Although many players were buried in the sand, the remaining players were rescued after the sandstorm left, and a total of 3,100 players were rescued by the early hours of the morning.

Jiang Han couldn't help but nod after hearing this number, it seems that players have learned to help each other when danger comes.

The number of three thousand and one had exceeded his expectations, and it was rare to be able to rescue so many companions in a sandstorm with a nine-level gust.

It's just that so many players were rescued, so why did they die later?

Without waiting for Jiang Han to ask, Tianwang continued: "There are only five buses driven by Liang Bai, and even if they are fully loaded, they can't transport such a large number of warriors. So they began to evacuate to the city in batches. ”

"By the time the first warriors were sent to Newback, the sandstorms raging in the city had not yet ended. By the time the five buses were back in the desert, a large number of new warriors were frozen at the edge of the desert. And the situation of the warriors who fled back was not optimistic, because a large number of warriors went to welcome the new soldiers, causing the camp to be empty of defenses, and zombies were killed from the building at night, spreading throughout the streets. Only a few strong warriors returned to camp with their bravery, and most of the new warriors who followed them died regrettably. ”

After Tianwang finished speaking, Jiang Han probably understood what happened to the players last night.

First, the sandstorm directly buried almost everyone, and half of the players escaped from the sandstorm.

Five buses brought back nearly 500 people, but they encountered a zombie siege, only a few old players escaped, and the vast majority of new players were unarmed, no cotton clothes, stiff mobility, and frightened by the successive experiences at night, it was impossible to survive the zombie tide.

The main new players who are waiting for rescue in the Gobi trek enjoy the most cruel side of the game, being frozen to death.

In short, the first day a new player enters the game is faced with an unprecedented sandstorm, cold nights, and a zombie influx.

It's enough to stand one of these three singles, but I didn't expect the official server players to taste them all at once.

"I don't know if there will be persuasion."

Jiang Han glanced at the forum, all of them were looking for corpse salvages to drag the corpse back to life.

The old player is okay to say, after all, it is an old fritter who has played for two months, and knows that the pig's tail is hidden in the camp with a wooden box, and the corpse collector takes the pig's tail from the camp and throws it directly into the healing/resurrection machine, and it takes less than a minute to resurrect it from it.

But those new players who have just entered the game are not treated so well, and now they can only wait for the corpse collector to salvage their corpses, and then bring them back to life. After all, it is impossible to delete and rebuild, everyone still has a welcome task, and there are dozens of copper coins and a few points of prestige that can be exchanged, if the deletion and reconstruction are all gone.

Money can be earned again, but prestige is gone.

One night later, with one player alive left, Tazhai was struck by the largest natural disaster in history.

The entire forum is filled with thousands of corpse digging posts, and this state will continue for a long time according to the current number of survivors.

The expression on Jiang Han's face gradually recovered, maybe this wasn't a bad thing?

At this moment, tens of thousands of pigs are wailing on the forum, and there are many players crying with blood and tears.

Netizens who were originally envious, jealous and hated that they didn't get the number immediately laughed when they saw this scene.

"The official version of 1.0 gave a big gift as soon as it came up."

"I bet the dog planner must have quietly peeked into the forum and found that after you memorized the strategy, he simply arranged a big gift for you."

"This gift is too big, I have escaped the sandstorm, I have escaped the cold, but I have not escaped the zombie tide. I used to be a keyboard warrior and thought it was so difficult, but after I really faced it last night, I just wanted to say, it's terrifying! Thanks to my minimal pain, I would have just given up. ”

"Don't talk about it, I came back from overtime last night and landed in the game in the middle of the night, only to find that the meteorite couldn't be opened. I just want to say which of you can save me......"

"you guys, I finally found a reason to log in to the game last night, but I found that I had been trapped in a meteorite, and no one paid attention to how I shouted, so I waited for someone to meet me, but I waited all night and there was no news. As a result, I came out of the virtual warehouse at work in the morning and saw the WeChat sent to me by the object - I know how to play games every day, and I don't know if I sleep with others, so you can continue to play! /Cry. ”

"I've guessed what's next, Chest Brother Day Mourning. /Cuckold smoking emoji"

"It's too miserable, brother."

"Brother, wait for you to go online, I will buy you a cotton coat for free."

"I'll donate a bronze sword."

"I'll take you on a mission, okay!"

The post has changed from the initial complaint to a large-scale comfort scene.

The number of surviving pig-headed people is very small, and many professional corpse diggers also went to welcome the new students yesterday and became one of the fished people.

The rest of the players all spontaneously joined the search for the players, and some of them stayed in the camp and started setting up the cables and fires to prevent another wave of zombies at night.

Players originally thought that the biggest problem after coming to the city ruins was accommodation, but they didn't expect to find that the biggest problem after coming was the zombie tide.

The problem that could be solved by new and old players in one night was destroyed by a sandstorm.

In the face of the catastrophe, players did not make a windfall because of their own selfish desires.

Liang Baikai donated five of his own buses for free, constantly going back and forth between the New Waist and the desert to transport the player's corpse.

He Xiaopang, an outstanding private entrepreneur in Tazhai Xing, worked overtime to make hundreds of padded jackets, and personally pedaled a tricycle to deliver them to the New Yorker.

Because the textile factory was at the foot of the mountain, it was not directly moved to the city by Jiang Han.

He Xiaopang went online immediately after learning about this, and worked tirelessly to make a batch of ready-to-wear clothes, pedal a tricycle to the city, and distribute them to new players for free.

A set of cotton clothes costs 50 copper coins, He Xiaopang is a man who is supporting his old roots, and he is worthy of being an excellent private entrepreneur on his head.

Unite to overcome the difficulties.

Five buses carry a total of 5,000 player corpses. All skyscrapers have lights or stoves at the doors, and new players volunteer to stay up late at the door to keep the camp safe.

It only took one day for the players to bounce back from the disaster and restore order, with less than a thousand people still buried deep in the desert, waiting to be excavated by other players.

Skynet has seen the changes throughout the day through signal receivers and aerospace satellites, and has completely fallen into amazement.

"The owner was so prescient. A sandstorm, a night of cold and a zombie tide will make new and old players closely combined, if there are not so many disasters superimposed, I am afraid there will be a gap between them, and it will take a lot of time to run in to such a tacit understanding. ”

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