[Finally, the Guerrillas arrived at the Generator ]
The huge figure of the Patriot appeared at the entrance to the north of the canyon. The shield guards behind him followed him silently in the storm. The white frost covered the black shields, and the armor was covered with white snow. They still maintained the queue.
[Wendigo brought some members of the Guerrillas to the Generator. There were 205 of them, 60% of whom were seriously ill, and the remaining 40% were lightly ill. Our medical resources were extremely scarce, and food and resources were also stretched because of their joining. ]
[But we believe that miracles will happen under the Generator. Like a lighthouse, the Generator will illuminate the way for those who come here. ]
Wang Zhan turned off the prompt, and another prompt popped up--
[The "Soldier" unit has been unlocked, and the "Military Adjustment" decree has been unlocked. The difficulties of this land are beyond our imagination. The Generator needs strength to fight against everything hostile. ]
[One suggestion Soldiers' dissatisfaction and hope change more slowly; they are more resistant to disease, and can replace workers to work, but they need daily training (3~4 hours) to maintain combat capability, otherwise they will be transformed into workers. ]
[Build a training ground or fighting arena to maintain their daily training. ]
Wang Zhan was very happy that Mu Ye designed defense measures for the Generator. The description of the soldier unit seemed very complicated, and the redundant military decrees made him curious.
But this juncture is very critical, he wants to know more about how Alina and others will deal with the arrival of the guerrillas.
Turning off the prompt, he looked at the screen. Tallulah used her Originium skills to warm up the guerrilla members around her. Carl and others who followed Tallulah were silently watching this lifeless team.
"It seems that the guerrillas have suffered a lot of damage, and their morale has dropped to this extent."
When Wang Zhan first met them, although they were not as lively as the Yeti squadron, they could be said to be full of energy and had their fierce momentum.
He sighed. The only thing he could do to help the guerrillas was to keep as many people alive as possible, but the decree on radical treatment worried him.
Patriot led the team into the heating range of the Generator, and the guerrilla soldiers behind him arrived under the Generator one after another.
Alina saw the tall monster breaking through the storm and appearing in front of her eyes. The terrifying mask was covered with white frost. There seemed to be a trace of sadness between Patriot's actions, and she was stunned for a moment.
The guerrillas behind Patriot felt the heat flow in from the gaps in the armor, and their body temperature slowly rose. They finally had time to think about the fallen brothers, and a sense of sadness rose from everyone's hearts.
Wang Zhan reminded Alina, and she turned around to order other infected people to prepare to arrange for the guerrillas to move in.
"....I'm surprised, Tallulah," Patriot proudly raised his head and looked at the Generator. The friction of steel made him feel harsh, and the surging heat made him feel trance.
The two rows of houses around were filled with people, and the laughter gave him a dreamlike feeling, as if he were in another world.
The guerrillas did arrive at the Generator, and in just one day, they had already lost many shield guards.
The great warrior withered in the storm, like a dead leaf pulled off a branch by the cold wind, irreversible.
He lamented again the fragility of human beings, and how a veteran warrior could be buried by a storm.
"Mr. Patriot," Alina stepped forward with courage, she looked up and looked at Patriot, "We need to rescue the frostbitten people, their condition is urgent."
"Rescue... Mr. Generator, is he able to rescue so many patients?"
Patriot looked at Alina questioningly.
Alina was speechless for a moment, she didn't dare to make this promise.
Wang Zhan immediately replied, "Tell Patriot that we can only try our best to keep more people alive, and the treatment of the patients may have to wait until the storm is over before it can be officially carried out."
There were too many serious patients, and he was a little unconfident. "After the storm is over? How long will this storm last?"
"It will end in three hours, Mr. Patriot."
Patriot was silent, and many guerrilla members were even more shocked. One of them, Filin, shouted, "Three hours! Are you kidding me!"
"You mean, this storm will disappear in the blink of an eye just as you said!"
"Filin, be quiet," Mr. Patriot said in a deep voice. He understood that this was the special feature of Mr. Generator, just as the other party informed him of the coming of the storm.
"Captain, don't you think it's ridiculous! We tried hard to cross the snowfield and followed the light in the sky to get here, but this Elafia told us that the storm will end in three hours!"
"I can understand that you are unwilling. I am also sad that my brothers died."
Filin snorted angrily and closed his mouth. Obviously, those soldiers were all righteous men, but they had to die in this storm!
This... doesn't make sense!
The Patriot nodded to Alina, "You are his spokesperson. The guerrillas will follow your arrangements, but don't issue any orders beyond your control."
Alina nodded, and Tallulah looked at the infected behind her, "Everyone, prepare to arrange for the guerrillas' patients!"
The Generator became lively in an instant. Although everyone was afraid of these soldiers in heavy armor, since the great warrior Patriot bowed to Alina, what else should the remaining soldiers be afraid of?
The infected began to check the guerrillas' illnesses one by one, and those who were checked were taken to the kitchen and children's shelter according to Alina's instructions.
The kitchen also replaced a group of people to continue working overtime to cook hot food for the guerrillas.
"Mr. Patriot, Mr. Generator is in an overloaded state," Alina felt that she should make it clear first, "Before the storm ends, Mr. Generator must turn off the overload mode, otherwise it will damage himself."
"I have already noticed that Mr. Generator is different. I am grateful that he can do this for the infected. You can leave the rest to the guerrillas."
Alina pursed her lips slightly, a little angry. The guerrillas are in this state, and they are still asked to deal with the next thing by themselves. It's really... so stubborn!
She really couldn't bear it anymore, and punched Patriot's shield.
Hiss... It hurts.
Patriot wondered, what was this punch for?
Alina retracted her fist and covered it with her other hand, smiling, "Mr. Generator said that the infected people who came here are our family members. Since the guerrillas are in trouble, we will not sit idly by."
After hearing this, Patriot realized that his statement was a bit awkward, "The guerrillas are the shield of the infected... Haha, I'm here on behalf of the guerrillas, thank you Mr. Generator."
Alina left with satisfaction, but Patriot still didn't understand why the punch on his shield was for.
Tallulah walked up, "Mr. Patriot, you should go and rest too."
She looked up and looked at the big daddy. This figure was too tall. Tallulah thought about it and realized that only the storage warehouse could accommodate the Patriot.
"I never rest. FrostNova should have told you that."
Tallulah was helpless. She couldn't persuade him more. "Then come to the bottom of the Generator. You can take a good look at the lives of the infected."
The two came to the bottom of the Generator. Patriot carefully observed the buildings around the Generator. They were simple and had a rough beauty, but they looked delicate when they were carefully observed.
Ugliness to the extreme is beauty... Petrova, beside Frost Star said so. Patriot gave up this idea after a little thought. How could he be so disrespectful to Mr. Generator?
He saw the infected going in and out of the house. The members of the Yeti squadron in white cotton clothes were walking around restlessly in the corridor. The infected on the street stared at the door, fearing that the people of the Yeti squadron would slip out.
These guys were, very restless even under the Generator.
It's time for FrostNova to discipline them more strictly.
Speaking of FrostNova, Patriot suddenly asked, "Is my daughter here too?"
"She is still resting now. She is too tired from using Originium Arts."
Patriot is most concerned about FrostNova. Talulah remembered that FrostNova's cloak was Patriot's old military uniform.
She added, "The Yeti Squadron has no casualties."
Patriot exhaled heavily. Judging from Talulah's expression, FrostNova should be fine. "She is being stubborn again."
Talulah didn't know how to reply. It was inconvenient for her to intervene in the affairs between the father and daughter. Besides, both of them were stubborn. "Do you want me to wake her up?"
"No, let her sleep a little longer. If possible, I hope she can sleep until the storm is over."
Wang Zhan checked the description of the military unit again. Because they need to be trained, they can't be expected to work overtime.
However, the stronger resistance to disease may buy time for himself to open more first aid stations and recruit more doctors. "There is also a military adjustment decree," Wang Zhan clicked the decree button, and an axe appeared in the lower left corner of the decree page. Clicking the axe showed two large branches.
A decree caught Wang Zhan's attention, "Arsenal..."
[Get the building-Arsenal, open military technology. ]
[Why not add the weapon design to the workshop? Many engineers thought about this question for a long time, and they got the answer only after the weapon design was completed-compared with the cold weather, the talents who mastered lethal weapons are more like natural disasters. ]
[The weapon design was added to the Arsenal at the insistence of many engineers and was soon shelved. We are very happy that we have never had the opportunity to use the design of the Arsenal. ]
Wang Zhan slapped his forehead, Mu Ye did a pretty good job, but he spent so much energy writing these little stories, why not change the unreasonable parts first!
After complaining about Mu Ye's persistence, Wang Zhan glanced at the entire decree tree. Most of them were about military operations, such as fortification construction, command posts, parade grounds, front-line support... Isn't this just preparing for war?
Wang Zhan is not a military enthusiast, and he doesn't know much about troop deployment, but if someone wants to fight him, he can just cling to the patriots.
With ready-made military generals, he doesn't have to waste his time learning military things, but these policies still need to be adjusted by himself, and perhaps he needs to consult patriots frequently in the future.
Turning off the military decree, Wang Zhan began to worry about the next decree. The army needs arenas and parade grounds, but they are not important matters.
What needs to be paid attention to at present is medical care. If the promise to the guerrillas is to be fulfilled, then it is best to point out the nursing home, and after the nursing home is the prosthetic law.
However, the current medical pressure is huge, and overcrowding is the most appropriate decree, so that the capacity of the first aid station can be doubled, and more patients will be treated.
The disadvantage is that dissatisfaction will increase when using this law.
Wang Zhan glanced at the dissatisfaction bar, which was about 15%. In order to save people, it doesn't matter if dissatisfaction increases a little.
Wang Zhan clicked on the overcrowding decree. The next law would not be issued until 36 hours later. He set the alarm on his phone again to prevent himself from missing the time of the law.
Is Alina busy at this time?
Wang Zhan found Alina's location. She was standing in front of the children's shelter and arranging the guerrillas to go in. Wang Zhan saw this and clicked on the heater of the child shelter.
"Strange, do you feel a little hotter?"
The soldier who had entered the child shelter a long time ago felt sweaty. He felt it was very hot inside, so why is it even hotter now?
Alina glanced at the heater on the wall, which showed that it was working. It seemed that Mr. Generator turned on the heater.
If the heater is not turned on, the temperature of the child shelter is equivalent to that of the work shed. Turning on the heater will feel very hot instead.
However, the guerrillas were all frostbitten to some extent, so it was always good to be warm.
"Mr. Generator has turned on the heater in the shelter, which will help you recover."
The soldiers were a little embarrassed. They had always taken care of others, and suddenly they were taken care of by others... It was not easy to get used to it.
"I have always heard your people talking about Mr. Generator. Is he the Iron Tower?"
Alina nodded. This question was asked by everyone who came here. She almost understood how to prove the existence of Mr. Generator.
Everyone listened to her explanation and felt that the infected had finally waited for the saint who rescued them. Some people thought it was wrong and corrected the other party that it should be the saint.
Alina smiled, "Everyone, please rest here first. The infected will bring you hot food later."
"... Thank you, Alina," the soldier felt that it seemed inappropriate to say this, but he wanted to thank Mr. Generator and Alina, as well as the people who helped them outside.
"No, I mean ,thank you Mr. Generator, um... I'm not good at talking, can you understand what I mean?"
"We are family here, don't be embarrassed," Alina replied, and the guerrilla soldiers were moved, "Family, yes, the infected should be family!"
"We should be united, the infected should stand together, and take revenge on Ursus!"
The smile on Alina's face froze, revenge... what revenge?
The excited soldiers saw Alina frozen and explained, "Ursus destroyed fairness and order, the infected should not have suffered such persecution, and even, we didn't have to be infected."
"Think about it, Miss Alina, who is more likely to become infected, the nobles or the workers? I think you know it too."
"The workers are the ones who created the great empire. Why do these nobles force the infected to death! Aren't we the people of Ursus?"
"We must take revenge!"
Alina did not respond, she understood that the guerrillas relied on hatred to cross the snowfield, not hope and vision for the future.
That's too slim.
Perhaps under the generator, they can regain their confidence in the future like FrostNova, and no longer need to use hatred as spiritual food.