Chapter 74 Jingyuan and the Feast of Fire

There are five steel bars in total. The arrows of each steel bar are strung with six oil-absorbing sponges, soaked in oil barrels and marinated. In order to increase balance, some feathers are stained on the back of these five steel bars.

It's chicken feathers, pulled off a feather duster.

It was already dark. Jingyuan waited for an hour, but no flock of weaver birds returned to the nest.

It was time to take action. He pulled the string with all his strength and put the steel bars on the leaf spring heavy crossbow.

The crosshair has already been aligned and no further adjustment is needed.

Pull the trigger and release the arrow!

The agricultural tricycle swayed under the huge force of the earthquake, and the steel bars drew a graceful arc in the air and pierced the trunk of the crooked-necked tree.

The tree trunk shook and some dusty leaves fell.

The flock of weaver birds was alarmed, and he could feel the flapping of wings coming from far away.

He did not rush to shoot the second round of sponge steel bars because he was slightly worried that the birds would find him 400 meters away.

In fact, the weaver bird was not aware of him as the instigator. Only a small number of birds came out of the nest, flew around the steel bars inserted in the tree trunks, and pecked at the steel bars.

They don't know what it is, and even if they attack the steel bars, the steel bars will show no response.

After a fruitless attack, these stupid birds quickly calmed down and flew back to their nests.

When Jingyuan discovered that these mutant weavers didn't take steel bars seriously at all, the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

In fact, he understood very early on that these mutated sparrows would never be able to understand what steel bars are, what gasoline is, and what sponges and crossbows are.

This is the crushing of technology, high technology violently defeats primitive creatures.

Tools and weapons can allow a person to exert power countless times greater than himself.

It is precisely because humans have learned to use tools and constantly delved into new technologies that they have been able to occupy resources on land and even fly into space to explore the universe!

He understood that he had already won, and he only needed to complete the process before he could eliminate the flock of sparrows and ensure his own personal safety.

Then he pulled the string and shot an arrow, and three steel bars inserted with sponges were shot out one after another. The four steel bars were pierced evenly on the tree trunk from bottom to top.

The sponges torn off from the mops were dripping with oil, and the pungent gasoline flowed along the steel bars, adhering to the rough bark and to the mutated weavers pecking at the steel bars and sponges.

Many weaver sparrows lost their ability to fly because their wings were stained with gasoline and fell to the roots of trees.

They were struggling and didn't understand why they couldn't fly. Their kind didn't care about their life or death at all. After launching a series of attacks on the steel bars, they may have thought that they had killed these long outsiders.

It flew back to the nest to rest.

The surroundings calmed down again, and Jingyuan inserted the last sponge steel rod into the tensioned leaf spring heavy crossbow.

He lit a match and threw it at the grease-soaked sponges

--boom!

The flame ignited instantly and dispelled the darkness.

Tongues of fire danced in his pupils. He pulled out the crossbow, and the string made of snake tendons rebounded with great force, shooting out the final flaming arrow.

A red beam of light drew a beautiful parabola in the night sky. The tail flame was as long as a fiery meteor streaking across the sky. The gasoline was burning and dripping down. It was as beautiful as the art of flames.

When the meteor fell, the steaming gasoline vapor exploded into a flame beam more than ten meters high.

If gasoline evaporates when exposed to the air, it only needs 50 or 60 degrees to reach its flash point!

It is at this moment that it blooms like gorgeous fireworks!

The crooked neck tree was ignited, and the pear blossoms bloomed like fire trees. Those haystack-like tumors hanging on the branches seemed to be excellent flammable materials. In just a few seconds, the tree turned into a huge

torch.

The flock of weaver birds went completely crazy. They were burned by the fire and looked for a way out in the intricate nest. But where was the way out? There was fire everywhere.

——Hot, scorching, blazing fire! A fire that will burn everything!

They couldn't understand where the fire came from, and they didn't even notice where the enemy was until they were burned to death.

Jingyuan stood on the cargo box of the agricultural tricycle and watched the grand fireworks come to an end.

The flocks of weaver birds that broke free from the sea of ​​fire flew outward like the flames of fireworks, but they would soon slip down because their wings were on fire. After waving a few times, they would fall heavily to the ground.

Looking at this scene from a distance, it looks like a large fairy wand firework shooting sparks outward.

It's beautiful. Weaver Bird sacrificed his life to present this unique performance.

It's a pity that the only one who appreciates it is Jingyuan. He is the organizer of the performance and the only audience.

There were no cheers or exclamations. He sat on the cargo box and silently watched the death of the oriole.

But just watching it was a bit too monotonous, so he took out the radio, switched to a piece of soothing pure piano music, and pressed the play button.

The sound is as light as rippling ocean waves, but with electronic noise, like an old-fashioned record player from the last century.

He thought he would always remember this beautiful moment accompanied by countless deaths. He took out his notebook and tried to draw this picture.

Everything was finally settled, and the sparks floated into the night sky on the heated updrafts, carrying burning debris with them, and gray-red embers falling like snowflakes.

The fire ignited the weeds around the crooked neck tree, and the entire field was on fire. It looked like it would not stop for a while.

But he was in no hurry to leave. He had already spent so much effort and was not in a hurry to wait a little longer.

He had been waiting for the monster cluster icon on the map to disappear, and finally, after three long hours, the Weaver Group was wiped out by him.

The cluster turned into an exclamation mark, which meant that there were still uncollected trophies. Is there anything else he could use?

He didn't know what it would be, but the fire showed no sign of going out and was still burning.

If a big old tree like this burns, it may not go out for several days. Depending on its conditions, it is almost impossible to put out the fire. We can only look at it again after a while.

In short, he finally solved a major worry and can continue his happy infrastructure work.

He drove off in an agricultural three-wheeler, so he no longer had to worry about the situation on the road.

It was already late at night when he returned to the house. He was not in a hurry to sleep. He spent an hour writing down the complete record of his fourth and fifth contact with Xiao Yun'er. At the same time, he wrote down the mutant python and deformed goldfish-eyed monster on the infected body illustration.

The formats for the organisms such as the Fungus Tree and the Mutated Weaver Bird are ready, and the content is not rushed to be filled in.

He ate some more white rice, but was surprised to find that the rice did little to relieve his hunger.

That desire for bloodshed and killing keeps emerging from the bottom of my heart.

But this kind of thing has never happened in the past ten days or so. Logically speaking, there is no problem for him to eat human food.

The only difference between his diet in the past few days and the previous ten days or so is that he has been eating rice for the past two or three days.

Is it because of the meat? He was eating canned food every day, so he was getting protein and meat?

After he thought about this, he immediately opened a can of canned meat and ate it.

It worked, and my hunger was reduced a lot.

He seemed to have to constantly replenish meat and protein, but his meat reserves were running low, leaving only a few dozen cans and a package of vacuum-packed sausages and bacon.

If he wants to survive this winter safely, it seems that rice alone is not enough. He must also find enough meat reserves. If there is no meat supplement for a long time, his consciousness will probably be eaten by mold, and even his memory and self may not be able to survive.

Keep it.

(PS: The two chapters were released together today. Sanjiang PK seems to be hopeless and should be released next Friday or the 1st)
Chapter completed!