"Whether you are old, weak, disabled, seriously ill or normal, winter is coming. Instead of lingering in the cold, why not try to join us? If you don't have supplies, don't worry. Our morning camp will provide a warm environment
With hot food.”
"Perhaps you will be wary and questionable. After all, intrigues are commonplace in the wasteland. But please believe us - we just want more survivors to live as humans."
This is the second version of the manuscript. The original first version was supposed to be Mu Su. Later, Joyce felt that using radio to promote God’s power was not a good idea, as it could easily be misunderstood, and it was unknown whether charm could work wonders on radio. In contrast,
The effect of eloquence is more obvious.
After recording, Warren played it back, and the content was half-sounded with noise, making it sound a little more solemn.
The radio station is completed, and the Warrens will continue to work on the second station, and the first station will be delivered to the surrounding areas of Hale City later.
Coming out of the original canteen area, Joyce said to Mu Su: "There is something that requires you to go to Lindsay Wetland."
Musu answered simply: "No."
Joyce's warm voice overflowed: "Only you can do this."
Mu Su shouted: "Do you know how hard it has been for me recently? I only slept twice in three days! It's called two nights in three days!"
"You should know that I don't understand your jokes."
"Damn it..." Mu Su gritted his teeth bitterly.
…
"So Joyce has a superstitious belief in me." Mu Su spread his arms: "Where did he have the illusion that I have the ability to go back with people and food."
Hansen on the opposite side didn't know where to start complaining.
Finally, Hansen chose to start a new topic and said: "I can give you the map now. A dozen people have expressed interest in the new camp so far. I will send someone to call them when you are leaving. As for the supplies, we are sorry
I don’t even have enough to eat.”
Mu Su waved his hands to show that he didn't care: "I didn't have any hope at first. Just let me fish and be lazy here."
"Please feel free to do so."
Hansen left, and he was also busy with the approaching winter.
There was a seat under the tree, and soon Musu leaned on the chair and fell asleep.
The second team came back two hours later, bringing back a fully loaded car. After a short break, they took the radio station away without stopping and headed to Hale City.
The car included five or six pieces of clothing, a intact diesel engine and two unusable gasoline engines. 33 liters of gasoline in the fuel tank. Fabric sponges for four seats. Metal body cutting tools. Chassis wheels and other items.
Can be used as scraps to pile up outside the camp.
After Valen and his colleagues confirmed that the diesel engine could be used, they used the parts disassembled from the car to make a speed regulator, and then connected the gasoline to the engine. After starting, the output power remained at about 50 kilowatts. The only problem was that the operation was very noisy.
It's better to be noisy than cold.
The first and third teams still did not leave the forest. However, they crossed several branches of the stream.
Above Hale City, the second team dug a pit near the top of the mountain near the sinkhole, buried the radio, covered it with a layer of wooden boards and then covered it with soil. The battery was only enough to be used continuously for 15 days, but it was enough.
An hour later, Joyce called back the two teams that had explored 30 kilometers away from Dawn Camp. It was half way through the day. There was no need to explore further, even if there were resources. They didn't have much time.
Two hours later, the second team returned, bringing with them a few fish they caught while crossing the river. Then they headed to the highway again. Their new mission was to find a car that could start and chemical batteries. The former was used to carry out large-scale operations.
Transportation. The latter takes advantage of the fact that the base is still providing power and stores the power until winter comes.
Not long after they left, Mu Su led the entire hunter team back with 21 residents of Lindsay Wetland. These people were all male, female, old and young, and were thin. It was a miracle that they could walk 20 kilometers to get here.
"Welcome." Joyce greeted the hunter team, and then smiled at Mu Su: "Thank you for your hard work."
"Hey hehe..." Mu Su scratched his head and giggled.
Then Joyce looked at the residents. They stared at Joyce and others with vigilant eyes, mixed with fear and dodge.
He didn't say anything, only asked one member to take them into the base and prepare food.
A warm cup of broth speaks louder than any words.
The hunter team also brought their weapons, fabrics and a box of cans. After getting Hansen's permission, they chose to come with Mu Su and become residents of Dawn Camp.
Mu Su ran to play with car wheels outside the camp, while Joyce led the hunter team around the camp and briefly talked about the current situation of the camp and their purpose: to absorb a thousand residents, and to collect enough materials to survive the winter for all residents.
supplies.
It will be resolved within these eleven days.
The plan was so absurd that the hunter team didn't know whether to be surprised or disbelieving.
They finally came to the original cafeteria area and sat down at a table and chairs in a corner. Not far away, the two Warrens were making a heater using very simple electric heating wires.
"Because I don't have much time, I will go straight to the topic. You are all experienced hunters. How much do you know about creatures like force ants?"
In front of his seat, Joyce unfolded the map that Mu Su wanted to come to, spread it on the table and asked.
Frey replied: "Rarely seen and rarely heard from other teams. Are you looking for anthills?"
Joyce nodded. The resources of an anthill are at least nearly 10 tons of meat. Only this huge amount can meet their needs.
"Tomorrow I will go back to Lindsay Wetland and ask the old guys, they may know something."
"Trouble." Joyce said politely, then asked the second question.
"So what kind of mutated creatures with huge body size and no more than level 3 strength exist nearby?"
…
The aroma of food spread in the air, and the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard continuously.
In the corner of the grotto, residents of the New Dawn camp sat in a circle, staring intently at the members stirring the cauldron.
In the pot are fist-sized pieces of meat and rich broth. Every time it is stirred, the heat rises, and the sound of deep breathing intensifies.
"This can't be human flesh..." someone whispered, but he couldn't cover up his own swallowing of saliva.
Most people here haven't eaten in two days.
"Human flesh doesn't smell that bad." One person answered him and let out a low laugh.
A few people were not laughing.
A thin little girl asked her, "I wonder... what we need to do."
"We have a day off today. Tomorrow, we should assist in building a stronghold." Aurora said without looking back. "As you can see, we don't have many things yet. These need to be obtained before winter."
"That's it?" an old man asked hesitantly.
Aurora put a piece of meat and broth into a wooden bowl and handed it to the old man.
