Chapter 63 Chapter 63 Zombies
He Junxia spent six days completing the first order under the guidance and assistance of Huo Jianan. The cold goose-feather knife was held in Zhang Hongmeng's hand, reflecting a dazzling light.
Zhang Hongmeng tested the power of the Yanling Knife in the training ground. Cutting iron like mud and breaking hair were just the basic requirements. It could even split the armor of a level 2 mutant crab with ease.
Looking at the broken crab shells on the ground, Zhang Hongmeng showed a joyful expression. He reached out and gently stroked the magic weapon, but there was no focus in his eyes, as if he was recalling the past.
At that time, she had just awakened her ice ability, two stages below the level of a Level 2 Ice Crab. In order to deal with this suddenly appearing mutant crab, her team paid a terrible price, losing nine of her comrades.
"I added a large amount of ice crab shells to this blade. You can try to cast a supernatural power over the blade to feel it."
He Junxia carefully collected the broken shells while introducing them.
After all, it is the shell of a second-level alien beast. Even if it is just leftover scraps, it would be a pity to throw it away.
He planned to mix these broken shells with the raw materials used to make bullet shells to see if he could produce a batch of bullets with ice properties.
If the attack performance of the bullets is greatly enhanced, it would not be a bad idea to open an additional small production line of special bullets - it would be very useful for dealing with mutated flying animals.
Zhang Hongmeng didn't know what He Junxia was thinking. She held the hilt of the knife and used her special ability to cover the blade. The blade was covered with a thin layer of ice, emitting endless coldness, as if it could freeze a person into an ice sculpture in an instant.
In fact, this is true.
The moment the blade touched the zombie, it froze its body with lightning speed, reducing its speed from 1x to 0.25x, and the wound on its waist could not heal for a long time due to the cold.
However, the zombies used in the experiment are ordinary zombies. If they were facing high-level mutant zombies or high-level mutated plants and animals, the effect would definitely be greatly reduced.
But something is better than nothing.
When masters fight, every move is fatal, and sometimes life and death depend on a moment.
He Junxia reminded: "Let's try the effect of the machete."
The templated machete is naturally not as effective as the tailor-made goose-feather knife, but killing ordinary zombies is as easy as chopping melons and vegetables, and dealing with low-level zombies and mutant animals is no problem either.
Zhang Hongmeng was at a loss for words and didn't know what to say, so she simply kept thanking He Junxia to express her inner joy and gratitude.
Although making cold weapons for her was a task assigned by the higher-ups, the results of being attentive and not attentive were completely opposite, not to mention that He Junxia even worked overtime to help her complete another order that had jumped the queue, showing no signs of being a pure seller's market at all.
He Juanxia looked at her with a smile: "The best thank you is that you can return safely every time you go on a mission."
"I will."
Zhang Hongmeng left with the goose-feather knife and twelve machetes. It was several days later when He Junxia heard from her again.
The team she led successfully surrounded and wiped out a group of mutant wild boars that were harming the farm's crops, and also gave He Junxia ten kilograms of wild boar king meat and twenty kilograms of ordinary mutant wild boar meat.
Among them, the wild boar king is a third-level mutant animal.
A few days ago, experts conducted research and found that eating mutated animals and plants is good for the human body. It can stimulate ordinary people to activate their superpowers and help those with superpowers improve their superpowers. The gift sent by Zhang Hongmeng is indeed a big one.
Of course, the cold weapons made by He Junxia also played a huge role in this battle. The muddy wild boar skin that even bullets could not penetrate was easily cut by the blade.
If it weren't for the machetes and goose-feather knives, the team led by Zhang Hongmeng might not be able to deal with the group of mutant wild boars, or even if they could, it would cost a greater price.
As this incident unfolded, cold weapons, long abandoned by the technological age, finally officially re-entered the public consciousness. Those who had originally planned to wait and see immediately abandoned their reserve and suspicion, flocking to the weapons department and He Juanxia, hoping to receive their first magical weapon.
Even the most ordinary machete will do.
He Junxia had only one answer to the military's request, which was to ask their team to apply to the weapons department and then queue up.
As for how long the queue would last, he couldn't guarantee it and couldn't complain.
There are more than ten first-line psychics who apply for customized weapons using contribution points (internal military values), and currently only He Junxia in the entire Yunjiang base can create special cold weapons. The other fire-type psychics who have joined the cold weapon manufacturing team are still studying hard.
Moreover, He Junxia has not yet completed his apprenticeship. At most, he is a rookie foundry worker. He cannot catch up with his master Huo Jianan even if he tries hard. He often needs his guidance and reminders.
That is to say, his ability level is relatively high and the quenching effect is good. Otherwise, with that crude forging technology, he would never be able to create a cold weapon with strong lethality.
The insiders who received the ruthless answer regretted it deeply.
If they had known the effect would be so good, they would have waited a long time, but they were reluctant to give up the opportunity because of the small contribution points. Now, they don't know how long they will have to wait.
Whoever has the soldiers under his command will feel sorry for them.
For a time, the captains of each team tried their best to use all means to get their application cut in line.
Actually, they are pretty lucky, at least they can get in line.
He Junxia explicitly rejected requests from other external forces on the grounds that the weapons department prohibited employees from taking private work, and also specifically instructed Xie Liqing to refuse all forms of gifts.
Xie Liqing is a smart person who knows what's going on. When she saw that the situation was not right, she stopped going out to shop for groceries. She went back and forth between the office and home all day long, and ate in the cafeteria all morning, noon and night.
Although her colleagues and superiors would also come to ask for help, they were all relatives of the military's psychics and were much more normal than those from external forces.
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"Sister Dandan, please see if it's suitable."
Xia Dandan took the machete handed to her by He Junxia and was surprised to find that the machete in her hand was somewhat different from the machetes of the Feihong team.
He Juanxia blinked. "I made some small changes based on your knife-handling habits. Try it first. If it doesn't suit you, I'll change it back."
Xia Dandan was stunned: "Okay, I'll try."
She was deeply moved and decided to just say it was suitable even if it was not.
After all, according to the current number of applicants in the queue, it would not be her turn at all. It was just that Xiaoda's brother, remembering the friendship they had when they were colleagues, specially opened a back door for her.
How could she have the nerve to trouble others again?
It's just a knife anyway, no matter how inappropriate it is, it won't help. At most, she can practice more and get used to it.
With this idea in mind, Xia Dandan practiced the machete according to the moves taught by the instructor in the weapons class, and was surprised to find that this modified machete was more handy than the original machete she had tried before.
Xia Dandan felt even more embarrassed.
She even dared to doubt Xiaoda's level of reformation.
Xia Dandan said excitedly, "It's perfect. No need to change it. By the way, Xiaoda, you and Aunt Xie should come to my house for dinner tomorrow and try my husband's cooking."
"He used to be a cook. His ancestors were all cooks for generations, and one of them was an imperial chef. The braised pork he makes is incredible. You must try it."
He Junxia originally wanted to refuse, but after hearing Xia Dandan's second sentence, the words of refusal slipped around his lips and turned into a nod.
Who can resist a delicious braised pork?
At least he can't.
As He Junxia savored the rich and soft braised pork, the image of a middle-aged woman with a hunched back emerged involuntarily in her mind. She was the mother of her first world.
Her face had become blurred, but the image of her carrying the braised pork during the Chinese New Year and the fireworks outside were deeply engraved in his memory.
I don’t know if they are okay.
He Junxia didn't reminisce for too long. He was not the kind of person who was easily sad. After experiencing it many times and over time, he gradually let it go.
After seeing Xia Dandan off, he returned to the studio to continue working overtime, and only stopped when the moon rose above the branches to stretch his stiff limbs.
get off work.
He Junxia took off his work clothes and left.
The guard greeted him when he saw him, "Master Xie, you're off work so late again. You must have worked so hard."
He Junxia: "Why should I be tired? Those soldiers are working much harder than me. You are still at your post. I am not tired. It is an honor for the country to need me."
He really didn't feel tired.
Firstly, the special nature of his body prevents him from feeling tired. As long as he has enough crystal cores to replenish his energy, he can go without sleep for ten days or half a month without any problem. He is just sitting around doing nothing anyway.
Secondly, ever since the cold weapons forged with his superpowers became effective, he had become the target of full training by the military. Most of the second- and third-level fire crystal cores in the treasury became his rations, allowing his superpowers to quickly rise to level three.
Take money from others and help them get rid of disasters
He Junxia is just doing what he should do.
Of course, he still had to say a few polite words in front of outsiders. If he told the truth that he didn't feel anything, others would look at him as a monster.
The guard gave He Junxia a thumbs up.
"Having said that, you should also take a good rest. Only when you are healthy can you make better contributions to the country."
These days, Master Xie always comes to work at dawn and goes home late at night, with no time for activities.
Their security guards will also take turns working so they don’t have to work from morning to night.
"Well, Uncle Liu, I understand."
The boy's back gradually went away. The guard couldn't help but sigh as he looked at his thin figure under the light. He was only eighteen years old, still a child, a few years younger than his naughty boy.
The Yunjiang base is very quiet at night.
Probably because there was no mobile phone entertainment (electricity and internet bills were too expensive), people fell asleep early.
He Junxia turned on the flashlight and walked on the dark road, looking into the deep night sky and listening to the chirping of insects, which was quite interesting.
"Xiao Da, you've grown so big."
A bearded man suddenly jumped out from the corner and looked at He Junxia with a loving face.
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