I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

The bodies under the wall have piled up two or three meters high. When the timing is almost the same, the survivors climbed the wall with fuel tanks and began dumping fuel under the wall. A few cans of fuel went down, and the survivors threw a torch under the wall.

These fuels are not gasoline, but an organic synthetic fuel similar to an alcohol mixture. It has to be mentioned here that most cars in the 22nd century used high-capacity batteries instead of fossil fuels. It is precisely because of this, the entire Wanghai City does not see any gas station, replaced by a charging station.

Controllable nuclear fusion makes electricity prices in the 22nd century extremely cheap. A steady stream of electricity is produced from nuclear fusion power plants located on the moon, and then wirelessly transmits electricity from the moon to the relay satellites and then to the surface. . Naturally, fossil fuels have been eliminated from the daily lives of the people.

It is also thanks to this, the war broke out in just 10 minutes, and the world has ushered in a massive blackout. A small number of ground nuclear power plants and geothermal wells are only enough to sustain military production. Many nuclear fusion batteries for civilian facilities are also confiscated, and they are sent to the front line as fuel for power armor and tanks.

To make matters worse, in the nuclear winter years after the war, survivors who could not find fuel almost collapsed. Lost power, the induction cooker and the electric cooker completely became a pile of scrap iron. Fortunately, the World Organization has played a role. At least before the retreat, the survivors were left with the technology used by Yajing, a large number of weapons that were not consumed in the war, and weapons production equipment that could be used. Survivors who have to face both mutants and winters will not survive.

Although these weapons indirectly led to the birth of many predators, they always helped the survivors on the waste to spend the toughest days. Even most survivors are angry and disappointed with the World Union’s planting boat program. But it is undeniable that they still did something good.

The fire is rising.

Smoke rising from four directions. Surround the fish bone base. Soldiers brought with their anti-virus masks, and the survivors concealed their mouth and nose and escaped the wall.

The combustion rate of the fuel itself is very small. But the zombies that were burned together were just the opposite. The smoke around the base is comparable to chemical weapons, and it has seriously affected the vision of soldiers on the wall.

At the same time, it is not easy to produce these fuels, in addition to the consumption of carb resin as a raw material, it also consumes more than 1.3 times the amount of heat of combustion. As a result, more than 20 barrels of fuel fell, and 15 tons of Kam resin and 50,000 crystals were used.

The war is burning money. At this moment, Jiang Chen profoundly realized this.

Because of the obstruction effect of the smoke, the zombies could not be washed out for a while. In addition to retaining the instinct of biological foraging, the zombies also retain the fear of the flame. Although not to escape. But in the face of an unbearable flame, the zombies will not take the initiative to rely on the past.

After the drone confirmed that the zombie's offensive had stopped, the soldiers on the wall finally got a chance to breathe. Soldiers with sore shoulders sat on the ground against the wall. Volunteers composed of workers and women who did not participate in the battle boarded the wall, and sent nutrients, drinking water and towels to those who guarded them.

This fire will last for more than two hours.

When the fire stops, the wind blows, and the high-rise corpse will turn into ashes and disperse with the wind.

"The really difficult thing is still at night, the zombie's offense is day and night." Looking at the smoke outside, Wang Zhaowu locked his brow.

“Can the soldiers survive?” Jiang Chen asked casually.

"It is divided into five shifts. Every four hours, 400 people go to sleep. The machine gun and bullet production lines can't stop, and they can't help but also get rid of it. There is not much fuel in the base. This is the only way."

The tower, which serves as the control tower, has an air filter built in, although the outside of the glass is full of smoke. But the indoor air is still normal.

"Can you use gasoline?" Jiang Chen suddenly asked.

"Gasoline?" Wang Zhaowu squatted, and then smiled bitterly. "It can be. But where can I find that thing? Before the war, Wanghai City was an economic center and not an industrial base. Even if there is a factory in Wanghai that needs to use gasoline. I am afraid. It has long been searched by survivors who are looking for fuel."

Although fossil fuels have basically been eliminated, industrial-purpose gasoline still exists. After all, in addition to being able to burn. Gasoline is also an excellent organic solvent, as well as a raw material for the production of some rubber and plastic products.

Wang Zhaowu subconsciously thought that Jiang Chen was the idea of ​​playing industrial gasoline. After all, he did not know the secret of Jiang Chen.

The corner of the mouth evoked a smile, Jiang Chen touched his chin. "You don't have to worry about this, I will find a way to get it."

"If it can, then it is best." Wang Zhaowu said helplessly.

Just then, a weak knock on the door came.

"Please come in."

The door opened, and at the door was a figure that made Jiang Chen very unexpected.

I saw the little girl's face with a big gas mask and walked into the command room. The white cotton skirt was stained with dirty ash, and Jiang Chen noticed that her arms were tightly holding a delicate lunch box.

"Yao Yao? How come you are here?" Jiang Chen went over and asked unexpectedly.

"I, I am worried that you are hungry." Yan Shengsheng said, Yao Yao took off the gas mask, smiled and smirked at the morning, then took out the lunch box in his arms, "Hey, so I I cooked the meal and sent it."

Wang Zhaowu saw it and turned very interestingly across the wall.

However, my heart is secretly swearing: Fortunately, my daughter is only one year old...

I don't know what it would be like if Jiang Chen heard his voice.

"Did you eat?" Jiang Chen half-squatted down and smacked Yao Yao’s head.

"Not yet." Yao Yao embarrassedly scratched his cheek, whispered.

"Then let's go back and eat together." Jiang Chen smiled.

"But it doesn't matter here?" Yao Yao looked at the smoke outside with some concern.

"The marshal is assured that I am here." Wang Zhaowu turned around in a timely manner and spoke very timely.

The boy is good, quite up the road.

Jiang Chen smiled and nodded to him, then got up and took Yao Yao's little hand.

"Let's go, call Sun Jiao together."

"Yeah!" Yao Yao nodded and held the familiar big hand, his face showing a happy smile.

After wearing the gas mask with Yao Yao, Jiang Chen found Sun Jiao with a sniper rifle at the corner of the stairs. Looking at her face with a black face, Jiang Chen held back and did not laugh, and handed the gas mask to her hand.

"It's really killing me." Sun Jiao turned his eyes in exaggerated eyes and grabbed a gas mask and put it on his face.

"Let you stay at home, you have to run out." Jiang Chen couldn't help but count her down.

"This lady is happy. And I killed 51 throwers today. Don't you think you should praise me?" Sun Jiao licked the dusty hair and said, chest up.

"When you have less meat, I will pack you up."

Jiang Chen glanced at her in a "malignant" manner, although no one could see who's expression through the mask. (To be continued.)