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Chapter 271 Blacksmith Wang

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    Just as he was seeing off the team, Wang Yi called Zhang Fei, the Li Long brothers, and several people from the Tongxu Department together.

    They had been notified before that they would organize a temporary weapons department, and these people had already made preparations. After a while, they gathered in front of Wang Yi.

    "Brother Yi, I did a little statistics just now. We still have some steel in the convoy. If we make a machete like before, it can barely be used." Li Long said and handed the book in his hand to Wang Yi, which recorded  some data.

    Wang Yi took it, looked at it twice, and felt that his head was not enough for a while.

    "What, what is this word?" Wang Yi asked, pointing to some data in the notebook.

    "This is a steel bar." Li Long scratched his scalp and said.

    "Isn't it written, there are still twenty steel bars."

    Wang Yi was a little dumbfounded, Li Long's writing was too sloppy, Wang Yi really didn't see it.

    "Forget it, read it, I'll listen." Wang Yi threw the notebook to Li Long, and he probably could read the words clearly by himself.

    "Oh, good." Li Long took the notebook, and knowing his own level, he swallowed in embarrassment.

    "Now there are a total of 20 spring steel plates in the team. After a rough calculation with Brother Fei, we estimate that we can build more than 30 machetes, which are still simple machetes.

    The simple machetes that Li Long mentioned were the ones that Wang Yi asked Zhang Fei to make when he was in the repair shop. They said they were machetes, but they were actually thin spring steel, then cut, and finally polished the blades. Although this is simple,  It was fast, but at that time it was because of the emergency that Wang Yi could not find so many weapons, so he made such a bad move.

    The blade of the machete is not strong. The last time he fought against the strong corpse, it was because the machete was too brittle that Wang Yi was almost injured by the strong corpse.

    Seeing that Wang Yi did not speak, Li Long continued to speak.

    "In terms of steel bars, there are only 20 of them now, and a lot of them were used for refitting the team before, and they also made a lot of guns for the women in the team.

    "Is that all?" Seeing that Li Long stopped talking, Wang Yi asked.

    "That's all, Brother Yi." Li Long replied.

    "Some of them are not enough." Wang Yi muttered, these steel materials seem to be a lot, and there is no shortage in the team for the time being, but if they encounter zombie groups a few more times, these weapons will not be enough.

    "In this way, first lift out the steel and forging equipment."

    Grinding, cutting, and generators, these pieces of equipment have been loaded on Wang Yi's truck all the time, and other people in the team also came to help. After a while, these things were gathered on the basketball court.

    And Wang Yi took advantage of this time to write down several common weapons and forging methods in his previous life on paper.

    It is still the same, machete and spear, but the method of making is different from before.

    Wang Yi first asked people to pick up the oil drums that had been damaged by fighting against the zombie swarms, and made a simple stove, poured gasoline, and put the cut steel plates on it to quench.

    "Brother Yi, have you ever studied blacksmithing?" Zhang Fei looked surprised at Wang Yi, who was extremely skilled in his movements.

    Wang Yi smiled undeniably. For Wang Yi, the work of making weapons is a housekeeping skill.

    In the middle of the last days of the past, zombies have evolved to be able to resist most thermal weapons, rifles, and grenades. These weapons are deadly to ordinary people, but to zombies, they are just a little bit of damage.

    At that time, the rise of cold weapons, sharp blades, strong blades, coupled with the physical strength of evolution, can easily cut through the defense of zombies, and Wang Yi also established the corpse hunting group at that time.

    In the early days of the Corpse Hunting Group, Wang Yi had no choice but to build his own weapons and equip the Corpse Hunting Group because he could not collect materials and exchange weapons at the gathering places.  A technician from a well-known knife field, this person was responsible for building weapons after joining the Corpse Hunting Group, and Wang Yi was somewhat interested in this aspect. When he was free, he would learn this knowledge from him until a period of time.  When going out for an operation, he was scratched by a zombie.

    This is also one of Wang Yi's few regrets.

    However, the knife he made for Wang Yi was kept by Wang Yi until he met the zombie king.

    "I don't know if I can meet him in this life." Wang Yi shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and continued to forge the machete.

    Using pliers to put the red-hot steel plate on the anvil, Wang Yi held a hammer and knocked on the steel plate one by one.

    "Lang, lang

    The crisp sound of steel colliding, reverberating in the prison, gradually attracting everyone.

    "Brother Yi knows everything." The two daughters Zhu Min and Li Mei, who just woke up, looked at Wang Yi who kept swinging the hammer from afar.

    "He, he has a lot of secrets!" Li Mei snorted softly. Ever since she followed Wang Yi, Li Mei knew that Wang Yi was not easy.

    He seemed to know that the end of the world would come, so he had prepared so many supplies in advance.

    He also knows the weaknesses of zombies, and knows that genetically modified meat can improve human physique.

    However, Li Mei did not mention this to others, she is not stupid.

    Pieces of impurities splattered with Wang Yi's falling hammer, and the steel plate changed little by little, from thick to thin.

    The feedback from the hammer let Wang Yi know that this steel plate should be re-quenched, so he took out another red-burning steel plate from the furnace, and Wang Yi continued to forge, but this time, Wang Yi forged the steel plate in four directions.  Hit, like rolling dumpling wrappers.

    "Brother Yi, what are you?" Li Long beside him couldn't help but wondered when he saw Wang Yi beating like this.

    "Baogang!" Wang Yi responded shortly, and then stopped talking.

    Forging iron is an endurance job. Even Wang Yi relies on regulating his breathing and forming a circulation in his body to have more endurance.

    "Baogang?" Li Long muttered suspiciously, but seeing Wang Yi's vigorous fighting, Li Long didn't want to interrupt rashly, so he had to watch carefully from the side.

    It was nearly noon, and Wang Yi had been forging non-stop for nearly a morning, and the impurities were scattered all over the ground. If Zhang Fei and the others had not seen it with their own eyes, I am afraid that Zhang Fei and the others would never have imagined that Wang Yi would forge the two steel plates into  It looks like this.

    The two steel plates in between have shrunk to half their original size. Wang Yi is wrapping these two steel plates and beating them repeatedly to fuse them together.

    Wang Yi wants to create a machete for himself, at least, it can be tough and strong.

    The hammer kept falling, sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily. Under Wang Yi's control, the wrapped steel was slowly forged into shape.

    The total length of the blade is about 1.5 meters, and the length is moderate. It can be used for close combat or long-distance attack.

    "It's almost there." Wang Yi set up the machete with pliers and carefully observed whether there were any deficiencies in the blade.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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