Chapter 71 Cleaning the battlefield

  Outpost North Gate.

  Standing on a wooden bench, a strong man with a hemp rope around his neck begged for mercy with snot and tears.

  His name is Badger.

   But at this moment, the poor one is like a worm.

   "Please, don't kill me, I'll tell you everything you want to know, and you'll let me go!"

  The players next to them couldn't bear it any longer, talking quietly.

   "Will it be too miserable?"

   "Yeah... this guy has surrendered, maybe he can become our companion."

   "It's a pity."

  However, Chu Guang's expression did not change because of the strong man's begging for mercy.

   There are no cells in the outpost to hold prisoners, and it is even more unrealistic to lock them in a shelter. And it is foreseeable that there will be no businessmen who are interested in slaves passing here throughout the winter. Keeping these three captives will only waste food and bring hidden dangers.

   As for intelligence?

   What I asked was almost the same as what I guessed.

  Chu Guangke never promised that he would spare their lives if they were honest.

  These looters are counted one by one, for the unconscionable things they have done, hanging is already the most merciful punishment for them.

   "Go to **** and repent."

   Seeing that there was no hope of survival, the expression on the strong man's face instantly distorted, and he cursed loudly.

"You scum! Liar! I won't let you go even if I go to hell! Just wait, the leader will avenge me, he will hang you on the street lamp, let you watch your compatriots be slaughtered evil-"

  Before he uttered more ugly words, Chu Guang, who was too lazy to listen to nonsense, kicked down the bench under the strong man's feet.

   Only a click sound was heard, and this man named "Badger" ended his sinful life on the gallows of justice in the outpost of the No. 404 shelter.

  The makers of the gallows [Ward's beriberi who heard it] and [Ya'er, I want to go to the toilet] watched from afar with their eyes straight.

  None of them thought that the gallows they made on a whim for the atmosphere would actually come in handy one day.

   Looking at the corpse hanging there, the faces of the two turned pale, but not too pale.

   After all, this is a game.

   It's just that the expression of the hanged man is too curious.

  Like a real dead person.

   “This game is always very realistic in weird details.”

   "Sin, sin, Amitabha."

  Standing not far away watching, Fujiteng felt a little emotional.

   "War."

  She is a casual player and doesn't really enjoy the fun of fighting. Of course, this is also related to her intelligence attributes and her short legs can't run fast.

   She was depressed just thinking about it.

  Is this reasonable?

   Not reasonable at all!

   "It's okay! My sister protects you!"

  Yaoya, who was standing beside her, giggled. He wanted to put his hand on her shoulder, but accidentally placed it on top of her head.

  Fujiteng's head was covered with black lines, and his fists were clenched.

   "I'll give you another punch."

  Yaoya quickly let go and explained in a panic.

   "Eh? No, I didn't mean to, I wanted to—"

   "Okay, okay, it's annoying to talk about it."

  The nearby players were chattering, discussing when the next wave of offensive would come, and how much higher the intensity of the attack would be than this time.

   Confirm that the man on the gallows is dead.

  Chu Guang looked at the two players closest to him, took out 5 copper coins from his pocket and threw them in their hands.

   "Take these three bodies to the morgue, strip them naked and throw them with the bodies of other looters."

   "After the generator is assembled, send it to the active substance extractor for refining."

   The two players recovered and nodded immediately.

   "Yes! Manager!"

  …

   Assembling the generator didn't take long.

Many of these players are masters with good hands-on skills. Even if they can't understand the words on the manual at all, relying on their understanding of the structure of the generator and a few pictures, they fumbled to install all the parts. .

  The whole set of power generation equipment is divided into two parts, one is a carburetor for firewood, and the other is a thermal generator driven by gas.

  The structure of the former is very simple, essentially an airtight column with a cover on the top.

   As the wood is fed in from the top, the wood is first further dried during the slow settling process, and finally cracked by the internal heat and partially combusted in the limited oxygen.

In this process, a large amount of heat will be generated, and a layer of hot charcoal will be formed at the level of the airtight column, which will react with the steam generated by pyrolysis and other combustible gases, and finally form a mixed combustible gas rich in hydrogen, methane and carbon monoxide .

   This is actually not a particularly clever technology. During World War II, the German army used similar firewood vaporization equipment to provide power for some tanks under the condition of lack of fuel.

  Generally speaking, 3~4 kg of firewood is equivalent to 1L of gasoline, and the specific consumption depends on the type, density and dryness of the firewood, so it cannot be generalized.

  However, it doesn’t matter how much it consumes. The most important thing in the outpost is firewood. Just arrange for someone to clean up the waste and stuff the wood in.

  Through this power generation equipment, it can stably provide a maximum of 10KW of power to the outpost. Even under full load, the firewood consumption per hour is less than 10 kg, which can be said to be very cost-effective.

  The generator started running successfully, and the nearby players let out a cheer.

   Their outpost finally has power!

  Many tasks that could not be carried out before can now be carried out under conditions.

   "I'll go dig some wires and come back!"

   "Can the wires from two hundred years ago still work?"

   "The insulating material should be usable, and it doesn't matter if it can't be used. At worst, it will be melted and redone. I will think of a way to see if I can make a transformer and a voltage stabilizer. When the time comes, we will directly use the electric furnace for steelmaking."

   "Big boss!"

  Listening to the conversation of the players, Chu Guang was also very happy.

  The active substance extractor with a thick layer of ash finally started to work, refining the corpses sent into the furnace into active substances.

  Ten corpses recovered about four units, which finally made up for the shortfall of active substances caused by a small player.

   "The battle is over? Did you win?" Seeing Chu Guang approaching, Xia Yan, who was waiting by the elevator, asked hastily.

  Chu Guang replied casually.

   "It's not me who didn't win."

  Xia Yan continued to question.

   "That group of people belong to the Bloody Hand clan?"

  Chu Guang glanced at her.

"you know?"

   "You don't need to know, they are the most famous ones in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City."

   Made a helpless expression, Xia Yan gave a warning.

"You'd better be careful, there may not be many people here this time, but they are not as weak as they seem on the surface. There was a businessman before, probably for revenge or something, hired a team of twenty from Boulder City Human mercenaries, guess what happened?"

   "I don't like guessing, just say it."

"Well... Anyway, only one escaped back in the end, and one arm was broken." Xia Yan took a deep breath and said, "The equipment of the mercenary team is still good, and the fighting quality is not bad. There are even two A retired professional soldier from the Boulder City militia. But fighting looters is a completely different thing from fighting aliens, especially in urban areas."

"They planted tin mines on the road, baited bombs, lured the eaters from the subway entrance to the shops along the street and locked them up, and even tamed the mutant hyenas... According to the person who came back alive, the battle was like a nightmare, They're dealing with a pack of predators who can shoot, get down, back up and sneak up."

  Whether it’s a DIY iron-barreled rifle or the most advanced assault rifle, it takes one shot to hit the nail on the head. Even if it misses the point, at most it will be another shot.

  The mercenaries in Boulder City are not a regular army, so it is impossible to use very good protective equipment. Most of them use wire keels and steel plates to protect their vitals. Only a few wealthy people can afford exoskeletons and full armor.

   "Maybe those mercenaries underestimated the enemy." Chu Guang said casually.

   "Maybe, people in Boulder City somewhat look down on the countryside."

   "Like you?"

  Xia Yan looked embarrassed, and hurriedly explained.

   "Well, of course not including me."

   Chu Guang smiled and didn't care.

  Although I have never been to Boulder City, it is not difficult to understand this sense of superiority just by looking at the longing eyes of the survivors on Beit Street when they mentioned it.

   After all, it is the only "city" in Qingquan City, and it is also the only "place of order" left in this area.

  The people living there, even if they are poor, are still superior to those outside.

   "Speaking of which, why do I feel that you are not very scared?"

"What's there to be afraid of? You can't even beat the creepers if you tore them apart with your hands? Plus you have so many people here." Xia Yan gave Chu Guang a strange look, as if she didn't understand why he asked such a question. Strange question, "Why are you so nervous? Listening to the gunshots, there were only about seven or eight people at most, and it was still in an open field."

   "..."

  Emmm…

   makes sense.

  Chu Guang didn't know how to refute for a while.

  …

   Late at night.

  In the northern suburbs of Qingquan City, an abandoned tire factory.

  Looking at the man crawling under the steps, the bear leaning on the chair said in a lazy voice.

   "How is the situation on Badger's side? Have all the trophies been brought back?"

  According to the tradition of the tribe, whoever wins the loot has the priority to enjoy it.

   After bringing it back, everyone can enjoy it together, regardless of you and me.

  Generally, if the survivor stronghold is captured, the raiding team that fights the autumn wind will usually stay there for a while, spend some time having some fun, such as throwing a party to play cat and mouse games, and search for some loot by the way.

  As the leader of the clan, Xiong is able to sympathize with his subordinates.

  But seeing that the sky is already dark, it is not possible that he has not returned yet.

   "...There is no news yet." The man crawling under the steps pressed his forehead to the ground, not daring to leave a millimeter.

   "No news yet?"

   Frowning like a centipede, a trace of displeasure appeared on the bear's face, and he said impatiently, "I remember they set off in the morning."

"Yes."

"too slow."

  Xiong stared at the man under the steps with a sullen face and said, "Send someone there, and if you meet them on the road, urge them to hurry up. If your people arrive and they haven't set off yet, you can come back and tell me."

"yes!"

  Looking at Yun who walked out of the tent, Xiong stroked the beard on his chin, feeling inexplicably agitated.

  The survivor stronghold of 30 people, why has it not come back after tossing for so long?

   Could it be an accident?

   But this possibility is very small.

   Shaking his head, Xiong decided not to think about it, and got up from his chair.

  Even if the opponent is a hard bone that cannot be chewed, with the vigilance of the badger, he will definitely be able to escape.

  There is only one possibility that there is no news for so long, and that is that they forgot the time during the game, or it took a while to find the loot.

  Xiong was no longer worried, and his mood relaxed a lot.

  Especially when he thought of the almost broken "toy" paralyzed in the room, and that rough and ugly face, he couldn't help but squeeze out a frightening smile.

  This winter should not be too boring.

  (end of this chapter)