"Okay, Korean team, one hundred M9 (with clipped tube) pistols, and one thousand rounds of matching ammunition. The barracks are being produced, please wait..."

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

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

How long has it been since Luna finished speaking and when the barracks opened and guns were delivered?! It didn’t even take a second, it was almost instantaneous, right?!

Seeing the boxes of weapons coming out, Han Feng couldn't help but be curious and walked forward. He picked up the first box in front of him and opened it eagerly...

Ten M9 pistols were placed staggered in the box, secured by the sponge lining. And around the guns, ten pitch-black silencers were quietly placed.

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

"So fast?!" While replying, Han Feng raised his head and looked behind the suitcase.

Behind the other nine black suitcases, there were ten square "boxes", all wrapped in kraft paper. No need to ask, these must be bullets.

Upon closer inspection, there are ten of these bullet boxes, each containing one hundred rounds of bullets.

Looking at the pile of things in front of him, Han Feng frowned and thought deeply... The magazine memory of the M9 pistol can hold fifteen bullets. If all the pistols and bullets are matched, each pistol can only hold ten bullets on average.

…

"Not enough!" After figuring it out, Han Feng continued to order: "Luna, make another two thousand rounds of matching bullets for the M9 pistol!"

"Report to the Korean team that making two thousand rounds of matching bullets for the M9 pistol requires two hundred gold coins. Please confirm..."

"confirm!"

"Okay, Team Korea, the barracks are under construction, please wait..."

After talking to Luna, Han Feng thought that each pistol was equipped with thirty rounds of ammunition, 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 a light machine gun! At least it must be an AK47.

Thinking of this, Han Feng asked angrily: "Luna, how much gold coins does the AK47 cost?"

"Report to the Korean team that the AK47 is considered an ordinary weapon, and the manufacturing price is one gold coin. Note: The AK47 manufactured in the barracks has no upgrade function, and does not have scopes, bayonets and other accessories."

"Beautiful!!!" After hearing the price of the AK47 for the conscripts, Han Feng cheered! Then he said: "Luna, make...one hundred AK47s! And add 30,000 rounds of matching bullets!"

"Report to the Korean team to make one hundred AK47s and 30,000 rounds of matching ammunition. Four hundred gold coins are needed. Please confirm."

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

Because he thought that in the weapons depot... there were weapons left behind by the former mobilization soldiers when they died in battle.

"Luna, how many AK47s are there left by the fallen conscripts in the weapons depot now?"

"Report to the Korean team that there are 152 leftover AK47s in the weapons depot."

Hearing the number of guns, Han Feng was stunned and said: "Isn't it right?...More than one hundred and fifty? Why so few? Didn't the last time I asked, there were more than three hundred?"

"Report to the Korean team... because of the fire..."

"Um, okay, I understand..." Han Feng was relieved when he heard the explanation that it was still a fire.

Then he said: "Since there are so many AKs... let's just make bullets."

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

"Okay, Team Han." After Luna said that, Han Feng's account instantly disappeared for five hundred gold coins...

"squeak……"

Compared with ordinary pistol bullets, the packaging of newly produced rifle bullets has undergone great changes.

First of all, the non-metal and non-plastic outer packaging is very eye-catching. Han Feng stepped forward and touched it, but could not identify what kind of material it was.

Lifting the rifle cartridge box, Han Feng felt that the weight was heavy on his hand, and he almost didn't lift it when he lifted it with one arm...

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

"Report to the Korean team, a box of rifle bullets, 500 rounds."

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

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

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

At the same time, Han Feng also realized a problem in his heart, that is, all the semi-trailers should not be unloaded yet. After hesitating again and again, Han Feng ordered: "Luna, let Simon lead a large team, drive all the armored vehicles, and come over to load

.”

"Okay, Team Korea."

After finishing the conversation, while waiting for the "clearance of troops", the barracks continued to send ammunition out...

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

Following Han Feng's instructions, all members of the first team began carrying boxes and loading them into the armored vehicle.

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

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

However, the barracks continued to transport ammunition out, and not all the weapons at the entrance 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 the Korean team that since the capacity of the armored vehicle is too small, this trip will definitely not be able to load all the weapons and ammunition. I guess I will have to do it again."

"..." After Simon finished speaking, Han Feng pursed his lips... Well, this time comes again and again, and I don't know how long it will take.

After thinking for a few seconds, Han Feng said: "Weapons and ammunition... let's put them in the warehouse first. I'll do your best tonight, and the security personnel will go to the warehouse to distribute some."

While saying this, Han Feng suddenly remembered that due to the fire problem, several large holes were burned out in the warehouse. It is not practical to make temporary repairs now, so the weapons and ammunition can only be put into the "leaky" warehouse first and wait until tomorrow.

Get up early and solve the problem of weapon storage.

In addition, there are red alert soldiers on duty near the warehouse, so there is no need to worry about safety issues.

"Okay Team Korea!"

"Come on! I'll leave it to you next~" Patting Simon on the shoulder, Han Feng turned and walked towards the multifunctional infantry vehicle.

On the way back, Han Feng's face was filled with a happy smile.

I really didn’t expect that the AK47 bullets were low-level bullets?! One gold coin can be exchanged for a hundred bullets!

You know, the reward for mobilizing soldiers to kill a first-level zombie is also one gold coin. According to the comparison of past data, a zero-star mobilized soldier can kill a first-level zombie.

On average, a corpse consumes four to five bullets.

One hundred rounds of bullets are enough for a conscript to kill twenty first-level zombies! This is completely "free prostitution"!

Every time he thinks of this, Han Feng can't restrain the smile on his face...

Back at the zinc mine, Han Feng went upstairs and lay on the bed, holding down his excited heartbeat and comforting himself to go to sleep quickly. There would be other things waiting for him to deal with when he wakes up 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 could barely fall asleep.

At seven-thirty the next morning... Han Feng squinted his two bloodshot eyes and started the day's activities.

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 leftover color steel?"

"Reporting to the Korean team, there are still remaining colored steel, but the quantity is not too much."

After listening, Han Feng continued to ask: "Approximately how many square meters of house can be built?"

"About 140 square meters."

"Let's build it~ It's in the zinc mine. Build a color steel room as a weapons depot. This way, even if there is an emergency at the zinc mine, there will be sufficient ammunition."

After a pause and not waiting for Luna to answer, Han Feng continued: "When the color steel house is built, then build a wall around it ~ just leave a door that can be entered and exited."

"Okay, Team Korea."

Immediately afterwards, based on what Han Feng showed just now, Luna started to work on the matter.

"The first-level barracks is so powerful... Then what will be the additional rewards for the second-level barracks..." After muttering in a low voice, Han Feng put out his cigarette butt, turned around and entered the bathroom, ready to wash up briefly.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Han Feng appeared in the restaurant.

Black sesame paste, oatmeal porridge, white flour steamed buns, sausages, pickles... At the end of the table, there is also a piece of chocolate cake!

Looking at the delicious food on the table, Han Feng licked the corner of his mouth.

But... what puzzled Han Feng was that he was the only one in the restaurant at this time and saw no one else.

"I don't care~ I'm starving to death!" After a private glance, Han Feng sat on the stool carelessly, picked up a steamed bun and started eating directly.

"I just got some water and you started eating?"

Han Feng had just finished a bowl of oatmeal when he heard Liu Rui's voice behind him.

"Where are you people? Where have you gone?" Han Feng did not answer Liu Rui's question, but asked instead.

"They all followed Wei Yun to distribute supplies. They won't be able to come back for a while."

When Liu Rui said this, he had already arrived in front of Han Feng. He took out a cup, poured a cup of boiling water, looked at Han Feng and asked: "What to drink? Milk? Guozhen? Milk tea? Or coffee?"

"Coffee... I didn't sleep well yesterday, so I just need to wake up."

"Okay~"

After answering, Liu Rui turned around and took out a bag of coffee from the cabinet behind him. While the cabinet door was not closed, Han Feng saw that it was filled with various beverage preparations.

"Thank you for bringing back such a brewed drink. Here, this is your coffee~" After bringing the stirred instant coffee to Han Feng, Liu Rui brewed another bag of milk powder and said, "The coffee is too bitter.

Milk is still delicious~”

In this way, Han Feng and Liu Rui chatted wordlessly. Ten minutes later, Han Feng "cleared" all the breakfast on the table, including the piece of chocolate cake.
Chapter completed!