The staple of lunch is palm-sized white bread, toasted crispy corn kernels, and wolf meat boiled in soybeans.

Not only was Liu Jiuyue, who was the envoy, entertained, but also the eight serfs and two guards who were pulling the cart together, and they were also stained with him.

Regardless of the guards, after all, they are subordinates with the same identity as him, but letting the serfs also eat at the table is something Liu Jiujiu didn't expect.

But after all, they didn't dine in the same place, so Liu Jiujiu didn't say much.

With his hands folded and thanking his master who had given them food, he eagerly reached out and grabbed the white bread that was on his plate.

Unlike the cold and hard green wheat cake, this bread is loose and soft in the same way as it is made of some raw materials, let alone how it is made. Just holding it in his hand, Liu Jiujiu couldn't help but shake his heart, and hurriedly put it in his mouth and took a bite.

It smells good!!

His eyes almost bulged out, and before he could swallow the food in his mouth, he quickly picked up the spoon and scooped another spoonful of bean stew into his mouth.

The soft fragrance is delicious, and it melts in the mouth, and his taste buds gave a very high evaluation at the first time!

He didn't have time to savor it, he devoured it like a starving ghost reincarnated, completely ignoring the instructions that the leader had given him before leaving.

Wolf meat is usually sour, but they stew badly with soybeans and taste a little fragrant. As for the corn method, it is even more absolute, have they fried it in oil?

It's too extravagant!

The white bread tube was enough, and when Liu Jiuyue ate the fourth, he felt that he couldn't stop it.

Taking a sip of hot water, he tried to swallow the food that was stuffed into his throat, and looked at Guo Niu, who was sitting across the table from the dining table, with an expression that he had never seen the world.

"What is this?"

Guo Niu is a real person and answers truthfully.

"Steamed buns, salt and pepper corn, stewed soybeans with braised meat."

Liu Jiujiu looked dazed.

Words that I had never heard of at all actually appeared three at the same time. Unable to hide the envious look anymore, he couldn't help but ask.

"You eat this every day?"

Guo Niu shook his head and said.

"It depends on what's in the bazaar."

There are no canteens at the outpost, and the inhabitants of the Vault are cooking.

Although the noon market is not as lively as it is at night, there are many people who set up a cauldron and cook some strange food.

The manager set the standard for lunch, with a budget of 3 silver coins per person, and Guo Niu took the money to the market to purchase.

The residents of the shelter at the north gate were very enthusiastic, scrambling to pull him to their stalls, and even said that they could buy a large amount of money at a discount.

Although Guo Niu doesn't understand why large purchases can be discounted, it is a good thing to be able to save money for managers. In the end, this meal only cost 70% of the total budget, which can be said to be very economical.

"Bazaar?"

However, after listening to Guo Niu's explanation, Liu Jiujiu's expression became even more dazed.

It does sound weird.

Ordinary small survivor strongholds don't have such a thing as a bazaar.

After all, trade is a product of prosperity, and if more than half of the people in a place are slaves without private property, to whom can the goods that are placed in the market be sold? They may not even have their own flesh, let alone something worthy of exploitation.

I heard that there was a grocery store in Bate Street before, which was run by the old mayor, and allowed the garbage guys there to exchange for daily necessities. This would be a great act of kindness in the neighborhood, but the family had been driven away by the barbarians with guns, and it was not known if there was a "shop" there.

Liu Jiujiu had never been there, but had heard that a group of beggars picking up garbage lived there. They would occasionally pick up things near the farm, but they would usually be chased away unless they had chips on them, and the farmer would not want to get into trouble with his neighbors, so he would usually allow them to go back in exchange for some barley.

"Thank you for your hospitality." Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, Liu Jiujiu took a moment to hold back his burp, got up and said respectfully.

Guo Niu shook his head and corrected seriously: "All this is the generosity of adults, you should thank him, you don't have to thank me." ”

Liu Jiujiu glanced at him enviously.

It's weird.

He actually saw loyalty in the face of a serf!

However, what is even more strange is that he still has to please him......

After coming out of the dining room, Liu Jiujiu beckoned the serfs he had brought and led the two-headed oxen tied to the door.

He waved the whip in his hand, as if he wanted to vent his suppressed emotions on these people.

"Hurry up, lazy dogs, it's time for us to hit the road."

The serfs did not dare to disobey him, let alone disobey him and the iron rifles on the backs of the guards, and they untied the ropes on the two-headed oxen one after another, and went on the road under the urging of this Lord Liu.

However, people's simple desire for a better life cannot be stopped by a whip alone. Several serfs took advantage of the fact that Liu Jiujiu and the two guards didn't notice this, and whispered to each other.

"The food was so delicious."

"Yes, even if it's a fat year, we haven't eaten so well......"

"It's paradise!"

"Speaking of which, that man is...... Pot? ”

"Seems like so."

"Unbelievable, it's him! I almost didn't recognize it! ”

"You said we would go to him......"

"Shhhh Don't let the man with the gun hear it, and don't blame me for not reminding you that the kid who bragged about going on a trip with the caravan last time was hung at the door for three days and three nights, and when he put it down, half of his body was gone! ”

The serfs were silent and did not dare to speak any more.

Seeing the tributary caravan disappear at the end of the woods, Chu Guang, who was standing by the window on the third floor of the sanatorium, suddenly spoke with envy.

"If only I had a few more cows."

Xia Yan, who came here to rub rice, quipped.

"Is this eating in a bowl and thinking about a pot?"

This phrase was learned by her from Chu Guang, and it is said to be used to describe a person who is insatiable. Although she didn't think it was accurate to use this phrase to describe the manager, it was unexpectedly appropriate at this time.

"Of course not," Chu Guang glanced back at her and said dissatisfiedly, "I taught you this sentence, but I didn't let you say it to me." ”

Xia Yan glanced at him lightly, and continued to concentrate on dealing with the corn flower in his hand.

Although Chu Guang always said that it was junk food, she didn't think so at all. Sprinkle a little sugar on it, and the taste is a must!

The silver coins are amazing!

She had already begun to figure out how she would spend her salary tomorrow.

……

It was just noon.

At the entrance of the Huayuan Street subway station, about 4 kilometers from the wetland park, the pungent smell of gunpowder permeates the street, and even the howling north wind cannot blow away.

A group of happy little players skillfully repeat yesterday's work - pulling monsters, gathering fires, counting the results, and being busy and happy.

Except for the two of them, they didn't have fun.

One is a mole and the other is a mosquito.

In order to clear the passage from the entrance of the subway station to the gate of Vault 117, more than 400 silver coins have been put in, and two LD-47 rifles have been purchased!

If you can't get rid of this task today, it's hard to say whether the reward of 1,200 credits is worth it, both in terms of time and cost.

"Maybe we should learn from Elder Brother Fang," looking at the mole standing next to him, the mosquito said with a sad face, "I chatted with Lao Bai for a while yesterday, when they were through the greenhouse ruins, they didn't use so many people to pile them up, although it cost some ammunition, but the cost was not much higher than ours." ”

The mole shook his head and said.

"Brother Mosquito, this is a bad statement, you think they are sharing their game experience with you, but you don't know that they are only in Versailles. Elite tactics? You don't look at what their team is equipped with. A set of the same exoskeleton as the manager, a powerful mechanical compound bow in the whole server, a manipulator that fills the output of the intelligence department, and ...... The highest perception on the whole server. ”

"What tactics do you discuss with this hexagonal team? The output of one of them is the best, and it is blood to ensure that they do not die. If we learn their way of playing, this task will be able to carry over to next month. Listen to me, if you don't have enough equipment, you have to use a sea of people to make up, and there is no shortcut! ”

I understand the reasoning.

But I'm still so envious!

With an expression of envy, jealousy and hatred, the mosquito couldn't help but shout.

"Gan! These hateful European emperors! ”

The mole nodded in agreement.

"Right? Now you understand the importance of balance, right? ”

The output of that manipulator is unreasonable, and the projectiles are about to turn into cannonballs in his hands, so has the planner really considered the feelings of power players? And that mechanical compound bow, which is more powerful than a gun, can pierce armor and can throw explosives, and the ammunition is cheap, is it reasonable not to sharpen it!

Of course, if he completed the mission of Vault 117 and could reward him with a set of equipment of the same level or even better, then he didn't say anything.

I don't care, anyway, if it's not the turn of the European Emperor, I'm shady!

Zhang Hai, who was in charge of pulling the monster before, finally checked his results, and happened to hear the conversation between the two when he came.

Although he didn't understand at all, he still excitedly made up a stalk.

"The right line of the sea of people will always drop gods!"

"Ni Song Kai, what are you doing with your budding newcomer, do you understand your own sequence?" The mosquito who was envious of the head didn't want to talk nonsense, so he stuffed a coin into his hand, "Take it!" Look no further! ”

Zhang Hai counted it, a copper coin is not bad, and said with a smile.

"Thank you to the owner! Good luck to the boss! ”

Hearing this sentence of fortune, the mosquitoes that were stimulated jumped their eyelids again.

Rich?

If he continues to play like this, let alone make a fortune, he is about to go bankrupt!

Seeing the pain of the mosquito, the empathetic mole sighed and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"Come on, victory is just around the corner. I have a hunch that the money for this mission may not be weaker than that of the greenhouse ruins, and I will definitely earn it back when the time comes! ”

The mosquito looked at the sky and sighed.

"I hope."

In fact, Brother Mole's words were not entirely comforting him, victory was indeed in sight.

There are sixty-seven gnawers killed in this round, which is a lot less than yesterday, and the agile newcomer named Zhang Hai has more than doubled the time of pulling monsters below this time compared to yesterday, and it is obvious that the density of xenos is not as high as a few days ago.

The mole estimated in his heart that if the situation was optimistic, two more rounds would be at most possible, and this task should be completed.

It happened that it was time for lunch, and the young players who participated in the strategy took a break, walked into the abandoned shop on the side of the road, and boiled the pot of boiling water with the charcoal they brought and the branches they had picked up.

Most of them are reluctant to buy expensive supplies, and the dry food they bring with them is mainly green wheat cakes or scones made of croissants.

Although this dry food is not nutritious and tastes average, it is more convenient. Whether you throw it in the pot and cook it into a paste, or just hold it and gnaw it, you can fill your stomach.

There will be a low blood sugar debuff on an empty stomach, which will affect the output, and players will be prepared to wait until they have eaten dry food before starting the next wave of offensive.

However, at this moment, neither the mole nor the mosquito brother noticed that on the road, which was only one street away from the Garden Street subway station, a group of heavily armed mercenaries were quietly entering the area.

They were not many in number, only eight of them, and although their equipment was not the most elite kind, it was more than a little stronger than the stragglers who roamed the wasteland. Not only are they armed with automatic weapons, but two of them also carry thigh-thick bazookas on their backs, which is quite powerful.

It can be seen that their boss has made a lot of money and learned the lessons of the last failure, not only hiring a stronger mercenary group, but also buying a round-trip ticket for this group of people to and from the northern suburbs.

Their task is simple.

Arrive at the Garden Street subway station, clear the xenos underneath the station, and then enter Vault 117 and arrive at the evacuation point with the contents on your way back.

Actually, if the situation was optimistic, they should have completed this task two days ago. However, no one expected that there would be a group of people who also targeted Vault 117.

Those people appear to be the newly emerging survivor forces from the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, and according to the host of the train on the Boulder City radio station, these people have not only killed the Bloody Hand Clan, but also the mutants of 76th Street, and recently hooked up with businesses passing through the northern suburbs.

Although those people's equipment is very weak, and their own side has obvious advantages, no one dares to take it lightly.

Especially yesterday, the scouts who went to the high-rise building to set up a sniper point came with the news that they had found a target for the suspected awakened.

The Awoken!

As the captain of these twelve, Pritt felt that things might not be as simple as he imagined.

Without immediate action, they occupied a half-collapsed building along the street, placed a radio station, set up a temporary command post here, and made contact with the scouts who had arrived at the front line first.

"Carl, is the awakened one from yesterday still there?"

After a moment's wait, the voice of a scout can be heard in the communication channel.

"It's gone...... I suspect he is not fully awake, but there are already signs of awakening. ”

Prit said in a deep voice.

"What is the ability?"

Karl replied.

"It could have something to do with intuition or spirituality."

Intuition or spirituality.

Prit's brow furrowed.

The so-called awakening is the "heterogeneity" of some traits in the body, showing some characteristics that are different from ordinary people.

There are a variety of triggers that can lead to arousal, the most common being the use of genetic modification agents, or the stimulation of the survival instinct in a life-and-death situation, resulting in the dominant expression of the unactivated segment of the gene segment.

Compared with the "risk-controllable" mechanical prosthetic transformation, awakening is undoubtedly a thorny path, and although it can bring great power, it is not without a price.

However, it is undeniable that the awakened are indeed difficult to deal with, especially the spiritual and intuitive ones, and many abilities are simply unreasonable and unguardable.

It's like the branch of energy weapons in small arms!

"The group is preparing for a second wave of offensives, and I feel like they've pretty much cleaned up the xenomorphs under the subway station...... Boss, when are we going to do it? ”

Pratt said calmly.

"Don't panic, wait for them to lure the xenos out from below."

It may have been a genius idea to lure the xenos out from under the subway station to set fire, but these people apparently didn't realize how big the movement they were making and the flaws behind their butts.

Prit's thinking is clear.

They don't have to go toe-to-toe with those survivors at all, they just need to wait quietly for the xenomorphs to come out, and take advantage of the survivors' cold weapons to rush forward and then take advantage of the situation.

What if there are awakened ones?

Eating these raging survivors and xenos in one bite is as easy as eating a sandwich cookie.

Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Prit's face.

He'll teach the survivors a lesson.

Tell them what a praying mantis catches cicadas, and the yellow finch is behind!

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(This Sunday began to resume two shifts, and I feel that my hollowed-out body has recovered a little.) _(:3」∠)_）