Chapter 1150 Beneficial Projects

Chen Chaogong opened the door and got out of the car, then jumped onto the roof, holding two red and white flags in his hands, signaling the convoy behind to stop and set up camp here.

Behind An Ran's car, many trucks followed one after another. Most of the trucks were filled with people with special powers. There was also a truck full of experts, and another truck that was responsible for launching drones to monitor the zombies and mutant animals ahead.

The last few are the ambulances.

As soon as they saw Chen Chaogong waving the little chess piece, everyone stopped their cars and started unloading things from the truck. Except for the car responsible for monitoring the enemy situation ahead, everyone else got out of the car and set up tents.

A man in charge of communications, carrying a large radio device on his back, hurriedly trotted through the crowd to An Ran's car window. An Ran had woken up by now. She sorted herself out a little, then she gathered herself together, opened the car door, and looked at the man in charge of communications.

"Hello An Ran, the front line sent a message saying that 130 bodies have been evacuated. I hope we can be prepared."

The man handed the communication records in his hand to An Ran. The death toll was naturally more than 130. These 130 bodies were only those that were well preserved and could be resurrected by Liu Shasha. As for those that had been burned to ashes or had their bones dismantled and eaten by mutant animals, there was no way to save them, so they gave up.

An Ran nodded, took out a pen, and signed on the paper to indicate that she had seen the message. The man who would come to report the news later would have to return to the communications team to hand in his task.

After signing, An Ran looked down at her name, but the tip of her pen paused. The word "门" (door) written by He Wenli on the back of the paper suddenly appeared in her mind.

The man who reported the news looked at An Ran in confusion. She took a pen and looked down at her name signed on the paper for a long time, so the man asked: "An Ran, what's wrong with you?"

An Ran finally came to her senses, shook her head, and handed the paper and pen in her hand to the man who reported the news.

After setting up camp, everyone officially got busy. The strength-type and a small number of earth-type people began to rest on the spot, preparing to dig a lake and store water in three hours. Under the protection of the strength bodyguards, the experts began to look for a suitable location to dig a lake and store water.

There was an expert in charge of the design, who took a map and slowly unfolded it in front of An Ran. He told An Ran that these artificial lakes were all built on an underground river. If an artificial lake dried up, as long as a water-based psychic operated it a little, or a pumping system was built next to the artificial lake, the dried-up artificial lake could be filled up again.

The construction of these artificial lakes is also very particular. This time, it is just a preliminary lake built along the underground river. In the future, more small lakes will be built everywhere in the mutant forest. Experts even plan to connect these small lakes with the large lake built this time, so that the large lake can supply water to the small lakes.

"We should not only think about the next two or three years, but also the next few decades or even hundreds of years. Digging lakes to store water is a beneficial project. As long as we build artificial lakes everywhere, the mutant forests in the future will not be afraid of those fire zombies at all."

The expert's voice was filled with hope. He passionately pointed to the location on the map where a small lake would be built in the future. An Ran seemed a little uninterested, but still cooperated with the expert and looked at the map patiently.

(End of this chapter)