My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely! Chapter 894: Disaster forecast, fog barrier!

  Chapter 897 Disaster forecast, fog barrier!

  "Hmm, today is a good day."

  The gate of Hope Town.

   Duan Xiong, who was full of food and drink, walked out of the town gate with his head held high, humming a little tune that only he knew.

  Behind him, thirty or forty people from the Siping caravan came out in a file.

  "Brother, wouldn't it be too bad for us to replace the engine with so many things?"

  The deputy steward of the caravan, Duan Bang, was a little worried. Looking at the smiling townspeople beside him, he always felt that something was wrong.

  "You know a hammer, this engine is full of human beings!"

   "Someone accept it?" Duan Bang was taken aback 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 fiery eyes: "You won't forget it so soon, right? Follow this road and turn northwards, the guy's new forces don't like this kind of people who just look at it the most." Are there any black-tech items? The prices they offer are never low, maybe we can exchange them for some good "self-defense" items."

   Duan Xiong emphasized the word self-defense.

  The next wave of disasters is about to come. Caravans traveling outside will inevitably encounter hungry and crazy gathering places.

  At this time, a certain amount of firepower is very important, at least to ensure that the opponent will not go crazy and lose his mind.

  And if the strength of the gathering place you encounter is not strong, and you have certain weapons, you may be able to temporarily become a bandit, and come to such a wave or two.

   "Can I replace this broken engine?"

  Duan Bang still had some unbelievable doubts, and at the end he did not forget to add:

  "Brother, Brera's reputation is not very good. Who doesn't know that they are the bridgehead created by the Aurora Society, which hides its head and shows its tail. .”

  "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 ​​black and white, we are not good at it, let him eat it so easily?"

   "Also."

  "Brela has attracted a lot of people and has already rushed over. Even if we don't want to trade with them, we should at least see what kind of medicine these people are selling in their gourd."

   Duan Bang reminded.

  "Didn't you say that they are players left over from the previous era?"

  Duan Xiong shook his head.

  "True information will never spread as fast as rumors. We have to find out for ourselves."

  For a caravan that has to travel through more than half of the New World on one road, just buying and selling goods is not enough to attract so many people to join regardless of the danger.

  The boss of the caravan can't make enough profit from it to feed a large family of hundreds of people.

  What can really make caravans profit from it is the various intelligence services that everyone in Wasteland needs.

  They can ignore the shielding of radio waves with their physical bodies, and bring what happened 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 they can take portraits or descriptions to walk around the major gathering places of human beings.

  They receive the escort, and the larger the caravan, the more expensive the **** fee is, and it is safer.

  As long as any work that requires manual communication, they can find the link that needs them, so they can recommend themselves.

  Therefore, the more you travel and the more you learn, the more you can earn.

  This sentence has long been regarded as the truth by the caravans.

  "Let's go, although Hope Town is a tender town that makes people nostalgic, but we don't have the money to stay any longer."

  Greedyly beckoning to the back, Duan Xiong sighed and quickened his pace.

  For some reason, the more he looked at the proprietress of the inn in the past two days, the more she looked like his old mother who hadn't come yet.

  She is so kind and kind, and the tidy room always has a reassuring smell.

  The guard at the door also looked like his dead father. His broad shoulders made him not worried about the intrusion of foreign bandits.

  Of course, Duan Xiong would have stayed for two more days if it hadn’t been for the fact that the **** yuan points were too expensive.

  "Come again when you have money, no, when you make money in the future, maybe you can buy a residence here."

  Getting on the energy car that ferryed to the border of the territory, Duan Xiong looked out the window, a little lost in thought for a while.

  To be honest, he admires the lord of the Tianyuan Territory very much. He can build such a well-organized town from scratch in just a few months, and the planning of the town has taken foreign travelers into consideration from the early stage. The convenience of caravans.

  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 they still have a certain degree of self-discipline.

   This is not a fake. In two days, he has personally spoken to hundreds of people, and he can clearly feel the peace of mind from these people.

  Of course, if Shixiong looks back at this time, he may be surprised to find that the town he just left has been wrapped in a faint mist, and it seems to have changed inside.

  But the speed of the energy car for the ferry is still quite fast. Before everyone noticed it, they crossed a small low **** and hid everything in the blind spot.

  "Steward Duan, we have reached the boundary."

   "Huh?" Duan Xiong was still thinking about other things, but Wen Da reminded him.

  Looking around, just a while later, the ferry car has already sent everyone out, saving a lot of footwork.

  "Thank you so much, Brother Wen for your hospitality."

  Smiling from the bottom of his heart, Duan Xiong hurriedly expressed his thanks and beckoned people to get off the car.

  But it hasn't waited for everyone to stand still.

  Wow!

  The originally calm and dark sky suddenly vibrated up and down, as if the surface of the river was blown by the wind.

   Ripples flashed, the sky was kneaded into dough, and obvious wrinkles began to appear.

  In those folds, more and more white gas began to appear, and in an instant, the faintly radiant sun shrouded behind it.

  Day, it's getting dark again.

   Wisps of hot wind flew out of the fog.

   "Not good, is a disaster coming?" Duan Xiong was taken aback, and hurriedly opened the game panel.

   Sure enough, the game panel has changed at this time.

  Although the buttons distributed on it are exactly the same as before, there is no new disaster announcement popping up for the time being.

  But on the top layer of the panel, a white mist that is exactly the same as the white gas in the sky gradually appeared, thick and thick, slowly covering the interface below.

  In the white mist, a number is slowly changing.

  07:59:19

  "Disaster announcement, it's time for the next disaster announcement!"

  "There are still eight hours, it's too boring, why didn't you remind me in advance this time?"

  "Looking at this, the disaster won't come directly in time, right?"

  "What is this white mist, could it be a biochemical weapon?!"

  "No way, I just saw a little hope for the sun to recover, but the fog has pushed the sun behind again."

  "Do you feel that the warmth brought by the sun has not disappeared, but the visible light has been blocked?"

  "No, why don't we go back to Hope Town and hide for a while?"

  “.”

  The members of the caravan who jumped out of the car began to talk about it, and some people suggested going back to the town to hide for a while.

  During a disaster, it is not a good time to do business.

  For them, as long as they walk in the territory of no one, they have to bear several times the disaster punishment at all times.

  "We have to leave quickly and rush to the next place before the disaster breaks out."

  Duan Xiong's solemn tone directly interrupted everyone's extravagant hopes.

  "The disaster may not come immediately. If we keep it, it will undoubtedly be more difficult to go in the future."

  “Not to mention”

  “This disaster does not look like it will end soon.”

  Although he is not a leader in every disaster, he is able to come to the New World to organize a caravan. In terms of survival experience, he actually surpassed 99% of the people.

  Especially the most important disaster warning, he has secretly collected a lot of valuable information, and has never sold it outside.

   "Let's go, thanks to the brothers in Tianyuan Territory, I wish you a smooth ride through the next disaster."

  "We...see you in three months."

  With a wave of his hand, Duan Xiong quickly organized his team and headed north cautiously with his hands.

  In the eyes of outsiders, the huge Hope Town, with the withdrawal of the last team, everything began to slowly deform.

  The clean and tidy town road disappeared in the mist, replaced by a slightly dirty gravel road.

  The neat concrete buildings beside the town road also disappeared, leaving only a few promenade-type prefabricated houses connected together.

  The clothes on the villagers kept fading, and gradually turned into a dirty khaki, with patches and gaps on them.

  Even everyone's complexion changed from rosy to malnourished withered yellow cabbage.

  “The 14-day FusionExcel experience card is finally over!”

  Seeing that everything had returned to its "poverty" appearance, Marshal Wang let out a breath and relaxed.

  This stuff.

  Restraining the standard use may have unexpected miraculous effects.

  But if it is used to deceive yourself, it is much more dangerous than those hallucinogenic contrabands that make people linger on the earth.

  "Are you afraid that you won't be able to get out?"

  Sumo, who was standing next to him, had kindness 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 the small Sangtian Town.

  Furthermore, even Hope City didn't make him feel reluctant to leave.

   On the contrary, this dilapidated Hope Village is the "home" that 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 I will play bigger in the future, Lord Su, you should understand what I mean."

  "Of course I understand, but you don't have to worry, the energy consumption of this thing is extremely huge.

   Just simulating a small town to 10,000 people almost used up the energy we had accumulated for more than two months. "

  Su Mo looked at the tense Marshal Wang with great interest, and couldn't help thinking about whether he could hand over the second village in the territory to establish and manage it.

  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.

  Hope Village under his command is more inclined to an agricultural village, focusing on development and storage.

  Wang Marshal is good at dealing with people directly, such as charisma, executive ability, adaptability and so on.

  Under his management, the origin camp tends to be an open and inclusive economic village, focusing on expansion and trade.

  The two are not perfect complements in the same village.

  But for a territory, it happens to be able to divide and rule one inside and one outside.

  "Lord, is the sky above our heads also affected by virtual reality?"

  A faint vibration passes through.

   Marshal Wang suddenly raised his head, looking at the tumbling clouds and seeping mist.

  Standing on the iron stone mountain, he could see more, it was obvious that the folds were cracked one by one, and white mist was floating and gushing out of it.

  "No, it should be the next disaster coming?"

  Opening the game panel and glancing at the time on it, Su Mo 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 only strong but not weak.

  "It seems that the confrontation between Adam and the game before caused a backlash."

  "Maybe the item I brought out was detected by it and touched some rules?"

  Su Mo knew it in his heart, but his face was as usual.

   Seeing him so calm, Marshal Wang couldn't help but feel relieved, and the two continued to chat about future plans.

   On the other side, Chen Shen and the 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 solar radiation has returned to the normal value, but the increase has not slowed down at all, and is still rising at a steady 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 brows and said thoughtfully in surprise.

  There is a lot of snow accumulated on the entire surface. If it is kept for a long time, it will inevitably bring the temperature 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, once not guided.

  I'm afraid there are

   Flood risk?

  "The Ministry of Communications also has new data. They say that the sudden appearance of fog can greatly block the transmission of electromagnetic waves, which is more serious than the shielding of thousands of miles of mountains. According to the data model, if the fog covers us in the future Nearby, the electromagnetic wave communication distance will drop to an unprecedented 300 meters, or even shorter.”

  Sumo nodded.

  "What else?"

  Chen Shen thought for a while and continued.

  “We are blocked by fog.”

  "Blocked?" Su Mo frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

  “There are more and more fogs appearing in the gaps in the sky ~IndoMTL.com~ Some of them have dissipated, and the darker fogs are very strange, but wherever there are such deep fogs, It feels like there is an invisible wall? We have to go around the light fog to walk over."

   "There is such a strange thing?"

  Sumo looked down intently, and sure enough, he saw that the mist surrounding the village was faintly divided into two types: white mist and gray mist.

  At this time, many villagers gathered around curiously, testing the difference between the two types of fog.

  The white mist is shallow, and after entering, only the body shape is wrapped in it, and the light is folded, similar to the ordinary fog that is common on the earth.

  The gray fog became thicker as time went by, like a barrier made of black-gray bricks and stones, separating the inside and the outside.

  "The lord is bad! After sending away the people from the Siping caravan just now, the border of our territory has been wrapped in an inexplicable fog, and most places are now impossible to get out of!"

  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's scalp tingle.

  (end of this chapter)