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"Dear Manager, I am willing to dedicate my farm to the new alliance!"

The reception room.

Standing in front of Chu Guang, Old Brown bowed his head respectfully, his wrinkled right hand tremblingly placed on his left chest to show respect.

Chu Guang glanced at him in surprise.

good guy.

Are you so conscious?

Hearing that Brown wanted to see him on something, Chu Guang thought he was here to ask for the grain and biomass oil he had borrowed before, but he didn't expect that he came to surrender.

"Can you tell me what made you suddenly make this decision?"

Of course because I want to live—

But wise old Brown naturally wouldn't say that.

The expression on his face was slightly adjusted, he raised his head solemnly and solemnly, and said in a cadenced voice.

"It's your speech, esteemed administrator."

Chu Guang recalled his speech carefully. He couldn't quite remember what he said that day. He only remembered that he advertised his "nuclear soda" at the end.

Seeing that Chu Guang did not speak, Old Brown continued.

"...Your generous speech at the celebration made my dull self enlightened, and also made me feel deeply ashamed for my past actions. In order to survive, I have done many things that I shouldn't do, and I can't It is involuntary to justify all this, and I only hope that my sins can be alleviated in this way."

"A new world with equality and no oppression is also what I want."

When he said this, Old Brown's face was full of piety, but his heart was bitter.

In fact, not only does he want to live, even if the new alliance doesn't want his farm, he can't run the farm anymore.

In the previous battle of the waves, Vault 404 had confiscated almost all the biomass oil from his warehouse, and there was no intention of returning them after the war.

Of course Brown was embarrassed to ask for it.

After all, without those blue coats, let alone the farm, his head might have been hung on the chair of the Bone-chewing tribe, and it was impossible for the tide to make a move.

But this is borrowing grain and oil, and his warehouse is already empty enough to run mice.

Yesterday, he asked the housekeeper to do a calculation and found that he had lost nearly 10,000 chips in just two months at the beginning of the year. When he thought that he still had to support more than 200 slaves and more than 40 servants, he felt a headache. is to crack.

It's still the beginning of the year.

What if it's by the end of the year? ? ?

Especially now, the new alliance has been established, and the entire area from the North Fifth Ring Road to Yumu District is included in the restoration area, and his farm is within this range.

It's finally here.

Old Brown was not surprised by this result, but heaved a sigh of relief.

At least I don't have to be woken up by the sound outside the house in the middle of the night, and I don't have to face the sun in the next morning in fear.

He's had enough of these days!

Before Vault 404 came to him to free the slaves, offered the sinful farm to the Great Alliance.

And this is also the only way he can keep the last decent.

After listening to Old Brown's generous statement, Chu Guang smiled in his heart, but he didn't believe that his nonsense was just a punctuation mark.

But this guy can be so self-conscious, it saves him a lot of time.

"I'm glad you think so, but we're not the kind of unreasonable people. We won't want your farm, it's your property. As long as you're willing to obey our order and recognize our sovereignty over the recovery area, You can continue to operate it under our supervision."

Brown was stunned for a while after hearing this. He didn't understand what Chu Guang meant, and said in a low voice tremblingly.

"My lord, I don't understand what you mean."

Compared with the fact that the manager of the alliance in front of him took over his farm, he was more afraid of what the other party would say politely to him.

The new alliance took over the farm, which meant he could still find a way to survive.

He was really afraid. The blue coat said no, no, and when he turned back, he arranged a public trial for himself, and let those slaves write their own crimes.

That's the end of the call!

Reading out the fear that gradually emerged in Old Brown's eyes, Chu Guang immediately guessed what he was thinking, so he said with a smile to ease the atmosphere.

"Literally, as long as you abide by the laws of the Union, free all slaves, hire employees according to our minimum wage standards and labor conditions, and fulfill your tax obligations, you will be able to obtain legal protection."

Let go of all the slaves?

Brown said with a wry smile.

"My lord... you better take my farm. The land in this wasteland is everywhere, but without slaves, they are just a pile of useless soil, and you can't expect food to pop out of the ground by yourself. "

People are always insatiable.

As if giving the employees two more days off and letting them get off work on time, the day is about to collapse.

Can't grow land without slaves?

joke!

Chu Guang felt that he had to settle an account with him.

"How many slaves do you have?"

Old Brown didn't dare to hide anything, but he really didn't have the habit of counting how many slaves he had every day, so he said cautiously.

"About two hundred..."

Chu Guang continued.

"How many fields?"

Old Brown went on.

"The actual planting area...about 500 acres."

Five hundred acres?

There are so many?

Chu Guang's expression was slightly surprised.

The actual planting area of ​​Brown's Farm, which he estimated based on the map, was only about 100 mu, but he didn't expect it to be five times more than his estimated value?

This error is a bit outrageous.

but.

This matter can be pondered later, and it is not yet in the process of liquidating the fields.

"Don't you think it's a waste of more than 200 laborers to plant 500 acres of land?" Looking at Brown who didn't know it, Chu Guang said bitterly.

waste?

Blindness was written all over Brown's face.

He didn't feel the waste at all.

Slaves don't need to be paid, they just need to feed themselves. And the food for the slaves is also cheap. After planting the grain, they scatter a handful of green wheat in the field, or find a corner of the corner to grow some croissants, which is their ration. If they can't eat it, they can sell it to the scavengers at a low price.

When the slaves can't do any more work, sell them directly, or pull them out to deal with them.

"If I were you, I would sell the slaves and use the money to buy a few tractors, add seeders and harvesters, and save some money to build a water tower and irrigation canals for the farm. Just five hundred acres of land, More than 20 people are enough! Give them some wages and bonuses, they will work harder than slaves, and even make the farm their own home on the spot."

"Can't you grow the land without slaves? This kind of thinking is very problematic!"

Old Brown was taken aback by what Chu Guang said.

After a while, he spoke in a low voice.

"...Sir, 200 slaves can only be exchanged for 200,000 silver coins at most. Is this enough money to buy the things you said?"

He didn't know how much silver coins or chips would be required to buy these devices, he just thought that the manager's algorithm was casual enough.

Chu Guang said with a slight smile.

"It may not be enough, but it's not much worse. For your sincerity in joining the alliance, we are willing to provide you with a loan with negligible interest to help you upgrade your agricultural tools and get through the initial transition period."

"Don't worry about not paying, we will distinguish between personal and company debts. This is not Boulder City, and even bankruptcy will not make you a slave. As long as the accounts are normal, at most the remaining assets will be auctioned."

Old Brown walked out of the reception room in a daze, thinking for a long time without understanding.

He was already prepared to lose the farm, and he only hoped that the manager would leave some property for him to support him, but he actually got a loan?

And he can continue to run his own farm.

His mind was full of confusion.

It seems that I have made some money after all this calculation?

It's outrageous.

For such a self-conscious feudal lord, Chu Guang did not embarrass him, and even encouraged him a few words and sent him to the door in person.

It is Grandet's behavior to hold all the property tightly in the palm of his hand, and the rational allocation of resources is what the alliance managers should do.

What Chu Guang needs is not a farm, but a guarantee of the production of food and industrial raw materials in the territory. If Old Brown is willing to take the initiative to welcome the new order, he can certainly give him a decent ending.

If the propaganda tools are used properly, the story of old Brown may also serve as a model for the petty feudal lords outside the recovery area.

Seeing the figure disappearing at the edge of the park, Chu Guang touched his chin and thought.

"...The new alliance needs its own propaganda department."

Why don't you just learn from the voice of Boulder City and get a radio station belonging to Dawn City?

Chu Guang's eyes lit up, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was necessary.

What is it called when you do good deeds without leaving your name?

That's an honest man!

You can't always let others run the train with their mouths full.

The wastelanders in Boulder City and even the entire southern area of ​​Qingquan City have the right to know the truest new alliance and Dawn City.

All in all, he also has to find a few people who can brag and get back the propaganda positions he has been neglecting!

...

The next day, a working group sent by the new alliance entered the Brown Farm, and with the assistance of the guards, liquidated the assets of the Brown Farm.

The main things that need to be figured out are slaves and land.

One is about principles, the other is about taxation, both of which are top priorities. As for Old Brown's private property, Chu Guang did not intend to take it away from him.

As long as it is within the new alliance, it will be the same in whose hands.

Old Brown also cooperated quite well with the working group that came to transform himself, but when he saw who it was, he was dumbfounded.

"Lu, Luka... Hello, sir."

When he went to the outpost last winter, he didn't recognize the face, and it wasn't until later that he inquired about the situation at Changlong Farm that he learned that Luca turned out to be a slave who had escaped from him.

When he first heard about this, Old Brown broke out in a cold sweat on the spot.

He still remembered that he was so angry that he almost killed the guard who let Luka go privately. But considering that this might make things worse, he thought about it and finally didn't do it.

Looking at Luca standing in front of him, Old Brown was nervous, feeling like fish on a chopping board.

He even began to regret that he didn't pack up and run away.

But Luka didn't embarrass him, looked at him calmly and said.

"Hello, Mr. Brown."

"Following the order of the manager, I am Luka who came here to supervise the renovation of the farm. We will take the slaves here to Changchang Farm for study and reform, and the commissioner will evaluate the price and give you a one-time compensation."

"And after this, I need to make sure that everyone here has a free identity, remember, everyone. Unlawful restraint of personal liberty is a felony, and you are now a citizen of the new union, I hope you keep this in mind. thing."

He has been given a new life. As for the past, Luka has long wanted to no longer pursue it, and it has no meaning.

Besides, this is the task of the manager. Luca, who feels more loyal than anyone else, will never mix his personal feelings into it.

The Brown Chicken nodded as if pecking at the rice, with a pleasing smile on his face.

"I promise you! I will do my best to cooperate with your work!"

Luca nodded.

"Better so."

Twenty guards in black coats marched in a uniform pace and entered the Changchang Farm in two teams.

The serfs standing beside the shacks stared blankly at these people, at a loss as to what was happening in front of them.

They don't know yet that their destiny will be drastically changed.

The farm guards standing around the fence cast envious glances at the rifles on the backs of those guards.

"It's no wonder that they can beat the people of the Bone-biting Tribe... With this equipment, I feel like I can touch Boulder City."

Although they had never been to Boulder City, the uniform formation and uniform, as well as the shiny long bayonet and rifle on their backs, were already the limit they could imagine.

At this time, someone went on to say.

"I heard that this group of people is not the one who can fight the most."

"Is there anything better?"

"Those blue coats are all Awakened! Those in black coats are just guards who maintain order."

Everyone is Awakened? !

how is this possible!

Not many people believe this.

One or two hundred is acceptable, but all of them are Awakened, which is too exaggerated!

After all, awakening requires more than acquired effort, and this thing also requires less talent. Many people can't wake up even after death, and many people suddenly wake up just after a life-and-death experience.

"By the way...Old Brown surrendered, what will happen to us?"

"Probably dissolve in place. If I were the manager of the new alliance, I would not allow such a large uncontrolled armed force to exist on my own territory."

"But they didn't pay attention to those mercenaries?"

"It's different. A mercenary is a mercenary, and a slave owner's guard is another matter... In short, there is a difference."

"If it's really disbanded, I'll go to serve as a soldier. I'll give my life to anyone, and I won't do anything else anyway."

"Come on, it's just your poor and sour appearance? Can you pass the medical examination!"

"hehe!"

Listening to the unscrupulous laughter of the companions around, Liu Wuyue's face was full of resentment. He hated both the blue coats that took the farm, and the indifference to the fate of the farm. He was ashamed of Brown's favor on them!

This is not loyal at all!

Finally, he couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

"We gave them so many tributes, and now they have to take the farm from us? No **** hands are such bastards!"

A few years ago, he finally managed to become a guard from a slave and became a person with a name. Now he can finally ride on the heads of those slaves and make a fortune. As a result, someone has told him that they are free?

What a joke!

He doesn't want that!

The older guard glanced at him.

"Blood hands... that group of jackals often come to us to fight the autumn wind. We give them much more food than the blue jackets."

Liu Mayue said stubbornly.

"But at least they didn't take our farm!"

The older guard shrugged.

"Maybe, but what does it have to do with me? It's old Brown's farm, neither yours nor mine. Maybe he's got some deal with the new league, a promise of money or something, but whatever. It has nothing to do with you or me."

He still has a good impression of the new league.

Unlike most of the guards here, he is a wastelander who wandered from the east, not a guard who was promoted from a slave. He worked for Old Brown not for loyalty, but purely for life.

Along the way, he met many slave owners, but it was the first time he met an idealist who was willing to return freedom to people.

Although he had never met the manager, he was deeply impressed by the kindness of this adult.

Maybe later he will join the army.

As the other guards said, it's hard work for anyone, anyway, he can't do anything other than pull the trigger, it's better to leave the bullets to those predators and aliens.

Liu Wuyue was angrily speechless. Seeing that there was going to be a conflict, Liu Jiuyue, who was standing next to him, hurried up and pulled him.

"Forget it, brother, don't be impulsive."

Fighting in front of guards is not a good idea.

This is already the territory of the new alliance.

As the head of the farm guards, Liu Zhengyue's mood at the moment is also full of complexities.

He felt that old Brown was simply frightened by the blue jackets.

Maybe the people in the new league didn't intend to care about them at all, and they didn't look down on their slap in the face at all. It was all because of old Brown's own cleverness that led to such a result.

What's more, they have been donating food to those blue jackets, those people are not going to kill the donkeys, right?

But it's useless to say anything now.

Their owners have dedicated the farm to the New Alliance, and the only consolation is that they can continue to farm the land.

It's just that there are no more slaves to use.

On the sunbathing field.

All 217 slaves were brought here and stood in two rows in the clearing, staring blankly around, and the guards with rifles on their backs.

They don't know that these people are here to save themselves, or even what's going on outside the fence.

They watched old Brown walk in front of them.

This man who has always been arrogant to them, today used a polite tone for the first time, looking at them like a person and said.

"The new alliance has been established, thank the great administrator, you are free from now on! I am no longer your master, and you are no longer anyone's slave."

"Let's live well in the new era."

"everything is over."

After dropping this sentence, Old Brown left in a hurry, and soon the working group led by Luca took over and started to work with the cooperation of the guards.

Many slaves recognized Luka, but the changes in him made all slaves dare not recognize him.

However, Luka didn't put on any airs with them, and patiently walked in front of them, and promoted the thoughts and will of the manager with them.

And the only private goods he carried—

loyalty!

It is the managers who saved you, so you must remember and stick to your loyalty!

After hearing these words, the originally uneasy slaves breathed a sigh of relief.

For most of them, loyalty that can be explained in one sentence is far easier to understand than equality and salvation.

Seeing that these people finally understood the painstaking efforts of the manager, Old Luca finally showed a gratified smile on his face.

In any case, backward production relations must be abolished.

In the recovery area of ​​the new alliance, people's freedom will be protected by law, and this is Chu Guang's promise to those who support him.

217 serfs and 41 servants will automatically be granted ward status and will go to Changchang Farm to undergo a transformation ranging from one to six months.

During this period, the new alliance will provide them with food and education, and their obligation is to learn at least one skill that will enable them to earn a living.

Whether it's stepping on a sewing machine or moving bricks and screws, at least you have to find a job that you can do.

In addition to this, they also need to learn the laws of the new alliance and embrace new ideas.

When the transformation is over, everyone will automatically acquire the status of residents of the new alliance and decide their own future.

Of course they can keep farming.

But not for others, but for myself.

...

Chu Guang originally planned to visit Brown Farm in person, but unfortunately there were more important things that he couldn't leave, so he entrusted it to old Luca.

Today is the third day of the establishment of the new alliance. At 8:00 am in wasteland time, the first batch of European emperors who have qualified for the beta version 0.1 are finally online.

For the newly produced training cabin, Chu Guang temporarily placed it in Vault 117.

Because there is no separate room suitable for the dormant cabin on the B4 floor, and it involves the most core area of ​​the shelter - the terminal that controls the server.

This is a "developer" function, and it is naturally impossible for Chu Guang to open it to players.

While Vault 404 doesn't have any more space, Vault 117 still has 100 "luxury studios" available.

In the bug fix of version Beta 0.1, Chu Guang changed all the 500 rooms of Vault 117 into double dormitories. The maximum population of Vault 117 was instantly doubled, and now it can accommodate a maximum of 1,000 people.

The first batch of players in the B round of testing is tentatively scheduled for 40 people.

At the same time, the exploration plan for Vault 401 and the fuel rods of the reactor is also underway. At present, this work is mainly carried out by the scientific research team led by Yin Fang.

On the plaza of Vault 117.

There was a lot of noise at the moment.

Most people put on the helmet with the mentality of trying it out, but they didn't expect it to be true.

All expectations and anxiety have been settled at this moment, and the joy and excitement gushing out like a new life!

My voice is lower, I Bloom: "Hahahaha! Come in! I finally come in!"

Photo of Asia: "Everyone be quiet, listen to me, everyone here is a person who stands out among hundreds of millions of good brothers, speak hard!"

Brother Bing and Huozi: "Ow! Everyone, be tough! Is there a plan for the dog? Light a cigarette for Ye Xin!"

Asian picture: "Fuck you, bro!"

Luo Yu kneaded his face repeatedly.

"Huh? Isn't this game a part of pinching and choosing gender?"

Qingfeng looked around blankly.

"There is no flaw in the modeling. It can't be worn at all. There are also differences in light and shadow effects and temperature. This game... is too real!"

Wearing azure blue power armor, Chu Guang brought his most loyal guards and stood by quietly watching these cute newbies cry, laugh, make noise and dance with excitement.

He has long been accustomed to the performance art of the players, and can understand their excitement, but the guards next to him are still somewhat unaccustomed.

Chu Guang coughed softly and said softly on the communication channel.

"Frozen awakening syndrome, dormancy time for more than two centuries... Occasionally this happens, don't be too surprised."

The symptoms are made up by him now, and no one can falsify them anyway.

Of course, the guards wearing the exoskeleton had no doubts about what the manager said. In their opinion, the manager's will was the truth, and they nodded loyally.

Don't say it was an accident, the expressions on their faces didn't change at all.

Same as previous versions.

Chu Guang gave these excited little players enough time to celebrate and let them fully vent their excitement and excitement.

At the same time, most of the old players who planned to do the "Passing the Fire" mission stood on the edge of the hall watching the newcomers comment and choose.

Most of them came this way.

Even more exaggerated than these newcomers.

Watching the newcomers make a fuss is also one of the reserved programs of the "Wasteland OL" beta test server.

"This newcomer can't do it," he shook his head old-fashionedly, holding his arms tail, "No one took off their pants!"

Sis squinted his tail.

"Your speech is dangerous."

The old players with the new ones are mainly in the range of LV8~LV11, but there are also some "fifty percent new" who have just passed LV5.

Chu Guang did not strictly limit the level of the "Passing the Fire" quest, or even a professional combat player, the only requirement was to have a VM.

At the same time, due to the updated corps system in the Beta0.1 version, many old players who plan to set up independent corps are also shaking people here.

However, the conditions for these big guys to recruit people are usually more stringent than those of casual players, mainly for like-minded **** players.

There are many ways to play "Wasteland Online".

Although they tend to recruit hard-core players who can live, they are not "only" recruiting hard-core players.

An overly serious server atmosphere will make the game less popular, and this is why Chu Guang has been emphasizing on the official website that "Wasteland Online" is a casual "Happy MMORPG".

Carrying a wooden sign in his hand, he shouted excitedly with big eyes and big eyes, and he looked like the old man who picked up the child at the gate of the kindergarten.

"The death corps is recruiting! We have the highest battle damage and the most medals, we will go wherever it is dangerous! The only requirement is to obey the command in team battles, and you are not afraid of death in team battles. Professional firefighter Shui Ge will take you to experience the most realistic firefighting experience. on site!"

The edge of the water could not help but spray.

"Have you advertised like this?"

Debt big-eyed hehe smiled.

"You know a der! Haven't you seen the eyes of those cute newcomers?"

The construction site boy and the brick raised their hands.

"I have a big eye! It's better for us to talk clearly with the newcomer than to have a conflict in the group!"

On the other hand, Brother Mole's "Skull Corps" and Commander Spring's "Storm Corps" are also recruiting, but neither of them are too open.

If we want to talk about the characteristics, there are also some. The former is the main equipment of German sticks, and it is sent to the regiment to send shovels. The latter advocates breaking it into pieces, and everyone wears whatever they want.

Many cute newcomers have read Brother Mole's posts on the forum, especially when I heard that he is an unemployed painter, and some **** players who are more punished have gone to him to sign up.

In addition to the death corps, the most moving is undoubtedly the mosquito brother.

This guy can be said to have performed performance art to the extreme. He stood in the square in the equipment of a fire-breathing soldier, and shouted with the voice of the drake.

"The Burning Corps is recruiting! T0 bosses will pretend to force you to fly! The Corps has air force and artillery, and now join the 10% discount coupon benefit with more goblin technology! There is no limit to the use time!"

Spring Water Commander: "Damn it, Mosquito, aren't you a professional life player?"

The canyon is running away Mole: "That's it! You are running here to join the fun! And your thing is also called the Air Force?"

Makabazi: "That's right! Your broken plane, I'm not ashamed to talk about my brother like the Air Force!"

Don't talk shit: "???"

Ignoring everyone's complaints, Mosquito smiled and said, "Hey, who said I'm a professional player in life! Have you ever seen a professional player in life who killed the boss for the first time?"

The Battlefield Atmosphere Team and I, who were standing aside, were the darkest, and rolled our eyes involuntarily.

This guy.

It's just to steal someone's head, are you embarrassed to talk about it every day!

The mosquito coughed.

"No nonsense, I'm recruiting for Lao Bai and the others. Originally, we planned to call it the Bulls and Horses Corps, but the name was too lame. It happened that everyone used to play Warcraft together, so it was changed to the Burning Corps."

It turned out to be a few bosses of the cattle and horses.

Everyone no longer complained about Mosquito Pit and Mengxin.

Everyone can see the fighting power of the Niu Ma team.

However, Lao Bai and the others did not recruit new recruits themselves, but let Mosquito do it for them, which was beyond the expectations of the players such as Mole and Spring.

Did these abominable Europeans receive another hidden mission?

Not cutting a knife is too much!

In addition to the newly established corps, those business players who plan to fool the new members into the group are also shouting for cakes there.

The noisy voices in the square were endless, and the newcomers were stunned to discover that these old players were more noisy than them.

Just then, there was a scream from the crowd.

Unprofessional anti-man: "Gan! Why is my nose flat?"

The surrounding players turned their heads to look at the door and were immediately happy.

good guy.

An upright walking... Bajie?

That nose and ears can't be wrong!

"Fantastic, are there pigmen after Catgirl?"

"Friend, can you eat pork?"

"Hey, the bad taste of the dog's plan!"

"Hahaha, brother, I have read your book!"

Unprofessional anti-man: "%￥#@!"

Standing on the square, Chu Guang also had a surprised expression on his face.

Especially when he browsed the properties panel for this little player.

【

ID: Unprofessional anti-man

Gene sequence: Physique line

Level: LV.0

——Basic attributes——

Strength: 5

Agility: 3

Constitution: 7

Perception: 5

Intelligence: 5

】

【

talent:

Pigman: Get the nose, ears and tail of a pig (screwed up, pigs and humans are 83% genetically similar, but the fusion of the two didn't go as smoothly as I thought... Maybe I should try cats next time .)]

Accelerated Recovery: It has a 133%~150% recovery speed bonus, and the hunger accumulation speed also gains a 200% bonus.

】

The same as the oooo sesame paste before.

The player's sequence is not classified as a different species, but a constitution system. The attribute panel is also a standard template of the constitution system, with 3 sensitivity and 7 bodies, and the rest are the benchmark value of 5.

It's also a loss.

After all, the claws of the lizard and the big white bear can be used anyway, and the debuff of the corpus callosum is that the fingers are not very coordinated.

But trotters...

Chu Guang really couldn't think of any other use except for the braised fever.

"Forget it, the specific gameplay is left to the players to figure out for themselves."

Chu Guang coughed lightly, walked in front of the players, deftly fended off the hand that was trying to attack his chest, and activated the talent of spiritual deterrence, forcing the naughty little player to back away instinctively.

Wait for the crowd to quiet down.

Responding to the pair of expectant gazes, Chu Guang read out his redesigned opening remarks for the Beta version with a serious expression.

"Welcome back to the surface, lucky ones alive! I'm the manager of Vault 404, and I'm also the manager of the Alliance.

"I have two important news for you here. The good news is that the war is over, and the bad news is that our world has changed beyond recognition."

"However, the situation here is not as bad as you think. Thanks to the efforts of your predecessors, they united the aborigines on the surface, defeated the savagery that threatened us, and successfully established our first country in the wasteland. A stronghold."

"According to the resolution of the highest level of the People's Federation, a united front for the revival of human civilization has been established, and we have formed a new alliance. Soon, recovery areas will sprout up like mushrooms after a rain, until we get back what we lost one by one."

"You are more fortunate than tens of billions of people to live in this new era. After celebrating the joy of rebirth, I need you to recognize the status quo as soon as possible, and then fulfill your vows under the banner of the People's Federation—"

"Rebuild our home!"

In terms of setting, the players are the old popsicles that have been dormant in the People's Union era.

Although the hibernation chamber does not have a freezing function.

After speaking this sentence in Chinese, Chu Guang recorded it and backed it up on the server.

In the future, new people will join the game every day, and it is impossible for him to come to the scene every day as a repeater.

Afterwards, Chu Guang will instruct a trusted guard, wearing a six-type "heavy cavalry" exoskeleton, to come here to complete the work for him——

Play back his recording.

Or repeat what he said.

At the end of the opening animation, Chu Guang handed over the time to the old players.

In the lively welcome ceremony~www.wuxiamtl.com~ the newcomers found their own organizations, and they were looking forward to taking the novice gift package prepared for them by the manager, ready to step into this mysterious wasteland world and feel How real can this 100% real virtual reality game be?

With the care of the old players, the fastest death record created by the quit smoking brother should not be refreshed so quickly.

At the same time, the most powerful team of cattle and horses on the server was quietly approaching the eastern part of Qingquan City, an area that few people set foot in.

Standing on a half-collapsed tall building.

Fang Chang, who held the telescope in his hand, looked at the vast forest scattered among the reinforced concrete ruins, his face was full of shock.

"It's amazing too..."

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(Thanks to the leader of "Di Sanxian Gai Van" for the reward!! This chapter is still a few thousand words short, so it should be made up for yesterday's update. I will pay back the updates I owe before, it's too uncomfortable not to save the manuscript )