"MMP!"
The alloy door panel shook for a while, looking at the things lying on the conveyor belt, Lucius couldn't help cursing.
Out of 33 basic blind boxes, 22 lollipops were actually opened, which almost made his nose crooked.
Fortunately, half of these lollipops can be buffed, and his little players will probably spend money to buy them, and they will lose money, but not completely.
In addition, there are 3 cans, 2 buckets of instant noodles, 1 pack of compressed biscuits and other food reserves, as well as 2 bottles of soy sauce and 2 bottles of vinegar.
To be honest, since the Pioneer came here, Lucius has not been so interested in the food drawn from the blind box.
Do you still need canned food? Even though your little players can make all kinds of delicacies for him, which even Pioneer's passengers are dying to eat?
The only thing that caught his eye was the palm-sized transparent packaging bag that was vacuumed at the end.
It looks like it contains seeds?
"What the hell is this?"
Lucius picked up the bag of seeds, held it in his hand and looked at it curiously for a while, when a light blue label floated out from the side.
【 β-712 Cotton Seeds: As the name suggests, these seeds can grow cotton. After genetic engineering design, the yield per plant of this variety is larger, and the growth cycle is shorter. Traditional soil planting cannot highlight the advantages of genetic improvement. It is recommended to use soilless cultivation technology for concentrated planting to ensure seed purity. 】
Well, it turned out to be cotton seeds.
Although whether this thing can be regarded as food is a question mark, but these cotton seeds are still very useful for shelter No. 404.
He heard that cotton can be harvested once a year, and it takes several months to mature.
He doesn't know how long it will take for the seeds drawn from the blind box to mature. Lucius plans to find a small player who loves farming and throw the seeds to him for a try.
Although the outpost now has devil silk, but in terms of warmth and economy, cotton still has its irreplaceable role.
Cotton, in particular, was produced in sufficient quantities, steadily, and in a wide variety of uses, both for weaving and as stuffing. In the absence of large-scale production of man-made fibers, cotton can at least solve some of the players' clothing needs. After all, the number of blue coats is limited, and players cannot always wear them.
For example, when hunting or going out to do tasks, most players will also change their clothes while changing their equipment.
"Speaking of which, I don't know if this intermediate blind box can produce living things."
After opening so many cans of pork, it would be great if only one pig could be opened sometime.
Really not, chicken and duck can also be acceptable.
Milk is occasionally drunk, and Lucius has not eaten eggs for a long time. Not counting the bird's eggs.
...
Around 5 pm.
The marines led by Oliver returned from the south and arrived at the outpost almost at the same time as the two light trucks escorting the machine tool.
At the same time, the good news that "The fuel rod has been found" arrived together.
Wearing power armor, Oliver walked up to Lucius, tapped his index finger on the side of the helmet, removed the mask, and said with a hearty smile.
"...Thanks to the guide you recommended to us, we finally found the fuel rods we need. There is still 93% of the energy left, which is quite impressive, enough for a long time!"
To be honest, this may be good news for the Pioneer, but for Lucius, it is not something to be happy about.
After all, for the current shelter 404, the Pioneer is like a thigh. In theory, the longer they stay, the better it will be for them.
However, looking at the hearty smile on Captain Oliver's face, Lucius was sincerely happy for him.
"Congratulations! After searching for so long, you finally found it."
"Yeah, it's really not easy." Oliver said with a complex tone of emotion, "We thought we could find it in two or three days, but we didn't expect it to take so long."
In fact, about three days ago, they had found a pre-war carbon dioxide trap - on the twenty-fifth floor of a hotel.
However, it is a pity that when they worked hard to take down the target, they found that it had already been boarded there many years ago. Not only were the fuel rods that were supposed to be plugged into the generators empty, but even the recyclable materials inside were looted.
There are various indications that a group of survivors once lived there between 0 and 10 years of the Wasteland Era. They stayed briefly in the hotel and spent a hard time using the glucose, starch and other resources produced by the carbon dioxide trap.
After the CO2 trap stopped working due to CO2 levels falling below the threshold, they pulled the fuel rods of the backup generator used to power the hotel facility and eventually died after the fuel rods were completely exhausted.
This is also a very normal thing.
After all, it is now the 211th year of the Wasteland Era, and the garbage they can pick up is nothing more than the leftovers from other people's picks, what was left out, or what was not allowed by their strength and conditions so that they couldn't pick it up at that time.
It takes a little bit of luck to survive in this world.
Lucius: "Are you leaving?"
Oliver nodded and said.
"Well, we have been here for half a month, and now the damaged equipment has been repaired, the fuel rods have been found, and the resource inventory is full... It's time to go back on the road."
There is no feast that lasts forever. The Pioneer traveled such a long distance, not to help the poor. They have more important missions to complete.
With nuclear fuel and sufficient resources, it is estimated that this journey can go very far.
If the situation is optimistic, there should be no need to stop for the second half.
Hearing the expected answer, Lucius sighed softly.
"Although it was a short period of time, I still miss you guys."
"Me too," looking at Lucius, Oliver said sincerely, "I have learned a lot from you, including your noble qualities, which shocked me even more."
"Let's go to each other!" Lucius said with a smile, "Your skills also impress us! Let's save the farewell to the day you set off. This day is worth celebrating, so don't let the atmosphere be so sad."
Oliver also smiled.
"By the way, there are still a lot of interesting things left in the carbon dioxide trap we found. I will send you the coordinates later. If you are interested, you can go and recycle it."
Lucius asked subconsciously.
"What's in there?"
Oliver smiled mysteriously and didn't answer him directly.
"If I told you, wouldn't it be less fun to open the box?"
Looking at Captain Oliver, who was being tricky, Lucius had a helpless expression on his face.
Blind box again?
There are really enough blind boxes he opened today.
However, although Captain Oliver didn't say what was there, Lucius still guessed a lot of information from his mysterious smile.
There should be quite a few good things to put there. The man probably wanted to surprise him.
"Okay, I'll take two people over there to have a look tomorrow morning."
...
The Pioneer will depart in three days.
After exchanging pleasantries with Lucius, Captain Oliver led the marines back on the road and escorted the fuel rods back toward the Pioneer.
Old Luka, who had been waiting for a long time, came from the direction of the truck when he saw that the Manager was done, looked at him and said respectfully.
"My lord, your cargo has been delivered, where would you like to unload it?"
Lucius glanced left and right, and finally landed on the main building of the nursing home. After several renovations there, the quality of the rooms is still quite good.
At least it is much better than the newly built brick houses outside.
"Just put it on the first floor of the nursing home. You can find a bigger room and store it. I'll go over and have a look later."
Old Luka nodded respectfully.
"Yes, my lord."
Machine tools are bulky and heavy.
Out of careful consideration, old Luka first asked the players in the woodworking hut to make a few brackets for unloading, and arranged for four players of the strength system to successfully unload it from the truck.
There is also a small episode here.
Since the machine tool had already been assembled when it was delivered, the whole machine could not pass through the gate of the nursing home. Lucius had no choice but to choose a room near the outside, and asked someone to tear down half of the wall, so he could lift the machine tool inside.
Silver metallic paint surface, boxy, angular shell, looks like a large freezer from a distance. However, its internal structure is far from being as simple as it looks on the surface.
Lucius briefly glanced at the instruction manual.
The processing room has a volume of 1.5 cubic meters and can process materials with a maximum size of 1X1X1m.
Due to the particularity of magnetic confinement plasma processing, the device has high requirements on the processing environment and requires a near-vacuum environment. Therefore, after the device is sent into the material inlet, it will first enter the buffer chamber between the two airlocks for injection protection. The gas is evacuated into an approximate vacuum, and then sent into the processing chamber.
The operation process is quite rigorous, even cumbersome.
However, relatively speaking, this device has no requirements for its own environment. It can be used as long as it is plugged in. It does not need Lucius to set up a clean room to serve it.
Looking at the high-tech machine tool behind the broken arm, Lucius couldn't help asking Popo to take a photo of it.
This is wasteland!
The deployment of the device is complete, and then it is powered on.
Lucius carefully checked the rated power of this device. When he saw the unit clearly, he wondered if he had read it wrong.
"Megawatts?! F*ck...does it consume so much power?"
According to the information Lucius found on the Internet, the power consumption of general machine tools is only at the KW level.
However, for such a device with an area of less than 3 square meters, the power consumption has reached the MW level!
But after thinking about it, Lucius was relieved.
After all, this thing operates on plasmas of hundreds of millions of degrees. Not only does it need to generate a magnetic field that confines them, but it also needs to precisely arrange them into a single-atom knife that can cut materials.
With such terrifying control, let alone a machine tool, it is enough to ignite a fusion reactor. If you think about it this way, it can be regarded as relatively energy-saving without reaching the GW-level power.
Lucius even suspected that if this thing is slightly modified, and the working gas is replaced with isotopes of helium or hydrogen, it may really be used as a nuclear reactor.
It's just that if you use it that way, it's more or less like burning a piano and cooking a crane...
Anyway, luckily Captain Oliver gave him two cold fusion batteries earlier.
Otherwise, even if the 10kw firewood generator he bought from Liszt before was combined with the one seized from the old leech, it would not be able to drive this big power consumer.
Lucius groped for a while, and found the emergency power socket near the wiring port, which happened to be able to insert a general-purpose cold fusion battery into it.
Power on.
Signal lights are on!
Looking at the touch screen that was gradually lighting up in front of him, Lucius touched his chin with great interest and studied it carefully.
"Speaking of which, what is the use of this thing?"
There seems to be an instruction manual on the screen. Just when Lucius was about to click on it, Popo's voice suddenly came from upstairs.
"Master, if you don't know how to use it, Popo can do it for you."
Hearing the voice from the third floor, Lucius looked surprised, went outside and raised his head to ask.
"You still use this?"
Popo: "Theoretically, it shouldn't be too difficult. This kind of machine tool has a high degree of automation. You only need to fill in the preset processing parameters, and then put in the materials, and you don't have to worry about the rest. I believe that if Master reads the manual, you will definitely be able to operate it, Popo just helped you simplify the process... By the way, Master, can you take Popo over to have a look first?"
"Wait, I'll go back to the shelter to search for a few blueprints, and you can try to process them for me!"
After finishing speaking, Lucius turned around and went back to the shelter without waiting for Popo to speak.
Occasionally, there will be some big hands on the official website forum, who will throw some blueprints they don't know where they got in the discussion area, and fight with other people in the face.
Some classic firearms such as AK, Mosin Nagant, kar98, sks, and Type 56 have everything from GIF animations of internal structures to professional drawings marked with part sizes. They were all silently preserved.
Intuition told him that these things would definitely have a chance to be used. And now, the opportunity really came.
Picking out a handful of AK47 design drawings, Lucius then went to the warehouse to fetch a few steel ingots that were reasonably sized and shaped.
Although the quality of the steel produced by No. 81 Iron and Steel Factory is very average, these piles of steel ingots are the reserve materials that the cowboy team looted from a private shelter.
It is perfect for processing barrels and receivers!
The gate is closed, and as the material is input into the buffer chamber from the feed port, the CNC machine tool starts to work.
In front of the hot plasma, the solid steel is like a piece of mud, which is easily dismantled into pieces.
Lucius was surprised to find that this equipment can not only process multiple geometric surfaces of the same part, but also can form 8 plasma blades through pre-programmed design, which can cut in different depths from multiple angles, even It is to cut multiple parts of different sizes and geometric shapes from the same piece of material, so as to minimize the leftovers!
Since the AK rifle does not require high precision parts, the processing time is not too long.
Not counting the start-up time of the machine, Lucius waited for about ten or twenty minutes before all the processing procedures were completed.
The finished parts and the cut waste are sent out from the discharge port and placed separately.
Although it is processed by hundreds of millions of degrees of plasma, because there is very little working fluid used for cutting, the temperature of the processed workpiece does not rise much, only forty or fifty degrees, which minimizes the temperature change and resulting in machining accuracy errors.
According to the description in the manual, if the precision of the parts is required to reach the nanometer level, the temperature of the finished workpiece can even be made exactly the same as when it is fed into the feed port.
It's just that the time spent in that way will increase exponentially.
Lucius assembled the parts according to the drawings, and soon got an AK-47 without wooden butt and handguard.
Considering the hidden costs of production power consumption, materials and technology, this is probably the most expensive AK in the world.
Popo: "Master."
Lucius, who was on his head excitedly, had no time to pay attention to it, so he casually said something perfunctory.
"What's wrong?"
Popo: "Popo always feels that... this machine tool doesn't seem to be used to produce such rough things."
Lucius said without hesitation: "I know, I just want to try whether this thing works or not."
If you can make guns, you can make tools for making guns.
When the entire production line is reproduced, will his players leak anything?
At that time, when the production capacity of steel increases, the production capacity of rifles will also increase. Everyone will be a good brother who has their own guns.
One life for three days, one gun a day, the "BUG" that the weapon store could not replenish in time was completely fixed, no longer have to worry about guns being more expensive than people!
Playing with the AK in his hand, Lucius touched left and right, looking excitedly.
Too bad there are no matching bullets.
Otherwise he really wanted to try it with two shots.
If there is no problem with using it, just throw it in the warehouse and sell it as a limited edition skin. After all, it is linked with the dream of CF, so selling it for 500 silver coins is not too much, right?
Popo quietly watched from the side, not daring to speak.
It always feels like his Master is not very smart.
Thankfully it doesn't happen every day...
"MMP!"
The alloy door panel shook for a while, looking at the things lying on the conveyor belt, Lucius couldn't help cursing.
Out of 33 basic blind boxes, 22 lollipops were actually opened, which almost made his nose crooked.
Fortunately, half of these lollipops can be buffed, and his little players will probably spend money to buy them, and they will lose money, but not completely.
In addition, there are 3 cans, 2 buckets of instant noodles, 1 pack of compressed biscuits and other food reserves, as well as 2 bottles of soy sauce and 2 bottles of vinegar.
To be honest, since the Pioneer came here, Lucius has not been so interested in the food drawn from the blind box.
Do you still need canned food? Even though your little players can make all kinds of delicacies for him, which even Pioneer's passengers are dying to eat?
The only thing that caught his eye was the palm-sized transparent packaging bag that was vacuumed at the end.
It looks like it contains seeds?
"What the hell is this?"
Lucius picked up the bag of seeds, held it in his hand and looked at it curiously for a while, when a light blue label floated out from the side.
【 β-712 Cotton Seeds: As the name suggests, these seeds can grow cotton. After genetic engineering design, the yield per plant of this variety is larger, and the growth cycle is shorter. Traditional soil planting cannot highlight the advantages of genetic improvement. It is recommended to use soilless cultivation technology for concentrated planting to ensure seed purity. 】
Well, it turned out to be cotton seeds.
Although whether this thing can be regarded as food is a question mark, but these cotton seeds are still very useful for shelter No. 404.
He heard that cotton can be harvested once a year, and it takes several months to mature.
He doesn't know how long it will take for the seeds drawn from the blind box to mature. Lucius plans to find a small player who loves farming and throw the seeds to him for a try.
Although the outpost now has devil silk, but in terms of warmth and economy, cotton still has its irreplaceable role.
Cotton, in particular, was produced in sufficient quantities, steadily, and in a wide variety of uses, both for weaving and as stuffing. In the absence of large-scale production of man-made fibers, cotton can at least solve some of the players' clothing needs. After all, the number of blue coats is limited, and players cannot always wear them.
For example, when hunting or going out to do tasks, most players will also change their clothes while changing their equipment.
"Speaking of which, I don't know if this intermediate blind box can produce living things."
After opening so many cans of pork, it would be great if only one pig could be opened sometime.
Really not, chicken and duck can also be acceptable.
Milk is occasionally drunk, and Lucius has not eaten eggs for a long time. Not counting the bird's eggs.
...
Around 5 pm.
The marines led by Oliver returned from the south and arrived at the outpost almost at the same time as the two light trucks escorting the machine tool.
At the same time, the good news that "The fuel rod has been found" arrived together.
Wearing power armor, Oliver walked up to Lucius, tapped his index finger on the side of the helmet, removed the mask, and said with a hearty smile.
"...Thanks to the guide you recommended to us, we finally found the fuel rods we need. There is still 93% of the energy left, which is quite impressive, enough for a long time!"
To be honest, this may be good news for the Pioneer, but for Lucius, it is not something to be happy about.
After all, for the current shelter 404, the Pioneer is like a thigh. In theory, the longer they stay, the better it will be for them.
However, looking at the hearty smile on Captain Oliver's face, Lucius was sincerely happy for him.
"Congratulations! After searching for so long, you finally found it."
"Yeah, it's really not easy." Oliver said with a complex tone of emotion, "We thought we could find it in two or three days, but we didn't expect it to take so long."
In fact, about three days ago, they had found a pre-war carbon dioxide trap - on the twenty-fifth floor of a hotel.
However, it is a pity that when they worked hard to take down the target, they found that it had already been boarded there many years ago. Not only were the fuel rods that were supposed to be plugged into the generators empty, but even the recyclable materials inside were looted.
There are various indications that a group of survivors once lived there between 0 and 10 years of the Wasteland Era. They stayed briefly in the hotel and spent a hard time using the glucose, starch and other resources produced by the carbon dioxide trap.
After the CO2 trap stopped working due to CO2 levels falling below the threshold, they pulled the fuel rods of the backup generator used to power the hotel facility and eventually died after the fuel rods were completely exhausted.
This is also a very normal thing.
After all, it is now the 211th year of the Wasteland Era, and the garbage they can pick up is nothing more than the leftovers from other people's picks, what was left out, or what was not allowed by their strength and conditions so that they couldn't pick it up at that time.
It takes a little bit of luck to survive in this world.
Lucius: "Are you leaving?"
Oliver nodded and said.
"Well, we have been here for half a month, and now the damaged equipment has been repaired, the fuel rods have been found, and the resource inventory is full... It's time to go back on the road."
There is no feast that lasts forever. The Pioneer traveled such a long distance, not to help the poor. They have more important missions to complete.
With nuclear fuel and sufficient resources, it is estimated that this journey can go very far.
If the situation is optimistic, there should be no need to stop for the second half.
Hearing the expected answer, Lucius sighed softly.
"Although it was a short period of time, I still miss you guys."
"Me too," looking at Lucius, Oliver said sincerely, "I have learned a lot from you, including your noble qualities, which shocked me even more."
"Let's go to each other!" Lucius said with a smile, "Your skills also impress us! Let's save the farewell to the day you set off. This day is worth celebrating, so don't let the atmosphere be so sad."
Oliver also smiled.
"By the way, there are still a lot of interesting things left in the carbon dioxide trap we found. I will send you the coordinates later. If you are interested, you can go and recycle it."
Lucius asked subconsciously.
"What's in there?"
Oliver smiled mysteriously and didn't answer him directly.
"If I told you, wouldn't it be less fun to open the box?"
Looking at Captain Oliver, who was being tricky, Lucius had a helpless expression on his face.
Blind box again?
There are really enough blind boxes he opened today.
However, although Captain Oliver didn't say what was there, Lucius still guessed a lot of information from his mysterious smile.
There should be quite a few good things to put there. The man probably wanted to surprise him.
"Okay, I'll take two people over there to have a look tomorrow morning."
...
The Pioneer will depart in three days.
After exchanging pleasantries with Lucius, Captain Oliver led the marines back on the road and escorted the fuel rods back toward the Pioneer.
Old Luka, who had been waiting for a long time, came from the direction of the truck when he saw that the Manager was done, looked at him and said respectfully.
"My lord, your cargo has been delivered, where would you like to unload it?"
Lucius glanced left and right, and finally landed on the main building of the nursing home. After several renovations there, the quality of the rooms is still quite good.
At least it is much better than the newly built brick houses outside.
"Just put it on the first floor of the nursing home. You can find a bigger room and store it. I'll go over and have a look later."
Old Luka nodded respectfully.
"Yes, my lord."
Machine tools are bulky and heavy.
Out of careful consideration, old Luka first asked the players in the woodworking hut to make a few brackets for unloading, and arranged for four players of the strength system to successfully unload it from the truck.
There is also a small episode here.
Since the machine tool had already been assembled when it was delivered, the whole machine could not pass through the gate of the nursing home. Lucius had no choice but to choose a room near the outside, and asked someone to tear down half of the wall, so he could lift the machine tool inside.
Silver metallic paint surface, boxy, angular shell, looks like a large freezer from a distance. However, its internal structure is far from being as simple as it looks on the surface.
Lucius briefly glanced at the instruction manual.
The processing room has a volume of 1.5 cubic meters and can process materials with a maximum size of 1X1X1m.
Due to the particularity of magnetic confinement plasma processing, the device has high requirements on the processing environment and requires a near-vacuum environment. Therefore, after the device is sent into the material inlet, it will first enter the buffer chamber between the two airlocks for injection protection. The gas is evacuated into an approximate vacuum, and then sent into the processing chamber.
The operation process is quite rigorous, even cumbersome.
However, relatively speaking, this device has no requirements for its own environment. It can be used as long as it is plugged in. It does not need Lucius to set up a clean room to serve it.
Looking at the high-tech machine tool behind the broken arm, Lucius couldn't help asking Popo to take a photo of it.
This is wasteland!
The deployment of the device is complete, and then it is powered on.
Lucius carefully checked the rated power of this device. When he saw the unit clearly, he wondered if he had read it wrong.
"Megawatts?! F*ck...does it consume so much power?"
According to the information Lucius found on the Internet, the power consumption of general machine tools is only at the KW level.
However, for such a device with an area of less than 3 square meters, the power consumption has reached the MW level!
But after thinking about it, Lucius was relieved.
After all, this thing operates on plasmas of hundreds of millions of degrees. Not only does it need to generate a magnetic field that confines them, but it also needs to precisely arrange them into a single-atom knife that can cut materials.
With such terrifying control, let alone a machine tool, it is enough to ignite a fusion reactor. If you think about it this way, it can be regarded as relatively energy-saving without reaching the GW-level power.
Lucius even suspected that if this thing is slightly modified, and the working gas is replaced with isotopes of helium or hydrogen, it may really be used as a nuclear reactor.
It's just that if you use it that way, it's more or less like burning a piano and cooking a crane...
Anyway, luckily Captain Oliver gave him two cold fusion batteries earlier.
Otherwise, even if the 10kw firewood generator he bought from Liszt before was combined with the one seized from the old leech, it would not be able to drive this big power consumer.
Lucius groped for a while, and found the emergency power socket near the wiring port, which happened to be able to insert a general-purpose cold fusion battery into it.
Power on.
Signal lights are on!
Looking at the touch screen that was gradually lighting up in front of him, Lucius touched his chin with great interest and studied it carefully.
"Speaking of which, what is the use of this thing?"
There seems to be an instruction manual on the screen. Just when Lucius was about to click on it, Popo's voice suddenly came from upstairs.
"Master, if you don't know how to use it, Popo can do it for you."
Hearing the voice from the third floor, Lucius looked surprised, went outside and raised his head to ask.
"You still use this?"
Popo: "Theoretically, it shouldn't be too difficult. This kind of machine tool has a high degree of automation. You only need to fill in the preset processing parameters, and then put in the materials, and you don't have to worry about the rest. I believe that if Master reads the manual, you will definitely be able to operate it, Popo just helped you simplify the process... By the way, Master, can you take Popo over to have a look first?"
"Wait, I'll go back to the shelter to search for a few blueprints, and you can try to process them for me!"
After finishing speaking, Lucius turned around and went back to the shelter without waiting for Popo to speak.
Occasionally, there will be some big hands on the official website forum, who will throw some blueprints they don't know where they got in the discussion area, and fight with other people in the face.
Some classic firearms such as AK, Mosin Nagant, kar98, sks, and Type 56 have everything from GIF animations of internal structures to professional drawings marked with part sizes. They were all silently preserved.
Intuition told him that these things would definitely have a chance to be used. And now, the opportunity really came.
Picking out a handful of AK47 design drawings, Lucius then went to the warehouse to fetch a few steel ingots that were reasonably sized and shaped.
Although the quality of the steel produced by No. 81 Iron and Steel Factory is very average, these piles of steel ingots are the reserve materials that the cowboy team looted from a private shelter.
It is perfect for processing barrels and receivers!
The gate is closed, and as the material is input into the buffer chamber from the feed port, the CNC machine tool starts to work.
In front of the hot plasma, the solid steel is like a piece of mud, which is easily dismantled into pieces.
Lucius was surprised to find that this equipment can not only process multiple geometric surfaces of the same part, but also can form 8 plasma blades through pre-programmed design, which can cut in different depths from multiple angles, even It is to cut multiple parts of different sizes and geometric shapes from the same piece of material, so as to minimize the leftovers!
Since the AK rifle does not require high precision parts, the processing time is not too long.
Not counting the start-up time of the machine, Lucius waited for about ten or twenty minutes before all the processing procedures were completed.
The finished parts and the cut waste are sent out from the discharge port and placed separately.
Although it is processed by hundreds of millions of degrees of plasma, because there is very little working fluid used for cutting, the temperature of the processed workpiece does not rise much, only forty or fifty degrees, which minimizes the temperature change and resulting in machining accuracy errors.
According to the description in the manual, if the precision of the parts is required to reach the nanometer level, the temperature of the finished workpiece can even be made exactly the same as when it is fed into the feed port.
It's just that the time spent in that way will increase exponentially.
Lucius assembled the parts according to the drawings, and soon got an AK-47 without wooden butt and handguard.
Considering the hidden costs of production power consumption, materials and technology, this is probably the most expensive AK in the world.
Popo: "Master."
Lucius, who was on his head excitedly, had no time to pay attention to it, so he casually said something perfunctory.
"What's wrong?"
Popo: "Popo always feels that... this machine tool doesn't seem to be used to produce such rough things."
Lucius said without hesitation: "I know, I just want to try whether this thing works or not."
If you can make guns, you can make tools for making guns.
When the entire production line is reproduced, will his players leak anything?
At that time, when the production capacity of steel increases, the production capacity of rifles will also increase. Everyone will be a good brother who has their own guns.
One life for three days, one gun a day, the "BUG" that the weapon store could not replenish in time was completely fixed, no longer have to worry about guns being more expensive than people!
Playing with the AK in his hand, Lucius touched left and right, looking excitedly.
Too bad there are no matching bullets.
Otherwise he really wanted to try it with two shots.
If there is no problem with using it, just throw it in the warehouse and sell it as a limited edition skin. After all, it is linked with the dream of CF, so selling it for 500 silver coins is not too much, right?
Popo quietly watched from the side, not daring to speak.
It always feels like his Master is not very smart.
Thankfully it doesn't happen every day...
