The next afternoon.

The sun shone on the factory facilities that had only just survived the war, magnifying the wounds on the road, the blood on the walls, the shrapnel in the corners, and the corpses charred by the fire.

When General Wang and the Third Artillery pushed open the gate, one modified pickup truck after another drove from the other side of the horizon, and the dust formed a sand curtain in the field of vision.

Tokuko swallowed as she looked at the erased façade in front of her.

He also saw a destroyed main battle tank parked under the wall, judging from the appearance of the Type 85-II main battle tank, the front of the car very exaggeratedly appeared a large hole, up to the cockpit, you must know that it was the strongest part of the vehicle, actually pierced from the front.

"Loser, loser......" Zeng Hua muttered vigorously in the back.

Tokuko seemed to hear the sound of his heart dripping blood.

The main battle tank is a symbol of status and status, and there are two concepts for armed groups, even if it is just the outdated 85-II, not 99A, not 032D, not Crimson Flame, not Red Comet.

"Stop, stop."

Hearing the exclamation of the head of the plane, Dezi smothered his feet, only to find that he almost hit the butt of the car in front. It is estimated that the driver of the modified pickup truck in front of him is like them, and his attention is focused on the wreckage of the Type 85-II main battle tank and the badly damaged wall, ignoring the drive.

At this moment, there was suddenly a person on the wall, with a harpoon on his left shoulder, and an empty sleeve on his right side, as if he was disabled.

Zeng Hua's gaze was stunned when he retracted from the overheated motorcycles.

"High open? I remember that he was Luo Zuoming's subordinate, why did he appear here? ”

No one in the car was able to answer his questions.

When the modified pickup truck passed by the gate, Sancang saw Zeng Hua and came over and knocked on the door.

He lowered the window and looked at his best friend in the Reaper armor.

"Is it handsome? Tang Yan gave. ”

General Wang also came over at this time, holding the Bosen FN50 sniper rifle in his hand: "Is it handsome?" Tang Yan's ......"

Zeng Hua's face was gloomy, and he really wanted to screw off the heads of these two bastards and kick them as balls.

Didn't he just follow Zang Feng's instructions to guard the base camp in the rolling mill very obediently, and it was only three days before and after, and these guys almost didn't break the sky in the peninsula area.

The front foot heard that Tang Yan had provoked people who should not be provoked, and everyone in the Panda People Legion was in danger.

On the back foot, there was news of the fiasco of the Jewel City Guards and the death of Luo Zuoming.

He finally slept soundly for a night, and before dawn, he heard that Deputy Regiment Commander Tang had kicked the ass of the Yuancheng City Defense Army, and found them a new home, Zang Feng asked them to take out half of their manpower to clean up the battlefield, and the rest of the people were responsible for packing the valuable items in the rolling mill and transporting them to the Maxim's Canning Factory in the next few days.

Dezi looked at the slowly retreating factories on both sides and said, "I think the most correct choice I have ever made in my life is to accept that regeneration potion." ”

In the past two days, Dezi talked about what happened on the way to the Institute of Physics, and Zeng Hua and the head of the plane understood his feelings very well.

The modified pickup truck stopped in front of the office building, and with the surging firelight, a team of Mr. Skillful robots flew in the distance, which was picking up all kinds of metal fragments scattered on the ground under the leadership of a skillful robot with a red star printed on the iron shell and the five big characters "Serve the People" written next to it.

Dezi sighed: "Poor Huang Lei ......"

………………

Tang Yan rubbed his somewhat sore neck and got up from his seat.

"Let's do this for now, and wait for the follow-up arrivals to clean up Vault 1017 before arranging it, and there are staff dormitories for those who are willing to live on the ground, and empty rooms for those who are willing to live in Vault."

With that, he grinned and walked outside.

General Wang suddenly grabbed his sleeve: "What? Neck pain? ”

"I have exercised too much in the past two days, and I didn't rest well last night, so I slept on my pillow."

"At this time, you should go to Pink Heaven, I know that there is a girl named Cai'er who has good skills."

Tang Yan glared at him and continued to walk outside.

As the afternoon sun fell on his face, a question occurred to him.

Since he infiltrated the Panda Man Legion, first killed Ma Qiao, and then destroyed the forces of Lieshou and Tian Hu, so that the original mercenary team of more than 100 people is now less than 60 people, and this is still counting the maids who are in charge of the legion's chores and basically have no combat ability.

"Isn't it time to recruit some new members......

He looked at the devastated factory and thought to himself that with the current size of the Pandaren Legion, it would take several days just to clean up the factory and Vault 1017.

At this moment, Comrade Jiao passed by with a team of skillful Mr. robots shouting loud slogans.

He called for it.

"I have an idea, now that the Maxim's Canning Factory has become the private property of the Panda Man Army, those equipment are idle, it is better to recruit some workers to come in and restart the production line to process and manufacture high-quality and inexpensive canned sea fish."

Comrade Jiao said: "This is a good idea. ”

"I want you to be the director of the Maxim's Canning Factory?"

The spiral piece in Comrade Jiao's eyes shrank inward: "I'm sorry, I didn't understand what you meant." ”

"You heard me right, I said that you should be the director of Maxim's Canning Factory, in charge of production affairs, you don't need to pursue profits, as long as you keep the balance of payments, it will be regarded as charity."

"Are you serious?"

Tang Yan's gaze at it was extremely clear and clean.

He patted its tin shell, "Remember when you asked me what the wasteland lacked the most?" My answer is 'trust'. So...... Why not start with yourself, try to trust, entrust, and make this cruel and unforgiving world a little warmer. ”

"In this era when ordinary people don't have enough to eat, the biggest contribution we can make is to make people have food and clothing, and then we can pursue spiritual progress instead of stamping documents and inputting all kinds of data into the computer."

"From the moment you agreed to leave the vault with me, I treated you as a friend, not a robot. If serving the people is your ideal, then as a friend, I will do my best to help you realize it. ”

"Although the stage of Maxim's Cannery is not big, and it is small compared to the entire continent, a small box of canned food is related to every mouth and every stomach under this sky. I believe that under your management, the products of Maxim's Canning Factory can save more people from hunger, let the children of poor families grow up healthily, let the laughter and laughter reverberate on the holiday table, and make this wasteland not so cold. ”

"I do! I do! I do! Comrade Jiao waved three mechanical arms, looking very excited: "Tang Yan, on behalf of those who will benefit from this decision, thank you, you are the most upright, kind, and caring person in the world." ”

"Don't compliment me, after all, I'm just a little person pushed forward by the times."

He is very modest, his expression is modest, his speech is modest, and his eyes are modest.

Gao Kai, who was patrolling back and forth with a harpoon, happened to walk under the office building, and happened to hear the conversation between one person and one machine, and couldn't help but shiver, thinking that it was blind or brainless! Tang Yan is the most upright, kindest and most caring person in the world? Then the person who slaughtered most of the company of the Kite City Defense Army last night is a ghost?

Of course, if you have 10,000 guts, you don't dare to dismantle Deputy Head Tang's platform in front of the robot. The 85-II main battle tank with its head broken was still piled up in front of the door, and his head was nowhere near as hard as its ass.