Generally speaking, 3~4 kilograms of firewood was equivalent to 1L of gasoline, and the specific consumption would depend on the type, density and dryness of the firewood, making it impossible to generalize.
But it did not matter how much it would consume. The most indispensable thing in the outpost now was firewood. He just needed to arrange for someone to clean up the waste and deliver the wood in.
Through this power generation equipment, it was possible to stably provide a maximum of 10 kW of power to the outpost. Even at full load, it would consume less than 10 kilograms of wood per hour. It could be said that it was very cost-effective.
The generator started to operate successfully, and the nearby players all let out an excited cheer.
Their outpost finally had electricity!
Many tasks that could not be carried out were now able to be carried out.
"I'm going to dig for some wires and come back!"
"Can wires from two hundred years ago still work?"
"The insulating material protection should be usable. It doesn't matter if it can’t be used. At worst, we can melt it and make it again. I will think of a way and see if I can make a transformer and a voltage stabilizer, and then we can make steel directly on the electric furnace."
"Bro, you are such a genius!"
Listening to the conversations of the players, Chu Guang was also very happy in his heart.
The active matter extractor with a thick layer of dust finally started to work, extracting the corpses sent into the furnace into an active matter.
Ten corpses recovered around four units, and finally made up for the active matter deficit caused by a certain dumb player.
"The battle is over? We won?" Xia Yan, who was waiting by the elevator, asked quickly as she looked at Chu Guang who was walking towards her.
Chu Guang replied casually.
"I wouldn’t be here if we didn't win."
Xia Yan continued to ask.
"That group belonged to the Bloodhand Clan?"
Chu Guang glanced at her.
"You know them?"
"No, but I can guess it. They are quite famous in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City."
With a helpless expression, Xia Yan exclaimed.
"You better be careful. They may only send a small amount of people this time, but they are not as weak as they seem on the surface. There once was a merchant who probably wanted to seek revenge or something and hired a team of twenty mercenaries from Boulder City. But guess what happened?"
"I don't like guessing, just say it."
"Alright then... In the end, only one escaped, and he also lost one arm," Xia Yan took a deep breath and said, "That mercenary team's equipment was quite good, and they weren't a weak team. There were even two soldiers who retired from the Boulder City Militia. But fighting marauders and fighting mutants are completely different things, especially in the city."
"They planted tin mines and decoy bombs on the road, led Crunchers from the subway entrance to the shops along the street, and even tamed mutant hyenas... According to the person who came back alive, the battle was like a nightmare. They were facing a group of Crunchers who could shoot, lie down, support and attack."
Whether it was from a DIY iron-barreled rifle or the most advanced assault rifle, once the vital part took a hit, all it would take would be one shot. Even if the shot missed the vital part, it would take another shot at best.
The mercenaries in Boulder City were not regular soldiers, and it was impossible to use too good protective gear. Most people use wire and steel plates to protect the vital parts. Only a few rich people could afford exoskeleton and full armor.
"Maybe those mercenaries underestimated the enemy," Chu Guang said casually.
"Maybe, the people of Boulder City do look down on the countryside survivors."
"Like you?"
Xia Yan was embarrassed and quickly explained.
"Uh, of course, not including me."
Chu Guang smiled and didn't care.
Although he had never been to Boulder City, it was not difficult to understand this sense of superiority just by looking at the survivors of Bett Street when they mentioned it.
After all, it was the only "city" in Qingquan City and the only "place of order" left in this area.
The people living there, even if they were impoverished, were still masters compared to the outsiders.
"Speaking of which, why do I feel that you are not scared?"
"What's so scary about it, you’ve even torn a creeper with your bare hands, do you think you won't be able to beat them? Plus, there are so many people here," Xia Yan gave Chu Guang a strange look, seeming not to understand why he asked this strange question, "Why are you so nervous about it? From the sound of gunfire, there were at most seven or eight people, and they were in the open."
"..."
Emmm...
It makes sense.
Chu Guang didn't know how to refute for a while.
...
Late at night.
In an abandoned tire factory in the northern suburbs of Qingquan City.
Looking at the man prostrating under the steps, Bear leaning on the chair said in a lazy voice.
"How's the situation on the Badger's side? Have all the spoils been sent back?"
According to clan traditions, whoever won the battle had the priority to choose the spoils.
After bringing them back, everyone would enjoy them together, regardless of their level.
Generally, if the survivor’s stronghold was captured, the raiding team would usually stay there for a while and spend some time having some fun, such as having a party or other activities.
As the leader of the clan, Bear was naturally very considerate of his men.
But seeing that the sky was already dark, Bear felt slightly strange.
'Are they not coming back yet?'
"... There is no news yet." The man prostrating below the steps pressed his forehead to the ground, not daring to leave a millimeter.
"No news yet?"
Frowned, Bear's face was unhappy, and he said impatiently, "I remember they set off in the morning."
"Yes."
"Too slow."
Bear calmly stared at the man below the steps and said, "Send someone over. If they meet them on the road, then tell them to hurry up. If your people arrive and they haven't set off, come back and tell me."
"Yes!"
Looking at Cha who walked out of the tent, Bear touched the beard under his chin, feeling a little irritable inexplicably.
‘It's just a 30-person survivor stronghold. Why haven't they come back?’
‘Could they have run into an accident?’
‘But this possibility is very small.’
Shaking his head, Bear decided to stop thinking about it, and got up from the chair.
Even if the opponent was not an easy target, with Badger's alertness, he could definitely escape.
There was only one possibility that had been no news for so long, and that was either because they had forgotten the time because of having too much fun or they had spent too much time searching for the loot.
Bear no longer worried, and his mood relaxed a lot.
Especially when he thought of the almost broken "toy" in the room, his rough and ugly face showed a frightening smile.
This winter won't be too boring.
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