Little Red Riding Hood, who had been in shock and excitement since entering the base, squeezed to the front of the crowd, watching in fascination as Mosilaire made various gestures - in fact, Bender also wanted to see it, but he was pushed to the back by the crowd - and the "unlucky guy" of the tall and thin young man was also encountered, but with the advantage of his height, he could still see some pictures in the back of a group of black heads on tiptoe.

"What's it called?" Little Red Riding Hood, who was fascinated, couldn't help but ask, but after being viciously glanced at by the leader, he covered his mouth in amusement.

Fortunately, the young lady who was rudely interrupted was not annoyed, she just smiled gently, soothed Little Red Riding Hood's uneasiness with a soft voice, and answered her question softly, "This is called a touch screen, if there is a chance in the future, we will provide you with this technology." ”

Mosilaire then pulled out a list of weapon units and explained to the crowd gathered around the console how these powerful turrets worked and operated.

When she described the power of these turrets, Mosilaire used the "Obelisk of Light" to give everyone a simple example: if a fierce and cruel giant spider deliberately stood in the way of a well-equipped obelisk of light, then after a short aiming, the obelisk would fire a powerful red laser, instantly cutting the two-meter-tall giant creature into two halves of uniform size - although everyone didn't understand what the bright obelisk was and what the red laser was, they were still familiar with the giant spider.

The giant spider is a menacing insect that can be found in the wild and in burrows, the size of a bear, its heavy shell makes it difficult to kill, and its long serrated scythe makes it very deadly.

If you're lucky enough to attack a giant spider with an assault rifle, you'll need more than a dozen rounds, and if you're unlucky, you'll need one or two magazines to finish off these monsters with white cloudy blood - but the point is, these mighty giant insects often come in swarms - and the zombie hordes can be held back by strong walls, but the insect waves of monsters with huge fangs are invincible.

In fact, the few larger Vaults around Gathering Ground 3 were almost all finished like this.

This is where the mass destruction turrets introduced by Mosilare come into play: the Marauder railgun and the Punisher railgun.

The former is a giant turret that consumes a lot of energy and can quickly eject a large amount of high-speed rotating plasma from the muzzle of the gun to inflict devastating blows on a small area within 100 meters.

The latter is a large turret that fires magnetic railgun shells when combined with ancient satellites and GPS positioning systems that are still working in orbit, capable of delivering precision strikes around the world.

Then check out the large-caliber cannon turrets that surround the large turrets, the Magnetic Storm Coil Towers that attack enemies with directional arcs, and the Sniper Towers that can pierce 3cm steel plates with depleted uranium sniper projectiles – these are the amazing things that really blow the eyes of the dirt buns from Gathering Point Three!

Especially when they heard Miss Mosilaire, the liaison officer of the Fringe Colony, say that these things could work entirely on AI - or call a computer - the expression on their faces was even more exciting - it was unheard of for a turret to automatically aim and fire without human intervention!

Everyone except Bender had thought that the machine gun emplacements at the door were operated manually!

The team leader expressed his desire to order a batch of these powerful turrets in the future, and Mosilaire verbally agreed—although their own turrets were still broken, it did not prevent her from promising empty promises to others.

Mosilaire then took them on a tour of several outbuildings, but she didn't open the heavy mechanical gates for them to go in to see the expensive treasures, but took them around the outside and headed back to the main body - of course, wherever they went, there were turrets rising from the ground and watching their every move.

After a few laps, it was more than five o'clock in the evening. It was getting dark, so Mosilaire asked everyone to sit in the spacious dining room first, and he and Winnie, who had quietly come down from the roof, went to cook dinner for the big guys, who had been steadily sniping zombies with a charged rifle on the rooftop when Mosilaire had appeared to receive and monitor the armed personnel at the gathering place.

No one asks stupid questions about why there are only so many people in the fringe colonies - because no one knows if any AI-controlled machine gun turrets will descend from the open ceiling and head at them the next moment after asking the question.

So the big guys sitting around the big table looked a little restrained, and only Little Red Riding Hood and Mr. Knife of the Edge Colony talked happily, but soon the smell wafting from the kitchen attracted everyone's attention.

Mr. Lao Dao swallowed his saliva and said mysteriously to the guests who came to the gathering place: "I have you delicious food tonight!" ”

But Lao Dao seemed to have forgotten that such sentences are easy to cause ambiguity, so the guests who came from afar in the No. 3 gathering place were all startled, but fortunately Lao Dao realized his mistake and added: "Miss Mosilaire is a master of cooking, you are going to enjoy a great oral taste!" ”

Tonight's dinner was attended by 21 guests from the gathering place and 3 colonists from the fringe colonies, and the busy Mosileelle and Winnie had to prepare a dinner for up to 24 people, and how to make the most delicious and hearty food with the limited ingredients at hand was really difficult for Miss Mosileelle - but fortunately, some of the promised food had already been delivered, otherwise Mosilele might have to use the greens and cabbage in the cold storage to serve the guests.

Mosilair first went to the cold storage to inspect the grain, and this time only 50 kilograms of the 200 kilograms promised in the negotiation were brought to the gathering place, and the ingredients in two sacks were potatoes, soybeans and a little sweet potato, and a small bag of about 4 or 5 kilograms of rice - these ingredients were still not very rich.

Mosilele picked up a few chunks of fresh potatoes and sweet potatoes and headed back to the kitchen - since he didn't have enough on hand, he had to disassemble and get some from packaged survival foods.

Mosilaire and Winnie were busy in the kitchen, while Little Red Riding Hood and Old Knife were still muttering something together, and I am afraid that they would not be able to stop for a while.

Although he was startled by the old knife just now, the people sitting around the large dining table gradually relaxed their vigilance in the aroma of food wafting in the air, and began to chat with their companions in a casual manner, intending to divert their attention and relieve the hunger in their stomachs in this way.

Never before had the crowd gathered around a large table with dozens of people waiting for the delicious food to arrive—a meal that seemed a bit like a family dinner in the old days, but not as many and not as crowded—not to mention that they weren't related to each other at all, and a few people, like Bender and the unlucky guy sitting next to him, didn't even know each other's names before.

It's the end of the world, and survivors are used to being alone, because no one knows how or when they're going to die – maybe one moment you're stolen on a giant spider you've killed, and the next you've been shot to death with a rough bow by a primitive tribe's dumb melon – or maybe you've not been shot on the spot, but you've been treated for a wound and you've been suffering from your long-missed grandfather and grandmother.

Even you and your companion you've known for years, who have been born and died together several times, may get into an argument over a bottle of well-preserved whisky buried in the ruins – and of course, only one person can get out of the ruins and enjoy the spirits in their throats.

As for the dead guys? Please, no one will remember him—there are so many people who die on this land every day—and perhaps the hungry wolves who feasted on this corpse would be grateful from the bottom of their hearts to this unknown hairless monkey who "dared to give his life".

Wow, maybe the hungry wolves will erect a monument to him!

So it's a wonderful feeling of people huddled next to each other now, and it undoubtedly brings people closer to each other in the gathering place, and eases the estrangement and distrust of the people who have been in the car before - after all, no one wants you to be dead, and the partner who was talking and laughing with you one second will even rip off your pants the next second - if it's a stranger who has never talked to each other before, maybe you'll feel a lot better.

But at least for this time, inside this strong, powerful fortress, the people sitting in the warm light did not have to worry about their heads moving the next moment, as they did when they were camping in the wilderness, and they did not have to worry about whether their companions would add something to the water glass handed to them.

Even Mr. Luden, the leader of the team, who usually drooped his old face covered with pleats like a Shar Pei, showed a rare smile when talking to the worker next to him, Fijadra—it was impossible for these two people from different classes to talk to each other at all—although the two of them looked obscene and deliberately lowered their voices and smirked, and at a glance they knew that they were quietly talking about something that only adults could understand.

The conversation between the big guys has evolved from the occasional whisper to a lively wasteland survival experience exchange meeting filled with laughter, laughter, scolding, and laughter.