Tang Weiwei casually pulled out a knife handle about ten centimeters long and five or six centimeters thick from her pocket and threw it to Ye Feng.
He obtained this from one of Horford's men, whom he killed shortly after the game began.
Clayvin's ambush of him was largely motivated by this item.
After Ye Feng took it, he counted it carefully and immediately beamed with joy, as if he had found a treasure.
The handle holds about a dozen different kinds of knives of various sizes, including the main blade of a regular knife...
There are also bottle openers, fish scalers, window breaker cones, tweezers, screwdrivers, rope cutters, screwdrivers, SIM card ejector pins, etc...
What Ye Feng wanted most was the multi-functional drilling cone.
After the tinder is placed into the cylinder, a lid will be placed to seal the opening.
However, once the fire is blocked and the oxygen source is lost, it will quickly go out, no matter how much fuel or fuel is available.
So he had to make a small hole in the lid and the top of the cylinder, which is the end where he blows the fire.
In this way, the fire source inside will be in a semi-oxygen-deficient state for a long time, allowing it to be preserved for a very long time.
This is the real tinderbox.
After measuring the appropriate location, he began drilling.
You know what, with the help of modern tools, things are much more convenient.
The hardness of a human leg bone is comparable to that of a cement wall, yet Ye Feng managed to drill a circular hole in one side in less than 5 minutes.
Ye Feng couldn't help but sigh inwardly...
"Wow, if I had a knife like this when I was building the treehouse, it would have been at least twice as exquisite."
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's such a waste that this thing ended up in Tang Weiwei's hands."
Twenty minutes later, a complete bone tube was finished.
During this time, Ye Feng also used some wood to make a wooden stopper to serve as a lid.
Having built several treehouses before, this was naturally no challenge for him.
It's not a perfect fit, but it's neat enough that it stays in place without coming loose or falling off.
Now that all the tools for making the tinderbox are ready, the next step is simple installation.
He scooped out all the soaked taro roots and stems, then picked up a rolling pin-like wooden stick and flattened them.
After squeezing out the water, it was handed over to Qi Xiaoyan to roast by the fire.
As a fuel for combustion, it must be kept dry.
The typical production process involves exposing the product to sunlight for several days until it is completely dry before use.
But Ye Feng couldn't wait, so he had no choice but to use this method of forcing growth.
In short, as long as there's no moisture inside, it's fine.
It was around 9 p.m.
Inside the treehouse, the fire still flickered, and the sounds of conversation, rubbing, and hammering filled the air, completely out of place with the venomous insects fighting and preying outside.
After being roasted over a high flame for an hour, the taro root has turned into a flat, dry, green fibrous web.
It's not much heavier than paper...
Ye Feng weighed it in his mind and was very satisfied with the result.
He spread the fibers out on the cutting board, like making dumplings, and began to add various seasonings.
There were charcoal blocks, a handful of torn cotton plants, half a handful of crushed wood chips, and nearly a hundred grams of saltpeter.
Finally, mix in approximately 50 grams of flammable pine resin, 50 grams of lard, and a little bit of fruit juice.
Add more fire to the tinderbox...
Then comes the simplest step: mix well...
Just like stir-frying vegetables, you have to coat the vegetables with all the seasonings.
After stirring back and forth for more than 5 minutes, the ingredients turned into a black lump, like the stool of a constipated patient.
Ye Feng measured the length of the bone tube, then shaped the raw material into a long, round strip to fit it in later...
But that's not all...
The freshly made materials cannot be burned directly, otherwise the entire tinderbox will catch fire.
It still needs to be dried for a while.
He then put it back next to the stove and let it dry slowly.
Ye Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead, a clear smile spreading across his face.
The steps and raw materials for making the tinderbox are all correct; all the necessary ingredients are present.
The exact amounts may not be entirely accurate, but it shouldn't be a big deal.
With this thing, and the cannonball juice, he'll transform into a mobile, auto-aiming flamethrower.
Moreover, it's the kind of magical weapon that can be launched automatically without needing to touch the target's body.
Aside from requiring some brief preparation, it is far more damaging than a stun gun.
Ye Feng stroked the bone tube in his hand, revealing a sinister smile.
"Horford, Cairnster, this time... I'll show you..."
"Even a small fraction of the inventions from the wisdom of our Chinese ancestors are enough to defeat you."
Meanwhile, 2.5 kilometers away…
Above a small stream less than 20 meters wide, on a hilltop, firelight flickered, and the faint sound of coughing could be heard.
Horford and his two companions sat around the fire inside the house, while a pot of water simmered on the stove.
The three remained silent, their expressions like those of soldiers who had just suffered a defeat and whose morale was low.
It's simply unacceptable to be defeated by the Asians, whom I despise the most.
Moreover, it was a crushing defeat in which our side was forced to flee in disarray despite having the initiative.
Anger, humiliation, regret, shame—a host of negative emotions brought the three of them to their lowest point.
They slowly stuffed the shriveled strips of meat into their mouths.
But before he could chew more than a few times, he had to spit out the foam because of coughing.
"Cough cough!"
Horford had just stuffed the saliva in when he coughed it up again.
"hair!"
He angrily threw the saliva-covered bits of meat against the wall...
His already dark face was now covered with even more gloomy dark lines.
But the occasional dry cough that caused his chest to rise and fall added a touch of comicality to his anger.
The key issue is that the aftereffects of the toxic fumes include damage to the vocal cords and respiratory tract.
While not fatal, it will make your voice hoarse and weak, like the voice of someone with a cold, with a severe nasal tone.
"Damn Chinese pigs! Yellow-skinned pigs! All they do is play dirty tricks and try to be clever! Cough cough cough..."
He grimaced in a helpless rage, finding only a sense of catharsis in the insults.
The voice even has a comedic quality…
"Boss...cough cough..."
Barn grinned, his eyebrows raised, and cautiously offered a kind reminder:
"It seems like we... cough cough, started it with those dirty tricks..."
"Shut up! Cough..."
Horford, who was looking for a way to vent his anger, kicked him.
"We launched a fair and square sneak attack, unlike... cough cough, unlike them, who actually used such disgusting and despicable methods as poison gas!"
"Fuck! That damned brat Ye Feng, if I catch him, I'll chop off that pig's hand that used those underhanded tricks!"
"Alright, alright, cough cough, stop with the threats."
Sempem looked aggrieved, and in a fit of pique, added a piece of firewood to the fire, giving him a reproachful sidelong glance.
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