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Chapter 169 The first weapons production line in Vault 404 is online!

  Northern part of the River Valley Province.

The biting north wind is howling, and thousands of miles of snow is drifting like knives.

At a glance, countless craters covered the cracked earth. The entire wasteland looked like it had been plowed by something, and the ground was in a mess.

Every inch of soil is covered with charred corpses. On a gentle hill not far away, a flaming lion flag is planted diagonally.

 That’s the flag of the Legion!

Ten days ago, the Legion Expeditionary Force, which was in a stalemate with the Great Rift Valley, launched the first offensive of winter against the Great Rift Valley.

This sudden cold winter has brought the physical and mental strength of both sides to the limit. Everyone knows in their hearts that the moment of decisive battle has arrived.

General Klass, who had experienced hundreds of battles, acted decisively. He seized the opportunity of the coming blizzard and took advantage of the harsh natural weather to weaken the Aegis system to launch a general attack.

 His judgment is correct.

Regrettably, although the blizzard did affect the performance of the Holy Shield system, it did not weaken the defensive will of the defenders.

The bombs of the drones were like the scythe of death, raining iron on the battlefield. The artillery of the legion fought back not to be outdone. The light and heavy armored units with cover and the light infantry all over the mountains and plains launched an attack. The position of just ten kilometers was only visible.

Teams of tens of thousands of people filled in one after another, but no one came back.

 The entire battlefield has turned into a cruel meat grinder.

 Both sides paid heavy casualties, but the price on the Legion's side was obviously higher.

The sound of artillery in the distance sounded again, like beating war drums, but anyone could hear that the oil in the drums was exhausted.

 A man in a navy blue military uniform was awakened by the sound of gunfire.

 He shook his head, spit out the mud in his mouth, and struggled to get up from the ground.

Ten minutes ago, as a captain of ten, he was ordered to lead a squad of 20 light infantry to fill the gap in the defense.

His commander did not tell him specific battle orders, but only said "no retreat", and then he was pushed out.

  When he opened his eyes again, the burning flag was already hundreds of meters away from him. Looking around, there were no living people around, only the earth where even the snow had been baked dry.

He lowered his head and saw the dangling trouser legs and half of his intestines exposed in his belly.

Unable to hold back the fear in his heart any longer, he dropped the rifle in his hand, fell into the mud, and cried like a baby.

 Similar scenes can be seen everywhere in this land.

At this moment, dozens of kilometers behind him, on the plain leading to the northwest of the River Valley Province, a convoy retreating westward was encountering a devastating blow.

They planned to retreat westward, but two power armor formations quickly intercepted them after breaking through the northern defense zone.

 The steel is burning, and only a handful of people can escape death.

 A powered armor with a searchlight on its shoulder was dragging a man covered in blood out of the wreckage of an off-road vehicle.

"I can pay...the ransom." He was missing a tooth and his left eye was covered in blood, but he could still speak with difficulty. "We lost...I surrender."

 Failure is not terrible.

 In his entire life as a soldier, not every battle could be won.

However, the powered armor ignored him. After comparing the holographic image information, it then looked at the comrades on the side.

 “It’s him, the leader of the expeditionary force, Claes.”

“Are you sure you’re not a clone or a similar substitute?”

 “Not sure, but does it matter?”

 Everyone laughed.

yes.

 Is this important?

The Legion's power in the Vale Province has been completely destroyed. They have annihilated hundreds of thousands of troops, leaving only those who are dead and fleeing.

So what if there is only a polished commander left?

The powered armor looked back at the man in his hand, shaking the aging flesh and blood body like it was carrying a chicken.

“There is a Deathclaw lair nearby.”

“Great, those little guys must be very hungry.”

 “They will love this gift.”

Hearing everyone's conversation, Klas's calm face showed a trace of panic. His withered hands grasped the steel clamping his neck and struggled in vain.

"You guys, kill me...the legion will not let you go!"

 Klass feels breathless.

 The man looked at him mockingly, staring into his eyes.

 “Then let them come.”

 “There are no cowards in the land of the valley.”

 …

The sky is dimly lit.

Scattered noises disturbed the peace outside the east gate of Jiujiu Farm. The young guard standing on the wall shook his head and gave a tired look to his colleagues who came to change shifts.

"You finally came."

The guard with a horse face came over, holding an iron teapot filled with boiling water in his hand, and glanced at the road outside the wall.

His name is Liu Ding, and he is Wrench’s adjutant.

His name was actually Rivet before, but the manager, who loves naming people, changed it for him, and he happily accepted it.

 “Is there anything going on last night?”

"No," Lu Bei shook his head and slung the gun on his body, "I watched them all night, and apart from the loud snoring, I couldn't see anything unusual... I'll leave this to you, I have to catch up on my sleep.

.”

  He is the youngest member of the outpost guard. He just turned fourteen last month, but he already looks like an adult.

 In the Guard, age and birth do not matter. The only requirements managers have for them are loyalty and honesty. Although he is the youngest, Lu Bei feels that he meets this standard better than anyone else.

He has no family for a long time and unconditionally believes in saving his manager from the dungeon of the looters. Not to mention standing guard, he is even willing to die for him.

 “Go and have a rest, kid, I’ll leave this place to you.”

Liu Ding patted the young guard on the shoulder, watched him leave, and placed the iron teapot on the icy concrete bunker.

Looking towards the refugee camp, he took off the Arbiter rifle from his back and stared in that direction meticulously.

Some refugees came out of the camp and went outside to collect firewood, while others set up pots and threw the snow in to boil it.

The man named Jiuli was directing them and seemed to have everything in order, but Liu Ding was not optimistic that he could control these people.

Unlike the nomadic tribe of Iron Ax, Liu Ding could tell at a glance based on experience that these people were not in the same group.

Whether it is the distribution or orientation of the shacks, as well as the location of the fire, it shows that there are at least four or more groups inside... maybe more.

On the other side, the prisoners of war were also driven out to collect firewood, and the fuel demand of the entire Changchun Farm increased several times.

 I heard from Old Luca that they still need to build two more charcoal-burning earthen kilns to maintain a balance of fuel expenses. The prisoners of war of those legions should be out collecting firewood all day long.

Keeping the administrator's instructions in mind, Liu Ding tightened the heavy rifle in his hand and cheered himself up.

 “I hope there won’t be any trouble.”

 …

 Outpost.

Little Fish, who came to the surface early, quietly built a snowman in the square in front of the sanatorium while the banks were not open and everyone was not online yet.

Although it may be meaningless and the snowman she built doesn't look good, she still wants to do something for those who keep the shelter safe.

  【Cheer up for today’s adventure!】

There was a wooden sign hung on the snowman's belly, with a line of crooked writing written on it, which she had recently learned.

 Finally done.

  After patting off the snow on his gloves, the little fish jumped back two steps, looking at his masterpiece with shining eyes, and gave a thumbs up with satisfaction.

“Not bad, the little fish is great.”

  I imitated the tone of the manager and praised myself, and Xiaoyu ran away in a good mood.

 After a while, players came online one after another.

 Seeing the snowman in the square and the crooked words written on the sign, countless little players suddenly felt their hearts melt.

  “!!!”

“Woooooooo, this snowman! Xiao Keli must have built it for me!”

“Way, are you a monster? It’s time to boost your performance at the end of the year, and I helped you discover a perversion.”

 “I feel so powerful that I can even defeat a split-claw crab!”

“Split-claw crab? It doesn’t just have to have hands!”

 “Good brother, let’s go!”

"Hey, Xiaoyu must have piled it up to encourage me. Don't worry, sister will pay attention to safety and make delicious mushroom soup for you when she comes back!" Words were not enough, Crow Crow took out a beautiful big mushroom from his pocket

, carefully made a nose for the snowman.

 “Wait for me! I think something is missing!”

Seeing Crow Crow's movements, Teng Teng suddenly clapped her hands as if thinking of something, turned and ran to the hut to get a scarf, and hung it around the snowman's neck when she came back.

 “Nais!” Teng Teng touched his chin with satisfaction, nodded proudly and said, “This looks much better!”

Carrying the newly made rocket, Mosquito laughed and wanted to join in the fun, but before he reached the square, he was pushed to the ground by a group of enthusiastic young players and ate a mouthful of snow.

 “What are you doing! My rocket! That’s my rocket!”

 “Gan! You should give me money!”

Xia Yan, who was yawning, carried Xiao Qi to the third floor.

 Looking at the players in the square outside the window who were howling and screaming early in the morning, she couldn't help but complain.

  “I really envy them, they are so energetic early in the morning.”

“Xiaoqi was full of energy at first, until she was carried upstairs by a strange woman.”

Xia Yan glared at the wastebasket.

“What do you mean, I helped you come up and it was wrong?”

 Xiao Qi’s camera did not look at her.

“Xiaoqi doesn’t want to talk to you today, please come back tomorrow.”

 “I’m curious about it!”

 There is something really wrong!

Xia Yan rolled his eyes, turned around, went downstairs, and opened the door for the weapon shop.

  Today’s Vault 404 is as lively as yesterday, with energetic young players going out to work early in the morning.

As for Chu Guang, of course he was not idle either.

As a planner, he knows very well that he can’t always squat in front of the computer and peek at the screen. He still has to do some things that planning should do.

 For example, provide more benefits to players.

  Steel Works No. 81.

Standing next to a machine that covered an area of ​​about six or seven square meters, Chu Guang looked up and down and said after a while.

 “This is called...punch?”

"Yes, dear administrator! It's a little crude, but its functions are not bad at all," Brother Biusuo said with a smile, "By the way, this is my graduation project... although you may not know

What is the graduation project?”

Chu Guangxin said that you really thought I was a fool, but he didn’t say much, and the expression on his face didn’t change at all.

  That's the advantage of NPC.

 If you don’t want to talk to someone, don’t talk to them. If you don’t want to explain, don’t explain. No one will think you are rude. This is much more comfortable than doing sales.

 Brother Levin also said with a smile.

"That's right! The principles of punch machines are actually the same, converting circular motion into linear motion. We designed a set of electric motors to drive the flywheel, drive the gear, crankshaft, and connecting rod through the clutch, and push the slider for processing. The maximum impulse is about average.

Building the engine is a bit difficult, but there is no problem in building the AK parts. The only trouble is that the quality of the lubricant is not very good. We use betulin acid and turpentine... Anyway, it can run now. Let's take a look at it later.

.”

 Brother Wusuo: "What AK! It's LD!"

 Brother Levin was embarrassed and said: "Yes, yes, hehe, I forgot."

To be honest, Chu Guang not only didn’t think this machine was crude, he even thought it was broken.

 Speaking of which, are the parts used in this machine really cut out by his machine tool?

 This is too much punishment!

Next to the punching machine, there is a hot punching machine, which is used to make seamless steel pipes.

The fired steel will be sent under the rollers to be pressed into a rod shape, then fixed on the clamp, and punched, cut, and cooled using a motor-driven head, and then sent to the workbench to draw rifling with a boring tool.

Beside the workbench, you can see a batch of completed steel pipes and receiver parts, which are exactly the orders Chu Guang asked them to complete before.

“Are these two devices easy to operate?”

“It’s very convenient!” Brother Levin said, patting his chest, “Manager, if you want to produce anything else, just leave it to us. Our products are guaranteed to satisfy you!”

Chu Guang looked at the two of them with approval and nodded with satisfaction.

 “You’re doing a great job!”

“With these weapons, we are more confident to survive in this world!”

 The check he wrote before was finally cashed!

mission completed!

 The two of them received the reminder at the same time and immediately opened the VM and took a look.

 Looking at the final payment received from the business account, Brother Levin and Brother Bisuo showed excited expressions on their faces.

 Get rich!

Chu Guang quickly placed a new order for them, and then asked the warehouse manager to come over to inspect and accept the goods and take them to the warehouse.

 You can leave the assembly to Boss Xia.

 She has plenty of tools there. If the parts are not precise enough to be installed, just do a little processing. It won't be difficult.

However, Chu Guang felt that this worry should be unnecessary. After all, the mold of the stamping machine was cut using a "magnetic confinement plasma CNC machine tool."

 Mold accuracy is not enough?

nonexistent!

 As for the principle error caused by mechanical movement, it has little impact.

Watching Xia Yan assemble the gun, Chu Guang excitedly played with it for a while, then loaded the magazine and took it to the shooting range at the west gate to try out the feel of the gun.

 First fired a few bursts, and then swept them all in one stroke.

The caliber of 7mm is slightly smaller than the 7.62mm used in AK, but the length of the 50mm shell can accommodate more charges, and the penetration is still very sufficient.

 It is very useful whether it is dealing with humans or alien species!

"This performance is good," Xia Yan glanced at Chu Guang in surprise and said, "I didn't expect you to design weapons?"

 “How can I do that?”

"That is?"

Chu Guang thought for a while and said.

"You can simply understand... We have a chat place where many people are very idle. They argue and quarrel when they have nothing to do. Then when they argue, some drawings that they got from nowhere will appear.

Come."

To be honest, he himself doesn’t do much fishing.

Xia Yan was stunned for a moment.

 “Is your threshold for quarreling so high...”

"On the contrary, there is no threshold. It is precisely because there is no threshold that everyone has it," Chu Guang took out the empty magazine and said with excitement, "Regardless of this, how about this gun? It's the same as the one from Boulder City.

How does the Drone X-2 assault rifle compare?”

Xia Yan rolled his eyes at him and said, "What I'm talking about is relative to iron barrel rifles. Do you expect to compare something made in a small workshop with a gun made in a big factory?"

Chu Guang smiled disapprovingly.

“The experience of production is summed up in practice, and it will always get better gradually.”

 Wouldn’t this experience come after players die a few more times?

"That's right, it's really good for the first generation." Xia Yan picked up a cooled bullet case from the ground, touched his chin and looked at it for a while, "Let me help you see how to improve it."

 There was no sound from the side for a long time.

Xia Yan turned his head and saw Chu Guang looking at him in surprise. He couldn't help but froze for a moment and whispered.

"Any questions?"

"without."

 Chu Guang shook his head.

 It’s a bit strange, but it’s true.

This guy has become more and more diligent recently, as if he has become a different person.

 Attracted by the gunshots at the west entrance, nearby players looked over curiously and whispered with interest.

 “There’s a plot!”

“Sickle! It’s a sickle! Hahaha, it’s finally out!”

“Gan! I’m talking about the plot between the manager and the proprietress of the weapons store! Didn’t anyone pay attention to her eyes? Brother Mole, you know what I mean.”

“Get out of here, what does it have to do with me? Do you want me to be banned?”

 “Tsk, this mole has lost his dream.”

 “Bake it.”

  “%¥#@!”


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