Chapter 180 The praying mantis catches the cicada, the oriole follows

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

   Not only Liu Jiuyue, who was the envoy, was entertained, but also the eight serfs and two guards who pulled the cart together were also honored with him.

  Leaving aside the guards, they are servants with the same status as him after all, but Liu Jiuyue never thought of letting the serfs eat at the table.

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

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

  Different from the cold and hard green wheat cake, this bread is made of unknown ingredients, let alone how it is made, but it is soft and fluffy. Just holding it in his hand, Liu Jiuyue couldn't help but feel a flicker, and hurriedly put it in his mouth and took a bite.

  It smells so good! !

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

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

   Before he had time to savor it carefully, he devoured it hungrily, as if he had been reincarnated from starvation, completely forgetting what the boss told him before he left.

  Wolf meat is usually sour, but they are so badly stewed with soybeans that it tastes a bit fragrant. As for the way the corn is made, it's even worse. Did they fry it in oil?

  This is too extravagant!

  White bread is enough. When Liu Jiuyue ate the fourth one, he felt that there was no room for it.

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

"What's this?"

  Guo Niu is a real person and answered truthfully.

   "Steamed buns, salt and pepper corn, braised pork and soybeans."

   Liu Jiuyue looked bewildered.

   There are three words that have never been heard before, but three appear at the same time. Unable to hide the envious eyes any longer, 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 canteen in the outpost, and the residents of the shelter are cooking.

  Although the market at noon was not as lively as it was at night, many people set up big pots there and cooked some weird foods.

  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 buy.

  The residents of the shelter who were doing business at the north gate were very enthusiastic, and they scrambled to drag him to their booth, and even offered discounts for bulk purchases.

  Although Guo Niu doesn’t understand why there are discounts for bulk purchases, it’s a good thing to save money for the managers. The last meal only cost 70% of the total budget, which can be said to be very economical.

   "Bazaar?"

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

   That does sound weird.

  Ordinary small survivor strongholds do not have such things as markets.

   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 belong to their own flesh, let alone something worth exploiting.

   I heard that there was a grocery store before Beit Street, which was run by the old mayor and allowed the trash guys there to exchange some daily necessities. This can be regarded as a great act of charity in the vicinity, but the family has been driven away by these barbarians with guns, and it is not known whether there is such a thing as a "store" there.

  Liu Jiuyue has never been there, but people say that a group of beggars who pick up trash live there. They occasionally go to pick up things near the farm, but they are usually driven away, unless they have chips on them. The farmer does not want to conflict with the neighbors, and usually allows them to exchange some green wheat to go back.

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

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

   Liu Jiuyue glanced at him enviously.

   It was strange.

  He actually saw loyalty in the face of a serf!

  However, what is even more surprising is that I actually have to please him...

  After coming out of the dining room, Liu Jiuyue greeted the serfs who brought her, and led the two-headed ox 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 the iron-pipe rifles carried by him and the guards. They untied the ropes on the two-headed ox in a numb manner, and started 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.

   "The food just now was too delicious."

   "Yeah, even in a fat year, we never had such a good time..."

   "This is heaven!"

   "Speaking of which, that person is... crispy rice?"

"seems like it."

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

   "You said if we go to him..."

"Hush! Don't let the man with the gun hear you. Don't blame me for not reminding you. Last time, the kid who boasted that he was going to travel with the caravan was hung by the door for three days and three nights. Let him down. Half of my body was gnawed off!"

  The serfs were silent, afraid to speak any more.

  Watching the tribute caravan disappear at the end of the forest, Chu Guang, who was standing by the window on the third floor of the nursing home, suddenly spoke enviously.

   "It would be nice if I got a few more cows."

   Xia Yan, who came here to grab a meal, joked.

   "Is this considered eating in a bowl and thinking in a pot?"

   She learned this sentence from Chu Guang, and it is said that it is 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 to use it at this time.

   "Of course not," Chu Guang looked back at her, dissatisfied, "I taught you this sentence, but I didn't ask you to say it to me."

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

  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 amazing!

  Silver coins are awesome!

  She has already begun to calculate how to spend tomorrow's salary.

  …

  The time has just reached noon.

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

  A group of happy little players, skillfully repeating yesterday's work - pulling monsters, focusing fire, counting the results of the battle, busy in full swing, exhilarating.

  No fun except for two people.

  One is a mole and the other is a mosquito.

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

  If this task cannot be passed today, whether it is in terms of time or cost, it is difficult to say whether the reward of 1200 silver coins is worth it.

"Maybe we should learn from Brother Fang and the others," Mosquito said with a sad face, looking at the mole standing beside him, "I chatted with Lao Bai yesterday, and they didn't use that much when they were venting the ruins of the greenhouse." People went to pile up, although some ammunition was spent, but the calculated cost is not much higher than ours.”

   Mole shook his head and said.

"Brother Mosquito, this statement is wrong. You think they are sharing their game experience with you, but you don't know that they are only in Versailles. Elite tactics? You don't even look at the configuration of their teams. A set of exoskeletons of the same style as the managers, A mechanical compound bow that is the strongest in the whole server, a mechanical hand that maximizes the output of the intelligence system, and... the highest perception in the whole server."

"This kind of hexagonal team, what tactics are you discussing with them? Their output alone is three, and it is **** money to ensure that they don't die. If we learn from their style of play, this task can last until next month. Listen to me, if you don't have enough equipment, you have to use the sea of ​​people to make it up, there is no shortcut!"

  I understand the truth.

   But I'm still so envious!

  With an expression of envy and hatred on his face, the mosquito couldn't help but yelled.

   "Damn! This group of hateful European emperors!"

  Mole also nodded and said in agreement.

   "Really? Now you understand the importance of balance?"

  The output of that manipulator is unreasonable. The thrown objects in his hand are almost turned into shells. Has the planner really considered the feelings of players in the power department? There is also that mechanical compound bow, which is more powerful than a gun. It can penetrate armor and throw explosives. Ammunition is cheap. Is it reasonable not to cut a knife!

  Of course, if he can be rewarded with a set of equipment of the same level or even better after completing the task of Vault 117, then he will say nothing.

  I don't care, anyway, if Ou Huang doesn't get my turn, it's a shady scene!

   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 at all, he still excitedly made up a line.

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

   "Ni Zukai, you are a newcomer, why don't you join in the fun, do you understand your own sequence?" Envious of the mosquito above, he didn't want to talk nonsense, so he stuffed a handful of coins into his hand, "Take it! No need to look for it!"

   Zhang Hai counted, one copper coin is not bad, he said with a smile.

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

  Hearing the phrase "get rich", the stimulated mosquito's eyelids twitched again.

   Get rich?

   If he continues to play like this, let alone get rich, he will almost go bankrupt!

  Seeing the pain of the mosquito, the Mole, who felt the same way, 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 that of the greenhouse ruins, and I will definitely earn it back!"

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

   "I hope."

  Actually, Brother Mole’s words were not entirely comforting him. Victory was indeed within sight.

There were sixty-seven gnawers killed in this round, which is much less than yesterday, and the agile newbie named Zhang Hai spent more than twice as long pulling monsters below as compared to yesterday. Obviously, the density of alien species is not as high as it was a few days ago.

  Mole reckoned in his heart that if the situation is optimistic, it should take two more rounds at most to finish this 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 boiled a pot of boiling water with the charcoal they brought and the branches they picked up.

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

  Although this kind of dry food is not nutritious and tastes average, it is more convenient. Whether it is thrown into the pot and boiled into a paste, or directly hugged and gnawed, it can fill the stomach.

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

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

  They were not many in number, only eight of them. Although the equipment was not the most elite, it was more than a little bit stronger than the stragglers roaming the wasteland. Not only were they equipped with automatic weapons, two of them carried thigh-thick bazookas on their backs, which were quite powerful.

   It can be seen that their boss spent a lot of money and learned the lesson of the last failure. Not only did they hire a stronger mercenary group, but they also bought air tickets to and from the northern suburbs for this group.

   Their mission is simple.

   Arrive at Huayuan Street Subway Station, clear out the alien species below the subway station, then enter Shelter No. 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 there was still a group of people who were also targeting Vault 117.

Those people seem to be from the newly rising survivor forces in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City. According to the train-talking host of Boulder City Radio, these people not only killed the Bloody Hand clan, but also killed the mutants on Street 76. He even hooked up with companies passing through the northern suburbs.

  Although the equipment of those people is very weak and their own side has obvious advantages, no one dares to take it lightly.

  Especially yesterday, news came from the scouts who went to the high-rise building to establish a sniper point, saying that they had discovered a target suspected of being an awakened one.

  Awakened!

  As the captain of the twelve, Prieter felt that things might not be as simple as imagined.

  Did not do anything immediately, they occupied a half-collapsed building along the street, placed a radio station, established a temporary command post here, and got in touch with the scouts who arrived at the front line first.

   "Carl, is the awakened person from yesterday still there?"

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

   "It's gone...I suspect he hasn't fully awakened, but there are signs of awakening."

   Preet said in a deep voice.

   "What is the ability."

   Karl replied.

   "It may be related to the intuitive department or the spiritual department."

  Intuitive or spiritual.

  Prit frowned tightly.

  The so-called awakening refers to the "alienation" of part of the body's traits, showing some characteristics different from ordinary people.

  There are many possible causes of awakening. The more common ones are the use of genetic improvement agents, or the activation of the survival instinct at the critical moment of life and death, resulting in the dominant expression of the unactivated fragments of the gene fragments.

  Compared to 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 ones are indeed difficult to deal with, especially the spiritual and intuitional ones. Many abilities are so strong that they are unreasonable and hard to guard against.

   It's like the energy weapon branch of light weapons!

   "The group of people is preparing for the second wave of offensive. I feel that they have almost cleaned up the alien species under the subway station... Boss, when are we going to do it?"

   Preet said calmly.

   "Don't panic, wait until they draw the heterogeneous species out from below."

   It may be a genius idea to lure the aliens out from under the subway station to set fire, but these people obviously didn't realize how big the movement they made and the loopholes behind their buttocks.

  Pritt's thinking is very clear.

   They don't need to confront those survivors head-on. They just need to wait quietly for the alien species to come out, and take advantage of the survivors waving cold weapons to rush up and kill them out.

   So what if there are awakened ones?

  Eating these mixed survivors and aliens in one bite is as easy as eating a sandwich biscuit.

  Thinking of this, Preet showed a faint smile on his face.

   He will teach these survivors a lesson.

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

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   (Two shifts will resume this Sunday, and I feel that my hollowed out body has recovered a bit. _(:3」∠)_）

  (end of this chapter)