Chapter 169 This Game May Have Hired a P Agency Planner (1/2)

Guns are more convincing than words at any time.

Such as now.

Li didn't take too long to make a decision. He had no doubt that destroying these people in front of him didn't even require a charge.

Even though the refugees behind him were not willing, he still tried to convince them.

"We have no choice, they won't let us go forward and there's no way we can go back."

A ragged wastelander couldn't help shouting: "What if we hand over our weapons and they open fire on us?"

"So what if we don't hand over our weapons?" Li looked at the man and said, "They don't even need a charge to kill us."

The wastelander couldn't argue.

There are more than 180 of them in total, and more than half of them are old and weak, women and children, and the number of young and middle-aged men who can form a fighting force is less than 70...and this includes children over eight years old and under fourteen years old. situation.

All the firearms add up to only about twenty, and the rest are bows, arrows and spears. These equipment are enough to deal with some of the same crotch-hungry predators, but they can only stay away when encountering a strong opponent.

This is not the first time that they have been driven away from other survivor strongholds. Almost no one will open their living rooms in winter.

At least these men didn't open fire directly when they had the power to destroy them.

This is already the greatest kindness...

After the refugees put down their weapons, Chu Guang asked Wanwan to send two people in to collect their weapons. At the same time, he kept his promise and set up a large pot in the open space at the east gate.

Chu Guang could not give them as good food as the players, but he would not watch these refugees starve and freeze in the cold wind.

He issued a task through VM and asked Tomato and Scrambled Eggs to go to the warehouse to collect 50 kilograms of green wheat and make a pot of porridge for the refugees.

At the same time, let the man who called Li, along with the young and middle-aged labor force who could still work, set up a camp in the open space fifty meters away from the east gate.

The terrain here is undulating, and dead trees embedded in the snow can be seen everywhere. There are also concrete debris and a small amount of building debris that can be used.

Building a shack is an essential skill for every wastelander, and these people are no exception. After giving them some tools such as shovels and carts, the work went smoothly.

At the same time, the big pot at the east door was also set up. As the water in the pot boiled, Brother Scrambled Egg poured all the green wheat into it.

Wheat with an oxalic acid smell is difficult to make people appetite, and it takes a long time to cook to get rid of the astringent taste.

But this is for the players.

For those hungry people who are about to starve to death, even a little bit of turbid soup is a supreme delicacy.

The white gas floating on the pot made all the refugees swallow their saliva, and they built the camp even faster.

Standing behind Chu Guang and watching, several players whispered to each other.

"These people look so pathetic."

"It's quite pitiful. Even the children are helping."

"But I didn't expect that people would come to this survivor stronghold just after it was built."

"This works too quickly."

Listening to the whispers of the players, Chu Guang also felt puzzled. Although he ordered the cigarette, he didn't expect that he would attract people here just the next day.

Why didn't anyone come when the Pioneer was still there? There was a lot more smoke in the camp at that time than now, and his little players got up early in the morning to cook for themselves.

It just happened to come at this time!

If these refugees had come two days earlier, their food would have been much better than now. Those people on the Pioneer had no shortage of food and clothing, and they were even more pitiful than themselves. Chu Guang even dared to bet that as long as he expressed his willingness to accept these refugees, he believed that they would generously support him with supplies.

As for now, Chu Guang can only say that he will do his best.

While the refugees were setting up camp, Chu Guang asked Old Luca to make a census of their population.

There are 187 refugees in total, including 61 young men over 14 years old, and the rest are old, weak, women and children, and there are even 5 babies under one year old and 4 pregnant women.

Chu Guang estimated that when their team was at its largest, there should be about three to four hundred people. They may have reduced their number by half along the way.

But even so, their situation is still much better than that of the nomads who settled near the Wetland Park.

If I remember correctly, Brother Iron Ax led his tribe all the way from the north of the river valley province. Even the men were almost dead when they got here, and they were even thinking about their own seeds.

The guards handed over their guns, but they were allowed to keep the knives, axes, and bows and arrows.

According to Wrench's statistics, they handed over a total of 23 iron tube rifles of different calibers, including 5 old-fashioned muskets, which really surprised Chu Guang.

They actually got here relying on these equipment.

It's really unimaginable.

"Sir, I was in their camp just now and found someone infected with typhoid fever." Luka, who returned from the refugee camp, reported to Chu Guang.

Chu Guang: "Is it serious?"

"I'm not sure. Most of them are in poor physical condition. Maybe they're hungry, maybe they're really sick... I can't tell," Luca said cautiously. "I'm worried that they will bring the plague. We have neither Doctors don’t have enough medicine to deal with this situation.”

After Chu Guang thought for a moment, he nodded.

"I know, I will find a way to do this."

To be honest, Chu Guang actually didn't have any good ideas.

Hygiene issues are not a problem at all for players, at least not the core issue.

Even if you are not a player in the physical system, as long as your level reaches LV7 or above, you can basically have a physical constitution of 6 to 7 points, and this is already 120% to 140% of the working efficiency of the normal adult immune system.

As for Chu Guang himself, his physical constitution has reached 14, and the working efficiency of his immune system is nearly three times that of a normal person. Not to mention that ordinary diseases are of no use to him, even a certain dose of poison and mild radiation will have no effect on him. They can all be immune to a certain extent.

Seeing that the manager understood, Old Luca paused and continued.

"Besides, it's food..."

"you say."

"We provide relief to them according to the lowest standards. More than 180 people consume nearly 50 kilograms of food every day, and their monthly expenses are 1,500 kilograms. And this is under ideal conditions. Although you have never opened up We got some food from the ship, but this cold winter may last until the end of February or even the beginning of March next year... Our own food is already very tight. "

The number of players in the outpost is now five hundred, and the daily food consumption has reached an astonishing half density. Sometimes Old Luca really felt that those people were just useless people, with no sense of thrift at all, and they wished they could eat double or even triple his amount in a day.

At present, the total food reserves of the outpost are just over thirty millimeters, of which the corn, rice, and potatoes purchased from the Pioneer account for one-third, and the raw meat, dried meat, and fish caught from hunting account for another one-third. A third of the way through.

The rest are the trophies obtained from Bloody Hand, Old Leech, and part of Brown Farm's voluntary tribute.

A conservative estimate is that if the current consumption trend continues, this food will probably be enough to last until the end of the year.

"Food is indeed a problem," Chu Guang thought for a moment, "I will find a solution for this matter."

Just a month ago, the food at the outpost was not even enough to feed dozens of people for half a month.

Big deal.

Just ask your neighbors to borrow some.

…

After the porridge to relieve the hungry people was distributed, the noise in the refugee camp gradually subsided.

Many people had been running all the way and could no longer bear the fatigue. Now their stomachs were filled with warm food, and they huddled up in sleeping bags under the shack and fell asleep.

Although they were asleep, Wrench did not dare to let down his guard. He arranged for people to stand on the fence and keep an eye on the situation in the refugee camp.

Chu Guang wasn't too worried.

He didn't even pay attention to the Bloody Hand clan, let alone some refugees?

In the house near the east gate of Changjiang Farm, he met the man named "Li".

This man should be the elected representative, or leader, of this group of refugees.

"Thank you for your generosity!"

After entering the room, Li knelt on one knee on the ground, nodded and said, "Without you, many of us might not be able to survive tonight."

"We don't want to kneel here, get up." Looking at the man who stood up, Chu Guang continued, "We can provide you with shelter, but you must have the consciousness of being dependent on others and abide by our rules and customs. At the same time, you must "Clearly, this is not free."

Li nodded.

This is a reasonable request.

No one welcomes unruly guests.

Moreover, before becoming refugees, they also had a home, and they were aware of the unwelcome status of "homeless people".

"What do you need?"

Chu Guang: "It's very simple. If you work for us, we will pay you, and you can use the payment to exchange for food, fuel, or other things."

Before the B3 layer is unlocked, the number of players has temporarily reached a bottleneck. In the absence of new recruits, he needs more native people to replace the grown-up newcomers to engage in low-end, low-value-added repetitive jobs. .

Although he always teases the players for working harder than animals, it is impossible to treat them like animals all the time.

Moving bricks occasionally is to experience life, and moving bricks every day is work.

After hearing what this adult said, Li's expression relaxed a little, and even showed a hint of joy.

Originally, in his expectation, it would be good to have food to eat. In other survivor settlements, the status of refugees is no higher than that of slaves. As for remuneration, he has never thought about it.

"Thank you for giving us the chance to live."

"All we can give you is a chance. It's up to you whether you can seize it or not." After a pause, Chu Guang looked at him and continued, "I heard from my men that you had a survivor colony before. In other words, you are not nomads?”

Li nodded quickly and said.

"Yes, my lord."

Chu Guang: "Tell me what you know."

Li immediately said: "We have many skills, including hunting, farming, weaving hemp ropes, we also have carpentry and blacksmiths... As long as you need it, we can do it for you."

Seeing Li hurriedly selling, Chu Guang nodded slightly with satisfaction.

Hunters, carpenters and other craftsmen are exactly what he needs. As for the blacksmith, with a little training, he can be arranged to enter the steel factory.

Although these labor forces are not as high quality as his players, they are still better than the nomads. However, relatively speaking, the physical quality of these survivors may be slightly weaker, and they did not bring the livestock that Chu Guang wanted.

"You guys need to get yourselves settled for the next two days."

"After two days, I will arrange something for you to do."

"By the way, your name is unlucky and easily confused. You can either add a surname to yourself, or I can give you a first name."

Giving a name means acceptance, and it also means recognition of conversion.

Unexpectedly, the lord here was so generous. The man suddenly felt happy and said quickly.

"Please give me a name, sir!"

Chu Guang thought for a while and said.

"Our place is called Changjiang Farm. If your surname doesn't suit you, just use Jiu. Change the character "Li" to "Li" in the morning.

"From today on, your name is Jiuli."

…

Official website:

[Announcement: A group of vagrants have arrived at Changjiu Farm (prosperity +50).

[The "Immigration Tide" buff has been added to the Long-term Farm: the demand for food and furs has increased, and the population inflow has increased. 】

[Old Luca’s troubles: We don’t have much food, so we can’t always feed them. It would be nice if we could find something for them to do. (Tip: There are many excellent hunters and craftsmen among the refugees. After reaching the "friendly" reputation level, you can run local industries and hire them to work.)]

[Today’s recommended recipes: salt and pepper corn, mapo tofu (it’s okay if it’s not spicy)]

[Tengteng House: New arrivals in Tengteng House, a lot of silk fabrics are waiting for you. 】

Tails: "!! New plot! What did you do while Tails was away?!!! ∑(ﾟДﾟノ)ノ"

Quit smoking: "Holy shit! There's a new NPC!? The planning dad is awesome!"

Mole on the run in the canyon: "I guessed it right. Prosperity is really linked to the NPC population! But this value doesn't seem to be calculated based on a fixed formula based on population, but is driven by events?"

Ye Shi: "I suspect that the operator has recruited a P agency to plan and wait for the immutable laws of our ancestors and the comet to come over our heads. (Funny)"

Irena: "Speaking of which, Tails, how did your split-claw crab hunting turn out? Did you get it done? (Funny)"

Sisi: "Hey, don't mention it. Ah Wei sent me away first, and he came down soon."

Tails: "Wait, you can't blame Tails! There's something wrong with that rocket launcher, it's not accurate at all! It also spits fire backwards! (ŎдŎ；)"

Xiao Xiaoxiao bookworm: "How can a recoilless rifle not spray..."

Tails: "But mosquitoes obviously don't breathe fire!"

Xiao Xiaoxiao Bookworm: "That's because his thing is not a recoilless gun at all. How can it have any penetration? It's just a heartless cannon carried on the shoulder."

Mosquito: "!!! This can also involve me!"

Crow Crow: "Hahahaha! 鶸! Hahahaha! Food! o(*≧▽≦)ツ"

Due to the heroic sacrifices of Taiwei and Sisi, everyone is reminded that this tube is not just for fun like the mosquito firecrackers. When firing, your butt must not be pointed at anyone.

In short, the VM and equipment were recovered.

It's only been three days of OB, so it's not a big problem.

The arrival of the refugees caused quite a topic in the official forum, but it did not become the focus of discussion among players as before.

After all, this is not the first time that refugees have come here, and there are too many things that happened today that cannot be discussed at all.

Makabazi, who received the seeds from the manager, exchanged corn planting techniques with others on the forum.

The mission of Shelter 117, which Brother Mole and Mosquito teamed up to conquer, has also attracted the attention of many players. This mission is suspected to be related to the main line of the game.

Unfortunately, there was little progress today.

The situation below the subway entrance is very complicated.

Just as Boss Xia said, there are at least hundreds of gnawers inside, let alone crawlers.

A "Black Swan" with limited ammunition is simply not enough.

They need more automatic weapons and projectiles such as Molotov cocktails and grenades. The situation may be better after the automatic rifles with a unit price of 200 silver coins are officially put on the shelves in two days.

Compared with the bad news that the strategy for Vault 117 has been blocked, the good news is that the second floor of the greenhouse ruins has been successfully captured by the Cow Horse Team.

They successfully controlled the gate between the second and third underground floors, and now the space on the second underground floor of the greenhouse site has also been liberated.

What is incredible is that even after two centuries, the facilities there are still operating slowly in energy-saving mode.

Many of the light strips on the petri dishes are broken, but some are still on. The indoor temperature is around 25 degrees, and the spiritual leaves in the petri dish are growing well.

Fang Chang wrote a guide, which can be regarded as a summary of the techniques for playing insect-type alien nests.

However, the players on the forum are obviously more concerned about how much money the Cow Horse Team made from the second underground layer of the greenhouse ruins than the temporarily unavailable guide.

Fang Chang didn't say anything.

But Chu Guang, who was peeking at the screen, knew it. After all, he personally sent the money to them.

Calculating the difficulty of the copy and the income, they got a total of 1,200 silver coins, which were divided equally among the four people, and one person received 300 silver coins.

As for the cost, Chu Guang didn't calculate it for them, but it was estimated that they consumed some ammunition.

If you use cold weapons to slowly grind, even if you have a heavy armor that can withstand it, it will probably take a long time. And you have to hire a lot of manpower and rely on human wave tactics to stack.

Once the benefits are shared, it is more cost-effective to consume some ammunition.

After returning from Changjiu Farm, Chu Guang updated the announcement and sat in front of the computer in the resident hall and browsed the official website.

Many players have begun to discuss what kind of work should be arranged for those refugees.

Some said to open a textile factory, and some said to open a cement factory. Anyway, there are all kinds of things. Of course, starting from version 0.8, there are requirements for regional reputation to open a factory, which needs to reach friendly (1000) or above.

Completing the task of helping the development of the region can increase the regional reputation, or directly donating the materials needed by the local area can also quickly improve it.

Players complained that this setting was simply copied from Mount and Blade.

May the dog planner live long!

In addition, what caught Chu Guang's attention was that the fountain commander brought a newbie of the perception system and found an abandoned military camp in the northern town.

The military camp was very small, like an operations base, located in the playground of a community school.

In the early years of the Wasteland Era, it seemed that a group of refugees had been accommodated there, but they may have evacuated not long after, so it did not develop into a survivor base like Bate Street.

Quanshui walked around there and found nothing useful.

The whole school was searched thoroughly, and even most of the bookshelves in the library were dismantled. I think they were burned as firewood by local survivors in the early days of the Wasteland Era.

"... It's strange, that town seems to be a dead city, and the same is true for that school. There are no signs of survivors' activities, nor do we see looters, only those gnawers that fill the house and the smelly basement... We don't have enough equipment, so we dare not explore deep into the building."

"I plan to go out and look for it tomorrow, maybe I can find something."

Chu Guang was also very curious about what they could find there.

Although it is estimated that the place has been searched countless times in the past two centuries, according to his experience, there will always be something left that has not been taken away.

While Chu Guang was sitting in the shelter surfing the Internet, fifteen kilometers north of Changjiu Farm, several men carrying rifles and wearing thick coats were carefully searching for something nearby.

"The group of people should not have gone too far." The bearded man muttered and pulled the dog chain in his hand.

The hound he was leading his dog hissed and growled, sniffing the ground carefully.

Suddenly, the hound raised its head and barked towards the south.

The man leaned down, patted its head, and then stretched out his index finger to wipe the ground.

There were traces of footprints under the snow.

He stood up again, squinted his eyes at the south.

"It ran pretty fast."

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(Sorry! Four minutes late... By the way, it should be 10,000 words today? But I forgot the progress bar. (༎ຶД༎ຶ))