The corpses under the wall had been piled two to three meters high. Seeing that the time was almost up, the survivors climbed onto the wall holding the fuel cans and began to pour fuel under the wall. After a few cans of fuel went down, the survivors threw torches under the wall.
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 use high-capacity batteries instead of fossil fuels. It is precisely because of this that there are no gas stations in the entire Wanghai City, and there are charging stations instead.
Controllable nuclear fusion has made electricity prices extremely cheap in the 22nd century. A steady stream of electrical energy is produced from the nuclear fusion power station on the moon, and then transmitted from the moon to relay satellites and then to the surface through wireless transmission. . Fossil fuels have naturally been eliminated from people's daily lives.
Thanks to this, only 10 minutes after the war broke out, the world ushered in a large-scale power outage. The few above-ground nuclear power plants and geothermal wells that are located are only enough to maintain military production. Nuclear fusion batteries stored in many civilian facilities have also been confiscated and sent to the front lines as fuel for power armor and tanks.
To make matters worse, in the nuclear winter years after the war, the survivors, who could not find fuel at all, almost collapsed. Without electricity, induction cookers and electric hot pots became a pile of scrap metal. Fortunately, the United World Organization still played a role. Before retreating, it at least left the survivors with relevant technologies used by Yajing, a large number of weapons that were not consumed in the war, and weapons production equipment that could still be used. The survivors who have to face mutated creatures and cold winter at the same time will not be unable to survive.
Although these weapons indirectly led to the birth of many raider teams, they still helped the survivors in the wasteland get through the most difficult days. Even though most of the survivors were angry and disappointed with the World Federation's seed ship plan, it was undeniable that they did some good.
Fire shot into the sky.
Thick smoke rising from four directions successively surrounded the fish bone base. The soldiers put on gas masks. The survivors covered their mouths and noses and fled down the wall.
The fuel itself produces very little smoke when burned, but the opposite is true for the zombies that are burned together. The thick smoke surrounding the base was comparable to chemical weapons, and it seriously affected the vision of the soldiers on the fence.
at the same time. Producing these fuels is not easy either, except for the consumption of Kamu resin as a raw material. It also consumes 1.3 times more electrical energy than combustion heat. Just like that, more than 20 barrels of fuel were poured out, using up 15 tons of Kamu resin and 50,000 sub-crystals.
War is a waste of money. At this moment, Jiang Chen deeply realized this.
Because of the obstruction effect of smoke, zombies cannot rush over for a while. In addition to retaining the instinct of biological foraging, zombies also retain the fear of fire. Although they are unlikely to escape, zombies will not take the initiative to approach when faced with unbearable flames.
After the drone confirmed that the zombie attack had stopped, the soldiers on the wall finally got a chance to breathe. The soldiers with sore shoulders sat on the ground against the wall. Volunteers composed of workers and women who were not involved in the fighting climbed onto the wall and delivered nutritional mixture, drinking water and towels to those who protected them.
The fire will probably last for more than two hours.
When the fire stops and the wind blows, the one-story-high corpses will turn into ashes and scatter in the wind.
"The really difficult part is at night. Zombies attack day and night." Looking out of the thick smoke, Wang Zhaowu frowned.
"Can the soldiers bear it?" Jiang Chen asked casually.
"It is divided into five shifts, and 400 people go to sleep every two hours. The machine guns and bullet production lines cannot be stopped, and they have to be carried if they can't be carried. There is not much fuel in the base, so this is the only way."
The sentry tower, which serves as a command tower, has a built-in air filtration device, although smoke billows outside the glass. But the air in the room is still normal.
"Can I use gasoline?" Jiang Chen suddenly asked.
"Gasoline?" Wang Zhaowu was stunned for a moment, then said with a wry smile, "Yes, yes. But where can I find that stuff? Before the war, Wanghai City was an economic center, not an industrial base. Even if there were factories in Wanghai City that needed to use gasoline, I'm afraid It has also been looted by survivors looking for fuel."
Although fossil fuels have been largely phased out, gasoline for industrial purposes still exists. After all, in addition to being able to burn, gasoline is also an excellent organic solvent and a raw material for the production of some rubber and plastic products.
Wang Zhaowu subconsciously thought that Jiang Chen had the idea of industrial gasoline. After all, he didn't know Jiang Chen's secret.
With a smile on his lips, Jiang Chen touched his chin and said. "Don't worry about this, I'll find a way to get some."
"It would be best if possible." Wang Zhaowu said helplessly.
at this time. There was a weak knock at the door.
"Please come in."
The door opened, and a figure who appeared at the door made Jiang Chen very surprised.
I saw a big gas mask on the little girl's face. He shyly walked into the command room. Jiang Chen noticed that the white cotton skirt was stained with dirty soot. She held a delicate lunch box tightly in her arms.
"Yao Yao? Why are you here?" Jiang Chen walked over and asked unexpectedly.
"I, I'm worried that you're hungry." Said timidly, Yao Yao took off his gas mask, smiled shyly at Jiang Chen, and then took out the lunch box in his arms, "Hey, hehe, so I I cooked the meal and delivered it.”
When Wang Zhaowu saw this, he turned around and faced the wall very wisely.
However, I secretly muttered in my heart: Fortunately, my daughter is only one year old. .
I don't know what Jiang Chen would think if he heard his thoughts.
"Have you eaten yet?" Jiang Chen squatted down and rubbed Yao Yao's head lovingly.
"Not yet." Yao Yao scratched his cheek sheepishly and whispered.
"Then let's go back and eat together." Jiang Chen said with a smile.
"But, is it okay here?" Yao Yao glanced at the thick smoke outside with some worry.
"Marshal, don't worry, it's enough as long as I'm here." Wang Zhaowu turned around at the right time and said at the right time.
He's a good guy, he's on the right track.
Jiang Chen smiled and nodded to him, then stood up and took Yao Yao's little hand.
"Let's go, call Sun Jiao up."
"Yeah!" Yao Yao nodded, holding the familiar big hand, with a happy smile on his face.
After putting on the gas masks with Yao Yao, Jiang Chen found Sun Jiao holding a sniper rifle at the corner of the stairs. Seeing her dark face, Jiang Chen held back his laughter and handed the gas mask to her hand.
"It really choked me to death." Sun Jiao rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, grabbed the gas mask and put it on her face.
"I told you to stay at home well, but you have to run out." Jiang Chen couldn't help scolding her.
"My lady is happy. And I killed 51 Throwers today. Don't you think I should be praised?" Sun Jiao lifted her dusty hair and puffed up her chest.
"When you lose a piece of meat, I will deal with you."
Jiang Chen glared at her "viciously", although no one could see anyone's expression clearly through the mask. (.)