Doomsday Pavilion

Mingguang, the east gate.

Under the third city wall, the rare crowds are very lively, like celebrating a certain festival.

At the end of November every year, Mingguang will stage such a scene.

The civilians in Xiacheng are looking forward to it, but for people in Shangcheng and the outer city, it is about the same as Mingguang's aunt, and her ass hurts all over her body.

Along the east gate of the mountain and sea road, the rockery built by the Jiang family stands on the top of the three-walled hill with an antique pavilion.

The name is: Wanghai.

The Jiang family's old house is not moving like a mountain, and the Wanghai Pavilion is as quiet as water.

Wen Zhongjiu came here after returning from the Xiaoguan, sitting around the stone table with five people, including Wei Tianxing and Mo Hongniang.

A group of juniors, including Gaotie, Jiang Zhengyang, Zhao Zheng, Wei Qingyu, and Leng Han, stood on the wall and looked down.

Jiang Zihuan, who was accompanied by the side, said,

"The guns made by the higher normal school are divided?"

The high-speed rail nodded,

"One hundred thousand, a lot."

Mo Hongniang smiled like a flower,

"It's really hard work. I have to work hard every few years."

The high-speed rail is still unsmiling, "As a Mingguang person, I should do my best for Mingguang."

Wei Qingyu said suddenly,

"coming!"

Everyone looked at the sea below the city.

I saw an infinite number of waves blooming on the surface of the black sinking sea, and streamlined figures burst out of the water and jumped to the shore.

Mo Hongniang glanced at her and rubbed her eyebrows.

"How come these things are getting more and more every year?"

These waves have covered every inch of the sea that can be seen in an instant, densely packed.

Wen Zhongjiu is also smiling bitterly,

"It's a blessing, not a curse...but it smells a bit unpleasant."

It’s nothing else but a penguin who jumped onto the beach from the sea.

A penguin with a naive attitude and an abnormally fat penguin.

Perhaps the cataclysm changed their habits. I don't know when they started, the Mingguang coast, including the entire 500 kilometers of nearby coastline, was their target for migrating and spawning.

Every year, these penguins will land in Mingguang at the end of November, reproduce and lay eggs until four months later, and then continue their journey.

These penguins do not belong to any known species, low-level alienated creatures of rank zero, with no attack ability and extremely dead-hearted.

Doesn’t it mean that penguins are prone to heat stroke when the temperature exceeds 16 degrees!

Mingguang maintains a high temperature of more than 20 degrees all year round, and the highest temperature can reach more than 40 degrees. What do you think you come to Mingguang for? What are you doing!

At first, Mingguang still used these little guys as mascots and strictly prohibited hunting and killing them privately.

In the first year, the number of penguins was only a few hundred. Under the protection of the garrison, a few hundred young penguins were taken away without falling.

By the second year, the number of penguins had expanded to tens of thousands.

In the third year, hundreds of thousands of penguins who got cheap came calling for friends.

fourth year,

fifth year,

Sixth year...

The number has risen to the point of ruining the world.

——Uh, in fact, their feces are enough to destroy the world.

Hundreds of millions of penguins live on the coastline of Mingguang for four months. How much dung will be left without a housekeeping company and nanny?

I believe that even if the scientific research institute has the ability, it is very, very unwilling to count this number.

From November to March 1st of each year, the entire bright light will be shrouded in the foul cloud of fermenting penguin dung.

There was confusion, the research institute was confused, and the garrison was also confused, but the poor people in Xiacheng laughed.

Those chubby little guys are full of high-grade protein under the thick fur!

Raw meat is not good for preservation. We can also make bacon, we can also make jerky, and we can boil the oil... As for the taste, no one cares about these details.

The civilians in Xiacheng only care about one thing-there is meat to eat!

There are also zero-level low-level alien beast eggs that don't need money!

Mingguang's management is fed up with these uncontrollable numbers of penguins, and fed up with piles of manure as high as a mountain.

Since a few years ago, the Gao family has taken on the responsibility of making ordinary firearms, making some non-source crystal weapons that have not been sold for many years, specifically to deal with these disasters.

After all, penguins are also low-level monsters. Even if they don't have any attack power, their power is not trivial to ordinary people.

The limit that the Gao family can bear is 100,000 muskets per year. These muskets will be labeled by the garrison and distributed to civilians participating in hunting operations in Xiacheng. After the hunting, they will be recovered and returned to the Gao family for repair and reconstruction.

Every year, at least 20,000 to 30,000 people participate in this brightly lit event, and around tens of thousands of penguins are hunted every day.

The killed penguins were peeled on the spot, soaked in seawater, hung up to dry, and transported back to storage by their own family members.

The penguin's fur is too thick to be suitable for bright and hot climates. Apart from rubbing a few pieces of rope, it is useless and can only be wasted.

Seeing a large number of penguins come ashore, the crowd below became a sensation, crackling gunshots and shouts were endless.

Mo Hongniang looked at the sea, the corners of her mouth were shaking.

"There may be no less than 30 million penguins this year... My... God..."

Thirty million penguins, and the harvest period that hasn't been long since the beginning of the Black Sea has probably ended.

...

The hunting started in a trance and prosperous trance below. Don't look at the simple and cute penguins. After becoming a strange animal, the agility on the shore is absolutely moisture-free.

Even with guns in their hands, most people have difficulty hitting them.

"Bang, bang!"

At the front of the crowd, Qin Sheng, Calabash baby, and Erhu brought a few ignorant little girls.

Qin Sheng fired a shot, very proud,

"Look at my shot, how is it, it's in the eye socket, hahaha."

The second tiger said angrily,

"I saw the penguin first!"

"Hey," Erhu dismissed the theory with him, and said to Xiaofang beside him.

"Xiaofang, what do you think of my marksmanship?"

Xiaofang is a quiet and quiet girl with two croissants, and her big eyes are clear and clear.

"Sheng Big Brother is great~!"

Qin Sheng's nosebleeds were almost flowing down.

Waving hands,

"Well, who, Lao Gener! Go and pick up the little master's trophy!"

"Huh."

A sturdy man stood up, it was Secretary Qin's bodyguard for Qin Sheng.

There is only one in the family, but only one seed. If only three long and two short, he will cry and blind his eyes?

What penguin? Penguins are not good either!

The fourth-order master Lao Gen'er, just so wronged, became the number one bodyguard of Qin Sheng's Penguin Operation.

Lao Gen tucked the homework book in his back,

"Young Master, your psychology homework is finished."

Qin Sheng said,

"Okay, I also wrote Xiaofang by the way, um... I will tell my dad when I look back, Lao Gen'er, you are a good person, and I will give you a salary increase. What is your deputy? I think it can be corrected. That's it!"

Lao Gen’s simple and honest face barely squeezed a smile that was uglier than crying,

"Thank you Young Master."

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