Two days later, at the northern entrance to the city of Ai. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

One of the survivors lay limply in a booth with a sign that read 'Enter the City Information Center', clutching an ordinary long knife in his hand, occasionally glancing at the movement outside.

His name is Mao Ming, and he is the smallest of the small soldiers under the command of the Iron Lord Bai Jinghong, and he is tasked with checking the identity of every survivor who enters through this entrance, and giving them certain directions.

Although this kind of work is easy, but it is also very boring, if someone enters the city, it is okay, Mao Ming can also talk to someone who comes, but most of the time it is uninhabited, except for himself, there is not even a guy who can communicate with him nearby.

Mao Ming, who has nothing to do, is in this duty booth, except for sleeping, he can only do the idle thing of counting ants in a daze.

"Ahh Mao Ming looked at the sky, lay on the table and sighed: "Sitting here every day waiting for mold, can someone come and let me do some work." ”

In the original normal world, what he longed for most at work every day was to be able to stay at home and lie down for a day, thinking that kind of life was simply a fairy, and I don't know how many times better than the life of getting up early and being busy until late every day.

But now this kind of day from morning to night has lasted for three or four days, and Mao Ming has a deep understanding of how fulfilling the original busy green life is, which makes him miss it very much.

"If no one comes today. I'll just apply to fight on the front lines. Mao Ming took the long knife and pulled it on the table, and after thinking about it, he made a decision that was absolutely impossible before: "Although it is a little dangerous, it is better than drawing turtles and counting ants here every day..."

"That's... Is this the city of Ai? Just as Mao Ming was thinking about how to tell his boss, a somewhat shy male voice sounded outside the duty booth.

Mao Ming's hand moved, and he felt that this voice was like a natural sound, so he quickly sat up straight, with a warm smile on his face: "Yes, yes, this is Ai City." The... Little brother, are you going into the city? ”

Mao Ming looked at the black-haired boy outside the duty booth, with a shy smile on his face, looking at his gaze and even a little embarrassed, looking like an ordinary big boy.

What surprised Mao Ming a little was the black wooden coffin that the black-haired boy was carrying behind his back, a one-person tall and heavy-looking black coffin.

"Ahh It's really good that you didn't run wrong. The black-haired young man said with a happy face, and then remembered that there was someone next to him, and looked at Mao Ming with more and more embarrassment: "Uncle, do you know a sister named Liu Yanran, I heard that she is in Ai City." ”

Mao Ming still had a good impression of this shy big boy, and tried hard to recall all the names he remembered, and after a while, he showed an apologetic smile to the black-haired boy and pointed him to a road next to him: "Little brother, I'm really sorry, I haven't heard of the name you said." But that's okay, you follow this road all the way and you'll reach our base camp area, where you ask, and maybe someone will know the person you're asking. ”

The black-haired young man first showed a somewhat disappointed expression, but then he smiled at Mao Ming gratefully, turned the black wooden coffin behind him, and walked in the direction Mao Ming pointed: "It's okay, then I'll go over there and ask again." Thank you, uncle, for your hard work. ”

"You're welcome, you're welcome. This is what I should do. Mao Ming waved his hand again and again to signal that he didn't need to thank him, and when the black-haired boy walked a few steps away, he suddenly remembered something, opened the window and shouted at the black-haired boy: "What, although I think it's unlikely, I still have to ask." Little brother, what's your name, aren't you from the Purple King's side? ”

"Huh? Who is the Purple King? The black-haired boy stopped, looked back at Mao Ming with a blank face, and then laughed a little shyly: "Uncle, I don't know this person." I'm from the north, and my name is Wu Nian. ”

"Wu Nian?" Mao Ming retracted his head and whispered a few words: "Wu Nian, don't read, do you have such a name for your child..."

...

Bai Jinghong's base camp, Ouyang Jing's special experimental square.

"Li Chen, I've adjusted the output power of the soul power cannon, you can try again." In the square, Ouyang Jing shuttled back and forth between a bunch of various large weapons, lifting the external armor of these weapons from time to time and debugging, and finally stood next to a mounted energy cannon and shouted at Li Chen, who was driving the dust hustle and wielding a large steel long knife in the center of the square.

"Here we are." Hearing this, Li Chen put down the steel long knife in his hand, controlled the Dust Hustle and walked to Ouyang Jing's side, picked up the energy cannon and looked at it, and then put it on the back of the Dust Hustle.

The groove on the back lit up, and soon the energy cannon was mounted on the back of the Dust. The Dust Hustle took a few steps back to the center of the square, Li Chen first controlled the energy cannon to move a few times, and then controlled the cannon hole to face the sky, and the dark blue soul power beam between the soul power convergence shot into the sky like a rainbow.

Ouyang Jing didn't care about the attack that shot into the sky, but stared closely at the hustle and bustle that was standing in place after launching the attack and asked, "How is it?" ”

It didn't take long for Li Chen's voice to sound from the hustle and bustle: "Still can't do it." The consumption of soul power is still too great, even the soul power of the general level can't withstand its bombardment. ”

Ouyang Jing's brows suddenly furrowed when he heard this, and he looked at the different models of cannon weapons around him, and his brows furrowed even more: "It shouldn't be, I've already adjusted their output power to the minimum, how can they still consume so much soul power?" ”

For the research of the weapons carried by the Dusty, Ouyang Jing encountered a problem with a long-range energy weapon that he had no clue about.

There was no problem with those cold weapons, but on these energy weapons, Ouyang Jing found a problem that couldn't be solved.

That's a huge consumption of soul power.

The soul power used in cold weapons is quite small, and with the strength of Li Chen's general, there is no problem at all even if it is used all the time.

But these energy weapons are different, Li Chen didn't care about it because he was too excited that day, but after studying in the past two days, they found that the soul power consumed by this cannon was dozens or even hundreds of times more than that of using cold weapons. Li Chen had tried a powerful energy weapon, and that shot directly consumed most of Li Chen's soul power.

Even if Ouyang Jing adjusted the performance of all aspects of the energy weapon to a minimum, the soul power consumed by one shot was still very huge, and it was completely impossible to engage in a protracted battle.

The hand-held energy weapon is okay, at the cost of greatly reducing its power, Li Chen can still use it to continue fighting for a period of time.

But those energy weapons carried on the mecha were completely ineffective, and no matter how hard Ouyang Jing tried, he couldn't change the shortcoming of its high soul power consumption.

"Could it be that this is a flaw inherent in the Dust Boom itself..."Ouyang Jing frowned and stood in the pile of weapons and muttered to himself, "If only there was something that could replenish soul power." ”