Fantasy: I am in the desert, but the system lets me be the city lord

"Damn it, why did you choose this time, and there are so many people here!" Zhou Lin dropped the telescope in his hand.

The bullets cannot be exhausted, so keep some for self-protection.

Then, the only way is to let some people in, kill them, and then use the temperature control function of the large formation to build the iron and blood of these people's corpses into a great wall of iron and blood.

In this way, they can persist until Lao Hei and the others come back.

"My lord, what should I do!"

Luo Ning also became a little nervous when she saw Zhou Lin, who had always been calm, drop something.

"Cold salad!"

Zhou Lin personally ran to Wei Hongshen and said, "Commander Wei, we are running out of bullets, we need to keep some spares!"

"What, run out so soon?"

Wei Hongshen was also surprised, the enemy was numerous and powerful, if they didn't have guns, their Huang Shaling would have fallen long ago.

It is simply impossible to support until this time.

"Bullets? My lord, we'll make it, let's go!"

At this time, the elder brother happened to be on the side, and he was also one of the newcomers who joined the battle.

"You can?"

Joy flashed across Zhou Lin's face!
"That's right, my lord. Boss Hei led us to make bullets at the beginning. After we learned it, we have been making it all the time. These bullets are all made by our senior brothers!"

The elder brother's words made Zhou Lin ecstatic!
For the defense line on the entire city wall, the impact of deploying fifty people is not great.

But these 50 people in the rear can have an extremely terrifying effect!

With constant bullets, their line of defense can last forever!

"Quick, quick! Do you want help? You can dispatch everyone here! Produce bullets as quickly as possible!"

Zhou Lin immediately gave the order.

"My lord, 50 of us brothers and sisters is enough! In an hour, we can produce [-] rounds!"

"So fast?"

Zhou Lin's face was even more happy.

"By the way, my lord, we still need the smelting workshop to make bullets for us! As for the shell casings, they can be collected here and still be used!"

"Okay, okay! Old Zhu, old Zhu!"

Zhou Lin called Old Zhu over and said, "You listen to his arrangement, Huang Shaling is now at the time of life and death!"

"Yes, my lord!"

In fact, Lao Zhu was not far away. He had heard Zhou Lin's voice a long time ago, and this directly called his name. Lao Zhu couldn't help but parted ways, jumped off the city wall, and ran towards the smelting workshop.

Although he is not familiar with the smelting workshop.

But after all, we used to make water pipes here, as long as we look for them, we can find them.

After Lao Zhu left, the elder brother also called out all 49 of his senior brothers through Wei Hongshen!
"Brothers, there are not enough bullets. If the city wall cannot be defended, we will die here!"

While leading them to run, the eldest brother said: "Actually, I think this life has no regrets. But I just died like this, but I'm sorry for giving us a new pursuit!"

"So, everyone, try your best to reload the bullets!"

"Until our suzerain can come back! You know, theirs are artillery! Once the artillery goes down, what are these people worth?"

The big brother has actually been responsible for the production of bullets, and of course he has also participated in the work of researching shells.

The principle was mastered by him.

"Yes, brother!"

"We will die!"

"Yes, let's go! Let's make bullets!"

Fifty refiners rushed to the research institute.

They were brothers in the first place, and they worked together for a long time in Huangshaling.

As soon as they entered the research institute, the assembly line production of bullets began!

A round of bullets appeared on the ground.

No time to dress up.

Those warriors in the psychic realm did this kind of work.

Pick up the bullets thrown on the ground one by one, pack them into boxes, and send them to the front line!

The gunmen on the front line were thrilled.

How dare they think that one day the psychics in the yellow sand collar will lay hands on them!

If you don't kill all the enemies in front of you, you will be sorry for them at all!