Chapter 500 The Craftsman Reappears
"Was Feng also attacked by the swarm of corpse birds? Otherwise, he would never have been so badly injured."
Han Shuo knew that although Feng Ping was not talkative, he was definitely a cautious person.
Such a person would not rashly engage the zombie king without an exceptional opportunity, nor would he easily put himself in a desperate situation.
The Zombie King must have set a trap to cause Feng to be so badly injured.
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"Hmm... if that's the case, then the Zombie King must have acquired the power of death in the air."
Han Shuo thought to himself, "This is yet another enormous disaster for all of humanity."
He frowned and looked at the small blood holes on Feng's arm for a while, then looked away, no longer thinking about it too much.
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
At this moment, the crashing sounds of the corpse birds outside continued.
The most important thing right now is to solve the immediate problem and ensure everyone's survival.
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Now that Feng is being treated by Li Shurou, no one else can offer much help.
Han Shuo waved his hand, gathering the remaining people together. He was about to start discussing the next steps.
What supplies does everyone have left?
After he finished asking the question, the fat man and the others opened their backpacks and laid all their weapons out on the ground.
"Look, it's all here..."
There were fewer than 20 rifles and sniper rifles in total; the rest were some throwable weapons such as grenades and incendiary bombs.
These were all carried by everyone, because the accident happened so quickly that when they were forced to detonate all the trucks, they didn't have time to unload the remaining supplies from the trucks.
Chen Hai, on the other hand, doesn't usually carry a gun; instead, he always keeps a large bag of food by his side.
The food in his backpack was what everyone had left, and even if they ate it sparingly, it would probably only last for two or three days.
At this point, the situation here was far from optimistic. It would not be an exaggeration to describe the plight of these dozen or so people as having run out of ammunition and food.
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Sigh~
Han Shuo waved his hand and said casually.
"Let's eat something to replenish our energy, and while we're at it, let's think of a good way to break through."
"Okay, Captain Han."
Then, ignoring everyone else, he glanced at the weapons on the ground, a bitter feeling welling up inside him.
Using these weapons to kill the swarm of corpse birds outside? That's obviously unrealistic.
Although the fat man brought out all the bio-grenades, they were of no use in the current situation.
Biochemical grenades cannot kill necromancy or alien species; they are only effective against ordinary zombies.
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Han Shuo racked his brains but couldn't come up with a good solution.
He strolled to the gate, stepped over the debris below, and peered through the crack in the gate.
Outside, a torrential downpour raged with thunder and lightning, while countless flocks of ghouls continued to ram into the barn.
Harsh climate, insufficient weapons?
The people inside the barn seemed to be truly trapped in a hopeless situation with no way out.
Han Shuo was somewhat skeptical, and even took Lao Wu's spear and placed it near the gate to see if it would have any miraculous effect.
Unfortunately, the legs of the human-faced corpse spider seem to only work on the corpse spiders, and have no effect on the swarm of corpse birds.
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Sigh~
Han Shuo let out a helpless sigh.
At this moment, he was truly at his wit's end. He, who had always longed for life, found himself feeling a sense of despair growing in his heart.
"Am I really going to die here?"
However, just as he was thinking this, he turned his head and inadvertently saw Fatty and Xiao Zhao sneaking around in the corner, doing something suspicious.
Curious, he went over to investigate.
Suddenly, the fat man pulled out two metal rods from somewhere and started taping them together.
After sticking the two sticks on his hands, he turned to Xiao Zhao beside him and muttered something.
"Xiao Zhao, quick, go and search through this pile of junk again, see if there's anything else."
"I understand, Fatty!"
Xiao Zhao responded and ran into the pile of clutter, rummaging through drawers and cabinets to search.
Sure enough, he actually found a few more metal rods in no time.
He then enthusiastically handed the metal rod to the fat man.
"Here you go, Fatty."
After the fat man took it, he continued with what he was doing.
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At this point, Han Shuo was completely baffled. He poked the fat man's back with a finger and asked in confusion.
"What are you two doing?"
At his shout, Lao Wu and his group became curious and gathered around.
The fat man wiped a drop of water, whether from sweat or rain, from his forehead and replied without turning his head.
"Oh, don't bother me, I'm busy with important things, you'll find out soon enough."
He didn't answer, but Xiao Zhao, who was standing to the side, couldn't hold back and happily explained to everyone.
"Fatty is gluing all the metal rods together to make a makeshift lightning rod!"
"He said that this thing can attract lightning, and if used well, it can kill all the corpse birds outside at once!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the fifth brother, staring wide-eyed in disbelief, interjected.
"He actually has this ability?"
Being looked down upon made the fat man very unhappy. He put down his work, stood up, and retorted.
"Hey, you old bastard, how dare you talk like that? I'm a craftsman, you know what a craftsman is?"
"Let me tell you, my lightning rod may look simple, but it's based on scientific principles."
"With lightning and thunder outside, sharp metal objects are very likely to attract lightning."
"I've studied this before. I'll start like this, then like this, &#*@*#&@*&…… Never mind, you wouldn't understand anyway."
"In short, once I finish making this lightning rod, I'll attract lightning down, and then conduct the lightning through the sheet metal outside the barn and the rainwater on the corpse birds, and I'll be able to kill them all at once!"
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After the fat man finished speaking, he didn't bother with the others anymore. He squatted down and continued to use tape to stick the remaining metal rods together.
He rattled off a whole bunch of things, spitting as he spoke.
To be honest, Han Shuo and his group didn't understand anything at all.
However, upon careful reflection on what the fat man had just said, everyone felt that there was actually a tiny bit of truth to it.
Han Shuo also frowned and fell into deep thought.
The more he thought about it, the more complicated his expression became.
Yes, the best way to deal with large-scale swarms of corpse birds is with fire.
Now that the fire is out, isn't there still electricity?
If everything is as the fat man just said, then this thunderstorm seems to have not only failed to block their path to survival, but has instead given everyone an excellent opportunity to turn the tide!
As he thought about it, a smile unconsciously crept onto Han Shuo's lips.
He really felt that the fat man's thought process was different from that of ordinary people. Who could think of such a method of using lightning to destroy the enemy?
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