The north gate of the outpost.

A strong man with a wooden bench on his feet and a hemp rope around his neck begged for mercy with a handful of snot and tears.

His name was Badger.

But at the moment, the poor one is like a worm.

"Please, don't kill me, I'll tell you what you want to know, you said you'll let me go!"

The players next to them were a little unbearable and whispered.

"Wouldn't it be too miserable?"

"yes...... This guy has surrendered, and may be our companion. ”

"It's a bit of a pity."

However, Chu Guang's expression did not change in any way because of the strong man's plea for mercy.

There were no cells in the outpost to keep prisoners in, and it was even more impractical to be kept in a shelter. And it is foreseeable that no merchants interested in slaves will pass by here throughout the winter, and raising these three captives will only waste food and bring hidden dangers.

As for intelligence?

What I asked was not much different from what I had speculated.

Chu Guang never promised, and he would spare their lives if he explained honestly.

These marauders counted one by one, and they were punished by hanging for all the unconscionable things they had done.

"Go to hell and repent."

Seeing that there was no hope of survival, the expression on the strong man's face instantly distorted, and he scolded.

"You scumbag! Swindler! I won't let you go to hell! Wait, the leader will avenge me, and he will hang you from a street lamp, and make you watch your people be slaughtered and raped—"

Before he could curse something even more ugly, Chu Guang, who was too lazy to listen to nonsense, kicked down the bench at the bottom of the strong man's feet.

With a click, the man named "Badger" ended his life of sin on the gallows of justice at the outpost of Vault 404.

The makers of the gallows, [Ward's foot] and [Ya'er I want to go to the toilet], watched from a distance, their eyes straight.

None of them thought that the gallows they had made on a whim for the sake of the atmosphere would one day really come in handy.

Looking at the corpses hanging there, the faces of the two were a little pale, but not too white.

It's a game, after all.

It's just that the expression of the hanged man is too curious.

It's like a real dead man.

"The game is always very realistic in strange details."

"Sins, Sins, Amitabha."

Standing not far away and watching, Fujito felt some emotion in his heart.

"War."

She is a casual player and doesn't enjoy combat very much, which of course has to do with her intelligence attributes and her short legs that she can't run fast.

The thought of this made her depressed.

Is this reasonable?

Not at all reasonable!

"It's okay! Sister protect you! ”

The crow standing next to her smiled, and her hand was originally intended to be on her shoulder, but it accidentally rested on the top of her head.

Fuji Teng's head was full of black lines, and his fists were clenched.

"I'll punch you again."

Raven quickly let go and explained in a panic.

"Huh? No, I didn't mean to, I was thinking—"

"Okay, okay, it's annoying to talk about it."

Nearby players chattered about when the next offensive would come and how much stronger the attack would be.

Confirm that the man on the gallows is dead.

Chu Guang looked at the two players closest to him, took out 5 copper coins from his pocket and threw them in their hands.

"Carried the three bodies to the morgue and stripped them naked and threw them together with the bodies of other looters."

"When the generator is assembled, it will be sent to the active substance extractor for refining."

The two players came back to their senses and immediately nodded.

"Yes! Administrator! ”

……

It didn't take long to assemble the generator.

There are many big guys with good hands-on ability among these players, even if they can't read the words on the manual at all, just by virtue of their understanding of the generator structure and a few pictures, they are stunned to fumble and install all the parts.

The whole set of power generation equipment is divided into two parts, one is a vaporizer for firewood, and the other is a thermal generator driven by gas.

The construction of the former is simple, essentially an airtight column with a lid on top.

As the wood is fed from the top, the firewood is further dried in the process of slow settling, finally cracked by the heat inside, and partially burned in limited oxygen.

In this process, a large amount of heat is generated, and a layer of hot charcoal is formed at the point of the airtight column, which reacts with the vapor produced by pyrolysis and other combustible gases, and finally forms a mixed combustible gas rich in hydrogen, methane and carbon monoxide.

This is not particularly clever technology, as the German army used similar firewood vaporization equipment during World War II to power some tanks in the absence of fuel.

Generally speaking, 3~4 kg of firewood is equivalent to 1L of gasoline, and the specific consumption depends on the type, density and dryness of firewood, which cannot be generalized.

However, it doesn't really matter how much is consumed, the most important thing in the outpost now is firewood, just arrange for a person to clean up the waste and stuff the wood into it.

With this power generation equipment, it is possible to provide a maximum of 10 kW of power to the outpost. Even at full load, the consumption of firewood per hour is less than 10 kg, which can be said to be very cost-effective.

The generator began to run successfully, and the nearby players let out a cheer.

Their outpost, finally with electricity!

A lot of work that could not have been done is now ready to be carried out.

"I'm going to dig up some wires and come back!"

"Can the wires of 200 years ago still work?"

"The insulation material should be able to be used, and it doesn't matter if it can't be used, it's a big deal to melt it and redo it. I want to find a way to see if we can make a transformer and a voltage regulator, and then we will make steel directly on the electric furnace. ”

"Big guy cow pie!"

Listening to the conversation of the players, Chu Guang was also very happy in his heart.

The active extractor, which had fallen a thick layer of ash, finally began to work, refining the corpses sent into the furnace into the active substance.

Ten corpses recovered about four units, finally making up for the shortfall in active matter caused by a small player.

"The battle is over? Win? Looking at Chu Guang who was walking towards him, Xia Yan, who was waiting by the elevator, hurriedly asked.

Chu Guang replied casually.

"It's not me who doesn't win."

Xia Yan continued to ask.

"That group is from the Bloody Hand Clan?"

Chu Guang glanced at her.

"You know?"

"You don't need to know, they are the most famous ones in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City."

With a helpless expression, Xia Yan admonished.

"You'd better be careful, there may not be many people coming this time, but they're not as weak as they seem. There was a merchant before, probably wanting revenge or something, hired a team of twenty mercenaries from Boulder City, and guess what? ”

"I don't like to guess, you just say it."

"Okay...... Anyway, only one escaped in the end, and an arm was broken," Xia Yan took a deep breath and said, "The equipment of that mercenary team is still good, and the combat quality is okay, and there are even two professional soldiers who have retired from the Boulder City militia regiment in it." But fighting Marauders is a different story from fighting Xenomorphs, especially in urban areas. ”

"They planted tin can mines on the road, decoy bombs, lured predators from subway entrances to shops along the streets, and even tamed mutant hyenas...... According to the man who came back alive, the battle was a nightmare, and they faced a group of predators who could shoot, lie down, support and sneak attack. ”

Whether it's a DIY iron tube rifle or a state-of-the-art assault rifle, hitting the vital point is a matter of one shot. Even if it misses, it will be another shot at most.

The mercenaries in Boulder City are not regular troops, and it is impossible to use too good protective gear, most of them are wire keels and steel plates to protect the vital points, and only a few rich people can afford exoskeletons and full-fledged bulletproof armor.

"Maybe those mercenaries underestimated the enemy." Chu Guang said casually.

"Maybe, the people of Boulder City look down on the countryside a little."

"Like you?"

Xia Yan's expression was embarrassed, and he hurriedly explained.

"Well, not me, of course."

Chu Guang smiled and didn't care.

I've never been to Boulder City, but it's easy to understand this sense of superiority just by looking at the wistful looks in the eyes of the survivors of Bate Street when they mention it.

After all, it is the only "city" in Qingquan City, and it is also the only "place of order" left in this area.

The people who live there, even if they are poor, are still superior compared to the people outside.

"Speaking of which, how do I feel that you are not very afraid?"

"What's there to be afraid of, you even tear the creepers, you can't beat them? Plus you have so many people here," Xia Yan glanced at Chu Guang strangely, as if he didn't understand why he asked such a strange question, "Why are you so nervous?" There were only about seven or eight people at most who heard the gunshot, and it was still in the open field. ”

“……”

Emmm……

It makes sense.

Chu Guang didn't know how to refute for a while.

……

Night.

In the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, a waste tire factory.

Looking at the man crawling under the steps, the bear leaning on the chair, said in a lazy voice.

"How's the situation on the badger's side, have you brought back all the loot?"

According to tribal tradition, whoever shoots down the spoils of war has the right of first refusal.

After bringing it back, it is for everyone to enjoy together, regardless of you and me.

Normally, if a survivor stronghold is captured, the raiders who fight Autumn Wind will usually stay there for a while and spend some time having fun, such as having a party and playing a game of cat and mouse, and looting some loot along the way.

As the leader of the clan, Xiong is able to sympathize with his subordinates.

But seeing that it's already dark, it's not like I haven't come back yet.

“…… There is no news yet. The man crawling under the steps pressed his forehead to the ground, not daring to leave a millimeter.

"No news yet?"

The centipede-like brow furrowed, and a hint of displeasure appeared on the bear's face, and he said impatiently, "I remember that they set off in the morning. ”

"Yes."

"It's too slow."

With a calm face, Xiong stared at the man at the bottom of the steps and said, "You send someone over, and if you meet them on the road, urge them to hurry up." If your people arrive and they are not on their way, come back and tell me. ”

"Yes!"

Looking at Ru who walked out of the tent, the bear touched the beard on his chin, and his mood was inexplicably a little irritable.

The survivor stronghold of thirty people, why has it been tossed for so long and has not returned?

Could it be an accident?

However, this is very unlikely.

Shaking his head, the bear decided not to think about it and got up from his chair.

Even if the other party is a hard bone that can't be gnawed, with the vigilance of a badger, he will definitely be able to escape back.

There is only one possibility that they have not heard from each other for so long, and that is that they have lost track of time in playing, or that they have spent some time looting loot.

The bear was no longer worried, and his mood was much more relaxed.

Especially when he remembered the almost broken "toy" paralyzed in the room, and the rough and ugly face, he couldn't help but squeeze out a chilling smile.

This winter shouldn't be too boring.