Chapter 1042: The Phantom Fog Disappears, Imminent!
January 6th of the second year of the waste earth calendar, a day worthy of being recorded in the annals of history.
Human beings who survived by luck will always remember this day and this half-year-long disaster.
The Fog of Thousand Illusions is finally coming to an end.
No longer have to suffer from the necrotic humidity and lie in bed all night without sleep.
You no longer have to worry about whether the enemy will suddenly appear in the fog, and the clear vision will make the opponent invisible.
The appearance of the sun will bring the unique warmth of sunlight.
Even the cement that is not dry will speed up the progress and make the infrastructure construction go more smoothly.
It was just after six o'clock in the morning.
The quiet village became restless uncontrollably, and more and more residents walked out of their houses and looked up to the east.
There, the sun that had disappeared for half a year was bursting out with "brilliant" light, and the entire half of the sky was dyed a blue light.
Several staff members were walking beside the building, tearing off the slogan stickers that read "Residents should not walk around in heavy fog, pay attention to personal safety", and replaced them with new promotional slogans.
Because the time was too long, I felt the warmth descending on the body surface.
Many people raised their hands in front of their eyes, looking unaccustomed.
Standing in front of the gate of the dungeon, Su Mo subconsciously raised his hand to block the light that was not dazzling.
The world seemed to become clearer.
Before looking at any object, it felt like it was covered with a layer of tulle.
Especially when looking at the distance, this feeling is more obvious, giving people a feeling of living in an unreal world.
But now, there is only the last trace of mist in the air floating in the sky, which can hardly affect the weather any more.
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"Is the radio channel still blocked?"
"Yes, master, those fogs still block the launch of medium and long waves!"
The voice of Number Zero appeared at the right time, which proved that although the Myriad Illusion Fog disappeared, its effect did not end immediately.
Before, because of the heavy fog blocking the radio, humans had to go to the world channel to chat and send and receive messages.
It's a pity that the thing costs a lot, and all players will see what they say.
Many people migrating by sea are looking forward to the end of the fog. They can link to the human territories in the New World through radio channels, so as to obtain more detailed information and help.
However, the current approach of the game is to cut off this expectation and not completely let go of radio wave transmission.
This feels like a monopoly capitalist trying to make his product (world chat) more popular.
In order to let more people still use the game panel, I don't know how long this last sliver of fog will be kept.
Of course, it's not all bad.
At least the communication between the aborigines has also been hindered, and their intelligence communication is still firmly restricted.
"How long is the maximum communication distance?"
"Um, two hundred kilometers? Or three hundred kilometers?"
"That's okay."
Although the long-distance communication is still blocked, it will not feel like losing contact when going to Qinggang City.
Now, even if the territory chat is still not available, the radio communication channel can finally be used.
Su Mo could already imagine that the two allies who discovered this phenomenon were overjoyed, and quickly sent someone to send the encrypted channel number.
Being able to communicate is simply too sweet, and I don't have to endure the damn human information transmission anymore!
However, it wasn't until Sumo set out to check for further changes.
On the four-lane asphalt road in front of the underground city, Su Deben, who was riding an off-road motorcycle, came roaringly.
After parking the car and taking off his helmet, Su Deben, who was over half a century old, did not accept his age, and dressed like a boy with a will-o'-the-wisp.
Looking at the surprised Su Mo, he took a long breath and said quickly:
"A good news, a bad news, and a good news, which one do you want to hear first?"
"Um?"
Su Mo raised his eyebrows curiously.
"Looking at your appearance, let me hear the good news first."
"Forehead"
Already ready to tell the bad news first, Su Deben was a little taken aback, and quickly stopped what he had spit out.
From the back bucket of the motorcycle, he took out a folder.
"The good news is that although there were some twists and turns in our promotion process, we finally successfully sent it out. In less than half a month, our promotional advertisements will be broadcast at sea stations 10,000 nautical miles away from the New World. Every survivor who passes by Everyone knows that there is a 'Tianyuan' territory in the New World that can treat the Hell Flower Virus."
Before leaving, the communication department of the village had already agreed on a time.
It only needs to pass some simple encryption methods at three o'clock in the middle of the night when there are the fewest people, and the information can be transmitted smoothly.
At this time, Su Deben spread out the folder, which recorded the news that Bao Lei sent back through the world chat.
Su Mo took the document and glanced at it, and found that it did not record the twists and turns of the propaganda process, but instead contained some secret information in the deep sea and the general situation there.
"Are there so many pirates in this sea now? There are people on earth joining the aborigines' team as pirates to deal with our own people?"
Su Mo couldn't help clicking his tongue, admitting that he still underestimated the bottom line of human beings and the cruelty of the wasteland.
Not everyone can maintain their nature in the chaotic wasteland. Most people can't help but fall in the difficult choices again and again, and even if they don't fall, they are forced to fall by others.
According to the news sent back by Bao Lei, the number of pirates has now reached a terrifying level.
Based on the distribution of the population, nearly 3,000 people choose to be pirates in a sea area where 100,000 people gather.
They will not only attack the post stations established at sea, but also plunder the supplies and population in the post stations.
They will also pretend to be migrants to gain trust and rob those fleets heading to the New World.
What's more, even thought of building a fake 'sea station'.
But any team that hastily entered here to rest without inquiring clearly will be divided and dealt with in the end.
Those who are willing to be pirates stay, and those who are unwilling are either beaten as slaves at the lowest level, or directly thrown into exile in the sea.
And the most frightening thing is that this number is still rising.
According to the intelligence transfer statistics within the post station, there will be another month until the migration tide reaches its peak.
The number of pirates in the sea of 100,000 people will skyrocket to at least 20,000.
"Isn't this just to make a fortune before going to the New World? Even people who don't have this idea will be tricked and tempted?"
"Yes, when you see a fat sheep with supplies passing by, and no one else is watching, how many people can resist the urge not to do it?"
Ninety-five percent of people are not professional pirates.
Looting is just a temporary idea that can't help being tempted when seeing a large amount of supplies.
Looking at Su Mo with a serious face, Su Deben, who was standing aside, continued.
"But you don't have to worry too much about the pirates. According to my experience, there is a high probability that it will not develop to such a bad forecast at the sea station. You have to know that pirates will not only plunder ordinary people. As long as their number expands to To a certain extent, chaos will arise within itself.”
"Coupled with the arrival of the human army, more and more people will definitely choose to travel in groups, and they will have fewer opportunities to do it. After all, the best weapons they have are handmade guns, and there are no real guns at all. A powerful lethal weapon."
"What about the bad news?"
"The bad news is... your precious lump, Bao Lei, he has to lead people to deal with those pirates!"
Su Deben spread his hands, pretending to be helpless.
"You read that right, this kid is really courageous, the intelligence merchants in the giant tree root sea area robbed him of his reward, and only used less than 20% of the funds to pass on the news, but guess what happened on the sea? There have been some changes in the rules of the post station, the price of news transmission is more expensive, and an intelligence businessman sprayed our territory on the World Channel and was seen by Bao Lei."
"This kid immediately took people to kill the intelligence merchant. In the end, he didn't know how to operate it, but he won the trust of the manager of the sea station and became a new intelligence merchant."
"But the price is. He has to lead someone to clean up a group of pirates around, as a vote."
Even if Su Deben made a long story short, Su Mo could roughly guess that the process was not that simple.
The resident population of the giant tree root station is close to 20,000, and there are hundreds of guards alone.
In such an environment, the intelligence merchants can be slaughtered and replaced.
This is not something that ordinary audacity can sum up.
"So...he asked us for help?"
"Yes, Bao Lei only brought fifteen people with him, and the opponent has at least 300 people, and the scale is still expanding as time goes on. Even if he can command the ordinary guards of the station, it is unlikely that they will be surrounded and wiped out. pirate."
"How long did the station manager give him?"
"Fifteen days, of course, does not mean encirclement and suppression, but to ensure that the gang of pirates will not attack the station again."
"That's troublesome. Our support won't arrive in half a month."
Chu Guang thought for a moment.
"What about the rest of the news, is it related to the deep sea?"
"It's okay, but it's also a call for help."
Su Deben shook his head.
"Do you still remember that in the southern suburbs, a village and town tribe descended further south. Because of the invasion of the Clear Harbor Refuge and the loss of the protection of the fog, they were afraid that the desperate gophers would invade their homes, so they sent People came to ask if they could join our Western Suburbs Alliance and get protection."
"The southern suburbs are further south, and we are looking for protection from the western suburbs?"
Su Mo smiled faintly.
Unknowingly, the Tianyuan Territory has also become a member of the surrounding powerful forces.
With Qinggang City as the center, apart from the unshakable overlord "Qinggang Sanctuary", the strongest remaining is the Western Suburbs Alliance.
In terms of force, with Tiger Hunt's flat beach shelter as a guarantee, it can harden any shelter except Sunny Harbor.
In terms of development, the Tianyuan Refuge provides vast land, and a large amount of renewable resources can be harvested every day.
In terms of intelligence, the Jucheng Refuge has also recently opened up, spreading spies far along the high ring.
Compared with the false alliance in the southern suburbs, which is called an alliance, but actually fights against each other, the relationship between the three major forces in the western suburbs alliance is indeed "solid".
"There is nothing they can do. The southern suburbs cannot provide shelter, they will only become intruders."
Su Deben couldn't help but continued.
"Although I don't recommend including them in the alliance, if what the emissary said is true, we may have to think about it."
"Tell me."
Su Mo didn't directly refuse.
In fact, it's one of the main reasons he formed the league.
It is to speed up the development of the territory and have sufficient self-protection ability as soon as possible before the chaos comes.
Incorporating this group of tribes, which may be more than 300 kilometers away, into the Western Suburbs Alliance would be nonsense in the past.
But now the disaster of weakening firepower weapons is coming, and after the metal ages, the attack of Sunshine Harbor Sanctuary will no longer be so crushing.
Perhaps, this is an opportunity for the Western Suburbs Alliance to take the initiative!
"That gathering place is called "Pumpkin Coffe Bunker", and it is a small gathering place with about 6,000 people."
"At first I thought they were just a small wandering tribe in the Blue Star Wilderness, and they had no contact value."
"But the messenger brought us a surprise."
"If I'm not wrong, the owner of the bunker should be related to a certain figure in the college, most likely his family!"
"What? Are you. sure?"
Hearing what Su Deben said, Su Mo couldn't help showing a hint of surprise on his face.
The academy, on Blue Star, is a huge organization comparable to a foundation, with countless scarce technologies that make people covetous.
It is rumored that they did not give up on the research of artificial intelligence by the Blue Stars, and continued to push forward after the war.
That holy city, the residence of the academy.
It is the safest place in the entire Blue Star, no weapon can break through the surrounding defenses.
The family members of the big shots don't live there, would they choose to live in a bunker with thousands of people?
"You know, even big people have inconveniences. Some identities may not be so suitable to live in the Holy City and live around them. In this kind of bunker with abundant living facilities, most of the time it is more convenient."
"The envoy didn't tell me all the information, but the reward she gave was very attractive."
"As long as the master who protects the bunker waits until the academy's guards arrive, and after she leaves, it will be ours."
Su Deben showed an ambiguous look, obviously he had experienced similar things in the past.
"You mean that the owner of the bunker has contacted the academy?"
"Of course not, otherwise how could he find us."
Su Deben couldn't help shaking his head.
"You want to say why they don't go to the Clear Harbor Refuge to seek asylum, right? The reason is actually very simple. The owner of the bunker was childhood sweethearts with Hades, the manager of the Clear Harbor Refuge. She went to the palace of marriage, but in the end, due to some very coincidental reasons, she chose to betray and successfully fell in love with the big shots of the academy."
"Yes, that's all nonsense. I suspect that the game deliberately placed them around Qinggang City, just to stir up chaos!"
"If you really want Hades to know that she's flattering and swaying, she's going to get rid of it, and she's going to be a hottie!
