Subway Line 35, the waiting room of Xinfeng Station. The vanguard of CCCP's exploration of Subway Line 35 was stationed here.
Jiang Chen guessed correctly. Those flesh and blood were indeed no match for the steel armor, at least not the mutants wandering on Line 35. The CCCP tanks easily ran over the zombies and left behind a pile of meat.
The only trouble they encountered was a group of spitters and a few Roshans that threw things around.
However, what he encountered was merely trouble, not even danger.
They conquered three subway stations along the way. The surface of two of the subway stations had collapsed to varying degrees. Only the Xinfeng Building Station located within the Fifth Ring Road was still intact.
Yegor issued an order to rest and reorganize. More than a dozen tanks blocked the lanes on both ends, and the remaining armored vehicles cleared the zombies in the waiting room with the cooperation of the infantry and cleared out an open space. Several MCV's slowly drove over and put down the support in the waiting room hall.
On the hundred-meter-long ramp, soldiers in Russian-made military uniforms used polyethylene bulletproof panels and piled up simple fortifications at the ticket gates of the subway station. They set up machine guns and guarded against possible threats outside the subway station.
After setting up camp, Yegor jumped down from the tank covered in flesh and blood and walked in the direction of the minibus.
Not far away, the engineers were using shovels to shovel piles of meat from the tank, collect them into boxes, transport them to the organic converter, and process them into nutrient supplies. Behind the armored vehicles were bags of spitter corpses. Soldiers in chemical protective suits rummaged through the corpses with daggers to recover the crystals of the spitters.
The crystals contained rich energy that could be converted into electricity through a special generator or made into a pseudo nuclear fusion battery to power the tank's engine.
Although these crystals were not as large as the ones condensed in the bodies of the mutants in the Siberian wilderness, they were larger in number, larger than the Russians who just came out of the wilderness could imagine.
Inside the communication base, Sminov was contacting the large force in the rear.
When he saw Egor entering the MCV, he immediately stood up and saluted.
"How's the harvest?" Yegor nodded and motioned for him to sit down. He pulled out a chair and sat opposite him. "Tell me in detail."
"The captured organic matter produced a total of 3000 nutrient supplies and 1000 crystals. The fifty newly cultivated clone soldiers in the incubation base have awakened and are currently undergoing training in the virtual training facility, "Sminov reported.
The CCCP frontline forces had two artifacts, one was the clone soldiers, and the other was the Nano Serum.
The former formed the Soviet's cannon fodder army, and the latter formed the super soldiers in the Soviet army. Both gave NATO and Pan-Asian Cooperation headaches.
In the culture tank, with sufficient nutrients, the clone only needed ten days to grow from an infant to an adult. After a little training, it could rush into the battlefield with a rifle. The clones "produced" through this technology would not have an IQ of more than 100, and their average lifespan was less than 10 years. Their only value was to suppress the enemy's frontlines with numbers and consume the enemy's ammunition … But it was surprisingly useful.
As long as he commanded them properly, they would be extremely effective on the battlefield.
As for the Nano Serum, that could be discussed later.
Rich in organic matter and abundant energy, the mutants in the entire East Siberia combined couldn't compare to the subway in Shangjing. While they were still fighting for survival and extreme weather, the survivors of Pan-Asian Cooperation were sitting on such a treasure land.
Compared with Uelian, which was covered in ice and snow all year round, this was heaven …
"This is heaven," Yegor couldn't help but exclaim.
What he was most glad about now was that he chose to go south to Pan-Asia instead of going west across Siberia to Moscow.
"That's right." Sminov also said emotionally, "It's not just those weak zombies and mutants. Just now, our field researchers found a fluorescent fungus in the subway station, which is rich in nitrogen and phosphorus and can be used as a substitute for some chemical raw materials … I have to say, there are good things everywhere."
As soon as he heard about chemical raw materials, Yegor's expression changed and he hurriedly asked the question he was most concerned about.
"How is the ammunition production line?"
"The ammunition production line has begun to run. We dismantled some of the subway facilities for recycling, and metal resources have been supplemented to a certain extent, but other resources are still lacking … especially oil and its substitutes, rubber, and some chemical raw materials. "
Ammunition had always been a big problem that troubled the Uelian Border Guards. Without the support of industry, it was almost impossible to maintain this huge armored force. Fortunately, they had dozens of base vehicles. As long as they could get resources, it was not a problem to achieve a certain degree of self-sufficiency.
Of course, the premise was that they could collect resources.
When he heard the news that the ammunition production line had begun to run, the big stone that had been pressing on Yegor's heart for a long time was finally put down. His weather-beaten face finally squeezed out a smile.
"Sir."
"What's wrong?"
"Are we going to continue to explore?" Sminov glanced out of the window of the base. "The current resources are enough for us to digest for a long time."
"Why not?"
"But …"
"You want to talk about the problem of benefits and risks, right?" Yegor grinned. He was in a good mood today, so his temper was a lot better. "My dear Comrade Sminov, I know what you mean. After all, our harvest today is probably more than a week's harvest in the Siberian wilderness. Especially the organic synthesis furnace that is running non-stop, the wonderful sound is like singing. To be honest. I never imagined that one day we could live such a rich life. "
"Then why …" Sminov said hesitantly.
Although he hadn't encountered any danger so far, the pitch-black tunnel gave him an ominous premonition.
It was as if the end of the tunnel led straight to hell.
"Did you notice?" Yegor narrowed his eyes as he looked in the direction of the railway line. "The lane here is very wide, and even in the middle of the train passage, there is a cement road for two cars to run side by side."
In the beginning, Yegor only wanted to use the subway line to launch a surprise attack on the NAC's steel airships. However, as he continued to go deeper into the subway, he faintly noticed something unusual.
"This is the strategic passage of Pan-Asia Cooperation." Yegor pointed to his feet and said, "The underground transportation network of this city together constitutes the main transportation route during the Pan-Asia Cooperation war."
Sminov nodded. It was obvious that he had noticed this as well.
Just …
What about it?
"Comrade Sminov, I don't know if you have considered a question." With his hands behind his back, Yegor grinned. "For example, what is buried under this intricate subway network?"
"Why are you so sure that there must be something buried underneath?" Sminov was puzzled.
"The intuition of a commander." Yegor pointed to his head with his index finger, and a hint of excitement flashed in his pupils. "My intuition tells me that there must be something buried underneath. It may be a superweapon, or it may just be a pile of useless gold. But in any case, I can't sit back and watch it lie under my feet without me doing anything. Do you understand this feeling? Comrade Sminov. "
Taking a deep breath, Sminov nodded.
"I understand."
"That's good." Yegor looked at him, nodded, and turned to walk out of the minibus.
However, as soon as he stepped out of the door, he suddenly stopped.
"Right." Turning to look at Sminov, Yegor pointed to his feet. "Are there a lot of fungi here?"
Slightly stunned, Sminov nodded.
"I don't know if a lot counts, but there are a lot of them. It's just that most fungi are inedible. Even as a raw material for nutrient supply, the organic matter utilization is not high, not as good as mutants … "
"Not edible, it has nothing to do with food." Yegor grinned. "I heard that there is a kind of wine, it seems to be called … mushroom wine."
Sminov was taken aback for a moment, and a hint of ecstasy gradually spread across his face.
Wine!
Mushroom wine!
The two Russians looked at each other and grinned at the same time.
Wine was a good thing!
Even if it was wine made from poisonous mushrooms, as long as the wine was distilled and mixed with nutrient supply, it could be drinkable.
As for whether it tasted bad or not, who cared?
In any case, vodka was more or less the same taste of alcohol mixed with water. Many people had not tasted alcohol for more than ten years. Even the worst blended alcohol was a rare wine for these old Russians who loved alcohol as much as their lives.
As long as it was alcohol, they were never picky!
"I have a task for you." Yegor's expression changed. "Take two field researchers out and solve the problem of brewing drinkable mushroom wine for me!"
As if he had already smelled the alcohol, Sminov's chest was raised high, and he roared with high morale.
"I promise to complete the task!"
"Then go!"
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