Chapter 223

A bonfire of wood burned.

Mars floated into the sky with the heat wave.

The herdsmen beat leather drums and played bone flutes in front of the fire. The young dancers covered their faces with gauze and offered a dance for the new year on the snow.

Guards, workers and players who love to join the fun, living near the outpost, also joined in with food and spirits bought from the market.

Although there is only one glass of free red wine, there are a lot of distilled wine in the warehouse.

Long ago, players used Polygonum to make music and croissant potato to brew distilled wine.

Compared with the red wine that needs time to taste, it is still this hot and blood-provoking spirit that is more popular with waste customers.

Just drink the red and white together. Few people can stand it.

For a time, the market at the north gate was tilted from east to west.

Boss Xia still wants to drink, but he has fallen asleep on the table.

Worried that she caught a cold, the caring fish went to the bank to get a blanket and covered her shoulder on tiptoe.

There is a brazier under the table.

The little fish patted her on the back and said in the same tone as coaxing a child.

"Don't drink so much next time, will you?"

However, boss Xia, who was already asleep, obviously didn't listen and didn't know what a dream he had. He tilted his lips gently and sipped it in his mouth.

"Hey, hey... I want more."

Not far away, a taster was anxiously looking for the toilet.

Farther away, the male duck's voice howled like a fire.

"Water! Burp - give me water!"

Makabazi lay on the ground and shouted until the construction site boy and brick stuffed a lump of snow in his mouth.

Debt big eyes, like a mask of pain, covered himself and said.

"Damn, what is it? I feel my stomach roaring!"

The edge of water skiing looked at his belly, and he could not help but make complaints about it.

"How much did you eat?"

"Not much, just 100 million points," the debt big eye burped and said in a vague voice, "why do you have to eat it again when you go back to reality?"

Edge stroke: "..."

Site youth and bricks: "

Is this a question that the intelligence department can ask??

The drunk Fang Chang sat askew on the wooden chair and began his improvisation.

Listening to the nomad's iron percussion music and long bone flute, his index finger beat on the table, and his mouth hummed a newly made ballad.

"Hum..."

"The gears of heaven fell into the furnace."

"Boiling molten steel splashed out of the pot."

"The scourge of immortality never stops."

"We will recast the kingdom of mortals."

“……”

The dry hoarse voice was like a saw blade pulling a violin, but there was an unexpected cadence in the rough accompaniment.

Like half a bottle of liquor in your throat.

It is also like a forge with the sound of beating iron.

Fang Chang forgot his words halfway through the song. The player next to him then made it up. One sentence after another, he was stunned to make up a song.

However, the more you go to the back, the more outrageous the painting style is. From the holy Tara all the way to aionia, the slogan of "for the rejuvenation of renlian" has also become "people live for XX".

Although they couldn't understand what the residents of the shelter were singing, the surrounding aborigines also began to sing.

The song dissipated the cold.

It also blows away the estrangement between people.

Even with a completely different culture.

People's longing for a better life and the pursuit of good things are the same.

The heat wave and the fire reflected on their faces, and the people sitting around them were now equal to each other and you and me.

The drunk Zhao mouse patted Yu Hu on the shoulder. His face was illuminated by the fire. It was red like a monkey's ass.

"Good brother, am I right? Life here is great!"

Yu Hu drank a little too much and belched drunk.

"You're right..."

"Next year, I will move here next year!"

On the snow before the campfire, a dance ended.

The shy girl of Shuangmao clan bowed slightly.

But people are not going to let her go.

"Another one!"

"Put on your favorite!"

"Whoa!"

With the coaxing and encouragement of people, the young girl of frost spear tribe summoned up her courage, but did not choose her dream lover in front of the campfire, but went to the dark blue power armor.

"May I ask you to dance?"

There was a trace of uneasiness in his eyes, like a unlucky child who lost a great adventure.

Chu Guang looked at her slightly surprised, and then joked gently.

"I can't dance in my equipment. Find someone who can follow you."

The young girl turned red and ran away like a frightened little animal.

Heya, who stood by with her arms in her arms, looked at Chu Guang curiously.

"Why not jump one?"

A little dissatisfied with the guy's look at the animal world, Chu Guang rolled his eyes at her.

"Do you know how much power it takes to dance in a ton of power armor?"

It's not impossible not to turn on the power supply. It's probably similar to weight-bearing training, but even if 70 or 80% of the weight can be transferred to the support structure of power armor, it also requires a lot of power without the help of motor to drive such heavy armor.

And it's easy to hurt others.

Chu Guang chose to stand there as a background board for no reason.

"But then you won't enjoy the celebration," Heya warned.

"You don't understand. That's how I enjoy the celebration."

For a manager, what can make him happier than watching the singing and dancing of the settlement and the residents live and work in peace and contentment?

This is the highest enjoyment.

Heya was lost in thought.

The expression seemed to recall the past of refuge 117.

At this time, Yan Fang's ridicule suddenly floated behind him.

"You broke the girl's heart."

Chu Guang ignored his ridicule, but gave him a strange look.

"Why are you back?"

"I just went back to get something."

Yan Fang took out a small robot with four short legs, square head and square brain from behind.

"The college doesn't celebrate the new year. It only celebrates great discoveries, but you seem to have the custom of celebrating the new year here... I just finished it. It's a new year gift for you."

Chu Guang's face was full of surprise and reached out to pick up the little robot.

Different from the original one, there is a camera on the four sides of the head.

Now, not only laser mapping of nearby terrain, but also users wearing nerve connection equipment can share their field of vision with its camera.

Although it is only a small change, its practicability has been more than doubled.

Now this little robot is much more powerful than the original one!

Looking at Chu Guang who was interested in playing with the little robot in his hand, Yan Fang continued.

"Reptile, that's what I call it, or you have a better name. It has more eyes than the original little robot, but the others haven't changed much."

"Thank you." Chu Guang sincerely expressed his thanks.

Yan Fang coughed softly.

"Don't thank me. The materials are all from you. I just handled them for you."

At this point, he remembered another important thing and went on.

"By the way, its power source is metal hydrogen batteries... It seems that there are not many reserves in your shelter, only 40 or 50. You can get more when you have a chance. That's a good thing."

Chu Guang made a helpless expression.

"I don't need you to say I know."

Metal hydrogen batteries produced by enterprises contain a number of class a technologies, which are very popular everywhere.

At present, what Jushi can independently produce is only solid-state hydrogen batteries. If you want to buy metal hydrogen batteries, you can only expect caravans from the east coast to bring some.

Chu Guang bought dozens of them from the pioneer and planned to use them as exoskeletons.

However, what his players need most is not exoskeletons, but cheap and easy-to-use equipment and industrial equipment that can produce these equipment.

Looking at the robot in his hand, Chu Guang suddenly remembered a very serious thing.

"If this thing explodes..."

Yan Fang answered easily.

"It's about equivalent to 6kg T, en T. the power should cover... Er, a football field?"

Chuguang: "??"

what the fuck?!

Without a word, he put the robot into Yan Fang's hand, and Chu Guang moved aside quietly.

"Take it for me first."

Looking at the robot returned in his hand, Yan Fang was stunned, with a sad expression on his face.

"Don't get excited... This thing is not so easy to explode. And 6kg t en t is the theoretical equivalent. Without detonating agent and combustion supporting agent, it's impossible to really achieve that power... This is not a bomb."

There are at least two class B technologies between the metal hydrogen battery and the metal hydrogen shell. The oxygen in the air is not enough to completely react with the metal hydrogen.

And you're afraid of a hammer in power armor!

But Chu Guang didn't explain as much as he did. He just wanted to stay away from this guy.

Um.

One more rule has to be added in the future.

Robots and exoskeletons with metal hydrogen power sources are prohibited from staying in the shelter for a long time.

……

Abandoned department store.

The empty hall was crowded with more than 1000 beds.

The new year's song can't come here, and no one sings. Only the crackling fire burns and coaxes the children to sleep with the mother.

This is a temporary shelter for the refugees. They can only stay here until the end of the cold winter.

Thanks to the wood sent by the blue coats, the survivors who temporarily lived here repaired the broken walls and floor doors and windows with those wood, so that there was no air leakage here.

The rest of the wood was cut into firewood or burned into charcoal, and thrown into a red brick stove together with something to light the fire.

The burning flame brought a trace of light and warmth to the empty hall.

Although the environment here is a little primitive, it is at least free from wind, snow and hunger.

The refugees from the middle and north of the valley province, the survivors of Dongliu camp and battery factory, are grateful to the blue coats.

The chaotic troops fleeing from the front line, the looters of bone chewing tribes and the chaos doing evil everywhere destroyed their homes and burned their farmland and houses.

If it hadn't been for the blue coats, they might have been frozen to death on the road or in the oil pot of the predators.

Of course, they can only represent themselves.

Not everyone is grateful for the status quo.

In fact, only two of the five survivor settlements in the first relocation plan were really attacked by predators, while the residents of the other three survivor settlements did not even see the shadow of predators. They moved here only out of fear.

More than a month has passed since the first snowstorm. Even if no one died in the cold, some people suffered frostbite because of working in the cold.

The terrible weather is still out of sight, but the supply of materials is getting tighter and tighter. It is often heard that there is not much food.

Over time, it is inevitable that some people mutter in their hearts.

Is it really necessary to move?

The survivors who did not move seemed to have a good life.

"I'm always worried that the house will collapse."

Looking at the stone chips falling from the ceiling, the man wrapped in broken bedding couldn't help saying.

In fact, he didn't really think the building would collapse. He just wanted to find something unlucky to vent his dissatisfaction with the bad life.

However, this affected the people around us.

Looking at the dilapidated ceiling, many people's faces showed worried expressions, exchanged frightened eyes and whispered.

"When do we have to stay here..."

"Those blue coats say it's spring."

"Why don't you let us live in the long-term farm? It's different from what was agreed at the beginning."

"They say the house is not enough..."

"Oh, it's not that we can't build our own house. I think they just want to keep the trouble away."

Most of them are residents of the scavenger's home and the hope mountain cooperative.

Compared with Dongliu camp, battery factory and highway Town, the two survivor settlements are a little farther south, and one is hidden at the edge of the city and the other in the mountains.

Now some people think that the predators may not be able to find their home so easily.

After all, their eyes don't grow in the sky, and not all the places where survivors live will be looted

Ma zhanqiu, the village head of Dongliu camp, saw that dissatisfaction was spreading. In order to avoid affecting his own people, he immediately came out to appease everyone.

"Don't say that. It hasn't collapsed for more than 200 years. How can it collapse at this time!"

At this time, a discordant voice suddenly came from the side.

"That's not good."

"The snow is so heavy this year. What if the building is blown down?"

The man who spoke was Ding Tian of the scavenger's house, and one of the more influential scavengers there. Ma zhanqiu recognized this man.

Watching him frown, Ma zhanqiu said in a deep voice.

"What do you want to say?"

The man in the fur coat skimmed his mouth.

"What do I want to say? I also want to ask, what are we for? Against the predators from the north?"

"Or to work for those blue coats?"

Ma zhanqiu was stunned.

Before the old man recovered, someone answered.

"Maybe the bone chewing tribe won't come at all."

"That's right. Aren't there eight survivors who haven't moved? I think they're doing well in their own homes..."

Although everyone has the food here, it's not free to stay here.

They need to go to the factory to work, and then get a few coins that they don't know what they need. They can't buy what they need at all.

Even if the blue coats promised that the money would be useful next spring, they thought it was no different from picture cakes.

Since those blue coats are really going to pay them, why not use chips?

Not really. Toilet paper on the east coast is OK. At least someone may want it.

The mood of complaining is pervading.

It's not a day or two.

Out of fear of the bone chewing tribe, they accepted the placement of the blue coats, obeyed the arrangement and moved here.

But it's been a month.

Many people did not see the predators.

Except for the increasingly fierce snowstorm, I don't know when it will be a hard day, and nothing has happened.

Some people even speculated that it would be a lie for the so-called bone chewing tribe to invade Qingquan city from the beginning.

The sleeping child was awakened and cried. His mother coaxed in a panic and dared not say anything to the noisy people.

Looking at the more and more excited people, some survivors who have seen it with their own eyes and even have wounds on their bodies want to refute, but they dare not say anything.

Just then, someone stood up.

"My big brother is dead."

Maybe I heard the word death.

A loud noise.

Facing that pair of eyes, Ma Li was silent for a moment, slowly opened his mouth and continued.

"The predator opened his stomach with a bayonet because he refused to surrender."

Ma zhanqiu sighed softly and closed his eyes painfully.

That's his child.

It's also the last thing he wants to remember.

Ma Li paused and went on.

"I didn't know until later. I didn't even see his body until the end."

"I really haven't seen the predators of the bone chewing tribe with my own eyes. I've only heard a few rumors about their cruelty."

"But if you say it's a lie, then tell me, where's my big brother? Where are those who can't get here?"

"The idea of expecting them not to come again is not only childish, but also ridiculous, not even self deception."

"Those shelter residents, they could have stayed out. As long as the door was closed, let alone the people of the bone chewing tribe, even if the Legion drove the tanks over their heads, they could sit back and wait until those people died of old age."

No one can open the shelter from the outside until the shelter is opened on its own initiative.

This is generally accepted common sense on waste soil.

Seeing that half of the people supporting him were missing, Ding Tian just wanted to say something. At this time, a mother holding a child also stood up.

"I've seen it, too."

She sat next to the group of people in the battery factory.

Her voice trembled like an angry lioness, her eyes fixed on the man.

"We, at that time, had retreated to the warehouse and the marauders who surrounded us rushed up one by one. They died in front of us in order to protect us."

The hall was silent.

Even the most noisy person, looked at by a pair of eyes, could not help but silence.

People recalled their fears that day.

Also remembered those heroes.

Ding Tian's Adam's Apple moved, and there was a flash of anger on his face.

He knew he was wrong.

But that doesn't mean he likes to be educated.

Especially those who look much weaker than him.

Looking at the two groups of people in the standoff, the owl with arms shook his head. He was about to go forward and say something, but he was stopped by hooker standing next to him.

"What are you going to do?" said the lame old man, staring at him.

The owl said bluntly.

"Someone has to persuade me. I'm afraid they will become physical conflict in a moment."

This is waste soil.

No matter how much you say, your fist won't work.

Yenan, who stood by, shook her head gently when she heard her son's words.

"This is not our business."

"But..."

"Go inform the guards and let them deal with it."

At this time, the main door of the hall on the first floor of the Department Store suddenly opened.

The whistling north wind rolled in several snow leaves.

Two guards in black coats and rifles came in carrying an iron frame. There is some carbon in the iron shelf.

Behind them were several residents of the shelter.

That energetic temperament, even if they don't wear a blue coat, they can recognize it.

"Happy New Year!"

"New Year's gifts are coming! Let's wait!"

The cat's ear shook happily. As a result, it took off its hat. With a sound of sesame paste, it rashly bent down to pick it up.

Standing at the door, he turned his head and looked at Si Si next to him.

"The tail thought it was a task. It turned out to be running errands."

The agreed hidden task!

She even brought her equipment!

"Emmm... Compared with being forced to go offline because of eating a bad stomach, Si Si thinks it would be better for Ah Wei to blow a cold wind."

The people in the hall were stunned.

Including the two groups of people in the confrontation, they were also stunned there.

They didn't understand what the blue coats were talking about.

But fortunately, the guard who put down the barbecue shelf saved the field in time and came forward with a couplet.

"Today is the last day of 211!"

"The manager asked me to send you New Year's gifts. Thank you for your cooperation. We have survived the most difficult days."

The people in the shelter whispered.

"New year... Gifts?"

"What's that?"

This time they understood, but their faces were still blank.

The young guard did not explain, politely motioned that the "player" wearing a chef's hat next to him could start.

On the charcoal fire, the scrambled eggs with tomatoes were brushed with a layer of oil on the iron frame with a brush, and then the palm sized crab meat cake was placed on the iron frame.

"Line up and come one by one."

"Things are enough."

"Everyone has a share!"

The guards maintained order at the scene and guided everyone into a long line.

The smell of oil and meat filled the hall. The soft and delicious crab cake had an unspeakable taste of happiness.

There's meat!

All the rumours about food shortage were broken.

And almost everyone's eyes are printed with desire.

Looking at the meat cake in his hand, Ding Tian's eyes couldn't help feeling ashamed. All the people who had coaxed with him were silent and bowed their heads to eat the cake.

Standing at the door, he was hungry. His tail couldn't help swallowing saliva and looked straight at the barbecue rack.

"Does the tail have one, too?"

Seth pulled at her clothes.

"It's time to go. Everyone in Changjiu farm is still waiting. If you want to eat, you'll be offline soon. I'll order you a takeout."

"The tail wants beef!"

Oh!

This man - no, this tail!

Si Si looked at her in surprise.

"I'll be polite."

Tail: "chicken flavor is OK!"

Si Si: "

Outside the door.

On the trunk of the truck.

A big mouse in a coat was rubbing his hands in the cold wind.

Next to him lay supplies to be sent to Changjiu farm.

Fearing that his appearance would scare the residents in the shelter, he was left to watch the goods on the truck to prevent foreign species from running over to steal food.

Before they left, they told him repeatedly not to eat the task props.

These people are really!

I'm not a real mouse!

Where is the trust between people!

But

It smells good.

Is it a pimple?

Feeling the impulse of biological instinct, he decided not to look there or think about it, but to look at the street aside.

The street is quiet.

The snow was peaceful in the moonlight.

We can't even see the alien shadow here. If it weren't for the damaged buildings and walls, we can't think of it as waste soil.

Sure enough, it's time to enter the server by yourself, isn't it?

It's said that the previous versions fought every day. The front fell and followed. The life professional players copied the guys, and the resurrection coins were almost finished.

I wish I had come in earlier.

Looking at the quiet street, the rat sighed gently and vomited words.

"It's too peaceful."

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(next chapter around 11:00!)