My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

"Master Manager, four of our sewage pipes have collapsed.

South of Qinggang City.

The slightly chaotic entrance and exit of the harbor shelter, with bombed-out ruins piled everywhere.

When he heard his subordinates coming to report the news, the short man who was leading people to clean up the area collapsed by the undead raised his head, and a hint of surprise flashed in his narrowed eyes.

The man's name is Kenza, and he is the current nominal manager of the harbor shelter.

There was always a strong fishy smell on his body, as if he had been soaked in the smell after sleeping in an unwashed fishing net for many days.

For this reason, many other shelter managers have ridiculed it more than once.

But in the face of these denials, Kensa suddenly didn't care at all.

Nothing else.

Over the past ten years or so, among dozens of shelters, there have only been two managers who were not selected by blood inheritance or normal referendum.

One is tiger hunting.

The second is him.

The difference is that the status of Yehu ten years ago was not much worse than that of the manager. Before becoming the manager, he had already mastered the military power of the entire Pingtan Refuge. He often went out to plunder and show force in the surrounding area, which could be described as ferocious. Famous!

And he is an extremely ordinary little fisherman in the harbor shelter. Even if he disappears, no one will ask him a question.

The huge gap between his birth status and other managers made Kensa never care about the ridicule.

And this is one of the key factors for him to become a manager.

"If it collapses, it will collapse. Continue to increase the intensity of sewage discharge and wash away the ashes as soon as possible."

After issuing orders to his subordinates nonchalantly, and watching them go away, Kensa showed a trace of satisfaction in his eyes.

When the sudden heavy fog brought everyone to this strange world some time ago, he only felt terrible.

The reason why the Harbor Shelter can maintain its current strength and status in Qingang City and continue to develop depends on the Merikal Sea next to it.

But the heavy fog brought everything over, but forgot about the sea.

It feels like we are all sports students who have been training for three years in high school, but an accident happened before they were about to take the physical examination.

Swimming was cancelled, and everything became running.

The physical education students who had been practicing running before were naturally ecstatic, but it was a devastating blow to the physical education students who were practicing swimming.

To put it more complicated, the harbor shelter has completely lost its competitiveness in this Qinggang city. It must find a new trade route or resource acquisition method as soon as possible in order to continue to develop. Otherwise, it will be left to nothing but shelters from behind. Eat away slowly.

To put it simply.

Harbor Shelter is almost done.

A strange world, an unknown environment, and ambitious neighbors.

This is not a time of peace and prosperity. In the postwar era, conflicts often break out and even nuclear wars resume. The belief in the postwar era is that the weak should eat the strong, and the strong should be respected.

Especially among the gopher guys, they implemented the law of the jungle to the extreme. On the surface, everyone was smiling, but in fact, behind the scenes, they wanted to kill each other quickly so that they could steal a share of the benefits.

In the past, when there were threats from gopher men in neighboring cities, the large and small forces in Qinggang City did not dare to fight with each other for fear of being taken advantage of by others.

But now

When he heard that Yehu dared to send people to massacre the caravan at the harbor that night, Kensa immediately realized and reacted.

Times have changed, and bullets have once again become the new law. Whoever has a bigger fist will be respected.

Whoever is ruthless enough can be feared by others.

If the Harbor Sanctuary behaves weakly, it will not only be deprived of its benefits by the hunting tigers, but also be included in the "bullying" queue by seemingly monolithic allies such as the Southern Suburban Alliance.

Harbor Shelter must prove their strength and courage.

He must also show the strength that a manager should have.

Even if this war is clearly known to be lost.

The result did not let him guess wrong. Although Hunter Tiger has aged much compared to ten years ago, and his iron bones have become less rigid, the foundation of Pingtan Shelter is still there after all. Those rigorous trainings The strength of the Pingtan Army trained in this way is simply terrifying.

Even if they are already at a disadvantage and are ambushed, the opponent can still rely on hard power to open a breakthrough and achieve counter-encirclement.

However, just when Kensa thought he had to pay a lot of price, the appearance of Sunny Harbor Sanctuary was beyond his expectation.

This kind of inexplicable justice is almost like a preference for harbor shelters.

Even these other shelters in Yugoslavia sent a continuous inquiry that night, trying to get a little extra information.

And this opportunity also allowed Kensa to suddenly see a glimmer of light in his despair.

He is not a reckless person.

Although it is not clear what the Qinggang Sanctuary is going to do, it is enough to use this tiger skin as a banner to force the hunting tiger to not further retaliate against the Harbor Sanctuary.

The harbor shelter really needs the city to be in chaos and return to the previous situation where everyone was in danger.

Even when the Rangers Alliance approached him later and wanted to ask him to bring a bomb into the lightning wall.

Kensa didn't know why, but he agreed to it as well.

And from then on, everything that continued to develop began to become "wonderful".

First, the bomb detonated successfully, attracting the attention of Sunny Harbor Shelter, and then the Rangers invaded in large numbers, turning the entire industrial area upside down.

In this case, Sunny Harbor Shelter launched a revenge for the sake of face, which has turned the city into extremely chaotic and disorderly, achieving the result he wanted to see before.

But what Kensa didn't expect was this.

Before Sunny Harbor Sanctuary could continue to track down the murderer, strange things happened one after another in this strange world.

The fearless undead return.

A greatly strengthened Radiant Beast.

and new neighbors starting to appear in the surrounding area.

"Chaos."

“Only with chaos can the harbor shelter develop!”

After taking a look at the hazy sky, Kensa opened his mouth and chuckled, showing his yellow teeth.

Qinggang Sanctuary is so strong, but it has ended up like this.

According to the latest news coming back, a big conflict has broken out within them.

The commander of the defensive industrial area actually let the homeless people in and openly admitted that they were residents of the Clear Harbor Shelter.

Boy, is he crazy?

Doesn't he know that these damn wanderers will be like locusts, lying on the body of the shelter and constantly sucking blood?

And it seems that many homeless people in the city have already set off to Clearport Shelter, hoping to become residents there.

Whoever dares to jump out first in this situation will naturally become the target of attack by others inside.

Kensa fully believes that in the next few months, or even within half a year.

Qinggang City will continue to maintain the previous false peace until another key point that promotes change arrives.

During this period, whoever can develop faster and adapt to the world better will be able to gain benefits in the following disputes!

The competition now is "hibernation"!

And this happens to be what he is best at.

Late at night.

A team of humans supporting each other staggered to the Tianyuan border.

Standing on the newly built warning wall.

Feng Tianmin, who was wearing a black military coat, walked down with a heavy expression. Looking at Feng Long who was silent at the front, he couldn't hold it back after all.

Snapped.

A loud slap in the face caused Feng Long to spin half a circle on the ground.

If it hadn't been for the support of someone next to me, I would have had to roll on the ground once or twice to get rid of the force.

"how many people?"

Feng Tianmin turned to look at the soaked nuclear rifle behind him, with a cold look in his eyes.

The latter's lips trembled and he made a weak mosquito-like sound:

"Two twenty-one."

A total of 170 Tianyuan troops went to fight in the southern suburbs. However, in order to maintain the perimeter's alert defense, only 102 people actually entered the underground pipes to go to the Red Core Refuge.

The terrifying death rate is close to 20%. This is no longer a mistake, but a crime!

They did not die on the battlefield, but in the water that spread throughout the pipeline.

They were not shot through the chest or head, but stayed in the dark and cold pipe forever with the endless feeling of drowning.

They could never come back and became the first people on the death list in Tianyuan Territory.

"The dead are gone, help them in."

He also walked down from the security wall and looked at the Tianyuan Army who had black dirt on their faces.

Su Mo said softly, but there was no trace of blame in his voice.

But just like this, everyone present lowered their heads in shame, feeling only fear for a moment.

"Lords, they all blame me. I was the one who told them about those plants."

The usually lively old man lost his calmness on his face, and his whole person was in a state of despair, as if his energy had been drained away.

Obviously it shouldn't be.

Obviously you shouldn't be so greedy!

Although everyone is a player, they are not players in the game.

There is no second life.

If you die, you will really die. You will never return to your hometown or see your relatives again!

"You did the right thing, but sometimes, doing the right thing doesn't mean it's the right choice."

Sumo looked at him and said.

"Go back and rest. You have done a good job by escaping. As for the others, just take those who are left and live with their will."

In fact, as early as when I heard that Feng Long led people into the sewers to break into the Red Core Sanctuary.

Sumo had already vaguely anticipated that something bad would happen.

Accidents often come from greed.

And as it happens, not everyone can restrain this greed.

There was a trace of emotion on the old Taoist's face.

Before approaching the border, he had already thought about the severe punishment he would endure.

But this way of handling

"Lord, don't worry, I will definitely live well!"

“Their sacrifice will never be let go to waste.”

"Um."

The separation of life and death has long been the main theme of the entire wasteland.

Frequent natural disasters will eliminate the stragglers one after another, shrinking the number of humans one after another.

Rather than remembering the deceased and living in the regrets and blanks they left behind, it is better to take a longer-term view.

Somo comforted himself in this way, but in the end he watched everyone leave the security gap and completely disappear from sight.

The depressed mood still hasn't calmed down even a little bit.

What was supposed to come came.

The arrival of the indigenous people did bring more opportunities to this land, but it also brought life-threatening risks.

Are you considering slowing down and raising the territory's productivity and combat effectiveness to a higher level before getting involved?

It has become something that he, the lord, urgently needs to consider.

Maybe it's time to hibernate.

These villagers without "special help" have done well within their ability.

As a lord, we should not continue to demand that they be better, but should give them more support and encouragement.

"Master, I feel that you are in a very low mood right now. Do you need me to play some uplifting music for you?"

The Zero in his pocket shook, heartlessly breaking the dull atmosphere.

"Wars and adventures are always accompanied by casualties. According to my recent studies, your residents don't seem to be that afraid of death."

"Yeah?"

"Yes! Big Data will not deceive Number Zero!"

There was even a little joy in Zero's tone. It was obvious that he still could not understand the meaning of death to human beings.

However, he was not wrong in predicting the attitude of the villagers.

It seems that everyone expected this day to come.

The impact of the death in battle did not spread to the point of no return throughout the Tianyuan territory.

In addition to keeping many people awake due to emo on the first night, the atmosphere became exciting again on the second day.

Several posts in memory of the waiter appeared on the game channel, with tens of thousands of replies.

It can be seen that the villagers did not completely let go of the deceased, but in another way allowed the deceased to live in eternal written records.

Early morning on the third day.

Several corpses of soldiers that were finally recovered yesterday, as well as their unidentifiable mutilated parts, were brought back in wooden boxes.

The hot flames steamed, sublimating the swollen and white body into powder and loading it into the jar.

Behind Tieshi Mountain, the funeral began under the gaze of tens of thousands of pairs of eyes.

"May the light of Mother Earth lead them home, to the place where we were born."

"May the fiery blood of China regenerate them again and become a part of us in another way."

"May pain and torture never come to you again."

"May the separation in this world no longer become a distant distance"

Standing on top of the raised earth bag, Qiao Yuansheng solemnly recited the eulogy.

Eight pure white jars with green earth patterns outlined were brought up and buried in the soil under the witness of everyone.

In this strange wasteland, the simplest wish of most people is to return to Earth.

Whether it is brought back alive or brought back in a jar.

Even if they die, they don't want to stay in this land where they have no sense of belonging.

After shoveling the soil for the last time, Somo stepped forward, gently picked it up and threw it on the slightly raised soil bag.

Then, he took the microphone from Yuan Sheng Qiao, and his tone was more solemn than ever:

"I promise we will bring them home one day."

"I promise!"