Over the next few days, in addition to caring for these unfortunate children, Jiang Ling also tried to use readily available tools and materials to hand-make a few simple handheld lightweight coil guns. The food synthesizer was a great help here - it helped to create the carbon-based superconducting material required for the coil guns.
During this process, she discovered that the younger generation was more adaptable than she had expected. When Old Biden could only lie on his simple bed and groan, they were able to walk; and when Old Biden was finally able to sit up, they had already recovered most of their mobility.
The saber-toothed beasts showed little interest in their sudden appearance on the plains. They simply wallowed in the gradually drying creek for the entire morning before continuing their migration northward, following the route they had imagined. Jiang Ling tracked them to the drone's maximum flight radius, confirming they wouldn't return, and then called time on her reconnaissance for the day. There were so many of them, and during the subsequent investigation, she realized that if she had engaged them in combat, she wouldn't have gained much.
The day after the Sharptooth left, the area welcomed its annual rainy season. The crash site quickly turned into a swamp, with only the road remaining above water. The humid weather was not conducive to travel, but the flowing water clearly carried away a lot of radioactive substances in the air. Therefore, at the roundtable meeting nine days after the forced landing, everyone unanimously agreed to Jiang Ling's return plan.
The plan was actually very simple. After all, the options they had were very limited. Theoretically, everyone could only afford two sets of exoskeleton armor. The rest were either common goods or crudely made handicrafts, which were really not worth mentioning.
Before setting off, Jiang Ling checked everyone's weapons and equipment for the last time.
Gu Chen wore a heavily modified lightweight protective suit, a handmade active-powered exoskeleton, and two polished bulletproof plates made from spacecraft armor in vital areas. His weapon was the pulse submachine gun he'd secretly kept in the command module. Due to the limited carrying capacity of the active-powered exoskeleton, he didn't carry many supplies, only a physics holy sword on his back.
Comrade Xiao Wang returned the old exoskeleton he'd borrowed to Jiang Xinyi, so now he looked pretty much like Gu Chen, the only difference being the coilgun. Originally, this guy didn't need a weapon, but he couldn't let it go after touching it. He refused to give up his only chance to play with a real gun before going home, so Jiang Ling had no choice but to oblige.
The flight attendant handled most of the supply transport. Luckily, her exoskeleton functioned well, and the over-a-ton suitcase on her back didn't hinder her movements. To be honest, Jiang Ling hadn't realized at first that the exoskeleton was hers. She thought she might have fallen into a rut, believing that the new generation of girls wouldn't have the same quirks as her.
As for Jiang Ling herself, she remained the same. She kept all the recycled trash, including, of course, the can of steaming plutonium fuel—this dangerous stuff couldn't be handled under current conditions, but if you didn't mind the constant high-energy radiation it emitted, it would be a very useful hand warmer, uh, a hand warmer that could last tens of thousands of years.
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