War! One Man, One Spear! (First Update)

The distance from the Deep Sea Shelter to the Saltpeter Camp is about sixty kilometers.

Along the way, watching the snowflakes splash onto the glass and hood, Su Mo would initially go down and wipe them off by hand periodically.

In the end Su Mo simply spent 95 points to upgrade to an Automatic Wiper.

Watching the wipers activate with a simple flick of the crank every time snow splashed onto the windshield, Su Mo thought, "Damn, that feels so good! Survival Points are definitely the primary productive force. Even if there are fewer Survival Points, as long as people don't suffer, that's fine!"

At this moment, the System Panel floated beside the car window, as if tempting Su Mo to continue spending his little money.

Alloy armor, four-wheel drive, twelve-speed transmission system. Basic Artificial Intelligence Driving Firepower Weapon Window, Super Reinforced Glass, Thousand Horsepower Engine. Jet Nitrogen Acceleration Device. Looking at the various functions on the upgrade panel, Su Mo, who had been poisoned by advanced consumerism for a long time, felt a surge of "impulsive consumption" emotions.

With just a thought, one can intuitively improve both strength and comfort; few can resist such an allure.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! When I'm rich, I'll definitely take advantage of you all one by one, so don't you dare run away!"

Forcibly dispelling his gaze, Su Mo breathed a sigh of relief after watching the upgrade direction given by the system disappear.

Driving in the vast snowfield, with no entertainment facilities or navigation, while keeping track of the system's upgrade direction, was quite an addictive experience.

Survival Points should be used in the right places.

Currently, the base has no need for long-distance travel; on the contrary, it will soon invest a large amount of Survival Points in development.

The heavy snow brought more than just slippery roads. Hearing another muffled thud from under the chassis, Su Mo quickly got out of the car to check.

Due to the impact of the natural disaster, obstacles that were originally clearly visible on the road were now hidden underneath. The journey was bumpy and uneven, with frequent collisions with small but scraping rocks.

In this kind of weather, Su Mo would never dare to drive a traditional Dune Buggy.

After a careful inspection, Su Mo was relieved to find that there was only a noticeable bump and no damage to the chassis.

Even so, after assessing that the distance was only about four kilometers, and looking at the undulating hillside, Su Mo decided to park the Earth Tiger in a ditch.

It wouldn't take long to walk that distance, and it would be much more secluded and safer.

On snow-covered hillsides, one often needs to use both hands and feet to climb quickly.

Fortunately, Su Mo was wearing Combat Suit, so he didn't encounter any embarrassing situations.

After stumbling along for about a kilometer, Su Mo found a slightly higher, gentle slope, took out his Fine Iron Electric Spear, and laboriously climbed up it.

Looking at the campsite covered in snow in the distance, Su Mo took out his binoculars and patted the lively Oreo beside him.

"Oreo, activate your Sixth Sense and see if we're in any danger today!"

Upon hearing Su Mo's words, Oreo immediately stood up straight, and its two lively little ears began to wiggle up, down, left, and right.

After a few seconds, Oreo shook his head, indicating that there was no danger.

"Good dog!"

Su Mo patted Oreo's head, beckoned it to stand guard, and began to carefully observe the activity in the camp.

Compared to the "super" camp they had seen last time, the kobolds had rebuilt the camp gate on the crater after a day, but at a glance, Su Mo immediately found the loopholes in it.

"I don't know if it's because I don't do anything reckless that I'm safe, or if no one can threaten me!"

The kobolds in the camp were also very relaxed at this time, showing no signs of having just suffered heavy losses in a skirmish.

A rough count revealed that there were approximately 80 kobolds in the camp at this time, a significant decrease from before.

As for the snow-covered slopes of the mine, within the reach of telescopes, there are still more than twenty people being enslaved and forced to mine.

"There were only nine Warlock Kobold this time; the rest were warrior kobolds. I wonder what happened."

He patted the heating device on his waist, and after the hot air warmed his body, Su Mo gently slid down.

All talk and action, all military strategy and tactics, vanished upon seeing the current arrangement.

With so few people, we can just storm in! None of the seven Explosive Crossbow Bolts in our Storage Space have been used yet; they're more than enough to deal with the kobolds! On the snow-white ground, Su Mo, like an extremely experienced hunter, crouched and quickly approached the camp.

Because it was a terraced camp, the front gate had been built, but the watchtower at the front had not yet been constructed.

Only the watchtowers on both sides remained, standing there bare and lifeless.

By taking advantage of the blind spots of the kobold watchtowers on both sides, Su Mo made his way to the main gate without any major incidents.

The weather was cold, so the "noble" Warlock Kobold naturally wouldn't stand in the snow like the poor warriors, keeping watch and supervising.

Apart from a Warlock Kobold walking around the base, the other eight were sitting in a wooden hut near the center, warming themselves by a fire.

Following the wall, Su Mo cautiously made his way to the back of a wooden hut and switched to a high-quality, High-Speed Crossbow Bolt.

At the same time, place the Explosive Crossbow Bolts to one side.

Without much aiming, I waited until the lone Warlock Kobold walked into the blind spot of the watchtower kobold, then predicted the range to be fifty meters and hit it with one shot.

The High-Speed Crossbow Bolt, like a cunning venomous snake, darted into the Warlock Kobold's head in a flash.

Upon hearing the slightly heavy thud behind him, Su Mo's face lit up with joy. At the same time, he continued to crouch down and quickly changed his crossbow bolt.

With such a scattered camp layout and patrol gaps, Su Mo felt as if he were playing an Assassin's Creed game, acting recklessly in the enemy's home turf without any fear of being discovered.

Pressing the crossbow bolt, the automatic cocking of the crossbow hummed, and the Explosive Crossbow Bolts was automatically pushed to its forward position by the cocking mechanism.

Once the kobolds on both watchtowers turned their heads to another angle, Su Mo, without a second thought, fired a cold arrow directly at the wooden hut where eight Warlock Kobold were warming themselves by the fire.

Whoosh! Boom! Real men never watch explosions!

The instant the Explosive Crossbow Bolts was fired, Su Mo rolled to another blind spot in the wooden house.

This blind spot faces away from the watchtower on the right, but is right in the line of sight of the kobold on the watchtower on the left.

Seeing the panicked look on the kobold warrior's face on the watchtower, and his gaping Big Mouth, Su Mo pulled out a faint smile from under the mask of his Combat Suit.

An unreasonable Explosive Crossbow Bolts whizzed past the kobold on the watchtower.

The screams of agony were accompanied by the sound of explosions. Wood chips and fragments were blasted into the air, rustling as they hit the Combat Suit and armor.

"The kobolds' wails are such sweet sounds!"

With the remaining three arrows, Su Mo didn't hold back and fired them directly at the area in the camp where the kobolds were most numerous.

A violent explosion sent a single arrow plunging a sea of fire, engulfing the area in yellow clouds.

Compared to TnT, which requires a detonator to detonate, the instability and toxicity of Yellow Explosive are precisely the best attributes in the early stages of a post-apocalyptic wasteland! Licking his lips, he replaced the crossbow bolts with five new ones and temporarily put the still-activated crossbow back into his Storage Space.

With a thought, Fine Iron Electric Spear and a pistol appeared in Su Mo's left and right hands.

With a pistol tucked into the weapon pocket on the side of his Combat Suit and a spear in both hands, Su Mo, like a god of war, kicked open the wooden door of the nearest cabin.

The kobolds inside were awakened by the explosion and were still scrambling to get their leather armor and weapons from behind the door, preparing to put them on and go out to fight.

Suddenly, a Giant Strength came, and with almost no resistance, the Kobold Warrior, still holding a spear, was sent flying straight in.

"Hmm? Still trying to resist?"

Seeing the kobold lying on the ground still searching for his spear, Su Mo stepped forward, grabbed the spear, and thrust it into the kobold's heart, pulling it out forcefully.

Dark brown blood gushed out suddenly from the spearhead's thrust, splashing about a foot high due to the bloodletting groove.

Several explosions, like the roar of Thor, resounded across the high slope.

Outside the wooden house, the kobold camp, which had been peaceful, suddenly became "lively".

The kobold warriors, who were still monitoring the humans' mining, saw explosions and fires breaking out all over the camp. They walked out of the wooden hut with Su Mo, realizing that the situation was different from what they had expected, with all the kobolds joining forces against the enemy.

Upon seeing these kobold warriors, their first reaction was to run away!

And they escaped incredibly fast!

Several wooden huts opened, and some of the kobold warriors, without even their weapons or leather armor, ran away naked, tumbling and crawling into the distance.

On the other side, where the watchtower had not yet been cleared, the kobold on it took only three steps to two, and without looking back, it climbed down the watchtower and slipped away towards the distant castle.

This scene left Su Mo, who was standing at the door of the wooden house, stunned.

Regardless of the consequences, Su Mo would naturally not let go of this opportunity to kick a man when he was down.

While the kobolds were escaping, I decided to kill as many as I could.

For a moment, Su Mo was like a mowing-down-the-hill monster, rampaging through the chaotic kobold ranks in the camp.

No kobold could withstand the Fine Iron Electric Spear, powered by electric assistance, held with Giant Strength.

A single sweeping strike injures those who touch it, and kills those who come near it.

Amidst the smoke, the kobolds' wails grew louder and louder. Some had their limbs shattered by the explosions, while others had been stabbed by Su Mo's spear but were not yet truly dead.

Suddenly, the camp seemed to have turned into a slaughterhouse, with the stench of blood mixed with the smell of burning dog meat rising into the sky!

Even with the smoke obscuring the scene, making it unclear how many people were fighting inside, the refugees standing on the hillside with their Stone Pickaxe knew the horror of the battle.

All the refugees stared at each other in disbelief, seemingly unsure whether to flee or stay.

Have the lion-men attacked again? Should we run?

With no one in command or leading the way, all the refugees, who lived in a state of numbness every day, were stunned for a moment.

They didn't know what to do.

After decades of peaceful life in civilized times, no one told them where their final resting place was amidst such natural and man-made disasters.

After days of travel and Snow Disaster, in this kind of weather, the kobolds have a place to escape back to, but these people don't.

This camp, this seemingly "sturdy" complex of shelters, is their home and their escape route.

Standing on the hillside, everyone stared at the smoke rising from the camp and listened to the kobolds' wails.

Gradually, a sense of "relief" began to appear in the eyes of one person after another.

They've already escaped once; this time, they've had enough!

However, watching the Kobold Warrior emerge from the smoke, and the smoke gradually dissipating over time, was quite a sight.

Behind the fleeing kobolds, a familiar figure that everyone had been longing for appeared.

"It's a human? And there's only one person?" Everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.

Amidst the smoke, as they chased and fled, Su Mo's appearance gradually came into view.

He wore a suit of bright silver armor and carried a jet-black, gleaming spear.

"Zhao Zilong?"

It's unclear which Chinese person started shouting, but half of the twenty-odd people were Chinese, and they immediately became excited.

Shouts of encouragement rang out on the hillside. Looking at the figure before them, who resembled a "general" from ancient China, a surge of pride welled up in the hearts of all Chinese people due to their long-standing cultural influence! As the saying goes: In the past, Zhao Zilong charged in and out of Changban Slope seven times, striking fear into the hearts of the Wei army.

Today, Zhao Zilong from the Wasteland single-handedly stabbed a kobold with his spear, sending it running away in terror!

The excitement of the Chinese people left the people from other countries around them bewildered. Seeing such an exaggerated scene, even a Javanese man who had been prepared to die couldn't help but tremble. "Should we... run away?"

The Javanese had barely finished speaking when the Little New Year Chinese man standing beside him, his eyes blazing with fervor, shouted, "Escape? Escape my ass! These are the strongmen of China!!!"

Upon hearing this, people from other countries were shocked. In this wasteland, how could the Chinese be so powerful? Looking at the kobolds still fleeing around them, the Chinese suddenly mustered their courage and gave chase, slamming their Stone Pickaxe down viciously.

Even the four women among them showed no mercy, venting their pent-up anger on the kobolds.

In an instant, a "rage" known as human "wrath" burned fiercely in the camp and on the hillside!