"Dear Administrator, I am willing to dedicate my farm to the New Alliance!"
In the reception room.
Standing in front of Chu Guang, Old Brown bowed his head respectfully, and his wrinkled right hand trembled on his left chest to show respect.
Chu Guang looked at him in surprise.
Good guy.
Is he so conscious?
When Chu Guang heard that Brown wanted to see him for something, he thought he was here to ask for the food and biomass oil he had borrowed before, but he didn't expect that he was here to surrender.
"Can you tell me what made you make this decision suddenly?"
Of course, because I want to live--
But the smart old Brown would naturally not say that.
The expression on his face was slightly adjusted, and he raised his head with a solemn and serious expression, and said in a rhythmic voice.
"It's your speech, dear administrator."
Chu Guang carefully recalled his speech, and he couldn't remember what he said that day. He only remembered that he advertised his "Nuclear Soda" at the end.
Seeing that Chu Guang did not speak, Old Brown continued.
"... Your impassioned speech at the celebration enlightened me, a dull person, and made me feel deeply ashamed of my past actions. In order to survive, I did many things that I shouldn't have done. I can't argue that all this was against my will. I just hope that this way can alleviate my sins."
"A new world of equality and no oppression is also what I expect."
When saying this, Old Brown's face was full of piety, but his heart was bitter.
In fact, he not only wanted to survive, but even if the New Alliance didn't want his farm, he would soon be unable to operate the farm.
In the previous Wave War, Shelter 404 requisitioned almost all the biomass oil from his warehouse, and after the war, they didn't seem to intend to return it.
Of course, Brown was embarrassed to ask for it.
After all, without those blue coats, let alone the farm, his head might have been hung on the chair of the Bone Chewing Tribe, and it would not be the Wave's turn to help.
But this is borrowing grain and oil, and his warehouse is so empty that rats can run away.
Yesterday he asked the butler to do some calculations and found that he had lost nearly 10,000 chips in just the first two months of the year. When he thought that he still had to feed more than 200 slaves and more than 40 servants, he felt a headache like it was about to split.
This is still the beginning of the year.
What if it is the end of the year? ? ?
Especially now that the new alliance has been established, the entire area from the North Fifth Ring Road to the Elm District has been included in the recovery area, and his farm is just within this range.
What is coming has finally come.
Old Brown was not surprised at the result, but was relieved.
At least he didn't have to be awakened by the sound outside the house in the middle of the night, and didn't have to greet the sunshine of the next morning in fear.
He had had enough of such days!
Before Shelter No. 404 came to him to liberate the slaves, he took the initiative to offer the sinful farm to the great alliance.
And this is currently the only way for him to retain his last dignity.
After listening to Old Brown's impassioned speech, Chu Guang smiled in his heart, but he didn't believe a single punctuation mark in his nonsense.
However, this guy was so self-conscious, which saved him a lot of time.
"I'm glad you think so, but we are not unreasonable people. We won't take your farm. It belongs to you. As long as you are willing to abide by our order and recognize our sovereignty over the recovery area, you can continue to operate it under our supervision."
Brown was stunned after hearing this. He didn't quite understand what Chu Guang meant, and said in a trembling voice.
"Sir, I don't understand what you mean."
Compared to the manager of the alliance in front of him accepting his farm, he was more afraid that the other party would say something polite to him.
The new alliance took over the farm, which meant that he could still survive.
He was really afraid that this blue coat would arrange a public trial for him and let the slaves write their own crimes while saying no.
That would be the end of him!
Chu Guang immediately guessed what he was thinking after reading the fear gradually rising in Old Brown's eyes, so he smiled to ease the atmosphere and said.
"It means literally. As long as you abide by the laws of the alliance, free all slaves, hire employees according to the minimum wage standards and labor treatment we set, and fulfill your tax obligations, you can get legal protection."
Release all the slaves?
Brown said with a wry smile.
"Sir... you should take my farm away. There is land everywhere in this wasteland, but without slaves, they are just a pile of useless soil. You can't expect food to pop out of the ground by itself."
People are always unsatisfied.
It seems that if I give the employees two more days off and let them get off work on time, the sky will fall.
Can't farm without slaves?
What a joke!
Chu Guang felt that he needed to settle accounts with him.
"How many slaves do you have?"
Old Brown didn't dare to hide anything, but he didn't have the habit of counting his slaves every day, so he said carefully.
"About 200..."
Chu Guang continued.
"How many fields?"
Old Brown continued.
"The actual planting area... is about 500 acres."
More than 500 acres?
There are so many?
Chu Guang looked slightly surprised.
He had estimated the actual planting area of Brown Farm based on the map to be only about 100 acres, but he didn't expect it to be five times more than his estimate?
This error is a bit outrageous.
However.
This matter can be put aside for later consideration, and it is not yet time to settle the land.
"Don't you think it's a waste to have more than 200 laborers planting 500 acres of land?" Looking at Brown who was unaware of it, Chu Guang said with great sorrow.
Waste?
Brown's face was full of confusion.
He didn't feel the waste at all.
Slaves don't need to be paid, just given food to eat. And the food for slaves is cheap. After growing crops, they can spread a handful of green wheat on the ground, or find a corner to grow some sheep's horn potatoes, which is their food. The uneaten ones can be sold cheaply to scavengers.
When the slaves can't work anymore, they can be sold directly, or taken outside for disposal.
"If I were you, I would sell the slaves, use the money to buy a few tractors, and then equip them with planters and harvesters, and save some money to build a water tower and irrigation canal for the farm. Only 500 acres of land, more than 20 people are enough! Give them some wages and bonuses, they will work harder than slaves, and even treat the farm as their own home."
"You can't farm without slaves? This idea is very problematic!"
Old Brown was stunned by what Chu Guang said.
After a long while, he whispered.
"...Sir, 200 slaves can only be exchanged for 200,000 silver coins at most. Is this enough to buy the things you mentioned?"
He didn't know how many silver coins or chips were needed to buy these equipment, but he felt that the manager's calculation was quite casual.
Chu Guang smiled slightly and said.
"It may not be enough, but it's not much different. In view of your sincerity in joining the alliance, we are willing to provide you with a loan with an interest rate that is negligible to help you upgrade agricultural tools and survive the initial transformation period."
"Don't worry about not being able to pay it back. We will distinguish between personal and corporate debts. This is not Boulder City. Even if you go bankrupt, you will not become a slave. As long as the accounts are normal, the remaining assets will be auctioned at most."
Old Brown walked out of the reception room in a daze. He couldn't figure it out after calculating for a long time.
He had already prepared to lose the farm and only hoped that the manager would leave him some property for retirement. As a result, he got a loan?
And he can continue to run his own farm.
His heart was full of confusion.
After all the calculations, it seems that he has made a profit?
It's really outrageous.
Chu Guang didn't make things difficult for this self-conscious feudal lord. He even encouraged him and personally sent him out the door.
Holding all the property tightly in his hands is Grandet's behavior, and reasonable allocation of resources is what the alliance manager should do.
What Chu Guang needs is not a farm, but to ensure the production of food and industrial raw materials in the territory. If Old Brown is willing to take the initiative to welcome the new order, he can certainly give him a decent ending.
If the propaganda tools are used properly, Old Brown's deeds may also become a role model for those small feudal lords outside the recovery area.
Looking at the figure disappearing at the edge of the park, Chu Guang touched his chin and thought.
"... The new alliance needs its own propaganda department."
Or why not just learn from the Voice of the Stone City and make a radio station belonging to the Dawn City?
Chu Guang's eyes lit up, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was necessary.
What do you call doing good things without leaving your name?
That's called an honest man!
You can't always let others talk nonsense.
The wastelanders in Boulder City and even the entire southern area of Qingquan City have the right to know the most authentic New Alliance and Dawn City.
In short, he also has to find a few people who can brag and take back the propaganda position that has been neglected for a long time!
...
The next day, the working group sent by the New Alliance entered Brown Farm and, with the assistance of the guards, liquidated the assets of Brown Farm.
The main things that need to be settled are slaves and land.
One is about principles, and the other is about taxes. These two are the most important issues. As for Old Brown's personal property, Chu Guang did not intend to take it from him.
As long as it is within the territory of the New Alliance, it is the same in whose hands.
Old Brown also cooperated quite well with the working group that came to reform him, but when he saw who came, he was dumbfounded.
"Lu, Luca... sir, hello."
When he went to the outpost last winter, he did not recognize this face. It was not until he inquired about the situation of Changjiu Farm that he learned that Luca was a slave who escaped from him.
When he first heard about this, Old Brown broke out in a cold sweat.
He still remembered that he was so angry that he almost shot the guard who let Luca go. But considering that this might make things worse, he thought about it and finally didn't do it.
Looking at Luca standing in front of him, Old Brown was so nervous that he felt like a fish on the chopping board.
He even began to regret that he didn't pack up his belongings and run away.
But Luca didn't make things difficult for him, and looked at him calmly and said.
"Hello, Mr. Brown."
"I am Luka, who is here to supervise the transformation of the farm in compliance with the order of the administrator. We will take the slaves here to Changjiu Farm for study and transformation, and the commissioner will assess the price and give you a one-time compensation."
"After that, I need to make sure that everyone here has obtained a free identity. Remember, everyone. Illegal restriction of personal freedom is a felony. You are now a citizen of the New Alliance. I hope you will remember this."
He has been reborn. As for the past, Luka no longer wants to pursue it, and it is meaningless.
Besides, this is the task of the administrator. Luka, who feels more loyal than anyone else, will never mix personal feelings into it.
Brown nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, with a flattering smile on his face.
"I promise you! I will do my best to cooperate with your work!"
Luka nodded.
"It's better."
Twenty guards in black coats marched in two teams in a uniform pace and entered Changjiu Farm.
The serfs standing next to the shack looked at these people blankly, confused about what was happening in front of them.
They didn't know yet that their fate would change dramatically.
The farm guards standing around the wall cast envious eyes at the rifles on the guards' backs.
"No wonder they can beat the people of the Bone Chewing Tribe... With this equipment, I feel like they can compete with the Boulder City."
Although they have never been to Boulder City, the neat formation and uniforms, as well as the shiny long bayonets and rifles on their backs, are already the limit of their imagination.
At this time, someone continued.
"I heard that the best fighters are not these people."
"Are there any better fighters?"
"Those in blue coats are all awakened! Those wearing black coats are just guards to maintain order."
Everyone is an awakened? !
How is it possible!
Not many people believe this sentence.
One or two hundred is more or less acceptable, but all of them are awakened, this is too exaggerated!
After all, awakening requires not only acquired efforts, but also a high level of talent. Many people never awaken until they die, and many people suddenly awaken after just one life-and-death experience.
"By the way... what will happen to us if Old Brown surrenders?"
"Probably disband on the spot. If I were the manager of the new alliance, I would not allow such a large and uncontrolled armed force to exist on my territory."
"But they didn't pay attention to those mercenaries?"
"It's different. Mercenaries are mercenaries, and slave owners' guards are another matter... In short, there is a difference."
"If it really disbands, I'll just join the army. I'll work hard for anyone, and I won't do anything else anyway."
"Come on, with your poor and ugly appearance? Can you pass the physical examination!"
"Haha!"
Listening to the unscrupulous laughter of his companions around him, Liu Wuyue's face was full of resentment. He hated those blue coats for taking away the farm, and also hated them for being indifferent to the fate of the farm. They were simply unworthy of Brown's kindness to them!
This is not loyal at all!
Finally, he couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
"We gave them so much tribute, and now they want to take the farm from us? Bloody Hands is not such a bastard!"
In the past few years, he finally became a guard from a slave and a person with a name. Now he can finally ride on the heads of those slaves and act arrogantly. As a result, someone actually told him that they are free?
What a joke!
He doesn't want that thing!
The slightly older guard glanced at him.
"Bloody Hands... Those jackals have come to us to beg for money. We give them much more food than we give to the blue coats."
Liu Wuyue said stubbornly.
"But at least they didn't take away our farm!"
The older guard shrugged.
"Maybe, but what does it have to do with me? This is Old Brown's farm, neither yours nor mine. Maybe he has reached some deal with the New Alliance, and it is also a sum of money or some other promise, but no matter what it is, it has nothing to do with you and me."
He still has a good impression of the New Alliance.
Unlike most of the guards here, he is a wastelander who wandered from the east, not a guard promoted from a slave. He works for Old Brown not for loyalty, but purely to make a living.
He has seen many slave owners along the way, but it is the first time he has seen an idealist who is willing to return freedom to people.
Although he has not seen the manager, he is deeply impressed by the kindness of this adult.
Maybe he will join the army later.
Just like the other guards said, working for anyone is working for life. Anyway, he can't do anything else except pulling the trigger, so it's better to leave the bullets for those predators and aliens.
Liu Wuyue was so angry that he couldn't speak. Seeing that a conflict was about to happen, Liu Jiuyue, who was standing next to him, hurried up to pull him.
"Forget it, brother, don't be impulsive."
Fighting in front of the guards is not a good idea.
This is already the territory of the New Alliance.
As the head of the farm guards, Liu Zhengyue's mood at the moment is also full of complexities.
He thinks that Old Brown was simply scared by those blue coats.
Maybe the people of the New Alliance didn't intend to take care of them at all, and didn't look down on their small place at all. It was all because of Old Brown's self-righteousness that led to such a result.
What's more, they have been providing food to those blue coats. Those people will not abandon the donkey after they have done their work, right?
But now it's useless to say anything.
Their master has already donated this farm to the New Alliance. The only consolation is that they can continue to cultivate this land.
It's just that there are no more slaves to use.
On the threshing ground.
All 217 slaves were brought here and stood in two rows on the open ground, looking around blankly, and the guards carrying rifles.
They didn't know that these people were here to save them, and they didn't even know what happened outside the wall.
They watched Old Brown walk up to them.
This man who had always been bossing them around, for the first time ever, used a polite tone today, looking at them like human beings and speaking.
"The new alliance has been established, thank the great administrator, from now on you are free! I am no longer your master, and you are no longer anyone's slave."
"Live well in the new era."
"It's all over."
After throwing this sentence, Old Brown hurried away, and soon the working group led by Luca took over here and started working with the cooperation of the guards.
Many slaves recognized Luca, but the changes in him made all the slaves dare not recognize him.
However, Luca didn't put on any airs with them, and walked up to them patiently, and promoted the ideas and will of the administrator to them.
And the only private goods he brought -
Loyalty!
It was the administrator who saved you, so you must remember and abide by loyalty!
After hearing these words, the originally anxious slaves all breathed a sigh of relief.
For most of them, loyalty, which can be explained in one sentence, is much easier to understand than equality and salvation.
Seeing that these people finally understood the painstaking efforts of the administrator, Old Luca finally showed a relieved smile on his face.
In any case, the backward production relations must be abolished.
In the recovery area of the New Alliance, human freedom will be protected by law, and this is also Chu Guang's promise to those who support him.
217 serfs and 41 servants will automatically obtain the status of guardians and go to Changjiu Farm for transformation ranging from one to six months.
During this period, the New Alliance will provide them with food and education opportunities, and their obligation is to learn at least one skill to make a living.
Whether it is pedaling a sewing machine or moving bricks and screwing screws, at least find a job that can be done.
In addition, they also need to learn the laws of the New Alliance and accept new ideas.
When the transformation is completed, everyone will automatically obtain the status of a resident of the new alliance and decide their own future.
Of course, they can continue to farm.
But not for others, but for themselves.
...
Chu Guang originally planned to go to Brown Farm in person, but unfortunately he had more important things to do and couldn't leave, so he entrusted it to Old Luca.
Today is the third day of the establishment of the new alliance. At 8 o'clock in the morning of the wasteland time, the first batch of European emperors who obtained the closed beta qualification of Beta0.1 version finally went online.
Chu Guang temporarily placed the newly produced cultivation cabin in Shelter No. 117.
Because there is no independent room suitable for placing the hibernation cabin on the B4 floor, and it involves the most core area of the shelter-the terminal that controls the server.
This is a function belonging to the "developer", Chu Guang naturally cannot open it to players.
Although Shelter No. 404 does not have more space, Shelter No. 117 still has 100 "luxury single rooms" available.
In the bug fix of Beta0.1 version, Chu Guang changed all 500 rooms of Shelter No. 117 into double dormitories. The population limit of Shelter No. 117 instantly doubled, and now it can accommodate up to 1,000 people.
The first batch of players in the B round of testing is tentatively set at 40 people.
At the same time, the exploration plan for Shelter No. 401 and reactor fuel rods is also underway. At present, this work is mainly carried out by the scientific expedition team led by Yin Fang.
In the square of Shelter No. 117.
At this moment, there is a noisy noise.
Most people put on the helmet with the mentality of giving it a try, but they didn't expect it to be true.
All the expectations and uneasiness were settled at this moment, and the joy and excitement that gushed out were like a new life!
Keep your voice down. Braum: "Hahaha! I'm in! I'm finally in!"
Asian Pictures: "Everyone, be quiet. Listen to me. Everyone here is a person who has stood out from billions of good brothers. Speak more firmly!"
Ice and Fire: "Ah! Everyone, be more firm! Is the dog planner here? Light a cigarette for me!"
Asian Pictures: "Fuck, brother is awesome!"
Luo Yu kneaded his face repeatedly.
"Huh, huh, huh? Doesn't this game have a part of character creation and gender selection?"
Qingfeng looked around blankly.
"The modeling is flawless. You can't get through it at all. There are also differences in light and shadow effects and temperature. This game... is too real!"
Wearing azure power armor, Chu Guang and his most loyal guards stood aside and watched these newbies crying, laughing, making noises and jumping excitedly.
He had long been accustomed to the performance art of the players and could understand their excitement, but the guards next to him were still somewhat unaccustomed to it.
Chu Guang coughed lightly and whispered in the communication channel.
"Frozen awakening syndrome, dormancy time of more than two centuries... This happens occasionally, don't be too surprised."
The symptoms were made up by him, and no one could disprove them anyway.
The guards wearing exoskeletons certainly had no doubts about what the administrator said. In their view, the administrator's will was the truth, and they nodded loyally.
Not to mention being surprised, there was no change in their expressions.
It was the same as the previous versions.
Chu Guang gave these excited little players enough time to celebrate, allowing them to fully vent their excitement and excitement.
At the same time, most of the old players who were planning to do the "Passing on the Torch" task stood at the edge of the hall and watched the newbies comment and pick and choose.
Most of them came this way.
Even more exaggerated than these newbies.
Watching the newbies making a fuss is also one of the reserved programs of the "Wasteland OL" closed beta server.
"This batch of newbies is not good," Tail, who was holding his arms, shook his head in a mature manner, "No one took off his pants!"
Sisi glanced at Tail.
"Your remarks are very dangerous."
The old players who led the newbies were mainly in the LV8~LV11 range, but there were also some "50% newbies" who had just passed LV5 who came to recruit apprentices.
Chu Guang did not strictly limit the level of the "Passing on the Torch" task, and there was no restriction that it must be a combat professional player. The only requirement was to have a VM.
At the same time, since the Beta0.1 version updated the legion system, many old players who planned to establish independent legions also came here to recruit people.
However, the conditions for recruiting people by these big guys are usually more stringent than those for individual players, mainly targeting hardcore players with similar interests.
There are many ways to play "Wasteland OL".
Although it tends to recruit hardcore players who can play hard, it does not "only" recruit hardcore players.
An overly serious server atmosphere will make the game niche, and this is why Chu Guang has always emphasized on the official website that "Wasteland OL" is a "fun-oriented MM" game that focuses on leisure.
Carrying a wooden sign in his hand, Debt Big Eyes shouted excitedly, and he looked like an old man picking up children at the kindergarten gate.
"The Death Corps is recruiting! We have the highest combat losses and the most medals. We will go wherever there is danger! The only requirement is to follow the command in the team battle and not be afraid of death in the team battle. Professional firefighter Shui Ge will take you to experience the most realistic firefighting scene!"
Bian Pashui couldn't help but spray.
"Is there anyone who advertises like you?"
Debt Big Eyes smiled.
"You know nothing! Didn't you see that the eyes of those newbies are bright?"
The construction site boy and the brick raised their hands.
"I'll open my eyes! It's better to make things clear with the newbies than to have conflicts after joining the group!"
On the other side, the "Skeleton Corps" of Brother Mole and the "Storm Corps" of the Fountain Commander are also recruiting people, but neither of them is very open.
In terms of characteristics, there are some. The former focuses on German stick equipment and gives a shovel when joining the group. The latter advocates breaking the whole into parts, and everyone can wear whatever they want.
Many newbies have read Brother Mole's posts on the forum, especially when they heard that he was an unemployed painter, some hardcore players went to him to sign up.
In addition to the Death Corps, the one who made the most noise is undoubtedly Brother Mosquito.
This guy can be said to have performed performance art to the extreme. He stood in the square with a flamethrower's equipment and yelled with his duck voice.
"The Burning Corps is recruiting! The T0 boss will help you show off and fly! The Corps has air force and artillery. Now join the Goblin Technology 10% off voucher benefits! Unlimited use time!"
Fountain Commander: "Damn, Mosquito, aren't you a professional life player?"
Canyon Fleeing Mole: "That's right! You came here to join in the fun! And your thing is also called air force?"
Macabazi: "That's right! Your broken plane is not as good as my brother Shaobuzi's air force!"
Shaobuzi: "???"
Ignoring everyone's complaints, Mosquito smiled and said: "Hehe, who said I am a professional life player! Have you seen a professional life player who kills the boss first?"
The Battlefield Atmosphere Group standing aside was the darkest with me, and they rolled their eyes at the same time.
This guy.
He just grabbed a head, how dare he brag about it every day!
Mosquito coughed.
"No more nonsense, I'm here to help Lao Bai and his team recruit people. We were originally going to call it the Bull Horse Corps, but the name was too lame, and we all played Warcraft together before, so we changed it to the Burning Corps."
It turned out to be a few big guys in the Bull Horse Group.
Everyone stopped complaining about Mosquito pitting the newbies.
Everyone can see the fighting power of the Bull Horse Team.
However, Lao Bai and his team did not recruit new players themselves, but asked Mosquito to do it for them, which was beyond the expectations of Mole and Fountain Water and other players.
Did these damn Europeans receive some hidden mission again?
It's too much to not cut a knife!
In addition to the newly established corps, the merchant players who planned to trick the newbies into joining the group were also shouting and making empty promises.
The noisy sounds in the square were endless, and the newbies were confused to find that these old players were more noisy than them.
At this moment, a scream came from the crowd.
Unprofessional retort: "Fuck! Why is my nose flat?"
The players around turned their heads to look at the door and laughed.
Wow.
A... Bajie walking upright?
The nose and ears must be right!
"Awesome, after the cat girl, there is also a pig man?"
"Buddy, can you eat pork?"
"Ah, the bad taste of the dog planner!"
"Hahaha, brother, I've read your book!"
Unprofessional retort: "%￥#@!"
Chu Guang, who was standing in the square, also showed a surprised expression on his face.
Especially when he browsed the attribute panel of this little player.
[
ID: Unprofessional Fanman
Gene sequence: Constitution system
Level: LV.0
——Basic attributes——
Strength: 5
Agility: 3
Constitution: 7
Perception: 5
Intelligence: 5
]
[
Talent:
Pigman: Get the nose, ears and tail of a pig (Screwed up, the genetic similarity between pigs and humans is as high as 83%, but the fusion of the two is not as smooth as expected... Maybe I should try cats next time.)]
Accelerated recovery: has a 133%~150% recovery speed bonus, and the hunger accumulation speed also gets a 200% bonus.
]
Same as the previous Aoao Sesame Paste.
The player's sequence is not classified as an alien, but a constitution system. The attribute panel is also a standard template for the constitution system, 3 agility and 7 constitution, and the rest are all base values 5.
It's also thanks to this.
After all, the claws of lizards and white bears can be used, and the hard-working debuffs are at most uncoordinated with the fingers.
But pig's trotters...
Chu Guang really couldn't think of any other uses for them except for braised pork.
"Forget it, let the players figure out the specific gameplay."
Chu Guang coughed lightly, walked in front of the players, skillfully blocked the hands that tried to attack his chest, and activated the talent of mental deterrence, forcing the naughty little players to instinctively retreat.
Waiting for everyone to quiet down.
In response to the pairs of expectant eyes, Chu Guang read out the opening remarks he redesigned for the Beta version with a serious expression.
"Welcome back to the surface, the lucky ones who are still alive! I am the manager of Shelter 404, and also the manager of the Alliance.
"I have two important news to tell you here. The good news is that the war is over, and the bad news is that our world has changed beyond recognition. "
"However, the situation here is not as bad as you think. Thanks to the efforts of your predecessors, they united the indigenous people on the surface, defeated the barbarism that threatened us, and successfully established our first stronghold in the wasteland."
"According to the resolution of the highest level of the Human Union, the United Front for the Revival of Human Civilization has been established. We have formed a new alliance, and soon the recovery areas will spring up like mushrooms after rain until we get back what we have lost one by one."
"You are more fortunate than tens of billions of people to live in this new era. After celebrating the joy of regaining your life, I need you to recognize the current situation as soon as possible, and then fulfill your oath under the banner of the Human Union-"
"Rebuild our home! "
In the setting, the players are old popsicles who have been dormant since the era of the human league.
Although the dormant capsule does not have a freezing function.
After speaking this passage in Chinese, Chu Guang recorded it and backed it up on the server.
There will be new players joining the game every day, and he can't be on the scene every day as a repeater.
After that, Chu Guang will order the trusted guards to wear the six-style "heavy cavalry" exoskeleton to come here to complete this task for him -
Replay his recording.
Or repeat what he said again.
After the opening animation, Chu Guang gave the time to the old players.
In the lively welcoming ceremony, the newbies found Their own organization, with full of expectation, took the novice gift pack prepared by the manager for them, ready to step into this mysterious wasteland world, to experience how real this 100% real virtual reality game can be.
With the care of the old players, the fastest death record created by the old man who quit smoking should not be refreshed so quickly.
At the same time, the strongest fighting force of the server, the Niu Ma team, was quietly approaching the eastern part of Qingquan City - an area that few people have set foot in.
Standing on a half-collapsed high-rise building.
Fang Chang, holding a telescope, looked at the vast sea of forests scattered in the reinforced concrete ruins, with shock written on his face.
"This is too amazing..."