The corpses under the wall were piled up two to three meters high. Seeing that it was about time, the survivors climbed up the wall with fuel cans and began to pour fuel under the wall. After a few cans of fuel were poured down, the survivors threw torches under the wall.
The fuel wasn't gasoline, but an organic synthetic fuel similar to alcohol. It must be mentioned that most of the cars in the 22nd century used high-capacity batteries instead of fossil fuels. Because of this, there were no gas stations in the entire Wanghai City. Instead, there were charging stations.
Controllable nuclear fusion made the electricity price in the 22nd century extremely cheap. A steady stream of electricity was produced from the nuclear fusion power station located on the moon, and then the electricity was transmitted from the moon to the relay satellite through wireless transmission, and then to the surface. Fossil fuels were naturally eliminated from people's daily lives.
Because of this, ten minutes after the war broke out, the world experienced a massive blackout. The few nuclear power plants and geothermal wells on the ground were only enough to maintain military production. A lot of nuclear fusion batteries stored in civilian facilities were confiscated and sent to the frontline as fuel for power armors and tanks.
To make matters worse, in the nuclear winter a few years after the war, the survivors who couldn't find any fuel almost collapsed. Without power, the induction cooker and electric cooker became a pile of scrap metal. Fortunately, the World Alliance Organization still played a role. Before they retreated, they at least left the relevant technology for the use of crystals, a large number of weapons that were not used in the war, and weapons production equipment that could still be used. This allowed the survivors who had to face both the mutant creatures and the harsh winter to survive.
Although these weapons indirectly led to the birth of a lot of raiders, they helped the survivors on the wasteland survive the most difficult days. Even if most survivors were angry and disappointed with the World Alliance Organization's seed ship plan, it was undeniable that they did some good deeds.
Flames soared into the sky.
Thick smoke rose from all four directions and surrounded the Fishbone base. The soldiers all put on gas masks, and the survivors covered their mouths and noses as they escaped from the wall.
The combustion rate of the fuel itself was very low, but the burning zombies were the exact opposite. The thick smoke surrounding the base was comparable to a chemical weapon, and it severely affected the vision of the soldiers on the wall.
At the same time, it wasn't easy to produce the fuel. Other than the Carm tree sap as a raw material, it also consumed 1.3 times the energy of combustion. With just 20 barrels of fuel, it used up 15 tons of Carm tree sap and 50,000 crystals.
War was a waste of money. Jiang Chen deeply understood this point.
Because of the smoke blocking effect, the zombies would not be able to rush over for a while. In addition to retaining the instinct to hunt for food, zombies also retained the fear of fire. Although they wouldn't run away, when faced with unbearable flames, zombies wouldn't take the initiative to approach.
After the drones confirmed that the zombies had stopped attacking, the soldiers on the wall finally got a chance to breathe. The soldiers with sore shoulders leaned against the wall and sat on the ground. Volunteers made up of workers and women who did not participate in the battle climbed up the wall and delivered nutrient supply, water, and towels to those who guarded them.
The fire would probably last for more than two hours.
When the fire died down and the wind blew, the one-story tall corpse would turn into ashes and scatter with the wind.
"The real challenge is at night, the zombies attack at all times." Looking at the smoke outside, Wang Zhaowu frowned.
"Can the soldiers hold on?" Jiang Chen asked nonchalantly.
"Divide into five shifts. Every two hours, 400 people will go down to sleep. The production line of machine guns and bullets can't be stopped. Even if they can't hold on, they have to. There isn't much fuel in the base, so this is the only way. "
The sentry tower that served as the command tower was equipped with an air filtration system. Although the smoke outside was billowing, the air inside was still normal.
"Can we use gasoline?" Jiang Chen suddenly asked.
"Gasoline?" Wang Zhaowu paused for a moment before a bitter smile appeared on his face. "It can, but where do we find that? Before the war, Wanghai was an economic center, not an industrial base. Even if there were factories that used gasoline in Wanghai, they would have already been scavenged by survivors looking for fuel. "
Although fossil fuels were eliminated, gasoline still existed for industrial use. Other than being combustible, gasoline was also an excellent organic solvent, as well as a raw material for rubber and plastic products.
Wang Zhaowu subconsciously thought that Jiang Chen was thinking about industrial gasoline since he didn't know Jiang Chen's secret.
A smile appeared on Jiang Chen's face as he rubbed his chin. "Don't worry about that, I'll find a way to get some."
"It would be best if you could," Wang Zhaowu said helplessly.
Just then, there was a soft knock on the door.
"Please come in."
The door opened, and a figure that surprised Jiang Chen appeared in the doorway.
The girl had a big gas mask on her face as she shyly walked into the command room. The white cotton dress was stained with dirty cigarette ash. Jiang Chen noticed that she was tightly hugging a delicate lunch box.
"Yaoyao? Why are you here? "Jiang Chen walked over and asked in surprise.
"I, I was worried that you were hungry." Yaoyao took off her gas mask and shyly smiled at Jiang Chen. She then took out the lunch box in her arms. "Eh, so I made food and brought it here."
Wang Zhaowu saw this and tactfully turned around to face the wall.
But in his mind, he muttered, [Good thing my daughter is only one year old …]
He didn't know what Jiang Chen would think if he heard his thoughts.
"Have you eaten?" Jiang Chen half-squatted down and lovingly rubbed Yaoyao's head.
"Not yet." Yaoyao embarrassedly scratched her face as she whispered.
"Then let's go back and eat together." Jiang Chen smiled.
"But, is it okay here?" Yaoyao worriedly looked at the thick smoke outside.
"General, don't worry, I'll be fine here." Wang Zhaowu turned around at the right time and said.
[Not bad, smart guy.]
Jiang Chen nodded at him with a smile and then held Yaoyao's hand.
"Let's go, let's call Sun Jiao."
"Mhmm!" Yaoyao nodded. Holding the familiar big hand, a happy smile appeared on her face.
After putting on the gas mask with Yaoyao, Jiang Chen found Sun Jiao at the corner of the stairs with a sniper rifle. Looking at her dark face, Jiang Chen held back his laughter as he handed the gas mask to her.
"I'm going to choke." Sun Jiao exaggeratedly rolled her eyes as she grabbed the gas mask and put it on.
"I told you to stay home, but you had to come out." Jiang Chen scolded her.
"I was happy to. Also, I killed 51 throwers today. Don't you think I should be praised? "Sun Jiao brushed her dusty hair as she puffed out her chest.
"When you lose a piece of meat, I'll deal with you."
Jiang Chen "viciously" stared at her. Although no one could see each other's expression through the mask, Jiang Chen's expression remained the same.
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