Jiang Chen provided 10 sub-crystal fuel rods to the shelter. om
This type of fuel rod imitates the caliber nuclear fusion core in terms of specifications, except that the content is not 1 gram of tritium used in the nuclear fusion reaction, but 1000 points of sub-crystalline fragments. It can be regarded as an enlarged version of the fuel rod used in apocalyptic power armor. The output power is also similar to that of the nuclear fusion core, but the energy is only one-tenth of the nuclear fusion core.
These 10 sub-crystal fuel rods were probably enough to sustain the shelter's energy consumption for a month, and Jiang Chen led people to deliver them underground in person.
"I won't give you any hope of storing energy for the winter. Also, if your scientific research efficiency slows down, I will cut my supply to you."
While delivering these 10 sub-crystal fuel rods, Jiang Chen also handed over the research and development tasks to them.
Design a self-propelled artillery with light armor, high maneuverability and strong firepower as an improved version of the Hunter Tiger. Using a truck chassis to pull a cannon is indeed a bit rustic. Since he has the conditions to replace it with better armor, Jiang Chen will naturally not miss this opportunity.
"In the absence of order constraints, this is the most reasonable choice." Regarding Jiang Chen's threat, Han Junhua just nodded calmly.
"Don't you want to fight for more? More benefits." Jiang Chen smiled.
"No need." Han Junhua shook his head, "Crisis can keep people awake."
What's more, she knew very well that even if she asked for it, Jiang Chen would never give in on this point.
"Haha, a wise choice. But to be honest, this is the first time I have encountered such an interesting opponent." Jiang Chen smiled, turned around and boarded the elevator.
Han Junhua did not deny the word opponent. He looked at Jiang Chen and blinked calmly.
"Am I funny?"
"Of course, not everyone can get rid of the shackles of human nature and think purely rationally. I have to say, you are a talent. Are all my colonels at this level?" Jiang Chen sighed.
If that's the case, that would be terrible.
"Is this related to military rank?" Han Junhua asked.
Jiang Chen was stunned. Then he smiled and said: "Of course it has nothing to do with it. In other places, I have also seen some colonels, majors and other officers. Their minds are not all bright. Some people are obsessed with technology, and some are arrogant and conceited. I'm just curious."
"Where?" Han Junhua asked another question.
"In my back garden." Jiang Chen laughed and said something that could easily be misunderstood.
"You must not worry about survival in your back garden." Han Junhua said. She automatically translated the back garden into a fish bone base, and those colonels were just titles he granted at will.
"You are right to say that. Although there are hidden worries, it is not very serious." Jiang Chen nodded, but he was talking about things in another world.
He has not experienced the irreconcilable economic crisis caused by the energy crisis in 2150, and he is not a sociologist. It is unimaginable what kind of situation will develop between countries under extreme opposition.
"That's really enviable." Han Junhua said expressionlessly.
"Can I ask you another question?"
"Ask." Han Junhua said briefly.
"What exactly prompted you to go against me? The dignity of a soldier? Or loyalty? But if there was no humanity, would there still be these boring things? What's more, PA no longer exists." Jiang Chen smiled.
Han Junhua did not answer directly.
"Do you understand the word responsibility?"
"I see, then I understand."
Jiang Chen smiled and turned around and walked into the elevator without saying goodbye.
Looking at the rising direction of the elevator, Han Junhua frowned slightly.
Returning to the surface, Jiang Chen handed over the defense work of the base to Cheng Weiguo's adjutant Wang Zhaowu and told him to always pay attention to the situation of the underground shelter. They also contacted the embassy staff every other day to ensure the safety of Xu Lu and her staff stationed in the Zi 027 shelter.
Hearing Jiang Chen's instructions. Wang Zhaowu was puzzled at first, because for now, the garrison at the base and the blueskins at Camp 27 were getting along quite well. However, Jiang Chen did not explain the inside story to him. He just told me one sentence repeatedly.
"If the elevator malfunctions, or something else unusual prevents contact between the surface and the underground, just contact me directly."
"Yes, Marshal!" Although he was still confused, Wang Zhaowu didn't say much.
Jiang Chen nodded, very satisfied with his work attitude.
"Please pay attention to this matter yourself, and don't let anyone else know."
After saying the last words, Jiang Chen turned around and left the headquarters of the camp garrison and walked towards the central open space.
Work on the wall is already a quarter complete. The main work is expected to be completed in one week. The soldiers at the Fish Bone Base have surveyed all the terrain in Songjiang these days and have not found any overly powerful group of predators.
Although there are three whose strength is equivalent to that of the Gray Gu mercenary group that was wiped out. The nature of the armed group is not yet clear, but with the current strength of the Fish Bone Base. No need to worry about those little shrimps anymore. In order to reduce variables, Jiang Chen had already told Wang Zhaowu not to pay attention to them before the wall construction was completed.
After greeting the soldiers who were already lined up in the center of the camp, Jiang Chen and Cheng Weiguo walked towards the entrance of the camp.
"Lao Cheng, how about we make a bet?"
After getting in the car and looking at the gate of Camp No. 27, Jiang Chen suddenly smiled.
"Haha, boss, you are joking. Apart from a few packs of cigarettes, I have nothing to bet with you on." Cheng Weiguo said with a smile.
As for food, everyone knows that Jiang Chen has no shortage of food.
Hearing what his subordinates said, Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment and then started laughing.
"Ahem, speaking of this, I have been thinking about an issue recently."
Hearing that the leader was discussing matters with him, Cheng Weiguo immediately put away his cheerful expression and became serious.
"Don't be so serious, I'm just referring to your opinion." Jiang Chen waved his hand, took out two cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to Cheng Weiguo, and lit one for himself, "What do you think about the Fish Bone Base?" How are the living conditions of the survivors?”
He's been thinking about it lately. The fish bone base has developed so much. Should the market economy be opened up? For example, pay everyone a salary, and then use the salary to buy food at the base.
But Cheng Weiguo didn't think that much. I just felt that my boss was so considerate of his subordinates, so I was moved and said quickly.
"Everyone is well fed and clothed. Everyone is living a good life."
Jiang Chen smiled when he heard this, and realized that given his position, anyone who asked him would probably get the same answer, so he stopped talking.
"Speaking of which, boss, I wonder what the bet you are going to make with me is?" Cheng Weiguo asked.
Hearing this, Jiang Chen smiled and put the cigarette butt out of the window. He shook the ashes at the gate of Camp 27.
"If not a single shot is fired within a month, this shelter will be mine."
Finally sending away the "God of Plague" and returning to the shelter, Han Junhua secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that the way he looked at her was abnormal.
It's weird, not like hostility.
Is it more like a mockery
Shaking his head, Han Junhua walked through the arch and walked towards her office.
Not surprisingly. A middle-aged man with an unhappy face stood at the door.
"Now that we have obtained energy, why not restore normal supplies immediately?"
"Material supply will gradually recover, but the supply will be tilted towards scientific researchers." Han Junhua said lightly.
"Why?" Wu Yaguo asked.
"Because we are working for others." Han Junhua did not stop. Bypassing Wu Yaguo, he opened the office door.
When shelters are closed, everyone's job is easy, and most people don't even have to work at all. The production facilities are highly automated and only need to supply energy to obtain water and food. There is no interspecies competition in a closed social environment, and lazy work habits have become deeply ingrained over the past 20 years. Although many people are high-tech talents, lazy people are still knowledgeable. It is also difficult to achieve due scientific research efficiency.
Now the energy stored in the shelter has been consumed and the door has been opened. The energy in the fish bone base is not provided free of charge. Maintaining the original egalitarianism will only make all
"Who created all this!" Han Junhua's indifferent attitude made Wu Yaguo very angry. He reached out angrily and tried to grab her shoulders.
However, before the hand touched her shoulder, he felt pain in his leg, his vision was reversed, and he fell heavily to the ground.
A gun was pressed against his head, and Han Junhua lightly shook off the hand squeezing his arm.
"From now on, the Shelter Council will be dissolved. I will use the highest authority of the director to take back all the authority granted to the resident representatives by the former director."
"Okay, Ms. Han Junhua."
The sound of electricity came from the broadcast overhead, and the main control terminal of Shelter 027 had recognized her decision.
"You, you can't do this." Wu Yaguo's face turned pale.
"But I can." Withdrawing the pistol, Han Junhua walked into the office and closed the door.
The energy crisis has been resolved and residents' mood has returned to stability. It's time to clean up the mess.
After entering, Han Junhua saw Academician Qin standing in front of his desk.
"What's the matter?" she asked briefly, sitting back on her desk.
"Well, did I hear that you sent Director Zhang's daughter to serve as the envoy to the Fish Bone Base?" Academician Qin hesitated for a moment and said slowly.
Zhang Yuzhu seems to be a baby with this name, who was taken in by Zhang Qiming, the former director of the shelter.
"Well, she has a good character and is very cheerful. Since she was born in a shelter, she has no unrealistic ideas, so she is very suitable for this job." It is enough to make mistakes only once, and treat Shi Yongtian as the advance team Sending negotiators to the ground was a mistake in itself.
People who have experienced the prosperity before the war will inevitably develop a superior mentality when they see the survivors struggling in the ruins. But people born in shelters are different. They really yearn for everything on the surface, and they don't care if there are ruins somewhere.
If we can gain friendship with the Fish Bone Base and peacefully merge into the Fish Bone Base in the future, Refuge 027 can also have a certain status in it. This is the best outcome Han Junhua can imagine.
Seeing that Academician Qin had not left yet, Han Junhua stopped what he was doing, raised his head and asked.
"Anything else?"
"Well, there is a letter from my old friend who asked me to deliver it to you." Academician Qin handed over the wrinkled envelope.
After glancing at the signature, Han Junhua took the envelope.
"Why are you giving it to me now?" she asked casually while opening the letter.
“Because I think it would be more appropriate now”
First, I repent for my actions.
But I won't regret it.
I cannot lead the residents of the sanctuary to the end. Under my leadership, they will only perish.
Perhaps after ordering the execution of all intruders, I should execute the baby.
But I can't.
I'm a coward.
I choose death, I should have died long ago.
Human nature is just a burden to survival.
I remember you told me that.
If my death can awaken a strong enough leader in advance, maybe it's not too late.
Zhang Qiming's letter to my colleagues.
The fingers holding the letter trembled. Han Junhua took a deep breath and hid the sadness behind the mask.
That's the sadness of the mission. (.)