Chapter: 18 The people of the bottom nest are simple
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Two days later.
Qin Mo raised his hands to make the sixth power armor, and at the same time, he used his telekinesis to control the spoon to dig up the food in the lunch box and feed it into his mouth.
Then he found out that he had been prejudiced against this food, and it was really unnecessary to be hungry for two days, and this food was far more delicious and acceptable than he imagined.
And when he ate the food, Qin Mo also had insight into how this thing was made.
First of all, of course, the remains of all the creatures that can be found on the battlefield, or the corpses of some terrifying creatures in the ruins of the nest, such as giant spiders or something.
The logistics machinery responsible for the food supply is then ordered by the master intelligence to purify the wreckage, extract the nutrients and biological tissues from it, and put it together.
These foods don't have any taste, but the logistics machine will be taught by the master intelligence how to synthesize taste factors and combine harmless chemicals to add delicious flavors to food.
"According to the statistics of the three logistics machines, the praise rate of this food has reached 100 percent, and more than 70 percent of the soldiers found themselves more powerful after eating it, or the wound recovered faster."
"These data have been incorporated into the core of the data to provide reference conditions for the subsequent optimization of the food supply process."
The voice of the main control intelligence came out from the communicator in Qin Mo's ear.
This is a routine report, after all, although Qin Mo wants the main control intelligence to play freely, he must know what it has done.
"How's the intelligence work?" Qin Mo asked.
"The manufactured drones have been dispersed, and at this point, it has been identified that there are still forty-two positions, of which eighteen are facing the onslaught of the rebels, and three are about to be breached."
"In total, 357231 people are alive, including the defenders on your position."
"If you want to support these positions, I'll figure out the best support for you."
Qin Mo was very surprised when he heard that there were more than 357,000 people still alive.
According to the information he had received from Klein, the marshal had only set aside 50,000 men to build a defensive line before sensing that something was wrong.
So where did 300,000 of the 350,000 people come from?
"There's a settlement in the bottom nest called Cato." The master intelligence speaks what it knows.
"Oh, no wonder." Qin Mo suddenly realized, picked up the power armor helmet and put it on his head, "Calculate the best rescue plan for me."
A three-dimensional map immediately appears on the HUD in the visor, and all existing positions are visualized on the map, colored according to the current situation.
The ones that are not too critical are green, the ones that are critical but have a large number of survivors who can hold out for a while are orange, and the positions that are in critical condition and have few people are red.
The main control intelligence plans a route between the red positions, and as long as you follow this route, you can support each position at the fastest speed.
"Two of these red positions can be cleared by fire drones, and only Cato Settlement, which is located a thousand kilometers to the west, needs to be supported in person." The main control intelligence said, "I need you to provide call permission for the fire drone, if you agree."
"I promise." Qin Mo nodded in agreement.
Then on the map he saw, four firepower drones took off from the 47th Regiment station and quickly flew towards the two red positions except for the Cato settlement.
"It's time for me to go, too." Qin Mo stood up, looked down at the sixth power armor he had just built, and then suddenly felt empty, in his eyes, this power armor was not such a perfect masterpiece.
During this period of research and manufacturing, Qin Mo found that he was not forced to do R&D and manufacturing by beliefs or predicaments, but that he really liked to do it.
When the technical difficulties that ordinary people need to overcome in their lives are broken through, and when the creations that cannot be manufactured by the most advanced engineering technology are born in his hands, Qin Mo feels happy and satisfied from the bottom of his heart.
But when the technical difficulties are completely broken through, and manufacturing is as easy as eating and drinking, this happiness does not exist.
Qin Mo was eager to create more advanced and powerful creations, and this desire also made him understand that the power he used came from a star god who liked to create.
"There are more important things to do now." Qin Mo suppressed his desire to create and his desire for knowledge, and ordered Gray through the communicator: "Call Tuo Er here, his power armor is ready."
"Are we going out to fight?" Gray asked.
"Of course." Qin Mo nodded, "We need to rush to a settlement called Cato immediately. "
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Cato settlements are small cities in the bottom nest.
Bounty hunters in the city search for ancient relics inaccessible to the nest, gangs build "factories" in the city to produce weapons or other contraband, and civilians provide services for the first two in exchange for money and food.
Qin Mo had heard a little about this settlement, and he thought that this place had already fallen.
When he arrived at the city's most heavily fought main road, he found 2,000 Planetary Defense Force soldiers stationed on the road.
"It's your own people!"
When the soldiers saw the double-headed eagle scepter in Qin Mo's hand, they immediately realized that he was here to help.
"Hold on." Qin Mo gave orders to the other soldiers, and then looked at the officers in the nearby trenches, "As far as I know, there are two thousand of you, but almost all of you are on the main road, who is fighting in other parts of the city?"
The officer immediately replied, "Yes..."
As soon as the officer said a word, a car suddenly roared to Qin Mo from the rear of the position, attracting his attention.
Qin Mo turned his head to look and found that it was a car similar to a pickup truck, with a black cloth covering the body.
When the car stopped, five civilians stepped out of it.
This is a family, two husband and wife with three children.
"This is the front line, what are you doing here?" Qin Mo asked.
"Come to support this group of waste." The man glanced at the soldiers, then jumped on the car and tore off the black cloth.
Beneath the black cloth was a quadruple heavy logging gun.
The man began to angle the logging gun so that it was aimed at the rebels in the distance in front of the main road, while his wife and children took the bullet box and expertly attached the chain to the logging gun.
When the man was ready, he took control of the logging gun and fired at the rebels, while his wife and children ran back to the car and took out their laser rifles with scopes and joined the fight.
The youngest of them is only a little taller than a rifle, but she is already skilled at sniping enemies.
"As you can see." The soldier was rather helpless, "Most of the fighting in the city is the responsibility of the militia. "
"The people of the bottom nest are simple and well-deserved." Qin Mo now knew why the city hadn't fallen.
The people who are powerless in the bottom nest have long been eliminated by the environment here.