“December 27, 2175 AD.

The weather was gloomy and there was an unexpected acid rain in the afternoon.

The meteorological radar of the new base was blown up during the battle a few days ago, which made us not predict this accident.

The new soldiers were still a little uncomfortable. They didn't have time to close the filtered water tank, causing us to lose three boxes of precious filtered water. Fortunately, the other losses were not serious.

Julie has recently become my new adjutant.

She is a very brave female warrior, and she was once a promising workplace woman. She has the delicateness that women should have, and most of the work can be done properly.

But her decayed lifestyle gave me a headache.

She got drunk the other night.

We were having a night party with a young man who joined us in the warehouse, but her little boyfriend had a special identity. In the early morning, the two were discovered by the boy's mother, which led to a conflict.

I later communicated with his father, the miner Wang Ya.

The honest former miner said he could understand and took the initiative to say that his son was wrong. After all, a young man who grew up in a feudal country had never seen a woman like Julie.

But then, Wang Ya's wife came to me privately and said that since she had an intimate relationship, she should consider letting her son marry Julie and pass the family.

I have a headache.

How should I tell this kind old lady that with Julie's personality, there is a high chance that she would just treat her son as a tool for venting desires?

never mind.

Let the young people deal with their own affairs, they are always so impulsive.

I can understand, after all, I was young too.

Alas, I began to miss Su's days a little. The young man could always do everything in silence, and I didn't need to give more instructions.

More importantly, with Su's personality, he would not cause trouble like Julie.

Speaking of Su.

I don’t know if everything goes well with my partner?”

Under the dim light, the hand holding the pen stopped.

There seemed to be a bitter smile in the darkness, and there was another sound of a lighter.

After a few seconds, as the rich smoke spread, the hand holding the pen continued to write:

"Yesterday I sent a team to investigate the Death Desert Border. In order not to be detected by the Immortal Society, they kept the communication silent, and didn't know where they were now.

Their reconnaissance is very important to us. Since capturing the new base, the immortality seems to be stimulated and they continue to attack us.

Even the robots were dispatched in the wind and sand, but they were destroyed by the base's defense system.

What exactly is Emma doing?

She should know that with the firepower of this base, the old hunter robots can no longer pose a threat to us.

Judging from the combat system of Free Citizen City as I remember, after many consecutive days of suicide attacks, half of the combat robots she could use should have been consumed.

Moreover, several consecutive robot attacks did not have the support of air and ground fire. Rather than attacking, it was more like a kind of waste utilization consumption.

I had a premonition that something might have changed a little.

I have to figure out whether the robot workshop in Liberty Citizen City is still in operation and whether Emma restarted the weapons production agreement.

Or is my already crazy mentor who has used her superb mechanical knowledge to develop more deadly weapons, intending to take advantage of the opportunity to attack us and consume some of the ‘inventory’?

Hopefully, this is not the case.

I have enough troubles.”

After writing the last sentence, Roger put down his pen.

This is his diary today, thanks to the request of his grandfather who survived the nuclear war, Roger, a native wastelander, developed the habit of writing diaries since childhood.

Of course not for simple recording.

This is more like a way of thinking. Roger wrote down everything that happened today, and then read the words in the dim lights, and found some clues he had not found from the lines.

Or connect these things to dig out more implicit information.

It's like a review.

This is his special way of thinking, but today's diary is more of a tedious little thing. Even if you have any worries about the Immortal Society in your heart, you have to wait until the investigation of the vanguard team is over before confirmation.

After writing the diary, Roger stood up and turned on the lights in the underground dormitory room a little.

He was wearing a vest and moving his strong body, turning around and picking up food like cakes from the plate next to him.

This is the family of four new miners. The date cake made of sand dates grown near the base is a bit weird in color, but the taste is still good.

They came to the new world, and they also adhered to the frugal tradition of the old world, and had a good skill in cooking.

Although the products here are poor and there are not many ingredients, these ladies with survival wisdom are still contributing to this new base within their ability.

At least, in addition to the boring nutrition sticks, there is another choice for the daily recipes of the warriors.

"The black fox received a reply! Here are the pigeons."

Just as Roger finished eating the date cake and drank the filtered water that was indescribable and planned to take a break, a signal suddenly sounded in the silent chip communication.

Roger jumped up from the bed suddenly.

"The black fox received it."

Roger responded quickly and asked:

"You guys are here?"

"Well, right in the previous warehouse, who was careless and locked the warehouse door? Come and open it for me, and by the way, a few more people will be accepted for your supplies."

Jiang Xia's voice was filled with dissatisfaction.

But Roger was full of joy.

The time flow rate of the bitter wood realm and wasteland is one to five.

A month and a half have passed here, and ten days have passed there. Since Jiang Xia can still bring supplies, it means that he has achieved a comprehensive victory over Ruyifang.

It's time to congratulate him.

Roger put on his clothes and issued instructions to others in the base in the chip communication. After a few minutes, the warehouse that was locked outside was reopened.

The power is turned on and the light is on.

Julie, carrying a gun, strode into the warehouse. When she saw Jiang Xia wearing clothes and arms hanging on her face, leaning against a container, complaining to Su.

The fourth brother stood behind them, and there were several soldiers left in the Kumu Realm, guarding with guns.

In addition to them, there are more than 50 dirty miners in the warehouse. These guys are thugs sent by Ruyifang to attack Fengshan before. They have been working hard in Fengshan for a long time.

Now they are free and have to spend a long time in the wasteland as preparatory warriors of the Black Hands.

"Yo, Julie."

Seeing Julie coming, the fourth brother's legs trembled, as if he had recalled bad memories, but he secretly took out a string of beautiful pearl ornaments from his arms and stuffed them into Julie's hand.

After all, I had a bad fate.

This time I came here to "visit relatives and friends" and I was embarrassed to come empty-handed.
Chapter completed!