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Updated: 2014-01-3108:00:00441.Chapter 441 Our Human Civilization

", Chen Lei, you idiot, tap and tap, these things all need to be handled with care!" Zheng Yuntian foamed at the mouth and scolded loudly. The team members around him all lowered their heads and chuckled, looking at Chen Lei with an innocent face. The college student was very careful just now, Zheng Yuntian was in a demon, and these materials were too important for a professional like him.

People are now in the air force airfield, and since Gong Xiuli and the others joined, the supplies of the air base have become the property of the Doomsday team. If there is no strange fog, in fact, the air force airfield is also a very good base choice. But now people have to relocate as much as possible, and they don't have much manpower and material resources to take care of it.

Huaxia's military supplies and civilian supplies are completely two concepts, and Xiang Yuning, whose eyes are shining, can't wait to tear down the walls of the base and take them away. The technicians of the communications platoon squatted at the base for several days studying how to disassemble the communications equipment.

"In fact, this radar is completely useless to us, and now there is no air force at all, and zombies can't fly." Leng Yang said to himself, he kept stroking the stubble on his chin, and his eyes looked directly at the radar in the open electric door.

This radar has become rusty due to lack of maintenance, and it would be good for Gong Xiuli and the others to be able to protect the most important tower. The people in the headquarters have also discussed, even if they bring a lot of supplies, they are useless, and these things have to be wiped by hand every day.

But the otaku was reluctant, he finally saw a military airport that belonged to him, and he couldn't wait to use the big diversion technique to move the entire airport away. "Prioritize dismantling the equipment that can be used, and then plastering all of these things and bringing them back to the base, even if it is used as a steel stockpile."

Listening to Leng Yang's words, Li Xiaoshi and the others shrugged, "Hehe, Lao Jiang, you lost." A brother in the evening with a pack of cigarettes. You still don't know much about the cold team, how can the guy who has to squeeze oil out of the stone give up. Li Daxian had a smile on his face, and Jiang Jianhong with a bitter face was opposite him.

Leng Yang pouted, how did these guys know the pain of the former otaku, it was an era when a grain of rice had to be counted in the pot. Now they are just on the road, and they must insist on being diligent and thrifty. It's better to work harder, and only when there is a crisis can you have enough chips.

The fuel in the air force airfield, as well as the ammunition and spare parts of the fighter planes, were all taken back to the base by people like rats. The fighters can't fly, but their ammunition is still there, and although there are not many of these rockets and missiles, they are all powerful weapons of damage, and there is always a way to use them.

All kinds of exercise equipment and nutritionist's dispensing equipment have also been removed, although many glass products have been broken and many equipment are rusty, but there is always something to use. Now all that remains is the communication equipment at the airport tower.

This is also the best place for Gong Xiuli and her team to maintain, and it can basically be used normally, but there is no way for people to take away a lot of large equipment. "This is going to be taken away, let Li Xiaoshi and them tear down the wall, and in the future, we will build a special communication tower."

Ma Ping smiled and blossomed, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, and he who had always been a good woman who had no rice to cook, now developed. "Ma Gong, even if we have these equipment, it's useless, now the basic Jiangcheng area, the areas where we can receive the signal, have been too busy to take care of themselves."

When Gong Xiuli talked about this, her whole eyes turned red, and she remembered the farewell messages. "Most of the remaining bases after the apocalypse have basically disappeared, or they are too far away from us to detect them, and there are no other bases within a radius of two hundred kilometers or something like that."

Ma Ping smiled and shook his head at her, "Major Gong, I haven't thought about contacting those people outside, it's useless to get in touch, can we still meet with millions of zombies?" Looking at Gong Xiuli and a few female soldiers with doubts in their eyes, Ma Ping patted the keyboard next to him very confidently.

"I want to modify these equipment and build our own communication network, and the requirements are not high, within one or two hundred kilometers, we can use walkie-talkies at will." Actually, Ma Ping is not right, it is radio contact, but they can expand outward by building base stations, and with these devices it is really hopeful to do it.

"Think about it, through the radio, Shibaozhai, Linjiang County, the wharf, and the 'Iowa' are connected in real time. It's a lot more realistic to connect with the rest of the people out there who are fighting on their own, and it's all our own team, on call! ”

Looking at Ma Ping, who was excited, and even a little ecstatic, Gong Xiuli and the others finally understood. The team has never pinned their hopes on outsiders, whether it is the army or others, they just silently use their own efforts to increase the probability of their survival.

"Horseman, we listen to you for everything." The female soldiers have indeed learned a lot in the past few days of joining the team, and if they want to save others, they must first save themselves. No matter what era, pinning your hopes on others is the most helpless choice, and only the strength in your own hands is real.

However, because of Ma Ping's words today, Gong Xiuli and the others forgot one thing, which made Leng Yang and them encounter great difficulties in the future. But that's all for later, and people are still intoxicated with the huge gains.

Unlike the elated communication platoon, Yan Shibin and the others now have a sad face. Everyone in the technical department, even Mo Mingdong, who had been busy building cold weapons, were all standing in a cave built in a large cave, and in front of them were three still proud war eagles.

The skin of these three fighters is no longer shining silver, and the willow nails everywhere are full of dazzling red rust spots, making the fighters seem to have a layer of red pockmarks. And near the landing gear and air intake, there are large rust spots, like psoriasis.

The originally glorious war eagle gave people the feeling that they had been in this cave for decades, and had changed from a weapon of the country in its prime to a weapon of obsolescence in its twilight years. But people know that just a few months ago, they could still gallop in the blue sky, and they were still the proud of the sky.

Liu Wennan climbed out of the cabin, and a small groove appeared on the body of his gloves. A group of people looked at him blankly, and the engineer, who rarely smoked, silently took out a cigarette from Yan Shibin's pocket and smoked it in a big gulp.

"Liu Gong, you can say something, save these fighters." The corners of Huang Jiehui's eyes almost cracked, and he shouted hoarsely at Liu Wennan. The mechanical engineer of this National Defense University is the last hope of these mechanics, but as a mechanic, he did not take good care of the fighter plane, which is an eternal pain in their hearts.

"Ahem, ahem." Liu Wennan was not used to the smell of tobacco, and he coughed loudly. "Captain Huang, there's no hope." The engineer's voice choked up, "There's no hope, the inside of the fighter plane has been corroded." Even if we clean the epidermis, it won't be able to fly. ”

Warhawks are different from cars and ships, and even if there are three warhawks here, people can't disassemble the parts and put them together. This is the highest crystallization of human science and technology, and every component requires sophisticated instruments to manually assemble fighters, which was a matter of World War II in the last century.

Professor Guan Mingsi rested his fist on his forehead and closed his eyes, while several technicians around him clenched their fists fiercely, they were all full of remorse. Hate this damn end times, this damn fog, how come the damn self is not from a fighter plane manufacturing background.

People actually had a premonition in their hearts, and they also knew about the deeds of that pilot squadron leader, and if it wasn't for the last step, he wouldn't have used that tragic way. But when they saw these warhawks parked in the hangar, keeping their wings ready to fly, people still had an inexplicable impulse in their hearts.

This is the most powerful weapon they have encountered, and it is a real weapon that can easily fight against the zombie horde. But now they can only watch, watching these warhawks that once made people full of pride and strong confidence park here forever.

Huang Jiehui fell to the ground with a soft butt, and the man was crying silently. The man who hasn't cried since middle school has cried many times since the warplane corroded. But after learning that there were real mechanical engineers on the team, he had a glimmer of hope, maybe it was just that he was not good at it.

But this world is ruthless, maybe the fighter can actually be repaired now, but there is no such talent in the team, there is no such equipment. They are already the most powerful team in the vicinity, and even if people are lucky, they may have these conditions in the future, but these warhawks will not be able to wait for that time.

"Lao Huang, everyone knows that you feel uncomfortable, cry out, cry out better." Yan Shibin gently patted Huang Jiehui and the other mechanic on the shoulder. He had also had this feeling of powerlessness, and when he took Leng Yang and them into the factory to see the corroded lathe for the first time, he felt the same as Huang Jiehui.

I don't know when, Leng Yang's figure appeared beside the people, and he slowly walked in front of Huang Jiehui and them. "Huang Jiehui, the fighter plane is very important. But in my eyes, only being alive is the most important thing. ”

"There are a lot of zombies, so what's going on? A few hundred of us can kill tens of thousands. The red monster is very powerful, but we can still kill it. We were able to kill them because of the weapons we have, but more importantly because of all of us, those of us who are alive. ”

"At first we had to use crossbows, and then we grabbed a few guns. Later, we were able to make our own crossbows and arrows, we had a large collection of guns and ammunition, and now we can even reload them. All this is coming step by step, as long as we live, one day we will make guns ourselves, make tanks, build warplanes. ”

"But the premise of all that is that we live, not only do we live, but more people live. The Warhawk is nothing without it, and we won't drive it without a pilot anyway. What we need is to move forward step by step and reach the day of victory. ”

Leng Yang's eyes kept scanning the comrades in front of him, "The excellence of our zombies is not how many earth-destroying weapons we have, but our creativity. At most, zombies evolve and mutate, and we can re-establish our civilization. Build that human civilization that has a powerful weapon on the outside and a convenient life on the inside! ”

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