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But the problem comes again.
how to get to?
What if the road is too long and I get lost and die?
Jiang Lu wanted to order these infected people to carry him around to explore, but this means of transportation was still too advanced for humans. No matter whether they met people from Paradise City or exiles, they would be sliced into pieces as heretics.
If the infected were invincible, humans would have died out long ago, so we must not show off too much before we know the extent of firepower these forces possess.
"We need a relatively low-key means of transportation, and we need to bring an undead as a guide. As for the others, they will stay where they are and serve as my trump card..."
Jiang Lu rubbed his chin.
"In that case..."
He turned his attention to the remaining parts in the basin.
"Those who were engineers or knowledgeable about mechanics, step out!"
At a command, hundreds of infected people struggled to crawl out from the mountain of corpses and looked up at Jiang Lu who was lined up below.
"Very good, all the materials you can use are in front of you."
"Now..."
"Build me a Gundam!"
Chapter 34 How do you know I picked up a plane?
Everyone thought of it, everyone thought of it, the Undead Engineering Corpses, which were not expected to be able to build the Gundam, were actually unable to do so.
The Gundam was ultimately not able to be put together.
Jiang Lu was actually mentally prepared. After all, this was the spirit realm, and the undead probably didn't even know what Gundam was.
But Jiang Lu still gave the order.
The bet is just one sentence: What if?
But today is not a good day, what if I don’t go to work?
So Jiang Lu had to settle for the next best thing. He pointed at the wreckage of the passenger plane that was already halfway buried in the ground and said, "Then change this into a stealth fifth-generation air superiority fighter with high stealth, high situational awareness, and high maneuverability. After the modification, engrave HUAVEI on the shell. I will cough if you drive anything else."
Although they cannot build Gundams, the Undead Engineering Corpses are very good at building airplanes.
Maybe they can't be said to be experts, but by comparison, at least they know what the structure of an airplane is.
"I'll take a nap. Call me when you're done."
After giving the instructions, Jiang Lu yawned and decided to take a rest.
Seeing that their emperor had fallen asleep, the engineering corpses began to work vigorously.
If you look closely at the process of forging them, you may find that the technological direction of the world in this spiritual realm is similar to that of the real world before the supernatural revival, but it is far beyond that level.
However, Jiang Lu obviously didn't care about these trivial matters.
No matter what your level is, I am a member of management. No matter how capable the employee is, he has to listen to me!
Early in the morning, the corpse of the chief engineer climbed up the pile of corpses and poked the sleeping Jiang Lu.
The latter opened his eyes sleepily, yawned, and said in a daze: "It's already dawn."
The corpse of the chief engineer bent over very servilely and pointed at their work of the night in a flattering manner.
Jiang Lu looked in the direction it pointed and was immediately surprised.
Relying on these scraps of metal, in just one night, with the almost seamless communication and synchronization of hundreds of undead, they actually worked together to create a brand new airplane.
Although the aircraft looked rusty due to material limitations, its appearance really appealed to Jiang Lu.
"I tested! Red Spider!" Jiang Lu blurted out excitedly.
If it was a brand new Starscream, Jiang Lu could only describe it as a poor imitation at best.
But now it is a battle-damaged version, which makes him very excited.
Just like the same beautiful girl, the feeling of wearing stockings and wearing torn stockings is definitely different.
Seeing that he was so satisfied, the chief engineer corpse was immediately relieved. He gestured to Jiang Lu to explain that they had sent people to find fuel and that there were sufficient resources, so he didn't need to worry.
"Awesome." Jiang Lu slid down from the pile of corpses and ran straight to the plane, wishing he could sit on it right away.
The engineering corpses lined the two sides of the road, warmly welcoming Jiang Lu's test flight.
But at this moment Jiang Lu suddenly realized a problem and frowned.
The chief engineer who was following behind him thought that Jiang Lu was dissatisfied with something, so he bent down tremblingly.
"Wait...I don't know how to fly a plane."
The engineering zombies' clapping movements froze in place for a moment.
But as I said before, Jiang Lu is a very flexible person.
He is also a very good leader.
If you can't do something yourself, there's no need to do it yourself. Just hire someone who can do it.
So he pointed at the chief engineer's corpse and said, "You, get out of this body and attach yourself to the aircraft's control system. From now on, you will be called Jarvis."
The chief engineer's corpse was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed, and then he turned into an undead and entered the cockpit.
The other engineering corpses looked at it with envy, wishing they could replace it.
Seeing this, Jiang Lu, in the spirit of fairness, comforted them, "Ah, I know you guys have worked hard, but there is nothing we can do. One is enough. This person is the representative you nominated, so this person is the right one.
But don't be discouraged, I still have tasks for you."
Hearing this, the engineering corpses and the tens of thousands of undead that made up the mountain of corpses all looked over.
"There are still a lot of materials here." Jiang Lu said seriously, "Is it okay to build a military base for me?"
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Exile camp.
After a long period of wandering, the people who were originally exiled from Paradise City also established a camp with relatively some self-protection capabilities.
Due to the limitation of technology, the exiles are destined to be unable to build tall buildings.
Therefore, the space inside the switchboard is almost entirely made up of arched wooden houses with large-span steel structures.
After a long period of development, the camp is not small in size and can accommodate thousands of people.
However, due to the presence of infected and undead invasions in the desert at night, as well as the covetous eyes of Paradise City, the large size of the camp actually means that if any crisis occurs, the exiles and their descendants can easily be destroyed.
It is for this reason that the current great chief, the direct descendant of the first generation of exiles and the son of the first ruthless man who integrated the power of all the exiles in the desert, has set up several such camps in order to prevent any accidents.
At this moment, he was listening to the military advisor's report with a worried look on his face.
"Captain, the people we sent out at dawn have just returned and found nothing."
The chief asked with a hint of luck: "What about the cemetery? Have you visited it?"
The military advisor shook his head: "The terrain has been completely destroyed. The infected should be out in full force. If we get close at this time, we will definitely be torn to pieces. As for the informant, there should be no way for him to survive."
Although he had been mentally prepared, he was still a little annoyed when he confirmed the news.
"It took three full days from deciding on the candidates to sending them here. If we let them prepare, who knows how long it will take. The next attack will be tomorrow. In order to avoid suspicion from those bastards, we must proceed as planned!"
"But if that's the case..." The military advisor's eyes dimmed, "Another plane and a pilot will be meaninglessly lost. These resources will be wasted if we use them."
The Exiles lack ground-to-air weapons and have no countermeasures against aircraft, so there is a saying in the desert: whoever controls the sky is the king.
Therefore, if an aircraft is lost for no reason, it will not only weaken the leader's strength, but also his prestige.
"Then what can be done?"
The chief pursed his lips and waved his hands helplessly: "We have invested so much. We can't turn back before we take over Paradise City."
"I'm afraid of those people now..." The military advisor hesitated.
"No." The chief was very confident: "We need their support, and if they want to get out of the desert, they must have our information and intelligence. They will not turn against us until we can both win."
"No, I'm afraid they haven't just contacted us."
The military advisor said solemnly: "After your father passed away, you asked your uncles to disperse with some of their forces for safety reasons. However, they will not understand your painstaking efforts, and will only think that this is an opportunity."
"Humph..." The chief sneered, "They have been eyeing us for a long time, and even joined forces to secretly control several mines and garbage dumps. But it doesn't matter. My good uncles may be short-sighted, but they are not fools. They know who to cooperate with is a wise move."
"Besides... our goal is not just the desert." The chief's eyes showed a ruthless look: "I want to take back everything that my father lost. This may be... my only chance in this life."
Seeing that the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat solemn, the military advisor smiled lightly to ease the atmosphere and said jokingly: "Alas, if only a plane could fall from the sky, I wouldn't feel so bad."
"Haha." The chief laughed: "How can this be..."
But before he could finish his words, a whistling sound suddenly came from the distance of the camp.
Then, they both heard the shouting of a crowd outside their residence.
"Enemy attack!" "Enemy attack!"
The two men looked at each other, and both stood up from their chairs as if facing a formidable enemy and walked to the windowsill.
Then, they saw a real plane gliding from the east and landing steadily on the runway not far from their residence.
Compared with the few lonely and simple planes on the runway, this plane, although rusty, is very complete, and its appearance as a fighter jet can easily kill those planes pretending to be planes.
It is no exaggeration to say that it is like an eagle falling into a flock of pheasants.
"This is..." The military advisor was dumbfounded.
The chief stared at the plane, frowning, without saying a word.
Armed forces among the exiles soon surrounded the plane.
As the cabin slowly opened, Jiang Lu crawled out.
Seeing dozens of guns pointed at him, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he was moved and cried out, "I finally found the organization!"
The armed leader didn't buy it and asked sternly, "Who are you?!"
"Ah? What?" Jiang Lu pretended not to hear clearly and acted surprised: "How do you know I picked up a plane while walking on the road?"