Chapter 82: 71.2

'After all, scientific research is no miracle, and yet hard work may sometimes depend on miracles, just like how it is with opening blind boxes. If I can gather some talents from other shelters in the future, then there will be a hope to restore some pre-war science and technology.'

'As for now?'

'As long as it can be used then it's good.'

In addition to the Nitrogen-powered hammer, the two intermediate blind boxes also gave him a box of antibiotics and a therapeutic syringe.

But what surprised Chu Guang the most was the two primary blind boxes, which turned out to be a bottle of soy sauce and a bag of salt.

'My goodness.'

He was mentally prepared to receive two more lollipops, but he's down on his luck today?

Chu Guang didn't know how to react...

...

Six o'clock in the evening in the wasteland time was exactly six o'clock in the morning in reality.

Although many people were still in bed at this time, the opposite was true for the players of Wasteland Online.

Not only did they not feel any fatigue after playing the game all night, but they felt refreshed because they slept for nearly twelve hours.

Especially the battle with the marauders, it was so fun!

Almost immediately after they went offline, the official website became lively. Not only were there so many posts in the forum, but people also stopped shitposting.

Hold_the_sword_execution: "Damn that was awesome! I had so much fun in the battle today! Hahaha, I have to go to the construction site in the morning, brothers, wait for me to come back."

Quit_smoking: "Afternoon?!"

Hold_the_sword_execution: "Ahem, afternoon in the game! This game is so realistic that I forgot the time. In reality, it should be midnight! Hey, brother, you've been waiting on the official all this time?"

Quit_smoking: "T.T"

Old White: "I feel sorry for Brother Quit Smoking, I almost want to lend you my account."

Quit_smoking: "Can I!!!(EXCITED)"

Night Ten: "As if. Others don't see anything when they wear the helmet, and they will only laugh at you for being stupid. I've already stopped explaining it now. If I explain too much, people will think that I've lost my mind. Now I'm just waiting for the game to be released so I can give them a big slap in their faces."

This_lord_is_arrogant_what_can_you_do: "LMAO, a slap in the face! A slap in your own face, right?"

Night Ten: "Just you wait, I will apply for a moderator."

Irene: "Brother Arrogant Lord is still here? When are you going to stop trolling?"

Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "I knew you all would come to the forum! God, I just can't stop praising this game. The battlefield environment of this game is so real! Compared to those games that look like they all suffer from light pollution, this is what the real battlefield should be like. There are bullets whizzing around everywhere, whooshy, whooshy, and you can't tell if you hit anything. But it's so satisfying!"

Old White: "Hahahaha, noob confirmed."

Night Ten: "The case has been solved. It turned out that it was you who were wasting bullets all along. No wonder the administrator had a long face at the end."

Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "So what if I was the one who was wasting the bullets. You know what, I actually charged with an axe and took one out! Then I found out that I was shot in the leg. But it really didn't hurt at all."

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Ample Time: "Scrambled_egg, you are a physique type, right? How does it feel?"

Compared with others, There_will_be_ample_time always focused on game information.

Tomato_scrambled_eggs: "I recovered very quickly! Other than that, I didn't feel much. Sigh, if only I am the perception type, or even the strength type would also do."

Ample Time: "I see."

Garbage_pickup_level_99: "You should be happy with what you got, I got the gun only to find that I can't put my finger on the trigger. QAQ"

Night Ten: "Hahahahaha!"

Ample Time: "Uh, this is indeed a problem. Did you break the frame in front of the trigger?"

Garbage_pickup_level_99: "Wait until I buy the gun, damn it, I have to pay back Brother Mosquito first. T.T"

WC_really_has_mosquitoes: "Brother don't panic, why don't you try the crossbow? I'll make one for you when the shop opens. It will be very cheap!"

Garbage_pickup_level_99: "I think I'm okay with my javelin."

Irene: "LOL"

The forum was full of joyful atmosphere.

After teasing Mr. Garbage, everyone opened another post and talked about countermeasures against marauders.

Some non-test players also participated, throwing out some bad ideas one after another, making a certain game designer speechless.

'Fire attack might be possible.'

'But what's with the water attack?'

'Is there any reservoir near here? Where is he going to get this much water?'

Of course, there were also some good suggestions. For example, there was a smart player whose idea was exactly the same as his.

His ID was very domineering, called [Spring_water_commander], application sequence 661. Looking at the record of his chat, he was attracted to this place by his friends from other forums.

"...If you don’t have the advantage in equipment, and you can’t win street fighting, the best way is to find a way to buy time. Once the winter comes and the snow blocks the road, you will not be relying on your equipment and tactics, but supplies, logistics, and morale… If Wasteland Online has this setting."

"Suppose, I mean hypothesis. Based on what you all said, these marauders don't produce, and they plunder other survivors for a living, then where do they get food to eat, and clothes to wear? If it's just an occasional occurrence to blackmail the passing merchants, it would not be sustainable, and it may not be enough for them to survive. Spring, summer and autumn are fine, in winter, how can there be merchants passing by?"

"Then there are only three possibilities. Either they are diligent and thrifty, and they know how to survive with extremely limited resources, or they have stable and long-term food suppliers who support them."

"The former is very unlikely. They are a group of bandits. If they had such discipline, their leader might have already become a warlord in the region!"

"If it's the latter, then it's easy. If it's unrealistic to build a strong wall, then cut off their supply line! Winter is still long, the supply in their base will be finished sooner or later, and without the support of their suppliers, how long do you think a group of bandits would survive?"

"The last possibility is there is no such detailed design, and they are just a bunch of system generated wild monsters. In fact, many games are like this."

"If this is the case, please ignore what I just said!"

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