Mystery Makes Me Strong

After this episode, Yang Weite's frustration of losing 600 bottle caps also dissipated.

When he turned back, the captain also gave him a bounty of 50 bottle caps.

Said it was given by the owner. They killed 15 gangsters, and Mr. Knight gave him a reward of 1,000 bottle caps. Everyone thought he was too unlucky this time, so he was included.

The bait also gets credit, and it makes sense.

Youngwit was grateful and made a delicious tortilla for the captain and the soldiers.

Then he redoubled his work, in addition to planting corn, but also planted watermelon, figs, olive trees and many other crops.

Sanctuary is booming.

Until one day, a kind old popsicle brought back an injured man who said that he had the whereabouts of the other party's son in his mouth.

Yang Weite looked at the man in the past, and the other party gave him a somewhat familiar feeling.

After returning home, he only realized when he was sleeping that the other party was a bit similar to the woman who lied to him for 600 bottle caps.

They are all sincere, and their words are particularly believable.

He secretly stared at the injured man.

The other party told the old popsicle that his son was taken away by the college for experiments.

Then the old popsicle brought a few followers and walked to the Diamond City where the academy is located.

Three days later, a group of mutants was led to the vicinity of the villa, followed by a group of bandits.

It's just that they never expected that the villa was ready early.

As soon as they rushed to the perimeter, they were hit by a mine, followed by machine gun fire, followed by sniper armor-piercing rounds.

Tough mutants were named one by one.

Old Yang Weite looked terrified. Those mighty green-skinned men were two or three meters tall, and their skin was harder than steel. Ordinary bullets would bounce off when they hit them.

Only hitting weak points, such as the eyes, neck, and joints, will hurt them.

The real threat is those large armor-piercing bullets, a bullet that is twenty or thirty centimeters long and two or three centimeters wide.

It's just that the rate of fire is slower, but if you hit one, a mutant will fall.

Attacks by mutants and bandits were quickly repelled.

The captain still caught a few gangsters who were injured and unable to escape. After inquiring, he called Yang Weite.

"Your information is accurate. It's the secret that the traitor reported. I will send a telegram to Mr. Knight immediately to tell him to be careful." The captain said to Old Yang Weite.

"Okay, sir, you must be careful." Yang Weite said worriedly.

It was only the next day that the captain gathered everyone in the villa and announced the bad news: "Mr. Knight was ambushed and his whereabouts are unknown."

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Yang Weite's brain cracked with a "bang", and he had a feeling that his stable days of farming would soon come to an end.

Sure enough, the captain continued: "Our funds and weapon supplies depend on Mr. Knight. If he disappears, we will soon be in an unsustainable state. At most a month, the ammunition will be in a hurry."

"Wait, our villa can produce a lot of things, can't we still maintain a financial balance?" Old Yang Weite asked anxiously, using the vocabulary that Mr. Skillful Hand told him.

"Are you talking about those food crops? They are quite valuable, but our villa still needs to supply the Volunteers. That's the bulk, so they can't be used for money." The captain shook his head and said.

"How did Mr. Knight supply the ammunition when he was there before?" Old Yang Weite asked again.

"Oh, that's because Mr. Knight has a shelter administrator privilege, where there is a production line of weapons and ammunition, which can use the raw materials such as steel, plastic, oil, etc. collected in the wasteland to make ammunition continuously, especially expensive. The special ammunition that only Mr. Knight can provide, the kind of ammunition that just killed the mutants." The captain shook his head.

Young Witt understood.

Ordinary ammo can be bought from outside, but special ammo cannot be bought from outside.

Without them, Mountain Lodge would not be able to resist mutants.

To be honest, this isolated villa has abundant resources, but safety is the biggest problem.

It is precisely because of the special ammunition of the old popsicles that they can break away from the big cities, the shelter and exploitation of the big forces, be independent outside, and freely use various resources.

The villa is therefore very rich.

But these special ammunition, which cannot be bought outside, are all strategic resources, and the processing technology is very, very difficult.

Old Yang Weite did not know that even in the 21st century, there are only a few big countries that can manufacture special armor-piercing projectiles.

Not to mention the wasteland.

"The villa can last for a month at most. After this time, we must give up. We can either go to work in a pioneering field near Diamond City, or go to the Volunteer Army Castle." The captain finally made a decision.

"I Have a Scroll of Ghosts and Gods"

For a month, Yang Weite pondered the word and returned to his home in the villa.

This is a big house with two hundred square meters and two floors.

The first floor is the living room, kitchen, recreation room and guest room.

The guest room often receives soldiers who have finished patrolling and have a temporary rest.

He lives on the second floor.

Separate toilet, water heater, air conditioner, and a radio to listen to a dozen wasteland radio stations.

There's also a jukebox that plays pre-Waste records.

These days, he lives here like heaven.

No one laughed at his disability, no one mocked him, no one beat him, everyone was all smiles. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

He ate well, slept well, and lived well. He came to this world, and in a short period of time, he had already gained more than a dozen pounds.

And now, this little paradise in this troubled world is about to disappear.

He was going to an unknown place, where there would be many thieves, liars, gangsters, like the woman who swindled him out of six hundred bottle caps.

He has to be cautious at all times, and pay attention to opening one eye at any time when he sleeps...

He thought about it all night.

The next day, with red eyes, he asked the captain, "I'm going to save Mr. Knight."

"Ah? You're going? I'm about to call in people, are you really going?" The captain was a little surprised.

Yang Weite is a guy who vomits while riding in a car, a diligent farmer, and the only guy who patiently listens to that tattered robot all day long.

"Yes, I'm going too, I can at least help you carry ammunition and dry food." Yang Weite said firmly.

"Well, we do need a reliable and loyal logistician, at least a guy who won't run away if we're in a bad situation. Can you do that?"

"It can be done." Yang Weite said firmly.

In order not to lose such a beautiful life, in order not to return to the precarious life of the civilized world, he is willing to pay all the price, even his life.

In the past, he always wondered why the noble knight was willing to sacrifice his life and lead people to follow the king to resist the invasion of other kingdoms.

Now he understands that in order to protect his wealth and his life, he can do it too.

Before he had nothing, of course he didn't understand.

If the knight master does not resist, the land will be taken away by other kingdoms and given to other knights.

So the knights had the courage to charge against the enemy's sharp arrows and spears.