Nanxing pulled and pulled from the materials in the space, more wood, iron, carbon, soil and so on.

The weapons were the pesticides, and she had a high-pressure water cannon, which she had gotten from the Rael brothers.

There were Molotov cocktails to use, but she didn't have many Molotov cocktails.

If memory serves, the primary manufacturing table can make Molotov cocktails, glass bottles + gasoline + cloth will do.

In the case of glass, the manufacturing table can also be manufactured, which requires the use of quartz sand.

Nanxing felt the need to stock up on some raw materials.

It's just that now is not the time to think about this, and Nanxing quickly took the wood and iron out.

There are many kinds of iron in the space, iron wire, iron sheets, iron shelves, Nanxing used a tool to get a little iron sheet down and then stained it with a little blood.

These things are never thrown away by Nanxing, and they are used to lure zombies, and those infected creatures are a great weapon.

Rolling up the iron sheets, Nanxing put them into the small hole drilled into the wall and poked them out.

The gnawing sound soon sounded, and in less than a minute, Nanxing felt that the weight on his hands was much lighter.

When I took it in, I saw that it had been gnawed and rotten.

Tut.

The mouth is so good.

However, the thickness of the wall is a bit wrong.

Nanxing took out all the materials and tools in the space, put on an electric welding mask for himself, and got busy in the corner.

The tools and materials in hand are limited, and the manufacturing table is still being upgraded, so I can only barely make up for it.

It just so happened that the previous iron hanger for hanging clothes was not used up, and Nanxing used it to add wood chips, plastic sheeting, and barbed wire to make several boxes-like protective covers.

A boxy rectangle, the one she was going to take out had a hole drilled into one of the sides that could hold a spout for the special insecticide.

Glancing outside the door, the locusts were still making trouble, because there was still so much food for them in the basement, so the locusts outside did not move to another place.

Nanxing first covered all the wolves with iron boxes, and then put on his own equipment and gas masks before burrowing into the iron boxes.

The door to the basement was opened with an iron hook, and the black locusts rushed in, but the special insecticide in Nanxing's hand was not vegetarian.

With a stinging sound, gas erupted, and as soon as the locusts smelled the smell, they immediately fell from the air.

However, more locusts rushed into the basement from the outside, and Nanxing shifted direction as he killed the insects.

She had a flesh bag with her, and more locusts were coming towards her.

The locust stinging and clanging against the iron sheet, Nanxing frowned, and made a mistake.

You should have drilled holes on all four sides just now, and you should have improved it later.

As a bottle of special insecticide was sprayed, a large number of locusts died.

A bottle of insecticide can kill about 5,000 locusts, but there are probably hundreds of millions of locusts in the entire ranch area.

Thousands of locusts died, and there were only two or three small easter eggs scattered in the ground.

Nanxing replaced the insecticide and couldn't help but doubt his luck.

That's too wrong, isn't it?

There were a total of ten bottles of insecticide in the space, killing 60,000 or 70,000 locusts in the sky.

It seems that there is still something else to think of.

Nanxing quickly moves its position and prepares to return to the basement.

As a result, I saw the gnawed walls and doors.

If it weren't for the sturdy doors, they should have broken through the lines while Southstar was sleeping.

Not only here in the South Star, but all the houses where there are living creatures have been destroyed by them.

In the entire ranch area, except for Nanxing and the wolves hiding in the basement with her, there are no other normal living creatures.

This meant that all the animals she had been serving had been eaten by them.

Nanxing only felt heartache and retreated to the basement, there was no way to stay in this place any longer.

Judging by the thickness of the walls and the extent and speed at which they are gnawing, the place will be breached by them in less than 8 hours.

Burning the locusts circling in the basement with fire, Nanxing emerges from the tin box.

It's a terrible situation.

The wire they all ate was pitted, and if it weren't for the thick enough walls, their current situation would be really dangerous.

Releasing the wolves, Nanxing pulls out the vending machine, she needs a prop that can solve her current situation.

There are only 14 hours left in the armor, and I don't know if she has used so much time.

Headache.

Nanxing sat cross-legged on the improvised bed, staring at the vending machine seriously.

In fact, her current situation is that she lacks firepower.

In addition to the special insecticide to deal with those locusts, it is a flame, a flame with an ultra-high temperature.

It's nice to trade that infinite bullet Desert Eagle for a flamethrower with super high flame temperatures.

It's better to replace the tank's ammo launcher with a launcher that can shoot flames in all directions, as is the case with a tank.

But in that case, a desert eagle with infinite bullets shouldn't be enough?

Nanxing handed the note in, the super high defense and large interior space she had specially requested.

To Nanxing's surprise, a Desert Eagle with infinite bullets was enough to add 6 cubic meters of space.

It's just a desert eagle, but it's still worth some infinite bullets.

However, the Spitfire tank that was replaced did not have any ammunition.

Nanxing specially asked to use petroleum, gasoline, diesel, etc. as fuel, and she also had 19 cubic meters of gasoline.

Supposedly, enough, right?

Nanxing is also uncertain, but the Spitfire does have a large internal space capacity, except for the cab, which is open space.

You can stuff all the wolves in and then make a bunk for her to sleep on.

She can stuff all the members of the wolf pack into it.

Didn't stay in the basement any longer, took the wolf pack members, packed the basement luggage, and Nanxing prepared to leave.

Slightly familiarized myself with the structure inside the tank and the operation of the wheelhouse.

The official prop tank of the game is not like a regular tank, with a small and low interior space.

The height of the internal space of this tank is more than one meter and eight, which is enough for Nanxing.

After spending a moment familiarizing himself with the tank, Nanxing poured gasoline into the tank's fuel tank and began experimenting with the tank's power.

"Hoo ——!!"

Powerful flames erupted on the iron gate, which was soon blazing red, and the strange cries of mutated locusts rang out outside.

Nanxing was amazed at the power of the flames, but she soon understood why they were so powerful.

The rapidly declining fuel gauge made her heart tremble, and Nanxing quickly adjusted the temperature of the flames, which made the descent of the fuel gauge slow.

She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the fuel capacity of this tank was 1 cubic meter of gasoline.

Exactly 1000L.

(End of chapter)