Chapter two hundred and eighty second corpse tide continued
However, the ammunition of mortars is not unlimited, and the reserve of Ming Dynasty Survivor Base is only 2,000 rounds. Only when the zombies not only form a large number, but also form a high density, the bombing efficiency of the mortar will be the highest. So until
So far, Wuyuan has not used mortar positions.
"Then use it now. At 6.6 kilometers, a spitter appears." Zhu Tian said solemnly, putting the telescope on his chest.
Wu Yuan was startled and quickly picked up the telescope and looked over.
I had been having a headache just now about what was happening right now, and I actually forgot to pay attention to the distance.
Putting his hand on the headset, Wu Yuan immediately ordered.
The final sound of artillery being ejected was immediately heard from the square in the center of the base. 10 Screamer mortars formed a formation and were operated by 10 gunners. The artillery shells were sent high into the sky through electromagnetic ejection, with a maximum range of 12 kilometers.
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On average, 20 rounds can be fired per minute. In this one-minute bombardment alone, 200 rounds of artillery shells were used.
In the field of vision, the dozens of spitters were instantly covered by barrages falling from the sky.
The billowing thick smoke rushed up to tens of meters high. It took a full minute before new zombies passed through the thick smoke. And those who breathed had obviously been blown to pieces.
"How many artillery shells can the military factory produce every day?" Looking at the black smoke in the distance, Zhu Tian asked Wang Zhaowu beside him.
"If there is sufficient supply of materials, the maximum production capacity is 200 rounds." Wu Yuan replied.
200 rounds? This day's output is not enough for one minute of shelling.
Zhu Tian touched his chin and began to think deeply.
He is now considering whether to get something from the present world.
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 dump fuel under the wall. After several cans of fuel were dropped, the survivors threw them down again.
Got the torch.
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 for this reason that the entire
There are no gas stations in Jinling City, instead there are charging stations.
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, within 10 minutes of the outbreak of the war, the world experienced a massive power outage. The few above-ground nuclear power plants and geothermal wells were only enough to maintain military production, and the nuclear fusion batteries stored in many civilian facilities were also confiscated.
, was sent to the front line as fuel for power armor and tanks.
To make matters worse, in the nuclear winter after the war, the survivors who could not find fuel at all almost collapsed. Without electricity, the induction cooker and electric hot pot were completely turned into a pile of scrap metal. Fortunately, the World Federation still started
Before retreating, at least the relevant technologies for the use of energy crystals, a large number of weapons that were not consumed in the war, and weapon production equipment that could still be used were left behind for the survivors. This made them have to face mutant creatures at the same time.
And the survivors of the cold winter will not be unable to survive.
Although these weapons indirectly led to the birth of many predator teams, they still helped the survivors in the wasteland get through the most difficult days. Even if most survivors were angry about the United World Organization's seeding ship plan
and disappointed. But it is undeniable that they did some good things.
fire
Light soared into the sky.
Thick smoke rising from four directions surrounded the Ming Dynasty survivor base. The soldiers put on gas masks one after another, while the survivors covered their mouths and noses and fled down the wall.
The burning smoke rate of the fuel itself is very small, but the opposite is true for the zombies burned together. The thick smoke surrounding the base is comparable to chemical weapons, and it seriously affects the vision of the soldiers on the wall.
At the same time, it is not easy to produce these fuels. In addition to consuming dam resin as raw material, it also consumes more than 1.3 times the burning heat of electricity. Just pouring more than 20 barrels of fuel, using up 15 tons of dam resin
With 50,000 energy crystals.
War is a waste of money, and Zhu Tian deeply realized this at this moment.
Because of the obstruction effect of smoke, zombies cannot rush over for a while. In addition to retaining the instinct of creatures to find food, zombies also retain the fear of fire. Although they will not run away, they will not be able to withstand the flames when faced with it.
, zombies will not take the initiative to get close to you.
After the drone confirmed that the zombie offensive 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, and volunteers composed of workers and women who had not participated in the battle boarded the
We climbed up the wall and delivered nutritional supplements, drinking water and towels to those who were protecting them.
The fire will probably last for more than two hours.
When the fire stops and the wind blows, the corpses one story high 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, Wu Yuan frowned.
"Can the soldiers bear it?" Zhu Tian 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."
This sentry tower, which serves as a command tower, has a built-in air filtration device. Although there is thick smoke billowing outside the glass, the air inside is still normal.
"Can I use gasoline?" Zhu Tian suddenly asked.
"Gasoline?" Wu Yuan was stunned for a moment, then said with a wry smile: "Yes, yes. But where can I find that stuff? Before the war, Jinling City was an economic center, not an industrial base. Even if there are factories in Jinling City that need to use gasoline, I'm afraid.
It has also been looted by survivors looking for fuel."
Although fossil fuels have been basically eliminated, gasoline for industrial purposes still exists. After all, in addition to being able to be burned, gasoline is also an excellent organic solvent and a raw material for the production of some rubber and plastic products.
Wu Yuan subconsciously thought that Zhu Tian had the idea of industrial gasoline. After all, he did not know Zhu Tian's secret.
With a smile on his lips, Zhu Tian touched his chin and said, "Don't worry about this, I will find a way to get some."
"It would be best if possible." Wu Yuan said helplessly.
At this moment, there was a weak knock on the door.
"Please come in."
The door opened, and what appeared at the door was a figure that surprised Zhu Tian.
The little girl was seen walking into the command room shyly with a big gas mask on her face. Her white cotton skirt was stained with dirty cigarette ash. Zhu Tian noticed that her arms were tight
Holding an exquisite lunch box on the ground.
"Xinyan? Why are you here?" Zhu Tian walked over and asked unexpectedly.
"I, I'm worried that you are hungry." Said timidly, the little lolita Li Xinyan took off her gas mask, smiled shyly at Zhu Tiandi, and then took out the lunch box in her arms: "Hey, hey, so
I made the meal and delivered it."
When Wu Yuan saw this, he was very
He wisely turned around and faced the wall.
However, I secretly muttered in my heart: Fortunately, my daughter is only one year old...
I don't know what Zhu Tian would think if he heard his voice.
"Have you eaten?" Zhu Tian squatted down and rubbed Li Xinyan's head lovingly.
"Not yet." Xiao Xinyan scratched her cheek sheepishly and whispered.
"Then let's go back and eat together." Zhu Tian said with a smile.
"But, is it okay here?" Li Xinyan glanced at the thick smoke outside with some worry.
"Don't worry, Marshal, it's enough as long as I'm here." Wu Yuan turned around at the right time and spoke at the right time.
He's a good guy, he's very good.
Zhu Tian smiled and nodded to him, then stood up and took Li Xinyan's little hand.
"Let's go and call your sister along."
"Yes!" Li Xinyan nodded, holding the familiar big hand, with a happy smile on her face.
After putting on the gas mask with Li Xinyan, Zhu Tian found Li Xinran holding a sniper rifle at the corner of the stairs. Looking at her dark face, Zhu Tian held back his laughter and handed the gas mask to her hand.
superior.
"It really choked me to death." Li Xinran rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, grabbed the gas mask and put it on his face.
"I told you to stay at home well, but you had to run out." Zhu Tian couldn't help scolding her.
"My lady is happy. And I killed 51 slingers today. Don't you think you should praise me?" Li Xinran lifted her dusty hair and puffed up her chest and said.
"When you lose a piece of meat, I will deal with you."
Zhu Tian glared at her "viciously", although no one could see anyone's expression clearly through the mask.
As soon as she got home, Li Xinran ran into the bathroom without taking off her mask. Although she didn't care much about her image when she was on the front line, she has evolved into a civilized person and still loves to be clean in life.
After all, no one wants to expose their ugly appearance in front of the person they like, although Zhu Tian thinks Li Xinran is quite cute with a gray face.
What do you say? Maybe this is what is called contrasting cuteness?
After dinner, Li Xinran went out with a sniper rifle on his back. Zhu Tian sat on the sofa and rested for a while, then got up and prepared to go to the backyard. Since there was a shortage of fuel in the apocalypse, he planned to go back to the present world to get some gasoline.
Speaking of gasoline, when he saw those corpses just now, he suddenly had an idea, what would happen if the weapons from this world were moved to the end of the world?
He has always had a preconception that the weapons in this world are inferior to the weapons in the apocalypse in terms of penetration and stability. And because there is no shortage of arms in the apocalypse, he has never considered using the weapons in the apocalypse.
Bring the weapons from the side.
If you think about it carefully, being behind does not mean that the weapons in this world are useless. At least when facing flesh and blood zombies, there is no difference between the Ripper rifle and the AK47. Anyway, you will die with a headshot.
, at most it is a matter of recoil and accuracy. If we are not facing zombies with a higher degree of mutation, or alien species with stronger defenses, modern weapons can still play a role in the end of the world.
The iron pipe pistols and rifles made by many survivors are not necessarily more powerful than today's rifles.
Of course, this does not mean that Zhu Tian plans to bring back a bunch of light weapons from the present world. The reserves of ammunition and rifles in the Ming Dynasty survivor base are very sufficient, and the ammunition production line is also in continuous operation. You need to think carefully about what to bring.
, in short, let’s solve the gasoline problem first at this stage.