The atmosphere became inexplicably stiff.

But at this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps approached here, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps is a rotten, bloody, and pungent smell.

Colin, who was "chatting", turned around and looked over and saw the bloody figures of No. 1 and other team members.

"Lord..."

No. 1 and their team were stunned when they saw Colin's appearance, and then their lips squirmed, as if they wanted to say something.

"I'm fine,"

Colin raised his hand to stop him, probably guessing what they wanted to say.

Any slave who has been optimized is good, but it is too easy to be moved, and sometimes it is very template-based.

Maybe it was because the copywriting work was not done well during the optimization...Colin complained in his heart.

Then, he ended his "chat" and began to devote himself to his plan to come here.

The first step is to create a group of "light chasers".

In this regard, Colin planned to divide 70 people into pieces, 60 as slaves, and ten as survivors.

Thirty people have been created and are active in the outside world. According to the comments from outside managers.

The work efficiency of the "light chasing" is much higher than that of ordinary people and has helped a lot.

The plan is going on in an orderly manner.

More than an hour later, the second batch of "light chasers" appeared.

After finishing this matter and watching No. 1 and the others walk into the mountains, Colin looked at his wallet with distress.

Only one hundred thousand fog left was left to nod.

"There are not many other materials anymore. What's more troublesome is that you can't buy materials now..."

Colin rubbed his forehead. The most troublesome part of the second-class ship was not the "fog point", but the steel.

Although there are saltpeter mines on the island, and even the number seems to be quite large, no metal mines have been discovered.

Without the "trading market", he had nowhere else to obtain these mineral materials, and mineral materials were very scarce.

"You have to go out to sea quickly after the three days, otherwise you will be trapped and killed here..."

Although the trading market opened on the seventh day, it was not impossible to exchange artillery for minerals...

But the "system" gives him so many "privileges" and it is not for him to stay at home to support his elderly care.

And if he didn't start the action earlier, Colin felt that he had missed a lot of things, a lot of...

So if they can act one day earlier, they have to act one day earlier, racing against time.

At this moment, after the initial rush during the rescue, everyone's follow-up actions were all in order.

Colin did not rashly take all the people out now, because the injuries of many injured people made them unable to do so in a hurry.

A few more hours...

When the light of the flag completely dimmed, many seriously injured were transferred to level 5 underground fortresses for further resettlement.

Then, the subsequent preparations were carried out in an orderly manner, and everyone was busy from dawn to night.

When a familiar faint palpitations came, Colin knew that night was coming.

This time, as the influence of the "night" faded, the terrifying and terrifying feeling disappeared a lot.

However, in this little "free" time left, except for those seriously injured, most of the people here in Colin did not have a rest.

Time passes by little by little...

Late at night, in the already quiet high court, Colin sat with his back against Shana's "light bag" regardless of his image.

His eyes were always focused on the information that was constantly coming back from the parchment in his hand, and he had a rough grasp of his current situation.

"...In terms of personnel, it can be basically confirmed that the total number of people in and outside the two areas is more than 30,000, and more than 6,000 people are seriously injured. Most of the rest are slightly injured and can recover in the past few days..."

"There are more than 120 survivors, and except for those ten, most of them have chosen to join in Roger's ideological work..."

"Although most survivors are idle now, the privilege of survivors using parchment rolls and unlimited backpacks has given them a guarantee of their importance..."

"The second-class ships, the transfer and transformation of level five underground fortresses, and the restoration of some combat vehicles will consume most of the remaining fog points..."

"After a large amount of resources are converted into war capital, we will most likely only have less than 10,000 fog points left, and a few days of food..."

Colin pinched his forehead, and the future was still difficult, and they were in a difficult starting stage.

Although they can build fewer cannons and convert less war resources to obtain more food and support for a few more days.

However, everyone, including Colin, knew very well that they could not withstand any war of attrition at this moment.

You can eat less food, it doesn’t matter if you fight with your belt...

However, no shell should be missing!

Before they can obtain a sustainable and stable source of food and other substances in the future, they must fight quickly and do their best, and there is no room for reservation.

Only by winning can you obtain spoils, survive, and think about whether you can have a meal in the future.

With one more shell, their chances of victory are greater, so they can eat less food and can not make less shells.

"When will the monster come in three days?"

Colin used a prompt.

[You realize that at the end of the third day and the fourth day, those non-human aliens may invade you at any time.]

Is it possible to come at any time?

Colin's fist pressed against his chin and his eyes narrowed slightly.

At present, if it is an aberrant organism, the prompt will probably give a relatively accurate time.

Because they are really stubborn, behaviors and other things are easy to predict...

But if you can't predict it...

This shows that most of these alien lives have a certain degree of rationality...

And what is certain is.

"We are an island that is not very far from the mainland. Since they may come back at any time, it at least means that the monsters have realized what's going on here..."

Colin was a little surprised. What means did these natives observe the abnormalities here?

Even the special telescope of the second-class ship can only reduce the impact of 70% of the gray fog on the line of sight. The further you see, the more gray fog it will be. If you die, you will only see a distance of several thousand meters.

And what is certain is that the gray fog will not disappear for a while...

This made Collin suddenly become a little curious about how these natives discovered them.

"When necessary, catch some of these monsters to explore more carefully."

Colin made a secret decision...

After all, before seeing specific things, the information given by the "prompt" is often blurred.

If some "heart-hearted" monster aliens assist, the next thing, whether it is rescue or exploration, will be much easier.

Of course, if they are unwilling to be enthusiastic, then take out their hearts to see if they are hot...

After a while of busyness.

Seeing that everything was generally settled, Colin stretched hard against the "light bag" behind his back and yawned.

"How long will it take to dawn?"

[Maybe after 37 minutes and 49 seconds, a new day will come.]

"It's dawn so soon..."

Collin was stunned. He had been discussing various task arrangements and planning details with the territory before, but he had never noticed that so long had passed.

However, feeling the information in his brain, he shook his head: "If you don't say anything else, you are still very on time when the clock is... Well, there is still half an hour left, so you have to take a break quickly..."

But just as Colin was about to put away the parchment and prepare to take a look, a private message from Roger suddenly came.
Chapter completed!