Chapter 179 The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows behind
The staple food served for lunch is palm-sized white bread, toasted corn kernels that are crispy and burnt, and wolf meat cooked with soybeans.
Not only Liu Jiujiu, as the envoy, was entertained, but the eight serfs and two guards who pulled the cart also benefited from him.
Leaving aside the guards, they were servants with the same status as him after all, but Liu Jiujiu did not expect that the serfs would also come to the table to eat.
But after all, they were not dining in the same place, so Liu Jiuyue didn't say much.
Putting his hands together, he thanked the master who gave them food, and he couldn't wait to reach out and grab the white bread on the plate.
Different from the cold and hard green wheat cake, this bread was made of unknown ingredients, let alone the method used to make it. It was actually loose and soft. Just holding it in his hand made Liu Jiuyue's mind wander.
, hurriedly put it into his mouth and took a bite.
It smells so good!!!
His eyes were so wide that they almost bulged out. Before he could swallow the food in his mouth, he quickly picked up the spoon, scooped another spoonful of bean stew and stuffed it into his mouth.
Soft and fragrant, it melts in your mouth. His taste buds gave it a very high evaluation the first time!
He didn't have time to savor it carefully, so he ate it hungrily, like a starving ghost reincarnated, completely forgetting the boss's instructions to him before leaving.
Wolf meat is usually sour, but they are stewed very well with soybeans, and it actually tastes a little fragrant. As for the way the corn is cooked, it is even more amazing. Have they been deep-fried?
This is too luxurious!
There were enough white bread tubes, and when Liu Jiuyue ate the fourth tube, he felt like he couldn't hold it anymore.
Taking a sip of hot water, he tried hard to swallow the food stuffed into his throat, and looked at Guo Niu, who was sitting across the table eating with an expression that had never seen the world.
"What's this?"
Guo Niu is a real person and answers truthfully.
"Steamed buns, salt and pepper corn, braised pork and soybeans."
Liu Jiuyue looked confused.
Three words that he had never heard of before actually appeared at the same time. Unable to hide his envious eyes any longer, he couldn't help but ask.
"Do you eat this every day?"
Guo Niu shook his head and said.
"It depends on what's available at the market."
There is no canteen in the outpost, so the residents of the shelter cook the food.
Although the market at noon was not as lively as at night, there were still many people setting up big pots there and cooking some strange foods.
The manager set the standards for lunch, with a budget of 3 silver coins per person, and Guo Niu took the money to go to the market to purchase.
The shelter residents doing business at the north gate were very enthusiastic and rushed to drag him to their stalls, and even offered discounts for large purchases.
Although Guo Niu doesn't understand why large-scale purchases can be discounted, it is always a good thing to save money for managers. In the end, this meal only cost 70% of the total budget, which can be said to be very economical.
"market?"
However, after listening to Guo Niu's explanation, Liu Jiuyue's expression became even more confused.
This sounds really weird.
Ordinary small survivor strongholds will not have such a thing as a market.
After all, trade is the product of prosperity. If more than half of the people in a place are slaves without private property, who can the things placed on the market be sold to? They may not even own the meat on their bodies.
There can be nothing worth exploiting.
I heard that there used to be a grocery store on Beit Street, which was run by the old mayor and allowed the garbage men there to exchange some daily necessities. This can be regarded as a great charity in the neighborhood, but the family has been destroyed by this
A group of barbarians were driven away with guns. Now I don't know if there is any such thing as a "store" there.
Liu Jiujiu has never been there. He only heard people say that a group of beggars who pick up garbage live there. Occasionally, they will go to pick up things near the farm, but they will usually be driven away unless they carry chips. The farm owner does not want to get into trouble with the neighbors.
If there is a contradiction, they will usually be allowed to exchange for some green wheat.
"Thank you for your hospitality." Liu Jiuyue wiped his mouth with his sleeve, took a moment to hold back his hiccups, stood up and said respectfully.
Guo Niu shook his head and corrected seriously: "This is all the generosity of my lord. You should thank him, not me."
Liu Jiuyue glanced at him enviously.
Strange.
He actually saw loyalty on the face of a serf!
However, what is even more strange is that I actually have to please him...
After coming out of the dining room, Liu Jiujiu greeted the serfs he had brought with him and led the two-headed cow tied to the door.
He waved the whip in his hand, as if he wanted to vent his suppressed emotions on these people.
"Hurry up, lazy dogs, it's time for us to hit the road."
The serfs did not dare to disobey him, let alone the iron-barreled rifles on his and the guards' backs. They all untied the ropes from the two-headed cows and set off on the road at the urging of Mr. Liu.
However, people's simple desire for a better life cannot be stopped by a whip. Several serfs took advantage of Liu Jiujiu and the two guards not noticing this, and started whispering to each other.
“The food just now was so delicious.”
"Yes, even if we are fat, we will never eat so well..."
“This is heaven!”
"Speaking of which, that person is... Guoba?"
"seems like it."
"I can't believe it, it's him! I almost didn't recognize him!"
"You said if we defected to him..."
"Shh! Don't let the man with the gun hear you. Don't blame me for not reminding you. Last time, the kid who boasted about traveling with the caravan was hung at the door for three days and three nights. Put it down.
When I was there, half of my body was eaten away!"
The serfs were as silent as a cicada and dared not speak any more.
Watching the tribute camel caravan disappear at the end of the woods, Chu Guang, who was standing by the window on the third floor of the nursing home, suddenly spoke with envy.
"It would be nice if you gave me some more cows."
Xia Yan, who came here to grab a meal, joked.
"Does this count as eating from the bowl and thinking about the pot?"
She learned this sentence from Chu Guang, and it is said to be used to describe a person who is greedy. Although she did not think it was accurate to use this sentence to describe a manager, it was unexpectedly suitable for the situation at this time.
"Of course not," Chu Guang looked back at her and said dissatisfied, "I taught you this, but I didn't ask you to say it to me."
Xia Yan rolled her eyes at him lightly and continued to concentrate on the popcorn in her hand.
Although Chu Guang always said it was junk food, she didn't think so at all. Sprinkle a little sugar on it, and the taste is simply out of this world!
Silver coins are awesome!
She has already started to calculate how to spend tomorrow's salary.
…
The time has just reached noon.
At the entrance of Huayuan Street subway station, about 4 kilometers away from the Wetland Park, the pungent smell of gunpowder permeated the street, and even the howling north wind could not dissipate it.
A group of happy little players skillfully repeated yesterday's work of pulling monsters, gathering fire, and counting the results. They were busy and full of fun.
Except for the two of them, it was no fun.
One is a mole and the other is a mosquito.
In order to clear the passage from the entrance of the subway station to the gate of Shelter No. 117, these two "contractors", one big and one small, have spent more than 400 silver coins and purchased two LD-47 rifles!
If this task cannot be passed today, it is difficult to say whether the reward of 1,200 silver coins is worth it in terms of time and cost.
"Perhaps we should learn from Elder Brother Fang and the others," Mosquito said sadly, looking at the mole standing next to him, "I chatted with Lao Bai for a while yesterday, and they didn't use that much when they were trying to access the greenhouse ruins.
Although it cost some ammunition to pile them up, the cost was not much higher than ours."
Mole shook his head and said.
"Brother Mosquito, this is wrong. You think they are sharing their game experience with you, but you don't know that they are just in Versailles. Elite Tactics? You don't even look at the configuration of their team. A set of exoskeletons of the same model as the manager,
The most powerful mechanical compound bow in the entire server, a mechanical hand that maximizes the intelligence output, and... the highest perception in the entire server."
"What tactics are you discussing with this kind of hexagonal team? The output of one of them is the same as the output of three of them. To ensure that you don't die, you will make a lot of money. If we learn their style of play, this task can be carried out until next month.
Listen to me, if you don’t have enough equipment, you have to use the sea of people to get it together, there is no shortcut!"
I understand the logic.
But I’m still so envious!
With an expression of envy and hatred on his face, Mosquito couldn't help shouting.
"Gan! These hateful European emperors!"
The mole also nodded and said in agreement.
"Really? Do you understand the importance of balance now?"
The output of that manipulator is unreasonable, and the thrown objects almost turn into cannonballs in his hands. Has the planner really considered the feelings of power players? There is also the mechanical compound bow, which is more powerful than a gun and can penetrate
Armor can project explosives, and ammunition is cheap. Is it reasonable not to sharpen it?
Of course, if he could be rewarded with a set of equipment of the same level or even more awesome after completing the mission in Shelter 117, then he would pretend he didn't say anything.
I don’t care, anyway, it’s shady if the European Emperor doesn’t take my turn!
Zhang Hai, who was previously in charge of pulling monsters, finally finished checking his results and happened to overhear the conversation between the two as he walked over.
Although he didn't understand it at all, he still excitedly made up a joke.
"The right line in the sea of people will always be a god!"
"Ni Zuokai, why are you a newbie joining in the fun? Do you understand your own sequence?" The envious mosquito didn't want to talk nonsense, so he put a handful of coins in his hand, "Take it! No need to look for it!"
Zhang Hai counted and found that one copper coin was enough, he said with a smile.
"Thank you boss! I wish you fortune!"
Hearing the words "get rich", the irritated mosquito's eyelids twitched again.
Make a fortune?
If he keeps playing like this, let alone getting rich, he will almost go bankrupt!
Seeing the mosquito's pain, the mole sighed and patted his shoulder gently.
"Come on, victory is right in front of you. I have a hunch that this mission may not be less profitable than the greenhouse ruins, and I will definitely make it back by then!"
The mosquito looked at the sky and sighed.
"I hope."
In fact, Brother Mole's words were not entirely meant to comfort him. Victory was indeed right in front of him.
There were sixty-seven Eaters killed in this round, which was much less than yesterday. However, the new agility type named Zhang Hai spent more than twice as long pulling monsters down there as he did yesterday.
It is obvious that the density of alien species is not as high as it was in the past few days.
Mole estimated in his mind that if the situation was optimistic, he should be able to complete the task in two more rounds at most.
It happened to be lunch time, and the young players who participated in the strategy took a break, walked into the abandoned store on the side of the road, and boiled a pot of water with the charcoal they brought and the branches they picked up.
The newbies have to save money to buy equipment, but most of them are reluctant to buy expensive supplies. The dry food they bring is mainly green wheat cakes or scones made from potato chips.
Although this kind of dry food has no nutrition and the taste is very ordinary, it is more convenient than before. Whether it is thrown into the pot and boiled into a paste, or it is directly eaten, it can fill the stomach.
There will be a hypoglycemic debuff on an empty stomach, which will affect the output. Players are prepared to wait for dry food before starting the next wave of offensive.
However, at this moment, neither the Mole nor the Mosquito noticed that a group of heavily armed mercenaries were quietly entering the area on the road just one block away from the Huayuan Street subway station.
There are only eight of them. Although their equipment is not the most elite, it is more than a little stronger than the stragglers wandering in the wasteland. Not only are they equipped with automatic weapons, two of them have automatic weapons on their backs.
It also carries a thigh-thick rocket launcher on its back, which has plenty of firepower.
It can be seen that their boss spent a lot of money and learned the lessons from the last failure. Not only did he hire a stronger mercenary group, but he also bought round-trip air tickets for this group of people to the northern suburbs.
Their mission is simple.
Arrive at Huayuan Street Subway Station, clear out the alien species under the subway station, then enter Shelter 117, take the contents inside to the evacuation point and return.
In fact, if the situation was optimistic, they should have completed this task two days ago. However, no one expected that a group of people would also be eyeing Vault 117.
Those people seemed to be a newly rising survivor force from the northern suburbs of Qingquan City. According to the talkative host of Boulder City Radio, these people not only killed the Bloody Hand clan, but also killed the mutants on Street 76. Recently,
He also hooked up with companies passing by the northern suburbs.
Although those people's equipment was very weak and their own advantage was obvious, no one dared to take it lightly.
Especially yesterday, news came from the scouts who went to the high-rise building to establish a sniper point, saying that they had discovered a target suspected of being an awakened person.
The Awakener!
As the captain of these twelve people, Prit felt that things might not be as simple as imagined.
Without taking action immediately, they occupied a half-collapsed building along the street, placed a radio, established a temporary command post here, and established contact with the scouts who had arrived at the front line first.
"Karl, is the awakened one from yesterday still there?"
After waiting for a moment, the scout's voice came from the communication channel.
"No more... I suspect that he has not fully awakened, but there are already signs of awakening."
Pritt said in a deep voice.
"What is ability."
Carl replied.
"It may be related to the intuitive or spiritual system."
Intuitive or spiritual system.
Pritt's brows furrowed tightly.
The so-called awakening means that part of the body's traits are "alienated" and show some characteristics that are different from ordinary people.
There are many possible triggers for awakening. The more common ones are the use of genetic modification drugs, or the survival instinct being stimulated in a life-or-death situation, causing the unactivated fragments of the gene fragments to be dominantly expressed.
Compared with the "risk-controllable" transformation of mechanical prosthetics, awakening is undoubtedly a road full of thorns. Although it can bring powerful power, it does not come without a price.
However, it is undeniable that awakened people are indeed difficult to deal with, especially the mental and intuitive types. Many of their abilities are simply unreasonably strong and difficult to guard against.
Just like the energy weapon branch of small arms!
"That group of people is preparing for the second wave of offensive. I feel that they have almost eliminated the aliens under the subway station... Boss, when will we start?"
Prit said calmly.
"Don't panic, wait until they lure the alien species out from below."
It might be a genius idea to lure the alien species out from under the subway station and focus the fire, but these people obviously didn't realize the movement they made and the size of the flaw behind their butts.
Pritt's thinking is very clear.
There was no need for them to confront the survivors head-on. They only needed to wait quietly for the aliens to come out in full force, while the survivors rushed up with cold weapons and then took advantage of the situation to fight their way out.
So what if there are awakened ones?
Eating these mingled survivors and aliens in one bite is as easy as eating a sandwich cookie.
Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Pritt's face.
He will teach these survivors a lesson.
Tell them what it means for a mantis to stalk a cicada, with the oriole behind! -
(I will resume two updates this Sunday, and I feel that my exhausted body has recovered a little._(:3″∠)_)