My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

Chapter 1052 Security needs, the first joint attack of the Western Suburbs Alliance!

It was finally possible to possess a deterrent weapon that would make madmen fearful. After Lu Kuan looked forward to the future excitedly for a while, he left with full of longing.

Power stones can induce explosions!

How fresh!

There is no weapon of the same specifications that is cheaper than the energy stone, or the latter is simply zero cost.

As long as the energy stones under the ground are not completely mined, it means that the territory has almost unlimited super weapons.

Moreover, the energy stone batteries used in the two personnel carriers weigh less than one kilogram.

Calculated based on current reserves

Good guy, I don’t even dare to think about it.

Especially considering that there are two cards in hand that can restore resource reserves, and the system can also use survival points to increase reserves.

Sumo is looking forward to advancing the research on energy stones to the next stage as soon as possible.

At that time, the territory's external offensive methods would not be as poor as they are now, and even if you take care of some radiation beasts, you can consider whether they can beat them.

On the other side, the village chief Chen Shen also came over after hearing the news, with obvious worry on his face.

"There was another message from the bunker just now. Their guards suffered heavy casualties, and only a few of them were still standing and talking."

"The advance team met the owner there, and she requested reinforcements from our Western Suburban Alliance to move in."

"And we also placed a very exaggerated arms order. The profit is enough for us to trade with the two shelters in the western suburbs for a whole month."

Logically speaking, the village chief Chen Shen should be very happy to suddenly get such a super order.

But in fact, he was not happy at all.

The straight-line distance between the Pumpkin Bunker and the territory is two hundred and fifty kilometers, and including the detour, it is at least about three hundred kilometers.

The one-way time is now about four hours and fifty minutes, almost five hours.

Even if the route is familiar, the time cannot be cut in half. Three hours of standing against the sky is the limit.

So what if the arms can be sold there, the territory now needs more than just the supplies on the account.

How to spend these materials reasonably and improve the strength of the entire territory is what needs to be considered most at the moment.

Sumo stretched out his hand, patted Chen Shen's shoulder slightly and said with a smile.

"Don't be so nervous. Shouldn't we celebrate getting a big order? I heard that the Doomsday Madman has come to you several times and wants you to purchase a big order for the village in the name of the village chief."

"You have never agreed, and you have also issued a decree to limit the difficulty of obtaining gun licenses, causing the weapons factory's profits to plummet."

"Now he is happy. This order for pumpkin bunkers is enough for the weapons factory to work until next month, or even the month after that."

Is he happy?

He was happy, but I was unhappy!

Chen Shen was stunned for a moment, and the image of the madman licking his face every time to get an order flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but reveal a wry smile on his face.

Having a gun in the hands of every resident in the village is not always a good thing in a sense.

After the current guard team has been expanded, the number is sufficient to meet daily patrol needs.

Coupled with the support of the Tianyuan Army, there is no need for ordinary residents to go to the front line with guns in the short term.

And the most critical point.

The metal aging disaster is coming.

This was the reason why he repeatedly rejected orders from the weapons factory. That thing was no longer needed and would break if stored.

Maybe the guns that the residents spent a lot of money to buy were turned into a pile of scrap metal after the disaster was over in a month or two.

The economic bubble generated by this is extremely detrimental to the development of the territory and the village.

"I know, but what if the owner there finds out that we sold a lot of junk that will break down in a short time?"

"Also, the distance between us is too far. Once the trading route is known to those gopher guys in the southern suburbs or the Sunny Harbor Sanctuary, unnecessary accidents will easily occur."

The indigenous people did not know the information about the disaster.

Now they can't reveal that the metal aging disaster is coming.

Even if the owner of the bunker doesn't care about it, it would be bad if the residents found out that the weapons sold in the territory were garbage.

The 6,000 people there, because of their status as slaves, were the best labor force.

The future plan is to conquer everyone in the bunker.

After hearing Chen Shen's concerns, Sumo fell into deep thought.

Weapons sold in the past would soon turn into junk, which he had not thought of before.

To be honest, while the rate of metal aging has indeed been increasing recently, it's not really noticeable in player territory.

Those who were severely affected were mainly the indigenous people.

According to the news shared within the alliance, large areas of underground pipes in the city have collapsed recently due to the use of metal.

Because of the sparse population in the western suburbs, it can still be maintained.

But in the more densely populated southern suburbs and northern suburbs, the people responsible are already extremely busy.

Somo touched his chin and thought.

"Maybe it's not weapons they need."

"I have to think about this carefully"

Even if everyone in the bunker has a pistol without guards, so what? Do we still expect the slaves to go out and fight?

The owner of the bunker is not so naive that ordinary people engaged in production can get buffs by holding a gun and instantly become a combatant.

The reason why they need a large number of weapons is ultimately a sign of lack of security.

If "security" can be satisfied, the transaction items do not have to be real guns.

Maybe something else would work?

January 8th, Year Two of the Wasteland Calendar, the third day after the Thousand Illusions Mist disappeared.

The collapsed concrete walls of the pumpkin bunker were repaired by residents in just one night.

Although traces of repairs can still be seen at the gaps, the closed wall stacks finally gave the residents inside a sense of security that they had not seen for a long time.

On the streets inside the bunker, figures in dark green uniforms walked in groups, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding residents.

They were the new recruits who joined the Guard early this morning.

Due to the heavy casualties suffered by the guard team yesterday, only one or two familiar faces could be seen in several recruit teams.

The automatic rifles inherited from their predecessors were clumsily held in their hands, and they suppressed the fear in their hearts while patrolling.

"Honestly, it's really not a good idea for us to be the guards."

Looking at the hopeful eyes of other residents around him, a recruit couldn't help but complain.

If the bunker is still around the Holy City, the outside is extremely safe and only needs to be responsible for internal conflicts.

Being a guard may be a fat job, with status above ordinary slaves.

But now

Last night's guard selection was conducted in a total of nine rounds, in descending order.

Those who didn't win were elated and excited, as if the red lottery they got determined life or death.

The faces of those who won the lottery were ashen, and some even went home and wrote their last words.

No matter how much Guard Captain Nat comforted them and told them that reinforcements from the Western Suburban Alliance were coming, they just needed to fight.

But it is still too unrealistic to expect a group of slaves who usually only hold farm tools to cooperate well in fighting.

Walking in front of the team, Santi, the only veteran in the patrol, exhaled a breath of white air and shouted to the new recruits.

"Relax, you're not going to die."

It sounded like comfort and reassurance.

But it could be heard from Santi's low tone that he obviously didn't have any confidence.

The team moved forward and finally came to the guard's office to combine.

This is a cluster of buildings with a very oriental charm, similar to an ancient school field, surrounded by walls and an open training ground inside.

Five blue-tiled houses are lined up beside the training field, and some training equipment is placed in the center of the field.

There were a total of eighty selected recruits. When they were all gathered together, the scene was much more spectacular than yesterday.

Guard Captain Nat looked at them again and again. It wasn't until the male gun brother and his group came out of the room that he looked away from the new recruits.

"Dear envoy, this is the guard team we have summoned temporarily and will be responsible for the next security tasks of the bunker."

"If the alliance wants garrison troops to come in, every one of them can become a service member of the garrison."

“Trust me, they are absolutely great at serving!”

Serve?

Nat's sales pitch amused the veteran.

This is the first time I’ve heard that the Guard’s specialty is service. Isn’t this funny?

The male gunman next to him was much more serious, and he still said with a straight face:

"We haven't received any news of the garrison's arrival. I'm afraid we have to let them guard the current bunker."

Nat nodded quickly.

"I know, but with their strength, if they encounter an enemy like yesterday"

It's not that he's trying to force her to marry him, but that he's stating the reality.

Even though the guards were lined up neatly in the training ground, they seemed to have been trained regularly.

But if they really wanted to fight, it would probably take less than a minute to run away and lose sight of anyone.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and after making sure that there was no anger on the male gun brother's face, he continued to speak.

"We are willing to pay generous remuneration to hire Alliance soldiers. They will have food expenses, war rewards, pensions, and all kinds of benefits that we have heard of. We can provide them. This is Master Promised."

"In addition, if the number of garrison troops exceeds one hundred, the master will also provide an additional rare technology that is only circulated in the academy, which can help you better establish uninterrupted communications. Yes, yesterday the envoys and the alliance The communication master probably knows the specific situation, and she is willing to share this technology. And if the number of garrison troops exceeds three hundred, the master will add two more items to this quota and share more precious technology with you."

"Also, if an enemy comes to invade and attack, the main alliance's garrison can defeat it. Then every time it wins, the master will give a technology as a gift until the academy's legion arrives."

Materials, population, or land can all be taken by force.

But knowledge alone is not enough.

In a way, it's priceless.

For people who don't need it, even if they are buying a piece of toilet paper, they have to think about whether it is worth it.

But to those who need it, it is more precious than tons of gold.

Catalina knows that with the strength of the alliance, everything here may be regarded as their own in advance.

Then besides that, there are other things that can make these people tempted.

I'm afraid only the inventory in her head is left, as well as some technical information collected in the academy many years ago.

"I will inform the manager about the remuneration, but the decision-making power is still not with me."

After a pause, the male gunman continued.

"But you can rest assured that we have already reported the general situation back to the territory yesterday, and we will not leave for the time being. If there are still intruders coming, we will help you with defense."

"in addition"

Before he finished speaking, the communicator hanging on Nat's waist suddenly rang.

It is the communication of the guard on duty at the entrance of the village.

He picked up nervously subconsciously, thinking that another enemy was coming to invade.

But after getting through, the voice coming from the other side surprised him so much that he almost jumped from the ground.

"Messenger, it's your people who are here!"

"There are so many people!"

In the orchard in front of the pumpkin bunker.

The bright yellow isolation belt went around for nearly two kilometers, well preserving the internal explosion scene.

In the open space in front of the isolation zone, a long queue of motorcades was approaching.

The guard standing on the wall made a rough count and found that there were no less than twenty vehicles, large and small, in this long convoy.

What's even more exaggerated is that at the rear of the convoy, there are two tanks that seem to give people a sense of security.

The long and narrow barrel and the caliber thick enough to fit an adult's head in, there is no doubt about its power.

"Is this the strength of the alliance?"

The veterans who were still injured breathed a long sigh of relief, and their trembling legs seemed to be filled with new strength.

I have to say that joining the Western Suburbs League was the right decision.

If yesterday's invaders still dared to come with armored vehicles, then these two tanks would definitely kill them. They know what the consequences are and what the consequences are.

anger!

Finally, the first car of the convoy stopped about fifty meters in front of the city wall.

Before the car behind had stopped, the rear tailgate of the third troop carrier flipped open.

Lu Kuan, wearing a full-coverage protective suit, hurried down, identified the direction below, and rushed towards the isolated center of the explosion.

"Go and send a small team of people to protect Professor Lu."

"yes!"

Su Deben's voice sounded from behind, and a small group of fully armed Tianyuan Army soldiers quickly got out of the car and followed Lu Kuan and disappeared into the orchard.

The other vehicles stopped and people started to come out one after another.

There are Tianyuan Army soldiers wearing blue-green uniforms, Pingtan Army soldiers wearing red and black uniforms, and a few inconspicuous Jucheng Army soldiers wearing khaki.

When it comes to supporting allies, Sumo has no intention of taking everything into his own hands.

After Yehu and Aldrich heard about it, they also expressed that this ally was very important and sent support without saying a word.

Of course, no one can guess what the two of them were thinking.

But if the three families can gather together to send troops, the formation looks really impressive.

"Is this the Pumpkin Kefu Bunker? It looks really grand!"

Wang Qian, the captain in charge of the Pingtan Army, came from behind.

Still wearing the familiar denim clothes and the cheerful and cynical smile.

Since Liu Lu became a celebrity in Pingtan Shelter, he also successfully removed the "advice" on his head because of his relatives.

Now, Wang Qian is already the layer leader of the B-9 layer, and is also the standing patrol leader of the Pingtan Army.

The mission of this trip just fell on his head.