Chapter 1211 Making Homemade Cannonballs
When Liu Xiaojue went back to tell An Ran and the others about the situation in the Wuchuan base, they all shook their heads and sighed. It was such a large group of people. If they concentrated their strength to defend it, they wouldn't be unable to survive the winter.
Some people must have given up the idea of defending the city and only want to have fun doing evil, or they have already thought about leaving and are organizing people to break out and leave the Wuchuan base.
To the south, at the edge of the dense woods, there was a shallow river that had already frozen. A huge mutant crocodile slowly raised its head and wagged its tail. Every time it made a move, a little child by the river, who was wearing a down jacket and a raincoat outside the jacket, would use his supernatural power to attack it.
With this kind of continuous training day after day, He Wu's freezing ability improved by leaps and bounds. He could freeze the crocodile for longer and longer periods of time, and the number of times he could freeze the crocodile every day also increased.
Around him, a group of people in camouflage combat uniforms were going back and forth to kill fish under Zhan Lian's command. Most of the mutant fish that had not yet come ashore were frozen at the bottom of the shallow river, but some broke through the ice and took the risk to go ashore in search of food.
The second-generation zombies in the south began to cross the river. At Zhan Lian's command, all kinds of high-precision artillery shells that had been found in the war preparedness resource library were pulled out and fired one by one towards Jiangnan.
There are also mutated plants in Jiangnan, but there are more mutated animals. Many mutated animals will eat the roots of mutated plants, so gradually, the mutated plants in Jiangnan did not develop.
An Ran, who lived in Qianyan Mountain, had long known that around this time, the activity of the mutant plants would decrease, and the mutant forest in the south of the Yangtze River would be lost. So Zhan Lian was already prepared, waiting for the second-generation zombie river mutant animals in the south to prepare to cross the river, and then he would pull out his weapons to bombard them.
The sound of artillery fire suddenly rang out. Zhan Lian stood by the river, holding a high-powered telescope in his hand, his frowning brows not relaxed. Beside him, Luo Feifan was also holding a high-powered telescope, watching the artillery fire in the south of the Yangtze River, with snowflakes and flames flying.
"If we continue bombing like this, the number of mutant animals that are attacking us will not decrease."
Luo Feifan put down the telescope in his hand with worry, and turned his head to look at Zhan Lian, "Besides, we don't have many shells left. After the spring, when it's the breeding season, there will be more mutant animals, and we will definitely need shells again by then."
"Then make homemade cannonballs, release some river water into this shallow river, break up the ice on the river surface, and release the mutant fish to eat the mutant animals that want to cross the river."
After Zhan Lian finished speaking, he immediately turned around and summoned the gold-type mutants to make homemade artillery shells. This river was their last line of defense, and they would not let the mutant animals in the south cross the river at all costs.
It is now midwinter. Not only will the activity of plants decrease, but the number of mutant animals will also decrease. However, once winter is over, the number of mutant animals will show a trend of a major outbreak. By then, the people who have returned to their respective bases to rest for the winter will gather again at the riverside to continue to prevent the mutant animals from crossing the river.
The shells will act as an auxiliary weapon. Although it is auxiliary, it is indispensable.
What's more, if we blast the ice on the river now and let the mutant fish eat the mutant animals crossing the river, the mutant animals will not be able to cross the river, but those mutant fish will be fed and become white, tender and fat. Therefore, the situation in the river cannot be ignored, and those that should be killed must continue to be killed.
Tomorrow will be the end, and after that will be extras, extras, extras
(end of this chapter)