It’s like celebrating the New Year, but not really.
Even after descending the mountain, Sumo's super hearing could distinguish some of the villagers' excited roars.
After assigning some tasks to Chen Shen and sending him away, Sumo cherished the "last" night when he could sleep in this depression.
Tomorrow morning, all supplies and equipment that can be taken away from the underground shelter will be moved to the Hope.
By noon, after the last psionic water is drawn, the underground shelter will be neatly wrapped with steel plates with a hardness of 8 and enter a fully enclosed state.
By then, even if Sumo wants to enter, it will take a lot of effort, let alone enemies with ulterior motives.
And once it is closed, it will also enter the final countdown to going to sea.
After this calculation, the time left for Sumo to stay on this land is only the last 12 hours!
Enter the password again, pull out the winch, and rotate the three-level alloy door upwards, revealing a slightly empty garage inside.
At present, except for the two rotary tillers in the garage, the Dihu, King Kong, and harvesters are all placed on the Iron Stone Mountain.
After going to sea, these land vehicles will temporarily lose their role, so they are placed on Iron Rock Mountain and guarded by the villagers, so Somo has no worries.
After closing the iron door, he put several fallen tools on the ground back on the shelf, pushed open the heavy stone door, and walked down the zigzag passage Soma.
On the second floor, the lights are still bright.
The large 300KW engine was still outputting its own power steadily, and coupled with the slight noise from the 24-hour operation of the oil well, all this not only did not annoy Sumo, but made it feel friendly in a different way.
One and four children are still sitting in the breeding room, studying hard around the large culture medium that currently has nothing to grow.
Seeing Somo coming in, everyone just raised their heads, said hello, and then immersed themselves in books again.
He was about to go to sea, without human wisdom, and with a clear understanding of his responsibilities, even Moore, who was out of touch, could sit down and read a book seriously, which is enough to show the great pressure.
Without choosing to disturb him, after nodding lightly, Sumo went down the steps to the second floor and reached his own living level.
"It's okay if Zhong Qingshu didn't mention it yesterday, but if I mention it, I feel like my place is really a bit shabby."
"It's like I just bought a rough house and couldn't wait to move in. I don't have anything and I'm still poor and happy every day."
Touching every part of the partitions that he witnessed with his own eyes, Somo laughed and complained at the same time.
It was the last night, and there was nothing urgent to do, so Somo took a chair and started to put away the groceries seriously.
The hundreds of high-quality daily necessities purchased previously must be brought on board.
All ammunition, explosive packets, and artillery shells are also not left behind.
The workbench that can be taken away must be moved. As for the 300 disaster points needed to move the small laser machine tool, Sumo also waved his hand and chose to spend it.
The cost of rebuilding a machine tool is too high, far more than 300 points.
As for the subsequent upgrade of small and medium-sized machine tools, after so many days of collection, the materials are already sufficient. We only need to wait until the level of the shelter is high enough, and it can be realized immediately.
As for the remaining large objects, the furnace requires material and energy output, and the disaster points required for movement are too high, so they can only be abandoned.
The oil well must be closed after it is gone. Just like the nether energy well, it will stay here waiting for its "owner" to return.
He kept working until midnight. After packing all the sundries in sacks and placing them in the living room. After checking again and finding nothing missing, Somo clapped his hands with satisfaction and went to the stove to start boiling water.
With the help of the lion's wind, the water was boiled very quickly. Seeing the steam steaming in the bathtub, Somo slowly stepped into it.
"It's so cool!"
For modern people, it is difficult to imagine what it would be like not to take a shower for more than ten or twenty days.
But for a little lord who is busy in the wasteland, every bath is like a new life, relaxing from head to toe and even the soul.
From the storage space, he pulled out a repeater that had long been obsolete in the civilized era.
After taking out a tape of Jay Chou.
After the two were combined, as Sumo pressed the play button, the reading tape in the repeater began to rotate, and Zhou's melody began to resound throughout the three floors of the underground shelter.
Listening to music and taking a bath, at one o'clock, after changing into fresh and clean pajamas, Somo floated briskly to his little bed.
Today, even this wooden bed built on the first day in the wasteland is gradually unable to withstand Somo's increasingly strong body.
Several wooden branches will make a creaking sound when Somo turns over.
But sleeping on it and listening to the familiar creaking sound, Somo's mood quickly calmed down and he entered a state of sleep.
call.
call.
A trace of heavy breathing passed from the abdomen to the nasal cavity, and then returned from the nasal cavity to the whole body.
Despite the outside world, almost 99% of people are working overtime, trying to make ends meet on the last night when disaster strikes.
But the 146 people lying in the underground shelter and on the Iron Stone Mountain all slept peacefully and soundly.
A night of silence.
At half past seven, the punctual biological clock hit another advance before the alarm clock went off, waking Somo from sleep.
Different from usual, this time for the first time, Somo did not get up directly, but turned over and continued to sleep soundly.
Eight O'clock.
Nine o'clock.
nine thirty!
Although there was no sleepiness in his mind, lying on this shabby little bed, the happiness in Somo's heart was rising rapidly in a straight line like a quadratic equation.
Of course, being able to achieve "the freedom of staying in bed" in the wasteland is a very luxurious thing.
Waiting until ten o'clock, after feeling that his whole mental state had completely changed, Somo slowly got up and drank the psionic water on the bedside.
Most of the breakfast brought by the cooks has been eaten by the senior and four young children, and the rest is still warm in the thermos bucket.
A bowl of Qishan Sauce Noodles, which is very famous in the Guanzhong area of Shaanxi Province, is placed in a bucket.
The noodles are slender, even in thickness, fragrant and fragrant, with red oil floating on the noodles, the soup is sour and spicy, and the noodles are tough and refreshing.
This is a kind of noodle that will not fade even if it has been stored for a long time, and it plays a very important role in Guanzhong.
Whether it is at important occasions such as weddings and funerals, new years and festivals, children's full moon, old people's birthdays, farewells to relatives and friends, etc., it has its sound and shadow.
Just two garlics cultivated by the villagers at the foot of the mountain these days, pickled sugar garlic.
One bite of noodles, one bite of garlic, and another bite of cucumber.
After this meal, Sumo was 90% full, but he still felt like he was still unsatisfied.
"Phew, the food is so good here in the shelter. I am out at sea alone and have to cook for myself again!"
Regretfully, Somo put the remaining dishes and chopsticks into the food bowl, and started the final move of the supplies that had been packed but not yet loaded into the truck.
Opening the door, Dihu has been sent back to the door.
In the distance, many villagers can be seen walking in the depressions on their day off, looking at the primitive scenery of the wasteland.
However, everyone abides by a rule, which is to stay five hundred meters away from the underground shelter to give Somo enough privacy.
It took two trips to load the supplies, and all the packed sundries were brought on board.
On the third trip, the workbench and the small machine tool went together to the conference room on the second floor of the deck.
On the fourth and fifth trips, some unused basic materials piled next to the underground shelter were taken aboard by Somo and thrown into the damage control warehouse.
And when this move was completed, the time came to twelve noon, exactly as planned.
Since before going to bed last night, the furnace has stopped producing cannonballs, and has been replaced by steel plates with a thickness of 200mm.
Now, enough steel plates have been produced in the garage, just waiting for Somo to finally start packaging.
"Have you brought everything with you? Are you sure nothing is missing?"
Seeing the big and small boys shaking their heads, Sumo didn't shy away from it. He didn't push away the villagers wandering nearby or Connie next to him, but directly called the system.
To this day, Sumo has discovered that the system's green light is invisible to others.
All attribute panels and upgrade panels that can be reflected in front of one's own eyes are completely invisible to others.
And with the game panel as a perfect guise, others can also understand the upgrading of the steel plate wrapping of the shelter as the power of the game.
The green light flickered slightly, and the shelter panel that had not been seen for a long time reappeared.
【Underground Shelter——Soma】
[Description]: This is a stone shelter made of thick stone. Under natural disasters, such a shelter can provide you with a stable place to go. Please upgrade it, and it will become your safe haven.
The key to establishing a foothold in the wasteland!
[Upgrade direction one]: Iron shelter:
[Upgrade direction two]: Reinforced concrete shelter:
[Upgrade direction three]: Structured shelter:
【Upgrade direction.】:
[Upgrade Direction 12]: Nether Energy Refuge:
[Evaluation]: Keep upgrading it, maybe you can discover more secrets!
"Upgrade? More secrets?"
After scanning the evaluation given by the system, Sumo was a little surprised.
"I will definitely upgrade. Don't worry. When I come back from the sea, I will make you the strongest in the wasteland again!"
Stroking the "stone house" that had sheltered him for nearly two months in the wasteland, and thinking about the dozens of gangsters who had fallen into disgrace here, Sumo thought and switched to the independent upgrade page.
For the renovation and installation, after paying 350 points of craftsmanship fees, the steel plates placed on the ground began to dance.
Under the constraints of the green light, the steel plate began to slowly stick to the stone wall, and merged into one in an instant, as if the two were in a symbiotic state.
Underground in the underground shelter, some steel plates turned into phantoms and penetrated the layers of walls and soil, flying to the lowest level and completely sealing it off.
As the green light was withdrawn, the underground shelter officially entered a closed state.
Before Soma takes the initiative, no second person will enter here and it will be completely submerged in the sea.
And if Somo fell at sea, when the next generation comes in, this place may become a super "treasure" that makes them cheer.
but now.
Shaking his head slightly, Sumo got into the car, loaded up one child and one child, and whistling lightly, Sumo drove the car to the Hope.
After emptying all the remaining supplies in the car and boarding the ship, he handed the car to the militiamen who stayed in front of the Hope and let them drive back. After walking up the solid wood stairs, Sumo returned to the Hope again.
At this point, all preparations have been completed.
Before the time reached 12 o'clock, there was still nearly 11 hours left for Somo to prepare.
After spending two hours, Moore and Connie laid a layer of energy-absorbing glue on all the places on the Hope that might be affected by rain, and then took out the purchased safe house, and Sumo began to patiently build it again.
stand up.
Although the progress bar of the new students is full, Sumo will not choose to resist the disaster if he can use such a "cheap and reliable" way to overcome the disaster.
At 4:50 pm, all defense work was completed.
After going down to the engine room on the lowest floor and inspecting all the cabins on one side from bottom to top, the time came to six o'clock in the evening.
Climbing all the way up the stairs, he climbed back to the captain's cabin, which was still a hard bed. After drinking a few sips of psionic water and resting for a while, Somo started busy decorating the captain's cabin again.
He took out the brand new bedding prepared by the villagers and laid it out, placed the ancestral sofa in the underground shelter on the ground, and then took out the last folding table and spread it out.
Seeing that there was already some life in the captain's cabin, just when Sumo wanted to continue cleaning up, gongs and drums started ringing loudly outside.
When he poked his head out and took a look, Sumo couldn't help but shake his head.
Yesterday, all the villagers, including the management, were "pretending" to give off a festive look.
But when they were about to leave at the end, these people couldn't help but "break their defenses"!
As two large gongs were beaten, all the villagers spontaneously lined up, stood under the Hope, and began to shout rhythmically to the sound of the gongs:
"Director, we are waiting for your return!"
"Director, the ocean is invincible!"
"Director, you are invincible in the wasteland!"
Accompanied by disgusting slogans, standing on the 20-meter-high Hope, Sumo could vaguely see that some people were secretly wiping their tears, while others were lying on their backs, trying to stop.
Hot tears rolling down my face.
Different from those star-chasing scenes in civilized times, under such a solemn momentum, Somo did not feel a trace of embarrassment, but instead had streams of warm blood spurting out from his heart.
Standing at the front, as the last meal Somo could eat in the depression, the cooks walked up the stairs with heavy steps.
"Director, this last meal is a bit crude, so please don't dislike it."
"The dumplings placed here are made by each of us personally. Director, you must take care when you go to sea!"
While talking, the cook, who was less than 30 years old and still considered a young girl, finished her words and ran down the stairs crying.
Obviously, according to the villagers' agreement, they cannot cry today.
She didn't want to break the rules.
But she didn’t want Sumo to see her cry!
I watched the cook return to the ground all the way, looking at the irregularly shaped and different-sized dumplings in the thermos, and then at the crowd of people standing below who were still shouting.
For some reason, the corners of Somo's eyes also felt a little itchy, as if there was sand in them.
Somo ran away for a whole day, but in the end he did not escape this "parting".
Looking at the crowd below, after exerting the greatest strength in his life, Somo stood by the guardrail and shouted without emotion:
"Let's go back!"
"You guys have to be good! Wait for me to come back!"
"Watch the depression for me! Don't let anyone in!"
"Use your fists to tell them: This is the territory that belongs to God Su, and this belongs to us."
"territory!!!"
At this moment, the crowd below also began to use all their strength to shout in unison:
"Director, we are waiting for your return!"
"Wadi, waiting for you to come back!"
boom!
The sound of a gong is like the beginning of heaven and earth, or like the destruction of old and the creation of new ones.
At this moment, in the records of later generations
It's this day.
It belongs to mankind, to the wasteland, and to the steps of the future.
