Chapter 189

The servicing room of shelter 117.

Holding a cup of hot water to warm her body, the woman who finally found out the current situation calmed down and then looked at the two guards sitting behind the long table.

"May I see your manager?"

The two guards looked at each other.

The slightly older one looked at her carefully and said.

"We will report this to the manager... Please explain your identity. Are you a resident here?"

"Heya, doctor of bioengineering, from the waste land era 190... You shouldn't be a shelter."

The guard nodded.

"I'm really not. The two blue coats you brought here just now are, but the manager treats us equally."

Heya's expression suddenly became tense.

"Are you the torch?"

The two guards looked blank.

"Torch?"

"What's that..."

Seeing the reaction of the two guards, Heya breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed her tight shoulders and leaned back in her chair.

She said.

"Nothing... It's not good."

Yeah.

Twenty years have passed.

The older guard frowned, looked at her and said.

"What are you talking about?"

Heaya paused.

"I'll explain the situation to your manager later. It's my duty... What's your number?"

“404。”

404？

Heya's expression was a little blank.

Does Qingquan city have this number?

She thought it should be 116 or 115 near 117

……

On the other side, long farm.

Discuss my problem?

Hearing this, vanus's expression suddenly became nervous,

However, Chu Guang's next sentence made his mood a little relaxed.

"The expeditionary force has failed. Your general Klaas has died. Now that the war is over, you can write to your family. You only need to pay a ransom of 2 million dinars to compensate for our losses in the war, and you can go back and forth."

Hearing this number, vanus almost choked on his saliva and said with a dry cough.

"My Lord, even if I sold all my family property, I couldn't scrape up so much money."

2000 dinars can buy a strong slave, and 2 million dinars is 1000 slaves.

And the slaves mentioned here are not those clone FMCG, but those survivors and men who have a complete life span and can work.

1000 slaves

At least it must be the commander in chief who owns a "manor" to have such strong financial resources.

The best he can do is to come up with 200000, which is still when he hollows out all his family.

There was no surprise about vanus's answer,

"Instead, I need to train a group of recruits here. Do me a favor and I can discount your ransom."

Vanus was stunned.

Training recruits?

... me?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Chuguang continued.

"Any questions?"

"No, my lord... Thank you for your trust," said vanus. "May I know the reason?"

Chu Guang doesn't think about cableway.

"You should also hear that a huge predator tribe is rising. The situation may be optimistic at the beginning of next year. If not, we may meet before the end of winter. If you don't want to change a barbarian as your master, you'd better show some real skills."

"I'll give you ten people. If the training is good, I'll give you a 10% discount on the ransom, and then give you ten people, and so on. If you do well, maybe I'll directly waive your ransom. Whether you can go home early depends on your own performance."

Vanus's Adam's Apple moved and his eyes changed with a complex look.

There are surprises, disbelief, and other emotions that are difficult to express.

He nodded slightly and said respectfully.

"At your disposal, my Lord."

He suddenly understood something.

Why did that man get so many people's heartfelt loyalty.

Looking at the obedient vanus, Chu Guang nodded with satisfaction.

"Go down."

"Yes."

After vanus left.

Standing aside, Jiuli looked nervously at Chu Guang.

"Sir, are you sure you want to let the people of the Legion serve as instructors?"

In the middle and even the north of the river valley provinces, these people with the bulge in the middle of the bridge of the nose are synonymous with the devil and the root of plague and disaster.

He could never trust a legion man, let alone a middle-level officer of the Legion.

As for wrench and Luca, I don't feel much. There are almost no legions in the south of the valley province. They hate local predators and mutants.

Although it is strange to let a prisoner serve as an instructor, they themselves are also captives of predators and serfs.

Moreover, this is the judgment of the managers. They have no doubt that his decision is correct.

Looking at Jiuli with distrust in his eyes, Chu Guang said bluntly.

"Why not? On the battlefield, they are our enemies, but outside the battlefield, they can also be worthy of solicitation. The forces of the Legion are not in the river valley provinces, so we will not have direct conflict for a long time, and the contradiction between us is not deep blood feud. Besides, he has been transformed well during this period of time. Since he can be recognized by the workers, I think he should He should be given a chance. "

The tactics of the regiment are worth learning from. Chu Guang needs an instructor to train a group of junior officers who are proficient in logistics, light infantry tactics, positional warfare and mobile warfare.

Vanus, who has received military education since childhood and as a middle-level legion, is undoubtedly a suitable candidate.

It is unrealistic to let prisoners lead soldiers, but there is still no problem in giving lectures and training to "NPCs". The only thing to overcome is psychological obstacles.

In large-scale combat, only by allowing NPC and players to cooperate organically can players give full play to their combat effectiveness.

Sooner or later they will meet a stronger opponent than the predator.

Of course, that's what I said, but that doesn't mean Chu Guang completely trusts that guy.

After that, Chu Guang will arrange two sufficiently loyal guards to go in and serve as supervisors while learning experience. If this guy is found to have any ulterior motives or do something superfluous, the survivors who regard themselves as the Savior will report to themselves at the first time.

At that time, Chu Guang will deal with it naturally.

"... here, identity is not important at all, for anyone."

"I hope you remember."

This sentence is not only for vanus, but also for the refugee representative.

Jiuli's shoulder shook gently.

Although he still couldn't trust the Legion, he bowed his head.

"Yes, my Lord."

……

After the rest Retired, Chu Guang left Luca alone and learned about the recent situation of Changjiu farm.

On the whole, the naturalization of refugees is progressing smoothly, and nearly 20 refugees who have obtained jobs have been allowed to enter the farm.

These include two butchers, three tanners, carpenters, tailors, masons and other craftsmen.

There are nearly 50 other workers, and the formalities are also in the process.

The refugee camp is just a buffer. Chu Guang doesn't intend to keep the refugees at the east gate, just to avoid chaos.

As long as they prove their value through work, anyone can enter the long-term farm and become a legally settled resident.

After hearing Luca's report, Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.

"There seem to be more refugees recently."

Luca said respectfully.

"Yes, sir, in just one week, more than 20 people have come in three batches. This does not include the frost spear you just met and his more than 50 people."

It seems that the days of turmoil have indeed brought great trouble to the survivors of the valley provinces.

Especially the bone chewing tribe

Chu Guang clenched his fist gently.

Just then, the VM he was wearing on his arm suddenly flashed.

With a slight movement in his heart, Chu Guang immediately opened the VM screen.

The news came from Xiao Qi.

"Master, shelter 117 seems to have found a living man?"

Seeing the news, Chu Guang was stunned.

"Living?!"

Xiao Qi: "yes... Her name is Heya. She claims to be a resident of refuge 117. She says she wants to talk to you face-to-face about something important."

Looking at the text sent by Xiao Qi, Chu Guang had not recovered from his surprise, and three lines of light blue pop-up windows suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

[task completed.]

[B3 layer permission of No. 404 shelter has been unlocked!]

[please check it in time!]

……

I didn't expect my little game player to be so awesome.

Chu Guang thought it would take them two or three days to find the remaining 10% hidden map. Unexpectedly, they didn't use it for 24 hours?

That's too strong!

How did you do it?

I'm not in a hurry to open the B3 floor. I won't run there anyway.

Chu Guang, who returned to the outpost, followed the guards to the reception room and met the old popsicle who was said to have come from 20 years ago.

"My Lord, it's her."

"I see."

Motioning for the guard to leave, Chu Guang sat down opposite her.

His sight fell on the eye-catching white hair. Chu Guang thought for a moment and asked an irrelevant question.

"Do you know whether silver hair is dyed or born?"

"DNA defect, I heard it was just a minor illness before the war, but I'm sorry I was born in the shelter... But that's not the point," the woman took a deep breath and stretched out her right hand to Chu Guang. "Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Heya, a resident of shelter 117... May also be the only registered resident who survived."

Chu Guang noticed that she particularly emphasized the identity of registered residents.

Are there black households?

However, these things are not the focus for him.

The point is her hair. At first glance, it's SSSR card!

If this is stuffed into the update of alpha version 0.9, is it appropriate not to blow a wave of planning?

Yan Fang's children's shoes finally didn't have to worry about someone harassing him, and soon he could feel the feeling of falling out of favor.

There is no creature that likes the new and hates the old more than players.

Notice a strange pair of eyes looking at yourself

After clearing his throat, Chu Guang put on a serious expression, looked at her and said.

"Chu Guang, the manager of shelter 404, I have confirmed your identity from my assistant. I want to know what happened to you."

Burying the tip of her nose between her palms, Heya took a deep breath, looked up and said to Chu Guang.

"A disaster, if you want to make the whole thing clear, it may take a little time."

"It's all right. The most important thing on the waste soil is time."

"You're right."

A helpless smile appeared on her face. She brewed up her emotions for a moment and said slowly.

"For you, it was more than 20 years ago, but for me, it was as if it had happened yesterday..."

As introduced in the publicity, shelter 117 is a community-based shelter, and there are no freezing and dormancy facilities in principle.

Such facilities mainly serve some residents who do not want to accept frozen dormancy and want to stay with their families, as well as those who are not suitable for frozen dormancy and those who are allergic to refrigerant and thawing agent.

After all, although the freezing dormancy technology has come out, the longest freezing period is only 50 years. No one can guarantee that there will be no side effects for dormancy in the unit of century.

Some people prefer to spend the last good time in the shelter with their families and then hand over the future to the future people rather than spend a panic life in the unpredictable future.

After the outbreak of the war, a total of 100 residents entered the shelter, including teachers, doctors, professors, business executives, lawyers and so on. Without exception, they are the elite with higher education. After entering the shelter, they also performed their duties as planned and continued Utopia for a long time.

However, in front of time, there is nothing eternal.

With the birth of the first newborn and the end of the oldest life, the survivors of the old era inevitably ushered in aging and death.

Mathematical models can only predict macro samples, not love. Since all survivors are well-educated and consciously control the population, the population growth rate is still much faster than expected. Finally, there is a crisis in space and resources, and the crisis leads to differences.

Some of the new generation of residents believe that staying here can only wait for death. They can't see any hope in the future and must go out from here.

They call themselves torches, hoping to promote the reform of shelters, carry the tools left to them by pre war civilization, and fulfill their future mission in advance.

However, other elderly residents believe that the outside world is worse than here, and there is only a dead end to going out. They should patiently wait for the preset number of years to arrive, pass on knowledge to the next generation, and then open the door as planned to meet the new era.

The differences deteriorated rapidly in the 180 years of the waste soil era, and the fuse was a member of the torch who opened the door without authorization and saved a child on the waste soil.

His name is Wang Yi.

The young children are very smart and easy to learn. Under the care of the torchbearers, they soon became the core figures of the "Torch" organization.

In 190 of the wasteland era, the rebellion broke out and many people died. The most serious thing was that the reactor fuel rods were damaged. Even if 10000 were unwilling, the then manager seven Villard had to compromise, open the shelter, and promised the torches that as long as they found the fuel rods, they would give them part of the pre war reserves to fulfill their mission.

Shelter 117 will reopen as planned and continue to wait for the planned time to come.

Unfortunately, the torch didn't keep its promise. They blocked the gate of the shelter and forced Severn Villard to teach the remaining black boxes.

Due to the lack of fuel, the full cycle system can no longer be maintained, and the remaining people have to enter the emergency shelter.

There are twenty sleeping pods.

In order to give the opportunity to others, the manager seven Villard chose one person to stay.

After hearing all the stories, Chu Guang couldn't help asking.

"How old did that Severn Villard... Live?"

Heya said with a blank face and shook her head.

"I don't know. He's been alive since I remember."

ok

Chu Guang let go of this problem.

"But the others died."

Heya nodded.

"Yes, most of our ancestors were not suitable for the freezing dormancy technology. In fact, strictly speaking, so am I, but I am different from them."

With that, Heya showed Chu Guang her arm.

A silver mark could be seen in her pulse.

Chu Guang frowned.

"Semantic transformation?"

Heya nodded.

"Because of DNA defects, my degree of prosthetic transformation has reached 79%. Basically, the organs you can name have been replaced by bionic organs. I think... This may be the reason why I survived."

He clenched the handrail with both hands, and Chu Guang asked immediately.

"How did you make bionic organs?"

Heya explained.

"The black box, the product of the Ark Project, is a very magical thing. We only need to input a few basic raw materials to get the preset products. Our black boxes mainly produce bionic organs, but they were basically robbed by the torchbearers in the rebellion."

Hearing that he was robbed, Chu Guang felt a pang in his heart.

It's just to be robbed, but it was 20 years ago.

Even if it can be found, it's hard to say whether it can be used!

"Do you have any plans next?"

Heya looked blank and shook her head.

"I don't know, but the manager told us that if someone survived, go to find another shelter and tell them our story. By the way, there was a power armor in the manager's office, and he said it could help us -"

"I've recycled it, including his VM."

Looking at the confused child, Chu Guang continued.

"If you don't have a place to go, why don't you join us? We just need an expert who is proficient in biology."

Heya was slightly stunned and nodded her head gently.

"I have no problem, although my research may not help you..."

Speaking of this, she suddenly seemed to remember something, and her expression became a little embarrassed.

"By the way, there's something I don't know if I can ask you."

Chu Guang, who is willing to help others, said with a smile.

"Come on, what's up?"

Heya smiled shyly and said politely.

"Well... Can you lend me some DNA? I want to study it."

Chuguang: "??"

Just then, there were hurried footsteps outside the door, followed by a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

The door opened.

Liu Ding, vice captain of the guard, walked quickly into the reception room and said solemnly.

"Master Manager, a plane is coming from the south."

Plane?

Chu Guang was slightly stunned, his eyes were instantly serious, and suddenly stood up from the chair.

"You take a few people there, and I'll be there later!"

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