This Game Is Too Realistic

New Industrial Zone, in Goblin Technology Workshop.

In the workshop where various parts were stacked, there was a three-wheeled motorcycle with a rather punk appearance.

Unlike ordinary motorcycles, it not only had big tires, but the engine that drove the tires was also ridiculously large. Because the height of the engine exceeded the seat cushion, it had to be mounted on the side of the motorcycle and carried on an extra wheel, which made it look like a rickshaw.

And the shape of the engine was also quite unique. It was like a stove for burning sweet potatoes. There was a round feed inlet on the top, which made it easy to be mistaken as an outdoor trash can if it was placed on the roadside alone.

But in fact, the overly wide feed inlet was deliberately designed that way for the convenience of the driver to add fuel to it.

Walking beside the administrator, Mosquito excitedly introduced his new invention to him. “This is a firewood engine that we modeled on the Army-style light truck, designed for the terrain around Clearspring City!”

“After some simple improvements, it is now more adaptable to bumpy environments than before. Even in mud pits, it can still ensure that the engine will not accidentally stall. Our soldiers will no longer have to hold the butt of their guns against the wood in the feed port!"

"And this motorcycle is also a masterpiece of our goblin technology, I call it Death Breath!"

"What do you think? Doesn’t it look cool?"

It was just that Chu Guang felt that the name was somewhat ominous, as if the person sitting on it was doomed to never return.

But aside from these, it was quite interesting. The principle of this engine was probably similar to that of the portable steam engine.

The feed port in the shape of a trash can was connected to a barrel-like device and a pipe. After the wood was fed into the feed port, it would be dried in the process of slow falling, then cracked by the internal heat, and incompletely burned in the limited oxygen. The carbon on the surface would react with water and oxygen to generate a mixed gas containing hydrogen, methane, and carbon monoxide, and then this mixed gas would be introduced into the engine after passing through the metal condenser tube in the end.

After that, the principle was similar to that of other natural gas engines, including the piston and cylinder structure and so on.

3 kilograms of wood was equivalent to 1 liter of gasoline, which was enough for the motorcycle to run 20 kilometers, which was equivalent to 15 kilograms of wood consumed for 100 kilometers. It was not only easy to use but also cheap.

After all, the only thing that was not lacking in the wasteland was wood.

In fact, that wasn’t a recent invention. After all, he had made a wood-powered engine for the Woodworking Cabin a while ago.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The Molotov Cocktails used by the players in the early days, as well as the flamethrower he used himself, were all made from the by-products of turning wood into gas.

After carefully looking at this uniquely shaped motorcycle for a while, Chu Guang looked at Mosquito and continued to ask, "What is the top speed?"

Mosquito said in a positive tone, "It won’t be a problem to reach 90 miles per hour! But I don’t recommend driving that fast. Given the road conditions outside, I’m afraid a bump can send it flying."

Chu Guang nodded, expressing his understanding.

Although he had never ridden a motorcycle, he had ridden a scooter. So he could make up the picture with a little imagination.

"Not bad."

"Although there is still a lot of room for improvement, it’s already good enough."

"With this thing, our mobility on the battlefield will increase a lot, thank you for your contribution to the revival of the Federation of People."

Mosquito didn’t expect that his invention would be praised so highly by the faction leader, his face suddenly showed a flattered expression.

Restraining the excitement in his heart, he said happily, "It’s my honor to be able to share your worries!"

Order!

Silver coins!

And the most important thing was that his invention was recognized by the administrator!

Mosquito couldn’t help bursting into tears when he thought of his proud work being listed in the NPC store and being selected by the players in the server.

Who would dare to say that my invention is useless again?

Who would dare to say that my creation is redundant?

Huh?! Who would dare?!

Chu Guang glanced strangely at Mosquito, who was suddenly excited. He didn’t say anything, but continued to ask about production. "Is this kind of engine troublesome to make? And that... uh, Death Breath motorcycle... How many can you produce in a month?"

Mosquito said with a smile. "It’s not troublesome at all! As long as the supply of materials is sufficient and the orders from the steel plant can be completed in time, there will be no problem in assembling it in 3 days! If it’s faster, it can even be done in 2!"

3 days.

Slightly slower than expected.

I’m afraid that it won’t make it in time for the coming battle.

However, Chu Guang also knew that this was something that couldn’t be helped.

To engage in large-scale production required a lot of manpower and material resources. At present, 80% of the resources of the new industrial zone were concentrated in the production of weapons and ammunition. No matter how much it was mobilized, it was impossible to conjure something out of thin air.

As for the vehicle, it could only be placed on the second priority temporarily.

But what made Chu Guang gratified was that Mosquito seemed to have come to his senses recently, and finally began to consider abandoning the production model of the small workshop, adapting to the needs of the versions, hiring other players and native people, and learning from Steel Plant 81 to become bigger and stronger.

That was undoubtedly a good start.

...

After issuing an order to the Goblin Technology via VM, Chu Guang left the Goblin Technology, went to check on Steel Plant 81, and then returned to the outpost.

However, shortly after he returned to the base, he saw Wrench walking towards him with a serious expression. "Sir! The patrol team deployed in the northeast reported that they have discovered a large number of marauders’ activities in the area from Central Continent Aerospace Ecological Experimental Base to Winter Willow Camp. They should be from the southern suburbs of Heavenly Water City!"

They’re finally here!

For some reason, after hearing this news, instead of feeling anxious, Chu Guang actually heaved a sigh of relief.

It was much better for Black Snake to attack at that time rather than one month later. He and Vanus had already anticipated that they would attack in advance.

Looks like those marauders want to spend the winter in a cell.

Very good.

Chu Guang looked at Wrench and ordered calmly, "Mobilize all the soldiers. Deploy according to the plan made the night before!"

Wrench said with a solemn expression. "Yes, Sir!"

…

​Northeast of Clearspring City.

A convoy of 20 light trucks, 8 armored pickup trucks, and a tank was now slowly moving forward in the white snow in a crooked formation.

In addition to the vehicles, there were hundreds of marauders scattered across the flanks of the convoy, as well as nearly 1000 shackled slaves.

With all their belongings, they marched very slowly.

From time to time, trucks would get stuck in the snow due to poor road conditions, and then slaves would have to pull them out manually.

So much so that the marauders walking beside them had to slow down and wait for those bulky big vehicles.

Sitting in the back seat of an armored pickup truck, Black Snake had an impatient expression on his face. He couldn’t help urging the driver, "How long will it take us to get there?"

The driver, who was holding the steering wheel, replied nervously, "We should be able to get there before dark, sir."