CHAPTER 472: CHAPTER 455: BULLET RELOADING ACHIEVED

Guangdong Province.

Baiyun District, Furong Mountain Resort.

The drizzling rain accompanied by the howls of zombies.

Inside this wall, it was silent.

In the sky, occasional thunder ripped through the pitch-dark night.

Boom boom –

The lightning also lit up a room inside the wall.

Ye Lao wrapped himself in a coat and slowly walked to the door.

Perhaps because the rainy weather had turned chilly, this somewhat frail old man coughed a couple of times from time to time.

The lightning illuminated the room, the frail old man lifted his head, his cloudy eyes filled with vicissitudes and stories, and as he turned, an inexplicable aura was highlighted.

Standing at his door on duty, the person saw the old man come out and quickly stepped forward.

The old man looked at the sky which had turned dark again after the lightning, then turned to the guard beside and said warmly, "Xiao Liu, you should go rest too."

The sturdy man on duty, upon hearing the frail old man’s words and seeing the red blood vessels in his eyes, said, "Ye Lao, I’m fine. It’s you who really needs to rest well."

Ye Lao didn’t respond after hearing this.

Silence lingered for a while before Ye Lao suddenly asked, "Is there still no news from Old Luo and the others?"

The sturdy man on duty gave a bitter smile and said, "No, Ye Lao, perhaps they have already..."

As much time had passed, one couldn’t help but think of certain possibilities, but just as the sturdy man began to speak, seeing Ye Lao’s fatigue, he did not have the heart to continue.

Ye Lao’s expression remained unchanged; instead, he spoke to Xiao Liu beside him, "How are Old Ma and the others doing? With such heavy rain this time, the pressure on their defense must be huge."

Xiao Liu said, "Captain Ma hasn’t slept for two days, and there was a disturbance in the base this morning too. It was those survivors who came in to take shelter from the rain. The trouble started over the ownership of a biscuit..."

Ye Lao sighed and said, "Has it calmed down now?"

Xiao Liu replied, "It has calmed down, but everyone is still somewhat gloomy..."

Ye Lao gazed at the pitch-black sky and slowly said, "Old Luo has gone out, let’s wait a bit longer. How long can our food supply last?"

Xiao Liu thought for a moment and said, "Two weeks."

Ye Lao slightly frowned but did not say much more. Their own people were already short on food, and he had just thought about distributing some to the survivors. Now, there were only less than two weeks of reserves left.

They could hardly take care of themselves.

Ye Lao tightened his clothing and picked up an umbrella from the corner of the wall. Seeing this, Xiao Liu beside him quickly followed, "Ye Lao, where are we going?"

The old man did not turn back but proceeded towards the dark gate, with one shallow step followed by a deep one, "To see how Old Ma and the others are doing."

...

Spring rain is as precious as oil.

But in this Jiangnan plum rain season, it is exceedingly annoying; as soon as the plum rain season arrives, both the indoors and outdoors air are filled with moisture.

The air was swirling with mist.

Even the walls inside the house, when scraped by hand, could scrape off a layer of water.

Big Camphor Tree Base, Inner City.

In Li Yu’s room, the dehumidifier was turned on.

Since the last update increased the number of batteries several times, the base can now rely on these batteries for over a month without adding more energy.

Moreover, the wind generators are still operating continuously, and in the middle of the two mountains at Mountain Pond, rainwater continuously gushes out, and several hydroelectric generators have been installed in the elevation differences with the plains. Although the electricity generated is not much, it is continuously produced.

Currently, there is no energy shortage in Big Camphor Tree Base.

Previously, there was no significant shortage of power generation, the problem was the storage of electricity which was cumbersome.

Later, after they added more batteries, the situation improved and was resolved.

Li Yu’s room is not damp; these dehumidifiers were still purchased in bulk online before the apocalypse, and many were bought.

Now, those dehumidifiers are also being used in the large underground warehouse.

Some things inside must be kept dry to prevent them from becoming moldy.

Outside the base, zombies are densely packed, but a trench about ten meters from the wall surrounds the base, and it’s two and a half meters deep.

Currently, many zombies have fallen into the trench, and many spikes have been placed inside, piercing the zombies that fall.

Only a very few are pierced through the skull, but most are pierced through other parts of their bodies, rendering them immobile.

They can only lie there, mouths agape, letting the rain fall into their mouths.

Growling~

Squeaking~

The door to Li Yu’s room was pushed open, and upon hearing the sound, Li Yu turned his head towards the door.

Upon seeing who came in, a smile appeared on his lips.

"Come in." Li Yu said softly.

Yutong nodded, walked to Li Yu’s side, and saw his smile, but she noticed a trace of worry lingering in his brows.

She whispered, "Old Lü and the others are currently on the walls; there’s no rush with the lathe. Let’s talk about it after the rain stops.

Just now on my way here, I heard that Third Uncle has already tested it. Using the lathe He Bing brought back, he has assembled the bullet reloading equipment and can now achieve bullet reloading!"

Hearing this, Li Yu was startled and blurted out, "Really?"

Yutong nodded seriously.

Once Li Yu confirmed she wasn’t joking, his tightly knotted brows, like clouds dispersing to reveal the mountain forest, finally eased.

"Good, good, good!"

Li Yu said three times in succession and then stood up to go to Third Uncle, although currently, it was only bullet reloading, it was great news for them.

"Let’s go check it out." Li Yu said, standing up to see if bullet reloading could indeed be achieved.

Yutong did not refuse but followed Li Yu outside.

At this moment, in a factory inside the base, it was crowded with people who were curiously watching Third Uncle tinker with the device in front of him.

With Third Uncle’s operation, the bullet casings that had been fired and not reused were quickly turned into new bullets through a process.

Upon seeing this, the crowd cheered.

When they heard the cheers, Li Yu and Yutong, braving the rain, slowly walked in.

Once inside, Li Yu approached Third Uncle and watched his operation, asking, "Third Uncle, how many bullets can be reloaded in an hour?"

Lost in his work until then, Third Uncle looked up and replied, "With swift actions and teamwork, we can produce 60 bullets per hour."

Hearing this number, the excitement Li Yu felt on the way here instantly calmed down.

He thought to himself that this one is only a mini-model, it works, but the efficiency is not very high. It seems that he must obtain the larger lathes from the neighboring city.