Chapter 121

When the hot topic on the official website forum changed from "alpha0.61 version" to "how much silver did the cattle and horse teams earn", a sneaky figure crossed the ice covered street at dusk and arrived near the abandoned tire factory.

Looking at the village gate not far away, Wang Biao with an envelope in his arms swallowed his saliva, and a sense of foreboding gradually rose in his heart.

"... why is the door open?"

Don't say the door is open.

It was so dark that it was like being burned by fire.

There were no guards on the fence.

What surprised Wang Biao most was that he came here and didn't meet any patrolmen.

Swallowed his saliva again.

Wang Biao patted the snow off his collar. His hands trembled. He pulled a letter out of his arms and held it high above his head. Like a surrender, he came out from the shadow of the wall and walked in the direction of the stronghold gate.

"I, I'm from Bette street! Deliver the letter for our mayor!"

To be honest, Wang Biao is very reluctant to take the job.

After all, there are people who eat people and don't vomit bones.

If old Charlie hadn't repeatedly stressed that the marauders wouldn't embarrass him after seeing this letter and promised him a reward of five chips, he wouldn't take this dangerous job.

This is life for money!

Every step forward, Wang Biao felt his heartbeat stop for half a beat.

Finally, he came to the door. When he just wanted to put his head close to the half closed door, his two tentacles suddenly shook out from the crack of the door and nearly hit his nose.

"Shit!"

Mutant cockroach!

Looking at the cockroach about the size of a wolf dog and sticking his head out of the crack of the door, Wang Biao, who was already nervous, was scared to death.

The letter was thrown aside. Almost reflexively, he pulled out the stick tied to his waist and smashed it.

The mutant cockroaches on the waste soil are not terrible. As long as they don't enter the cockroach nest and are surrounded by a large group, even the weakest survivors can easily kill a few.

Two sticks in the head!

Juice spilled!

Looking at the cockroach that fell to the ground and turned its belly, Wang Biao squatted down nervously and picked up the letter that fell to the ground in panic for fear of being wet by the snow.

Then he shouted at the door.

"Yes, anyone?"

No response.

The Adam's Apple moved, and Wang Biao endured the anxiety and fear in his heart and carefully passed through the charred stronghold gate.

Sure enough, the stockade was empty.

The marauders who should have been stationed here seem to have disappeared out of thin air.

Only the remains of the broken limbs inserted on the wooden stakes and the blood smeared on the wall show the traces of their existence.

"Hell..."

These predators are not eaten by cockroaches, are they?!

Part of Wang Biao's heart is surprised, but more is happy.

None of the survivors in the northern suburb of Qingquan city did not hate and fear the predators of the bloody hand clan.

Dare not stay here for another second.

After confirming that there was no one inside, Wang Biao ran away.

After running all the way with the wind and snow on his back, he finally rushed back to Bette street several kilometers away before it was completely dark. He stood in front of old Charlie panting with his hands on his knees.

Looking at the letter saved by Wang Biao in his fist, old Charlie frowned.

Before he asked, Wang Biao, out of breath, took a deep breath and said excitedly.

"Bloody hands! Those raiders from the tire factory! Gone!"

"What are you talking about?!"

Charlie was surprised. He looked around subconsciously. Seeing that there was no one around, he immediately pulled the stunned fool into the room.

Closing the curtain, Charlie stared at him and asked, "what do you mean without it?"

"The stockade! The whole stockade is empty! There is no one!" Wang Biao gasped with surprise and joy on his face. "I went in and took a look. There is no one at all... The predators seem to have disappeared!"

After listening to Wang Biao's narration, the expression on Charlie's face was somewhat intriguing.

People don't want to be alone.

Blood hand clan has no reason to move suddenly.

But in this way, it makes sense.

Charlie pondered for a moment.

He counted five dirty chips from the drawer. He bumped them in his hand. Suddenly, as if he had made some decision, he gently put the chips on the table.

"Put the letter from the mayor here as if you had delivered it. These chips are the reward promised to you by the mayor. Take them."

"Thank you, old housekeeper!"

Put down the letter in his hand. Wang Biao didn't think much. With a happy face, he grabbed the chips on the table in his hand.

Five chips!

Can change a lot of good things!

Charlie looked at him, folded the letter on the table silently, stuffed it into his pocket, and then said in a relaxed tone.

"Don't talk about the bloody hand clan. You know what I mean."

Hearing this, Wang Biao was stunned and asked carefully.

"... well, old housekeeper, I'm stupid. Can you make it clear?"

He didn't understand why the old housekeeper's expression was so serious.

The predator is gone

Isn't it a great joy?

He couldn't wait to take the good news home and share it with his family.

But then again, why did the mayor write to the Marauder?

He had never thought about this before, but now he began to wonder what was written in that letter.

Charlie sighed and explained patiently as he looked at the mindless fool.

"I told you to keep your mouth shut."

"You have received the reward for delivering the letter. If you let the mayor know that the people of the bloody hand clan have left, and this letter has not been delivered, you know what the consequences will be."

Does this need to be emphasized?

He took it, too.

This time, Wang Biao finally understood. Wang Biao, who came back, trembled and nodded obediently.

"Yes! You are talking about the bloody hand clan. I promise I won't say a word! But... What if the mayor finds out?"

When he first got the chips, he was still very excited. Now think about it carefully, this chip is a little hot.

As the old housekeeper said.

He didn't deliver the letter at all.

If the mayor knew that he had fooled him, he would surely peel off his skin and drop it at the door to feed the mouse.

"Anything can happen in winter," old Charlie said carelessly. "As long as you do what I say, you'll be fine."

Although his heart was full of confusion, Wang Biao nodded stiffly.

"OK... I'll listen to you!"

It's not out of trust in the old housekeeper, but because he doesn't want to return the chips in his hand.

But in this way, the happy event of the blood hand clan had disappeared, so they could only temporarily put it in their stomach.

"Just remember, it's none of your business here. Go down." old Charlie waved and signaled that he could go.

Wang Biao came to the door with chips. Just as he was about to open the curtain to go out, he suddenly remembered something and hesitated to stop.

Old Charlie glanced at him.

"What else do you want?"

Wang Biao smiled and whispered.

"Well, about the boy of the Yu family..."

"Get out."

He was scolded inexplicably. Although Wang Biao was confused, he didn't dare to talk back. He didn't dare to fart.

Old Charlie swears and sits on the chair, reaches out and rubs the center of his eyebrows.

To tell you the truth, he is old. Seeing that the world has become like this, he has no pursuit in his life, let alone the pursuit of "prosperity" in the past. He just wants to spend the rest of his life safely in the world after the collapse of Utopia.

But now he can't help it.

He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from the drawer. After thinking about it for a moment, old Charlie picked up his pen and wrote on it.

"I hope my judgment is correct."

Although he hasn't been right several times in his life

……

Late at night.

As the last batch of materials arrived at the warehouse of the outpost, Chu Guang finally counted the windfall discovered by the cattle and horse team before 10 p.m.

First of all, in terms of metal materials, the largest reserve in that shelter is steel ingots marked with various models, with a total of 2200kg.

The surface of these ingots is coated with a colloidal anti-oxidation coating, which physically isolates the invasion of oxygen and moisture, so they are still well preserved even after two centuries.

In addition, there are 1000 kg of aluminum ingots, 1000 kg of lead ingots, 1000 kg of copper ingots, 500 kg of chromium and tungsten ingots, as well as 5 kg of gold and 10 kg of silver.

These quantities are almost twice as much as the metal consumables bought from businessmen in Honghe town!

And not only metal consumables, but also some non-metallic materials surprised Chu Guang.

This includes 200 kg of glass fiber, 200 kg of graphite, 200 kg of oxidation resistant synthetic rubber, 20 bottles of one liter hydraulic oil, 30 bottles of 300ml lubricant, 50 bottles of adhesives with special components, and a small amount of other consumables.

Of course, what surprised Chu Guang most was the tool desk.

If the tool table of Xiayan DIY is barely black iron, then this tool table is at least platinum.

Even barely get diamonds!

Besides, the cutting tools and various devices that have not been oxidized or deformed for 200 years, as well as the brand-new guide rails and replaceable modules just delivered from the factory, are enough to prove how awesome this thing is.

There was no rust on the whole workbench.

At least it looks like this outside.

"... the motor can't start. It's probably the problem of the circuit. Maybe one of the parts inside is aging. But it's not a big problem. It should work after repair."

In the weapons store.

After studying around the new workbench for a long time, Xia Yan reached out and closed the electrical box on the side of the workbench, looked at Chu Guang standing aside and asked curiously.

"Where did you get this good thing?"

Chu Guang has a bright and sunny smile on his face.

"It doesn't matter where I got it. What matters is that I have a group of hardworking and brave little players. With them, I can always get some good things."

This slightly ostentatious tone made Xia Yan bury his head and continue to ponder over the equipment in front of him.

It's not because of how hard she works.

It's just a little action that I don't want to roll my eyes, which is seen by my dear boss.

"If the workbench can be repaired, the bullet making speed will be much faster. Moreover, the workbench has quite a wide range of functions. In addition to cutting tools, it even has stamping modules and drill bits... What kind of material is the drill bit? Why does it feel harder than diamond? Well, with this thing, there is no problem in processing several seamless steel tubes."

Hearing the word seamless steel pipe, Chu Guang moved in his heart and asked immediately.

"That means you can make a gun?"

He couldn't understand anything too professional, but he heard players say that the main reason why No. 81 steel plant can't make guns is that it can't make seamless steel pipes.

If we can get this thing out, at least more than half of the problem will be solved.

Hearing Chu Guang's question, Xia Yan answered naturally.

"Although it's not as simple as you think, it's not too difficult to have tools. Let's say, as long as the steel ingot is shaped into a steel rod at high temperature, you can get the blank of the barrel, and then drill and rifling. A barrel is almost done."

"What's more difficult is the drilling and rifling at the back. As for the first half... If there are ready-made materials, it's not very difficult to make gun barrel blanks. I think your steel plant should be able to do it."

Chu Guang glanced at Xia Yan unexpectedly.

It seems that this guy still has some skills.

Just pure single is lazy.

"I'll find someone to solve the blank barrel. Where are the gearbox parts? Can you do it?"

"That's easy. I'll show you when I fix the workbench... If it goes well," said Xia Yan. Xia Yan couldn't help yawning and looked at Chu Guang. "Look at the dark lights... It can't be repaired. Can I go back first? I have to get up early tomorrow."

"Go back first."

"What about you? Won't you go back?"

Chu Guang glanced at the time on VM and replied casually.

"I have something else to do. I should be able to finish it before 12 a.m."

"Twelve o'clock? All right, I won't wait for you."

After putting out the lantern on the table, Xia Yan closed the door of the weapons store and walked towards the sanatorium with a crutch under his elbow.

Chu Guang didn't stop here, but returned to the warehouse, looked at old Luca and two warehouse managers, and classified the materials into the warehouse.

This batch of materials is enough for the outpost to digest for a while.

Even if his life can be ruined by professional players and let them spoil it until the spring of next year, the problem should not be very big!

The materials to be counted have also been counted. Chu Guang is completely happy with the windfall. Next, it's time for his little players to be happy.

"The benefits of the copy... Let me see."

In terms of value alone, these resources are worth at least 2000 silver coins or more. However, from the perspective of game balance, more than 1000 silver coins affect the balance.

It took only 4 days for the cattle and horse team to discover the whole copy of the strategy. If the total income is 1000 silver coins, it means that their average daily income is 62.5 silver coins.

Emmm……

Well, it's not crazy.

Equipment loss, consumed ammunition and supplies... These all have costs, and their team seems to have a passer-by on the way in.

So it's actually five?

After five minutes of entanglement between the two problems of actual value and balance, Chu Guang finally came to a reasonable figure - 1500 silver coins!

As for how they share the money internally.

Chu Guang is too lazy to worry.

Let them go.

These figures are enough for them to be happy for a while.