The Fourth Calamity: Starting with Dungeon Slimes

Chapter 114 The Production Line Begins Operation

And so, after some fiddling around...

An amateur welder assigned several people from his group to different positions on the assembly line.

"Alright, you can stay here for now."

"I'll get the production line up and running in a bit, so make sure you guys don't fall behind."

Hearing what the amateur welder said, the group nodded in agreement.

After arranging the manpower, the amateur welder immediately found several crystals.

After he placed the crystal in the appropriate spot, the entire production line began to operate as magic was output.

Materials are distributed to different areas via the production line's conveyor belt, and then assembled by robotic arms.

Seeing the production line running, the amateur welder immediately began to wander around the line to make sure there were no problems.

The players, who were assigned to different positions, also began to get busy.

Holy crap!

As the production line started up, the players in different positions immediately realized that something was wrong.

"I was wondering why this felt like being in a factory tightening screws."

"Don't have any doubts, isn't this just screwing in screws in at a factory?"

"Dude, I just got off the production line, and now you're making me keep shining on it again? Are you kidding me?"

"No, how did playing a game turn into working?"

"Hurry up, everyone! Are you slacking off?"

As soon as the player finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to him.

Seeing everyone's gaze, the player immediately realized what was happening.

"Hey guys, don't mind me, this is just my professional habit, I just said a few words out of habit."

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than another player's voice came through.

"Hurry up? Don't you want to hear what you've been saying all day?"

"Why are you running so fast? Are you in a hurry to be reborn? How much do you pay a month to make you work this hard? What, is the boss a relative of yours? Are you willing to risk your life for him?"

"Go to hell! You can work your butt off all you want, but don't drag us down with you. If you're so capable, why don't you just buy out the whole production line, you idiot?"

The player realized something was wrong as soon as he finished speaking.

"Well? It's an occupational hazard of mine, I just habitually curse when I hear someone urging me."

"Dude, you're pretty good at swearing. What factory do you work at?"

"I work in a small electronics factory."

"Small electronics factories are great! I've heard there are lots of girls there. I'm even thinking of going to find some factory girls."

"You're overthinking it. You're still dreaming about factory girls? Let me tell you this: these days, electronics factories are full of men. You won't find a single woman in several teams."

"Anyone with even a bit of looks would be hard-pressed to work in a factory for you; they'd all be out there having a good time."

Perhaps this player had thought of something, and then added something else.

"Dude, what factory do you work at?"

"A big factory, Fukang."

"Wow, man, you're awesome! Are you made of iron?"

"Ironclad my ass. I just resigned a while ago. I'm riddled with illnesses. I'll never go back to the factory again."

And so, this simple production line, thanks to the presence of several veteran employees from the factory, ran smoothly without any major problems.

As the factory began to operate, the number of shells also began to increase at a visible rate.

Previously, players on the front lines had to consider whether the war reserves in the rear were sufficient, since they used to basically make their own shells by hand. Although amateur welders had a lot of stock, everyone was worried that they would run out of supplies in no time with this kind of fighting style.

But now things are different. When the latest batch of shells was delivered to the battlefield, the player in charge of receiving them felt reassured when the welder said that their production line was up and running.

"That's great! Once the production line is up and running, we won't have to worry about running out of ammunition while we're fighting."

"Not bad, not bad."

"In that case, we won't have to worry about running out of ammunition anymore. We'll purchase another 50 mortars, and you can deliver them to us next time."

The amateur welder was very satisfied with this deal.

"Don't worry, leave it to us."

"You just focus on the attack; we'll definitely have ample support in the later stages."

Hearing the amateur welder's assurance, everyone felt relieved.

With the help of the amateur welders, the players fought even more fiercely on the battlefield.

Previously, considering the issue of later resupply, players calculated carefully when firing shells to avoid wasting any.

This is because only in this way can we achieve the greatest effect with the least possible cost.

This is also why the Succubus and Nightmare factions were able to fight to a standstill.

However, ever since they learned that the rear supply lines had been established, the players' actions have changed completely.

I'm on the front lines right now.

Five or six players were gathered around the man with the watermelon knife on his head.

There were two mortars in total. Two men were responsible for aiming, while the other three were constantly loading shells.

"Guys, just got word that the welders have got the supply line working, so you know what that means?"

"Got it, so now we can use the shells without restraint?"

He nodded at the watermelon knife on his head, but quickly shook his head.

"Although we don't need to worry about the follow-up support from all sides, we still need to calculate our costs."

"We should make sure that every shot is effective, and not act recklessly just because we have enough supplies. Otherwise, we'll lose money because the revenue from a battle won't even be as much as the number of shells we fired."

The biggest problem with this kind of chaotic battle lies in the distribution of spoils afterward.

If the costs are split evenly, it would actually be a loss for many players, as some players play more aggressively, which would result in their costs being much higher than those of other players.

However, some players play less, and these players naturally gain an advantage in this situation.

So the players came up with a relatively fair method: to calculate the results separately.

The more than 100 players were divided into teams of 5 to 6 people each.

Each squad's purchase of ammunition and other items will be tallied, and once the tally is complete, these will be the expenses that the squad will need to pay together.

Each squad is responsible for a specific area, and all the loot in that area belongs to that squad. However, if a squad fails to defend its area, other squads can take over or provide assistance. In this case, a portion of the loot will be distributed among the other squads.

And because when looting loot later in the game, these monsters won't just stay obediently in the areas designated by the players and be killed.

There are also monsters that are killed outside of certain areas. These loot are collected by the group, sold, and then divided equally among the group.

In this way, it is relatively fair for the vast majority of players. In addition, each team will have someone specifically responsible for statistics.

The statistics show how many people this squad killed, how much equipment dropped, and how much they retrieved.

Although this method is relatively complicated, it is currently the most comprehensive solution that players can think of.

And so, the players' firepower grew increasingly fierce.

The players' front lines are constantly advancing. Since they are all temporarily built using safe houses, dismantling and reassembling them is not difficult.

The front line was initially about 5 kilometers away from the territory of the Dark Elves and Nightmares, but now the distance has been reduced to 3 kilometers.

The city defenses built by the two races have long been riddled with holes by the players.

The experts' safe houses were also destroyed in a number of explosions, but fortunately some of the materials could be recycled and rebuilt, so they were still barely enough.

Meanwhile, the players became increasingly fierce in the battle.

The Nightmare Clan and the Dark Elf Clan, on the other hand, suffered greatly.

"Captain, this is bad! Those 'Pata' battle lines have advanced again!"

The Nightmare Clan squad leader, who was directing operations from the rear, was also filled with rage upon hearing this news.

"What exactly happened? Weren't they able to hold them off before? How did they suddenly get pushed forward again?"

"The barrage of firepower was incredibly intense, many times more intense than at the start of the battle."

"The brothers on the front lines simply can't hold them off."

Upon hearing his subordinate's report, the Nightmare Clan squad leader took a deep breath; he was well aware of the current situation.

He was also very helpless about this.

In their first battle, they suffered a crushing defeat and retreated back to the fortress. They thought they could reorganize their forces and break out again, but who would have thought that these Pata would attack them?

Originally, there were only some defeated soldiers left on this side, plus some soldiers who had just arrived to provide reinforcements. The number was naturally not enough, and it was basically impossible to break through Pata's defense line. So, they were helplessly dragged into a tug-of-war by Pata.

The Nightmare Clan squad leader knew very well that once they were dragged into a protracted war, it would be even more difficult for them to reorganize their forces.

If they organize troops in the rear before coming over, then without a doubt, the front line will fall and the Pata can push all the way through.

Therefore, the front line must hold them off, at least to prevent these 'pata' from advancing so smoothly.

At this point, the resources behind are especially important, and for this reason, the Nightmare Clan squad leader has made multiple requests for support from the rear.

In total, about 2000 people were mobilized.

With the remaining remnants of the defeated army at the 59th floor, they managed to organize another 3000 people.

So the Nightmare Squad leader prepared to launch another attack, but little did he know that the Pata's firepower was many times stronger than before.

Although they attempted to charge, they were stopped by the Pata and lost several hundred soldiers, fleeing in panic.

Upon arriving here, the Nightmare Clan squad leader knew very well that unless three to five thousand men were sent from the rear, they would basically have no way to break through the defenses of this group of Pata.

Of course, he also explained the pros and cons, but after sending so many SOS messages, he still hadn't received a reply.

"So what's the situation back home? Are they planning to abandon this place?"

"The Nightmare Clan squad leader asked in a deep voice."

His adjutant shook his head helplessly at this.

"That's not how it is, squad leader. Things are far more complicated than we thought."

"The previous war with the succubus tribe already caused us considerable losses, and these two major defeats here have made the higher-ups think highly of you..."

At this point, the adjutant didn't continue, and the leader of the Nightmare Clan squad wasn't stupid either; he naturally understood the intricacies of the situation.

"So they mean they won't send reinforcements and just want us to hold this place to the death?"

The captain of the Nightmare Clan team spoke with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"These damn guys fought their way from the 50th floor to the 59th floor."

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"Don't they know what our record is? That's enough to prove our strength."

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"The reason for the defeat in these battles is clearly that the enemy was too strong. First of all, in terms of numbers, the enemy was no less than us."

The exact number of Pata remains a mystery to the Nightmare Clan squad leader.

Under normal circumstances, more than 100 Pata will appear at the same time and join the battle.

However, as the battle progresses, many more Pata will join the battlefield, essentially providing continuous reinforcements.

But why not gather all the pats together at once and press them down directly? Wouldn't that be better?

The Nightmare Clan squad leader was also unaware of the reason behind this.

But what is certain is that the enemy's troops seem to be endless; as soon as one batch dies, another batch rises to take its place.

As things went back and forth, things became increasingly difficult to handle.

They had no choice but to break through the defenses directly.

They can only fight the Pata through attrition warfare, but the enemy's troops are constantly being replenished. Even if the attrition lasts for a long time, it is very likely that they will be the first to give out.

"It seems they want to replace me with someone else to take command."

The Nightmare Clan squad leader didn't care at all.

In the past, the succubus squad leader would have been extremely unwilling to take over everything he had worked so hard to build.

However, after fighting with those Pata for so long, the Nightmare Clan squad leader knew very well just how wicked those Pata were.

In his eyes, this place was like a hot potato, and he couldn't wait to get rid of it as soon as possible.

"They feel that our family's power is too great, so they want to weaken our family's power."

"They want to place their own people in important positions."

"You think this is a hot potato, but little do you know it's a hot potato. Once you get stuck, you'll regret it."

The squad leader thought to himself.

Then the squad leader seemed to have thought of something.

"Didn't you want to take over what I had? Didn't you think this was a piece of fat meat you wanted to take a bite out of?"

"Very well, since you want this achievement so much, I naturally cannot be stingy with it."

"Just hand over the stronghold we've built on this floor to those Pata and let them keep pushing forward. We'll see how the person who takes over from me cleans up this mess."

The more the succubus squad leader thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

"You'll get what's coming to you then."