February 20th, Year Two of the Wasteland Calendar, is an anniversary that occupies more than ten pages in the history of the Wasteland.

Some people call it the ‘Day of Destruction’ because it was from here that the original civilization of mankind began to collapse.

All the remaining laws and rules of the 'previous' era have become a thing of the past, and chaos has become the mainstream of the wasteland.

Human beings began to kill each other, distrust each other, and even launch large-scale wars with each other.

Sacrifice and casualties have become the mainstream in the era of survival.

But at the same time, some people call it the "first birthday" because as the ruins of the old rules continue to collapse, new rules emerge.

It gives survivors hope to live and helps more and more people find the talents buried deep in their body's genes.

If we say that the first five thousand years of human evolution were an adventure chapter called "taking risks".

So from this moment of birth.

A brave chapter called 'Despite one's own safety' has officially begun!

The sea of ​​giant tree roots.

Before the disaster ended in the early morning, the station became deserted in advance.

Except for a few daring drunkards hanging out on the pier, the only remaining workers who were still cleaning up the transferred garbage dared to stay outside.

The reason is quite simple.

Because no matter who becomes the owner of this inn, the most basic structure will always be needed.

besides.

Other insignificant survivors have long since retreated to their hiding places, waiting for the chaos that is about to begin to end.

Maybe three days, maybe five days, a week, or even longer.

No one knows how long this chaos will last.

But as a component not worth mentioning under the torrent, most survivors can only 'wait'.

"Captain, it seems that the people from the Fan Gang are going to attack the security team. Should we bring someone to help?"

pier.

On board the huge Tundra, Zhang Long reported to Lu Yongyi respectfully.

As long as metal has no 'meaning', it will not be affected by this sighing disaster.

Therefore, you only need to disassemble the gun into different parts and save them before the disaster strikes, and then you can reassemble them for use after the disaster.

Of course, let alone ordinary people, even these gangs definitely have few guns in their hands.

After all, even if everyone knows the construction principles and how to build a gun, you can’t just make it out of thin air, right?

Without the power of modern industry, a seamless pipe alone would stump most people.

In addition, although the gun can be disassembled and stored without being affected, the bullets are different.

Even if the cartridge case is opened and the gunpowder inside is poured out, the single cartridge case will still be affected by the disaster.

So the next period of time.

In an area with barren industry and almost no giant tree roots, firefights may break out from time to time, but the probability of large-scale battles should be very low.

And this was one of the reasons why the survivors did not leave immediately and were still hiding in the room.

"Help?" Lu Yongyi picked up the telescope and looked at the crowded place.

After a while, he put the telescope aside and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

"Take some people, bring them all. Remember, don't get really angry."

"clear."

Watching Zhang Long's figure go away, Lu Yongyi sat down expressionlessly, his mind still thinking rapidly.

If only a few hundred people from the Fan Gang are dispatched tonight, it may be just a small test to see what the strength of the security team will be after the disaster is over.

But seeing that at least two to three thousand people have gathered now, this is no longer a simple test.

Obviously they wanted to take this opportunity to test the true strength of the tundra fleet.

The order is really getting more and more chaotic.

There are so many people who want to dominate the mountain and become kings.

I remember when I first traveled to the wasteland, everyone was working hard and just wanted to survive.

But only a year has passed, and the huge threat of the alien race has clearly not disappeared, but human beings have already started to have civil strife.

Thinking of this, Lu Yongyi couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and his eyes wandered in the direction of the New World.

Migration is a heavy topic.

It is still controllable at sea. You only need to command every ship in the fleet, not specific people.

But once on land, the difficulty will undoubtedly increase tenfold.

Putting aside how to mobilize personnel, material transportation is an issue that cannot be ignored.

But think about it.

If it were really so easy to log into this new continent, humans wouldn't all be gathered in this inn.

I don’t know when I can find out the news about Sumo.

Lu Yongyi thought secretly in his heart.

At this moment, the members of the Fan Gang in the distance finally gathered and started walking towards the slum where the security team was located.

Snap, snap.

Wow.

The sound of scattered footsteps came and went one after another, and it seemed to be playing a symphony along with the surging sea water.

Many fearful survivors have hid under the bed or in the cupboard, chatting and browsing the world in fear, while secretly praying that they can survive until dawn.

No one expected that as soon as the clock turned, unprecedented chaos would break out in dozens of sea areas.

Among them, there are several large sea areas with a population of about three million. The major forces within have already fought together, and they all want to gain an advantage as soon as possible.

Although ordinary survivors have not been affected yet, if they really get angry, who can predict whether they will suddenly go crazy and target ordinary people?

And those who were a little bolder quietly clung to the doors and windows, opening a small crack to peek out.

The neatly dressed members of the Fan Gang had already formed a team, holding either prods or various newly assembled iron tools in their hands.

Mostly axes, mixed with some long knives and crossbows.

Under the swaying ship's lantern, the ax head emitted bursts of cold light, which made people shudder.

Even if they find someone hiding and peeking, these people will not shy away from suspicion. Instead, they will approach them with an evil and terrifying smile.

"Boy, are you considering joining the Fan Gang?"

"ah!"

Screams came one after another, causing waves of sinister laughter that made people feel chilled all over.

Since the annexation of the Chuyang Gang, the number of Fan Gang has surged to around 25,000, which is more than double the number of the previous third force, the 'Luo Gang'.

If it hadn't been for the arrival of a dragon crossing the river like the Tundra Fleet, no one would have dared to speak out even if Valentine announced that he had become the manager of the station.

Of course, even though there was a numerical disadvantage, Valentine did not give up his ambition.

The temptation to take advantage of the end of the disaster is the first step to launch an attack.

"Damn it, these people are too arrogant!"

At the security team station, a total of 508 members have been assembled and are standing guard in the station's defense facilities.

Looking at more and more Fan Gang members arriving in the distance, they sat down and rested as if nothing happened.

Many newcomers have already fought with each other, and they feel that the weapons in their hands are a little unsteady.

But there is no way, not everyone has the ability to fight one against three, or one against four.

Even the two captains, Bao Lei and Li Feng, thought it would be difficult for them to do it.

After all, they had already retreated from the territory before they came out.

Although this avoids the physical limitations of leaving the territory for too long, it also loses the bonus of the route, resulting in a sharp decrease in combat effectiveness.

By this time, nearly 3,000 people from the Fan Gang had arrived, counting one against six.

No matter how much they cursed or hated in their hearts, no one dared to actually step out of the bunker and engage the opponent in hand-to-hand combat.

"Calm down, everyone, our goal is just to hold the bunker."

"We are afraid of death. They are not robots, so of course they are afraid of death!"

Seeing that more and more people were panicking behind the bunker, Li Feng had no choice but to stand up and comfort them.

He had already anticipated this situation when he first chose to build a residence.
To be continued...