Apocalyptic Red Alert

"Okay, Captain Han, one hundred 9-guns and one thousand rounds of matching ammunition. The barracks are being made, please wait..."

"Squeak..." Suddenly, another door of the barracks was opened, and boxes of black suitcases were "transmitted" out one by one.

Why is it "transmitted"? Because Han Feng saw that after the door was opened, there was a conveyor belt running inside, sending these suitcases out one by one.

How long did it take from Luna's words to the barracks opening the door to send out the guns? ! Less than a second, it was almost made in an instant, right? !

Watching the boxes of weapons coming out, Han Feng couldn't help but be curious and walked forward. Pick up the first box in front of him and can't wait to open it...

I saw that under the sponge lining in the box, ten 9-guns were placed in an interlaced manner. And around the guns, ten black mufflers were also quietly placed there. ✪

"Report to Captain Han, all weapons and ammunition have been made." While Han Feng was still immersed in admiring the guns, Luna in his mind suddenly reported.

"So fast?!" Han Feng looked up behind the suitcases while replying.

Behind the other nine black suitcases, there were ten square "boxes" wrapped in kraft paper. Needless to say, these must be bullets.

After counting carefully, there were ten bullet boxes in total, each containing one hundred bullets.

Looking at the pile of things in front of him, Han Feng frowned and thought... The magazine of the 9-9 pistol can hold fifteen bullets. Equip all the pistols and bullets, and each pistol can only be loaded with ten bullets on average...

"Not enough!" After figuring it out, Han Feng continued to order, "Luna, make another two thousand matching bullets for 9 pistols!"

"Report to Captain Han, making two thousand matching bullets for 9 pistols requires two hundred gold coins, please confirm..."

"Confirm!"

"Okay, Captain Han, the barracks are making them, please wait..."

After talking to Luna, Han Feng thought that each pistol was equipped with thirty bullets, which was barely enough... After all, pistols can only be used for self-defense. If you want to fight zombies, you have to rely on light machine guns! At least it has to be an AK47. ░▒▓█►─═  ═─◄█▓▒░

Thinking of this, Han Feng asked angrily, "Luna, how many gold coins does the ak47 cost?"

"Report to Captain Han, the ak47 is considered an ordinary weapon, and the manufacturing price is one gold coin. The ak47 manufactured by the injection barracks has no upgrade function, and there are no scopes, bayonets and other accessories."

"Beautiful!!!" After hearing the price of the mobilized soldiers' ak47, Han Feng cheered! Then he said, "Luna, make... one hundred ak47s! Plus 30,000 matching bullets!"

"Report to Captain Han, it takes 400 gold coins to make one hundred ak47s and 30,000 matching ammunition. Please confirm."

"Yes... um, wait." Just as Han Feng was about to confirm the production, he hesitated...

Because he thought that in the arsenal... there were still weapons left by the mobilized soldiers who died before.

"Luna, how many AK47s left by the fallen mobilized soldiers are there in the armory now?"

"Report to Captain Han, there are 152 AK47s left in the armory.

Hearing the number of guns, Han Feng was stunned and said, "Isn't that right? ... More than 150? Why is it so few? Wasn't there more than 300 last time I asked?"

"Report to Captain Han... because of the fire..."

"Okay, I see..." Hearing the explanation that it was still a fire, Han Feng was relieved. Then he said, "Since there are still so many AKs... then just make bullets."

After thinking about it, Han Feng instructed, "Fifty thousand AK47 bullets, confirm, make them."

"Okay, Captain Han. "After Luna finished speaking, Han Feng's account instantly disappeared 500 gold coins...

"Squeak..."

The newly made rifle bullets, compared to ordinary pistol bullets, have undergone great changes in packaging.

First of all, the non-metallic, non-plastic outer packaging is very eye-catching. Han Feng went forward and touched it, but he couldn't tell what kind of material it was.

Lifting the rifle bullet box, Han Feng felt the weight was very heavy, and he almost couldn't lift it with one arm...

"Luna, how many rounds are there in this box of bullets?"

"Report to Captain Han, a box of rifle bullets, 500 rounds."

"No wonder it's so heavy." Muttering, Han Feng put down the bullet box in his hand. When he stood up and looked at the weapons in front of him, he was stunned...

It turned out that at his feet, there were densely packed boxes of all sizes.

Holding his head, Han Feng said in his heart that he was careless!!!

At the same time, Han Feng also realized a problem in his heart, that is, all semi-trailers should not have finished unloading now. After hesitating again and again, Han Feng ordered, "Luna, let Simon bring a large team, drive all the armored vehicles, and come to load. "

"Okay, Captain Han."

After the conversation, while waiting for the "cleaning troops", the barracks continued to transport ammunition out...

A few minutes later, more than ten armored vehicles arrived at the barracks. As soon as he saw Simon, Han Feng, who was "buried" in the pile of weapons, felt that he was "saved"...

According to Han Feng's instructions, all the members of the first team began to carry boxes and load them into the armored vehicles.

Looking at the busy backs of the Red Alert soldiers, Han Feng silently took out his mobile phone...

"It's midnight..." Reading the time on the mobile phone display, Han Feng realized that it was time to go back and rest.

But the barracks continued to transport ammunition out, and not all the weapons at the door of the barracks were collected.

After a pause, Han Feng looked at Simon and asked, "Simon, how long will it take to finish?"

"Report to Captain Han, since the capacity of the armored vehicle is too small, we will definitely not be able to load all these weapons and ammunition in this trip. I guess we will have to come again."

"..." Simon finished speaking, and Han Feng pursed his lips... Well, I don't know how long it will take to go back and forth.

After thinking for a few seconds, Han Feng said, "Weapons and ammunition... Let's put them in the warehouse first. I'll trouble you tonight, and the personnel on duty will distribute some to the warehouse."

When saying this, Han Feng suddenly remembered that due to the fire, the warehouse was burned with several large holes. It is not realistic to make temporary remedies now. We can only put the weapons and ammunition in the "leaky" warehouse first, and wait until tomorrow morning to solve the problem of weapon storage.

In addition, there are more Red Alert soldiers responsible for guarding near the warehouse, so there is no need to worry about safety issues.

"Okay, Captain Han!"

"Come on! It's up to you next~" Patting Simon on the shoulder, Han Feng turned and walked towards the multi-purpose infantry vehicle.

On the way back, Han Feng's face was full of happy smiles.

I didn't expect that the AK47 bullets were actually low-level bullets? ! One gold coin can be exchanged for one hundred bullets!

You know, the reward for a mobilized soldier to kill a first-level zombie is also one gold coin. According to the comparison of previous data, a zero-star mobilized soldier will consume an average of four to five bullets to kill a first-level zombie.

One hundred bullets are enough for a mobilized soldier to kill twenty first-level zombies! This is completely "free"!

Whenever Han Feng thought of this, he couldn't suppress the smile on his face...

Back to the zinc mine, Han Feng went upstairs and lay on the bed to suppress his excited heartbeat, comforting himself to go to bed quickly, and there would be other things waiting for him to deal with tomorrow.

But... the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't sleep. Tonight, Han Feng had insomnia... until three o'clock in the morning, he barely fell asleep.

At 7:30 the next morning... Han Feng squinted his two bloodshot eyes and started a day's action.

Standing at the bedroom window, Han Feng lit a cigarette. Looking at the warehouse not far away, he asked thoughtfully, "Luna, do we have any remaining color steel?"

"Report to Captain Han, there are still some remaining color steel,