The sign for Fallout Shelter 027 was taken down and replaced with the sign for Camp 27.
The people in blue fallout shelter uniforms returned to the surface with the elevator.
When they saw the thin sunlight, they cheered, cried, ran on the street, and kissed the concrete floor.
The Fishbone soldiers stood in groups of three to five, chatting to kill time while they looked at the madmen mockingly.
"Are these guys crazy?" Jiang Chen looked at the blue skins cheering from afar as he raised his eyebrows in shock.
"They just waited for too long." Cheng Weiguo had a cigarette in his mouth as he grinned.
After the initial excitement, the residents quickly calmed down.
With the coordination of the manager sent by Fallout Shelter 027, the one hundred residents quickly gathered in the center of the square and then unloaded the construction materials from the freight elevator to the surface.
It was a type of metal plate. It was magical as it seemed to be a type of memory metal.
He saw a "Blue Skin" driving a small engineering vehicle, holding a 50-square-meter rectangular metal plate and throwing it on the ground. The "Blue Skin" waiting at the side stepped forward and tore off the plastic film on the outside. Not long after it came into contact with the air, Jiang Chen saw a few cracks appear in the middle of the fifty-square-meter metal plate. It began to move like a transformer and automatically assembled into a metal house with windows and doors.
Jiang Chen's eyes almost popped out.
This thing was simply amazing!
Seeing that Cheng Weiguo and the others did not show any signs of surprise, this kind of thing should not be considered rare before the war. But even if they didn't show any surprise, there was no doubt that they were envious.
No wonder the raiders were so keen on robbing the blue skins. There were too many good things.
Although it was not to the extent of robbing, Jiang Chen still stopped the manager in charge of the construction of the camp and directly asked how many of these things were left in the fallout shelter. The manager immediately understood Jiang Chen's meaning as a helpless expression appeared on his face.
"There aren't many of these things in the fallout shelter, only these one hundred sets."
"Only one hundred sets?" Jiang Chen was unwilling to give up. "What about the production process? You should have the blueprints, right? "
It wasn't something worth hiding, so the manager nodded. "There is, but it's very troublesome to produce it. It was not an exaggeration to say that before the war, the cost of producing such a plank mobile house was enough to build four better houses on the ground. The only advantage of this thing is that it doesn't take up much space. If it wasn't for the sake of putting it in the fallout shelter, there would be no need to produce this thing. "
After all, the construction cost of the fallout shelter was a terrifying one million yuan per square meter. In the fallout shelter where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, the construction materials that took up space were even more expensive.
When Jiang Chen heard this, he didn't have any more interest in it.
However, he still secretly remembered the existence of such a thing.
Although he couldn't use it now, who knew what would happen in the future? For example, aerospace. This thing has a wide range of applications.
In less than half an hour, the two small engineering vehicles had already made several laps around the square, and a hundred small iron houses were neatly placed on the square. The residents of the fallout shelter all carried their bags and moved into the iron houses according to their numbers.
Eighty of the iron houses were occupied by the fallout shelter residents, and the other twenty were controlled by the Fishbone base.
Not long after, under the escort of a dozen soldiers, three trucks entered the square.
The three trucks were filled with construction materials and workers from the Fishbone base.
Just building the houses was not enough. For the safety of the camp, a wall was necessary.
Most of the workers from the Fishbone base were residents from Shenxiang town. After three months of labor, they were promoted from "slaves" to "lower citizens." Some with outstanding contributions were even promoted to "middle citizens."
The trucks stopped in the empty space in front of the camp as the workers jumped off in groups of two or three. After they unloaded the goods, they skillfully set up the cement truck and related construction equipment. Then, under the command of the engineer, they began to dig the foundation on the outside of the square.
Based on the plan, the Fishbone base would build a four thousand meter wall outside of the square. The half-collapsed shops nearby would be bulldozed, and the more intact buildings would be incorporated into the camp for use.
The camp was bustling with activity, and the clanking sounds continued into the night. A lot of frozen zombies were attracted by the smell of the living as they dragged their feet closer to the camp.
But the Fishbone base soldiers were prepared. The soldiers stationed at the entrance of the street raised their rifles, and fired two shots from afar, killing the scattered zombies. There were not many active zombies in this area, or perhaps it was because the low temperature inhibited the growth of zombies in the city center. Until summer, there were no large numbers of zombies in the suburbs of Wanghai City.
The construction of the camp was in full swing, but compared to the liveliness on the surface, the underground fallout shelter was much quieter.
Han Junhua sat in front of the table as she looked at the furious Wu Yaguo with an emotionless expression.
"What did you do? I don't oppose them helping us build the camp, but what do you mean by stationing troops? Do you want us to become their slaves? "
"In my opinion, this is the best ending," Han Junhua said emotionlessly.
Each took what they needed, afraid of the same unbearable consequence, both sides maintained their restraint.
"Are you stupid? Since they need our help, we can use the technology in our hands to demand more benefits from the natives! "
When she heard Wu Yaguo's accusation, Han Junhua only thought it was funny.
But for some reason, she couldn't laugh.
"Do you know what they brought when they came?"
"What?" Wu Yaguo said disapprovingly, "A huge army? So what? Even if we can't win, as long as we close the door, they won't be able to enter. Unless they don't want the technology in our hands anymore, they will have to sit down and talk to us. "
Han Junhua shook her head.
"The news of our energy shortage is already known to them. Or rather, it is not a secret at all, so the threat is not valid. "
"Then we will threaten them with death," Wu Yaguo said viciously, "If the door is never opened, they won't get anything."
"Have you heard of gambling?" Han Junhua asked.
Wu Yaguo's eyebrows raised as he didn't understand.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Han Junhua continued.
"Two gamblers sit in front of the table, and both sides are eyeing the other's chips. The rules of the game are simple. Two guns are held in the hands of two people, but the muzzles are pointed at the same person. A uses the gun to force B to give up his chips, and B points the gun at himself to threaten A. The gamble revolves around B's life and death. If B dies, A gets nothing. "
"The rules are not fair at all." Wu Yaguo sneered.
"Rules are never fair to the weak," Han Junhua said emotionlessly, "And a few hours ago, both of us were holding that gun. But at the beginning of the gamble, I pointed the gun at my own head. "
The eeriness made Wu Yaguo hold his breath.
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