Gao Jun tensed.

Glancing around vigilantly, he took off the troll he was carrying behind his back and put his index finger on the trigger.

He also felt that something was wrong.

It's so quiet!

In the wilderness, excessive silence and clutter are a sign of danger.

Suddenly, a gun barrel stretched out from the ruins crawling with vines in front of him, aimed at Gao Jun, and a gunshot rang out.

Didn't hit!

Instead, he revealed the place where he was hiding.

"Spread out, get down!" Gao Jun shouted.

Bang—

Trolls shoot flames.

But the distance was too far for the bullet to hit the target, but the ruins next to it were hit, and the walls were blown out.

At this time, seven or eight people rushed out from all directions, dressed in animal skins, holding various weapons, and their eyes and pupils were very scarlet.

"Nomad?!"

Looking at these characteristic pupils, Gao Jun knew them at once.

Nomads are not uncommon in the wasteland, especially in the wilderness, and even common, these people know by name and enjoy "freedom".

They do not farm, they live by hunting and grazing, chasing different species, often migrating, and occasionally doing business, and the main customers of the temporary market mentioned by the old sheep man are actually these nomads.

They have in their hands what the processing plant needs.

I heard that the mutant yak was the first to be tamed.

Nomads are typical opportunists, they will do it as long as there is a profit, but they are good at fighting, and occasionally make a cameo appearance as a bandit.

Anyway, this kind of unskilled work, rush out with a weapon, shout a few words, and those wilderness survivors will obediently hand in their things.

There is no monitoring on this wasteland.

It's all over, you can't afford to eat, and under certain circumstances, anyone can become a predator.

These people rushed up and wanted to kill Gao Jun and Allen, without saying anything about the scene.

The nomad who fired the gun stood behind, flintlock pistol.

But often walking by the river, how can there be no wet shoes, there will always be hard stubble.

It's not ......

"Grass! Dare to rob your grandfather? Gao Jun smiled evilly and picked up the Winchester M1897 shotgun with one hand, loaded it, and fired it at the man who was running fastest in front of him with two feathers stuck in his head.

You're really old birthday boys eating pizza – there's arsenic hidden in it.

In the previous life, since the birth of Makqin, the nomads have become good at singing and dancing, and today I will show these wasteland nomads what it is called, the crushing of the weapon gap!

The other party's chest was directly blown out, and half of the human body was almost gone.

Alan also pulled the trigger, and the two of them went one after the other, and when the flintlock pistol was finished, many of the players on the field were already lying on the ground.

The nomad gunman also simply knelt on the ground, pouting his ass and surrendering.

In fact, the power of the trolls had already frightened the nomads, and three of the eight people were killed, and the remaining five knelt on the ground and surrendered.

"You're tired of it!" Alan pointed the gun at the head of one of them, and the other was so frightened that he peed, and a foul smell came to his face.

Gao Jun pressed the muzzle of his gun, "Don't kill him, the shelter is short of people now, pull these captives to do hard labor." ”

How wasteful is it to kill?

Let them atone for their sins!

Frightened Lao Tzu, isn't it a sin?

"Tie their hands." Gao Jun turned back to the serfs who were shrinking behind and said that these people were excited, and hurriedly rushed over, holding down the captives in three or five strokes, and finding thorns to lock their feet.

There are barbs on the thorns, and you can't run fast if you want to.

That's how Changshu farms treated serfs.

The group is back on the road.

……

On the other side, outside the bomb shelter.

Yu Gu is breathing outside.

I noticed Gao Jun and others who rushed back.

It's just that...

How did the two people who went out come back and become a dozen?

Yu Gu limped and greeted him, "Boss Gao, you're back, is the road going well?" ”

"When I met a few nomads who wanted to rob us, the thieves who didn't open their eyes, fired a few shots, killed a few people, and behaved, what about them?"

"In a bomb shelter."

"Go and call them up, I have something to explain, forget it, your leg is not good, let Alan go."

After a while, the old man crawled out of the air-raid shelter, and when he saw Gao Jun, his face was relieved, and he didn't know when it started, they had already regarded him as a leader.

"I've got a few things to do when I called you."

"These are serfs from Changshu Farm." Gao Jun pointed to one place, and several people in Yu Gu looked at each other, and they were all a little overwhelmed.

Didn't you say itinerant merchants?

Apparently, there is clearly a refuge here!

"I declare that your freedom will be restored, and from now on you will not be serfs, you will enjoy the rights and respect of a freeman in the Tinder Refuge, and no one can enslave you."

Freeman?!

The serfs were stunned, they didn't know why they couldn't control their tears, and they felt the shackles on their shoulders loosen.

Others lay on the ground and wept bitterly.

They don't know why they changed the name, it makes people so excited, perhaps, after being squeezed for a long time, the desire for freedom, even if it is dead in the wilderness, is better than being a serf on the farm.

"You guys!"

Gao Jun pointed to the prisoners of war, and the gang were like quails, trembling, but they could only pray that the nobles above would be lighter in their judgment.

"You will pay the price for your actions, you will use three years of labor to compensate us for the loss, any laziness, running away, self-harm will be severely punished, of course, we will guarantee your basic rights, such as two meals a day."

Of course, Gao Jun also knew that in addition to punishment and pardon, people had to see hope.

Otherwise, there are still people who will run.

"Starting today, the shelter will have a division of work system."

"My lord, what is the work sharing system?" The old man looked at him and said.

"It is a labor remuneration system that uses labor as a measure and distribution of personal consumer goods, which means that the more you work, the better you eat, for example, one work, in addition to two fixed meals of green rice every day, you can also buy 50g of meat, and a plate of white siad..."

In fact, such a small number of people can be supported by the food of the shelter today, but people are lazy and contrasting, when you find that you are very diligent, but the kind of lazy person eats as much as you eat every day, your heart is unbalanced.

This can slow down progress.

When the time comes, it's just going to be a mess inside.

Rules and order are the first things to establish in the refuge.

"Meat?"

The new inhabitants, who had just left serfdom, swallowed.

"There is only one sentence, there is a work, as long as there is a shelter, you can use it, there is no work, others eat and you watch, if you want to earn work, then work hard."

"You criminals can also exchange points for freedom, 100 points for a year in prison, of course, the Tinder Shelter will not squeeze anyone, you are also allowed to exchange for meat, but 2 points can be exchanged for 50g."

Can we eat meat too?

At this moment, the flames that wanted to escape were extinguished a lot, and when they ran out, it seemed that they would starve to death.

"My lord, how do we get our work?" A new resident whispered a question.

"The criminals and residents are divided into two waves, on one side, the four people, the old man and Yu Gu, the two of you each bring a batch, take tools and cut down the trees around them, 50 fist lengths are counted as 1 work, which of you group does the most, and an additional 100g of meat will be rewarded!"

Tape measures are rare in wasteland, and the concept of meters is there, but most people like to measure with their fists, and the length of a fist is about 10cm.

100g of meat, in the wilderness, is enough for two waves of people to fight.

What do the survivors eat the most?

Nutritional paste!

In fact, it is a kind of mixed paste made of cockroaches, mice, earthworms, these leftovers, if it is processed in a serious factory in Yumazhou, maybe there will be less garbage in it, but if it is a small workshop, I'm afraid you don't know what to eat.

Sometimes, giving doesn't mean earning.

But in the Tinder Shelter, Gao Jun set this rule, which gave people hope, and it was much safer to work than to hunt beasts in the wilderness.

"My lord, what about us?" The woman was very anxious next to her, and she panicked when she heard that she couldn't eat and drink for nothing.

Dumb and the little girl also had their eyes open.

"You are in charge of the canteen, and the remaining two people follow you, and you have to record how much you use every day, and you will be counted as 1 cent a day, and Dumb and Ami will help out, and children under the age of 12 in the Tinder Shelter can have 50g of meat per day, not counting the work."

Children are the future, and Gao Jun is willing to pay more.

"Okay, work hard every day, everyone will have a good life, you have the right people, and send the food to the warehouse first."

Some of the criminals and new residents were old and couldn't do much work, so they followed the women to help clean up the bomb shelters by the way.

With a goal, everyone's energy and spirit are obviously different.

Dozens of kilograms of things were carried a little by one person and put into the warehouse.

Each of them saw the yak meat on the ground, a big lump, which was also deliberately done by Gao Jun, and they had to let them see it, otherwise they thought they were bragging.

Sure enough, after seeing the contents of the warehouse, they were immediately excited.

Crowding around their respective team leaders, they took their tools and began to cut down trees.

If you want to get rich, build roads first!

And Gao Jun and Alan are registering food in the warehouse, there are too few people who can read and write in the wasteland, 99% of them are illiterate, and those who can add or subtract within 10 are talents, if they can multiply and divide, it is simply a fucking genius.

Of course, it's not that there aren't elites.

The official organization of Yumazhou must be full of elites.

That place...

Gao Jun hasn't been there yet.

However, according to the survivors who have been there, there is light over there, and it is bright even in the night, so it must be electricity.

Alan stood up and stretched.

"We now have 40 kilograms of green corn, 10 kilograms of green mushrooms, 5 kilograms of white woad and about 200 kilograms of yak meat, but the weather has been rising lately, and the yak meat needs to be processed, otherwise it will be wasted in a few days."

Alan was also a little worried, "It would be nice if there was salt, we could marinate it." ”

Salt is much more expensive than grain.

However, there is no seawater nearby, and it will take a while to refine it, so I can only think of other ways.

Gao Jun's mind resounded in his mind the operation of the elders in the past, when there was no refrigerator and salt was expensive, it seemed to be smoked.

Although some beef ganba is smoked and hung on the beams, as long as it is cut, it is a high-protein worm, but the shelf life is undoubtedly extended.

What's wrong with eating some high-protein bugs in the wasteland?

And what about nutrition.

Even if it's rotten, some people will eat it.

"Don't worry about that, just leave it to me."

Alan nodded, "However, this food is enough for us to eat for about a month, and we must store food for at least three months, otherwise, we will not be able to deal with the sudden disaster." ”

Build a shelter...

It's not easy!

……