hit!

It was finally possible to possess a deterrent weapon that would make madmen fearful. After Lu Kuan looked forward to the future excitedly for a while, he left with full of longing.

Power stones can induce explosions!

How fresh!

There is no weapon of the same specifications that is cheaper than the Power Stone, or the latter costs nothing at all.

As long as the energy stones under the ground are not completely mined, it means that the territory has almost unlimited super weapons.

Moreover, the energy stone batteries used in the two personnel carriers weigh less than one kilogram.

Calculated based on current reserves.

Good guy, I don’t even dare to think about it.

Especially considering that there are two cards in hand that can restore resource reserves, and the system can also use survival points to increase reserves.

Sumo is very looking forward to advancing the research on energy stones to the next stage as soon as possible.

At that time, the territory's external offensive methods would not be as poor as they are now, and even if they were to collect some radiation beasts, they would consider whether they could defeat them.

On the other side, the village chief Chen Shen also came over after hearing the news, with obvious worry on his face.

"There was another message from the bunker just now. Their guards suffered heavy casualties, and only a few of them were still standing and talking."

"The advance team met the owner there, and she requested reinforcements from our Western Suburban Alliance to move in."

"And... we also placed a very exaggerated arms order, and the profit was enough for us to trade with the two shelters in the western suburbs for a whole month."

Logically speaking, the village chief Chen Shen should be very happy to suddenly receive such a huge order.

But in fact, he was not happy at all.

The straight-line distance between the Pumpkin Bunker and the territory is 250 kilometers, and including the detour, it is at least 300 kilometers.

The one-way time is now about four hours and fifty minutes, nearly five hours.

Even if the route is familiar, the time cannot be cut in half. Three hours is the limit.

So what if the arms can be sold there? The territory now needs more than just the supplies on the account.

How to spend these materials reasonably and improve the strength of the entire territory is what needs to be considered most at the moment.

Sumo stretched out his hand, patted Chen Shen's shoulder slightly and said with a smile.

"Don't be so nervous. Shouldn't we celebrate getting a big order? I heard that the Doomsday Madman has come to you several times and wants you to purchase a big order for the village in the name of the village chief."

"You have never agreed, and you have also issued a decree to limit the difficulty of obtaining gun licenses, causing the weapons factory's profits to plummet."

"Now he is happy. This order for pumpkin bunkers is enough for the weapons factory to work until next month, or even the month after that."

Is he happy?

He was happy, but I was unhappy!

Chen Shen was stunned for a moment. The image of the madman licking his face every time to get an order flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but reveal a wry smile on his face.

Letting every resident in the village have a gun is not always a good thing in a certain sense.

After the current guard team has been expanded, the number is sufficient to meet daily patrol needs.

Coupled with the support of the Tianyuan Army, there is no need for ordinary residents to go to the front lines with guns in the short term.

And the most crucial point.

The metal aging disaster is coming.

This was the reason why he repeatedly rejected orders from the weapons factory. The thing was no longer needed and would break if stored.

Maybe the guns that the residents spent a lot of money to buy were turned into a pile of scrap metal after the disaster was over in a month or two.

The economic bubble generated by this is extremely detrimental to the development of the territory and the village.

"I know, but if the owner there finds out that we sold a lot of junk that will break down in a short time."

"Also, the distance between us is too far. Once the trading route is known to those gopher guys in the southern suburbs or the Sunny Harbor Sanctuary, unnecessary accidents will easily occur."

The indigenous people did not know the information about the disaster.

Now they can't reveal that the metal aging disaster is coming.

Even if the owner of the bunker doesn't care about it, it would be bad if the residents found out that the weapons sold in the territory were garbage.

The 6,000 people there, because of their status as slaves, are the best labor force.

The future plan is to conquer everyone in the bunker.

After hearing Chen Shen's concerns, Sumo fell into deep thought.

Weapons sold in the past would soon turn into junk, which he had not thought of before.

To be honest, although the rate of metal aging has indeed increased recently, it is not actually obvious in the player's territory.

Those who were severely affected were mainly the indigenous people.

According to the news shared within the alliance, large areas of underground pipes in the city have collapsed recently due to the use of metal.

Because the population in the western suburbs is sparse, it can still be maintained.

But in the more densely populated southern suburbs and northern suburbs, the people in charge are already extremely busy.

Somo touched his chin and thought.

"Maybe what they need isn't weapons."

"I have to think about this carefully"

Even if everyone in the bunker has a pistol without guards, so what? Do we still expect the slaves to go out and fight?

The owner of the bunker is not so naive as ordinary people who are engaged in production. When they pick up a gun, they can get buffs and instantly become combatants.

The reason why they need a large number of weapons is ultimately a sign of lack of security.

If "security" can be satisfied, the transaction items do not have to be real guns.

Maybe change it to something else?

January 8th, Year 2 of the Wasteland Calendar, the third day after the Thousand Illusions Mist disappeared.

The collapsed concrete walls of the Pumpkin Bunker were repaired by residents in just one night.

Although traces of repairs can still be seen at the gaps, the closed wall stacks finally gave the residents inside a sense of security that they had not seen for a long time.

On the streets inside the bunker, figures in dark green uniforms walked in groups, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding residents.

They are the new recruits who joined the Guard early this morning.

Due to the heavy casualties suffered by the guard team yesterday, only one or two familiar faces could be seen in several recruit teams.

The automatic rifles inherited from their predecessors were clumsily held in their hands, and they patrolled suppressing the fear in their hearts.

"To be honest, it's really not a good idea for us to be the guards."

Looking at the hopeful eyes of other residents around him, a recruit couldn't help but complain.

If the bunker is still around the Holy City, the outside is extremely safe, and it only needs to be responsible for internal conflicts.

Being a guard may be a fat job, with a status higher than that of ordinary slaves.

But now

A total of nine rounds of lottery were drawn for the guard selection last night, in descending order.

Those who didn't win were elated and excited, as if the red lottery they got determined life or death.

The faces of those who won the lottery were ashen, and some even went home and wrote their last words.

No matter how much Guard Captain Nat comforted them and told them that reinforcements from the Western Suburban Alliance were coming, they just needed to fight.

But it is still unrealistic to expect that a group of slaves who usually only hold farm tools can cooperate well in fighting.

Walking in front of the team, Santi, the only veteran in the patrol, exhaled a breath of white air and shouted to the new recruits.

"Relax, you won't die."

It sounded like comfort and reassurance.

But it could be heard from Santi's low tone that he obviously didn't have any confidence.

The team advanced all the way and finally came to the security office to combine.

This is a cluster of buildings with a very oriental charm, similar to an ancient school field, surrounded by walls and an open training ground inside.

Five blue-tiled buildings are lined up beside the training field, and some training equipment is placed in the center of the field.

A total of eighty recruits were selected. When they were all gathered together, the scene was much more spectacular than yesterday.

Guard Captain Nat looked at them again and again. It wasn't until the male gunman and his group came out of the room that he looked away from the new recruits.

"Dear envoy, this is the guard team we have summoned temporarily and will be responsible for the next security tasks of the bunker."

"If the alliance wants garrison troops to come in, each of them can become a service member of the garrison."
To be continued...