There are a total of five steel bars, and the arrows of each steel bar are strung with six oil-absorbing sponges, soaked in oil barrels and pickled, and in order to increase the balance, the back of these five steel bars is stained with some feathers.

It's chicken feathers, torn from a feather duster.

It was already dark, and Kyungwon waited for an hour, delaying the flock of birds to return to the nest.

When it was time to make a move, he pulled the strings with all his might, and put the rebar on the leaf spring heavy crossbow.

The crosshair is already in place and doesn't need to be adjusted.

Pull the machine, release the arrow!

The three wheels of agriculture shook under the tremendous force of the shock, and the steel bars drew a graceful arc in the air and stuck to the trunk of the crooked-necked tree.

The trunk of the tree shook, and some dust and ash leaves fell.

The flock of weavers was alarmed, and he could feel the flapping of wings from a distance.

He didn't rush to shoot a second round of sponge rebars, because he was a little worried that the birds would spot him 400 meters away.

In fact, the weaver was not aware of him, the initiator, but a small number of birds emerged from the nest and flew around the steel bars inserted in the trunk of the tree, pecking at the steel bars.

They didn't know what it was, and even if they attacked the rebar, the rebar wouldn't react.

After a fruitless attack, the silly birds quickly calmed down and flew back to their nests.

When Jing Yuan found out that these mutant weavers didn't take steel bars seriously at all, the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

In fact, he understood early on that these mutant weavers would never be able to understand what steel was, what gasoline was, and what sponges and crossbows were.

This is the crushing of technology, and high-tech beats primitive creatures.

Tools and weapons allow a person to exert a power that is countless times more powerful than himself.

It is precisely because human beings have learned to use tools and constantly delve into new technologies that they can occupy resources on land and even fly to space to explore the universe!

He knew that he had already won, and that he only needed to complete the process before he could destroy the flock of weavers and keep himself safe.

Then pull the string and shoot the arrow, three steel bars inserted into the sponge are shot out in turn, and the four steel bars are tied very evenly on the trunk from the bottom to the top.

The sponges ripped off the mops were dripping with oil, and the pungent gasoline flowed down the rebar, clinging to the rough bark and onto the mutant weavers that pecked at the rebar and sponges.

Many weavers lost the ability to fly due to gasoline on their wings and fell to the roots of trees.

They struggled, not understanding why they couldn't fly, and their kind didn't care whether they were alive or dead, and after launching a series of attacks on the rebar, perhaps thinking that they had killed the aliens in the long strips, they flew back to the nest to rest.

The surroundings calmed down again, and Kyungwon inserted the last of the sponge rebar into the leaf spring heavy crossbow that had been pulled in line.

He lit a match and threw it at the oil-soaked sponges

- Boom!

The flames ignited instantly, dispelling the darkness.

Tongues of fire pulsed in his pupils, and he pulled out the crossbow, the strings made of snake tendons bouncing back with great force, firing the last flaming arrows.

A crimson beam of light drew a graceful parabola in the night sky, the tail flame was as long as a fiery meteor across the sky, and the gasoline burned and dripped down, like the art of flames.

When the meteor fell, the steaming gasoline vapor burst into a beam of flame more than ten meters high.

If gasoline is exposed to the air and evaporates, it only takes 50 or 60 degrees to reach its flash point!

It was at this moment that it was like a brilliant firework blooming!

The crooked-necked tree was ignited like a pear blossom of a fire tree, and the stacks of grass hanging from the branches seemed to be excellent flammables, and in a matter of seconds, the tree became a great torch.

The flock of weavers has gone completely mad, they are burned by the flames, looking for a way out in the intricate nests, but where is the way out? There was fire everywhere.

- Hot, scorching, blazing fire! A fire that will burn everything out!

They couldn't understand where the flames came from, and they didn't find out where the enemy was until they were burned to death.

Kyungwon stood on the cargo box of the agricultural tricycle and watched the end of this grand firework.

The flocks of weavers that broke free from the flames of the flames flew outward like fireworks, but they soon slipped off as their wings burned, and with a few swings, they fell heavily to the ground.

Looking at this scene from afar, it looks like a large fairy stick firework bursting out with sparks.

It's beautiful, and at the cost of death, Weaver Bird presents this unique performance.

Unfortunately, there was only one viewer, Kyung-won, who was the planner of the show and the only audience.

There were no cheers or exclamations, and he sat on the crate, silently watching the death of the weaver.

But it was a bit too monotonous to look like that, so he took out his radio, switched to a soothing pure piano music, and pressed play.

The music is as light as the waves of the sea, but with electronic noise, like an old-fashioned record player from the last century.

He thought he would always remember this beautiful moment that accompanied countless deaths, so he took out his notebook and tried to draw the picture.

It was all a foregone conclusion, and the sparks drifted into the night sky with the heated updraft, carrying burning detritus and gray-red embers falling like snowflakes.

The fire ignited the weeds around the crooked neck tree, and the whole field burned, and it seemed that it would not stop for a while.

But he didn't leave in a hurry, it had taken so much effort, and there was no hurry to wait a while.

He had been waiting for the monster cluster icon on the map to disappear, and finally, after a long three hours, the flock of weavers had been wiped out by him.

The cluster turned into an exclamation point, indicating that there was still uncollected loot here, and was there anything else he could use?

He didn't know what it would be, but the fire was not extinguished at all, it was still burning.

If a tree like this is quite old, if it burns, it may not be extinguished for several days, and with his conditions, it is almost impossible to extinguish the fire, so he can only look at it after a while.

In short, he solved a major problem in his heart, and he could continue his happy infrastructure work again.

He drove away on three farm wheels, and there was no need to worry about it on the way.

When he returned to the house, it was already late at night, he didn't rush to sleep, and it took him an hour to write down the records of the fourth and fifth contact with Xiao Yun'er, and at the same time, on the infectious body illustrated book, he did a good job of formatting the mutant python, deformed goldfish eye monster, industrial fungus tree, and mutant weaver sparrow, and the content was not in a hurry.

He ate some more white rice, but was surprised to find that rice barely relieved his hunger.

That bloodthirsty desire to kill kept surging from the bottom of my heart.

But this kind of thing had never happened in the past ten days, and it stands to reason that he would have no problem eating human food.

The only difference between his diet in the last few days and the previous ten days is that he has been eating rice for the past two or three days.

Is it because of the meat? Before, he was eating canned food every day, and there was an intake of protein and meat?

After thinking about this, he immediately opened a can of canned meat and ate it into his stomach.

It has an effect, and the hunger has been reduced a lot.

He seemed to have to replenish meat and protein constantly, but his meat reserves were running low, with only a dozen or so cans left, as well as a pack of vacuum-packed sausages and bacon.

If you want to survive this winter safely, it seems that rice alone is not enough, you must also find enough meat reserves, if there is no meat supplement for a long time, his consciousness... Probably going to be devoured by mold... Even memories and self may not be preserved.

(ps:The two chapters will be sent together today.,Sanjiang PK seems to be hopeless.,It should be on the shelves next Friday or on the 1st)