Duan Xiong, who had eaten and drank enough, walked out of the town gate with his head held high, humming a tune that only he understood.
Behind him, thirty or forty people who had followed the Siping caravan filed out.
"Brother, wouldn't it be a big loss if we just replace the engine with so many things?"
Duan Bang, the deputy manager of the caravan, was a little worried. He glanced at the smiling townspeople next to him and felt that something was wrong.
"You know a hammer, this engine is worth a lot of money!"
"Someone is collecting it?" Duan Bang was stunned for a moment.
He is not one of those "little white rabbits" newly added to the caravan who doesn't understand anything.
Duan Xiong turned his head and said with blazing eyes: "You won't forget it so quickly, right? Go straight north along this road and turn a corner. Isn't it that the newly emerged forces like this kind of black technology at first glance?
Items? The price they offer is never low, maybe we can exchange it for some good "self-defense" items."
Duan Xiong emphasized the word self-defense.
The next wave of disaster is about to come. When a caravan travels outside, it is inevitable that they will encounter a gathering of hungry people.
At this time, a certain amount of firepower is very important, at least to ensure that the other party will not go crazy and lose their mind.
And if the gathering place you encounter is not strong, you may be able to temporarily transform into a bandit if you have certain weapons, and you will be able to gain weight in one or two waves.
"Can this broken engine be replaced?"
Duan Bang still questioned in disbelief, and at the end he did not forget to add:
"Brother, Brela's reputation is not very good. Who doesn't know that they are the bridgehead for the hidden Aurora? If this group of people has malicious intentions and wants to take advantage of others, we have no way to counterattack."
"Are you stupid? The earth is dead but people are alive."
Duan Xiong glanced at his stupid brother dissatisfied.
"If he really has the idea of taking advantage of others, we are not good at it, can we let him eat it so easily?"
"in addition."
"Brela has attracted a lot of people and has already rushed there. Even if we don't trade with them, we should at least see what kind of medicine these people are selling."
Duan Bang reminded.
"Don't you mean they are players left over from the previous era?"
Duan Xiong shook his head.
"Real information never spreads as fast as rumors. We still have to find out whether it's true or not."
For a caravan that has to travel through most of the New World, simply relying on buying and selling goods is simply not enough to attract so many people to join regardless of the danger.
The boss of the caravan could not earn enough profit from it to support a family of hundreds of people.
What can really benefit the caravan is the various intelligence services that everyone in the wasteland needs.
They can use their bodies to ignore radio wave shielding and bring what happens on the east coast of the New World to the west coast, the central part, and even the north coast.
They can help find people, and can carry portraits or descriptions to various places where humans gather.
They accept escorts. The larger the caravan, the more expensive the escort charges and it is safer.
In any job that requires manual communication, they can find the link that needs them and recommend themselves.
Therefore, the more you travel and the more you see, the more you can earn.
This sentence has long been regarded as truth by the caravans.
"Let's go. Although this Hope Town is a gentle and nostalgic place, we don't have the money to stay any longer."
After waving to the back greedily, Duan Xiong sighed and quickened his pace.
Somehow, the more he looked at the hotel proprietress in the past two days, the more she looked like his mother who had not yet arrived.
She is so kind and kind, and the room she tidies always has a reassuring smell.
The guard at the door looked like his dead father, and his broad shoulders made him not worried about the intrusion of outside thieves.
Of course, Duan Xiong would have wanted to stay for two more days if the damn Yuan Dian charge hadn't been too expensive.
"Come back when you have money. No, when you make money later, maybe you can buy a place here."
After getting on the ferry to the border of the territory, Duan Xiong looked out the window, feeling lost in thought for a moment.
To be honest, he admired the lord of the Tianyuan Territory for being able to build such a well-organized town from scratch in just a few months. Moreover, the planning of the town took into account the foreign traveler caravans from the early stage.
convenient.
At the same time, the people living here are also very different from other gathering places. They seem to have not lost the moral standards of the civilized era and still have a certain degree of self-restraint.
This was not pretended. In two days, he personally talked to hundreds of people, and he could clearly feel the inner peace of these people.
Of course, if Shi Shixiong looked back at this time, he might be surprised to find that the town he had just left had been wrapped in a light mist, and it seemed to have changed into a different appearance.
However, the speed of the ferry car was quite fast. Before anyone noticed it, it crossed a small slope and hid everything in the blind spot.
"Manager Duan, we've reached the border."
"Huh?" Duan Xiong was still thinking about other things, but Wen Da's reminding voice came to his ears.
Looking around, I saw that just a moment later, the ferry car had already sent everyone out, saving a lot of legwork.
"Thank you so much. Thank you Brother Wen for your hospitality."
Showing a heartfelt smile, Duan Xiong quickly thanked him and waved people off.
But before everyone could stand still.
Wow!
The dark sky, which was originally calm, suddenly vibrated up and down, like the surface of a river blown by the wind.
Ripples flashed past, the sky was kneaded into dough, and obvious wrinkles began to appear.
And in the folds, more and more white gas began to appear, and in an instant it shrouded the faintly shining sun behind it.
The sky is getting dark again.
Wisps of hot wind flew out of the mist.
"No, is a disaster coming?" Duan Xiong was startled and hurriedly opened the game panel.
Sure enough, the game panel has changed its appearance at this time.
Although the buttons distributed on it are exactly the same as before, no new disaster announcements have popped up yet.
But on the top layer of the panel, a white mist similar to the white gas in the sky gradually appeared, thick and thick, slowly covering the interface below.
And in the white mist, a number was slowly changing.
07:59:19
"Disaster announcement, it's time for the next disaster announcement!"
"There are still eight hours left. It's too confusing. Why didn't you warn me in advance this time?"
"Looking at it like this, the disaster won't just come when the time comes, right?"
"What is this white mist? Could it be a biological weapon?!"
"No way, I just saw a little hope of the sun recovering, but the fog actually pushed the sun behind again."
"Have you ever felt that the warmth brought by the sun has not disappeared, but the visible light has been blocked?"
"No, how about we go back to Hope Town and hide for a while?"
"."
The caravan members jumped out of the car and began to discuss the matter. Many people suggested that they should go back to the town and hide for a while.
During a disaster, it is not a good time to do business.
For them, as long as they walk in uninhabited territory, they will have to bear the punishment of disasters multiple times at all times.
"We have to leave quickly and get to the next place before the disaster breaks out."
Duan Xiong's tone was solemn, directly interrupting everyone's extravagant hopes.
"Disaster may not come soon. If we stay, it will undoubtedly be more difficult to move forward in the future."
"not to mention"
"This disaster doesn't look like it's going to end anytime soon."
Although he was not at the forefront of every disaster, he was able to come to the New World to organize a caravan, and his survival experience actually surpassed 99% of people.
Especially for the most important disaster warning, he secretly collected a lot of valuable information and never sold it outside.
"Let's go. Thank you to the brothers in Tianyuan Territory. I wish you can successfully survive the next disaster."
"Let's meet again in three months."
With a wave of his hand, Duan Xiong quickly organized his team and headed north cautiously with his men.
In the eyes of outsiders, Hope Town was a huge town. As the last team withdrew, everything began to slowly transform.
The clean and tidy town roads disappeared in the mist, and were replaced by slightly dirty gravel roads.
The neat concrete buildings beside the town road also disappeared, leaving only a few corridor-type prefab houses connected together.
The villagers' clothes continued to fade, gradually turning into a dirty khaki color with patches and chips on them.
And even everyone's complexion has changed from rosy to a withered yellow vegetable color due to malnutrition.
“The fourteen-day FE Experience Card is finally over!”
Seeing that everything had returned to its "poverty-stricken" appearance, Marshal Wang let out a breath and relaxed his whole body.
This thing.
Using it with restraint and discipline may produce unexpected miraculous results.
But if used to deceive oneself, it is much more dangerous than those hallucinogenic contraband substances on earth that make people linger.
"Are you afraid that you won't be able to get out?"
Sumo, who was standing next to him, had a kind look in his eyes.
In terms of prosperity and wealth, I am used to seeing Hope City in the wasteland of the future. The simulated Hope Town is nothing, not even comparable to the small Sangtian Town.
Furthermore, even Hope City did not make him feel reluctant to leave.
On the contrary, this dilapidated Hope Village was the "home" he witnessed with his own eyes, built brick by brick.
"It's not that I'm afraid that I won't be able to get out, but I'm worried that the game will be even bigger in the future. Lord Su, you should understand what I mean."
"Of course I understand, but you don't have to worry, this thing consumes a huge amount of energy.
Just simulating a small town for 10,000 people almost used up the energy we had saved for more than two months."
Sumo glanced at Marshal Wang with a tense expression with interest, and couldn't help but wonder whether he could hand over the second village in his territory to him to start and manage.
Chen Shen has a shrewd and introverted personality. He is good at system awareness, communication skills, key planning and other tasks such as dispatching troops and generals.
Hope Village is more of an agricultural village under his control, focusing on development and storage.
Marshal Wang is the main character, and he is better at personal charm, execution ability, adaptability, etc. and dealing with people directly.
Under his management, the Origin Camp tends to be an open and inclusive economic village that focuses on expansion and trade.
The two people in the same village are not perfect complements.
But for a territory, it can be divided into two parts: one inside and one outside.
"Lord, is the sky above our heads also affected by virtual reality?"
A faint vibration passed through.
Marshal Wang suddenly raised his head and looked at the rolling clouds and seeping mist.
Standing on Iron Stone Mountain, he could see more. It was obvious that there were cracks in the folds, and white mist floated out from them.
"No, it should be that the next disaster is coming?"
Opening the game panel and glancing at the time, Sumo confirmed his judgment.
Although it is slightly different from the description of this fog in the future world, judging from this posture, it should be strong rather than weak.
"It seems that the previous confrontation between Adam and Yu Yu still caused a backlash."
"Maybe the items I brought out were detected by it and triggered some rules?"
Su Mo understood in his heart, but his expression remained as usual.
Seeing how calm he was, Marshal Wang couldn't help but feel relieved, and the two of them continued to chat about future plans.
On the other side, Chen Shen and others hurried up from the foot of the mountain, panting and bringing a lot of new news.
"Director, the latest monitoring news came from Professor Lu. Now the direct thermal radiation of the sun has returned to the normal value, but the increase has not slowed down at all and is still rising at a stable rate."
"It is expected that in the next eight hours, the temperature in the New World will quickly return to above 20 degrees!"
"So fast?!"
Su Mo raised his eyebrows and exclaimed thoughtfully.
There is a lot of snow accumulated on the entire surface. If it remains for a long time, the temperature will inevitably become lower and lower.
At the same time, these snow accumulations will also greatly damage the soil fertility of the New World, causing irreversible negative effects.
In the future wasteland, the game slowly heats up during heavy fog and guides the snow to gradually disappear in a special way.
But now, his methods are obviously much more violent, if not guided.
I'm afraid there is
Flood risk?
"There is also new data from the Ministry of Communications. They say that these sudden fogs can significantly block the transmission of electromagnetic waves, which is more serious than the shielding of thousands of miles of mountains. According to the data model calculation, if the fog covers us in the future, the electromagnetic waves will
The communication distance will drop to 300 meters or even shorter than ever before."
Sumo nodded.
"What else?"
Chen Shen thought for a moment and continued.
"We were blocked by the fog."
"Blocked?" Sumo frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"More and more fog appears in the cracks in the sky, and some of it has already escaped. The darker fog is very strange. Wherever there is such a deep fog, it feels like it has appeared.
An invisible wall? We have to go around to the light fog next to it to walk through it."
"And this weird thing?"
Sumo looked down intently, and sure enough he saw that the fog that appeared around the village was faintly divided into two types: white fog and gray fog.
At this time, many villagers were gathered around curiously, testing the difference between the two mists.
The white mist is shallow, and when a person enters, only his body is wrapped in it, causing light to fold, similar to ordinary fog commonly seen on the earth.
The gray fog became thicker as time went by, like a barrier made of black and gray masonry, isolating the inside and outside.
"The lord is in trouble! After we just sent away the people from the Siping caravan, the borders of our territory have been wrapped in the inexplicable fog, and now we can't get out of most places!"
At the foot of the mountain, Wen Da, who had just finished seeing off the guests, rushed up.
He shouted loudly, bringing bad news that made everyone feel numb.
