Chapter 135 Soldiers, it’s our turn to attack!

Yellowstone Farm.

Buzz buzz~

Five large harvesters are harvesting beans on the farm, and each soybean pod is cut off by the gears and entered into the machine.

These pod-covered plants are exceptionally tall and have many fruits. They are rare beneficial mutant plants in the wasteland.

Although this kind of beans is also yellow, it is no longer the same thing as traditional soybeans.

It is more nutritious, has a stronger feeling of satiety, can be stored for a longer time, and is ripened 2 to 3 times a year.

This is also the reason why beans have become the basic food rations for all survivors in this city.

The Yellowstone Farm is the largest bean-producing farm around Colossus City.

It is located on a plain with fertile soil and is close to a river. The nutrient-rich riverbed silt can be used as fertilizer. It is a natural grain-producing land. It is said that it was also the city's granary before the war.

Speaking of Yellowstone Farm, all the leaders of the large and small settlements around Colossus City know it.

In order to maintain the food in the settlement, they all purchased goods here.

But few people know that the actual controller of Yellowstone Farm is Vault 303 not far away underground, which is just one of their wasteland industries.

"Huh~"

Huang Fan got off the harvester, took out a white handkerchief from his suit pocket, wiped the sweat from his head, and said to the rugged man driving the harvester:

"Wenjie, it's so exciting to drive this harvester! All the grain clatters into the bucket, it's so stress-relieving! It's more exciting than driving a tank!"

The elder brother looked at Huang Fan with admiring eyes: "Mr. Fan, if you like it, come back tomorrow and I'll replace it with a new blade we just produced, which is guaranteed to be smoother and smoother!"

Huang Fan showed a sincere smile: "Thank you Wenjie, I have something to do tomorrow. I'll come back when I have the opportunity. Xiao Wu, take out a box of the new energy drink from the 303 Beverage Factory in my car and give it to Wenjie.

Kuang Xin, Dong Qiang and the others are divided."

The rough guys who drove harvesters and farmed the fields all showed embarrassed expressions.

"Mr. Fan, you are so kind. Not only do you help us with the work yourself, but you also give us delicious food every time we come. Last time I came home after having a full meal, but I didn't eat when my wife made a meal. She thought I was there

I ate it outside."

"Hahaha~ Me too."

"Mr. Fan has been so kind to us. I will definitely grow more big and good beans for you!"

These farmers talked to Huang Fan one after another, and their words were very familiar. They were not flattering to their superiors, but just like talking to their elders.

Huang Fan looked at them one by one and told interesting things about each of them from time to time.

Obviously he knows everyone here very well.

After a while, Secretary Wu brought in a box of drinks packed in iron cans, with the logo of the 303 Shelter Beverage Factory printed on it, and a hefty price marked on it: 50.

Coins issued by the City of Colossus are also used here.

50 yuan is enough to wholesale 100 kilograms of beans from them.

Click~

These farmers opened the tin cans and drank heavily.

A wave of energy rises from the body, and the muscles all over the body seem to have been washed. The fatigue is gone, and it feels as warm as taking a hot bath.

"This this!"

"This feeling."

"awesome!"

Huang Fan: "If you like it, I'll ask those who make drinks to give you more."

"How embarrassing."

Although these men said they were embarrassed, there was still a look of longing in their eyes. They rarely had the opportunity to drink this kind of drink that only rich people could afford.

These new drinks directly captured the hearts of farmer brothers.

Huang Fan smiled at them and left Huangshi Farm in a car with his secretary.

On the car.

Huang Fan wiped the dirt on his suit with a wet wipe and turned on his phone.

"Okay, okay. I know about the Cangniao."

After hanging up the phone, the secretary asked: "Mr. Fan, our satellite signal can locate the giant worker ants. Do we need to send a super-kill team to deal with them?"

Huang Fan didn't hear anything: "Let the beverage factory provide a bottle of energy drink to the farm workers every week. They do the most tiring work in the shelter. There is no reason to live in such a poor life. Big brother talks about common prosperity every day."

You can walk to a farm just two steps away and don’t even look at how the farmers are treated.”

The secretary was confused and said: "Mr. Fan, but this special energy drink is a drink with added crystal energy. It is a new product exported to Colossus City and the large settlement. The current production capacity is limited, and the people in the beverage factory may not be willing."

"These capitalists are obsessed with money. If anyone says no, I will ask him to come to my office at night to discuss which street lamp is more comfortable to hang."

Secretary Wu: "Yes."

After Huang Fan carefully cleaned all the dirt on his body, he paused.

He said calmly: "Let the astrologers go over the matter of Cangniao to see if those little guys are still alive. If the spirits are fine, just bring them back. If someone dies, then kill everyone who participated.

Make their corpses into long lanterns and hang them on the four mountains."

Secretary Wu: "Some people at the shelter want to make them pay for the Cangbird, you see."

Huang Fan looked out the window: "It's just a gosling. Bring it back alive. If it's dead, just catch another one."

"In the wasteland, fighting is inevitable. As long as we don't kill our people, it proves that there is still fear of us in our hearts. Do you know why the law didn't shoot traffickers in the pre-war world?"

Secretary Wu: "I understand."

After Secretary Wu arranged the matter, the ground slowly opened up in the ruins of a building not far away.

Two elevators rose from it, and an old man wearing a blue robe walked out.

The glass door of another elevator slowly opened, revealing a large Gothic-looking motorcycle with two wheels as thick as a large truck. It was very exaggerated!

The old man in cassock jumped on the motorcycle and roared towards the four mountains.

On the road, the mutated creatures were frightened and fled in all directions.

Occasionally, some looters tried to intercept them, but they were ruthlessly thrown away by the big motorcycles.

In the sky, a large red-eyed eagle, with flames in its mouth, swooped down towards the motorcycle, trying to capture this conspicuous prey.

This is an extremely terrifying predator in the wasteland. Ordinary firearms pose no threat to it at all. Its feathers are as hard as steel and its speed is extremely fast. There is almost no prey it cannot catch. It can be said to be the top of mutant creatures.

A member of the food chain.

All the human survivors in this area are trying their best to avoid this red-eyed eagle to prevent it from being discovered.

call out!

It swooped down from the air, causing the air to make a sharp scream, and aimed its big mouth at the astrologer's head hidden in the hood.

The astrologer didn't even look, he raised his hand slightly, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky!

boom!

The red-eyed eagle, which had been wreaking havoc in the wasteland for many years, suddenly fell from the sky as if it had been hit by a giant hammer. The strong electric shock on its body destroyed all its muscles.

At this moment, the fear of death enveloped the big eagle.

Having absorbed fire crystals many times, it already possessed a small amount of wisdom. Before it died, it remembered its run under the sunset that day, which was its lost youth.

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At that time, it could not fly. It was just a pheasant walking on the ground. It had nothing but hard feathers. It was kept in captivity by humans and its feathers were plucked every day until it accidentally ate a fiery red stone.

By the way, it vaguely remembers that many humans once called it - Chicken Pseudo Titanium.

Thinking of this, its time to shine is over.

Pa~

The blackened eagle fell to the ground.

No one absorbed the scattered death energy, but the smell of barbecue attracted a large number of mutated creatures.

Four mountains.

All players have returned to the Scourge Base on the top of the mountain.

After many days of hard work, Uncle Tian finally directed the skeleton to build a solid wood gate for the natural disaster base.

The road from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain is blocked.

The thickness of 50cm can completely block bullets from rifles and pistols, giving players sufficient protection.

There are also wooden walls on both sides of the wooden door, and players can stand on them to fight back enemies.

"Hahaha! It's me, Lao Tian Niubi! This lord knows a lot about city defense, doesn't he have to rely on me?"
To be continued...