Chapter 277 Are you moving all your family assets out?

   "Damn! What do you mean I came back alive, is it strange that I came back alive?"

   Is this what people say?

  Take off the gas mask hanging on his face, and the big debt-debt eyes that came out from behind Brother Edge, patted Ye Shi on the shoulder with a playful smile.

   "Hey, it's not easy, it's not easy. Several times I thought I must be gone, but I miraculously survived."

   Standing aside, the construction site boy and Brick nodded approvingly.

   "It's really not easy."

  Everyone else is playing the game, only their team is fighting for their lives.

   There were ten people when we went, but only half of them were left when we came back.

   On the other hand, the Mole Squad next to them had the same number of ten when they went there, but there were only two less when they came back. The battle damage rate was lower and higher, and it was hard not to make people complain.

  However, the complaints belong to the complaints, and everyone actually didn't take it too seriously.

   Games.

  Death is the norm.

  Not a **** player, there is no need to pursue one life to the end.

  Besides, the death penalty is not as heavy as it was in the beginning. It is a bit uncomfortable for the forum to be imprisoned for three days, but it has been this rule since the beta server has been in operation for so long, and everyone has long been used to it.

   The real loss is actually the experience of one battle, and the money and contribution points that should be rewarded for the task are not a lot.

   The fallen equipment teammates will also consciously help to recover, thanks to some ammunition and grenades.

   "By the way, why are you all wearing this?" The battlefield atmosphere team looked enviously at the gray coat on Brother Edge.

  Brother Edge didn't speak, but looked at the big eyes aside.

  The latter said with a smile.

"It was my suggestion. The previous set of equipment was too ugly, and it was not recognizable at all. It was more like a predator than a predator. It was always misunderstood by the friendly forces. So I had an idea, and I simply made a set with Mole and the others. The skin of the same style. The edge said no at first, but the back is really fragrant."

  Drawing water on the edge of the mouth, he said firmly: "Get out! I am not forced by you."

  The construction site boy and Brick interjected with a smile.

"Don't tell me, those predators were all psychologically shadowed by us. When they saw our clothes, they were instantly shocked. Later, we recommended them to the new recruits who came to reinforce them. Now all the good brothers in Honghe Town wear this equipment. Already!"

  Even during the roughest times, Vault 404 never stopped "supporting" its neighbors.

  According to the data mentioned by Brother Mole in the battle report, the current "garrison" of the refuge in Honghe Town has increased to 50 people.

   Except for the 10 long-term NPC guards, all of them are players, and they have been replenishing soldiers regularly to maintain this number.

   It is obvious that this "Death Corps" with a tough style of play has completely gained its reputation in the area around Honghe Town.

  The engineering shovels and the glaring bayonets under the guns not only became the eternal nightmare in the hearts of the predators, but also became the God of War in the eyes of mercenaries and slave owners!

  Especially the "gray coat", which is more deterrent than the dark blue coat worn by the ten captains of the legion!

  The local slave owners and the Chamber of Commerce wished that they would stay in Honghe Town all the time, and even offered the refuge a 50-acre site.

  Although nothing can be planted on the land over there, having a resident means taking root.

  Master Manager has deployed 40 training cabins there, and it seems that he intends to transform it into a military base stationed abroad.

  At present, as long as the soldier professional player has reached level LV8 and firearms proficiency has reached level 3, he can apply to experience new maps and new missions.

  However, the number of people is limited, and you need to queue up even if you register.

  Looking at the envious Zhandi, the mole mouse on the run in the canyon said happily.

   "How about it, I have a good design taste, right?"

  Battlefield atmosphere group: "Damn! Let this guy pretend!"

   Speaking of which, he also suggested that everyone have a unified set of "team uniforms" before, but that old Goubi from Quanhe is too picky.

  Lao Hei liked his post, but Lao Gou Bifei said something like "The skin that can't be attacked is crumbs" and "Anyway, you can't see anything if you wear an armored exoskeleton."

   It's not over, and he even complained about his secondary school.

  Grandma’s, what does it have to do with Secondary School?

   It's obviously picking!

  Different from the warlords, Ye Shi didn't care about what clothes a few people were wearing, but looked curiously at the trucks behind them.

  Don't ask.

  The items on it must have been dragged back from Honghe Town.

  According to a conservative estimate of three times the overload capacity, the various ores piled up on those trucks were at least fifty or sixty tons.

   In addition, there were nearly a hundred slaves who came back with them, and the nearby NPC merchants showed envious eyes when they saw it.

  One slave can be exchanged for five assault rifles.

   This is really a fortune!

  Ye Shi said enviously.

   "The battle in Honghe Town is over?"

   Canyon Mole on the Run shook his head.

   "Finished? It's still early!"

   "The slave owners over there are too weak in fighting power. They have recruited a lot of mercenaries, and their individual fighting power is not weak, but they are all mobs when they fight, and they don't cooperate at all."

"Relying on imported artillery shells and weapons, the coalition forces in Honghe Town fought smoothly at first, and won several local battles in a row. Intermittent, coupled with the low degree of organization, the occupied hills can't be defended at all. Often the positions we set up during the day are lost at night."

"Coupled with the fact that the Bonechewer tribe has a large population, reinforcements from the central part of the province continue to flow in, and many plunderers have heard rumors that they intend to establish a plunderer's country, and they voluntarily ran to join them from the neighboring provinces in the east. Anyway, with Lutou Mountain as the boundary, the two sides fought over and over for several hilltops, wasting their time in a position about ten kilometers deep."

  Support weapons such as mortars and anti-tank rifles are not patented by Vault 404. Some large and medium-sized survivor settlements with industrial production capabilities are also conditionally produced, but there are differences in cost and performance.

Red River Town does not only import ammunition from Shelter 404, not to mention the variety of weapons brought by the mercenaries, but for themselves, the medium mortars alone have three calibers of 80mm, 85mm, and 88mm. There are also two 105mm cast iron mortars.

  The logistics are not unified, the command is not coordinated, and it is difficult for the rich locals to be able to fight the looters for so long.

  Ye Shi asked strangely.

   "Then why are you back?"

   Canyon Mole on the Run rolled his eyes.

   "Come back to participate in the event, watching your discussion waves on the forum all day, I feel that we are not playing a game!"

  When he first opened the new map, he was very excited when he was lucky enough to get the "experience qualification". After all, not everyone has the opportunity to be the first person to eat crabs.

  Although Honghe Town is a little farther than Boulder City, as long as it can bring first-hand information to the players, there is no problem!

   But now, a month has passed, the new map is no longer that new, and the players are tired of reading his battle reports, even the cloud players have gone to discuss Inspur.

  The strategy with tens of thousands of words only had three-digit likes, which instantly made him feel like a "version abandoned child".

   I heard that this "Decisive Battle Plan" is the last event before the end of the A-round test, so he can't miss it this time!

  Irena also interjected.

   "We've stayed in the new map long enough, and it's time to change people in."

  Elf King Fugui said with a hippie smile.

   "Lao Na has a deep resentment towards the alien species there, and there is no arthropod that is not poisonous."

  Irena immediately protested.

   "Fuck off! Am I that kind of person?"

  Brother Mole ignored the two of them, but looked at Ye Shi and asked, "It's you, why didn't you go with old Bai Fangchang and the others today?"

  Ye Shi said with a smile.

"Isn't there a big job tomorrow morning? We will split up in the afternoon. Lao Bai and the others went to Goblin Technology to purchase new equipment. I planned to go too, but I heard that there is a Orange outfit, I ran over to pick it up... It’s a pity that I didn’t pick it up!”

  Orange equipment refers to the "Miner Type I" exoskeleton.

   This thing is an imported product from Ideal City. The battery uses "metal hydrogen" which is a rank higher than "solid hydrogen".

  Since the last time it was sold out, the official store of the shelter has not replenished the stock. Only the caravan from the east will occasionally bring it, and it is difficult to see it in the neighboring Boulder City.

Yesterday, a team of wild merchants came out of the trading station and happened to bring a set. They were bumped into by a small player of the strength system. They bought it decisively without saying anything. They went to the forum to pretend to be aggressive that night, resulting in a large group of players running around early in the morning today Come here for a walk.

   Although the exoskeleton sold by "Wild NPC" is a bit more expensive, but there are no contribution points and level restrictions, and there are no restrictions on secondary transactions, so it is still very delicious.

   In a word, what you buy is what you earn!

  But what interests Mole the most is not the exoskeleton, but the first half of Ye Shi's sentence.

   "Mosquito has new equipment?"

"That's right, Brother Mosquito was bragging in the group yesterday," Ye Shi said with a chuckle, "One thing to say, Mosquito is getting worse and worse. He used to be a recoilless gun, but now he's even messing with RPGs. Out!"

  The moment he heard this sentence, not only Mole and the marginal group, but even the battlefield atmosphere group standing next to him looked at him in surprise.

   "RPG?"

   "???"

   "Fuck?!"

   This is really getting worse!

  …

  In fact, it is not only Lao Bai and his party who are purchasing from Goblin Technology at the moment, but also the spring water that is the most stingy in the eyes of the Zhandi.

  Before the blockade on 65th Street, Quanshui deeply reflected on the reasons for the failure.

  Aside from the factor of plot kills, when the fourth wave of the wave came, the creepers went around to their flanks, but more of them were defeated by the lack of anti-armor capabilities.

Before the blocking battle started, although he had thought about designing some units with "exceeding armor" as bosses, so that players carrying "lances" and "heavy lances" should not only carry high explosives, but also carry two A clip pierces armor.

  However, he never thought that planning would be so stupid.

   Even 37mm armor-piercing projectiles cannot penetrate the armor of the "Corrupted Knight"!

  If it wasn’t for the high-armor tank units such as the “Corrupted Knights”, Squad B and C would still be able to hold on for a while.

  Since the power armor can be turned into "one of our own" by the slime mold, he has reason to believe that he will encounter even more outrageous things in the future.

   But what he didn't expect was that he was only here to buy a recoilless gun, but he didn't expect to make a street fighting artifact like RPG-7 to fight mosquitoes!

  The shooting range outside the industrial area.

  Looking at the 400mm steel plate pierced by armor-piercing projectiles in front of him, Commander Quanshui's eyes widened, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a nonsense sentence from his throat.

  “…Are you really selling furniture in real life?”

  The mosquito standing next to him heard it, and said with a smile.

   "Ancestral craftsmanship, purely handmade, what, the boss is planning to make a set? Private message me on the forum."

  Spring Water Commander: "...Forget it."

  I always feel that exposing the address to this guy is quite a dangerous thing.

   Don’t wait until the time comes. Click the mouse to place an order and send a pair of silver handcuffs.

  That's a big deal.

  Standing aside, Lao Bai put down the launch tube emitting white smoke, with the same expression of surprise and admiration on his face.

   "There's something about this power!"

   But the propellant... smells like Twinstone-2?

  Diethylene glycol is a bit different from RPG-7.

  The piezoelectric fuze is probably a modern modification, and its muzzle velocity is much faster than the previous earth-made "recoilless gun". The power of the matching armor-piercing projectile can be regarded as a translational inheritance. A needle-shaped trigger is buried in the front end of the tapered projectile. As long as it is poked, the vertical penetration can reach 400mm!

   This power is already quite impressive!

   But thinking of this, Lao Bai suddenly reacted.

  Where is this imitation of RPG? !

   It’s obviously imitating our own Type 69 Type 40 rocket launcher, okay?

   Didn't notice the weird look in Lao Bai's eyes, WC continued to talk happily.

   "In addition to 85mm armor-piercing ammunition, we also provide 85mm high-explosive grenade with area damage! The price is only 200 silver coins, buy five and get a launch tube! Very easy to use!"

  The price of 200 silver coins is much more expensive than Iron Fist.

   But it's not unaffordable for Lao Bai and the others.

   Before the start of each battle, the refuge will allocate a budget to each team for purchasing ammunition according to the combat power of each team.

   Ammunition within the budget does not need to be paid for by oneself. For some longer-lasting battles, supplies will be sent along with reinforcements from the rear, and this does not cost money.

  The use of ammo budget only affects the campaign score, which is also an old tradition that existed several versions ago.

   "...You guys are getting more and more punished."

  Hearing Lao Bai's meaningful compliment, WC laughed like a mosquito.

   "Just kidding, when has the weapon designed by Lao Tzu disappointed?"

   "Just ask one word, accept it or not!"

  As soon as they heard this sentence, everyone's eyes were slightly subtle.

   To say that his equipment is useless, it must be speaking against his conscience.

   But it is very useful, but sometimes it is not good for stretching the hips.

  Old Bai subtly moved his gaze away.

   "Take half of it."

  Guangfeng nodded.

   "+1, half service."

  Fang Chang: "I have to think about the other half, mainly because I'm afraid you will be proud."

  Spring Water Commander: "I couldn't agree more."

  WC really has mosquitoes swearing: "Hey! Ask you a word, so much bullshit!"

  Old Bai smiled and patted Mosquito on the shoulder.

"Good brother, the main reason is that your equipment has not been tested in actual combat, so I can't talk too much! Why don't you give me a 50% discount, and I will buy 10 armor-piercing and 10 grenades from you at a time. Help you make a name for yourself!"

  WC really has mosquitoes rolled their eyes.

   "50% off?! Why don't you let me give it to you for nothing!"

  Fang Chang's eyes lit up.

   "Is there such a good thing?"

  WC really has mosquitoes: "Get out! Up to 10% off, it can't be cheaper! If it is cheaper, I will lose money!"

  Hearing this sentence, there were at least four pairs of blank eyes in return.

   "I believe you ghost!"

   Even if you kill Fang Chang, you won’t believe it. This guy only earns 20 silver coins for firing a bazooka worth 200 silver coins.

   Conservative estimates also have a 50% profit!

Since Alpha1.0 version, the silver coins have indeed been inflated a lot, but because the trade routes of Honghe Town have been opened up, the prices of various metal and non-metal raw materials have not risen much. Instead, it didn't rise much.

  Finally, after some haggling, the two parties finally reached a consensus, and the price was 180 silver coins for each armor-piercing shell and 130 silver coins for each high-explosive grenade.

  The cattle and horse team purchased a total of 25 bazooka ammunition, and the spring team also bought 15 rounds, rounding up the inventory of mosquitoes, and the firepower output was directly full!

   After negotiating the price, the group returned to the factory of Goblin Technology. The newly produced ammunition was stored in the warehouse of the factory building.

  While walking into the factory, Quanshui, who was looking left and right, suddenly noticed a pile of wood chips piled up near the door, and asked curiously.

   "What's that thing?"

   Seeing someone noticed his masterpiece, Mosquito said with a smile.

"W-1 'Flying Mosquito' glider! It adopts a wooden body and a pioneering electric structure. The most primitive wood and the most advanced solid-state hydrogen technology are perfectly integrated. The proud work of me and my apprentices, the price is only 3000 silver coins How is it? Is it cheap? Don’t you think about getting one?”

   Not far away, 【Persuasion】, who was tinkering with the motor with a screwdriver, happened to hear this sentence, and couldn't help turning around and complaining.

   "Are you so embarrassed? The fuselage is designed by me, the engine is designed by Desperate, the blades are rubbed by soul chasing hands, and the bomber is made by Shashen. What the **** did you do?"

   If it weren't for the sake of money.

  He has already done it alone!

   Mosquito was unmoved, and smiled cheekily.

   "I've made up for your shortcomings by learning from each other's strengths. This is called resource integration."

   Persuading the fight: "@#￥%!"

  Fang Chang approached curiously, and glanced at the pile of wood.

   Looking carefully, there are really two wings and a flat structure that is probably the belly.

  However, the structure is made of wood, and the parts are so fragmented... Will it really not fall apart when flying into the sky?

   “…W-1 is okay, why not called WC-1?”

   Mosquito said with a shy smile.

   "Actually, I really planned to name it at the beginning, but my disciples have no artistic talent, and they say they want to **** when they sit on it, so I removed the C."

  Old Bai: "Pfft..."

  Guangfeng: "I can't look directly at this plane anymore."

  Commander Quanshui has a slightly subtle expression.

   "Am I the only one wondering if this thing can fly?"

  Wood body with solid hydrogen battery.

  He had never seen such a weird combination.

  Guang Feng touched the bridge of his nose.

   "Rational analysis shows that the energy density of hydrogen is close to three times that of gasoline. Although hydrogen tanks are definitely not good, solid hydrogen... theoretically should be possible, but this is under ideal conditions."

   "Game! Use your imagination, don't be so rigid!"

   Patted Gu Feng on the shoulder, Mosquito had a confident smile on his face, "Good brother, trust me! I promise you can fly! If you can't fly, you won't be charged!"

  Gust gave him a sideways look.

   "Don't egg me on, I won't open it."

  Old Bai stared at the motor for a while, then frowned.

   "But what about the runway? Even if you can fly... you must have a runway for takeoff, right?"

   Mosquito said with a slight smile.

   "This epoch-making aircraft naturally does not use a runway in the traditional sense."

  Quan Shui vaguely guessed something and swallowed.

   "Could it be..."

   "Tall buildings! There are thousand-meter-high buildings everywhere!"

  Mosquito strode to the side of the pile of wooden parts, and turned out a joystick that hadn't been installed in aluminum yet.

  The frenzy flickering in his eyes made everyone around him take a step back unconsciously.

   Didn't notice the expressions on everyone's faces at all, and the mosquito's voice became more and more excited.

   "According to my calculations, a height of 800 meters is enough for less than 1,000 meters!"

   "Turn off the engine and dive down, pull up the joystick and switch when you are 200 meters above the ground, and you will turn into a bolt of lightning!"

  Fang Chang's Adam's apple moved.

   "...what if it doesn't pull up?"

   Mosquito is still repeating that sentence.

   "You will turn into a bolt of lightning!"

  Old Bai: "?"

  Gust: "??"

  Fang Chang: "???"

  Spring Water Commander: "...???"

   Ask if you don’t understand.

   Is this the equipment that normal people would choose? !

  …

   At dusk.

  Silence shrouded the sky over Qingquan City, and the "corpse hunters" in chemical protective suits carried stretchers full of corpses and evacuated the battlefield one after another.

   And on the front line not far from them, a group of figures carrying rifles and eager to try were arriving from the rear one after another.

Among them are the battle-tested "Death Corps" wearing gray coats, and the "Mountain Corps" who were transferred from Yuanxi Town and wearing green coats. Doubt their combat effectiveness.

  No matter which set of equipment they use, they are undoubtedly the elite of the elite.

   During the days of fighting and constant resurrection, they have summed up a set of fighting methods that are most suitable for them, and passed on these valuable experiences—or strategies—to the newcomers they have mentored.

   Each of them is a banner!

   "Are you moving all your property out?" Vanus stood by the window of the building, overlooking the battlefield below in surprise.

   That awe-inspiring aura of guns and flags like a forest, even if the youth army of the legion stood in front of them, I'm afraid it's nothing more than that!

  Standing beside him, Chu Guang, who was wearing a power armor, only spoke calmly.

   "Where is this going?"

  During the day is their home field.

  According to his own plan.

  Players will rotate on the defense line until dawn, and launch a full-scale counterattack against the wave when the last round of offensive ebbs before dawn!

   Don't give those bugs a chance to breathe!

  Since yesterday, the industrial zone has temporarily suspended all export orders and concentrated all production capacity on the front line.

Boxes and bundles of ammunition were sent to the ammunition depot on the front line. In addition, two sets of 100KW firewood generator sets and 200 newly produced dormant cabins were deployed downstairs in the temporary command post for players to archive and Offline rest.

  Equipment tension.

  The rest time allocated to each player clone is only 4 hours, but this time is enough to relieve the fatigue state.

   The players who signed up for the event have already asked for leave in advance in reality.

   It doesn't matter if you can't participate, "Wasteland OL" is a MMORPG that focuses on leisure, and will never force players to participate in server activities.

   At most, it will provide rewards that are hard to refuse in the event.

  Looking at the fading sunset on the street, Chu Guang only felt the blood in his heart burning.

   This will be a battle with the largest number of participants, the largest scale, and the highest number of input equipment types and quantities since the opening of "Wasteland OL"!

  Two hummingbird drones have been deployed by him on the edge of the battlefield, and the camera has been locked on the battlefield filled with spore clouds.

"bring it on."

  Chu Guang lightly clenched his fist and exhaled the turbid air in his chest.

   "Let me see what you guys are capable of!"

  …

  The shadows of the high-rise buildings gradually disappeared into the riddled alleys.

  In the gray-green thick fog, there is a faint red smell of blood, as well as the creaking teeth that make the legs and feet weak.

   However, no one is weak-legged.

  Having experienced the baptism of days of war, even the 400 newbies who just entered the game in Alpha1.1 version, most of them have become qualified fighters.

   for them.

  Victory is the only creed.

   Death is nothing!

   There was a hint of excitement amidst the chirping noise, the players on the frontline skillfully opened the safety of their rifles, and leaned behind the bunker made of concrete and rubble.

   "All team members are in place! There are still five minutes left!"

  "...Repeat, the newcomers in the team pay attention, let the machine gunner fire first, and the rifle is stabilized by me, and I will fight when the wave approaches 50 meters!"

   "Remember! You are no longer rookies, stop picking the tyrant's teeth with the little ones in your hands! Trust your teammates and their lances! Use the ammunition where it should be used!"

   "Here we come—ready to fight!"

   There was a long and mournful howl in the thick fog.

  The running nibblers surged out of the darkness like a tide, rushing across the messy battlefield to the players' positions.

  At the same time, three flares rose into the sky, clearing the haze from the streets.

  The machine gun deployed in the building roared first, and the bullets whized through the gray-green thick fog, forming a dense rain of steel fire.

   Immediately afterwards, the water-cooled Maxim deployed at the forefront also spewed out tongues of flames, and frantically strafed the alien swarms that rushed like a tsunami.

   The players fired skillfully, and the teams cooperated tacitly to eliminate the alien species in their respective defense areas.

   The charge in the first round was nothing but cannon fodder.

  They have long been familiar with the routines of the aliens.

  Use swarms of gnawers to consume their bullets first, and then send out high blood volume units and high mobility units to try to break through the defense line.

   Above the temporary command post, on the roof of the building.

   Mosquito is taking his four apprentices, against the strong wind whistling on the roof, assembling the W-1 "Flying Mosquito" glider.

  Because it is an experimental type, after an hour of debate, he finally persuaded his four disciples to add an X after the W.

  There are two 100-kg aerial bombs installed on the plane, which are as powerful as the standard 250-pound aerial bombs, and the weight is actually not much different.

   In addition, there are two 7mm small-caliber machine guns installed in the cabin.

  Although at the beginning, it was suggested to use the 20mm cannon directly to persuade the fight, but after some careful consideration, Mosquito rejected this proposal.

  20mm cannon and ammunition are too heavy!

  With that load, it’s better to bring two more aerial bombs!

   What's more, this thing is a product of "friends".

   This is the time for Goblin Technology to show its strengths. How can you let your friends show off the show?

   "Hurry up!" Mosquito, holding a binoculars, was urging his disciples loudly while overlooking the invisible battlefield.

   Persuading the fight, he couldn't help but raised his head and complained.

   "Damn! You are here to help!"

  The mosquito glared at him.

   "I'm a pilot! I said I'm in charge of flying, what do you want me to do for you? How about we switch?!"

   Persuading the fight, he shivered, cursed and stopped talking.

   It's not that I'm afraid of heights.

   Mainly because I have no idea.

  Although he participated in the design of this thing, the difference between fixed-wing and quad-rotor is really too big, and he is not sure whether this thing can fly.

  What if?

  What if the propeller breaks or the wing falls apart?

   That's not offering sacrifices to heaven on the spot!

   Mosquito doesn't care about losing face, he still can't let go of his reserve.

   "Why do I feel something is wrong?" Mosquito standing by the side of the building suddenly said.

   "What? What's wrong?" Deao Ming raised his head with his eyes squinted against the howling wind.

   Holding the telescope steadily, Mosquito frowned and muttered.

   "The gunfire lasted too long!"

  Is the first wave of offensive not over yet?

   Logically speaking, it should have ended long ago!

  He always has a bad feeling.

   With the nature of the dog's planning, it is inevitable that he will not play cards according to the routine.

  He can be regarded as a **** veteran player who has been mixed into the server in the early version, and he has long experienced Ah Guang's capricious "narrative style".

   Just when he faintly felt that something was wrong, a conspicuous scarlet suddenly lit up in the gray-green thick fog.

  The mortar position that was still on standby for the next round of offensive suddenly opened fire, and dozens of shells whizzed up into the sky, bursting into flames around the scarlet light.

  The gunshots below the building became more and more intense, and there was a faint roar of pain in the dense fog...

  Looking at the spore cloud scattered by the explosion shock wave, the monster gradually emerging from the thick fog, and the mosquito holding the binoculars tightly, he couldn't help blurting out a beautiful dialect from his hometown.

   "Damn it!?"

   "What the **** is that?!"

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   (Tomorrow is New Year's Day, brother Moe, see you next year!)

  (end of this chapter)