Only the basic Colonial Research Tree is installed in the base - from the production techniques of packaged food to the assembly of the core reactor of the transgalactic spaceship, and almost all the basic technologies, manufacturing indicators, and component blueprints are stored by this easy-to-install shipboard technology core.

When the colonists arrived at their destination, they only needed to disassemble and reinstall the core of a suitcase, and the scientific and technological cornerstones that condensed the crystallization of dozens of generations of human wisdom in several fields, including armed combat readiness and automatic production, would bloom with the light of sages in the frontier of savage civilization.

However, some high-tech blueprints that are inconvenient to circulate will be sealed separately to control the speed and scope of transmission. Most of them are related to military scientific research and biological modification, so they will only appear on one-time technology core upgrade equipment.

The upgrade equipment of the Advanced Technology Blueprint will automatically burn after use, which is why all advanced technologies that are stored independently are extremely rare and rare. But correspondingly, every piece of technology that deserves to be stored independently can have a terrible effect when used properly.

She suddenly remembered the antique desktop computer in the recreation room—and she didn't know if it would still run after all these years.

So Moschelaire turned on the power in the recreation room and tried to get the computer, which was probably older than his grandfather, running again - unfortunately, the old guy was already completely finished, and the internal chips and components of the case were basically soaked in water at one time or another.

But at least the guy didn't explode as soon as the power was on - Mosilare had been worried that it would suddenly catch fire and cause damage to his face when he shorted it on.

However, considering that the computer in the recreation room should not be used to store anything of value, Mosileelle only felt a little sorry for this - mainly because her desire to play computer games or watch movies was frustrated.

It is worth mentioning that Moschelare repaired another solar generator yesterday, so now there are two solar generators and one wind turbine in the base running smoothly, and they are bringing a lot of electricity to the base every day.

Much of this power was stored in a battery pack next to the warehouse, which, oddly enough, seemed to be charging much less than Moschelaire had estimated - perhaps it would be time for Mosilere to take a look at the many outbuildings surrounding the base, and perhaps other batteries connected to the grid.

The outbuildings built around the base, Mosilaire, had never been inspected, as they were all purposefully fitted with heavy mechanical gates. Each opening and closing of this gate requires a lot of electricity, and the data fiber optic cable used to transmit the switch signal from the access control console does not know where it is damaged, so even if Mosilele Lyle gives them electricity, it is impossible to give the command to switch normally through the console.

In the end, it took several days for Mosilair to remove the manual control panels of all the gates, and with some "special tricks", it was only with some "special tricks" that these stubborn, impregnable creatures were able to escape the savage of pirates and outcasts, and sleep quietly in the dark for decades.

Two huge rooms in these buildings are dedicated to storing a large pulse battery with a very high capacity, and a total of 128 steel pulse batteries about 2 meters high are neatly arranged in two rows, thus occupying about 1,000 square meters of space!

The massive Black Pulse Battery emits an icy, hard-hitting metallic sheen in the light that penetrates through the gates, but only a powerful battery of this number and size can withstand the terrifying energy demands of those turrets that lurk underground!

In addition to the two rooms dedicated to the storage of pulsed batteries, Mosilaire also found something she hadn't expected in a building marked with a radioactive sign at the gate - she had thought it was just a place for nuclear waste, or unfinished radioactive weapons and armor parts - but she didn't expect that the entire large room would be filled with a small fast breeder reactor as crazy as this strange base!

From the miraculously working nuclear power console, Mosilaire learns that the two large turbines powered by this great beast at full power can produce more than 200 megabytes of electricity per second! 200 trillion electricity, equivalent to the electricity generated every second, can make a 20W energy-saving lamp continue to work continuously for nearly three years, and the power generation in one day can sustain it for 2,740 centuries!

Unfortunately, the reactor's water-cooled pipes are as broken as the water supply pipes in the base, and all the fuel rods inside are missing, seemingly removed by the former immigrants here - much to the disappointment of the greedy Mosilaire.

In addition to these, Moschelaire also discovered a high-end laboratory covering an area of about 200 square meters, which contained many sophisticated experimental equipment and data calculation and processing equipment that Mosilereil had never seen before—just from the beautiful spotless silver sterile bricks that were laid all over the floor, Mosilere could guess how expensive these equipment were.

Eventually, she found a fiberglass lift platform with rusty gears behind a heavily guarded mechanical gate on the side of the lab, and she didn't know where it led underground—Mosilele didn't understand why a lift platform needed to be made of fiberglass, just to show off his wealth to visitors, right?

But she seems to have found the fiberglass she needs.

Mosilaire looked at the platform beneath his feet with bad intentions, calculating how much material he could disassemble.

After dinner that evening, Mosilaire began to take a spot check on the impromptu memorization – yes, our lovely Winnie girl needs to take some time to read and write every day at her request.

Mosileelle believed that this was the best way to improve Winnie's knowledge and culture, and that it would be of great benefit to her for the rest of her life - but Winnie obviously didn't think so, and she would always find all kinds of excuses to excuse herself, and Mosileelle was about to memorize it - either a stomachache, a head pain, an occasional cold and fever, and the need to take care of a large number of crops was a new excuse that had only recently popped up in Winnie's brain.

But the always gentle Moschelaire will show a rare toughness and stubbornness at this time - so Winnie often has to choose to admit defeat, and frown and pick up the textbook written by Mosilele, first learn the initials and finals, and then gradually recognize and master simple Chinese characters.

But tonight seemed to be a little different, and Mosilaire, who was waiting for Winnie to recover from the jam, suddenly realized something—the sound of the cannon fire, which had long been integrated into their lives and had become a simple pleasure, seemed to have just stopped?

Mosilaire winked at Winnie, and she immediately let out a long sigh of relief as if she had been pardoned, and followed Mosilaire and climbed onto the roof of the base.

It's been a long time since the various airdrop slots have appeared, and the clean night sky seems to have returned to its former quiet and peaceful—even the distant cannon fire that occasionally flickered at the limit of the horizon is now completely gone—which makes Winnie and Mosilaire, who are used to hearing the sound of artillery fire, a little uncomfortable.

But soon, a faint light suddenly appeared on the horizon that had fallen back into darkness, and climbed upwards at a very fast speed, and the originally faint and fragile point of light was also stretched into a long dazzling blade that split the entire night in two!

It's a ship—a ship trying to escape this wild land and return to the stars!

Like a rising star of hope, the spaceship rushed into the vast universe at a frantic speed with Mosilaire's fantasies and hopes! Even if Mosilaire didn't know the ship's passengers, it didn't stop her kind-hearted prayer for them—she hoped that one day, she would be able to leave here with her and Peanuts, and maybe take Winnie with her, if Winnie wanted to.

The only way the Mech Corps could respond was to launch missiles - countless surface-to-air missiles that rose from the horizon and lit up half of the sky again, and these missiles crashed into the ship at a much faster speed, and the huge missiles even formed a sharp, terrifying triangle with the apex ship in the air with their tail flames!

Even if the crew of the spacecraft resisted stubbornly, it would never be possible to stop such a dense number of missiles like raindrops.

So Mosilaire turned her back and obscured Winnie's vision—the ship had been hit by dozens of missiles at once, splitting into hundreds of pieces like a fragile bubble—and dissipated into the silent night sky with her ridiculous unrealistic wishes.

In the moments before the ship fell apart, only a small number of escape pods broke away from the flames and explosions, and scattered in all directions of the continent - and it just so happened that there was an escape pod that flew straight at Mosilaire and the others with a few pieces of wreckage, and crashed a kilometer east of the base with an extremely long flame stream.

After only a few seconds of hesitation, Mosilair quickly made her decision - she was going to visit the site where the escape pod had fallen, and to do as much as she could to help those who were still alive, otherwise the unfortunate creature would soon be turned into a belly by the horde of zombies.

Leaving Winnie at the base while she hurried to the burning wreckage of the escape pod with a fully charged rifle and a medical kit on her back, Mosilaire didn't even carry her new spear to keep her weight down—she needed to get there as soon as possible—if she didn't want to be surrounded by zombies attracted by the impact and the light of fire while helping the wounded.

Night has a great visual impact on zombies, but for Mosilaire, who has a bionic eye, the dim moonlight is enough to make her see in the dark.

So she didn't need to worry about tripping over something strange as she ran - like a zombie lying sideways in front of her, with only the top half of its body still stubbornly crawling towards the impact point in the distance.

Miss Mosilaire also made a point of stopping to blow its head with a charged rifle, simply because she could not bear to see the poor little fool dragging its intestines around every day, and not because she almost slipped and fell when she stepped on the intestines it was dragging on.

Mosilaire, who was trotting all the way, could see all the zombies in the vicinity hobbling towards the escape pod, as if they wanted to eat this dinner that fell from the sky. She knew that time was pressing, so she couldn't help but speed up her pace and rushed to the vicinity of the escape pod before the large number of zombies arrived.

Because there were still a few relatively small pieces of spaceship wreckage scattered around the escape pod, these violently burning debris made the surrounding air distorted and hot,—— and some of the scorching waves even reached a terrifying fifty degrees!

Mosilaire unscrewed the handmade aluminum pot he had brought with him, splashed some of the water on himself and lowered his head and rushed into the point of impact. She quickly found the escape pod, which seemed to be largely intact, and manually opened the closed door from the outside amid the whispering of the approaching zombies, dragging out a middle-aged man who had fallen into a coma and pouring some cool cold water. After ruthlessly turning back and smashing the heads of the two zombies into a puddle of mud, Mosilaire asked softly at the guy who was sitting there blankly and bewildered:

"What are you waiting for, my invitation?"