Mystery Makes Me Strong

Bullets flew across, wounded soldiers let out low pain sounds, and radiated cockroaches walked around, looking for flesh and blood...

Yang Weite pressed a medical bag on the soldier's wound and quickly bandaged it.

The battlefield is the best place to improve medical technology, because you have too many training objects.

He is now an all-round logistics worker, carrying ammunition, carrying food, medical soldier, signal soldier...

Fortunately, there is Mr. Skillful Hands by his side, blocking some stray bullets for him from time to time, reminding him where there are snipers, otherwise, ten of him would be dead.

"I can't let you die easily. It's too difficult to find another person who is willing to listen to me all day." Mr. Skillful Hands said arrogantly, but he didn't admit that Yang Weite had been regarded as Yang Weite in his personality module. It is the person with the second highest priority, second only to its owner, the old Popsicle.

"Okay, okay, there's another one calling for bullets over there, let's hurry over there, it would be great if they don't waste like this." Yang Weite said seriously.

"They have long forgotten how to save bullets. They are all benevolent masters who spoiled them like sweethearts." Mr. Skillful Hands taunted.

Yang Weite was short and even crawled forward, passing through the waste steel plates and potholes, came to a blocking point, and put down the ammunition box.

"Thank you, brother." The soldier immediately unpacked the box, loaded the heavy machine gun with bullets, and fired a series of shots to drive back the ghouls who rushed over.

Seeing the consumption of ammunition, Yang Weite finally understood why generals and soldiers often lose morale quickly when they are surrounded by enemy troops in war.

If you are surrounded, you will have no ammo to replenish. As long as the opponent makes a few attempts, you will quickly consume all bullets. Without bullets, you only have fists and sappers left. Can this morale not drop?

To fight is to fight logistics.

In the past, he just listened to the nagging of Mr. Skillful Hands, but now this sentence has really become something he will never forget.

In the future, if he hears about a hundred thousand cavalry running across the world, if he believes a word, he will be a pig.

The logistics of these ten people almost exhausted him, Mr. Skillful Hand, and six other villagers. It is hard to imagine how much pressure a hundred thousand people must have, and there are iron cavalry...

Logistics, logistics, or f*cking logistics!

He resisted another box of grenades and transported them to another group of soldiers.

They were passing the place where Mr. Knight was ambushed: here was the entrance to a valley, and there were a large number of ghouls nearby, most of them legendary.

He didn't understand this division of ranks, it was told to him by a soldier.

In the first place, mercenaries specially assigned levels to monsters for the convenience of making money.

You can't fight Deathclaw for the same price as you fight radiated cockroaches, right?

They need to stop the ghouls and provide conditions for them to enter the valley to save people.

Once the ghouls break through the line of defense, the rescuers will be trapped together, just like going down the river to save people.

Even if you can swim, don't rush into the water. Calling for help is what you should do.

After holding on for three days, the captain brought Mr. Knight out.

The other party was very frustrated.

But I still cheered up and thanked these things seriously, especially Yang Weite.

"Thank you, Lao Yang, without you I would not have come back alive." Old Popsicle sighed.

"Have you found your child?"

"No, but there are some more clues. It turns out that they are going to do an experiment with my child, but I don't know what kind of experiment it is."

Yang Weite couldn't say any comforting words, he could only express his sympathy with his eyes.

"By the way, it seems that you also want to be a warrior. I just have a spare set of V system here. Come to me when you go back, and I will teach you how to use it." Such a great gift was sent directly.

"I just did some insignificant things, those brave soldiers really rescued you." Yang Weite said with trepidation.

"You are a kind person. You are different from many people." The old popsicle patted him on the shoulder.

Yang Weite only knew that his peaceful life was saved.

This successful experience made him understand a truth: life is protected by his own guns and hands, and the other is to prepare adequate logistics.

You can't protect your own life without logistics.

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Three years later, Wen Rensheng watched Yang Weite grow up all the way, from a disabled young factory worker to an experienced wasteland survivor.

He didn't give the other party any hooks. On the contrary, he increased the possibility of the other party encountering unfavorable situations.

For example, she was deceived by a woman before, was ambushed, and the backer protagonist was ambushed...

He saw Yang Weit's self-breakthrough, from a person who just wanted to live in peace and contentment to a warrior who dared to fight.

It's just that the death rate of soldiers is too high. In this wasteland, elite fighters often face powerful monsters, and they often don't survive a few rounds.

It doesn't matter if you abuse the master, the rule that the protagonist can't die still has to take effect.

Otherwise, what else can grow?

So he gave Yang Weite a BUFF to escape from desperation.

Once they are unable to escape, they will either be captured in a coma, or someone will come to rescue them, but they will not die.

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"We need to connect different shelters with safe business routes, so that we can build a complete logistics supply base, from ammunition to food, from ordinary bullets to special bullets, from light weapons to heavy weapons, from personnel recruitment It should be involved in personnel training." Yang Weite said to his staff.

In the past few years, he has been appointed by the old Popsicle as adjutant + housekeeper + prime minister, in short, he is similar to the role of chief secretary.

At the same time, he is also the Chief of Staff of the Volunteer Army, and largely controls the Volunteer Army, a wasteland faction rebuilt by the protagonist.

After all, the protagonist is either looking for a child, or on the way to find the child. He doesn't have much thought about playing simulation business: except for some players who forget about the child.

Yang Weite worked very hard and did a great job, and he strongly supported the reconstruction and growth of the Volunteer Army.

At this time, the old Popsicle has discovered the true identity of his son: the leader of the academy, a son who is older than his father.

The old Popsicle is caught in a dilemma. One choice is to help his son and the college and destroy other organizations; the other is to personally destroy the college, an organization that has caused many tragedies.

No matter which choice it is, Yang Witt will fully support the old Popsicle.

After all, it was the other party's kindness and protection that kept him from becoming dried meat hanging in the factory after entering the wasteland.

However, just as Yang Weit was about to flex his muscles, the civilized world came.

It was a woman, a beautiful woman, with a squad of capable soldiers.

"Hi, my name is Lisa*Ace." The pretty woman smiled.

"You are from the civilized world, what are you doing here?"

"We're here to find higher technology and more allies. Don't you come here for these two things?"

"I just want to live." Yang Weite said lightly.

Except for the old popsicle, he no longer trusts anyone, except the skillful hand, which is not a human being.

The captain who had saved him a few times before, after he was promoted and had a higher status than the other party, caused several accidents and almost killed him.

He can discover the unexpected truth, which is entirely the recording of Mr. Skillful Hand:

"If he is a waste and garbage, I will not hesitate to show my kindness and kindness, which will make me feel like a ray of light in this dirty world; but when he stands on my head, I will I can't stand it anymore, why can a trash, a disabled person, a guy who should be humble, be more beautiful than me?"

People are really complicated.

He didn't hand over the recording, but just used the power in his hand to transfer the other party to a shelter in a border area.