Thinking about the various problems of the shelter, Zhang Bei quickly found something suitable in the system mall.
[No. 9 light alloy formula and industrial blueprints: priced at 5 million points. 】
Clicking on the details page, an introduction to this alloy appeared in front of you.
[Light Alloy No. 9: Its weight is 30% of steel, its hardness is seven times that of steel, and its flexibility is five times that of steel. 】
[Alloy raw materials are:...]
[Application scope of alloy:...]
After seeing the introduction about No. 9 light alloy, Zhang Bei quickly added this thing to his list and bought it.
Judging from the strength of this material, there is absolutely no problem in using it for the main structure of the dungeon, and the most important point is that this thing is one of the drawings that does not require the light of miracles.
It’s not that there are no better materials, but it’s just that the end of the world is less than ninety days away. Those materials, no matter how good they are, cannot be industrialized in a short time, and they are not suitable for this world.
After solving the most difficult level in the dungeon, Zhang Bei no longer intends to purchase the remaining items in the system mall.
Whether a civilization can survive the end of the world ultimately depends on them. If they really relied on the savior for everything, the system would not set restrictions like the light of miracles.
"System, extract No. 9 light alloy, the extraction method is USB disk."
As Zhang Bei's order was issued, a large-capacity USB flash drive suddenly appeared in Zhang Bei's hand.
After putting away the USB flash drive, Zhang Bei also moved his eyes to places outside China.
For the entire earth, China is only a part after all. If you want to get enough points, there are so many places in the world that cannot be left alone.
A large part of the reason why things are still calm now is that the magnitude 12 earthquake attracted his attention.
After the tsunami from China floods the Magic City, my prophecy will soon be taken seriously.
It's just that it's very difficult for foreign places to be like China. Zhang Bei estimates that at least 50% of the population will die due to disasters of all sizes before the eternal night falls.
However, those rich people will build shelters one after another even if it is just for themselves. Although the scale may not be that large, they at least leave a kind of fire and a hope.
Time is like Mr. Lu’s Herb Garden, which always disappears into history unknowingly.
Six hours passed by in a blink of an eye, and there were only the last six hours left before the tsunami in Magic City.
A full two million people lined up and marched lightly, everything was ready.
Time was running out, and Luo Jingzhong didn't care about anything else and directly ordered the emergency march to begin.
The heavy rain hit the ground, splashing a little bit of water, and one team after another started running along the path.
Although the speed cannot be said to be very fast, at least everyone is making steady progress.
But running in the heavy rain is not a simple matter. Even if the team is led by veterans and all precautions are given, problems will inevitably arise in the team.
"Report, report, I sprained my foot!"
The veteran was looking after a few weak people behind him, and suddenly he felt a haze in his heart when he heard these words.
His eyes were fixed on the speaker, and as he watched him limping forward, the veteran held his hand and retreated to the side of the team.
"Li Dazhuang, take over from me and lead the team!"
"yes!"
The vigorous response made the veteran feel relieved, and he began to check the ankle of the young man in front of him.
For most untrained ordinary people, even if they know how to pay attention to the time, sprained feet are extremely common.
Looking at the figures passing by one after another, the young man finally spoke after being silent for a moment.
"Brother, why don't you leave first, I'll rest for a while and then follow."
"Fart, don't think I don't know what your intentions are!"
The veteran patted the young man's head without any courtesy, and then squatted down directly.
"Come up, I'll carry you!"
"Brother, more than thirty kilometers..."
"Where does all this nonsense come from? You can do it as soon as you are asked. I have been practicing for seven or eight years after all!"
With trust in the people's soldiers, the young man hesitated for a long time before lying on the veteran's back.
No one should be missing. This is not only the order of the commander-in-chief, but also the mission of the military uniform they carry.
This situation is not unique. The vast majority of the team of two million people are ordinary people. Running on slippery roads on heavy rainy days, they are easily injured if they are not careful.
Each veteran carried the wounded on his back without hesitation. The team never slowed down for a moment, and no one fell behind.
The drone hovering in the heavy rain faithfully recorded this scene, and the figure moving forward with difficulty touched everyone's hearts.
The first difficulty was overcome with the responsibility of the people's soldiers, but the second problem emerged ten kilometers later.
Most of today's young people are busy with work and study, so they don't have time to exercise.
After ten kilometers of rapid march, many people could no longer hold on, and the originally stable speed began to slow down.
Even if they are constantly urged by the veterans around them, most people cannot resist physical fatigue.
In the live broadcast room, the audience can best feel this change in speed.
[The current remaining time is four hours and thirty-seven minutes. 】
[Distance to finish: 26.7 kilometers. 】
Looking at the slow descent, countless people clenched their fists, and the barrage of prayers passed by like snowflakes.
[Come on, it’s more than 20 kilometers to go, don’t give up! 】
[Hold on, you must hold on! 】
[Hold on, as long as you hold on, there is still hope! 】
In the team, a figure was breathing heavily, his steps were getting slower and slower, and he was feeling dizzy in front of his eyes.
After going to college, Zhang Jian was busy studying, socializing, and participating in various competitions. Zhang Jian hadn't exercised so strenuously in an unknown amount of time.
Facing the far distance, the word "give up" kept lingering in my brain.
The two veterans of their team had gone to take care of the wounded, and he knew that it was absolutely impossible for him to run the thirty-seven kilometers due to his physical strength.
Looking at the figure moving forward with his head lowered, Zhang Jian stopped unconsciously.
Giving up may also be a good thing, at least it will not drag down the team, and it will not let more people fail to reach the finish line because of him.
Suddenly, a big hand pulled over his shoulder, bearing most of his body weight.
"What are you stopping for? Commander Luo said, no one should be left behind!"
In his eyes, a young man with clear eyes handed him a bottle of mineral water book, bearing more than half of his body weight and followed the team forward.
