Mystery Makes Me Strong

After this episode, Yang Weit's frustration about losing 600 bottle caps dissipated.

When he turned around, the captain also gave him a reward of 50 bottle caps.

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

The bait is also credited, and quite reasonable.

Yang Weite was very grateful and made a delicious tortilla for the captain and soldiers.

Then he redoubled his efforts, and in addition to growing corn, he also planted watermelons, figs, olive trees and many other crops.

Sanctuary is getting more and more prosperous.

Until one day, the kind old Popsicle brought back a wounded man, and he said that he had the whereabouts of his son.

Yang Weite went over to look at that person, who gave him a somewhat familiar feeling.

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

They all have a sincere face and speak in a way that is particularly convincing.

He stared secretly at the injured man.

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

Then the old popsicle took a few entourages and walked towards Diamond City where the academy was located.

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

It's just that they never expected that the villa had already made preparations.

As soon as they rushed to the periphery, they were hit by a landmine, followed by machine gun fire, and then sniper armor-piercing bullets.

The powerful mutants were named one by one.

Old Yang Weite was terrified when he saw it. Those powerful green-skinned men were two or three meters tall, and their skin was harder than steel. Ordinary bullets would bounce off them.

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

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

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

The attacks of mutants and bandits were quickly repelled.

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

"Your information is accurate. It is the secret of the traitor. I will send a telegram to Mr. Knight immediately, telling him to be careful." The captain said to Old Yang Witt.

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

Only the next day, the captain gathered everyone in the villa and announced a bad news: "Mr. Knight was ambushed and his whereabouts are unknown."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what to do for a while.

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

Sure enough, the captain went on to say: "Our funds and weapon supplies are all dependent on Mr. Knight. If he disappears, we will soon fall into an unsustainable state. At most one month, we will run out of ammunition."

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

"Are you talking about those food crops? They are quite valuable, but our villa still needs to supply the needs of the volunteer army. That's the big part, so they can't be sold for money." The captain shook his head.

"When Mr. Knight was here before, how did you resupply the ammunition?" Old Yang Weite asked again.

"Oh, that's because Mr. Knight has a shelter administrator authority, where there is a production line of weapons and ammunition, which can use steel, plastic, oil and other raw materials collected from waste soil to continuously manufacture ammunition, especially expensive The special ammunition that only Mr. Knight can provide, is the kind of ammunition that just killed the mutant." The captain shook his head.

Yang Weite understood.

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

Without them, the Heights 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 Popsicle that they can escape from the shelter and exploitation of big cities and big forces, and be independent from the outside, freely using various resources.

The villa is therefore very rich.

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

Old Yang Weit didn't 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 land of wasteland.

"The villa can last a month at most. If it exceeds this time, we will give up. We can either work in a pioneering area near Diamond City, or go to the Volunteer Castle." The captain finally made a decision.

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

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

The first floor is the living room, kitchen, entertainment room, guest room.

The guest rooms often receive soldiers who have finished their patrols and take a temporary rest.

The second floor is where he lives.

A separate toilet, water heater, air conditioner, and a radio that can listen to more than a dozen wasteland radio stations.

There is also a jukebox that plays pre-wasteland records.

These days, he lives here like heaven.

No one laughed at his disability, no one ridiculed him, no one beat him, everyone was smiling.

He ate well, slept well, and lived well. After coming to this world, he gained more than ten pounds in a short period of time.

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

He was going to an unknown place where there would be many thieves, swindlers, bandits, like the woman who cheated him of six hundred bottle caps.

He must be careful at all times, and he must also 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 preparing to gather people. Do you really want to go?" The captain was a little surprised.

Yang Weite is a guy who would throw up in a car, a hard-working farmer, and the only guy who is willing to patiently listen to that broken robot talking 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 really need a reliable and loyal logistician, at least someone who won't run away when we are in a disadvantageous situation, can you do it?"

"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 in the civilized world, he is willing to pay any price, even including his life.

In the past, he always couldn't understand why the noble knight lord was willing to sacrifice his life and lead his people to follow the king to resist the invasion of other kingdoms.

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

He had nothing before, so of course he couldn't figure it out.

If Lord Knight does not resist, the land will be taken away by other kingdoms and distributed to other knights.

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