Three days is not a long time.
Seeing that there was not much time left before teleporting to the end of the world, Zhou Qiang went to the machinery processing factory and took away twenty sets of armors.
Thanks to Zhang Fuqiang's efforts, the machinery processing factory contacted some workers who had worked with him before.
With enough money, more than thirty people were reached in two days.
In this way, the efficiency is increased by five or six times.
However, Zhou Qiang adjusted the manufacturing direction and paid more attention to the number of battle axes.
If the factory has 100 employees, it can produce more than 500 pairs of armors in a week.
This number is very impressive.
Suburban villa.
After Zhou Qiang gave orders to Su Mei, he returned to his room.
Everything is ready.
As the countdown cleared, Zhou Qiang disappeared into the room.
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apocalypse.
It was still the residential building that I originally left.
From modern times full of the smell of gasoline to the end of the world, there is a thick musty smell and a stench.
The zombies all over the city are somewhat rotten.
This smell is naturally not good.
Two different flavors reminded Zhou Qiang that this was no longer a safe and modern place.
But it is an extremely dangerous apocalypse.
"call!"
Zhou Qiang let out a breath.
The Mammoth was still standing in front of Zhou Qiang, like a big mountain, full of oppression.
"Put on the armor on the Mammoth first."
Zhou Qiang took out a set of armor suitable for the height of the Mammoth from the storage space.
When he was in the processing factory, Zhou Qiang tried assembly.
Pieces of alloy armor components were installed on the Mammoth's body, and the last component was clicked on.
The mammoth standing in front of Zhou Qiang was fully armed, like a super armored knight in the Middle Ages.
Wearing alloy armor, he is extremely powerful.
Zhou Qiang took out the battle shield and battle ax again and asked the Mammoth to equip them.
He held a shield in one hand and a huge battle ax in the other.
In the era of cold weapons, this is definitely the most powerful war machine.
The entire set of equipment, which weighed nearly a hundred kilograms, was worn on the Mammoth Man's body, but it was as if it was nothing.
"ox!"
Zhou Qiang was very happy.
The strength of the armed Mammoth has increased by several levels.
After taking a satisfied look, Zhou Qiang snapped his fingers: "Brothers, get up and work."
time.
In the shops on both sides of the city's streets, zombies lying down and pretending to be dead got up under Zhou Qiang's order.
They walked out of their hiding places carrying rolled wood knives and various tools.
If a survivor saw it, they would definitely feel creepy.
Borrowing one of the zombies to become a clone, Zhou Qiang observed this street.
I killed a lot of zombies before.
But within three days, the place was crowded with zombies again.
The zombies seemed to be endlessly killed.
Isn’t it strange when you think about it, how many zombies has Zhou Qiang killed?
Compared to the tens of millions of zombies in the Acropolis, they are only a drop in the bucket.
"Free to kill!"
After issuing this command, the zombie boys started to move.
Zhou Qiang discovered an interesting phenomenon.
After being given instructions again and again, the zombie boys actually developed an instinct.
There is no need to be precise about where to cut.
However, the zombie boys have already followed the last position and chopped off the zombie's head and neck.
【You get 1 manufacturing point! 】
The familiar prompt appeared again.
Now we have money, but what we lack is manufacturing points.
The zombie boys are like zombie robots, faithfully executing Zhou Qiang's instructions.
The whole street was filled with strange slashing sounds again.
Occasionally, there will be the sound of cracking bones.
Needless to say, these are the sounds coming from the zombie boys as they chop down zombie bones.
【You get 1 manufacturing point! 】
【You get 1 manufacturing point! 】
【you……】
The messages that kept flooding the screen made Zhou Qiang feel better.
The manufacturing point continues to set sail.
"In the future, we can find a place deeper into the city and return to the modern earth. We can also let these zombie boys continue to kill zombies."
What is this equivalent to, hang up.
Lack of manufacturing points?
With just one instruction, the zombie boys would help him kill zombies day and night.
In this case, it is really equivalent to hanging up.
After returning from the modern earth, how can I get myself thousands of manufacturing points in three days?
Choose a location where it is difficult for survivors to appear, and let the zombie boy brush it, and it should not be discovered.
This matter is very exciting.
Zhou Qiang was moved.
Of course, if you use ordinary zombies, their efficiency is too low and they are prone to losses.
Let these zombie boys start work, Zhou Qiang didn't care about them anymore.
The funds Zhou Qiang brought back this time were a qualitative leap from the last time.
It can be said that the future will be like a snowball.
"Let's earn some manufacturing points first."
Zhou Qiang put his mind and consciousness into the armed mammoth, making it his clone.
That surging sense of power came out again.
It was like a scholar who had no strength in his hands suddenly gained the power of a strong man.
This feeling is really great.
At that moment, the mammoth moved.
It was covered in aluminum alloy armor, holding a battle shield in one hand and a battle ax in the other, and took a step forward.
Zhou Qiang tried to control the mammoth man to swing his axe.
The tomahawk weighs nearly sixty pounds, but is extremely flexible.
The excessive speed even caused the sound of the battle ax breaking through the air.
The Tomahawk, which weighs nearly sixty pounds, is effortless to use.
Zhou Qiang was relieved now.
Then Zhou Qiang controlled the Mammoth and left the residential building.
Standing on the street, there were a lot of zombies wandering around.
The zombies here are completely unaware of this mammoth armed to the teeth.
Apart from being sensitive to smells and sounds, zombies have nothing in this world that interests them.
Zhou Qiang has long been accustomed to this scene.
The person controlling the mammoth strode away.
After leaving some distance, an oncoming zombie came towards me.
There were many rotten places on its body, especially its belly.
This is just an ordinary zombie, there are at least tens of millions in Tianwei City.
The mammoth man controlled by Zhou Qiang was facing it at this moment, swinging the battle ax in his hand.
This sharp battle ax struck from its head with a sound of breaking through the air.
Under the huge force, plus the weight of the battle axe.
The results are horrific.
This zombie was like butter, split in half with a single axe.
The woodcutter I used last time could only cut half of it.
But after replacing the tomahawk, it was split into two halves.
A good weapon, its importance is highlighted.
"Tsk tsk, this effect is awesome!"
After taking a look at the zombies split in half, Zhou Qiang ignored the bloody scene.
Several times in the apocalypse, the number of zombies killed by one's hands exceeded hundreds.
What kind of scenes has Zhou Qiang not seen?
Now Zhou Qiang can watch all this calmly.
Especially after using the clone, Zhou Qiang's acting style is extremely bold without having to do it himself.
Controlling zombie clones is equivalent to possessing an immortal body.
If you really seek death, it will just be the zombie clone being killed.
You can go back and make another one.
As long as Zhou Qiang's body does not die, everything can be started over.
The mammoth man wearing aluminum alloy armor is so unusual in this street.
Wherever it walked, the battle ax kept swinging out, smashing the heads of zombies.
Zhou Qiang tried it for a while and mastered some of the techniques.
Killing ordinary zombies is really too easy.
These zombies are unaware, so just get close to them and hit the head with the tomahawk to end the battle immediately.
No need to use too much force.
The weight of the battle ax combined with the fragility of the head.
The weight of the tomahawk alone could crush their heads.
Along the way, there were corpses of zombies.
