A red-brick house next to the outpost guard station.

In response to the plague caused by the decomposing corpses of the previous wave, it was used as a temporary shelter for nearby residents who were suffering from fever for a short time.

After the wave ended, the plague and spore cloud problems were solved, and it was a natural place to become a health center for local residents.

Most of the health care workers currently working here are temporary workers trained by Hea, recruited mainly from literate displaced people. On the one hand, he cooperated with Hea to carry out some necessary experiments against the wasteland guests, and on the other hand, he was also responsible for medical rescue work.

If you evaluate these medical staff according to the standards of the People's Federation, they are obviously not professional, and some are not even quacks, but they just use VM to watch one or two online classes and then go to work.

But even so, they who know how to bandage and stop bleeding are much better than those tribal witch doctors who use home remedies to cure diseases.

The people of the wasteland usually have low requirements for doctors.

Not to mention cure, it is good to be able to guarantee that you will not die.

The spacious room was filled with more than fifty wooden single beds.

These people were the backbone of the guard, many of them were veterans who had experienced more than two battles, and some had even been following Chu Guang from several versions ago.

And the reason why they are lying here is not because of injury or illness, of course, but because they voluntarily participated in the experiments in the medical laboratory of Vault 404 and were injected with inducible expression serum.

Nurses in white coats walk around, asking about each person's clinical response and recording key information and characteristics on the VM.

"Clinical studies have shown that there is a high probability of awakening between the ages of 15~30 years old, and the probability of awakening will gradually decrease after that...... These induced differentiation sera answered many of my puzzles. Standing next to Chu Guang, Heya, as before, handed a tablet to Chu Guang's hand, and said her discovery with a fluttering eyebrow.

Chu Guang couldn't read her paper and those colorful charts as before, but he still politely skimmed through the contents of the tablet and said straight to the point.

"I'm not interested in things that are too specialized, you can just tell me the conclusion, such as what the probability is."

Hea: "The probability of the first shot is 27%, the probability of the second shot is 15%, the probability of the third shot is 9%, and the probability of the fourth shot is 3%...... Of course, this is only a theoretical extrapolation, and statistical probability is not the same thing. There are too few samples in the current experiments, and there are too many uncertainties in the selective expression of genes, so I can't give you an absolutely accurate data. ”

If you can't wake up with one shot, you can still get a second shot?

Chu Guang had a slightly surprised expression on his face.

"What about the side effects?"

Hea: "After the injection, the fever will continue for 2~3 days, accompanied by muscle weakness, drowsiness and other symptoms, but it is generally safe. As for other side effects...... Except for the fact that it is more difficult to give birth to offspring, the others have not been discovered for the time being, but it is not ruled out that there will be in the future, so I do not recommend that you promote it on a large scale throughout society, after all, I have never heard of such a thing in the Age of Prosperity, and I think it is mostly a half-finished product that researchers themselves can't decide. ”

Chu Guang coughed lightly.

"I don't need to tell you this, I know it."

The yield of induced expression serum is very small, about 20 pieces a day, and it seems that it can only be produced by black box at present.

Considering that the cold fusion battery used in the black box is a non-renewable resource, the hidden cost of this needle may be much more expensive than it actually seems.

Whether in terms of yield, production costs, or a deeper social dimension, this serum is not suitable for large-scale promotion.

"By the way, what about the residents of the Vault? Are there any reactions after the injection? ”

Chu Guang remembered that the experimenter who injected the reagent first seemed to be the lucky player who won the grand prize in the celebration event, some of whom had not yet awakened, and some who had already awakened, a total of twenty people.

After all, players can be resurrected, and even if something goes wrong, it can be explained with "sorry for the server bug", and at most some compensation will be given later.

There is compensation for the sealed test server, which is already the conscience of the industry!

Hea: "According to clinical observations, the effect of this serum on the first experimenters is very limited, so limited that it can even be ignored. ”

"Personally, I suspect that this may have something to do with the peculiarities of the DNA of your Vault dwellers themselves. The level of expression of your DNA is inherently high, and there is a stable and rigorous evolutionary path...... This is also what I am most curious about. ”

After listening to Heya's statement, Chu Guang nodded thoughtfully.

He tried to understand.

The effect of this induced expression serum is roughly similar to a catalyst that allows people who have the potential to awaken more quickly, but has little effect on those who have already awakened.

The clones produced by Vault 404 are extremely special, and due to the specific enhancement of genes, they are very low in compatibility with this serum.

To put it simply, this serum is mainly used to improve the physical function of the aborigines, but this improvement is quite casual.

Some people feel more power, some people just feel faster reactions, or both, but neither is strong.

"Understood."

Chu Guang returned the tablet in his hand to Heya, walked into the ward, and came to the nearest bed to the door.

A small-looking teenager lay there, staring straight at the ceiling, as if in a daze.

Chu Guang recognized this man, a fourteen-year-old boy who had been following him since he was rescued from the dungeon of the Bloody Hand Clan, and was also the youngest member of the guard.

If he travels through the previous civilized society by himself, this young man who has not grown all his hair is estimated to be not even a male high school student enough.

But in the wasteland world, where human life is like mustard, many of his peers of his age have become fathers.

"How does it feel?"

Hearing the voice from the side, the young man twisted his neck, and the moment he saw Chu Guang's face, his confused eyes suddenly sobered up.

"Your Excellency?! How did you get here? ”

Hearing this, the other people in the ward also cast surprised glances in this direction.

Lu Bei was pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly got out of bed, but was stopped by Chu Guang.

"It doesn't have to be so grand, just tell me how you feel."

After saying this, Chu Guang glanced at the other people in the ward, signaled that they didn't need to care about themselves, and then continued to look at Lu Bei.

Seeing the manager who came to visit him, Lu Bei's face was rosy with excitement, and he said energetically.

"My lord, I'm feeling so good right now!"

Chu Guang nodded, looked at him resting in bed and said seriously.

"Thank you for your contribution to the new Alliance, and if you experience any physical discomfort in the future, the Alliance will take care of you for the rest of your life."

Lu Bei, who was sitting on the bed, bowed slightly.

"Please don't say that, it's my honor to share your worries! What's more, I feel like I'm much stronger than before! If you face the Marauders again...... I'm certainly not going to be as embarrassed as I once was. ”

The New Year's Eve attack took a heavy toll on the Guards, and he lost his old friend in the battle.

Chu Guang put his hand on his shoulder, patted him gently, and comforted him.

"You've done a great job, don't be too yourself. And even if you gain a stronger ability, remember that you can't take it lightly, let alone use it for evil. ”

After a pause, Chu Guang continued.

"I intend to create a special unit, independent of the Guard, under the name ...... Guards Corps. This team will be made up of the Awoken, would you like to join it? ”

Lu Bei's waist was straight, his right hand was clenched into a fist against his left chest, and he said with blazing eyes.

"I do! You saved my life, and even if you let me die, I will never frown! ”

Chu Guang looked at him and nodded slightly, and said in a gentle voice.

"I will remember your loyalty."

"Now let's get some rest."

The first batch of serum was all injected, fifty people participated in the experiment, and only sixteen were awakened.

The remaining thirty-four unawakened ones have three more injections, and it is up to them to decide whether or not to continue participating in the experiment.

But no one gave up at all.

This opportunity to become stronger, if there is not a dose limit, they are eager to increase the dose and finish four shots at a time.

Counting the four experienced veterans selected from the already awakened guards, Chu Guang planned to organize these twenty people into an independent corps.

In fact, assembling a legion composed entirely of the Awakened was not an idea that Chu Guang had come up with on the spot, but had a similar plan long before unlocking the beta version.

Awakenings, while rare in the wasteland, are by no means rare. Before obtaining the serum, there were more than a dozen naturally awakened people in the guard.

However, unlike players who have awakened by natural awakening and accumulation of development progress, most of the awakened abilities have no regularity, and their quality is relatively average, and it is rare for players to specialize in the growth of a certain attribute.

But one thing is for sure, the Awakened have a naturally stronger combat power and battlefield survivability than ordinary people.

Equivalent to a super soldier!

Chu Guang plans to select the most loyal fighters from the guards, inject them with serum, equip them with 10 sets of "heavy cavalry" exoskeletons, 100 sets of light cavalry exoskeletons, and matching small drones - equivalent to half of the equipment of the B4 layer, and form a "Guards Regiment" composed of Wasteland Guest Awakened!

As for the remaining half of the equipment on the B4 floor, Chu Guang hung it in the NPC store and asked Boss Xia to help sell it to players who met the level requirements.

The size of this guards regiment, Chu Guanghui will try to control it between 100~120 people, which is equivalent to the strength of a company.

As a standing force in the new Alliance, they will have different responsibilities on the battlefield than the players, handling tasks that are inconvenient for players or not interested in participating.

For this force, Chu Guang had only one request.

That's loyalty!

In addition to the Guards Corps, Chu Guang also planned to form the First Corps and the Second Corps of the New Alliance.

At present, the commander of the First Corps is a wrench, and the commander of the Second Corps is Liuding, and most of the junior officers are veterans of the Guards who have participated in more than two battles and have received guidance and training from Vanus.

Not only NPCs can join, but players can also join.

After all, not all players like MM's social content, many casual players like to do tasks and deal with NPCs, experience immersive role-playing, and the presence of other sand sculpture players will affect his sense of game substitution.

You ask him to lead the team, and he gets annoyed.

There are a lot of such players in the server, and many players have brushed up to 5 in fighting and shooting, but the command skill proficiency is still 0.

Why?

Because for players who don't like to lead a team, leading a team is really annoying.

It's not easy enough to memorize every ID in the team, let alone build a good relationship with everyone and let everyone in the team do their own thing.

In addition to the obligations and responsibilities of the Standing Army, the First and Second Corps also bear the obligation to absorb casual players and newcomers.

Just as Chu Guang came to the ward in person to comfort the experimenters who had injected the "Awakening Serum", twenty heavily armed players had already arrived in the eastern district of Qingquan City.

They were divided into two teams of ten, all of whom were Awakened.

A military operation planned by the Burning Corps and the Jungle Corps is quietly kicking off......

……

In the dark room, the broken floor is covered with moss, two animal skin coats hang in a half-open iron cabinet, and a yellowed pamphlet reads "Visitor's Guide to the Third Ecological Reserve of Qingquan City" in the corner.

This is the security room of the third ecological reserve in Qingquan City, but there have been no tourists here for a long time, and there are no security guards, only a group of marauders who occupy the magpie's nest.

On the radio on the table, pre-war classical music from "The Sound of Boulder City" is played.

Sitting behind the desk with his legs crossed, Tus lazily lit a cigarette and squinted slightly at the curling fog.

He couldn't remember how long it had been such a relaxing day, maybe ten years, maybe more than ten years.

He used to keep a diary, but he couldn't remember those two words clearly, so he gave up after a few attempts.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door.

Tus expertly pulled open the drawer where the revolver was placed, and his eyebrows slackened slightly until he saw his henchman appearing at the door.

I didn't stuff the drawer back in, though.

"Boss, the goods for the next transaction are ready." The man in the animal skin coat bowed his head slightly, and his knotted muscles looked powerful, but his face was not very smart no matter how he looked.

Hearing that the goods were finished, Tus's squinted eyes opened slightly, and his legs on the table were lowered.

"Take me over and have a look."

The strong man nodded respectfully.

"Okay, boss."

The two of them walked through the hallway one after the other and came downstairs.

There is a circular corridor with the center of the corridor the size of a playground, and the fiberglass walls connect the floor and ceiling, completely isolating the space from the outside world.

In the pre-war era, it was home to children's favorite rare animals, but now it is used by marauders as a prison cell for slaves.

Workbenches lay out in the clearing, and scrawny, poorly clothed slaves sat in front of them, probably with only two latex gloves at their most expensive equipment.

With their hands like reed sticks, they picked out a red clump of bacteria from the wooden frame beside them, put it in a petri dish, and carefully separated the active ingredients from it, for fear of making a mistake.

Marauders armed with iron pipe rifles stood by, keeping an eye on them.

It is worth mentioning that the red mushroom in the hands of these slaves is not a variant of slime mold, and there is no relationship between the two at all.

The thumb-thick red mycelium was tangled like noodles, and since it looked like a brain flower at first glance, it was called a brain fungus or brain mushroom by the wastelanders.

These clumps usually grow under trees with a high iron content, and they are difficult to cultivate artificially because they release red spores that have a strong hallucinogenic effect when harvested, which also leads to the high price of stimulant drugs such as "Dalimaru" and "Qiangling", which use brain bacteria as raw materials.

Interestingly, however, this red spore has a slight effect on the ironback, so it is occasionally eaten as a fruit by the ironback.

Thanks to the blue coats stationed here before, and thanks to their good stuff called "Psychic Interference Field", Tus made a lot of chips by summoning the monkeys outside.

Those monkeys are much easier to call than slaves, not only can they help him gather materials for medicine, but they can also help him fight the autumn wind everywhere, the only drawback is that they are not very smart, and the use of bows, spears, and Molotov cocktails is already the limit of what they can accept.

Otherwise, he would not have to keep those slaves in the cage, and let the monkeys directly dispense the medicine, and he could save two buckets of nutritional paste every day.

Tus's men removed boxes of small white vials from the "cage", leaving only two barrels full of green slime and tapped them with the butts of their guns.

The sound of the bell was like some kind of signal.

The slaves who heard this sound rushed to the two iron buckets like hungry mad dogs, and shoved the nourishing paste of unknown composition into their mouths with their hands.

The two marauders guarding the entrance, looking at the slaves who were grabbing food like pigs, closed the door to the "cage" with sarcastic expressions.

As the leader or boss of the marauders, Tus had no interest in the slaves, and his attention was all on the ten chests in front of him.

Ten boxes of "Powerful Pills", a total of 50 kilograms of goods.

It's not just the mercenaries who like to rely on these things to make tricks, but the nobles in the inner city of Boulder City also consume a lot. After all, their effect is immediate, not only to make people stronger in battle, but also outside of battle.

There are only side effects.

It's just that the eyes are bloodshot, as long as you don't eat one bottle at a time, you don't have to worry about any big problems.

“…… The Daggers in Boulder City are so interested in our goods that they offer to pay us three thousand chips. The man with a prosthetic eye in his left socket looked at Tus and bowed respectfully.

His name is Kunke, and he is also a lover of Powerful Pills, but since he exploded an eyeball, he has quit this thing.

After listening to the Dagger Gang's offer, Tus immediately scolded angrily.

"These sky-high vampires are getting more and more excessive! Don't think Lao Tzu doesn't know, a 1.2g tablet can sell for 10 chips! ”

"Tell them that 100 chips per kilogram is the bottom line, and 5,000 chips are not missing! If they don't want it, we go to someone else. Also, in addition to women, food, sugar, soap, and nutritional paste, let them bring more guns in the next transaction, and don't think about fooling Lao Tzu with those iron pipes. ”

Suddenly, a new alliance was formed in the north.

Tus didn't care too much, after all, Qingquan City is so big, and it takes more than 20 kilometers in a straight line from the east bank of Linghu Lake, and these 20 kilometers are not more difficult to walk than mountain roads.

His stronghold is hidden in the "deep mountains and old forests", and when the average wasteland guest sees that the vegetation here is so dense, his first reaction is to walk around, and he will never think of drilling into it.

It was precisely because of this that when the Chewing Bone Tribe came over, he didn't worry about it, and it was a big deal to join them himself.

However, the recent news of the annexation of Brown Farm, and the clamor for the abolition of slavery and the expulsion of the plunderers, made Tus feel a vague sense of unease.

Abolition of slavery?

Expel marauders?

Are these people fed and fed?

And how do they know who the predators are?

Especially yesterday, five uninvited guests came outside, and his men reported to him, and those people were wearing two sets of exoskeletons, which made Tus even more alarmed.

I wonder if these people are from the northern suburbs!

Considering that he might fight with those blue coats with brain problems in the future, he felt that he couldn't always take his men to have fun with them, and he had to consider hoarding some weapons to protect himself.

If he could, he even considered getting some guns for the monkeys.

Kunke nodded solemnly.

"Okay boss."

Looking at Kun Ke who looked like he was walking outside the door, Tus's brows stretched slightly, and he picked up a bottle of strong pills from the box and stuffed it into his pocket, preparing to go back to the bedroom to rest for a while.

However, at this moment, there was a loud explosion outside, and the walls and the ground were shaken.

The slaves crowded in front of the iron barrel to grab food raised their heads and looked around in horror, and the marauders guarding the door of the cage also had nervous expressions on their faces and clenched their rifles in their hands.

Standing firm on the handrail of the hallway, Tus glanced angrily left and right, grabbed his henchman and yelled.

"What happened?"

The henchman also looked confused.

On the one hand, it was shocked by the sound of the explosion, and on the other hand, it was yelled at by the boss.

"I, I'll go take a look outside."

"Go!"

Tus kicked him in the ass and hurried upstairs cursing.

The explosion seemed to kick off the performance.

Explosions rang out one after another around the reserve, and the tremor of the floor crept from the soles of his shoes all the way to his liver.

Even if he was stupid, Tuss knew what was going on outside.

Back in the security room he used as his office, he grabbed the walkie-talkie on the desk, pressed the switch and yelled loudly.

"Enemy attack!"

"I don't care where you are now, what you're doing, get out of your room immediately, get out of your room, get ready to fight!"

"We must not let them steal our treasure!"

"Never!"

The corridors of the Ecological Reserve are filled with the sound of screeching announcements.

The henchman who was sent outside to inquire about intelligence had just pushed open the iron door on the rooftop when a cannonball whizzed down in the forest a hundred meters away.

Boom ——!

The firelight flickered, kicking up billowing smoke and rubble.

Frightened by the explosion, the marauder bent down and trotted forward, along the curved railing, until he finally touched the tower made of wood and steel.

The entire dome-shaped ecological garden is covered with vegetation, and the tower hidden here is as inconspicuous as a branch in the woods.

The marauder rushed up and was about to curse the scout standing guard, only to find a corpse with a hole in the head lying behind the rattan concealment.

His hands and feet were cold, and cold sweat was dripping from his forehead in an instant.

He was covered in sweat and hair, and just wanted to turn back, his chest felt like he had crashed into a truck, and he was pressed to the ground by the huge kinetic energy.

"Two ...... Grass! I really let Elder Brother Fang guess correctly. "Lying on the roof of the half-collapsed building, Yashi pulled the bolt of the gun and withdrew the smoking shell.

"Hmm...... It's not entirely a guess," Fang Chang, who held the telescope in his hand, carefully observed the building in front of him, and analyzed, "If it's just bows and arrows and steel bars, those monkeys even have Molotov cocktails, and the bottles can be picked up, but the fuel can't be made by the monkeys themselves." ”

Lao Bai also nodded.

"Well, and those monkeys are obviously only active in the forest, but when we are close to the ecological park, it always feels deliberate."

Tempest didn't speak, he controlled the drone, correcting the coordinates for the player behind him.

Since the vegetation below was too dense to determine the exact location of the ironback ape, they opted for the tactic of spreading the barrage.

Sixteen rounds of salvos ended.

A total of thirty-two 88mm mortar shells were all discharged.

The player in charge of firing the mortar hides the mortar in a nearby building and changes into equipment to prepare for the front line.

At the same time, the roar of propellers can be heard in the sky, and a wooden plane with wings spread appears in the player's field of vision.

"Mosquitoes! Depend on! The mosquitoes are finally here. ”

Quit smoking excitedly waved his hand to the sky.

Seeing his teammates, Mosquito smiled and gave a thumbs up, then pulled on his homemade windshield goggles, and held the joystick with both hands to pull the nose up for a moment of dive and strafing.

Without further ado, the shiny one-handed axe and trolls with barrels thicker than fists were revealed, beckoning the brethren to prepare for battle.

All the members of the jungle corps are equipped with cheap and easy-to-use KV-1 exoskeletons, except for the regiment commander who kills chickens at midnight, almost everyone has an LD-47 light machine gun, each of which looks like a Rambo.

The Burning Corps, on the other hand, is a mix of multiple classes, with heavy infantry serving as mobile bunkers and ammo boxes, highly mobile light infantry, and even players who are not human.

And players like Fang Chang and Tempest, who are good at using personalized equipment, also brought the Pu-9 submachine gun of "fighting against people" this time, and are ready to sweep the building.

Trash-kun whipped the ground with his tail excitedly, and the steel claws tied to his arms shimmered.

Amber pupils constricted, and bloodthirsty roars erupted from their open fangs.

"It's time to kill!"