I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 438: Burn the corpse
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The corpses under the wall have been piled up two or three meters high, and the time is almost up. The survivors carried the fuel tank onto the wall and began to pour fuel under the wall. A few cans of fuel went down, and the survivors threw torches under the wall again.
These fuels are not gasoline, but an organic synthetic fuel similar to an alcohol mixture. It must be mentioned here that most cars in the 22nd century used high-capacity batteries instead of fossil fuels. It is for this reason that no gas station can be seen in the entire city of Wanghai, but a charging station.
Controlled nuclear fusion makes the price of electricity in the 22nd century extremely cheap. A steady stream of electricity is produced from nuclear fusion power stations located on the moon, and then wirelessly transmits electricity from the moon to relay satellites. Lose to the surface. Fossil fuels are naturally eliminated from people's daily lives.
It is also thanks to this. The war broke out within 10 minutes, and the world experienced a large power outage. A small number of ground nuclear power plants and geothermal wells are only enough to maintain military production. Many nuclear fusion batteries stored in civilian facilities have also been confiscated and sent to the front line as fuel for power armor and tanks.
Worse, in the nuclear winter years after the war, survivors who could not find fuel at all almost collapsed. Losing electricity, the induction cooker and electric cooker became a pile of scrap iron. Fortunately, the United World Organization still played a role. Before the retreat, at least the survivors were left with the related technologies used by Yajing, a large number of weapons that have not been consumed in the war, and usable weapon production equipment. The survivors who had to face the mutant and the cold winter at the same time would not survive.
Although these weapons have indirectly led to the birth of many raider teams, they are all about helping the survivors of the waste land through the most difficult days. Even though most of the survivors were angry and disappointed with the World Organization ’s seeding plan, they are undeniably good.
The fire is rising.
The thick smoke rising from four directions surrounded the fish bone base. The soldiers put on gas masks, and the survivors escaped the fence with their noses and noses covered.
The combustion smoke rate of the fuel itself is very small, but the zombies burned together are just the opposite. The thick smoke surrounding the base is comparable to chemical weapons, and it has seriously affected the soldiers' vision on the fence.
At the same time, the production of these fuels is not easy. In addition to the consumption of cam resin as raw material, it also consumes more than 1.3 times the energy of combustion. Just over 20 barrels of fuel fell down, and 15 tons of kamm resin and 50,000 sub-crystals were used up.
The war is burning money, and Jiang Chen realizes this deeply at this moment.
Because of the blocking effect of smoke, zombies cannot be rushed for a while. In addition to retaining the instincts of creatures foraging, zombies also retain their fear of fire. Although it will not escape, the zombies will not take the initiative in the face of unbearable flames.
After the drone confirmed that the zombie's offensive had stopped, the soldiers on the wall finally got a breather. Soldiers with sore shoulders sat on the ground against the wall. Volunteers composed of workers and women who did not participate in the battle climbed the wall and sent nutritional mixtures, drinking water, and towels to these guardians.
The fire will last more than two hours.
When the fire stops and the wind blows, the one-storey corpse will turn into ashes and disperse with the wind.
"The really difficult thing is at night, and the zombie's attack is day and night." Looking at the smoke, Wang Zhaowu frowned.
"Can the soldiers carry it?" Jiang Chen asked casually.
"The system is divided into five shifts, and 400 people go to bed every two hours. The machine gun and bullet production lines can't be stopped and can't be carried. The fuel in the base is not much, only this."
This sentry tower that serves as a command tower has built-in air filtering devices. Although thick smoke rolls outside the glass, the air in the room is still normal.
"Is it possible to use gasoline?" Jiang Chen suddenly asked.
"Gasoline?" Wang Zhaowu froze, then smiled bitterly, "Maybe, but where to find that thing? Wanghai City was an economic center, not an industrial base before the war. Even if there is a need to use gasoline in Wanghai City The factory may have been searched by survivors looking for fuel. "
Although fossil fuels are basically eliminated, gasoline for industrial use still exists. After all, in addition to being able to burn, gasoline is also an excellent organic solvent, and some raw materials for the production of rubber and plastic products.
Wang Zhaowu subconsciously thought that Jiang Chen had the idea of industrial gasoline. After all, he did n’t know the secret of Jiang Chen.
Jian Chen said with a chin on the corner of his mouth. "You don't have to worry about this, I will find a way to get a little."
"If best," Wang Zhaowu said helplessly.
At this moment, there was a weak knock on the door.
"Please come in."
The door opened, and there was a figure that made Jiang Chen very surprised.
I saw the little girl with a big gas mask on her face and shyly walked into the command room. The white cotton skirt was covered with dirty soot, and Jiang Chen noticed that she held a delicate meal box tightly in her arms.
"Yao Yao? Why did you come here?" Jiang Chen walked over and asked unexpectedly.
"I, I am worried that you are hungry." Yao Yao said timidly, Yao Yao took off the gas mask, smiled shyly at Jiang Chen, and then took out the lunch box in his arms. , So I prepared the meal and delivered it. "
Wang Zhaowu saw this, and turned around his face very interestingly.
However, my heart murmured secretly: Fortunately, my daughter is only one year old. .
I do n’t know how Jiang Chen would feel if he heard his voice.
"Have you eaten yet?" Jiang Chen squatted down and rubbed Yao Yao's head indulgently.
"Not yet." Yao Yao scratched his cheek embarrassedly and whispered.
"Then let's go back and eat together." Jiang Chen smiled.
"But, does it matter here?" Yao Yao glanced at the thick smoke outside with some concern.
"Marshal rest assured, I'll do it here." Wang Zhaowu turned around at the right time and said very timely.
The kid is pretty good.
Jiang Chen smiled and nodded to him, then got up and took Yao Yao's little hand.
"Let ’s call Sun Jiao together."
"Uh!" Yao Yao nodded, holding the familiar big hand, and a happy smile appeared on his face.
After putting on the gas mask with Yao Yao, Jiang Chen found Sun Jiao holding a sniper rifle around the corner of the stairs. Looking at her black face, Jiang Chen could not help but laugh out loud and handed the gas mask to her hand.
"It's really choking me." Sun Jiao rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and grabbed the 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.
"Miss Ben is happy. And I killed 51 throwers today, don't you think I should praise me?" Sun Jiao lifted his dusty hair and raised his chest.
"Waiting for you to lose a piece of meat, I will clean up you again."
Jiang Chen stared at her "viciously", although no one could see her expression through the mask. (To be continued.)