The strongest reserve for the doomsday

"This broken door"

patted the wood chips on his shoulder, turned on the lamp, and lowered his head to get in.

"Sure enough, it's a firewood house"

In this small bungalow, the first thing that catches your eye is a few rats on the ground that have just been shocked to death.

If there were no soundproof rooms, we would have ended up like this. The huge explosion sound of the nuclear explosion directly shattered the internal organs, and the internal organs hemorrhaged to death.

"Out of sight is clean"

I kicked the rats away, then I picked up a bundle of pine firewood and prepared to carry it back.

Thinking about it, it doesn't take too much, and we also cook with 3 big bundles on the back.

"I didn't expect that there are a lot of good things here."

So with a bundle of firewood on his shoulders and two bundles in his hands, he ran towards our new base on the side.

And at this time, the fat man also came over with a few large iron plates.

looked at the fat man and touched the large iron plates he carried, and touched them:

"Fat man, this is a good thing, where did you get it?"

The fat man pointed to the three-story building in the col

and said, "I borrowed it from that local tycoon's house

," and I hurriedly said

, "Yes, yes, we will borrow him for the time being." This is not an iron plate, but a lead plate. Excellent protection against radiation fallout. I'm going to move some of them too. So

the fat man and I went to the house together, and pushed open the door of the wing, and there was a checkerboard-like thing in it, which caught my attention, and touched it with my hand, and a layer of ink stuck to it.

"This thing seems to be movable type printing.,I didn't expect this family to still engage in these things.。。。 Oh, no wonder there are

lead plates, it turned out to be for lead movable type printing" The fat man walked straight to the corner, pointed to a pile of lead plates leaning against the corner of the wall and said to me:

"This thing doesn't look big, it's quite heavy to pick up, hehe"

I looked at the watch, and now it's only 30 minutes before the radiation dust falls, and it's estimated that I'll come again. But if you spend all 30 minutes on moving, it won't work, and you won't have time to seal the house and prepare.

So I only have 15 minutes now, and I can only go there once.

Fatty, you lift that one, and we'll carry it over.

The fat man asked,

"All?"

I replied:

"Thieves don't go empty!"

After saying TMD, I regretted it, I seemed to be scolding myself, when did Lao Tzu become a thief.

The thing that fat people like to do the most is this kind of thing to take advantage of.

So I immediately snorted and lifted up the 5 lead plates, and I immediately lifted the other side, and walked out of this yard with the fat man.

When we lifted the lead plate into the house, my hands were no longer numerous, and the fat man kept shouting that he was tired, saying that he had tossed this night, and he didn't know how many pounds he would lose.

At this time, Zheng Yan had already sealed all the doors and windows. The hydration bladders were already full, partly in the kitchen and partly in the storage room on the second floor. I also carefully found a wooden board and covered it on the kitchen tank.

At this time, I looked at my watch, and there were 15 minutes left.

"Zheng Yan, you quickly close the door, and then tear up and soak the sheets, clothes, towels, etc., soak in water, and then block all the door and window cracks. If the window is not easy to block, use a nail to nail a wet towel and cover it. In this way, you can resist the dust drifting into the house as much as possible"

Zheng Yan immediately understood after hearing this, and then went to find a sheet to block the biggest gap, the gap in the door.

"Fatty, you hurry up and move all these lead plates to the second floor with me. We still have

15 minutes" The fat man wanted to complain, but when he heard that there were still 15 minutes left, he didn't dare to slack off, so he immediately got up and moved with me.

Here's how I designed it:

During the time of the apocalyptic dust, the storage room on the second floor serves as our survival base and refuge base. If you're fine, you don't leave here.

As for these lead plates, I am going to arrange them as follows:

First, use the original shelves as supports, put these lead plates on the shelves, and build a lead plate ceiling above our heads, so that the radiation from the top of our heads is resisted.

Second, a part of the lead plate, leaning against the wall, moved to the shelf at a high point, so that it is surrounded by lead plates

around Third, a part of the lead plate, spread on the ground, fatigue from the radiation below.

The fat man and I were just about to start doing it, I roughly calculated the following, and found that there was still a surplus of this, so I asked the fat man to build a shielding system in the soundproof room, and I held three lead plates, ran downstairs to the kitchen, and surrounded the stove, in case Zheng Yan cooked rice, it could also resist the radiation.

After doing this, I didn't go upstairs, but downstairs, and moved all the supplies we brought with me to the upstairs storage room, ready to fight a protracted battle.

By the time I went upstairs, the fat man had already built the ceiling, and the floor was finished with the lead plate down, so now all that was left was the surrounding area.

On the other hand, Zheng Yan has now blocked the windows and doors downstairs.

When I went down to call Zheng Yan, I saw Zheng Yan pointing out the window and saying

, "Look, it looks like it's snowing."

It's June, is it snowing in June?

I walked up with a black line and looked out the window.

Through the light of the fire coming from the side of Little Raccoon City, I saw that it was indeed snowing outside, but the color was not white, but black.

But if you look closely, it's not snow at all, it's radioactive dust in the form of cotton wool!

I picked up Zheng Yan, who was still enjoying the "snow scene" in front of the window, and ran towards the storage room on the second floor.

"Run, that's not snow!"

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