The corpses under the wall had been piled up two or three meters high, and seeing that the time was almost up, the survivors climbed the wall with fuel canisters and began to pour fuel under the wall. A few cans of fuel went down, and the survivors threw torches under the wall.

These fuels are not gasoline, but an organic synthetic fuel that resembles an alcohol mixture. It is important to mention 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 instead there are charging stations.

Controlled fusion has made electricity extremely cheap in the 22nd century, with a steady stream of electricity being produced from fusion power stations on the moon and then wirelessly transmitted from the moon to relay satellites and then to the surface. Fossil fuels are naturally eliminated from people's daily lives.

Thanks to this, only 10 minutes after the outbreak of the war, the world ushered in a massive power outage. A small number of ground-based nuclear power plants and geothermal wells are only enough to maintain military production, and the nuclear fusion batteries in many civilian facilities have also been charged and sent to the front line as fuel for power armor and tanks.

To make matters worse, in the years after the war, the survivors, who simply could not find fuel, almost collapsed. Without electricity, the induction cooker and electric cooker were completely turned into a pile of scrap metal. Fortunately, the World Coalition still played a role, and at least left the survivors with the relevant technology used by the subcrystal, a large number of weapons that were not consumed in the war, and the weapons production equipment that could still be used before retreating, so that the survivors who had to face mutated creatures and the cold winter at the same time would not be unable to survive.

While these weapons indirectly led to the creation of many raider teams, they ultimately helped the survivors of the wasteland through the most difficult days. Even most of the survivors were angry and disappointed by the World Coalition's seeding boat program. But it is undeniable that they still did something good.

The flames rose into the sky.

Smoke rising from all four directions. Surround the fish bone base. The soldiers put on gas masks, while the survivors fled the fence with their mouths and noses covered.

The combustion smoke rate of the fuel itself is very small. But the zombies that were burned together were the opposite. The smoke surrounding the base was comparable to a chemical weapon, and it seriously affected the view of the soldiers on the wall.

At the same time, the production of these fuels is not easy, requiring not only the consumption of kamu resin as a raw material, but also the heat of combustion1. 3 times more electrical energy. In this way, more than 20 barrels of fuel were poured down, and 15 tons of kamu resin and 50,000 subcrystals were used.

War is burning money, and Jiang Chen deeply realized this at this moment.

Because of the obstructive effect of the smoke, the zombies can't rush for a while. In addition to retaining the instinct of creatures to forage, zombies also retain their fear of fire. Although not to run away. But in the face of unbearable flames, zombies will not take the initiative to lean over.

After the drone confirms that the zombie attack has stopped, the soldiers on the wall finally get a little respite. Soldiers with sore shoulders sat on the ground against the wall, and volunteers made up of workers and women who had not participated in the fighting climbed the wall to deliver nutrients, water and towels to those who guarded them.

The fire lasted more than two hours.

When the fire stops and the wind blows, the corpses of the floor-high will be reduced to ashes and scattered with the wind.

"It's really hard at night, and the zombies attack day and night. Looking out of the smoke, Wang Zhaowu frowned.

"Can the soldiers bear it?" Jiang Chen asked casually.

"There are five shifts. Every two hours, 400 people go to bed. The machine gun and bullet production lines cannot be stopped, and they must be carried if they cannot be carried. There isn't much fuel in the base, so that's all. ”

The watchtower, which acts as a control tower, has built-in air filtration, although smoke billows from outside the glass. But the air in the room is quite normal.

"Is it okay to use gasoline?" Jiang Chen suddenly asked.

"Gasoline?" Wang Zhaowu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly, "It can be." Before the war, Wanghai City was an economic center, not an industrial base. Even though there are factories in Wanghai that need to use gasoline. I'm afraid it has long been looted by survivors looking for fuel. ”

Although fossil fuels have been largely phased out, gasoline for industrial use still exists. After all, in addition to being able to burn. Gasoline is also an excellent organic solvent, as well as 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 the secret of Jiang Chen.

The corners of his mouth hooked up with a smile, Jiang Chen touched his chin and said. "You don't have to worry about this, I'll find a way to get some. ”

"Best if you can. Wang Zhaowu said helplessly.

At that moment, there was a faint knock at the door.

"Please come in. ”

The door opened, and what appeared at the door was a figure that surprised Jiang Chen very much.

I saw that the little girl wore a big gas mask on her face and walked into the command room shyly. The white cotton skirt was stained with dirty soot, and Jiang Chen noticed that she was holding a delicate lunch box tightly in her arms.

"Yao Yao, why did you come here?" Jiang Chen walked over and asked unexpectedly.

"I, I'm afraid you're hungry. As he said timidly, Yao Yao took off his gas mask, smiled shyly at Jiang Chen, and then took out the lunch box in his arms, "Hehehe, so I made the meal and sent it over." ”

Seeing this, Wang Zhaowu turned around and faced the wall very interestingly.

However, I secretly muttered in my heart: Fortunately, my daughter is only one year old......

I don't know how Jiang Chen would feel if he heard his heart.

"Have you eaten?" Jiang Chen half-squatted down and rubbed Yao Yao's head dotingly.

"Not yet. Yao Yao scratched his cheek embarrassedly and whispered.

"Then let's go back and eat together. Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"But, is it okay here?" Yao Yao looked at the smoke outside with some concern.

"Don't worry, marshal, I'm here. Wang Zhaowu turned around at the right time and spoke very at the right time.

The kid is good, quite good.

Jiang Chen nodded to him with a smile, then got up and took Yao Yao's little hand.

"Let's go, call Sun Jiao together. ”

"Hmm!" Yao Yao nodded, holding the familiar big hand, with a happy smile on his face.

After putting on the gas mask with Yao Yao, Jiang Chen found Sun Jiao holding a sniper rifle at the corner of the stairs. Looking at her dark face, Jiang Chen couldn't help but laugh out loud, and handed the gas mask to her hand.

"It really choked me. Sun Jiao rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, snatched the gas mask and put it on her face.

"Stay at home, you have to run out. Jiang Chen couldn't help but count her down.

"Miss Ben is pleased. And I killed 51 throwers today, don't you think you should praise me?" Sun Jiao stroked her dusty hair and puffed up her chest and said.

"I'll clean you up when you're missing a piece of meat. ”

Jiang Chen glared at her "viciously", although no one could see anyone's expression clearly through the mask. (To be continued.) )