After Qin Ke'er came back, Iron Slag changed the topic and asked about the water in the camp. Qin Ke'er said that there is no water source nearby, so he can only rely on vehicles to transport water back. Although the Night Lighthouse is located on the edge of the dark jungle, it is also more than 200 kilometers away from the nearest water purification plant. And the transportation process is a bit troublesome, the roads opened in the dark jungle are temporary, that is, after cutting down trees, the soil is compacted by machinery, and then paved with gravel. This kind of road has to be repaired every once in a while, so the cost of transportation is not small.

"Straightforwardly, how much does it cost?" Iron Slag asked dryly. He knew that Qin Ke'er said so much just to give him a vaccination, so that he wouldn't lose his temper when he heard the price of water.

"A truck of thirty tons costs five credits." Qin Ke'er said weakly.

"What!" Although he had been prepared, when he heard the price of water, he was so shocked that he stood up. 5 credits are equivalent to at least 60 gold, and the living expenses for him and Lao Niu in the winter are only less than 100 gold.

"Don't get excited~" Qin Ke'er comforted, "Actually, you men can not take a bath, if you only drink water, you shouldn't need much." When they said this, both women subconsciously moved back, distancing themselves from the iron slag to show their disgust. The latter snorted coldly and said that five points is five points, buy it!

After receiving instructions, Qin Keer placed an order with a communicator. It wasn't long before a large truck drove into the camp and unloaded thirty tons of steel jugs into the open space in front of the tent. After paying for the water, Qin Keer reported the team's financial situation to Tie Slag.

Original book: 1000 credits, 0 gold.

Spent: 120 credits for the Psionic Warrior Rifle, 300 credits for the Tiger Mecha (*1 unit), 120 credits for the Thunderfire Mecha (*2 units), 75 credits for individual equipment (*15 sets), 2 credits for temporary conference room rental, 3 credits for meals, 50 credits for aircraft rental, 50 credits for emergency passage occupancy, 30 credits for M500 Burst Bomb (*200 rounds), 5 credits for drinking water (*30 tons).

Estimated Cost:

The monthly salary of personnel (unpaid) is 35 gold for Qin Ke'er, 60 gold for mecha pilot (*3), 180 gold for marines (*12), and none for Wang Hu, porcupine, matchstick, Bai Xiaoyun, and Tuoba San (*5).

Monthly consumption (unpaid), barracks rental fee 7 credits, meal fee (to be determined)

Book balance: 245 credits, 0 gold

Expenditure at the end of the month: 7 credits and 275 gold

"That's all there is left?" Iron Slag asked, looking at the bill.

"Hmm~" Qin Ke'er nodded.

"I'll go to the town to buy food and make my own food." Iron Slag said expressionlessly.

"I ...... What about us? Qin Ke'er pulled Mu Qianhe's sleeve and asked in front of the iron slag.

"Didn't General Richie say that you would be exempted from the fee?" Iron Slag reminded. The two women glanced at each other, each held their foreheads and sighed softly, and it was only the next day that the head of the regiment began to cheat......

After chatting about things, Tie Slag instructed Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe to stay in the camp and wait for him to come back, and then put on his back a knife and gun, rode a red comet, and went to the outskirts of the stronghold to investigate the environment of the dark jungle.

Outside the gate of the stronghold is an endless primeval jungle, where iron slag slows down and wanders aimlessly through the woods. The ferns around the colony have been cleared, and only a few shrubs and tall old trees remain, so there is no problem for vehicular traffic.

After walking in the jungle for a while, the vegetation gradually became more and more lush, and the place where the locomotive could walk became narrower and narrower. Iron Slag stopped walking, removed the Psionic Warrior Rifle from his back, and prepared to try it. So far, he hasn't fired a single shot.

"Click."

He pulled the bolt of the gun, revealing a bomb bay about 10 centimeters long. He looked at it carefully for a moment, then took out an empty spectral rifle from his jacket pocket, slowly pushed it into the bomb bay, and then "clicked" the bolt up. The bullets of these psionic guns are empty, and must be injected with psionic energy before they can be activated.

Iron Slag picked up his rifle and aimed it forward, then pushed the safety bolt up with his right thumb. In an instant, he felt an inexplicable suction force coming from the body of the gun, as if something from his body was sucked out. After a few seconds, the fine texture engraved on the body of the gun gradually lit up, as if a blue fluorescent liquid was flowing in it, crystal clear, and it was very beautiful.

After more than ten seconds, Iron Slag felt a sense of weakness, as if the strength in his body was slowly draining. At first, it felt minimal, but as time went on, he felt the suction from the body of the gun getting stronger and faster, and the loss of power was getting faster and faster.

After about a minute, the blue light in the texture becomes more dazzling, and the liquid in it seems to stop flowing. At this moment, the inexplicable suction disappeared, and Iron Slag could feel the bullet in the chamber of the gun ready to fire. Mu Qianhe had reminded him that after the psionic weapon was charged, the energy would continue to overflow outward. Therefore, you must launch as much as possible, otherwise you will have to constantly consume psionic energy to maintain the active state.

Iron Slag aimed at an ancient tree that was hugged by four people, first relaxed his body, gently pressed his right index finger on the trigger, and then pulled it hard.

"Bang!"

In an instant, a dazzling light erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and a blue bullet rang out. The sharp bullet pierced the air, sending ripples. And the air around him surged wildly, as if an invisible force had torn apart the space in front of him.

With a loud bang, a blue light pierced through the thick trunk of the tree and flew straight into the sky. At the same time, the powerful recoil hit his shoulder, causing him to involuntarily take a step back.

When the smoke cleared, he put down his gun and looked closer, and there was a hole in the trunk of the tree. Seeing such a scene, he couldn't help but take a breath, the solid wood more than two meters wide was pierced, if this shot hit his body, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Iron Slag picked up the rifle in his hand again and examined it carefully. With it, even against the psionic person wearing the psionic power armor, he had a few chances of winning. Next, he tried another shot, leaving a bowl-sized hole in another ancient tree. After two shots, he clearly felt that his strength had dropped quite a bit. It is estimated that after seven or eight more shots, he will crawl back.

After putting away his weapon, he stepped onto the locomotive, twisted the throttle, and drove in the direction of the stronghold. About forty minutes later, he returned to his tent. As soon as the car was parked, Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe surrounded them.

"It's so boring~" "Boss~ We haven't had lunch yet, we're starving~" "Boss~I'm hungry~" "I'm hungry~"

The two female warblers screamed, and the iron slag only felt uncomfortable. He looked up and saw that everyone else was gone, so he asked where everyone had gone. Qin Ke'er said that Wang Hu led the team to the rest center for dinner, and Tie Slag asked them why they didn't follow. Qin Ke'er said that they would follow the boss to eat well. Iron Slag rolled his eyes, then looked at the table, it was now one o'clock at noon, and he walked out of the camp with the two women, turned over neatly, and jumped directly into the passenger seat of the jeep.

Seeing this, Mu Qianhe narrowed his eyes, rushed forward, raised his legs high, stepped on the door and jumped into the driver's seat, and Qin Ke'er was not tall enough, so he tried to jump, but he didn't jump up. Iron Slag couldn't help but grin, and when the latter saw his expression, he immediately gritted his teeth and pulled the car door and sat down.

"Bang dang!" Qin Ke'er closed the car door hard, then clasped his hands on his chest and leaned on the back seat angrily.

"The car is not well designed, it is too tall." Mu Qianhe said with a grin. However, Qin Ke'er didn't appreciate it, and seemed to be even more angry, and her chest kept rising and falling.

"Or ......," Iron Slag chimed in, "find General Richie for a smaller one." ”

"You ...... Ignore you......" Qin Ke'er's eyes were red, and she shouted aggrievedly.

"When I was a child, I used to go to the tavern to listen to the stories of travelers......" Iron Slag comforted as he gestured, "They say that tall and tall are good, and short and short, and that the old man can push a cart, and Guanyin can sit on a lotus, and each has its own merits." ”

"Hooligans!" "Hooligans!" The two women scolded in unison.

Iron Slag frowned and said, "Hooligans what? Mu Qianhe looked at him with a serious expression and asked, "Do you know the meaning of this sentence?" ”

"It means that the tall ones have to go to the cart, and the short ones can sit in the cart, so the short ones are good." Iron Slag said.

The two women glanced at each other, and they both snor......ted and laughed, laughing and trembling. That Maki Chizuru laughed so hard that he couldn't even grasp the steering wheel steadily, and almost crashed into someone else's camp.

"Isn't it funny?" Iron Slag frowned and asked sternly. This time it was his turn to be depressed, because he had just realized that this explanation had been taught by Lena, and there must be something wrong with it. He threatened in a deep voice in a frustrated voice, "If you laugh again, you won't have lunch." ”

"Boss~I was wrong~I don't laugh~" Mu Qianhe glanced at the iron slag and explained, "This is a sentence that has been handed down from ancient times in our Far Eastern Continent. ”

"What do you mean?" Iron Slag asked.

"It's hard to describe in words, it's just demonstrative." Mu Qianhe said with a smile, "Let's find a time, Qianhe will teach you the old man to push the cart, and Ke'er will teach you Guanyin to sit on the lotus, do you say okay?" ”

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded.

"I'm going to go to you, I'm not going, female rascal!" Qin Ke'er scolded.

"I'm a female hooligan, how about it~" Mu Qianhe turned his head and said provocatively towards Qin Ke'er with his chest straight.

"Concentrate on driving." Iron Slag reminded.

After some tossing, the three finally arrived at their destination. After Makichizuru parked the car, they walked into the lounge side by side. At this time, the hall was full of people coming and going, and it was very lively. The trainees huddled together and frolicked and chatted while eating lunch.

The three of them found a secluded spot and sat down. The tables here are all seats for six, neither big nor small. After sitting down, the two women each picked up the menu and browsed it. Iron Slag beckoned the waiter, flipped through the menu, and ordered a piece of cheese bread and a cream soup. The two girls ordered a few meals, and the waiter took notes and left.

After the waiter left, Iron Slag took a sip of water, and was about to talk about the afternoon's arrangement, but found that the expressions of the two girls were a little strange. At this moment, he suddenly felt that someone was approaching, and his pupils suddenly shrank, and his whole body tensed.

"Excuse me, is there anyone sitting here?" A few seconds later, a deep, hoarse voice came from his side. Turning his head, a young man in a light brown suit and a dark red and black patterned tie was standing beside him with a plate.