The tenth day of the outbreak of the wave.
Many players have found that there are suddenly some strange NPCs on the battlefield in the past two days.
They wear orange chemical protection suits and black gas masks on their heads. They don't communicate with people. Usually two people carry a stretcher and move the alien corpses from the battlefield in batches of three or five, from morning to sunset.
These NPCs are very efficient. Two people can carry four or five hundred corpses out a day. They are experts who often do this job.
Some careful players even saw that they actually have a KV-1 exoskeleton in their hands?
Although it is a "fruit suit" without welded steel plates and mounted weapons, it will sell for 800 silver coins in the NPC store, which is equivalent to four LD-47 rifles.
The players leaning behind the concrete slope bunkers looked at the backs of these NPCs curiously and whispered.
"What has the idiot planner done?"
"A new profession for corpse chasers?"
"It feels good. Finally, someone is cleaning up these ghosts."
"+1, it stinks!"
"It's so annoying that you can block the pain, but it's a pity that you can't block the stench!"
It's not easy to clean up the corpses of alien species.
With the imagination of the players, they must have used all the methods they could.
At first, everyone discussed and planned to burn them with fire, but the actual situation was not as optimistic as imagined. Often, the surface layer was burned to charcoal, and the fire was extinguished, but the corpse buried underneath was still half-cooked.
This game is always so realistic in strange places. One Molotov cocktail is enough to kill two or three gnawers, but if you want to burn them to ashes, three Molotov cocktails are not enough.
The water content of slime mold fruiting bodies is much higher than that of humans, and the water vapor itself will take away a lot of heat.
In addition, things like fats and oils are not so easy to ignite, and often a large amount of fuel needs to be added continuously to maintain the fire.
If you find it hard to understand, you can try to get a piece of meat from the refrigerator. It takes some time to cook it, not to mention burning it to ashes.
At present, the main way to deal with these corpses on the front line is to drag them outside the city for burial, but the speed of transferring corpses is far behind the speed of accumulation.
The main offensive of the wave usually lasts from 6 pm to 6 am the next day, and it continuously attacks the positions of players.
Including the crawlers that the hunter team searches and kills in the ruins, each player can kill more than 30 per day on average.
Obviously, the number of these alien species is far more than the initial estimate of 100,000.
After all, the number of players killed in a day is about 20,000 to 30,000, and the wave has been going on for ten days, but there is no sign of weakening.
Fortunately, due to factors such as the width of the battlefield, the huge number of waves cannot be fully deployed. If there are so many alien species on the plains, I am afraid that even if the number of players doubles, they will inevitably fall into a difficult battle.
According to the statistics of the posts posted by the players responsible for transporting ammunition to the front line, the daily consumption of ammunition has been around 100,000 rounds in the past three days.
A full-power 7mm bullet weighs nearly 25g, and 100,000 rounds is 2.5 tons of ammunition.
In order to gather enough materials for the ammunition production line, Chu Guang could only mobilize the newbies to dig up the graves of the Human Alliance while commanding the military factory to open two new ammunition production lines to produce steel core and steel shell bullets.
Compared with copper shell ammunition, steel shell ammunition has many problems such as poor ductility, inability to reload, and possible rust, but in Chu Guang's opinion, all the disadvantages can be covered by one advantage - that is, cheapness.
Anyway, the ammunition was quickly sent to the front line for consumption, so it was a bit redundant to consider the issue of preservation. There was no need to consider reloading the ammunition produced on the assembly line. The shells picked up were directly sent to the steel plant for melting.
From the eighth day, the battle situation on the front line entered the consumption stage.
Batches of ammunition were transported to the front line, and batches of corpses were dragged down from the front line. Most of them were from alien species, and a small number were from players.
At first, the corpses were moved by the newbies, dragged to the suburbs and buried in a pit, but recently a group of professional NPCs took over these tasks, and the corpses disappeared, and no new pits were dug.
Many players who love to pick up details are full of confusion and curiosity.
What about the corpses of the aliens?
Where did they go?
However, this curiosity did not last long.
Some careful life professional players soon opened another NPC factory in the southernmost part of the new industrial zone after the Bachi Aluminum Factory, named Didiwei Food Processing Factory.
The main products of this factory are nutritional paste and organic fertilizers, and it also supplies sulfur and phosphate ash to fertilizer factories.
Those trucks coming down from the front line.
It seems that they all went there...
...
Official website of "Wasteland OL".
After discovering that there really is a mosquito in the WC of the New World, I immediately posted a thread on the forum,
"Big news! The whereabouts of the corpse of the gnawer have been found!"
Stop talking nonsense: "Where did it go?"
Makaba: "Hurry up! Don't keep us in suspense!"
Battlefield Atmosphere Group: "That's it!"
Seeing that it has caused public outrage, Mosquito, who wanted to let the topic ferment for a while before revealing the mystery, did not dare to keep the mystery any longer and quickly typed.
"Didiwei Food Processing Factory! It's at the southernmost end of the industrial zone. I saw it with my own eyes. The trucks dragging the bodies drove straight in!"
Lao Bai: "Pfft... what a name."
Quit Smoking: "What the hell?! I bought one yesterday! (horrified)"
Ye Shi: "Awesome! You actually bought it?!"
Quit Smoking: "Well, it's mainly cheap. A pound of nutritional paste is only 1 silver coin, which can be eaten for two meals. (awkward)"
Fang Chang: "Not really. (laughing and crying)"
Ye Shi: "I feel sorry for Brother Quitting Smoking... this is too frugal. (covering face)"
Si Si: "Huh... have the foodies finally not let go of the gnawers?"
Tail: "Shocked! Is this a moral decline, or a distortion of human nature!"
Quit Smoking: "Fuck! Is it weird to save money to buy equipment? I just want to spend the silver coins on something more useful. Don't you plan to open it when you play games? Is it sold?"
Kuangfeng: "It depends. If you can get satisfaction from virtual food in the game, it means that food is part of the game experience provided by the operator. Wouldn't it be a bit of putting the cart before the horse to sacrifice part of the game experience in order to become stronger? (sidelong eyes)"
Tail: "Oh! Tail thinks so too! (?ω?)"
Irena: "To be honest, the gnawer is the fruiting body of slime mold, right? Although it looks a bit like a mammal, it should be considered a mushroom in biology, right? There's nothing wrong with being edible, right? But what I don't understand is why it can't be eaten directly, but can be made into a nutritional paste. (funny)"
Elf King Fugui: "What do you want to do, Lao Na. (funny)"
Irena: "Nothing, just curiosity. (funny)"
Curious is curious, Lao Na, who is far away in Honghe Town, has no chance to taste it even if she is curious about what it tastes like.
However, there are many small players who are keen on committing suicide. With curiosity, they took out a silver coin and bought a pound and tried it for him.
It's not expensive anyway.
You can't lose or be cheated with a silver coin.
Some players who are willing to share even published their tasting comments on the official website.
Objectively speaking, the taste of the nutrient paste made with mutant slime mold is not particularly exotic. And because of the low salt and sugar content, it has almost no taste.
If it were just that, it wouldn't be hard to swallow, but what really tortures people is the sand-like taste, which is really hard to describe.
After eating, I always feel a mouthful of phlegm stuck in my throat.
Coupled with the green color, it fully suppresses appetite.
Many players finally deeply understand why some NPCs would rather starve to death than eat this thing.
This thing is really not for human consumption!
After publishing the tasting comments, the topic on the forum quickly became how to make the nutrient paste less difficult to swallow.
Scrambled eggs with tomatoes: "If I can get a wall-breaking machine to grind the particles a little finer, I guess the taste will be better."
Yaya: "Can you add a little more chocolate and sugar! (???)?"
Teng Teng: "Wait... this will be very expensive, right?"
Fang Chang: "+1, you've put the cart before the horse."
The original feature of nutritional paste is that it is extremely cheap.
People who can afford chocolate would never buy something like nutritional paste.
The topic quickly changed from "how to make nutritional paste less difficult to swallow" to "how to make nutritional paste less unpalatable at the lowest cost".
At this time, a player majoring in chemical engineering suddenly appeared.
"How about adding some saccharin?"
"Sodium o-benzoylsulfonyl imide? It's cheap, but it's not good for your health."
"There is a safe dosage. It's okay if it's less than 5mg per kilogram of body weight... It's a wasteland, what are you picking?"
"Big boss 666!"
"Is this what it means to lead a capitalist?"
"Let's line up first, there are not enough street lights. (Funny)"
...
While the players were still discussing, the Didiwei Food Processing Factory, located at the southernmost end of the industrial zone, was working overtime.
The area of the factory building is not small, about the size of a football field. One of the two warehouses collapsed, and the remaining one was in good structure and could be used.
Judging from the broken bricks on the ground, this place should have been cleaned up not long ago, and many places have not been cleaned up yet, but this does not affect production.
After inspecting the industrial zone and Changjiu Farm in the northern suburbs three days ago, Ditwei immediately attracted a group of small and medium-sized grain merchants in Giant Stone City, raised a huge amount of funds of 300,000 chips, purchased a complete set of nutrient paste production equipment, and hired mercenaries to send it to the northern suburbs together with the old one in his small workshop.
The land rent in the northern suburbs industrial zone is very cheap, and it is free of rent in the first two years. The only costs are water and electricity bills, management fees and 20% corporate income tax.
Compared with Giant Stone City, this cost is already very low.
Especially the labor cost here is cheap.
The basic daily salary of ordinary workers is 10 silver coins. Counting food expenses, etc., the actual cost per month is only about 400 silver coins. Hiring 20 workers, the cost per month is only 8,000 silver coins.
What is the concept of 8,000 silver coins?
To be honest, Ditwei doesn't have an accurate concept.
The exchange rate provided by the bank is that one chip can be exchanged for 2 silver coins, but this is definitely not the market exchange rate, otherwise the workers here would have an absurdly high salary, with a basic daily wage of 5 chips.
Moreover, the bank here only provides the service of exchanging chips, dinars, and CR for silver coins, and cannot directly exchange silver coins for chips or other currencies.
If chips must be used, it is necessary to apply for it as a company, clearly state what kind of equipment to purchase, and only after approval can it be exchanged.
The control of foreign exchange here is very strict.
But it is not as strict as other small survivor settlements in Qingquan City, such as prohibiting residents from privately holding chips or trading with foreign merchants privately. Gu
Ditwei actually doesn't care much about these.
Although there is no way to exchange silver coins for chips, you can use silver coins to buy things and then transport them to Boulder City to sell them.
The products produced can be taken away at will, and can be exported as long as the tax is paid.
In addition, Shelter No. 404 also provided him with a ready-made factory and a low-interest loan of 600,000 silver coins to pay for a series of expenses such as labor, water and electricity.
It is equivalent to not spending a penny to set up a factory here!
Equipment and technology are enough!
As for losses, it doesn't matter. Factories are limited liability systems, and debts will not be traced back to individuals. At most, equipment and other assets will be auctioned.
Such generous conditions moved Ditwei to tears!
"... At present, the average daily processing capacity of our factory has reached 100 tons, and the daily production capacity is 10 tons of nutrient paste and 4 tons of organic fertilizer!"
"I assure you that this number will at least double before the end of the month! Even triple!"
Walking in the spacious factory.
Ditwei, with a rosy face, was enthusiastically introducing the production line he got from Boulder City to the manager beside him.
Workers in protective clothing threw the bodies of gnawers, crawlers, and even butchers on the truck into steel containers.
Their appearance and what they were doing did not remind people of food production at all, but rather they were destroying the bodies.
The container was full of bodies, and the workers standing on the operating table operated a tower crane-like device to lift the container and move it to the top of the cylindrical metal tank body as thick as an oil tank.
As the container tilted, the bodies of the alien species fell into the huge metal tank body like dumplings.
The round hatch was sealed, the pressure indicator began to rise, and the whole set of equipment started to work with a booming hum.
There were a total of eight equally thick metal tanks here!
After being canned, these bodies will undergo 24 hours of high temperature, drying, inactivation, extrusion and other processes, and then be transported to the workshop on the side of the factory through pipelines, and then the effective ingredients will be separated through a series of complex procedures.
After this series of pretreatments, the thick substance produced is like a bunch of green slime, and basically no connection with the mutant slime mold can be seen.
Ignoring the smell, it is even a little cute.
"... One hundred tons is still a little less. At least 20,000 alien species are killed every day on the front line. I hope you can reach a processing capacity of more than 400 tons by the end of the month."
Chu Guang asked casually, looking at the equipment in the factory with interest.
"By the way, what about the sales? Is the nutrient paste produced easy to sell?"
This is the second question Chu Guang cares about.
Ditwei smiled and said confidently.
"Don't worry about this. Although these equipment are not the most advanced, our cost is cheap enough! In terms of price, we have an absolute advantage to beat our competitors!"
In addition to the low production cost, there is another huge advantage of setting up a factory here than in Boulder City, that is, convenient transportation.
Although the resources in Qingquan City are rich, the road conditions are really hard to describe. One kilometer here is more difficult to walk than ten kilometers outside the city.
In front of a two- or three-meter-long tunnel and a four- or five-meter-high cliff, not to mention wheeled vehicles, even tracked vehicles have to stay away.
Therefore, when the caravans in Boulder City do business with surrounding areas, they usually choose two-headed cattle or other livestock as a means of transportation.
Some cross-regional caravans will also choose to settle outside the city, and then hire local ox carts to exchange what they have with the survivors' base in the city.
However, in the northern suburbs, this problem is much easier to solve.
This is a suburb itself, and there is a wilderness outside the city. The products produced in the factory can be directly loaded on trucks and towed away.
"... At present, my partner has obtained an order worth a total of 200,000 chips from a farmer in the south. They need a large amount of nutrient paste to feed slaves and livestock, and our price and supply are what they can't refuse!
"The other party even expressed his willingness to pick up the goods at home. This will be a long-term business! "
Chu Guang looked at him in surprise.
"Can the nutritional paste be used to feed livestock?"
Ditwei had a confident smile on his face.
"Of course! The nutritional paste can be eaten by humans, and of course it can be eaten by livestock, and it is a very high-quality feed! Some farmers will mix it with green wheat and feed it to two-headed cows. Cows fed with this kind of feed will be much stronger than those fed with straw and grass! "
Not bad.
Chu Guang nodded, with a satisfied smile on his face.
I didn't expect the nutritional paste to have such a wide range of uses.
Even if this food processing factory is poorly managed, can't repay the loan, and finally goes bankrupt and liquidates, he doesn't have to worry about losing money.
The expression on Ditwei's face was the same.
Although he invested a huge sum of 300,000 chips at one time, he didn't feel bad at all, because the money would be earned back soon.
The electricity price in the industrial zone of Shelter No. 404 is the same as that in Boulder City. Combining all the costs, the cost of one ton of nutritional paste is only 200~208 silver coins.
According to the official exchange rate of 1 chip for 2 silver coins, it is equivalent to recharging 100 chips to get one ton of nutritional paste.
In Boulder City, even Weijia Commercial Bank costs more than 200 chips to produce one ton of nutritional paste!
Usually, the retail price of nutritional paste is between 1~2 chips per kilogram, and the wholesale price starts from one ton, 300 to 4 per ton. 00 chips.
What does this mean?
This means that his cost is only half of that of Weijia Commercial Bank!
The profit is more than three times theirs!
The huge bargaining space allows him to arbitrarily lower the ex-factory price to below the other party's cost line!
As for the brand effect?
What brand effect does a nutritional paste, a thing used to feed livestock, need?
The only requirement of the buyer is that it will not kill him and that he can be full. Even if a "large quantity" sign is put on it, it will not make the nutritional paste easier to sell.
No matter how Ditwei calculates, this is a sure-win business.
And this is just the profit of the nutritional paste. The waste left over from the production line can be made into organic fertilizer or sold to the chemical plant next door.
Looking at the equipment running non-stop in front of him and listening to the rumbling sound, Ditwei felt a surge of emotion.
If the manager was not standing next to him, he could not help but cheer for the mother nest that was desperately giving birth.
"Let the wave come more violently! "
...
In fact, it doesn't matter even if Didiwei shouts it out, Chu Guang is not so petty that he will blame him for a few words.
He got rich.
It's normal to be excited.
However, no matter how much he earns, he can't earn more than Chu Guang.
More than 70% of the production costs of Didiwei Food Processing Factory, whether it is water, electricity or the purchase of raw materials, are paid directly to the shelter.
Not to mention that for every ton of goods produced, a 20% tax must be paid to the shelter before it is sold.
And the wages paid to the workers, although not paid directly to the shelter, will eventually flow back to Chu Guang's hands.
And in this circular economic chain, not only does it solve employment and feed the labor force, but it also boosts the consumption capacity of residents and creates more demand.
Chu Guang can't calculate exactly how much he won Here we come.
Anyway, we win!
…
After inspecting the start-up of the food processing plant, Chu Guang did not stay in the industrial zone for too long, but went straight to the front line.
The battle situation on the front line has been getting more and more intense recently.
In the past week, Chu Guang's work focus has basically been on logistics.
Now that the problems of the plague and the fiscal deficit have been solved, he can finally focus all his energy on solving the problem of the wave without any worries.
Temporary command post.
Chu Guang summoned the officers and staff on the front line and held a combat meeting.
Guard Captain Wrench first reported on the battle situation during this period.
Then Vanus, who served as a staff officer, summarized the intelligence and expressed his views.
"… The stalemate has lasted for ten days, and the wave's offensive has not shown any signs of weakening, while the loss of ammunition and personnel on the front line is constantly increasing."
"All signs indicate that our enemies have deployed incubators and even mother nests on the front line, and the location is in the area of Street 65. "
As he spoke, Vanus drew a red circle on the map with a pen, circling the area near the clock tower on 65th Street.
Although there is no direct evidence that the mother nest is there, according to the pictures taken by the drone, the crawlers that infiltrated the player's side positions basically spread from here.
Chu Guang frowned slightly.
"In other words, the alien species we have recently faced are not the ones that came from the city center? But they are hatched nearby?"
Vanus shook his head.
"It's hard to say, but their behavior of not launching a full-scale offensive is quite suspicious, and it's hard not to associate it with something bad."
Wrench suddenly spoke.
"I don't know if this is right, but these alien species always give me a feeling... as if they are preparing for something. "
After several days of testing, these aliens have become familiar with the players' defense strategies, but they are still sending out gnawers.
If it weren't for their low IQ...
Vanus frowned.
"Are they stalling for time?"
Wrench nodded.
"I think so too."
Chu Guang stared at the map and pondered for a long time before speaking.
"The frontline position has been stabilized. We have stockpiled enough ammunition and equipment in the ammunition depot on the edge of the Fifth Ring Road. Now is the best window for counterattack."
Speaking, Chu Guang glanced at the officers and staff around him.
"No matter what they are preparing."
"Before they are ready, let's solve this trouble once and for all!"