In the blink of an eye, a day had passed.
Then, after busy modern workhorses had spent the whole day working for barely a dozen hours, the players eagerly logged back in and came to Wasteland Camp, transforming into tireless greenskins to keep working. And they were even volunteering for overtime—paying out of pocket, with no wages and no meals or lodging included.
However, in the eyes of Commander Gao Lanlan and a certain troublesome little girl Führer in the camp, the players had not logged off to work for "a dozen hours." They had actually been working for the camp here in the wasteland day and night, twenty-four hours a day without interruption.
As for whether greenskins needed sleep or could get tired, neither of them considered such things.
After all, in most cases, strong greenskins never lived long enough to feel tired or sleepy. Usually, after working for seven or eight days, it was about time for them to kick the bucket.
If they did not kick the bucket today, they would tomorrow. And if not tomorrow, then the day after, the day after that, or some other day—there would always be all sorts of accidents that sent them to their deaths!
Take the previous "Battle of the Mine Disaster," for example. That battle at the mining company's cave storage yard had wiped out several hundred players in one go and captured another batch, truly giving the players their first taste of this world's brutality.
Of course, those were all minor matters—at least, that was how Commander Gao Lanlan and a certain troublesome little girl Führer saw them. Neither of them paid much attention.
For instance?
"Ha!"
When a certain troublesome little girl Führer rushed into the temporary command center, Gao Lanlan was reviewing the third