Wang Zhiyuan looked at the ammunition and the main gun still had 6 rounds in reserve, the 12.7 mm heavy machine gun shells and 30 mm chain gun shells were almost exhausted, and the AK47 magazine and M24 grenades were also exhausted. Open the ammunition printing interface and click on a 26-hour long print queue.

After looking at the hull armor and equipment damage repair, it took more than 20 hours, and the priority was given to repairing the damaged tail compartment. The entire body of the car was full of fluorescent blue particles, driving slowly on the dusty Gobi.

Watching Robot No. 5 pick up the bullet casings all over the ground and throw them into the recovery port of the ammunition printing module, he walked to the bedroom door with a shotgun and said, "No. 5, you first use the repair box to repair the roof of the tail compartment, otherwise I won't be at ease sleeping." After repairing the top plate, come and re-bandage my legs, oh~~ and disinfect and clean the inside of the tank, it is estimated that there will be chemical contamination residues. ”

Robot 5 scratched his head and replied, "Understood, Master Chief. Wang Zhiyuan took some biscuits and juice, and ate to his heart's content, and the almost crazy shooting made his mouth still a little numb. After thinking about it, I would ask Robot No. 5 to redress his wounds, and took out the Western Han Dynasty Yu, who drank a small half bottle last time, with a ham sausage duang~duang~ Fortunately, I didn't choke this time.

There was a confusion in his eyes, and he said, "Cortana, what's the situation, try to wake me up." Without hearing what Cortana said, he returned to the command room of his Land Cruiser, and his mouth was full of words: "The right string barrage is too thin~~Mobile Suit ejection~~Fire~~Fire." ”

Sleep until the next day to get up and the head is booming, who said that the Western Han Dynasty can't go up, this up and down can't go up and down. Wang Zhiyuan poured a cup of hot tea and sat in front of the driver's platform, and found that the ammunition printing and armor repair had stopped at more than 60 percent, and there was a lack of metal materials.

Consider that most of the storage rooms in the mine are filled with explosives and food. There are still 1,300 units of plastic pellets in the tank transformation interface, and yesterday I took the risk of almost getting cold, and I got back a 1,000 units of plastic pellets.

After studying the map, Lancheng is within the scope of the military region, and Xu Zhiming must have reported everything that happened at the observatory, including Wang Zhiyuan's own situation. I thought to myself: "If you don't get it right in the past and have to be forcibly co-opted, then the Centaur Constellation technology will also be taken away, and you have to find a way to bypass it." ”

More than 170 kilometers to the southeast is Baoxi City, although I don't want to be close to the city, but there are currently 1,300 units of plastic pellets. You can find a way to upgrade the technology of the E100 heavy tank, get a few cameras and drones, and you have to do some anti-corrosion upgrades for the armor.

I found the highway and drove nearly 100 kilometers, and through the sparse windbreak forest in the distance, I found a large gas station. A small refrigerated truck with the word "Lesette" on it overturned on the side of the road nearby, and many transport trucks were parked in the parking garage.

In the yard of the gas station, there were a few dead bugs and a few corpses in orange overalls, and there were ants and beetles of all sizes. Wang Zhiyuan thought to himself: "It seems that there are survivors inside, no matter how long he does not hinder me from collecting metals and gasoline, he does not want to have any contact with them." ”

Parking the tank on the side of the road and giving priority to the refrigerated truck absorbing metal particles to repair the robotic arm and bulldozer blade, Wang Zhiyuan estimated that there might be a big traffic jam on the road to Bao'an City.

Wang Zhiyuan looked at the 150 mm artillery reserve ammunition, and 4 grenade shots had been completed, and 4 were still in the printing sequence, so he quickly terminated them. There is a lot of oil here, Wang Zhiyuan plans to try to make some coagulates and oil bombs used by the US military in World War II, the principle is not very complicated, gasoline and some combustible substances that can play the role of thickeners. Generally, such large gas stations come with the business of operating a vehicle maintenance, so there should be a lot of things like glue and paint.

In more than half an hour, a refrigerated truck was left with tire glass and a large pile of cardboard boxes containing cold drinks. Driving the tank into the parking lot, a tentacle sticks out of the aft compartment of the turret and begins to absorb metal from a large blue truck. Wang Zhiyuan saw a familiar red truck parked not far in front of him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and thought: "It turned out to be acquaintances, it's good that they are still alive." ”

I didn't have a good leg, and I didn't want to get out of the car to take risks, so I said to Robot 5: "On the 5th, you go to the vehicle repair room over there and bring back a few buckets of glue and gasoline, and then pull two large buckets of red paint back and a set of spray guns." ”

A few minutes later, the robot moved three barrels of gasoline, two barrels of glue and two barrels of paint into the cockpit, and Wang Zhiyuan said to No. 5: "Good job, you are now holding a spray gun and painting the entire tank bright red with paint." ”

He opened the tablet in his hand, and quickly wrote a few words to No. 5 with the design treasure in his hand, saying, "Give me this line of writing on both sides of the turret." ”

Robot 5 nodded and said, "Can the red paint be three times faster?" Master Chief, you're missing a white mask. ”

Wang Zhiyuan is also convinced of this robot who has recently been obsessed with watching Gundam, and he always has nothing to say and asks Cortana to transform him into a red Zagu.

After arranging the repair and painting, Wang Zhiyuan opened the ammunition printing interface, removed 85 percent of the explosives from the warhead of a 150-millimeter grenade, and then added 75 percent gasoline, 5 percent glue, and 5 percent paint.

The charge ratio of the warheads of the other three 150 mm grenades was modified with some attempts, and the warheads were painted red with a new name HEF. The specific proportions in the data are all blackened, and Wang Zhiyuan is roughly guessed, thinking that a big fireball will explode when he hits it anyway, and when it is necessary, he will know which warhead charge ratio is more reasonable. After all, actual combat is the best testing ground for testing weapons.

After tossing the design of the 150 mm deflagration bomb, I squinted for a while and saw a large anthill protruding one meter high from the ground in the windbreak in the distance, and drove the tank out of the gas station to put a freshly printed deflagration bomb on the main gun. There was a loud bang from the muzzle of the cannon, and the big anthill and the surrounding big-headed ants were drowned in a sea of fire. Wang Zhiyuan looked at it and felt that the effect was okay, it turned out that the weapon designers were all forced out.

The tank has been repaired, and there are new deflagration bombs, you can go to Baoxi City to find some equipment to upgrade the tank, and use as much ready-made equipment as possible to save a lot of units of plastic particles. Before leaving the gas station, Wang Zhiyuan asked Robot No. 5 to put the useless MP40 submachine gun, the remaining 10 magazines, and a few bottles of mineral water into a cardboard box, put it in front of the roller shutter of the gas station, and knocked on the door.

looked at the sun with only half of his face left on the side of the mountain, lit a cigarette and said: "Acquaintance is also fate, live a little longer, and I can only help you get here." "Under the setting sun, a dark red tank, dragging a long shadow, slowly drove along a slender highway in the Gobi.