In order to build up the armed forces, Gao Jun broke his head.

Originally, I was going to get a military rank like this in my previous life.

But after thinking about it, there is no need for this at the moment, they are all recruits, and after a few battles and survive, they can become veterans.

Off-duty soldiers are not so easy to train.

You'll have to teach them how to shoot, how to dodge when attacked, how to fight back, how to defend, etc.

Don't think that holding a broken gun is the boss of the sky, the second in the earth, and the third in yourself.

In the event of a large-scale battle, the cost of human life is no slower than that of bullets.

But the Vault doesn't have enough bullets for them to consume right now, so they can only ask Alan to explain the function of the weapon to them first, and if they go off and kill themselves, they will really die laughing.

"The N99 pistol, which uses 10mm pistol cartridges, has a loading of 7 rounds, a single shot, and a range of about 300 meters, but I don't recommend that you waste ammunition like this, like this gun is badly worn." Allen held an N99 pistol in his left hand and explained to the soldiers of the corps sitting cross-legged below, "The maximum lethal range is only 50 meters, it is a close-range weapon, the insurance is in the back, if you see it, press it with your thumb, and you can shoot." ”

He put down his pistol and picked up a rifle next to him, "The Vault Führer Type 98 rifle, the manual safety is located at the back of the bolt, the left is for shooting, and the right is for safety, the magazine capacity: 5 rounds, caliber 7.92 mm, full of lethality in the face of ordinary xenomorphs, if it hits a person, one shot may not die, but the second shot will definitely kill it." ”

The Tinder Shelter Führer Type 98 rifle is actually the Mauser Gwell 98 rifle, with a different name.

After all, if you want to do an arms business in the future, you can drive advertising benefits in your name, so why not?

"The above two guns are the standard weapons of the Corps, that is, your partners who will accompany you for a long time in the wasteland, and I will shout the name below."

"Mao Zhao"

"Yes."

The man sitting cross-legged below raised his hands and shouted excitedly.

Allen's face darkened, "I'm going to shout!" Tell you how many times, push-ups 100. ”

Mao Zhao's expression froze, and he looked at the head of state standing not far away, and could only do it in a muffled voice.

"Kone!"

"Here!"

The effect of killing chickens and monkeys is good, and the originally slightly lazy atmosphere below suddenly disappears, and the name is called to trot.

At this time, Gao Jun appeared.

He took the rifle from Allen's hand, handed it to Konne, and patted him on the shoulder, "I hope you will take your weapon and protect the shelter." ”

PUA!

It's PUA!

But how could anyone in the wasteland have ever seen such a move?

I felt moved and my blood boiled.

Kone shouted excitedly, "Defend the Vault to the death!" ”

This time, the selection of the corps is all young people, no more than 20 years old, first of all, of course, they are the best in physical strength, and secondly, they still have hot blood, unlike old fritters in the wasteland, which have long been smoothed out by life.

"Next... Calculate height. ”

……

What man doesn't have ambitions?

When the heirloom jade seal is not in your hand, isn't it just a stone?

When you're lucky, get your hands on it: quack! I am the destiny of heaven!

Weapons and armies are too powerful for men.

Looking at the first armed force in his hand, Gao Jun looked left and right, and felt that he could fine-tune it again.

"What do you think, how about a Winchester M1897 shotgun?" He turned to Bell and asked.

The latter was immediately confused.

"Führer, the recoil of this shotgun is too great, they definitely can't master it at the moment, and besides, the cost is too great, we can't afford to equip it at all."

Belch...

Do you want to be so direct?

Buying weapons for eight people from the system, the N99 pistol used 80 energy points, plus the purchase of 2 rifles, 36 energy...

Spent 10 points to buy 100 pistol bullets.

All the rest bought rifle bullets, and there were only 24 of them, 1 energy each, which is not cheap!

Fortunately, the system is quite conscientious, and at least you can buy a rifle to fill it with bullets, but on average, the average rifle ammunition per person is only 8 rounds.

The 300 points of energy that I worked so hard to get were gone all at once.

You see......

Is this army something that ordinary people can move?

also has to add food, of course, it is different from ordinary residents, three meals a day, and nutrition, eight people a day, he can support more than 20 ordinary residents.

"After they train for a while, they can be sent out to clear the xenomorphs, I need energy crystals."

I was busy farming, and I didn't do my daily tasks.

When the combat effectiveness is formed, someone will share the burden for themselves.

The heart is beautiful.

Gao Jun put his hands behind his back and inspected the outpost camp.

In half a month, 15 bungalows have been built, of course, there is only one floor, and now there is no technology to build a double-storey western-style building, and the blue bricks and black tiles are particularly "poetic".

He plans to digest this batch of buildings by the time of the internal civil servants.

Priority is given to the employees of the supply and marketing cooperatives and the soldiers of the Roaring Legionnaires, but of course they need money, 50 points of work.

The rest will be evenly distributed to those "model workers" who are particularly outstanding in their work, and the price is 80 cents.

According to the current production of 5 brick kilns per day, about 1000 ~ 1500 pieces can be produced, or it will not be long before everyone can live in a brick house.

The days are getting better day by day.

…

Yuma Chau.

After Xing Yangde returned from the Tinder Shelter, he didn't go to other gathering places, but planned to digest the flintlock pistol first.

"Yo, Ah Xing, you are still alive, you are not dead outside, those beggars have killed a lot of people."

The guards standing outside, dressed in black armor and wearing helmets, held a rare double-barreled flintlock pistol, obviously showing signs of modification, said with a smile, his chin slightly chinned, pointing out of the city.

I saw more than a dozen figures sneakily following behind, pointing and pointing, but they didn't dare to move forward.

Xing Yangde smiled: "It's not like the two of you are guarding here, they don't dare to mess around." ”

"Entrance fee." As he spoke, he took the cap out of his pocket and stuffed it into the box next to him.

"Five."

Xing Yangde was stunned, raised his head, and saw the guard's smiling expression, so he quickly nodded, took out two more from his pocket and handed them over.

"Count yourself interesting, go in, you are also an old man, I won't tell you the rules."

The guard padded the bottle cap in his hand and said with satisfaction.

Xing Yangde nodded, led the mutant yak and walked inside, looked back, and the robbers outside were unwilling to scatter.

These people...

Unable to afford to enter the city, some of the survivors gathered outside, and slowly formed a robber culture, which was originally built outside Yumazhou, but the nobles in the city couldn't see that the survivors had no food.

Then the garrison went out and drove them all away.

Of course, it also caused them to resist, that is, as long as someone came out, they robbed, but most of the people who went out alone were poor, and the rich hired mercenaries, and there were guns and people, and the robbers did not dare to rob them.

For this kind of thing, the garrison of Yumazhou should not have seen it.

Anyway, bandit culture is also a component of the wasteland.

Stepping into the city, Xing Yangde breathed a sigh of relief.

The first precept of Yumazhou: No conflict!

You can see the guards patrolling back and forth, staring fiercely at pedestrians.

Order remained in the city.

Everywhere you look, armed men with wheeled muskets and hair tied are mercenaries.

For the sake of money, sell everything in the industry.

The nobles of Yumazhou criticized them as a dirty industry, and their only use was to accept the employment of merchants, or to use them as cannon fodder when the city suffered from the "beast tide".

Many survivors who can't survive will join in.

Yumazhou has a permanent population of about 3,000 people, and the collection of taxes alone is a huge wealth.

Xing Yangde is also an old man, and he met some familiar people on the road and greeted each other.

He walked to the door of a store that hung the "House of Hope" and bolted the mutant yak to the pole at the door, carried the sack and walked in.

The interior is very simply decorated.

A white-haired old man, with a pair of glasses, was making calculations, heard the voice, raised his head, and a smile appeared on the wrinkled old face, "No wonder I woke up in a good mood today, it turned out that an old customer came." ”

"Hope, you're changing again?"

The other party sighed, "As I get older, my vision is getting blurred and blurred, and Lady Mary sells it too expensive, and this pair costs 200 bottle caps." ”

He seemed to be whining, but also like showing off.

Xing Yangde hated itchy, "Then you should go and buy a pair of growler's eyes, boil the soup and drink the eyes." ”

Old Hopga snorted and rolled her eyes at him.

"That's killing xenos, there were two xenomorphs in the last time, if it weren't for the last launch of the stone cannon, Yumazhou would have been breached, but a lot of mercenaries also died, and in the end, the xenos were divided equally by the upper nobles, I didn't even see it..."

"Is there a way you can get it?"

Xing Yangde's old face turned red, if he could get it, would he still be a small wandering businessman alone?

"Look at how much these can sell!" He said that he could not be the other party, and took out the flintlock pistol from the sack and asked.

"Huh?"

Old Hope pushed down, "Where did you get so many flintlock pistols?" ”

"Don't you never ask why?"

"I'm sorry."

Old Hope said casually, but he didn't apologize at all.

"You're lucky, but the flintlock pistols aren't very well maintained, and I can smell the urine on them, which is a maintenance measure peculiar to those damn nomads."

Xing Yangde's eyes flashed, "You don't have to be such a low-priced guy, I believe in you, so I came to you." ”

Old Hope nodded, "However, the weapon market is relatively large, those mercenaries or big families will buy it, and the price I can give you is 300 caps for a flintlock pistol." ”

Then these 4 are 1200!

You can hire two small workers, or even find another mercenary, and expand the caravan.

Xing Yangde was excited, but his expression had to pretend to be embarrassed.

"Put away your performance, the hyenas outside the city are more like you." Old Hope was straightforward.

"1300, my price."

More than 100 is 100.

"Deal!" Xing Yangde said with a smile.

Old Hope looked at him and raised his head, "Do you want a bottle cap or a Yumazhou banknote?" ”

"Bottle cap! The banknotes are too hard to wipe their butts. ”

"The most important thing is that the outside gathering place doesn't recognize banknotes, this thing is too friendly, and if it is not preserved well, it will become tattered, or the bottle cap is better."

Old Hope nodded and lit the cap himself.

"You should be hiring a worker." Xing Yangde looked at his grinding appearance, a little itchy.

Hope didn't answer this time, just stopped.

"Hey, how many have I counted?"

Xing Yangde: "******! ”