doomsday survival

Chapter 355 The Battle of Weapons
Hearing what Feng Chen said, Shi Jian laughed and said: "This is very normal, they are not a tribe, of course there will be some people who are not convinced by each other. To put it bluntly, they are just a group of prisoners on the run. It’s just a small group organized at the time, it won’t last long.”

Feng Chen nodded in agreement, and did not continue on this topic, but asked: "Mr. Shi, how do they arrange it specifically?"

"Just as I said before," Shi Jian stood up, pointed out the window and said, "Let them build a wall first. What you have to do is to coordinate the work between them and our side, and then carefully inspect it. "

Shi Jian is going to use reinforced concrete to build the wall, which requires the cooperation of many departments.The lime kiln needs to burn lime, while the steel factory needs to produce steel bars, and even Zhang Weiqiang, a carpenter, also needs to make planks.

These tasks are intricate and complex, and it really requires one person to coordinate and at the same time investigate these fugitives well.

Feng Chen, who is the head of internal affairs, naturally became the best candidate.

Feng Chen asked Shi Jian again about the actual work, and he estimated that those people had already finished eating, so he left.

As for trivial matters such as distributing clothes, Shi Jian naturally would not do it himself, there were more important things waiting for him.

In the discipline of management, there is a very famous law called Murphy's Law.One way to put this law is this: Things tend to go in the wrong direction you think, as long as there is a possibility.

Shi Jian, who can be regarded as well-read, admires this law very much.

At least judging from the development of things after he arrived at the end of the world, Murphy's Law has almost always influenced the trajectory of his life.

Whether in the Xiaoxing'an Mountains or the Changbai Mountains, Shi Jian's heart is always shrouded in a sense of crisis in the last days.

And often when he thinks everything is going well and the world is peaceful, things will suddenly take a 180-degree turn and drive in another direction.

Because of this, even though the Chang'an tribe has two bases, which can generate electricity, make steel, and have guns, Shi Jian dare not take it lightly, and has never really relaxed the tight string in his heart.

Now, hearing from the fugitives that there was a large-scale zombie attack on the human tribe, Shi Jian immediately began to make a series of work arrangements to meet the possible challenges.

"It's not enough, the weapons are not enough." Shi Jian muttered to himself, looking at the crowd exercising outside the window.

With a "creak", the door was pushed open, and then there were two heavy footsteps, and a person walked in.

Shi Jian knew who it was without looking back.

There were only two people who came in without knocking in the industrial park.

One is Xia Rou who is here, but the little girl's footsteps are definitely not so heavy.

Then those who come in must be rich.

"Old Feng," Shi Jian said without turning his head, "Can we make any weapons?"

Shi Jian guessed right, the person who came in was indeed Feng Kuang.

Hearing Shi Jian's question, Feng Kuang didn't answer right away, but pulled a chair and sat down, then lit a cigarette again, took a deep breath, and waited until the smoke was blown out , and then slowly answered Shi Jian's question.

"What do you want?"

Shi Jian turned around, sat down on his seat, and said softly, "It's for personal use."

"Why do you want it for personal use?"

"Alas," Shi Jian said with a sigh, "I always feel that it is not enough to rely on shells alone. Although that thing hits a large area, the accuracy is still not enough."

Feng Kuang put the pipe to his mouth, but didn't smoke it, letting the smoke slowly drift into the air.

Because of the stimulation of the smoke, he had to squint his eyes, looking rather like a philosopher contemplating.

After a while, Feng Kuang said slowly: "If there are indeed a lot of zombies, it is definitely not enough to rely on shells alone, especially because our production capacity is still too small."

"Yeah, at least let everyone carry a life-saving weapon." Shi Jian said with a sigh.

Feng Kuang looked up at Shi Jian and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"It's too dangerous to fight zombies at close range. I still prefer long-range attacks." Shi Jian paused and asked tentatively, "What if we make our own guns?"

Feng Kuang shook his head and said, "I'm afraid our craftsmanship can't reach that level. The bullet is a difficulty."

"It's not the automatic rifle in our hands, it's more primitive, even if it's made in Hanyang." Shi Jian said hastily.

Feng Kuang still felt something was wrong, and persuaded him: "Although we can make steel and have machine tools, I still don't think it's suitable. It may be possible to realize the technology, but the production capacity is hard to say, especially bullets."

Shi Jian also had a headache when he heard Feng Kuang's repeated emphasis on the issue of bullets.He thought about it again, and said unwillingly: "Didn't there be paper bullet casings before? We also make paper bullet casings, so it will end."

Feng Kuang asked back: "Do you know what type of paper is used for the paper shells? Also, can you guarantee that the caliber will not go wrong? The most important point is, how much paper do we have?"

Shi Jian hesitated when he heard the words, and said weakly: "We can make paper. If we try more, we will succeed."

"Shi Jian, time." Feng Kuang reminded.

Shi Jian didn't react, he didn't know what Feng Kuang meant by calling him twice, and looked at Feng Kuang blankly.

Only then did Feng Kuang realize that Shi Jian and time sound the same, he couldn't help laughing, and said, "How much time do we have?"

Only then did Shi Jian understand Feng Kuang's meaning, and after careful consideration, it was indeed so.

Putting other things aside, it will take several months or even longer to successfully explore the method of making paper, let alone create paper that can be used to make bullet casings.

After pondering for a long time, the solution he got was rejected. Shi Jian felt helpless, and murmured: "Then what should we do?"

Seeing Shi Jian's dejected look, Feng Kuang smiled and said, "You don't have to do this, let's analyze what kind of weapons we need."

Shi Jian shook his head, cheered himself up, and said, "Long-range single-target attack has high accuracy, strong lethality, long range, and fast speed. That's all I thought of."

"After a long time, it's still a gun." Feng Kuang patted his forehead and said helplessly.

Shi Jian smiled slightly and said, "I really thought of a gun."

Feng Kuang moved the chair to the desk, then picked up the pen, and began to "scribble" on the paper.

Shi Jian poked his head over and saw that Feng Kuang listed all the existing weapons and equipment on the paper.

Anti-aircraft guns, mortars, heartless guns, mines, grenades, assault rifles.

"Look," Feng Kuang said while writing, "this is all our modern weapons, except that the ammunition for anti-aircraft guns and assault rifles cannot be replenished, and we can achieve self-sufficiency in ammunition."

Shi Jian didn't understand Feng Kuang's meaning, so he nodded without making a sound.

"Let's talk about the anti-aircraft gun first. The range is the longest. The remaining ammunition should be able to kill [-] zombies, and it's still ten kilometers away, right?" Feng Kuang noted the range and the number of enemies killed next to the anti-aircraft gun.

Shi Jian made some calculations and said, "It's about the same. Normally, the zombies will choose the easy way to get to us the fastest. Anti-aircraft guns can kill [-] zombies."

"Then, we still have minefields. If the zombies break through the distance of ten kilometers, they will lose [-] of them, right?" Feng Kuang asked again.

"Uh, this won't work, if it's full of landmines, how will the car get there?" Shi Jian asked.

"Don't hang the string if you don't see devils!" Feng Kuang reminded.

Hearing this classic line, Shi Jian laughed, scratched his head, and said, "Forget about this, it should be possible."

The current landmines have long been buried in the ground, and they are not exposed to the ground as they were at the beginning. They are worthy of the name, and they still use tripping wires. When the time comes, they will just hang up the tripping wires.

"The remaining mortars can kill zombies at a long distance. There is no ammunition limit, just bomb. In this way, how many zombies can come closer?" Feng Kuang wrote in Several circles were painted hard on the mortar.

"Even if there are, not many rush forward." Shi Jian agreed.

"We still have grenades, heartless cannons, and rifles. It can be said that for us, we only need to deal with a few thousand of [-] zombies. Most of them died in the distance." Feng Kuang looked up at Shi Jian, Said slowly.

"Then what do you mean?" Shi Jian still didn't understand.

"Don't make hot weapons, make cold weapons!" Feng Kuang said clearly.

"Cold weapons..." Shi Jian pondered.

Feng Kuang didn't give the final answer, just looked at Shi Jian without saying a word, waiting for him to find the answer by himself.

In just ten seconds, Shi Jian said directly: "Crossbow!"

"Yes, it's the crossbow," Feng Kuang continued, "We can produce it now. Although it can't meet the standards of those crossbows in the old era, killing zombies shouldn't be a problem."

Regarding this point, Shi Jian firmly believed that Feng Kuang's flying knife could shoot through the eyes of zombies to kill zombies, not to mention the crossbow which was much stronger than the flying knife.

Crossbows can be mass-produced using assembly line operations, and crossbow arrows can also be recycled, which is indeed suitable for the current Chang'an tribe.

And the most important point is that compared with the bow and arrow, the operation of the crossbow is easier to learn. It is absolutely not necessary to go through a lot of practice to be able to hit every shot like a bow and arrow.

"That's good, we'll build a crossbow. As long as we find out the first crossbow, the rest will be all right." Shi Jian said excitedly.

Feng Kuang added another piece of material to Shi Jian, and said: "The old cripple once taught me to make a wooden crossbow. We change it to steel, and it will be more powerful."

"Haha, that's great, now I'm no longer afraid of zombie attacks!" Shi Jian clapped his palms in excitement.

Feng Kuang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Shi Jian's excited expression, he finally didn't say anything.

"It shouldn't be so memorizing, right?" Feng Kuang thought to himself.

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