January 6, Year 2 of the Wasteland Calendar, is a day worthy of being recorded in history.

Human beings who were lucky enough to survive will always remember this day and this half-year-long disaster.

The Mist of Thousand Illusions is finally coming to an end.

No longer have to endure the torture of humidity that is like gangrene on the bones, lying in bed all night and staying awake all night.

You no longer have to worry about enemies suddenly popping out of the fog, the clear field of vision will make it impossible for them to hide.

The appearance of the sun will bring the unique warmth of sunlight.

Even cement that cannot be dried will speed up the progress, making infrastructure construction go more smoothly.

It's early morning, it's just after six o'clock.

The quiet village became uncontrollably agitated, and more and more residents walked out of their houses and looked up to the east.

There, the sun, which had disappeared for half a year, was bursting out with "bright" light, illuminating half of the sky with a blue light.

Several staff members were walking next to the building, tearing off the slogan stickers that read "Residents should not walk around in foggy days, pay attention to personal safety" and replacing them with new slogans.

Because the time was too long, I felt the warm feeling descending on my body.

Many people raised their hands in front of their eyes, looking like they were not used to it.

Standing in front of the underground city gate, Somo also subconsciously raised his hand to block the light that was not actually dazzling.

The world seemed to become clearer.

Whenever I looked at any object before, I felt like it was covered with a veil.

Especially when looking into the distance, this feeling is more obvious, making people feel like they are living in an illusory world.

But now, there is only the last trace of mist left in the air floating on the horizon, which can hardly affect the weather anymore.

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"Are the radio channels still blocked?"

"Yes, Master, the fog still blocks the emission of medium and long waves!"

The sound of No. 0 appeared at the right time, proving that although the Thousand Illusions Mist disappeared, its effect did not end immediately.

In the past, because the fog blocked the radio, humans had to go to the world channel to chat and receive messages.

It's a pity that it costs a lot of money, and if you tell it, it will be seen by all the players.

Many people migrating across the sea are looking forward to the end of the fog, and they can connect to human territories in the New World through radio channels, thereby receiving more detailed information and help.

However, the current game approach is to cut off this expectation and not completely let go of radio wave transmission.

This feels like a monopoly capitalist trying to make his product (World Chat) more popular.

In order to let more people still use the game panel, I don’t know how long this last trace of fog will be retained.

Of course, this isn't all bad.

At least the communication between the indigenous people has been hindered, and their intelligence communication is still firmly restricted.

"What is the maximum communication distance?"

"Uh, two hundred kilometers? Or three hundred kilometers?"

"That's okay."

Although long-distance communication is still blocked, it doesn't feel like losing contact when traveling to Qinggang City.

Now, even if you are outside the territory, you still cannot use territory chat, but the radio communication channel can finally be used.

Sumo could already imagine that the two allies who discovered this phenomenon were overjoyed and quickly sent people to send encrypted channel numbers.

It's so nice to be able to communicate, and I don't have to endure the damn human transmission of information anymore!

However, it's not yet time for Sumo to check out further changes.

On the four-lane asphalt road in front of the underground city, Sudben came roaring over on an off-road motorcycle.

After parking the car and taking off his helmet, Su Deben, who was already over fifty years old, did not accept his age and was dressed like a will-o'-the-wisp boy.

Looking at the surprised Su Mo, he took a long breath and said quickly:

"There's good news, there's bad news, and there's news that's neither good nor bad. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"Um?"

Sumo raised his eyebrows curiously.

"Looking at your appearance, let me hear the good news first."

"Forehead"

Already prepared to tell the bad news first, Su Deben was a little surprised and quickly stopped what he had said.

From the back of the motorcycle, he took out a folder.

"The good news is that although there were some twists and turns in our publicity process, we finally successfully sent it out. In less than half a month, our publicity advertisement will be broadcast at sea stations 10,000 nautical miles away from the New World, and every survivor passing by will

Everyone knows that there is a 'Tian Yuan' territory in the New World that can cure the Hell Flower Virus."

Before leaving, the village's communications department had already agreed on a time.

You only need to use some simple encryption methods at three o'clock in the middle of the night when there are the fewest people, and the information can be transmitted smoothly.

At this time, Su Deben opened the folder, and what was recorded on it was the message Bao Lei sent back through World Chat.

Sumo took the document and glanced at it, and found that it did not record the twists and turns of the propaganda process. Instead, it contained some secret information about the deep sea and the general situation there.

"Are pirates so common on this sea now? We humans on earth actually join the aboriginal team as pirates to deal with our own people?"

Su Mo couldn't help but click his tongue, admitting that he still underestimated the bottom line of mankind and the cruelty of the wasteland.

Not everyone can maintain their true nature in the chaotic wasteland. Most people can't help but fall after difficult choices. Even if they don't fall, they are forced to fall by others.

According to the news from Bao Lei, the number of pirates has now reached a terrifying level.

Based on the rough calculation of the population distribution, in a sea area where 100,000 people gather, nearly 3,000 people choose to become pirates.

They will not only attack the inns established on the sea, but also plunder the materials and people in the inns.

They would also pretend to be migrants to gain trust and rob fleets heading to the New World.

What's more, they even thought of building a fake "sea station".

Any team that enters here to rest rashly without inquiring clearly will eventually be divided and dealt with.

Those who are willing to be pirates stay, and those who are not willing are either made into slaves at the lowest level, or thrown into exile directly into the sea.

And the most terrifying thing is that this number is still rising.

According to the statistics of information transmission within the station, there will be another month until the migration wave reaches its peak.

The number of pirates in an area of ​​100,000 people will skyrocket to at least 20,000 people.

"Isn't this just trying to make a fortune before going to the New World? Even people who don't have this idea will be tricked into it, right?"

"Yes, when you see a fat sheep carrying supplies passing by and no one else is watching, how many people can resist the urge not to do anything?"

Ninety-five percent of people are not professional pirates.

Looting was just a temporary idea that couldn't help but be tempted when seeing a large amount of supplies.

Looking at Sumo with a serious look on his face, Sudeben, who was standing aside, continued.

"But don't worry too much about pirates. According to my experience, there is a high probability that it will not develop into such a bad situation as the sea station forecast. You have to know that pirates will not only rob ordinary people, but as long as their number expands to

To a certain extent, internal chaos will arise on its own.”

"Coupled with the arrival of large human armies, more and more people will definitely choose to travel in groups, and they will have fewer opportunities to take action. After all, their weapons are at best handmade guns, and there is no real weapon at all.

Highly powerful weapons of destruction.”

"What about the bad news?"

"The bad news is that your baby, Bao Lei, has to lead his men to deal with those pirates!"

Su Deben spread his hands and pretended to be helpless.

"You read that right, this kid is really brave. The intelligence dealer in the giant tree root sea area took advantage of his reward and only spent less than 20% of the funds to deliver the news. Guess what happened to that sea area?

The rules of the inn have actually changed, the price of message transmission is more expensive, and an intelligence businessman sprayed our territory on the world channel and Bao Lei saw it."

"This kid immediately led people to kill the intelligence merchant. In the end, he didn't know how, but he actually gained the trust of the manager of the sea station and became the new intelligence merchant."

"But the price is that he has to lead people to deal with a group of pirates in the surrounding area as a certificate of surrender."

Even if Su Deben kept his story short, Su Mo could roughly guess that the process was not that simple.

The permanent population of Jushugen Station is close to 20,000, and the number of guards alone is several hundred.

In such an environment, the intelligence dealer can be killed and replaced.

This is not something that ordinary boldness can summarize.

"So. He came to us for help?"
To be continued...