Jing Yuan was really tired and almost paralyzed, and he was already holding on to build the leaf spring heavy crossbow, and he didn't have the energy to do further tests, so he didn't even want to wash, so he immediately planted himself on the bed and fell asleep.

Xiaobai was also mentally weakened by the sound of him beating steel, and seeing that the owner finally quieted down, he finally groped his way into the kennel and curled up, yawned, and closed his eyes.

The next day, Kyungwon slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up, and the weather was still gloomy today, with a thin layer of hoarfrost on the windows.

The temperature dropped quickly, much faster than he thought.

At this rate, there must be a heavy snowfall this winter.

However, before the food reserve was settled, he only had a few bags of rice, no food in his hands, and he had no confidence in his heart.

He felt less energetic than before, and he always had the desire to stay in bed.

He didn't know if it was because he was too tired yesterday or because of the low temperature.

After all, snakes are animals that need to hibernate, and he absorbs the genes of "snakes", and perhaps the lower temperature will make him want to sleep.

However, it may also be his own reason, after all, he wants to lie in bed in winter, and when he puts aside his previous studies and winter vacation, he must be covered in the bed until his mother shouts for lunch, and then he will squirm and get up.

It's a pity that there is no ready-made food to eat when he gets up now, he sighs, and when he gets up, he first takes a bath to wake up, and then scrubs the few small dresses he picked up and hangs them in the yard to dry.

Carrying the leaf spring heavy crossbow to the agricultural tricycle, he went to the open lane to do a shooting test.

Xiaobai followed, jumping around him lively.

He ignored it, and in a sitting position, his feet and hands worked together to pull the crossbow string and jam it on the crossbow machine, and then put down the thick steel bars on the plastic arrow path.

The leaf spring shrinks backward and deforms in it, and the strong elastic potential energy is hidden in it, and Kyung Won pushes the leaf spring frame to adjust the crosshair, and selects a scrap car in the distance as a target.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled the metal frame out with all his might.

The accumulated elastic force exploded in an instant, and the crossbow strings rebounded violently, driving the steel bars to shoot out from the mouth of the arrow.

The sharp sound of breaking the air echoed in his ears, followed by a loud bang, the body of the agricultural three-wheeled body trembled, Xiaobai was startled by this huge movement, and immediately hid under the agricultural three-wheeled car.

Bang!!!

It was as if something had exploded, and a violent vibration came out.

Kyungwon could see shards of shiny glass splashing up, reflecting the sunlight in a colorful way, like bubble machine blowing foam, but much faster than that.

He couldn't wait to check on the car, and when he saw the real scene, he gasped.

The steel bar did not make contact with the car in a vertical direction, but was slightly skewed, not pierced in, but smashed in.

The entire door was deeply twisted and dented, not only in the direction of impact, but all the windows were shattered, and the steel bar was deformed by the tremendous impact and embedded in the inside of the door.

There was even a faint puff of white smoke, and during the whole impact, the contact surface of the steel bar and the door rubbed hot.

The distance from the agricultural tricycle to this car is about 100 meters, so far and so powerful!

The power of the leaf spring heavy crossbow is definitely much stronger than the modified rifle he has at hand!

This is undoubtedly a heavy weapon, if it were in "Plants vs. Zombies", it would have to start as a corn cannon!

In the hot-blooded comics, this is the finishing move!

He also has a trick to press the bottom of the box, and he can't help but clench his fists and be in good spirits.

After testing his power, he went on to test the extreme distance, this time without a target, and shot at the open lane directly ahead.

In front is the side entrance of the villa area, the door is open, from here to the side gate is about 200 meters, and beyond there is the road.

He drove the farm tricycle a little farther away to the edge of the wall.

Turning off the fire and pulling out the key, he climbed onto the cargo box, sat on the H-beam, and pulled the string with all his might, and he had to pull the string with all his might.

Another shot, another buzz, and the steel flew out freely and disappeared.

He rode his bicycle along the driveway looking for traces of rebar and eventually found the rebar stuck in the dirt on the hill further down the road outside the villa.

A little estimate of the distance traveled by the bicycle riding, almost 400 meters, 400 meters of flying, the remaining kinetic energy can still be inserted into the soil with nearly half of the steel bars!

What a strong, fierce weapon!

Seeing the power of the leaf spring crossbow, he was moved to tears.

He spent hours dissecting the rotting and moldy body of the python, endured the discomfort, and got into the driver's seat of the truck where the corpse had been rotting for several years, and lasted more than a dozen hours of repetitive heavy labor.

All the hardships and hardships he endured, it was all worth it!

Today he's going to get rid of the mutant weaver's nest!

He simulated gasoline with a water bag and shot it out with a water bag with a steel bar.

However, the effect is not good, the water bag is too easy to break and fall off, but he quickly thought of a solution, use a sponge, sponge to absorb oil, insert it on the steel bar like a skewer, and then shoot it out.

He searched for sponges in the villa area and found a lot of sponge mops, which he ripped off and could use.

The snake's ability to sense vibrations, combined with his marksman's instincts, allowed him to grasp the right head well.

At 400 meters, he was sure that he was 400 meters away and hit the crooked neck tree.

It's an almost impossible distance to be detected, and it's the equivalent of a street away from the mutant weaver's nest.

Besides, he ran away after setting the fire, and those stupid birds couldn't find him!

After lunch, Kyungwon couldn't wait to get started.

He drove the farm tricycle and the leaf spring heavy crossbow to the fork in the road.

Catching a glimpse of the crooked-necked tree from afar, he stopped and drove the farm tricycle into the dirt path, hiding among the bushes.

He didn't rush to do it, but kept observing, observing the movement patterns of these mutant weavers.

They always move in and out in groups, and rarely fall alone.

The numbers were so large that it was hard to imagine how they gathered together, which made Kyungwon wonder, could they breed?

Or are they not the same bird, but are controlled by something that gathers together?

And, again, the tree ... I always feel that there is a problem with that strangely shaped crooked neck.

Anyway, after the fire was over, he prepared enough gasoline to find from the fuel tank of the blown out car.

The steel bars damaged the structure of the tank, causing gasoline to drip down the gap all the time.

Kyungwon didn't dare to take the initiative to wreak havoc on the car and look for gasoline in the tank.

First of all, how much oil is in it is not a fixed number, in addition, violently breaking the fuel tank may cause sparks to sputter and cause explosions, but there are ready-made ones, so he found a few basins to catch the dripping oil, and there is a lot of oil, which is enough to fill three basins.

He brought 30 large sponges, all soaked in the tank, and it was already full of oil.

Recording the number of birds coming in and out of his notebook, he found that as time went on, the number of birds going out became smaller and the number of birds coming back increased.

It seems that these weavers, like him, are also diurnal creatures.

So he waited patiently until it was dark, and when the fourteenth flock returned to the tree with crooked necks, he put on his gloves and skewered the sponge soaked in gasoline like a skewer of meat.