After all order had collapsed, self-preservation became the top priority.
During their escape, Ji Xin and his companions had once hidden in an armory, where they obtained a large number of weapons and hauled them all to this farm in several trucks.
Those weapons were what had enabled them to survive in the chaotic wasteland.
Once civilization crumbled, there were no longer any moral restraints or social order.
Especially during the years of the great famine, people could kill for a single steamed bun—or even become someone else's food.
Those weapons and ammunition had kept them alive.
Ji Xin had also modified the basement's ventilation system, making the gun storage area much drier and allowing those weapons to be preserved for so long.
Based on the date Shen Feng had deciphered from the intelligent control system here, it had likely been 150 to 300 years since the nuclear war broke out.
Two hundred years was not all that long for a gun made of metal.
Even firearms from the Ming Dynasty, or the Song and Yuan Dynasties, could still be used in modern times if they had been well preserved.
The ammunition, however, might have some problems.
But as long as it had not gotten too damp, it would not be a major issue.
Just like when Shen Feng and the others had encountered those two heavy machine guns: although they often misfired, they were still tremendously powerful.
The only real concern was a barrel explosion.
Shen Feng was all smiles as he took pistols, submachine guns, assault rifles, heavy machine guns, shotguns, and other firearms down from the wall. He placed them on the table and began inspecting them one by one.
Before coming here, the data he had downloaded from the internet into his silicon-based brain had included