Metro Line 35, the waiting room hall of Xinfeng Station, where the vanguard of CCCP exploration of Metro Line 35 is stationed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Jiang Chen guessed right, those flesh and blood bodies were indeed not opponents of steel armor, at least not the xenomorphs hovering on Line 35. The CCCP tank easily ran over the corpses, leaving only a pile of flesh and mud.

The only trouble is a bunch of spitters and a few littering Roshans.

However, what was encountered was only trouble, not even danger.

Along the way, I visited three subway stations, two of which have collapsed to varying degrees, and only this Xinfeng Building Station located within the Fifth Ring Road is still intact.

Yegor gave the order to rest, more than a dozen tanks blocked the lanes at both ends, and the remaining armored vehicles, with the cooperation of the infantry, cleared the zombies in the waiting room hall and cleared a clearing. A few base cars drove slowly past and lowered their stands in the waiting room hall.

On the 100-meter-long ramp, soldiers in Russian-made military uniforms used polyethylene bulletproof panels to pile up simple fortifications at the ticket gates of the subway station, and set up machine guns to alert possible threats outside the subway station.

After setting up camp, Yegor jumped out of the blood-stained tank and walked in the direction of the base car.

Not far away, sappers are shoveling piles of meat puree from tanks with sapper shovels, collecting them into boxes, transporting them to organic conversion furnaces to be processed into nutrient mixtures. In the back of the armored vehicle, bags of spitters' corpses were held in a net, and soldiers in chemical hazmat suits rummaged through the corpses with daggers to recover the spitters' crystals.

These subcrystals are rich in energy, which can be converted into electricity by special generators, or made into pseudo-fusion batteries to power tank engines.

Although these subcrystals are not as large as those condensed in the alien species in the Berian Wasteland, they are superior to the huge number, so large that it is unimaginable for these hairy people who have just come out of the wasteland.

In the communications base car, Sminov was in contact with the large forces in the rear.

When he saw Yegor, who had walked into the base car, he immediately stood up and gave a military salute.

"How's the harvest?" Yegor nodded and motioned for him to sit down, casually pulled over a chair, and sat down across from him, "Tell me carefully." ”

"The captured organic matter produced a total of 3,000 nutrient mixtures and 1,000 isocrystals. Fifty newly bred clone soldiers in the incubator's vehicle have awakened and are currently undergoing training at the virtual training facility. Sminov reported.

The CCPP frontline troops have two artifacts, one is the clone soldier and the other is the nano serum.

The former constituted the cannon fodder army of the Soviets, and the latter constituted the super-soldiers of the Soviet army, both of which were a headache for NATO and pan-Asian cooperation.

In the culture tank, the nutrient-rich clone takes only ten days from baby to adult, and with a little training, he can rush into battle with a rifle. Clones "produced" through this technology will not have an IQ of more than 100, and the average lifespan is less than 10 years, and the only value is to oppress the enemy's front with numbers and consume the opponent's ammunition...... But it's surprisingly easy to use.

As long as the command is right, it can play a miraculous effect on the battlefield.

As for the nano serum, I'll talk about that later.

Abundant organic matter, abundant energy, and the whole of Eastern Siberia combined, I am afraid that it is not as good as the subway in Shangjing. While they are still fighting to the death for survival and extreme weather, the survivors of the Pan-Asian Cooperation are sitting on such a treasure.

Compared to Ouerlian, which is snowy all year round, this is a paradise......

"It's paradise." Yegor couldn't help but admire.

He was most glad that he had chosen to go south to Pan-Asia instead of west across Siberia to Moscow.

"That's right," Sminov also said with emotion, "not only those weak and pitiful zombies and xenomorphs, just now, our field researchers found a fluorescent fungus in the subway station, rich in nitrogen and phosphorus, which can be used as a substitute for some chemical raw materials...... It has to be said that there are good things everywhere. ”

As soon as he heard about the chemical raw materials, Yegor's expression turned whole and he hurriedly asked the question he was most concerned about.

"How's the ammunition production line going?"

"The ammunition production line is already running. We have dismantled some of the facilities in the subway for recycling, and the metal resources have been replenished to some extent, but other resources are still lacking...... In particular, petroleum and its substitutes, rubber, and some chemical raw materials. ”

Ammunition has always been a big problem for their Uelian border guards. Without the support of industry, it is almost impossible to maintain this huge armored force. But fortunately, they have dozens of base vehicles, and as long as they can get resources, there is no problem in achieving a certain degree of self-sufficiency.

Of course, the premise is that resources can be gathered.

Hearing the news that the ammunition production line was starting to operate, the big stone that had been pressing on Yegor's heart for a long time was finally put down, and a smile finally squeezed out of his weather-beaten face.

"Sir."

"What's wrong?"

"Are we going to keep exploring?" Sminov glanced out the window of the base car, "At present, these resources have been enough for us to digest for a long time." ”

"Why not?"

"But ......"

"You're talking about the benefits and risks, right?" Yegor grinned, he was in a pretty good mood today, so his temper was much better, "My dear Comrade Sminov, I know exactly what you mean, after all, our gains in one day today are probably more impressive than in a week in the Siberian wilderness. Especially the non-stop organic synthesis furnace, the beautiful sound is like singing. Speak from the heart. I never imagined that we would one day be able to live such a prosperous life. ”

"Then why ......," Sminov said with some hesitation.

Although he had not encountered any danger so far, the dark tunnel always gave him a sense of foreboding.

It's like the end of this tunnel, leading to hell.

"Did you notice?" Looking in the direction of the railway line, Yegor narrowed his eyes, "The lanes here are very wide, and even in the middle of the train traffic, there is a cement road for two cars to run in parallel. ”

If at first Yegor was just to use the subway line to launch a surprise attack on the NAC's steel airship, but as he continued to go deeper in the subway, he faintly noticed something unusual.

"This is a strategic channel for pan-Asian cooperation." Yegor pointed to his feet and said, "The underground transportation network of this city together forms the wartime transportation artery of the Pan-Asian Cooperation. ”

Sminov nodded, and it was clear that he had noticed that too.

It's just that......

So what?

"Comrade Sminov, I don't know if you have thought about a question," Yegor grinned with his hands behind his back, "for example, what is buried under this intricate subway network?" ”

"Why are you so sure, there must be something buried underneath?" Sminov was puzzled.

"A legion's commander's intuition." Yegor tapped his head with his index finger, and there was a faint hint of excitement in his pupils, "My intuition tells me that there must be something buried underneath. It could be a superweapon, or it could just be a useless pile of gold, but I can't sit back and watch it just lay at my feet while I'm indifferent. Do you understand the feeling? Comrade Sminov. ”

Taking a deep breath, Sminov nodded.

"I see."

"That's good." Yegor looked at him, nodded, and turned to walk out of the base car.

However, as soon as he stepped through the door with his front foot, he suddenly stopped.

"By the way," Yegor pointed to his feet, turning to Sminov, "are there a lot of fungi here?" ”

Slightly stunned, Sminov nodded.

"I don't know if it's a lot or not, but it's a lot anyway. It's just that most of the fungi are inedible, and even as raw materials for nutrient mixtures, the utilization rate of organic matter is not high, and it is not as good as the ...... of xenospecies."

"It's not edible, it has nothing to do with food," Yegor grinned, "I've heard that there is a kind of wine that seems to be called ...... Mushroom wine. ”

Sminov was slightly stunned, and a trace of ecstasy gradually spread on his face.

Wine!

Mushroom wine!

The two hairs glanced at each other and grinned in unison.

Wine is a good thing!

Even if it is a liquor made from poisonous mushrooms, as long as the alcohol is distilled and mixed with a nutritional mixture or something to make a drinkable liquor.

As for whether it's hard to drink or not, who cares?

Anyway, vodka is almost the taste of alcohol and water, many people have not tasted alcohol for more than ten years, even the worst blended wine, for these old hairy people who are addicted to alcohol, it is a rare wine.

As long as it's alcohol, they're never picky!

"I'll give you a mission." Yegor's expression was full, "Two of them from the war researchers, be sure to solve the problem of brewing drinkable mushroom wine for me!" ”

As if he had smelled alcohol, Sminov's chest stood tall and his morale was high.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

"Then go!"

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Thank you for the reward from the leader of the alliance, Wendi Liu!

At the time of this chapter, Morningstar was at KFC next to Wuhan Railway Station, preparing to go to Hangzhou to attend my cousin's wedding. As a result, happiness came too suddenly, and when I refreshed my phone, I found that there was one more alliance leader......

And it's three alliances!

Ahem, to be honest, the three alliances really scared Morningstar and I was taken aback.

The hand holding the phone was a little shaky, and I was very touched and ashamed.

I am touched by the fact that there are so many book friends who support me.

I'm ashamed to say that Morningstar hasn't had much of a break out in the past few months.

It's graduation season again, and this year it's my turn, graduation thesis, defense, and unfinished credits...... All kinds of troubles are crowded, and sometimes I really want to split myself in half, half to cope with college, and half to sit down and code quietly.

Of course, having said all this, it is not to make excuses for the outburst not to move.

I'm ashamed that I should have been a little more diligent.

Writing this, I am embarrassed.

I won't say much, but I can only thank you along the way, with you, and all the book friends who support me.

No. 11, when I come back from outside, the outburst I owe will definitely make up for it!

(To be continued.) )