The heart of this modified car lies in the engine.
But now is the end of the world, and precision products like engines have long been out of production.
Everyone is stuck at the primary construction stage and has not reached the next level of production.
If you want higher technology, you need basic technical support.
Han Qingxia heard his question, "What kind of engine do you need?"
"If possible, a racing grade is best." Bai Lu said, "The better the engine, the better the harvester effect!"
"Then we can't meet your request. I can find someone to resume production of engines, but we don't have the materials and technology to such a high level." Qi Sang walked up and said coldly.
"No need." Han Qingxia said at this time, "No need to produce."
"If we don't produce it, what will you use? We don't have an engine factory here. Do you want to get an engine from an engine factory outside? That's fine."
"Who do you think is as stupid as you?" Han Qingxia pointed at the car on the side of the road and said, "It has no engine factory and no engine! Take it down!"
Qi Sang: "......"
Why didn't he think of that!
Han Qingxia said, "I'll send you all the sports cars, and you take out all the usable engines from them!"
Han Qingxia asked everyone to dismantle not only the engines, but also the missing materials and objects in various production chains.
The legacy left by human cities is too rich.
These survivors can live very well relying on these legacies.
Han Qingxia gave an order and asked everyone to start demolishing and reusing the buildings.
Integrate the resources left over from before and make them usable now.
Various steel and wood materials, various industrial components, mechanical parts, building materials and pipes...
As long as it can be used, take it all off and use it!
The Midsummer Alliance once again entered a wave of resource reorganization.
During this period of time, the first line of defense is about to reach its final stage.
More and more bases outside the defense line were moved inside the defense line.
Everyone inside faced the zombie tide that was pouring out.
At the end of December, Han Qingxia finally got good news.
The first line of defense was officially completed.
When he received the news, Han Qingxia rushed to the first line of defense immediately.
The helicopter rumbled and spun in the air.
Han Qingxia flew from the southernmost tip all the way to the northern tip.
She saw groups of zombies appearing outside the defense wall at regular intervals.
“Ah——”
“Ah——”
“Ah——”
The continuous influx of zombies from the two cities of BC kept crashing onto this defense wall.
On a main road, hundreds of zombies were banging hard on the tall iron wall in front of them.
They climbed up, stepping on the corpses of their companions, making a howling sound.
Gradually, triangular piles of zombies formed.
They tried to climb up one by one, but when they reached the middle part, the long knife was like a sickle for cutting leeks.
Cut them in half with a big knife.
“Blah, blah—”
The densely packed zombies were cut into two parts, like a shaking sieve, breaking up the tide of zombies that was rushing up.
“Tick, tick, tick—”
“Tick, tick, tick—”
“Tick, tick, tick—”
Countless machine guns were set up at the top of the defense line, and the men on guard fired at the scattered and threatening zombies one by one.
Dense and endless streams of zombies were blocked outside this line of defense.
Han Qingxia's helicopter made a curve and continued to fly forward.