My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely! Chapter 430: Sweep in one night, violent harvest!
Chapter 433 Sweep overnight, violent harvest!
During the long years of wasteland, hundreds of generations, and tens of thousands of years of struggle, the alien races thought they had figured out the way of human beings.
According to the rules, even though their own clan was not the final winner, they never let humans really win.
They are confident that the human race is like a grasshopper after autumn, and it will stop eating within a few days.
But this time, their inertia made them fall hard.
Although it will not hurt the real foundation, to a certain extent, it is equivalent to slapping their faces a few times!
Therefore, after the avatars of the five imperial families and false gods were destroyed, the clans and gods behind the countless alien races did not choose to stop.
They are plotting and discussing how to get back their place and how to take advantage of this period of great change to become the new royal family.
They are waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that will allow them to ignore the danger!
But there is an obvious fact that these remaining alien races in the wasteland can't wait any longer!
To be clear, from a macro perspective, they have become.
Abandoned!
Three forty in the afternoon.
The tundra fleet, which has been stationed here for two days, finally packed up all the things in a hurry, and "started out" again.
Those who receive the anchor receive the anchor, and those who take the supplies take the supplies.
Scouts, ship repairers, combatants, logistics personnel, and commanders have also been put in place one after another.
did not conceal the purpose of this operation. Under the excitement of everyone, as the Hope moved first, the entire huge ship also had a backbone!
"Curve course, North 29, sail up, pay attention to adjust the safe distance of the rear raft fleet, do not collide"
"All raft ferry masters, please pay attention to the instructions at any time and respond. If you see the message, please reply"
"Received."
“.”
Sitting in the refurbished command room of the Tundra, Lu Yongyi swung Fang Qiu and controlled all the ships below.
Such a simple deployment of troops, even without the help of the captain of the big ship, he can handle it with ease.
After four o'clock, when all the formations were finally deployed, under the leadership of Sumo, the entire fleet was like an arrowhead heading into the deep sea again!
Boom!
Boom!
The wind roared like thunder!
When a ship is moving, it should be silent.
But with dozens of ships and a huge fleet of rafts, this formation is a bit terrifying.
In normal times, everyone can only drift slowly in three or four knots.
But now, with the 60% attribute bonus of the Hopeful, the raft has been released for an unprecedented time
27 knots!
What is this concept?
Think about it, the speed of destroyers that are still in service on the earth, including aircraft carriers, is only within this range.
Even the speedboats in tourist attractions can hardly reach this terrifying speed.
Moreover, this speed does not need to burn oil!
It’s the same as the bug, obviously it’s just the people on the raft gently paddling the oars, but the raft ferry is drifting forward quickly as if there is no gravity.
And those ships with sails are even more powerful.
They don't even need to row a boat, they only need to control the force of the sail, and they can easily control their speed, which can be described as the power of gods and ghosts!
Of course, after the live broadcast connection is disconnected, only the tundra fleet maintains such a connection in the entire wasteland ocean, and can enjoy this terrifying bonus.
【Captain Sumo, currently heading north 33, has detected signs of alien activity, and the distance is 199 kilometers】
[According to the detection of the reaction intensity of the signs of activity, the number of alien races in this area is 1.36W-1.69W]
【The current speed of the ship is 30 knots, and the estimated time of arrival at the target location is 8:14pm】
Under the frightening speed, seeing that the time had only passed half an hour, Gong Gong found out that this alien team had passed by and reacted, Su Mo couldn't help showing a smile.
If the tsunami is still monstrous, 200 kilometers is only a distance that can be reached in just over an hour for the Nozomi.
Now, although it takes four hours, compared with the harvest, it is still a huge profit!
During the long and boring voyage, after observing for a while and confirming that there was no problem, Sumo took the time to go up to the captain's cabin to catch up on a leisurely sleep.
With the sleep aid effect of psionic water, coupled with the excitement of getting a complete flying carpet, Sumo slept very soundly this time.
It wasn't until seven o'clock when the policeman issued a reminder that he woke up from nothingness.
Outside, the sun has set again.
In a place with a round sky, the deeper you go into the sea, the sooner the night will come.
Get up and look through the porthole, and you can see that the raft has been lit with lights during the sailing process.
During high-speed navigation, like the Hope, these ships will also have an invisible protective film to protect the people inside from being disturbed by the impact of the airflow.
"Okay, rest for half an hour, everyone bury the pot and cook, and leave when you are full!"
Pressing the earphone, as the leader of the fleet, Su Mo gave the order without hesitation.
Following his instructions to Zhang Long, when the speed of the Hope slowed down, the ships in the fleet behind also stopped slowly with a tacit understanding.
The half-day sailing brings endless excitement!
Ordinary survivors who have never "flyed" on the sea before, it was in this afternoon that they saw the magical things beyond the boundaries of human cognition.
With longing for the future, although most people didn’t feel hungry because of excitement, they still set up stoves everywhere when they thought of the possible battle at night.
The three armies have not moved, and the food and grass go first.
With the convenience of storage space, the most troublesome problem of food and grass is not a big problem for the time being.
Fry the pancakes that have been steamed before in the pan, and then stir-fry the porridge cooked on a high fire next to it, with a few mouthfuls of pickles from seabed plants.
All the survivors were also very satisfied!
On the Hope, because of the joining of the chef, Su Mo also officially got rid of the predicament of cooking by himself, and lived a happy life just like Hope Village.
"Brother, why don't you just let Moore shoot the cannons later, the black lights are blind, and they will go up behind, and there will probably be a lot of casualties"
Sitting at the dining table, eating chili fried meat buns, Su Chan muttered while chewing.
In the entire small cafeteria, there are many people sitting here, more than a dozen captains, plus Shen Ke, Moore and so on.
But only Su Chan can say this kind of words.
Only she has this right!
"Don't think about it, I never planned to let them go up to fight, at best, clean up the battlefield!"
"Besides, human life is definitely more precious than shells. I don't want this pursuit battle to become an encounter!"
Paused the chopsticks, Su Mo grinned, although he was staring at the deliciously boiled porridge in front of him, his eyes spread to the faces of the people next to him.
Obviously, everyone including Shen Ke breathed a sigh of relief after he said this.
Very good, this person is available!
Observing this conclusion, the smile on Su Mo's face became wider, and the food on his mouth seemed to be a little sweeter.
He doesn't want his subordinates to be executioners who only care about profit and don't care about humanity.
People need to have a conscience and a bottom line in order to maintain their original intention of persevering in the wasteland.
Without these, it is difficult to control and easy to explode!
At 8:39 p.m., the tundra fleet officially arrived in the alien sea.
Accompanied by the six rounds of Hope falling from the sky from 20 kilometers away, the area covered by it within two kilometers has completely turned into a purgatory on earth.
Even if they are far away, all survivors can think of the tragedy of the aliens from the flames transpiring in the sky.
Facing the supreme weapon of human beings, they are really too weak, so weak that no one even sees them, and the soul flies back to the clan first.
Separate a small boat with about 200 people and take a raft of 2000 people to clean up the battlefield.
With the rest of the people, the fleet went straight to another gathering place of alien races 60 kilometers away.
At 9:17 in the evening, two shells were fired, and the 3,300 alien races did not resist, and they were all wiped out in an instant.
It was concocted according to the law again, and people were assigned to clean the battlefield.
The fleet is busy rushing to the next battlefield again!
At eleven o'clock in the evening, ten shells were fired, and thirty-two thousand alien groups were destroyed.
At one o'clock in the morning, four shells were fired, and another eight thousand aliens died on the spot
Three fifteen, six thousand.
Four twenty, seven thousand five.
Six thirty, fourteen thousand.
Like a heartless prodigal son, the Hope never stays on a battlefield for a second longer.
Almost as soon as the cannon was fired, after Gonggong confirmed that there were no survivors, the fleet dispersed again.
The fleet with a number of hundreds of thousands of people gradually became 80,000...50,000, 30,000 after a night of hunting.
Until now, fifteen thousand people!
After a night of "busy running", no one in the fleet complained of suffering or tiredness.
Of course, they have been sitting on the boat resting, just watching the harvest notification in the regional channel, they are already so happy that they are almost crazy.
They expected that they would be the next troop to collect the spoils, but they also expected to follow Hope, go to the next place, and do another ruthless job!
"Lu Suo, ask me, can the people below persist?"
"I caught a big fish. If it doesn't work, let's rest for a while before going over. They can't escape anyway!"
"How big!"
"About 70,000!"
“Hiss”
As the culprit of global warming, after hearing this number, Lu Yongyi gasped immediately, and decided on the spot to help the remaining survivors decide the "future"!
At 8:19 in the morning, without any negation, the familiar twenty-nine shells fell from the sky.
This grand attack can be regarded as an official announcement:
The hunting operation is successfully concluded!
From 4:00 pm to 8:00 am, sixteen hours of high-intensity sailing and stress-free combat have basically squeezed out all the "potential" in the nearby waters.
The remaining alien races, even if there were any, were just a few hundred people. Su Mo was too lazy to go, and he was too lazy to waste anti-aircraft guns to kill mosquitoes.
In one night, the record of killing 160,000 aliens has become an astronomical figure that all survivors on the wasteland will feel dizzy just by listening to it.
And if we consider the horrific battle loss ratio that human beings pay 0, we can know the power of technological weapons in this war!
With all the remaining survivors, Hope took the lead and sailed towards the sea of flames.
Along the way, as they got closer to the center of the battlefield, the smell of **** gunpowder became heavier.
At the same time, the black and gray blood floating on the sea looked like a horror movie.
Facing the natural nausea brought by this smell, after allowing all the crew members to adapt for a few minutes, the Hope crashed straight into it, breaking a "bloody" road!
Following this road, the crew members who were still on the rafts and ships, although they were disgusted, rushed down without any flinching, and began to gather the spoils.
In addition to the treasure chest, the flesh of certain alien races is also a good material. Not only can it be used to make tools and weapons, but it can also be stored to be fermented in the deep sea to become fertilizer for planting.
What's more, it can be used to recover points, which can be said to serve multiple purposes!
"Brother, I'm going down to clean up too. I love picking up treasure chests!"
Looking at Su Chan riding Moore, each of them greeted each other and rushed down the boat excitedly.
opened his mouth, but Su Mo finally shook his head and laughed dumbfoundedly.
These stimuli that have long been unable to touch his nerves, for ordinary survivors, seem to have come to heaven.
In the absence of control, the entire Nozomi Hope, from the management to the crew.
They almost rushed down the passage together, swimming in the ocean to collect the spoils.
Every time they picked up a treasure box, they screamed excitedly.
Every time they found a powerful alien who was ugly in appearance but now turned into a corpse, they beat their chests repeatedly, as if endless resentment was vented.
Through Hope's screen analysis system~IndoMTL.com~Sumo can see clearly and be fascinated by the performance of these people.
He didn't react until Oreo obediently stepped in from the gate and lay quietly by his feet.
"Wow, woof!"
"Don't worry, I'm not addicted to killing, they are just stepping stones on my way!"
Knowing the worry in Oreo's heart, Su Mo seemed to be speaking to Oreo, but in fact, his eyes were erratically looking up at the sky.
Games, what you want is balance, and the illegal ability of Hope is not in balance.
Su Mo had a hunch that if he led everyone to kill for one or two rounds, the game would definitely intervene!
And at that time, the "honeymoon relationship" that the two had just established will directly break down!
Although Su Mo was not afraid of this fate, he didn't think about doing it.
Game doesn't know, but he knows in his heart:
As a person, the most indispensable thing for me is .
Just accept it when you see it!
(end of this chapter)