MTL - My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!-Chapter 101 Winter is approaching, humans counterattack!

After closing the outermost stone gate and blocking the cold wind from backflowing, finally there was no more cold wind in the corridor.

Going straight down, after closing the second door, Suma could clearly feel the temperature of the refuge rising.

Until I walked into the door and pushed it open, a warm feeling rushed over my face.

Compared to the minus seven or eight degrees outside at this time, the four or five degrees in the refuge is simply a kind of enjoyment.

Looking at the three small children who were still asleep, Sumo walked under the ventilation duct in the breeding room and looked up for a while.

The whirring cold wind descends from the ventilation ducts, and the temperature in the breeding room is obviously lower than that in other rooms, even lower than that in the living room.

However, the temperature was dropping, and the plants in the culture showed no signs of frostbite.

"This medium is simply an artifact. At this temperature, it can also firmly absorb sunlight, lock the internal humidity and temperature, and give each seedling the best growth environment..."

Touching the tomato seedlings that have grown more than a dozen large leaves, and the cabbage seedlings that have covered a large area, Sumo is amazed.

With the nourishment of large and small sparks, according to this rising trend, the cabbage in the medium does not need to be raised at all, and sufficient sunshine and nutrients are completely sufficient for their growth.

"In more than ten days, you should be able to pick a few cabbage and taste it. It is estimated that these garlic will take another twenty days."

Fiddled with the garlic sprouts squeezed aside by the cabbage, tore off a few particularly "obtrusive" and "obtrusive" cabbage leaves, and Sumo happily took it and walked out of the breeding room.

Now the cabbage in the middle has not grown, and the leaves on the outside are not old, chop it up, add oil, and fry it for a special flavor.

The north wind mingled with the snow blowing outside, unable to get out, Sumo was also very leisurely, and went to the material room to find the rice to be steamed.

"Well, these treasure chests are temporarily opened and there is no place to put them, just put them aside, and wait until the day when the trading secret is opened, or when there is a place to put them, they will be opened all at once!"

Looking at the treasure chest wall, Somo sat comfortably on the stone bench and admired it.

There is basically no shortage of urgently needed materials in the base, and there is no need to open the box to get it immediately. In case something fresh is opened and there is no place to store it, it is a waste.

It hasn’t been a few days since the trading secrets opened, and you can wait until the trading time to open a large number of boxes.

Moreover, this naturally luminous wall can also be used as an electric light at night.

While the rice was steaming in the pot, Somo picked up a cup of water to rinse his mouth and wiped his face. After he poured out some water and poured the medium, the rice was just cooked.

Move the steaming rice pot aside, pour a little bottom oil to heat the pot, chop the cabbage leaves into the pot and stir fry a few times, add some seasonings, and a plate of fragrant green stir-fry is fresh out of the pot.

In this weather, this smell, the heat and warmth from the steaming pot, Somo is simply about to take off.

Greeting the three small awake and sober, fry the rice into the stir-fry, turn a few times, and make three small amounts, and then pour all the remaining Somo into his own basin.

A simple breakfast, Sumo was extremely satisfying.

After arriving in the wasteland, the first meal of fresh vegetable leaves, the taste naturally gained a natural 200% bonus, and the fragrant people bit their tongues.

After eating and washing the pot, Sumo didn't want to stay in the living room for a second in this weather. He directly moved a few luminous wooden boxes to the bedroom and inserted the electric blanket.

Large and small sparks fluttered over with the heat, lying quietly on the two corners of the small bed, feeling the heat from the electric blanket under him, and narrowing his comfortable eyes.

Seeing that no one was playing with him, Oreo also ran over, jumping up and down on the bed to make trouble.

"Ann, we are going out later today, it will be too cold, go out and freeze your dog's head!"

Hearing the cold, Oreo shook his dog's head disdainfully, walked to the breeding room arrogantly, and walked back swaggeringly, indicating that he was not afraid at all.

With this arrogant little appearance, Su Mo was amused.

He got up and forced Oreo in his arms, lifted the quilt, and Sumo lay in.

"Hey, it's so comfortable. There is no hot water to soak your feet in this weather. It's really comfortable to have a bed to warm your feet!"

Huskies' cold resistance makes Oreos more active in this kind of weather. On the contrary, it is human beings. In this kind of weather, the hands and feet are stiff, and they are inconvenient to move. Outdoor activities require a lot of calories.

Lying on the bed, before the harvest of the system at eight o'clock, Somo decided to look at the chat panel first.

The mind was concentrated, and the blue display screen hit the middle of the field of vision.

After clicking the world chat channel, a wave of ripples flashed, and a stream of information began to quickly scroll across the screen.

As Somo's line of sight focused, the scrolling began to slow down, and gradually reached a speed acceptable to the human eye and stopped changing.

"Good guy, it's so cold, are there any good brothers in the basin, this wave of my choice of mountains is really a classic, it's freezing me!"

"I'm in the basin. The snow drifted down and it has turned into rain. Hey, I have picked up half of the basin in the morning, boiled it and tried it, and can drink it!"

"The water problem is finally solved, but is the firewood there enough? When I came, I wore a sweater. It was so cold!"

"Let's take one step at a time. It's really impossible to get more plant fiber. Put yourself in the middle and don't go out."

"This spooky weather will continue for more than ten days, and after the disaster, the snow will not disappear right away. If you don't take advantage of the present to get more supplies, is it possible to go out after the snow?"

"Yes, it makes sense, but it's a pity that it's too wasteful of food to go out to work now. The mutant creatures around are almost killed by us."

"Huh? I heard that in the last two days, thousands of people from three refuges joined forces and beat a centaur with more than 200 people, and they won the fight. I don’t know that more than 200 centaur can be used. How many materials came out! Envy!"

"You envy a hammer. Do you know how many people have died? There are more than 500 people. We hit one of five, and we almost never got hit. This group of beasts are really amazing..."

As more information is browsed, the chat panel seems to remember personal preferences.

When browsing, when the player shows psychological fluctuations, a prompt will pop up to ask whether to block similar messages.

For example, there are still some people crying poor on the world's chat channels, and some people are even living in front of beggars, begging others for alms for themselves.

Such people don't know what kind of thoughts they have.

Obviously there are hands and feet, do not go out to find a way, squatting in the refuge and doing some useless work, trying to deceive some passersby players who have a heart attack and give alms.

After taking a look, Somo made an expression with a little disgust, and suddenly a prompt popped up. After clicking Yes in his mind, this kind of begging information disappeared instantly, and all was isolated by the game panel.

As for the rest of the advertising messages, Somo looked at them one by one with great interest.

"Dead Fire Refuge, recruiting old two-dimensional players, requiring high body fat (at least 22% up), able to endure hardships, and not afraid of tired male players, once hired, they are guaranteed to provide at least 300g of food and 200ml of clean water every day. , If you need to join near the XX position, please contact me quickly!"

"Fasal will recruit combat-conscious players. You are not required to be physically tall. As long as your combat power passes, after joining the refuge, we will guarantee half a catty of food a day, including at least 100g of meat. The specific location is XX. You can pay attention to it for two hundred miles nearby"

"Tatz Temple, recruit players with life skills, as long as you have the skills and can make a large number of basic items, you can join us, we have enough combat power to ensure your safety, and there is plenty of food to ensure that you can survive this cold In winter, as long as you are willing to work for a long time, at XX position, we look forward to your arrival!"

"Flying Tiger Refuge, the current location is at position XX. We have detected a tauren with about 150 people nearby. Are there other large refuges in this location that can cooperate in attacking a wave? When it is time to distribute the spoils according to the contribution and take them down, we will have enough supplies for the winter!"

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The advertisements of each refuge are very interesting~www.novelbuddy.com~ Somo looked at it for a while, and realized that Fasal would be one of the three refuges discussed by the casual players on the World Channel.

The other two shelters that they cooperated suffered heavy losses after the war, and one of them had fewer than forty people left.

Simply, the three refuges were merged directly into one, and the treasure chests and the meat cut off by the 200-odd centaur were completely enough for them to survive this cold winter.

"More and more fantasy races are focusing on humans, but at the same time, some powerful refuges can also backhand eat small races that have not yet developed their forces. Above the wasteland, it is true that only constant killings can survive. "

After flipping it twice, Somo immediately had a clear understanding of the current human form.

Because the Western Refuge only recruited elites in the early stage, when they encountered these fantasy races in the early stage, they were able to rely on their strength to attack, and they were annihilated in one fell swoop before these races did not develop.

On the contrary, it is these refuges in the East. Because of their strength and weakness, their tails are too big to lose. Facing these fantasy races, they are far behind the West. The current situation is precarious.