hit!

Finally, it is possible to have a deterrent weapon that makes the madman afraid. Lu Kuan excitedly looked forward to the future and left with full of longing.

The energetic stone can induce explosions!

How fresh!

No weapon of the same specification is even lower than the construction cost of the Neng Stone, or the latter has zero cost at all.

As long as the energy stones under the ground are not mined, it is equivalent to the territory having nearly infinite super weapons.

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

Calculated based on current reserves.

Good guy, I don't dare to think about it at all.

Especially when I think I have two cards in my hand that can restore resource reserves, and the system can also use survival points to increase reserves.

Sumo is looking forward to the research on Nengshi to the next stage as soon as possible.

At that time, the territory's foreign offensive methods would not be as barren as they are now. If you can even consider whether you can beat some radiation beasts.

On the other hand, the village chief Chen Shen also rushed over after hearing the news, with a clear expression on his face.

"Just just now, the information came from the bunker. Their guards suffered heavy casualties, and only a few people were left to stand and talk."

"The advance team met the master there, and she asked our Western Suburb Alliance to settle in."

"And, there was an 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 get such a super order.

But in fact, he was not happy at all.

The straight-line distance between the Pumpkin Bunker is 250 kilometers from the territory, and it will take at least about 300 to detour.

Now the one-way time is about four hours and fifty minutes, close to five hours.

Even if you are familiar with the route in the future, the time cannot be reduced in half. It is the limit after three hours at the end of the sky.

So what if the arms can be sold there, the territory now needs more than just the materials in the accounts.

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

Su Mo stretched out his hand and 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 boy from the end of the world has looked for 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 have issued a decree to limit the difficulty of obtaining gun licenses, resulting in a sharp reduction in the efficiency of weapons factories."

"Now he's happy, this order for the pumpkin bunker is enough for the weapon factory to work until next month, or even next month."

Is he happy?

He is happy, I am unhappy!

Chen Shen was slightly stunned, and the look of a madman licking his face and pulling orders flashed through his mind. He couldn't help but smile a bitter smile on his face.

It is not all a good thing to have a gun in the village.

After the expansion of the current guard team, the number is enough to meet daily patrol needs.

In addition, with the assistance of the Tianyuan Army from the side, ordinary residents do not need to go to the front line to fight with guns in the short term.

And the most critical point.

The metal aging disaster is coming.

This is why he repeatedly refused orders from weapons factory. That thing is not available now and it will be broken if stored.

The guns that residents finally bought for a lot of money may have ended in a month or two and turned into a pile of scrap iron.

The economic bubbles generated by this are extremely unfavorable to the development of territory and villages.

"I know, but if the owners there find out we're selling a lot of junk that won't be long before we'll break."

"Also, the distance between us is too far. Once the trading route is found by the goblins or the shelter in the southern suburbs, unnecessary accidents are likely to occur."

The indigenous people don’t know the information about the disaster.

Now they cannot reveal that the metal aging disaster is coming.

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

The six thousand people there are the best labor force because of their slave status.

In the future, everyone in the bunker will be subdued.

After listening to Chen Shen's concerns, Su Mo fell into deep thought.

The weapons sold in the past will soon turn into rags, which he had never expected before.

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

The main ones that were severely affected were the indigenous people.

According to the news shared in the alliance, the urban underground pipeline has recently collapsed large areas due to the use of metal.

Because of the sparse population, the western suburbs can still be maintained.

But in the more densely populated southern suburbs and northern suburbs, the responsible personnel are already busy.

Touching his chin, Somo thought.

"Maybe they don't need a weapon."

"I have to think about this matter."

Even if everyone has a pistol, if there is no guard, it is impossible to expect the slaves to go out to fight?

The owner of the bunker is not as naive as an ordinary person who is engaged in production. He can get a buff by holding a gun and instantly becomes a combatant.

The reason why they need a lot of weapons is ultimately a manifestation of lack of security.

If the "sense of security" can be satisfied, the traded goods may not necessarily be a real gun.

Maybe it's okay to change something else?

On January 8, the second year of Wasteland Calendar, the third day when the Thousand Illusion Mist disappeared.

The collapsed concrete wall of the Pumpkin Bunker was restored by the residents in just one night.

Although you can still see the traces of the patches in the gap, the closed wall stack finally gave the residents inside a long-lost sense of security.

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

They were new recruits to join the Guard early this morning.

Due to the heavy casualties of the guards yesterday, only one or two familiar faces were seen in several recruits.

The automatic rifles inherited from their exes were clumsyly held in their hands, suppressing their fear in their hearts.

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

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

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

Being a guard may be a fat man, with a status that is above ordinary slaves.

But now

Last night, the guards selected a total of nine rounds of lottery draws, gradually decreasing.

The person who failed to draw was very excited and excited, as if the red sign he got was determined to determine life and death.

The person who was beaten was covered in dust, and some even wrote their last words when they went home.

No matter how the guard captain Nath comforted them, telling them that reinforcements from the Western Suburbs Alliance were coming, they just needed to make a move.

But it is still unrealistic to expect a group of slaves who usually only know how to hold farm tools to cooperate with the battle.

Walking in front of the team, Sangti, the only veteran of the patrol, blew a breath and shouted at the recruits.

"Relax, you won't die."

It sounds like comforting, and it also seems like guaranteeing.

But it can be seen from Santi's low tone that he obviously had no confidence.

The team advanced all the way and finally came to the guard office to join.

This is a very oriental architectural cluster, similar to an ancient schoolyard, surrounded by walls and an open training ground inside.

Five green tiled houses lined up next to the training ground, with some training tools placed in the center of the field.

There were 80 new recruits selected. After all gathered, the scene was much more spectacular than yesterday.

The guard captain Nat looked and looked again and again, until the male Gun brother and his group came out of the room, they retracted their gaze from the recruits.

"Great Messenger, this is the guard we have temporarily summoned, and will be responsible for the next security of the bunker."

"If the alliance wants to garrison troops, each of them can become the garrison service staff."
To be continued...