August 8th, late summer.

On the high ground 3 kilometers away from the Fort Benning base, a group of Umbrella Company workers are busy in full swing.

A large number of excavators and rollers are digging straight ditches and compacting the soft ground on the high ground according to the blueprints provided by the construction engineer.

Plumbers and electricians work together to bury all the high-voltage cables and lines that need to be buried in the excavated tunnel.

Some of the construction workers who lay the concrete fill the huge pits with cement.

In the middle of these tunnels are wind turbines seventy or eighty meters high.

Leon was wearing a high-tech black Guardian armor and no helmet, and his tall figure of nearly two meters stood out in the crowd.

He was followed by a thin white man in his 50s, dressed in a simple suit, wearing old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, and his hair and beard were neatly groomed.

This old gentleman's name is Benjamin Trast, a veteran power engineer who has been engaged in the power manufacturing industry for more than 30 years, although he is not very well-known in the industry, but his professional skills are still very commendable.

However, in the last days, his own ability did not play the slightest role, before joining the umbrella company, this old man has been wandering on the edge of the relatively safe villages, relying on catching fish and shrimp, digging birds' eggs, digging vegetable roots to survive, if it were not for the fact that he later mixed into a small group of kinder survivors, it is estimated that with his body, he would not survive the disaster for three months.

However, now that the umbrella company needs to build its own power system, this little old man in the power engineering department suddenly becomes a pivotal role in the engineering department.

Looking at the hot construction site, looking at the wind turbines that were nearly 70 meters high before the blades were installed, Leon thought for a while and asked Benjamin:

"Mr. Benjamin, how many kilowatt-hours of electricity can such a wind turbine generate in a day?"

Although Benjamin maintained a serious expression on his face, his tone could not help but carry some flattery towards the superior, and said:

"Mr. Custer, such a wind turbine would produce about 38,000 kWh of electricity if it were to work at full capacity 24 hours a day, but that would put a considerable burden on the machines themselves and seriously reduce their service life."

"Our advice is that working between 16 and 20 hours a day is the best option."

"Moreover, most of our wind turbines, which were dismantled and transferred from other places, have been used for several years, and continue to use them at full capacity, and it is estimated that their lifespan should not last for more than ten years."

Leon nodded, and continued thoughtfully as he asked:

"If we were to completely phase out those diesel generators, how much power would be needed to meet the power needs of the Fort Benning site?"

The old man knew that his big boss didn't like to listen to those professional and cumbersome data, so he immediately calculated in his brain a few times before replying:

"Mr. Custer, after our measurements and estimates, the current electricity consumption of our base is about 150,000 kWh per day, but considering the increase in population in the future and the scale of our base, a town of about 100,000 people, its electricity consumption is about 1.5 million kWh."

"But according to the different degrees of industrialization, industrial electricity consumption is basically 3~8 times that of civil electricity, so if we want to meet our electricity demand at this stage, I suggest that at least we should keep the electricity production between 500,000 kWh and 1 million kWh."

Listening to the old engineer Benjamin's concise explanation, Leon nodded clearly, he calculated that the full load of a wind turbine is 38,000 kilowatt-hours of electricity, if the machine is given an appropriate amount of rest time, the daily power production is about 30,000 kilowatt-hours, that is to say, almost more than 20 electric generators, can meet the current power demand of the base.

He glanced at the scale of the building on the site, thought for a moment, and asked:

"Can we install 30 wind turbines in this wind farm?"

The old man shook his head a little embarrassedly and said:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Custer, but wind turbines are more demanding on space and location, and they need to be in an open area to work properly."

"This piece of land is the closest place to us for a wind farm."

"However, there is limited space here, so only about 18 wind turbines can be installed, and if the number increases, it will affect the power generation of other generators."

The old man explained while carefully observing the change in Leon's expression, and saw that the big boss didn't seem to be angry, but he still added cautiously:

"I talked to some of the power engineers for a long time and agreed that we could build a solar power plant on top of wind power, and I saw that we had a lot of solar panels in our warehouse, all of which were high-quality new products collected from Atlanta."

"Although solar power stations are not as efficient as wind power plants in terms of power production efficiency, they do not have high requirements for terrain, labor and technology, and they are quite convenient to maintain."

"Building a solar power plant is just enough to make up for our lack of electricity production."

After thinking about it, Leon agreed with the old man's idea, but soon he thought of a problem: wind and solar power plants are built outside the base, which is easy to be targeted, and must be double-insured.

He muttered for a few seconds and commanded:

"I'm going to divide a piece of land for you inside the base, and after you're done building a wind and solar power plant, you're going to start building a thermal power station on that land."

"Normally, they are on standby, but when the external power stations fail, this thermal power station has to take over and provide the most basic power supply to the inside of the base."

Benjamin probably guessed the boss's intentions, and complimented him in a joking tone:

"No problem, boss, you still see it more comprehensively, we will work overtime to get this done for you."

Leon also showed a kind smile in business, accepted the old man's compliment, praised him with a few words of backhand, and under the leadership of the old engineer, he had a good understanding of what a wind power station is.

At noon, Peggy's little beauty drove a modified jeep to pick him up and take him home for dinner, and Leon politely invited Benjamin to have lunch with him, but the old man had mixed up with the society for decades, and he had a good eye to postpone the invitation under the pretext of being busy with work.

Leon was not reluctant, and after getting into the little beauty's car, Peggy kissed him on the lips very sweetly, and then took him, a hunk man, home.

Since becoming pregnant, Leon has not let Peggy follow the combat unit anymore, instead letting his younger brother Sherman take over his sister's job, leading the cadets of the Armed Mechanics to clear the large corpses across the continent.

And the little beauty Peggy, among the young people, selected more than a dozen clever and talented students, and launched a new armed machinery training class within the base.

As a result, Peggy has more free time to study the home cooking skills she likes, and every time it comes to dinner, as long as Leon is still near the base, the little beauty will personally drive over to pick him up, and most of the time she will call Amy, and the three of them will happily share the food together.

Recently, however, Leon has been a little scared to see little Amy, since the company has entered the era of large infrastructure, there are currently more than a dozen functional facilities under construction, and the staff who are working on them in various places is close to 1,000 people.

So many government affairs and demands, personnel allocation, material transfer, and the government affairs team in the company are operating at full capacity.

Little Amy also seems to have discovered that the big boss is always lazy and slippery, so she began to supervise Leon's work more strictly.

During this period of time, Leon couldn't even spare time to play a game, and kept running around various construction sites and facilities.

A steel processing plant, a steel mill, a food processing plant, a mechanical repair center, a building materials processing plant, a car gas station, and a comprehensive parts processing plant.

Not only these industrialized grassroots facilities, taking into account the general bullets and shells, can only be stored in an unopened state for more than ten years, and once opened, the preservation time will be shortened to about a year.

Lyon must within a few years establish a complete system of military production, from mining to the preparation of gunpowder, from metal smelting to the production of sophisticated warhead magazines.

Not only that, but if they wanted to make more advanced weapons and equipment, they had to have more sophisticated smelting factories and processing machines, and the quality of alloys required for ordinary weapons and precision weapons was very different.

However, these were only the beginnings of heavy industrial factory work, when time went on and the materials left over from peacetime ran out or reached the end of their useful life.

The amount of manpower and material resources needed by people, such as clothing, cooking spices, chemicals, sweets and alcohol, and all kinds of light industrial products, is unimaginable in order to restore the production of these daily necessities.

However, in the current period, they can continue to enjoy the blessings of the old era for more than 10 years, and many of the materials they have collected are basically even to the point where they cannot be consumed by extravagance and waste.

But as a long-term and cautious leader, Lyon had to lay the groundwork for the next 10, 20 or even 50 years long ago.

After eating enough and exercising with his two little wives for a while, he started busy work again.

In the afternoon, we will go to see a new vacuum compression food processing plant located inside the base.

This was also Leon's whim, and he thought that since there was so much food in existence, even if he ate it, he would not be able to use it up, so why not collect it and reprocess it into vacuum-compressed food similar to military rations.

These vacuum-compressed foods, with some preservatives, can be easily stored for more than a few decades if they are sealed in a suitable place.

Just think about it, enough food for 10 million people in Georgia for a few years could be used for hundreds of years by their compressed vacuum.

Of course, this is just casual speculation, and the real situation is certainly much more complicated and difficult than this, but being able to store a batch of emergency food that does not rot for decades can be a life-saving solution in the event of a food panic or other accidents in the future.

Moreover, it was not a highly technical one, and Lyon, having dispatched a dozen technicians to work in this area, and found in the library how to make military rations for each country, began to prepare for the construction of the factory.

It is not expected that they can surpass the military food manufacturing technology of decades ago, as long as they can learn how to make vacuum compressed food that does not rot for decades, it can be regarded as a great achievement for mankind.

Picking, encouraging and seducing, he was busy until dusk, and was taken home by Peggy again for dinner.

Leon snuck out again, to one of the director's offices at the Mephara Research Center.

During this time, Dr. Mephala returned to the Atlanta base with several researchers escorted by the Stinger team because of the need for specialized research equipment from the Atlanta CDC.

That base has always been under the strict control of the umbrella company, in addition to a team of about thirty permanent elite troops stationed for defense, there has always been a group of researchers left behind in the underground base, conducting various research.

Pushing open the door of the office, Leon looked up and saw a tall and slender figure with long chestnut hair, but Hathaway, who looked like a small and fruitful literary beauty.

She was holding a thick book, sitting in a leather office chair, frowning, reading intently, sometimes biting her fingertips, and thinking quietly.

With a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, Leon locked the door of the house, and used his skills beyond ordinary people to sneak behind Hathaway, close the curtains with his hand, and hugged her, blocking her voice in the girl's exclamations.

The girl's originally panicked eyes immediately turned into anger after touching the man's dark green eyes, and then quickly filled with hazy flattery.

The door of the office had been locked for more than two hours, and when the other researchers tried to consult the new head of Hathaway's research, they found that there was always some strange movement coming from the locked door.

It was a whisper that the researchers, who were mostly single dogs, could only be heard on the pay channel, and made the men and women moan excitedly.

Brothers, the Chinese New Year is over, and I will resume the number of updates that have passed every day. I hope you will support me.

(End of chapter)