The 12 deer skins were the entire inventory of the shelter, and 3 of them were obtained by Chu Guang from the Yu family after poaching old Leech's wall.
There was nothing wrong with the quality of the deerskin. Both the coat color and the completeness were excellent. After thinking about it for a while, Liszt finally nodded reluctantly.
"make a deal."
The two sides exchanged supplies.
Before leaving, Liszt shook hands with Chu Guang and squeezed out a rather pleasant smile from his face.
"Goodbye friends, if we can see each other again, the next time will be spring."
Chu Guang also smiled faintly.
"We are always here, take care."
"You too."
Suddenly remembering something, Liszt continued.
"By the way, I heard that there is a raider tribe to the north on the elevated road out of the city. It seems to be called the Blood Hand Clan, and there are sixty or seventy people. It is not a good idea to settle here, even if they are more likely to raid north.
It's only a matter of time before you are discovered by them... Anyway, it's better to be careful. See you later!"
After leaving these words, Liszt left with his caravan.
Chu Guang watched the caravan disappear into the woods and turned back to the wall of the outpost.
Of course he knew that this place was not a good place to stay.
If given a choice, Chu Guang would definitely find a decent place to settle down, preferably one suitable for farming and mining, and without any dangerous geomantic treasures around.
It's a pity that this is not playing "Civilization". If you can't see 3 luxury and 2 mines within three blocks, you can directly reopen it in the upper right corner. The shelter was built two centuries ago, and it's too late to regret it even if you want to.
Back inside the walls.
Chu Guang looked at Yu Hu, took out a white chip from his pocket and handed it to him.
"Thank you, you helped me a lot."
Seeing Chu Guang take out the chips, Yu Hu's expression changed and he waved his hand quickly.
"No, no, no, what are you doing? I can't accept it."
As he said this, he suddenly remembered something, rummaged through his pocket and found a piece of aluminum foil about the size of his thumbnail.
"By the way, my elder brother's illness has been cured. Dad asked me to give you the remaining medicine."
Seeing that this guy was unwilling to accept it, Chu Guang sighed and took the chips back.
"Okay, since you insist, I won't give in to you. But you can keep this medicine, I don't lack it either."
After spending some time, he finally convinced this upright young man. Watching him disappear into the forest, Chu Guang thought that maybe he should buy more medicines and sell them.
According to rumors, other large and medium-sized shelters seem to have more pharmaceutical businesses?
After all, larger shelters will have dispensing rooms, and I heard that some even have a large stock of medicines.
Of course, just listen to the rumors in the wasteland.
Even in the era of information explosion, we cannot guarantee the authenticity of every message, let alone here?
Players have been quite diligent these days, and on average they can save 5 to 7 reward points every day, which totals 22 points.
After leaving the task of assembling the generator to the players, Chu Guang turned around and returned to the shelter.
When he opened the system and entered the [Administrator Log] page, a light blue pop-up window appeared in front of him.
[Side mission completed.]
[Reward: Reward points +100.]
Facing this sudden reward, Chu Guang was stunned for a moment.
Good guy.
This line of mission had been delayed for so long. He only remembered that the outpost was still short of a generator, but he had forgotten about the mission reward.
"I'm getting rich!"
Chu Guang was excited. Before he could stand firmly in the shelter, he turned around and walked outside.
"You have to go outside and wash your face first!"
Advanced blind box!
This thing can’t be taken lightly!
…
North of Linghu Wetland Park, about 1.7 kilometers.
A group of wild-looking men dressed in animal skins, with red and black paint on their faces, were heading south along the ruins of the elevated highway out of the city.
They held strange-shaped iron-pipe rifles in their hands instead of carrying the guns on their backs. They looked as if they were ready for battle and were menacing.
The mutated rats on the road fled one after another, and occasionally a few mutated cockroaches as big as puppies rushed over, but they were also trampled to death, or their heads were smashed with gun butts.
However, this also caused a lot of noise.
In addition, since the discipline of this group of people is really not to be praised, the jokes and jokes along the way can be heard from a distance.
Several players who were transporting stones from the construction site quickly discovered them and immediately left the mine cart on the side of the road and hid it, and the people hid as well.
"Who are these guys?" Looking nervously at the group of people in the distance, [Construction Site Boy and Brick] whispered, "Ten people, and three dogs... I always feel like they don't look like good friends."
"I feel the same way... They are a bit like predators." [Edge Paddling] also watched nervously, holding the knife in his pocket tightly.
Although this doesn't bring him much security.
"Gan, is there really a siege incident?! Planner Gou bought a house on the forum??"
"A rational analysis... He has already heard what you said."
"Planning my father!"
"Shh, stop talking," [Big Eyes of Debt] glanced at the two teammates beside him and lowered his voice, "Old Brick, go and report the news."
"Gan, why didn't you go?"
"I am an intelligence type! Who the hell can I outrun? Just be careful, the strength type can still run long distances."
"Then why not paddle?"
"Go to hell with his perception system! Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. There are rewards for reporting valuable information. Have you forgotten?"
After hearing that there was a reward, the young construction site and Brick finally agreed to move.
With his heart beating so hard, he hid behind the advertising stand and detoured a full two hundred meters until the group disappeared from sight, then he ran wildly into the forest.
When he arrived at the outpost, the newcomers were cutting down trees, the veteran players were returning with prey on their backs, and some were setting up stalls and hanging up their computers at the market entrance while thinking about making lunch.
A peaceful time.
Ignoring his racing heart, he rushed to the door of the construction site and Brick, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Predators! Predators are coming!"
Hearing his shout, everyone near the wall was confused and didn't understand what was going on.
"What? What a predator?"
"Where is the manager! Hurry, go and report to him!" The young man put his hands on his knees and gasped intermittently.
"I'm right here," he walked out of the door, with a glimmer of water on his eyebrows, and looked at the player in front of him seriously, "You mean predator?"
"Yes! There is a team of them, ten of them to be precise! They are coming towards us along the north elevated highway. Everyone has a gun and three dogs!"
Chu Guang's face changed slightly, he didn't care about the lottery anymore, and immediately gave an order to the players beside him.
"Get all players near the outpost back! Go quickly!"
"yes!"
Several players ran away with excitement on their faces. There was no expression of worry on their faces, but rather some excitement.
Siege battle!
Unexpectedly, the planning gave them a big job!
However, they didn't know that a certain planner was more troublesome than them at the moment.
Chu Guang strode to the weapons store. Chu Guang picked up the dozing proprietress of the weapons store and carried her on his shoulders. He picked up her two crutches with his left hand.
"Ah! You, what are you doing, it's broad daylight?" Xia Yan, who had just woken up from her doze, blushed and struggled a few times, but Chu Guang ignored her at all.
"Shut up."
After carrying this guy to the elevator on the first floor of the nursing home and putting him down, Chu Guang returned the crutches to Xia Yan, who was holding on to the wall, and said seriously while staring at her confused face.
"If the call comes to the door later, you go into the elevator and wait. I will come and take you down. If I don't come, don't make a sound and hide quietly."
The elevator leading to the underground required authorization from the manager to start. Chu Guang temporarily locked the elevator. After all, this was the escape route he left for himself.
Xia Yan nodded sharply, not too panicked, at least not as panicked as when facing him.
"I see...wait, it's hit this far? Who hit it this far?"
"predator"
Before he finished speaking, there was a gunshot in the distance, followed by two more bangs in the distance. Listening to the sound, it seemed that it was about two to three hundred meters away.
Chu Guang's expression became stern, and his blood flow began to accelerate.
Predators!
coming!
…
Outside the north gate.
The looters who were scattered in a line held guns in their hands, and while shouting loudly, they advanced towards the north gate and shot at the fleeing survivors.
The weapons in their hands are all kinds of, including revolver rifles picked up from merchants, semi-automatic rifles snatched from mercenaries, or even DIY iron pipe rifles.
No matter what kind of weapon it is, in this jungle terrain, it is not easy to hit from a distance of two hundred meters.
And this is indeed the case. After several gunshots, no one fell to the ground. The few survivors beside the wall quickly hid back in the door, and only a few wooden stalls at the door were damaged.
However, the outcome of a battle does not lie in how many people are killed in the battle, but in making the opponent completely give up resistance.
These predators know this very well.
They have mastered the art of fear to the extreme.
The intensive gunfire and the resulting fire suppression had an almost devastating effect on the morale of non-professional soldiers.
A survivor stronghold of thirty people can only serve one-third of the combat power, and only one-half of it can hold up to the sky.
There is no need to kill the fleeing survivors on the spot. These rats will flee in all directions, bringing the plague called fear back to their lairs and completely destroying their will to resist.
Generally, in the small survivor communities they plundered, less than one-tenth of the survivors actually died in gun battles.
Perhaps these people will muster up the courage to hide behind a bunker and fire a few token shots back, but it won't take long for their morale to collapse and they will escape through other doors.
At that time, the elderly, children, and women would all be left behind, and the fleeing young adults would not be able to outrun the hounds they brought.
This kind of survivor stronghold often ends up with only one fate.
Or be slaughtered.
Or be enslaved!
"Hahaha! Look at those cowards, they run like mice when the gunshots are fired!"
The strong man with bare arms held a 9-inch iron-barreled rifle in his hands. He fired while laughing loudly, his ferocious face glowing with red light.
As the ten-captain of the Blood Hand Clan, his name is Badger, a name given by the leader himself. Most of the nine people under his command are his relatives or confidants.
The bloodline of the predator tribe is usually very chaotic. They do not engage in production, advocate violence, and make a living by robbery and extortion. Therefore, there is no concept of family in the traditional sense, let alone the term husband and wife.
Take the Blood Hand Clan as an example. If a newborn is born, the strong boy will be accepted as a member of the clan, and the rest will be slaves, either engaged in labor or used as reproductive tools. Therefore, there are often children with the same father or mother.
Father's kin.
These relatives often move together like wolves, and the bravest among them will be appointed as captains by the leader. And their relatives will also get some light, become predator veterans or elites, and gain more control over themselves
The right to the spoils of war.
"Hey, it's still the blue jacket? It looks like you'll have some fun in there!"
A tall and thin man responded with a strange smile, and at the same time loaded the shotgun in his hand and continued to fire at the bunker on the wall.
"The old rule is to kill all the young and old, and cut off the men's index fingers and tie them up."
"Boss, where is the girl?"
"The first one to come in will be picked first. We will only stay for two hours, and those who are still alive will be taken away after two hours."
"Ouch!"
Fifty meters away!
The opponent still hasn’t fought back!
A cruel smile appeared on the badger's lips.
He knew exactly what these survivors were thinking. He was just waiting for them to come out of the forest and then use the bunker to fire back.
As expected, those people were already waiting behind the bunker on the wall with their guns in hand.
However……
Would he be so stupid as to let his men rush forward?
"Come and light the fire and cheer them up!"
"okay!"
The predator who rushed at the front lowered his body and lit the Molotov cocktail in his hand. Under the cover of the firepower of his teammates, he threw the Molotov cocktail out with a running start.
The flames drew an arc in the air and fell impartially on the bunker of the three-meter-high wall.
The sparks were torn apart, and the rusty bunker quickly caught fire and was burned by the flames.
Then came the second and third fires, and the fires on the wall quickly became one, and there were not many places to set foot.
However, what surprised these predators was that the expected screams did not sound, and no one fell from behind the bunker.
just like……
Were these bunkers unoccupied from the beginning?
Badger frowned, feeling something was wrong.
Have these people even given up resistance?
Isn't that the case?
At least give me a symbolic counterattack...
That slight confusion quickly turned into contempt.
However, just when he was about to instruct the children to go forward and use explosives to break open the wooden door, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the forest. w
Like some kind of attack signal!
Almost at the same time, dense gunshots sounded like raindrops from both sides.
"Swish", "swish", the bullets flying around almost touched the scalp, so frightened the badger that he quickly lay down behind a relatively thick tree stump.
Accurate?
nonexistent.
But humans are made of flesh, and no matter how awesome they are, they are still afraid of being shot to death.
He shouted almost at the top of his lungs.
"All concealed!"
"Spread out and retreat a hundred meters to gather!!"
"quick!!!"-
(Thanks to the leaders of "Please call me Xiaodou Bao", "Kevin with a Broken Leg", and "Capable Man" for the reward~
Brother cute, our first order has exceeded 10,000!! Love you!
I will try my best to code! This time, I am still a little uncomfortable with the sudden evolution from the 2nd party. It’s not that I don’t explode, it’s true that there is really not a drop of QQ left.)