My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely! Chapter 997: Funeral, dormant!

"Master Manager, four of our sewage pipes have collapsed."

South of Sunny Harbor City.

The entrance and exit of the harbor shelter is a bit chaotic, and there are piles of bombed and collapsed ruins everywhere.

Hearing that his subordinates came to report the news, the short man who was leading people to clean up the collapsed part bombed by the undead raised his head, and a trace of surprise flickered in his narrowed eyes.

The man's name is Kensa, and he is the nominal manager of the harbor shelter.

There is always a strong fishy smell on his body, as if he has been submerged in the smell after sleeping in an unwashed fishing net for many days.

For this reason, managers of many other shelters have ridiculed them more than once.

But in the face of these denials, Kensa himself suddenly didn't care a bit.

No one else.

In the past ten years, there have been only two managers in dozens of shelters who were not selected by blood inheritance or normal referendum.

One is hunting tigers.

The second is him.

The difference is that Liehu's status was not much worse than that of a manager ten years ago. Before he became a manager, he had already mastered the military power of the entire Pingtan Refuge. It can be said to have a bad reputation!

As for him, he is an extremely ordinary little fisherman in the harbor shelter, the kind that no one will ask a few questions even if he disappears.

The huge gap between birth status and other managers made Kensa never care about those ridicules.

And this is also one of the key elements for him to be a manager.

"The collapse will collapse, continue to increase the sewage discharge, and wash away the ashes as soon as possible."

After issuing orders to his subordinates indifferently, Kensa showed a hint of satisfaction in his eyes as he watched them go away.

When the sudden fog brought everyone to this strange world some time ago, he just felt terrible.

The reason why the Seaport Refuge can maintain its current strength and status in Qinggang City, and continue to develop, relies on the nearby Merical Sea.

But the fog brought everything here, but it just forgot about the sea.

This kind of feeling is like everyone is a sports student who has been exercising for three years in high school, but an accident happened before taking the physical examination.

The swimming event was canceled and all events became running.

The sports students who were exercising to run before were naturally ecstatic, but it was a devastating blow to the sports students exercising swimming.

To be more complicated, the Harbor Refuge has completely lost its competitiveness in this Qinggang City. It is necessary to find a new business route or resource acquisition method as soon as possible in order to continue to develop. The sanctuary is slowly eating away.

Simply put.

Harbourside Sanctuary is almost done.

Strange world, unknown environment, and ambitious neighbors.

This is not a peaceful and prosperous world. The post-war era, where conflicts often break out and even nuclear wars are re-started, believes in the law of the jungle and the strong respecting.

Especially among the gophers, the law of the jungle is implemented to the extreme. Everyone is smiling on the surface, but in fact, they don't know how much they want to kill each other quickly, so that they can embezzle a share of the benefits.

In the past, when there were gophers from the surrounding cities threatening, the large and small forces in Qinggang City did not dare to fight each other, for fear of being taken advantage of by others.

But now...

When he heard that Liehu dared to send people to slaughter the caravan in the harbor that night, Kensa immediately realized and reacted.

Times are different, and bullets are the new rule again, and whoever has the biggest fist will be respected.

Whoever is ruthless enough can gain the fear of others.

If the Seaport Refuge is weak, it will not only be taken away by the hunting tiger for nothing, but also be put into the "bullying" queue by the seemingly monolithic allies of the Southern Suburbs Alliance.

The Harbor Haven must prove its strength and mettle.

He must also show the strength that a manager should have.

Even if this war is known to be lost.

The result did not make him guess wrong. Although Liehu is much older than ten years ago, and his iron frame has become less rigid, the foundation of Pingtan Shelter is still there after all. The strength of the Pingtan army trained by the harsh training method is simply terrifying.

Even if the opponent is already ambushed at a disadvantage, the opponent can still rely on hard power to tear a breakthrough to achieve anti-encirclement.

However, just when Kensa thought he would have to pay a lot, the appearance of the Clear Harbor Sanctuary was beyond his expectation.

This kind of inexplicable upholding justice is almost like favoring the harbor refuge.

Even these other refuges in Yugoslavia sent continuous inquiries that night, trying to get a little extra information.

And this kind of opportunity also made Kensa suddenly see a ray of hope in despair.

He is not a fool.

Although I don't know what the Clear Harbor Sanctuary is going to do, but it is enough to pull this tiger skin as a banner to force the hunting tiger not to take further revenge on the Harbor Sanctuary.

The Harbor Sanctuary really needs the city to be chaotic and return to the previous situation where everyone was in danger.

Even when the Wanderers Alliance approached him and wanted to invite him to enter the Lightning Wall with a bomb.

For some reason, Kensa also agreed to it.

From then on, everything in the follow-up development began to be "wonderful".

First, the bomb detonated smoothly, attracting the attention of the Clear Harbor Refuge, and then the homeless invaded aggressively, turning the entire industrial area upside down.

In this case, the Clear Harbor Refuge launched revenge for the sake of face, which has already made the city extremely chaotic and disorderly, achieving the result he wanted to see before.

But what Kensa didn't expect was that.

Before Sunny Harbor Sanctuary continued to track down the murderer, strange things happened again and again in this strange world.

The return of the undead who is not afraid of death.

A radiation beast that has been greatly strengthened.

And... new neighbors starting to appear around.

"Get messed up."

"Only when there is chaos, the harbor shelter can develop!"

Looking at the hazy sky, Kensa opened his mouth wide, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and giggled.

The strength of the Clear Harbor Refuge is so strong, but it has already come to this end.

According to the latest news, a big conflict broke out among them.

The commander of the defending industrial area went so far as to let the homeless inside, and openly admitted that they are one of the residents of the Clear Harbor Sanctuary.

Dude, is he crazy?

Didn't he know that these **** homeless people would be like locusts, lying on the shelter and sucking blood continuously?

Moreover, it seems that many homeless people in the city have already left for Sunny Harbor Shelter, wanting to become residents there.

Shooting the first bird, whoever dares to jump out first in this situation will naturally become the target of attack by the others.

Kensa fully believes that in the next few months, or even within half a year.

Qinggang City will continue to maintain the false peace before, and wait until another key point to promote the change of the situation arrives.

And during this period, whoever can develop faster and better adapt to this world will gain benefits in the ensuing disputes!

The competition now is "Dormitory"!

And this happens to be what he is best at.

...

Late at night.

A human team supporting each other staggered to the border of Tianyuan.

Stand on the newly constructed guard wall.

Feng Tianmin, who was wearing a black military overcoat, walked down with a heavy expression, looking at Feng Long who was at the front who said nothing, he couldn't hold back after all.

Crack.

A loud slap made Feng Long turn half a circle on the ground.

If it weren't for the support of the person next to him, I'm afraid he would have to roll a couple of times on the ground to get rid of this force.

"How many people?"

Feng Tianmin turned his head to look at the drenched nuclear energy rifle behind him, with a look of coldness in his eyes.

The latter's lips trembled, making a faint sound like a mosquito:

"Two...twenty one."

A total of 170 Tianyuan troops went to the southern suburbs to fight, but in order to maintain the outer security and defense, only 102 people actually entered the underground pipeline to go to the red core shelter.

The horrible death rate of close to 20% is no longer a mistake, but... a crime!

They did not die on the battlefield, but in the stagnant water that spread throughout the pipeline.

They were not shot through their chests or heads, but stayed in the dark and cold pipeline forever in the endless feeling of drowning.

They will never come back and become the first batch of people on the death list in Tianyuan Territory.

"The dead are dead, help them in."

He also walked down from the security wall, looking at the Tianyuan army whose faces were covered in black dirt.

Su Mo said softly, but there was no trace of blame in his voice.

But it was just like this that made everyone present bow their heads in shame, feeling panic for a moment.

"The lord... I... blame me, I told them there are... those plants."

The most lively old man on weekdays lost his composure.

Obviously it shouldn't be.

Obviously shouldn't be so greedy!

Although everyone is a player, they are not players in the game.

There is no second life.

If you die, you will really die, and you will never return to your hometown and see your loved ones again!

"You are doing the right thing, but sometimes, doing the right thing does not mean it is the right choice."

Sumo looked at him and said.

"Go back and rest, you have done a good job in escaping. As for the others, take those who stay behind and live with their will."

In fact, as early as when I heard that Feng Long led people into the sewer again and wanted to break into the red core shelter.

Su Mo had vaguely predicted that something bad would happen.

Accidents often come from greed.

As it happens, not everyone can restrain this greed.

There was a touch of emotion on the old man's face.

Before he approached the border, he had already thought about the next wave of severe punishment.

But this way...

"My lord, don't worry, I will live on!"

"Never let their sacrifice go to waste."

"Yeah."

Life and death have long been the main theme of the entire wasteland.

Frequent natural disasters will eliminate the stragglers round after round, shrinking the number of human beings again and again.

Instead of remembering the dead and living in the regrets and blanks left by them, it is better to take a longer view.

Su Mo comforted himself in this way, but in the end he watched everyone leave from the heavily guarded gap and completely disappeared from sight.

The gloomy mood still failed to calm down.

What should come is still coming.

The arrival of the aborigines did bring more opportunities to this land, but at the same time it also brought the risk of killing people.

Would you consider slowing down, first raising the productivity and combat effectiveness of the territory to a higher level, and then blending in.

It has become something that he, the lord, urgently needs to consider.

Perhaps... it's time to go dormant.

These villagers without "special help" have done well within their capabilities.

As a lord, you should not continue to demand that they be better, but give them more support and encouragement.

"Master, I feel that you are in a low mood now, do you need me to play some uplifting music for you?"

The number zero in his pocket shook, heartlessly breaking the dull atmosphere.

"Wars and adventures are always accompanied by casualties. According to my recent study, your residents don't seem to be so afraid of death."

"Really?"

"Yes! Big data will not deceive number zero!"

Number Zero's tone even brought a little joy, obviously he still can't understand the meaning of death to human beings.

However, he did not make a mistake in predicting the attitude of the villagers.

It seems that everyone expected this day to come.

The impact of the death event did not spread to the point of no return in the entire Tianyuan Territory.

Except for the fact that many emo people couldn't fall asleep on the first night, the atmosphere became lively again on the second day.

There were several posts in memory of the waiter on the game channel, and there were tens of thousands of replies below.

It can be seen that the villagers did not let it go completely, but let the deceased live in the eternal written records in another way.

The third morning.

Several corpses of soldiers and unidentifiable incomplete parts that were finally found yesterday were brought back in wooden boxes that had been built.

The blazing flames transpired, sublimating the swollen and whitish body into powder and loading it into the jar.

Behind Iron Stone Mountain, the funeral began under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes.

"May the light of Mother Earth lead them home, to the place where we were born."

"May the fiery blood of Huaxia allow them to be reborn again, and become a part of us in another way."

"May the pain and torment be no longer upon you..."

"May the separation in the world no longer be a distant distance..."

Standing above the towering mound~IndoMTL.com~ Qiao Yuansheng solemnly recited the eulogy.

Eight pure white pots with a green earth outline were brought up and buried in the ground in front of everyone.

In this strange wasteland, the most simple wish of most people is to return to the earth.

Either alive or brought back in a jar.

Even if they die, they don't want to stay in this land with no sense of belonging.

For the last shovel of soil, Sumo stepped forward, gently picked it up and threw it on the slightly raised soil bag.

Afterwards, he took the microphone from Qiao Yuansheng with an unprecedented solemn tone:

"I promise, we will bring them home one day."

"I promise!"

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