After the battle, the group took the elevator back to the action hall. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAt the moment, the power unit is up and running, and the whole hall is energized, but most of the light pipes are short-circuited, and only a small part can be lit, but it is enough to provide basic lighting.

Then, Iron Slag sent some personnel to clean up the corpses in the hall outside, and then arranged for a few more people to stand guard in the stairwell. Hagrid took Don and the others to tidy up an area for the wounded to rest.

Once everything was arranged, Iron Slag and Hagrid counted the number of people together. None of the people brought from the Wind Sand Castle died this time, only a few minor injuries, and nine of the expedition members trapped in the living pod died, including the previous three, a total of twelve companions were lost, and at present, including Quinn, there are still fifteen people left.

After counting the number of people, Alva stepped forward and made a suggestion. The underground shelter is very well preserved, most of the equipment is functional, and as long as the water purifier on the lower level can be repaired, it can be occupied and used as a long-term stronghold.

The suggestion was immediately approved by Iron Slag, who had the Scout Ant and now had electricity, making exploration a breeze. After resting for a while, Iron Slag returned to the fourth floor, using the corpses of the living dead to hatch thousands of Scout Ant ants, turning the entire underground shelter upside down.

The shelter is divided into six floors, each with tens of thousands of square meters, and can accommodate a large number of people. After a thorough investigation, there were still more than 300 living dead people underground, but they were all scattered, and there were no particularly strong "black blood living dead" among them, so it was only a matter of time before they were removed.

Back in the hall, Alva brought another piece of good news. He took the iron slag and the others to the power generation room, called up the entire underground shelter blueprint from the computer, pointed to a large cabin on the fifth floor, and said: "This is the weapons storehouse, which should contain a large number of guns and bullets before the ancient nuclear war." ”

Hearing the news, Iron Slag was extremely excited, and after two hours of repairing, he took Hagrid, Black Pig King, Tang De, Quinn and others down to the fifth floor by elevator, and then commanded the scout ants to lead the living dead hidden everywhere one by one into the passage, and they directly surrounded and killed. The combat power of him and the Black Pig King is close to the golden high rank, and among the people present, the weakest is Hagrid, but at least he also has the combat power of the golden primary level.

After killing more than thirty living dead without danger, the crowd came to the arsenal. The hatch in front of him was small, only a man in diameter, and in the middle was a metal disc that resembled a ship's rudder. The Black Pig King stepped forward to try it, but found that it couldn't be rotated, and there was no lever similar to a switch everywhere. The angry Black Pig King kicked a few times, but the heavy metal door did not move at all, and it looked extremely strong.

"Explosives don't necessarily blow up." Hagrid said, looking at the round door.

In the midst of his frustration, Alva took the elevator to the fifth floor and said to them, "This door is controlled by the main control computer, give me a little time, and I will be able to crack it soon." And with that, he went up.

Three hours later......

Several men sitting in the passage stared wide-eyed, they were all people who didn't talk much, so the atmosphere was very dull.

"Don't wait, I'll go up." The Black Pig King stood up, stretched, and said.

At that moment, the turntable embedded in the round hatch suddenly moved.

"Gurrah...... Gurrah...... Gura ...... Gur-la-la-......"

The sound of gears turning came from inside, and everyone immediately stood up, keeping a few meters away from the hatch.

"Sneer......"

The moment the turntable stopped moving, a long deflating sound sounded all around. About ten minutes later, the metal door opened inward with a loud "clang". When the door opened, the lights in the cabin also lit up, illuminating the room as if it were day.

The Black Pig King lowered his head and was the first to enter the arsenal. I saw that the ground was as smooth as a mirror, and under the illumination of the light, their mirror image was reflected. The room was filled with gun racks and various firearms, boxes of plastic boxes were encapsulated, and ammunition boxes with the word "ammunition" printed on them were piled up in most of the room.

"Vulcan Cannon!" The Black Pig King looked around with wide eyes, found a row of drum heavy machine guns in the corner, and immediately strode over.

"Oh my God, M4A1, AK47, is this an ancient museum?" After entering the door, Tang De looked around and sighed.

A moment later, Alva also came down. Looking at all kinds of well-preserved firearms, he couldn't help but sigh: "Oxygen-free preservation technology, it's really not simple...... You know, these things have existed for more than 1,700 years, and they are all intact.

"Click! Click! Iron Slag fiddled with an assault rifle with a mahogany handle, and quickly learned to use it, after all, the firearms were much the same.

After obtaining sufficient ammunition, Iron Slag immediately gathered all the combatants and went on a killing spree, starting from the second floor and sweeping down layer by layer. After most of the day, there was not a single living dead in the entire underground vault.

In this way, Iron Slag and others were stationed here.

A week later, Alva repaired the water purifier and most of the light tubes with spare parts from the warehouse, then repaired the air filter, and cleaned up the entire shelter with all the personnel.

That morning, after bathing and changing into new clothes, the group went to the open space in front of the shelter.

The sky was cloudless, and the warm sun shone on the snowy land, gilding the calm faces with a layer of golden sand. The corpses of the twelve members of the expedition were lying quietly in the snow, their eyes closed.

"Thank you for your sacrifice and dedication to opening up a new settlement for us, and in honor of you, this place will be called Stronghold Twelve in the future." With that, Hagmai took a step forward, lowered his torch, and lit the corpse doused with oil.

"Bang Bang ......"

When everyone was blazing, the iron slag gave an order, and everyone neatly raised their guns and fired them at a 60-degree angle to the sky.

After three rounds of gunfire, Hagrid pulled a small harmonica out of his bosom and began to play.

As the melodious sound of the harp passed far away, the hunters whispered old songs......

We woke up from the cemetery,

Dressed in mottled armor,

Gaze at the withered earth.

We have nothing,

Only bravery and freedom remain.

We walk in the dark,

Hunt down all evil beings,

Bring peace and calm to people.

Beloved, light a candle at the tomb to guide us back from the darkness.

We will return to you with the treasures and glory of the cemetery,

By that warm fire, you'll be crowned with the most sparkling diamonds.

If one day,

We didn't come back,

Please don't be sad,

We just returned to the bosom of the earth,

Fell asleep peacefully......

PS: Stay tuned, the next volume, brilliant treasures.