New industrial zone.

Goblin Technology's Workshop.

In a factory where various parts are stacked, a rather punk-looking three-wheeled motorcycle is parked.

Different from ordinary motorcycles, this thing not only has tires that are half a person's height, but the engine that drives the tires is also ridiculously large. Since the height of the engine exceeds the seat cushion, it has to be installed on the side of the motorcycle.

Carrying an extra wheel, it looks like a three-wheeler from a distance.

The shape of the engine is also quite unique. It is shaped like a sweet potato stove with a round feed port on the top. It can easily be used as an outdoor trash can when placed alone on the roadside.

But in fact, the overly wide feed opening was deliberately designed to make it easier for the driver to add firewood inside.

Walking next to the manager, Mosquito introduced his new invention to him with excitement.

"This is our engine modeled after the Legion's standard light truck. It is a diesel engine specially designed for the terrain near Qingquan City!"

"After some simple improvements, it is now more adaptable to bumpy environments than before. Even if it is jumping up and down in a mud pit, it can ensure that the engine will not stall unexpectedly. Our soldiers no longer have to hold the butt of their rifles to resist it.

There’s wood in the feed port!”

"And this motorcycle is also a masterpiece of our goblin technology. I call it the 'Breath of Death'!"

"How's it going? Doesn't it look cool?"

In a sense, it's really cool.

But Chu Guang felt that the name was somewhat unlucky, as if the person sitting on it was destined to never return.

But aside from these things, this thing is still quite interesting. The principle of the engine is probably similar to that of the camel machine.

The trash can-shaped feed port is connected to an iron bucket-like device and a pipe. After the wood is fed into the feed port, it is dried during the slow settling process, and then cracked by the internal heat.

After complete combustion, the carbon on the surface reacts with water and oxygen to generate a mixed gas containing hydrogen, methane, and carbon monoxide, which is finally introduced into the engine through a metal condenser tube.

The principles after this are almost the same as other natural gas engines, including piston and cylinder structures, etc.

Three kilograms of wood are equivalent to one liter of gasoline, which is enough for this motorcycle to run 20 kilometers, which is equivalent to consuming 15 kilograms of wood per 100 kilometers. It is not only easy to use but also cheap.

After all, the most indispensable thing in this wasteland is wood.

In fact, this thing is not a recent invention of Mosquito. After all, he had vaporized firewood in his carpentry shed a long time ago.

The Molotov cocktails used by players early on, as well as the flamethrower he himself used, were all made from the by-products of vaporizing firewood.

After carefully examining this unique motorcycle for a while, Chu Guang looked at Mosquito and continued to ask.

“What’s the fastest speed this motorcycle can go?”

Mosquito said in a positive tone.

"100 yards is no problem! But I don't recommend driving that fast. With the road conditions outside, I'm afraid a bump could make it fly."

Chu Guang nodded, expressing understanding.

Although he has never ridden a motorcycle, he has ridden a battery scooter, and he can picture that scene with a little imagination.

"good."

"Although there are still many areas for improvement, it is already good to be able to do this."

"With this thing, our mobility on the battlefield will be greatly improved. Thank you for your contribution to the revival of the People's Federation."

Unexpectedly, his invention would receive such high praise from the faction leader, and Mosquito's face suddenly showed a flattered expression.

Controlling the excitement in his heart, he said excitedly.

"It's my honor to share your worries!"

Order!

silver!

The most important thing is that your invention is recognized!

Mosquito couldn't help but burst into tears with excitement when he thought that his proud work could be put on the shelves of NPC stores and picked up by players across the server.

Who else dares to say that his invention is useless?

Who else dares to say that his creation is superfluous?

Um?

Just ask who else!

Chu Guang glanced at the suddenly agitated mosquito strangely, but said nothing and continued to ask about production matters.

"Is it troublesome to make this kind of engine? And... uh, the 'Death Breath' motorcycle, how much can be produced in a month?"

Mosquito said with a smile.

"No trouble! As long as the material supply is sufficient and the orders from the steel plant can be arranged, there is no problem in assembling one unit in three days! If it's faster, it can be done in two days!"

Three days.

A little slower.

I'm afraid I'll have to miss this current battle.

But Chu Guang also knew that there was nothing that could be done about it.

If you want to engage in large-scale production, you need to consume a lot of manpower and physics. At present, 80% of the manpower and material resources in the new industrial zone are concentrated on the production of weapons, equipment and ammunition. No matter how much mobilization is done, it is impossible.

Conjure something that doesn't exist out of thin air.

As for vehicles, they can only be placed as second priority for the time being.

However, what makes Chu Guang happy is that Mosquito seems to have come to his senses recently, and has finally begun to consider abandoning the production model of small workshops, adapting to the needs of "versions", hiring other players and indigenous people, and following the example of Factory No. 81 to become bigger and stronger.

This is undoubtedly a good start.

…

An order was issued to Goblin Technology through VM.

After Chu Guang left Goblin Technology, he visited the No. 81 Steel Plant and then returned to the outpost.

However, not long after he returned to the base, he saw Wrench walking towards him with a serious expression.

"Sir! News came from your patrol team deployed in the northeast. They witnessed a large number of predators in the area from Zhongzhou Aerospace Ecological Experiment Base to Dongliu Camp."

"They should be from the southern suburbs of Tianshui City!"

Is it finally here?

For some reason, after hearing the news, Chu Guang felt relieved instead of feeling nervous at all.

Black Snake chose to launch the attack at this time, which was better than delaying it for a month, and he and Vanus had already expected that they would attack in advance.

It seems the marauders want to spend the winter in their cells.

Very good.

Chu Guang looked at the wrench and ordered calmly.

"Mobilize all soldiers."

"Deploy according to the plan made the night before yesterday!"

Wrench looked solemn and took the order.

"Yes! Sir."

…

Northeast of Qingquan City.

A convoy of twenty light trucks, eight armored pickup trucks, and one tank was twisting and turning in the white snow, slowly crawling forward.

In addition to the vehicles, there were hundreds of marauders and nearly a thousand shackled slaves scattered on both sides of the convoy.

Since they brought all their belongings with them, they marched very slowly.

From time to time, trucks would get stuck in the snow due to bad road conditions, or get stuck on the terrain, and slaves would have to lift the trucks.

So much so that the predators walking nearby had to slow down and wait for these bulky guys.

Sitting in the back seat of an armored pickup truck, Black Snake looked a little impatient and couldn't help urging the driver.

"How long until we get there."

The driver, who was holding the steering wheel, answered nervously.

"We should be able to arrive before dark, sir."

Before dark...

It looks like we have to spend the night in the snow tonight.

Knowing that urging was useless, Black Snake cursed a few times in his mind and continued to wait patiently.

The night before yesterday, the scouts he sent to the south discovered that fierce fighting had broken out in the direction of the long-term farm, during which they also saw a signal bomb rising into the night sky.

Although he did not see the specific battle situation clearly, his scouts reported that there were at least 300 or more people exchanging fire there when they heard the sound of gunfire.
To be continued...