Jiang Chen provided 10 subcrystalline fuel rods to the shelter.

This fuel rod is modeled after the 100mm caliber nuclear fusion core in terms of specifications, but the content is not 1 gram of tritium used for nuclear fusion reactions, but 1000 points of subcrystalline fragments, which is an enlarged version of the fuel rod used in the apocalyptic power armor. The output power is also similar to that of the fusion core, but the energy is only one-tenth of that of the fusion core.

These 10 subcrystalline fuel rods were probably enough for the vault to maintain a month's energy consumption, and Jiang Chen personally sent them underground.

"I'm not going to give you any hope of storing energy for the winter. Also, if your research slows down, I'm going to cut your supply. ”

While handing over the 10 subcrystalline fuel rods, Jiang Chen also explained the research and development tasks to them.

Design a lightly armoured, highly maneuverable, high-firepower self-propelled gun as an improved version of the Hunting Tiger. It is indeed a bit dirty to use the truck chassis to pull the cannon, and since there are conditions to replace it with better armor, Jiang Chen will naturally not let go of this opportunity.

"In the absence of order, this is the most reasonable option. Regarding Jiang Chen's threat, Han Junhua just nodded indifferently.

"Don't you want to fight for more? Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"No need. Han Junhua shook his head, "A crisis can keep people awake. ”

What's more, she knew very well that even if she asked for this, Jiang Chen would definitely not give in on this point.

"Haha, wise choice. But seriously, it's the first time I've met such an interesting opponent. Jiang Chen smiled, turned around and boarded the elevator.

Han Junhua did not deny the word opponent, looked at Jiang Chen, and blinked calmly.

"Am I funny?"

Of course, not everyone can get rid of the shackles of human nature and think purely rationally. I have to say. You're a talent. Are the colonels of PAC all of them of this level?" Jiang Chen sighed.

If that's the case, then PAC is terrible.

"Does this have anything to do with military rank?" asked Han Junhua rhetorically.

Jiang Chen was stunned, and then smiled: "Of course it has nothing to do." In other places, I've seen colonels, majors, and the like. Their brains aren't all bright, either. Some people are obsessed with technology. Some people are arrogant and conceited, I'm just curious. ”

"Where?" Han Junhua asked something else.

"In my back garden. Jiang Chen laughed and said the truth that was easy to misunderstand.

"You don't have to worry about survival in your back garden. Han Junhua said, she automatically translated that back garden into a fishbone base, and those colonels were just titles he gave at will.

"You're right. Although there are hidden concerns, they are not very serious. Jiang Chen nodded, but he was talking about another world.

He did not experience the irreconcilable economic crisis of 2150 caused by the energy crisis, nor was he a sociologist who could not imagine what it would be like for countries to develop under extreme antagonism.

"That's really enviable. Han Junhua said expressionlessly.

"May I ask you another question?"

"Just ask. Han Junhua said briefly.

"What is it that makes you have to fight against me? is it the dignity of being a soldier? or loyalty? But if not humanity. Is there any such boring stuff anymore? Not to mention that PAC doesn't exist anymore. Jiang Chen said with a smile.

Han Junhua did not answer directly.

"Do you understand the word responsibility?"

"I see, then I understand. ”

Smiling, Jiang Chen didn't say goodbye, turned around and walked onto the elevator.

Looking at the direction in which the elevator was rising, Han Junhua frowned faintly

Back on the surface, Jiang Chen handed over the defense of the base to Cheng Weiguo's adjutant Wang Zhaowu, and instructed him to keep an eye on the condition of the underground shelter. And every other day, he liaise with the embassy staff to ensure the safety of Xu Lu and his staff stationed in the 027 shelter.

Heard Jiang Chen's command. At first, Wang Zhaowu was still puzzled, because for now. The garrison at the base and the blueskins at Camp 27 get along fairly well. However, Jiang Chen didn't explain the inside story to him, but just told him repeatedly.

"If the elevator is out of order, or something else unusual prevents the surface from getting in touch with the underground, you can just contact me."

"Yes, Marshal!" Although he was still confused, Wang Zhaowu did not say much.

Nodding. Jiang Chen was very satisfied with his work attitude.

"You pay attention to this matter yourself, and don't let anyone else know. ”

After explaining the last sentence, Jiang Chen turned around and left the headquarters of the camp garrison and walked towards the central clearing.

A quarter of the construction of the fence has been completed, and the main works are expected to be completed in a week. These days, the soldiers of the Fish Bone Base have already reconnoitred all the terrain of Songjiang. No overly powerful groups of marauders were found.

Although there are three armed groups whose strength is comparable to that of the Gray Gu mercenary group that has been exterminated, and the nature is not yet clear, with the current strength of the Fish Bone Base, there is no need to care about those little shrimps. In order to reduce the variables, before the construction of the wall was completed, Jiang Chen had already instructed Wang Zhaowu not to ignore them.

Greeting the soldiers who were already standing in line in the center of the camp, Jiang Chen and Cheng Weiguo walked towards the gate of the camp.

"Lao Cheng, how about we make a bet?"

After getting into the car and looking at the gate of Camp 27, Jiang Chen suddenly smiled and said.

"Haha, boss, you're joking, I have nothing to bet with you except for a few packs of cigarettes. Cheng Weiguo said with a smile.

In terms of food, everyone knows that Jiang Chen is not short of food.

Hearing his subordinates say this, Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, and he also laughed.

"Ahem, speaking of which, I've been thinking about a question lately. ”

Hearing that the leader was discussing matters with him, Cheng Weiguo immediately put away his hip-hop expression and became serious.

"Don't be so serious, just take your opinion. Jiang Chen waved his hand and took out two cigarettes from his pocket, one cigarette was handed to Cheng Weiguo, and the other was lit for himself, "What do you think of the living conditions of the survivors of the Fish Bone Base?"

He's been thinking a lot lately. With the development of the fish bone base so big, should the market economy be opened up? For example, pay everyone a salary, and then buy food for the base with the salary.

No, Wei Guo didn't think about it so much, but he felt that the boss was so sympathetic to his subordinates, so he was moved and hurriedly spoke.

"Everyone is well fed and clothed, and they are all doing well. ”

Jiang Chen smiled when he heard this. Realizing that asking anyone from his own position is probably an answer, he stopped talking.

"Speaking of which, boss, I don't know what bet you are going to make with me?" asked Cheng Weiguo.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen smiled, stuck the cigarette butt out of the window, and shook the ash at the gate of Camp 27.

"For a month, not a single shot will be fired. This refuge is mine. ”

Finally sent away the "plague god" and returned to the shelter, Han Junhua secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know if it's an illusion, she always feels that the way he looks at her is abnormal.

It's strange, not like hostility.

Rather, like a mockery?

Shaking her head, Han Junhua walked through the arch and towards her office.

No surprises. A middle-aged man with an unhappy face stood at the door.

"Now that we've got the energy, why don't we immediately restore normal supplies?"

"Supplies will gradually recover. But supply will be skewed towards researchers. Han Junhua said lightly.

"Why?" Wu Yaguo questioned.

"Because we're working for someone else. Han Junhua didn't stop, bypassed Wu Yaguo, and opened the door of the office.

When the shelter was closed, everyone's job was easy, and most people didn't have to work at all. The production facilities are very automated and only need to be supplied with energy. You can get water and food. There is no interspecific competition in a closed social environment, and lazy work habits have become deeply rooted in the past 20 years.

Now the energy stored in the shelter has been consumed. The doors have also been opened. The energy of the fish bone base is not a free supply, and then maintaining the original egalitarianism will only make all

"Who caused all this!" Han Junhua's attitude of ignoring made Wu Yaguo very angry, and he angrily stretched out his hand to grab her shoulder.

However, before the hand touched her shoulder, his leg ached, and his vision turned upside down, and he fell heavily to the ground.

A gun was pressed against his skull, and Han Junhua shook off the hand that was holding his arm lightly.

"From now on, the Shelter Council will be dissolved, and I will use the highest authority of the director to take back all the powers given to the residents' representatives by the former director. ”

"Okay, Ms. Han Junhua. ”

Overhead, the sound of electricity was heard over the radio, and the Vault 027 main control terminal had approved her decision.

"You, you can't do that. Wu Yaguo's face turned pale.

"And yet I can. Retracting the pistol, Han Junhua walked into the office and closed the door.

Now that the energy crisis has been resolved and residents' sentiments have returned to stability, it is time to put the mess in order.

After entering the door, Han Junhua saw Academician Qin standing at his desk.

"What's the matter?" asked briefly, and she sat back down at her desk.

"Well, did you hear that you sent Director Zhang's daughter to serve as an envoy stationed at the Fish Bone Base?" Academician Qin hesitated for a moment and said slowly.

Zhang Yuzhu seems to be called this name, the baby that Zhang Qiming, the former director of the shelter took in.

"Well, she has a good personality and is very cheerful. Since I was born in a shelter, I don't have any unrealistic thoughts, so I'm very suitable for this job. "It is enough to make a mistake once, and sending Shi Yongtian to the ground as a negotiator for the advance team is a mistake in itself.

Seeing the survivors struggling on the ruins of the pre-war prosperity of those who had experienced the prosperity of the war is hard to guarantee that a superiority mentality will not be fostered. But people born in the Vault are different, they really yearn for everything on the surface, and they don't care if it's a ruin or not.

If he can gain friendship with the Fish Bone Base, and the future peace will be merged into the Fish Bone Base, and the 027 Vault can also have a certain status in it, this is the best result that Han Junhua can imagine.

Seeing that Academician Qin had not left, Han Junhua stopped what he was doing, raised his head and asked.

"Anything else?"

"Well, there is a letter from my old friend that I have asked me to pass on to you. Academician Qin handed out the crumpled envelope.

With a glance at the signature, Han Junhua took the envelope.

"Why are you giving it to me now?" she asked casually as she opened the letter.

"Because I think it's more appropriate now"

【

First, I repent for my deeds.

But I won't regret it.

I can't lead the inhabitants of the Vault to the end, and under my leadership, they will only perish.

Perhaps after ordering the execution of all intruders, I should have put the baby to death.

But I can't.

I'm a coward.

I chose to die, I should have died a long time ago.

Human nature is just a burden to survival.

I remember you telling me that.

If my death wakes up a tough enough leader in advance, maybe it's not too late.

-- Zhang Qiming, to my colleagues.

】

The fingers holding the letter trembled, and Han Junhua took a deep breath and hid the sorrow behind the mask.

That's the sorrow of the mission. (To be continued.) )