One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty Seven Favorable Projects

Chen Chaogong opened the door and got out of the car, jumped on the roof of the car, holding two red and white flags in his hands, signaling the convoy behind to stop and camp here.

Behind An Ran's car, many trucks followed. Most of the trucks were filled with power users, there was also a truck of experts, and there was also a truck responsible for flying drones to monitor zombies and mutated animals ahead.

The last few vehicles are medical vehicles.

As soon as they saw the small chess piece waved by Chen Chaogong, everyone stopped the car and began to move things down from the truck. Except for the car responsible for monitoring the enemy situation ahead, which did not move, everyone else got out. The car is setting up a tent.

There was a man in charge of communications, carrying a large radio equipment on his back, and hurriedly ran through the crowd to Anran's car window. Anran had woken up at this moment, and she sorted out her mood for a while before returning to the car window. Bracing himself, he opened the car door and looked at the man in charge of communications.

"Hello An Ran, the front line sent a message that 30 bodies have been removed. I hope we can be prepared."

The man showed the communication record in his hand to An Ran. The number of deaths was naturally more than 30. These 30 corpses were only those that were well preserved and could be resurrected by Liu Shasha, while those that had been burned to ashes, or were The mutated animal had its bones dismantled into its abdomen. No matter how hard it was saved, it could not be saved, so it was given up.

An Ran nodded, took out a pen, and signed on the paper, indicating that he had seen the message. The man who would come to report the news later would have to go back to the communication team to hand in the task.

After signing, An Ran lowered his head and looked at her name, but the pen tip paused, and the word "door" written on the back of the paper instantly appeared in his mind.

The man who reported the news looked at An Ran with a puzzled expression. She took the pen and looked down at the name she signed on the paper. After looking at it for a long time, the man asked:

"Anron, what's wrong with you?"

An Ran finally came to his senses, shook his head, and handed the paper and pen in his hand to the man who reported the news.

After setting up camp, everyone officially got busy. The power users and a small number of earth power users began to rest in place, preparing to dig a lake and store water in three hours. Under the protection of the power bodyguards, the experts began to look for a suitable place to dig the lake. Water storage location.

An expert in charge of design held a map and slowly unfolded it in front of An Ran. He talked eloquently to An Ran, saying that these artificial lakes are all built on an underground river. If an artificial lake dries up, then only the water system will The dry artificial lake can be refilled with a little work by the superpower, or by setting up a pumping system on the edge of the artificial lake.

The construction of these artificial lakes is also very particular. This time it is just the lakes built along the underground rivers. In the future, more small lakes will be built everywhere in the mutant forest, and even experts and It is planned to link these small lakes with the large lake built this time, so that the large lake can supply water to the small lake.

"We must not only think about the next two or three years, but also for the next decades or even hundreds of years. Digging lakes to store water is a beneficial project. As long as artificial lakes are built everywhere, the future changes will The forest is not afraid of those fire zombies at all."

The expert's voice was filled with hope. He passionately pointed to An Ran on the map where he planned to build a small lake in the future. An Ran seemed a little uninterested, but still cooperated with the expert and looked patiently. Holding the map.