Rifle Production Line

The Rifle Production Line had been under development ever since Tiancheng Group joined the base.

Wu Heng's idea was simple.

The two worlds complemented each other. Cold Weapons could be used against Zombies, relying on the number of skeletons to clear Zombie Hordes, reclaim cities, and rescue survivors.

Firearms, meanwhile, would be used in the other world.

Ordinary professionals could not withstand bullets, which was enough to handle the vast majority of battles.

Once a Skeleton Army was armed, fearless of death and equipped from head to toe with modern weapons, its combat strength would definitely be formidable.

And now, good news had finally arrived.

It was just that he was not over at the Military Factory.

After thinking for a moment, Wu Heng asked, "Is the ship back to Binhai Port at the harbor?"

"It is. There are two ships going back and forth transporting goods," Qi Hancai replied.

"I'll head back today and see how things are over there," Wu Heng decided directly.

"Then I'll have the cargo ship prepared." As she spoke, Qi Hancai picked up the Walkie-Talkie and began contacting the survivors in charge of the cargo ship.

After saying a few words, she hung up the Walkie-Talkie. "It's been arranged. There's no problem at the harbor; you can leave whenever you want."

"Mm." Wu Heng nodded, then asked, "Has the Logistics Convoy been assembled?"

"It's already been formed. Some of them came over from the base, and the rest are survivors from Busan Port. Communication is still a little difficult, though," Qi Hancai said.

Not everyone at the base could simply be supported without doing anything.

They definitely had to be assigned work, but communication was still somewhat difficult.

"They're all doing manual labor. Anyone who isn't an idiot can do it. Have Xin He