Red light flashes.

As the Metal Sigh disaster officially begins, the strange, miserable red moonlight seems to be breathing, and its frequency is getting faster and faster.

Crunch.

Crunch.

No one could see what had happened to the environment. Various metal objects piled up in the center of the square began to make spontaneous sounds.

Visible to the naked eye, numerous scalp-numbing rust spots began to appear on the silver-white surface of the farm tools.

It only took less than two minutes to form a complete black rust stain.

"Damn. This is too scary!"

During the corrosion process of metal, some white corrosive gas evaporates.

It looks really penetrating under the red light.

And this aging rate of up to a thousand times is definitely not a simple multiplication operation. Under the superposition of magnification, the metal has shown a strange change.

It's not like aging, more like

sigh!

Countless lamentations were joined together and could be heard hundreds of meters away, just like the sound of an old-fashioned tractor starting up.

Soon, the metals that were molded into various styles aged to a critical point and began to enter the deformation stage.

A powerful series hoe.

The metal attached to the wooden pole began to fall off, and rolled to the ground to form small black balls as if it had lost tension.

A Gentleman Series rifle.

The gun body made of metal has been twisted into a twist, and the gun barrel has naturally bridged together and turned into an iron rod.

Boom.

Continuous noises began to come from the end of the horizon, and the earth began to shake.

Looking up at the stars, the sky suddenly became bright.

A stream of fiery red meteors drew graceful curves in the red night sky, flying towards the horizon.

One of them hit the Tianyuan territory without missing a beat, hitting a newly opened plantation hard.

The intense fire burned, instantly brightening the dark night.

"Are there new buildings coming?"

There are only more than ten days left before the opening of the black building. When seeing the meteor falling, everyone subconsciously had this idea.

Even Sumo was a little surprised and quickly led people to the big pit.

However, when we got closer, we could see clearly what the falling thing was.

In the pit that was smashed out more than ten meters, a black-gray ball with a diameter of about one meter was making creaking sounds and was still deforming.

On the outermost layer of the ball, there are still some white painted writings that have not been erased.

This is

"Enterprise.Satellite?"

I learned a lot of corporate news from Bernie just a few days ago.

Now that he really saw the "triangle" symbol representing the company appearing in front of his eyes, Sumo understood why the game wanted to increase the intensity of the metal aging disaster.

In just a short time, the company has already launched satellites into the sky of the wasteland and wants to open the mini map and play games.

With this kind of progress, no wonder the game can't bear it.

"I suddenly have a feeling that this wave will set back the civilization of the Blue Star people at least fifty years!"

"Especially those gopher guys, it's no longer feasible for them to continue huddled underground."

Standing in front of the scorching pit, he looked at the meteors scattered in the sky and the explosions that still continued.

Chen Shen said with eager eyes.

Sumo also touched his chin with his right hand, his face full of surprise.

This battle was much bigger than the one in the ruins of the future, and it directly wiped out the efforts of the Blue Star natives for nearly half a year.

But for human players who are about to land in the New World, this is really good news.

In the next month, at least there is no need to worry about large-scale fighting breaking out.

When the disaster is over and all forces regain their ability to manufacture firepower weapons, there will be at least three months in between.

"Let's break up. Don't worry about the further impact of this disaster for the time being."

After the meteors in the sky fell one after another, the movement from the distance began to calm down.

After instructing the guards to temporarily close the area around the satellite, Somo yawned and returned to his room in the dungeon.

The neighbors next door couldn't cause any big trouble even when they had firepower, so now it's even harder.

Perhaps those homeless people will take this opportunity to become even more critical of the shelters in the southern suburbs.

But the Western Suburbs Alliance.

Don't worry, I wouldn't dare to give those guys a hundred courages.

Everyone knows that Hunter Tiger has a team of mutants in his hands, and those guys are simply bugs in cold weapon combat.

Of course, Sumo also thought about taking advantage of the temporary failure of the thermal weapons to gather the allies to take revenge on Sunny Harbor Sanctuary.

But after thinking about it, he finally chose to suppress this bold idea for the time being.

First, because a large number of human players are about to migrate to the New World, launching a war at this juncture is not conducive to the territory recruiting players.

It is very likely that the refugees discovered that this place was not peaceful even though they were far away, so they chose to go directly to other places.

The second reason is that Qinggang Sanctuary has not yet shown its full strength. It is definitely a stupid decision to rashly launch a war without knowing the opponent's cards.

If the opponent cannot be completely destroyed and conquered at once, then the war will only continue endlessly.

This is completely inconsistent with the concept of survival and development in the wasteland.

In addition, although the Tianyuan Army soldiers in the territory have undergone several rounds of expansion, their scale is only no more than 300.

Even if all the guards were to attack, there would only be about a thousand people.

Not enough, not enough at all.

There are tens of thousands of wanderers on the other side. If you want to fight head-on with cold weapons, you need at least a team of nearly ten thousand soldiers.

"Fortunately, we will be able to expand our staff soon, so we don't need to be short of manpower for everything."

If you expect to train a group of life-type players to the battlefield, you might as well imitate some wanderers from the Signs of Clear Harbor Sanctuary.

According to the news from the Desolate Bone Village, the hundreds of homeless people who were previously captured have become extremely well-behaved recently.

Although these people cannot be expected to live and die in the territory, they can always be sent to perform tasks on some insignificant battlefields.

Sitting on the bedside, Sumo drank an unpacked soda while opening the game interface and browsing the world channel to see the extent of the impact of disasters in other places.

It's quite different from what you imagined. Metal aging has really caused a lot of troubles, but it can be said to be a real threat.

That's really not much.

On the contrary, the individual players cheered for this and bluntly said that the next journey to the New World would be more peaceful and they would not have to worry about those damn pirate attacks.

With this information in hand, Sumo turned off the panel and called up Zero to take a look at the recent developments.

In the past time, the large amount of food supplies stored in the territory has been enough to cover the expenses of 100,000 people for a year.

The residents' per capita material accumulation also increased simultaneously to thirty-seven days.

Of course, this number does not mean that everyone has exchanged materials, but the value of the money they have accumulated.

The per capita price is about 30 copper coins, which is still a healthy value.

At first, Sumo was a little worried that the gap between the rich and the poor between the old residents and the new residents was too high, which would allow some people to control the means of production, withdraw from the production ranks and become the rentier class, becoming worms in the territory.

But recently, he has clearly discovered that residents do not seem to be saving money as quickly as expected.

The reasons for this phenomenon are complex.

On the one hand, part of the income is consumed by eating, drinking, and eating every day, causing all the money earned to flow back into the village to form a cycle, or the money earned by resident A falls into the pocket of resident B, and only a small part of it falls into the pocket of resident B.

The market circulates.

On the other hand, most of the current bulk business is in Sumo's own hands, such as the foreign trade goods exported to Pingtan and Jucheng, such as the output of several large factories, and all the money earned goes into his pocket.

It is no exaggeration to say that according to current statistics, the money in Somo's own accounts is definitely higher than the income of all residents.

Most of the money circulated several times and finally ended up with him, the lord.

But this model happens to be the healthiest way at this stage.

Such as the money-burning military industry, or some basic industries, or very far-sighted factories like Hell.
To be continued...