pulling noodles at the ramen stall next door, heard this and was immediately unhappy and glared at him.
"Bullshit!"
"When have I ever sold so expensive?"
Irena, who was eating noodles, raised her head and couldn't help but complain.
"You really didn't sell it so expensive, but the meat you cut is really thinner than one slice."
Zhang Hai glanced at him nonchalantly.
"What do you know? This is the most authentic."
The diners heard it and cursed.
These profiteers are too shady!
Hang it on the street lamp!
Holding the newly bought roasted wild boar meat skewers in his hand, looking at the noisy little players, Chu Guang couldn't help but smile like an old father on his face.
That's great.
It seems that I have to find an excuse to hold more celebrations in the future.
Just wait until the crisis in the northern suburbs is resolved!
If the situation is optimistic, the ceremony to celebrate the spring plowing may be held together with the ceremony of triumph.
However, the premise of all the beautiful visions for the future is that they must drive away the jackals in the north.
Otherwise, everything is just empty talk.
After biting the last bite of meat on the skewer, Chu Guang wiped his mouth and walked towards the next stall with interest.
...
After dinner, Chu Guang strolled on the street for a while.
It was not until it was completely dark that he returned to the shelter, sat down in his office, and began to do the work of planning.
Usually at this time, most people have gone offline, but today there are still many people online.
It seems that everyone has nothing to do during the New Year's Day holiday. It's better to lie down with a helmet.
Today, the average online time of users has increased by at least 20% compared with the previous few days.
The total number of silver coins issued, a key indicator to measure the "liver degree" of players, has also increased by 13% compared with yesterday.
Although more money has been sent out, this is a good thing.
According to the economic system of Wasteland OL.
The rewards players receive from tasks and orders are positively correlated with the value they contribute to the collective.
Generally speaking, for every silver coin a player receives, the value it brings to the shelter is between 1.5 and 4 silver coins.
Even if the silver coin is obtained from the market or from transactions with other players, it does not matter. The value still exists, but it has been moved from the warehouse to the market and settled in various forms, providing a basis for the collection of future transaction taxes.
As the inventory of professional players is consumed, these sent currencies will return to the shelter, forming a virtuous cycle.
In addition to the prosperity of the market.
Chu Guang also noticed that after the battle last night, 5 new awakeners were born.
So far, the number of awakeners in the server has risen to 27, and there are only three more people left to form three full-strength ten-man teams.
"We are one step closer to forming an 'Awakening Company'." Chu Guang couldn't help but smile, his face full of joy.
Is it okay for one Awakener to beat three people?
Similarly, is it okay for a company of Awakeners to beat a regiment?
Although the plunderers also have Awakeners, and there may be some strange things, it is not a big problem.
His little players are not only purer, but also have a stable evolutionary direction, and the most important thing is that the output is large.
Three days a life, just ask if you are afraid?
After reading the report of macro data, Chu Guang then opened the report uploaded by Changjiu Farm.
Among the spoils seized this time, there are about 101 Eviscerator rifles, the remaining 21 submachine guns, 32 assault rifles, 9 ready-to-use Iron Fist rocket launchers, and several Molotov cocktails and grenades.
According to the spoils counted by the NPCs, Chu Guang, with the assistance of Xiaoqi, calculated the rewards of the players through the preset calculation formula.
The war goals of defense mode and offense mode are different, and the number of kills contributes to a little more war points.
The MVP is naturally the "anti-aircraft gun" group, with 42 heads counted. Nearly 40% of the targets were harvested by Mosquito alone, which directly led to the collapse of the attacking side.
When the cannon swept through, the predators who originally occupied the wall were directly scared and jumped down and surrendered soon.
So that the "edge" team rushed up and fought alone, and the battle was over when they arrived at the door.
However, although the head was taken by Mosquito, the score is still calculated as a group score.
In other words, Brother Levin and Brother Tosuo, who served as drivers and refillers, can also get rewards provided by the score.
Counting the points provided by the team task, the three received 480 silver rewards, 200 contribution points and 1,000 regional reputation points.
In addition, the three professional life players finally got the first silver medal in their gaming career!
Although it is a basic medal.
But it was also an achievement.
Chu Guang, who had finally finished all the work, stretched out in his office chair.
Just as he was thinking about which game to get material from, a post on the forum suddenly aroused his interest.
The title of the post was not very interesting, even ordinary, but the discussion was surprisingly hot.
"It was an ordinary morning, about my friend's life"
[Original poster: Stop talking nonsense] -