Chapter 1042: The Phantom Fog Disappears, and the Situation Is About to Explode!

January 6, Year 2 of the Wasteland Calendar, a day worth recording in history.

The lucky humans will always remember this day and this disaster that lasted for half a year.

The Thousand Illusions Mist is finally coming to an end.

No longer have to endure the torture of humidity that is like a thorn in the side, and lie in bed all night long.

No longer have to worry about whether the enemy will suddenly jump out of the fog, and the clear vision will make the enemy nowhere to hide.

The appearance of the sun will bring the unique warmth of sunlight.

Even the cement that is not completely dry will speed up the progress, making the infrastructure construction go more smoothly.

In the early morning, it was just past six o'clock.

The quiet village became uncontrollably restless, and more and more residents walked out of the house and looked up to the east.

There, the sun that had disappeared for half a year was bursting with "bright" light, and the whole half of the sky was dyed with green light.

Several staff members were walking beside the building, tearing off the stickers with the slogan "Residents should not walk around casually on foggy days, pay attention to personal safety" and replacing them with new slogans.

Because of the long time, I felt the warmth descending on my body.

Many people raised their hands in front of their eyes, looking unaccustomed.

Standing in front of the gate of the underground city, Su Mo also subconsciously raised his hands to block the light that was not actually dazzling.

The world seemed to become clearer.

Before, no matter what object I looked at, I felt that it was covered with a layer of gauze.

Especially when looking at the distance, this feeling is more obvious, making people feel like they are living in an illusory world.

But now, there is only the last trace of mist in the air floating on the horizon, which can hardly affect the weather.

Just

"Is the radio channel still blocked?"

"Yes, master, the fog still blocks the emission of medium and long waves!"

The voice of Zero appeared at the right time, proving that although the Thousand Illusions Mist disappeared, its effect did not end immediately.

Previously, because the fog blocked the radio, humans had to go to the world channel to chat and send and receive information.

It's a pity that the thing costs a lot, and the words spoken out will be seen by all players.

Many people migrating on the sea are looking forward to the end of the fog, so that they can connect to the human territory of the new world through the radio channel to get more detailed information and help.

However, the current practice of the game is to cut off this expectation and not completely open up the radio wave transmission.

This feels like a monopoly capitalist, in order to make their products (world chat) more popular.

In order to allow more people to continue to use the game panel, I don't know how long this last trace of fog will be retained.

Of course, this is not all bad.

At least the communication between the indigenous people has been hindered, and they are still firmly restricted from communicating intelligence.

"What is the maximum communication distance?"

"Um, two hundred kilometers? Or three hundred kilometers?"

"That's okay."

Although long-distance communication is still blocked, it is not as if going to Sunny Harbor City is like losing contact.

Now, even if you are out of the territory, you still can't use the territory chat, and the radio communication channel can finally be used.

Su Mo could already imagine that the two allies who discovered this phenomenon were ecstatic and quickly sent someone to send the encrypted channel number.

It was so good to be able to communicate, and no longer have to endure the damn human information transmission!

However, before Su Mo could start to check the further changes.

On the four-lane asphalt road in front of the underground city, Su Deben, riding an off-road motorcycle, roared in.

After parking the car and taking off his helmet, Su Deben, who was over fifty years old, did not admit his age and dressed like a ghost fire boy.

Looking at the surprised Su Mo, he took a long breath and said quickly:

"One good news, one bad news, and one good news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Hmm?"

Su Mo raised his eyebrows curiously.

"From your look, let me hear the good news first."

"Uh"

Already prepared to tell the bad news first, Su Deben was a little stunned and quickly took back the words he had uttered.

He took out a folder from the back of the motorcycle.

"The good news is that although there were some twists and turns in our promotion process, we were able to successfully send it out in the end. In less than half a month, the sea stations within 10,000 nautical miles of the New World will broadcast our promotional advertisements, and every survivor passing by will know that there is a 'Tianyuan' territory in the New World that can treat the Hell Flower Virus."

Before leaving, the village's communications department had already agreed on a time.

It only takes some simple encryption methods at three o'clock in the middle of the night when there are the least people, and then the information can be successfully transmitted.

At this time, Su Deben spread out the folder, which recorded the news that Bao Lei sent back through the world chat.

Su Mo took the file and scanned it for a few times, and found that it did not record the twists and turns of the promotion process, but some secret news in the deep sea, as well as the current situation there.

"Are pirates so rampant on the sea now? There are actually people from our earth who join the indigenous people to become pirates and deal with their own people?"

Su Mo couldn't help but smack his lips, admitting that he still underestimated the bottom line of humans and the cruelty of the wasteland.

Not everyone can maintain their nature in the chaotic wasteland. Most people can't help but fall into depravity in the face of repeated difficult choices. Even those who have not fallen are forced to fall into depravity by others.

According to the news sent back by Bao Lei, the number of pirates has reached a terrifying level.

According to the distribution of the number of people, there are nearly 3,000 people who choose to be pirates in a sea area with 100,000 people.

They will not only attack the post stations built on the sea, but also plunder the materials and people in the post stations.

They will also pretend to be migrants to gain trust and rob the fleets heading to the New World.

What's more, some people even thought of building a fake "sea post station".

Any team that rashly enters here to rest without asking clearly will be divided and dealt with in the end.

Those who are willing to be pirates will stay, and those who are unwilling will either be the lowest slaves or be directly exiled to the sea.

And the most terrifying thing is that this number is still rising.

According to the statistics of the intelligence transmission within the post station, in another month, when the migration tide reaches its peak.

The number of pirates in the sea area with 100,000 people will surge to at least 20,000.

"Isn't this just to make a fortune before going to the New World? Even people who don't have this idea will be tempted, right?"

"Yes, when you see a fat sheep with a lot of supplies passing by, and there is no one else watching, how many people can resist the urge to take action?"

Ninety-five percent of people are not professional pirates.

Plunder is just a temporary impulse when seeing a large amount of supplies.

Looking at Su Mo with a serious face, Su Deben standing aside continued.

"But you don't have to worry too much about pirates. According to my experience, it is unlikely to develop to the point where the Sea Post predicts it will be as bad as it predicts. You have to know that pirates don't just rob ordinary people. Once their numbers expand to a certain extent, they will create chaos within themselves."

"With the arrival of a large human army, more and more people will choose to travel in groups, and they will have fewer opportunities to take action. After all, their weapons are at best handmade guns, and they don't have any real high-powered lethal weapons at all."

"What about the bad news?"

"The bad news is that your precious child, Bao Lei, has to take people to deal with those pirates!"

Su Deben spread his hands and pretended to be helpless.

"You read it right. This guy is really bold. The intelligence dealer in the giant tree root sea area embezzled his reward and only used less than 20% of the funds to pass on the news. Guess what, the rules of the sea station have changed. The price of message transmission has become more expensive. An intelligence dealer sprayed our territory on the world channel and was seen by Bao Lei."

"This guy immediately took people to kill the intelligence dealer. In the end, I don't know how he operated, but he actually gained the trust of the manager of the sea station and became a new intelligence dealer."

"But the price is that he has to take people to clean up a group of pirates around as a token of his loyalty."

Even if Su Deben kept it short, Su Mo could roughly guess that the process was not that simple.

The permanent population of the giant tree root station is nearly 20,000, and there are hundreds of guards alone.

In such an environment, he can kill the intelligence dealer and replace him.

This is not something that can be summarized by ordinary courage.

"So he asked us for help?"

"Yes, Bao Lei only brought 15 people, and the other side had at least 300 people, and the scale was expanding as time went on. Even if he could command the ordinary guards of the post station, it was unlikely that he would be able to encircle and wipe out the pirates."

"How much time did the post station manager give him?"

"Fifteen days, of course, does not mean to encircle and wipe out all of them, but to ensure that the pirates will not attack the post station again."

"That's troublesome, our support will not arrive in half a month."

Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.

"What about the rest of the news, is it related to the deep sea?"

"It doesn't matter, but it's also a request for help."

Su Deben shook his head.

"Do you remember that a village-type tribe descended further south in the southern suburbs? Because of the invasion of the Qinggang Shelter and the disappearance of the fog protection, they were afraid that the desperate mole men would invade their homes, so they sent people to ask if they could join our Western Suburbs Alliance for protection."

"The southern suburbs are further south, looking for our Western Suburbs for protection?"

Su Mo smiled faintly.

Unknowingly, the Tianyuan Territory has also become one of the powerful forces in the surrounding area.

With Qinggang City as the center, except for the unshakable overlord "Qinggang Shelter", the strongest remaining is the Western Suburbs Alliance.

In terms of military force, there is the Pingtan Shelter of the Tiger Hunter as a guarantee, which can be hard steeled against any shelter except Qinggang.

In terms of development, there is the vast land provided by the Tianyuan Shelter, and a large amount of renewable resources can be harvested every day.

In terms of intelligence, the Giant City Shelter has also recently become smart and spread spies far along the high ring.

Compared with the fake alliance in the southern suburbs, which is called an alliance but actually fights each other, the relationship between the three major forces in the western suburbs alliance is indeed "solid".

"They have no choice. The southern suburbs cannot provide shelter and will only become invaders."

Su Deben couldn't help but continue.

"Although I don't recommend including them in the alliance, if what the envoy said is true, we may have to think about it carefully."

"Tell me."

Su Mo did not refuse directly.

In fact, this is also one of the main reasons why he established the alliance.

It is to speed up the development of the territory and have sufficient self-protection capabilities as soon as possible before the chaos comes.

Incorporating this group of tribes that may be more than 300 kilometers away into the Western Suburbs Alliance would definitely be nonsense if it were in the past.

But now the disaster of weakening firepower weapons is coming. After the metal ages, the attack of the Qinggang Shelter will no longer be so overwhelming.

Perhaps, this is an opportunity for the Western Suburbs Alliance to take the initiative!

"The gathering place is called "Pumpkin Kefu Bunker", a small gathering place with about 6,000 people."

"At first I thought they were just a small scattered tribe in the wilderness of Blue Star, and there was no contact value."

"But the messenger brought us a surprise."

"If I'm not mistaken, the owner of the bunker should be related to a big shot in the academy, and it is likely to be his family!"

"What? Are you sure?"

Hearing Su Deben say this, Su Mo couldn't help showing a hint of surprise on his face.

The academy is a huge organization comparable to the Foundation on Blue Star, with countless rare technologies that make people jealous.

Rumor has it that they have not given up the research on artificial intelligence that the Blue Star people had done before, and they are still pushing forward after the war.

That holy city, the headquarters of the academy.

It is the safest place on the entire Blue Star, and no weapon can break through the defenses deployed around it.

The family members of the big shots don't live there, and they choose to live in a bunker with thousands of people?

"You know, even big shots have inconveniences. Some identities may not be so suitable to live in the holy city and live around. In this bunker with abundant living facilities, it is more convenient most of the time."

"The messenger didn't tell me all the information, but the reward she gave was very tempting."

"As long as the owner of the bunker is protected until the guards of the academy come, and after she leaves, it will be ours."

Su Deben showed an ambiguous look, and it was obvious that he had experienced similar things before.

"Do you mean that the owner of the bunker has contacted the people of the academy?"

"Of course not, otherwise how could he find us."

Su Deben shook his head.

"You want to ask why they didn't seek refuge in Sunny Harbor Shelter? The reason is actually very simple. The owner of the bunker used to be childhood sweethearts with Hades, the manager of Sunny Harbor Shelter. The two were only one step away from getting married, but in the end, due to some very coincidental reasons, she chose to betray and successfully hooked up with a big shot in the academy."

"Yes, that's nonsense. I suspect that the game deliberately placed them around Sunny Harbor City to stir up chaos!"

"If Hades really knew that she was playing tricks, he would be so angry that he would be killed! ?