Chapter 180 The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind

   The staple food served for lunch is palm-sized white bread, crispy and burnt corn kernels, and wolf meat cooked with soybeans.

  Not only Liu Jiuyue, who was the messenger, was entertained, but also the eight serfs and two guards who were pulling the cart together.

  The guards aside, after all, they are servants with the same identity as him, but it was unexpected for Liu Jiuyue to let the serfs also eat at the table.

   But after all, they didn’t dine in the same place, so Liu Jiuyue didn’t say much.

   Putting his hands together, he thanked the host who gave them the food, and he couldn't wait to reach out and grab the white bread on the plate.

  Different from the cold and hard green wheat pancake, this bread is soft and fluffy. Just holding it in his hand, Liu Jiuyue couldn't help but sway, and hurriedly put it into his mouth and took a bite.

  It smells so good! ! !

   His eyes almost bulged out. Before he could swallow the food in his mouth, he quickly picked up the spoon and scooped another spoonful of bean stew and stuffed it into his mouth.

   Soft and delicious, it melts in the mouth, and his taste buds gave a very high evaluation at the first time!

   He didn't have time to savor it, he devoured it, like a reincarnation of a starving ghost, completely forgetting the instructions that the boss gave him before he left.

  Wolf meat is usually sour, but they are so badly stewed with soybeans that they taste a little fragrant. As for the method of corn, it is even more amazing. Did they fry it?

   This is too extravagant!

   The white bread is enough. When Liu Jiuyue ate the fourth one, he felt that the fortress was no longer enough.

   After taking a sip of hot water, he tried his best to swallow the food stuffed into his throat, and with an expression he had never seen before, he looked at Guo Niu who was sitting across the table eating.

"what is this?"

  Guo Niu is a real person and answers truthfully.

   "Steamed bread, salt and pepper corn, stewed soybeans with braised pork."

   Liu Jiuyue looked blank.

  The words    have never been heard before, but three words appeared at the same time. No longer able to hide the envious look in his eyes, he couldn't help asking.

   "Do you eat this every day?"

   Guo Niu shook his head and said.

   "It depends on what's in the bazaar."

   There is no cafeteria in the outpost, and the residents of the shelter are all cooking.

  Although the market at noon is not as lively at night, there are still many people there to set up cauldrons and cook some strange food.

  The manager set a standard for lunch, with a budget of 3 silver coins per person, and Guo Niu took the money to the market to purchase.

   The residents of the shelter who were doing business at the north gate were very enthusiastic, rushing to drag him to their booth, and even said that large-scale purchases could be discounted.

  Although Guo Niu doesn’t understand why bulk purchases can be discounted, it is always a good thing to save money for managers. In the end, this meal only cost 70% of the total budget, which can be said to be very economical.

   "Marketplace?"

   However, after listening to Guo Niu's explanation, Liu Jiuyue's expression became even more dazed.

   That does sound weird.

   There is no such thing as a market in a general small survivor base.

   After all, trade is the product of prosperity. If more than half of the people in a place are slaves without private property, who can sell the things on the market? They may not even own the flesh on their own, let alone anything worth exploiting.

   I heard that there was a grocery store before on Bate Street, which was run by the old town mayor, allowing the garbage guys there to change some daily necessities. This could be considered a great act of kindness in the surrounding area, but the family has been driven away by these savages with guns, and now I don't know if there is such a thing as a "shop" there.

   Liu Jiuyue has never been there, only heard that a group of beggars who pick up **** live there. They also occasionally went to pick up things near the farm, but they were usually driven away, unless they had chips on them, and the farmer didn't want to get into trouble with their neighbors, and usually allowed them to go back for some green wheat.

   "Thank you for your hospitality." Wiping her mouth with her sleeve, Liu Jiuyue took a moment to hold back her hiccups, got up and said respectfully.

   Guo Niu shook his head and corrected seriously: "All this is the generosity of adults, you should thank him, not me."

   Liu Jiuyue glanced at him enviously.

   is strange.

   He actually saw loyalty in the face of a serf!

   However, what's even more strange is that he actually has to please him...

   After coming out of the dining room, Liu Jiuyue greeted the serfs he brought and led the two-headed cow tied to the door.

   He waved the whip in his hand, as if he wanted to vent his suppressed emotions on these people.

   "Hurry up, lazy dogs, it's time for us to hit the road."

  The serfs did not dare to disobey him, let alone disobey the iron-barreled rifles on his and the guards’ backs. They untied the ropes on the two-headed cows with numb hands and feet, and set out on the road at the urging of Mr. Liu.

   However, people's simple desire for a better life cannot be stopped by a whip alone. Several serfs whispered to each other while Liu Jiuyue and the two guards didn't notice it.

   "The food just now was too delicious."

   "Yeah, even in a fat year, we haven't had such a good time eating..."

   "This is heaven!"

   "Speaking of that person is... Guoba?"

"seems like it."

   "Unbelievable, it's him! I almost didn't recognize it!"

   "You said if we defected to him..."

"Shh! Don't let the guy with the gun hear me. Don't blame me for not reminding you. Last time, the kid who boasted about going on a trip with the caravan was hanged at the door for three days and three nights. Then he put it down. At the time, half of my body was eaten away!"

  The serfs were silent and dared not speak any more.

   Watching the tributary camel caravan disappear at the end of the woods, Chu Guang, who was standing by the window on the third floor of the sanatorium, suddenly opened his mouth with admiration.

   "It would be nice if you gave me a few more cows."

   Xia Yan, who came here to eat rice, said jokingly.

   "Does this count as eating in a bowl and thinking in a pot?"

The phrase    was learned from Chu Guang, and is said to be used to describe a person who is insatiable. Although she didn't think it was accurate to use this sentence to describe the manager, it was unexpectedly appropriate at this time.

   "Of course not," Chu Guang looked back at her and said dissatisfiedly, "I taught you this sentence, not for you to tell me."

  Xia Yan rolled his eyes at him lightly, and continued to concentrate on dealing with the popcorn in his hand.

  Although Chu Guang always said it was junk food, she didn't think so at all. Sprinkle a little sugar on top, the taste is simply unparalleled in the world!

  Silver coins are awesome!

   She has already started to figure out how to spend tomorrow's salary.

  …

   It was just noon.

   At the entrance of Huayuan Street subway station, about 4 kilometers away from Wetland Park, the pungent smell of gunpowder permeates the street, and even the howling north wind can't blow it away.

   A group of happy little players, skillfully repeating yesterday's work - pulling monsters, gathering fire, counting the results, busy and enthusiastic, enjoying themselves.

   Except for the two of them, there is no joy.

   One is a mole and the other is a mosquito.

These two "contractors", one big and one small, in order to clear the passage from the entrance of the subway station to the gate of Refuge No. 117, they have already put in more than 400 silver coins, which is enough to buy two LD-47 rifles. !

   If you can’t finish this quest today, it’s hard to say whether the reward of 1200 silver coins is worth it in terms of time and cost.

"Maybe we should learn from Elder Fang and the others," Mosquito said with a frown as he looked at the mole standing next to him, "I chatted with Lao Bai yesterday, and they didn't use much when they were visiting the greenhouse ruins. People go to the pile, although some ammunition is spent, the cost is not much higher than ours."

   Mole shook his head and said.

"Brother Mosquito, that's too bad. You thought they were sharing their game experience with you, but you don't know that they are only in Versailles. Elite tactics? One of the strongest mechanical compound bows in the entire server, a mechanical hand that makes the output of the intelligence department full, and... the highest perception in the entire server."

"This kind of hexagonal team, what tactics are you discussing with them? Their output is the top three, and if you don't die, you will earn blood. If we learn their style of play, this task will last until next month. Listen to me, if you don't have enough equipment, you have to use a sea of ​​people to make up, there is no shortcut!"

   I understand the truth.

   But still so envious!

   With an expression of envy, jealousy and hatred on his face, Mosquito couldn't help shouting.

   "Hey! These abominable European emperors!"

   Mole also nodded and said in agreement.

   "Really? Do you understand the importance of balance now?"

  The output of that manipulator is unreasonable, and the projectiles are almost turning into cannonballs in his hand. Did the planner really consider the feelings of power players? There is also that mechanical compound bow, which is more powerful than a gun. It can pierce armor and project explosives. The ammunition is still cheap. Is it reasonable not to cut a knife?

   Of course, if he finishes the mission of Vault 117 and can reward him with a set of equipment of the same level or even more awesome, then he doesn't say anything.

   I don't care, anyway, I'm a shady person if the European Emperor doesn't turn around!

   Zhang Hai, who was in charge of pulling monsters before, finally checked his results and happened to hear the conversation between the two when he came.

   Although he didn't understand it at all, he still excitedly made up a slogan.

   "The right line of the sea of ​​people will always drop God!"

   "Nizuokai, what are you doing, you cute newcomer, do you understand your sequence?" The mosquito who was envious of him didn't want to talk nonsense, and put a coin in his hand, "Take it! Don't look for it!"

   Zhang Hai counted, one copper coin is not bad, hehe smiled.

   "Thank you boss! I wish the boss a fortune!"

   Hearing this sentence of making a fortune, the mosquitoes were stimulated, and their eyelids twitched again.

   Make a fortune?

   If he continues to play like this, let alone making a fortune, he is about to go bankrupt!

   Seeing the mosquito's pain, Mole sighed and patted his shoulder lightly.

   "Come on, victory is just around the corner. I have a hunch that the money for this mission may not be weaker than the greenhouse ruins, and it will definitely be earned back then!"

   Mosquito looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh.

   "Hopefully."

   In fact, what Brother Mole said was not entirely to comfort him, victory was indeed at hand.

There were sixty-seven predators killed in this round, a lot less than yesterday, and the agile newbie named Zhang Hai, this time pulling monsters from below was more than twice as long as yesterday. It is clear that the density of alien species is not as high as it was a few days ago.

   Mole guessed in his heart that if the situation is optimistic, two more rounds at most should be able to complete the task.

   It happened to be lunch time. The little players who participated in the strategy took a break, walked into the abandoned shop on the side of the road, and used the charcoal they brought and the branches they picked up to burn a pot of water.

  The newbies need to save money to buy equipment, most of them are reluctant to buy expensive supplies, and the dry food they bring is mainly green wheat cakes, or scones made of croissants.

  Although this kind of dry food has no nutrition and tastes very ordinary, it is more convenient. Whether it is thrown into the pot and boiled into a paste, or directly held and chewed, it can fill the stomach.

  There will be a debuff of low blood sugar on an empty stomach, which affects the output. Players are ready to wait for the dry food before starting the next wave of offensive.

   But at this moment, neither Mole nor Mosquito Brother noticed that on the road just one block away from Garden Street subway station, a group of heavily armed mercenaries were quietly entering this area.

   There are not many of them, only eight of them. Although the equipment is not the most elite, it is more than a little bit stronger than the stragglers wandering in the wasteland. Not only were they equipped with automatic weapons, but two of them had thigh-thick rocket launchers on their backs, and they had plenty of firepower.

   It can be seen that their boss made a lot of money and learned the lessons of the last failure. Not only did he hire a stronger mercenary group, but he also bought a round-trip ticket to the northern suburbs for this group of people.

   Their mission is simple.

   Arrive at the Huayuan Street subway station, clear the alien species under the subway station, then enter the Vault 117, and return to the evacuation point with the contents inside.

   Actually, if the situation is optimistic, they should have completed this task two days ago. However, no one expected that a group of people would also be eyeing Vault 117.

Those people seem to be the newly emerging survivor forces from the northern suburbs of Qingquan City. According to the host of the Boulder City radio station who was full of trains, these people not only killed the Blood Hand clan, but also killed the mutants on 76th Street. Recently It even hooked up with companies passing through the northern suburbs.

   Although those people's equipment is very weak, their own side has obvious advantages, but no one dares to take it lightly.

  Especially yesterday, the scout who went to the high-rise building to set up a sniper point received news that they had found the target of the suspected awakened person.

   Awakened!

   As the captain of these twelve people, Pritt felt that things might not be as simple as he imagined.

   did not act immediately, they occupied a half-collapsed building along the street, placed a radio station, established a temporary command post here, and made contact with the scouts who arrived at the front line first.

   "Karl, is the Awakened from yesterday still there?"

   After a while, the voice of a scout came from the communication channel.

   "Not anymore... I suspect that he is not fully awakened, but there are already signs of awakening."

   Pritt said solemnly.

   "What is the ability."

   Carl replied.

   "May be related to intuition or spirituality."

   Intuitive or spiritual.

   Pritt frowned tightly.

   The so-called awakening is the "alienation" of a part of the body, showing some characteristics that are different from ordinary people.

  There are many incentives that may lead to awakening. The more common ones are the use of genetic modification agents, or the survival instinct is stimulated at the juncture of life and death, resulting in the dominant expression of the unactivated fragments of the gene fragments.

   Compared with the "risk controllable" mechanical prosthesis transformation, awakening is undoubtedly a road full of thorns. Although it can bring powerful power, it is not without cost.

   However, it is undeniable that the Awakened are indeed difficult to deal with, especially the spiritual and intuition.

   Just like the energy weapon branch in light weapons!

   "That group of people is preparing for the second wave of offensive. I feel that the alien species under the subway station have been cleaned up by them... Boss, when are we going to start?"

  Pruitt said calmly.

   "Don't panic, wait for them to lead the aliens out from below."

   It may be a genius idea to draw the aliens out from under the subway station to set fire, but these people obviously don't realize how big the movement and the gap in the back of the **** they made.

  Pruitt's thinking is clear.

   They don't need to confront the survivors head-on, they just need to wait quietly for the aliens to come out of their nests, and take advantage of the survivors to rush up with cold weapons and kill them.

   What if there are awakened ones?

   Eat these survivors and xenomorphs in one bite, as easily as eating a sandwich cookie.

  Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Pritt's face.

   He will teach these survivors a lesson.

  Tell them what a praying mantis catches a cicada, and the oriole is behind!

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   (We started to resume two shifts this Sunday, and I feel that my hollowed-out body has recovered a little. _(:3"∠)_)

   (end of this chapter)