Chapter 241 God May You Be Struck By Thunder

If Fu Qinghai wanted to prevent the perfect human plan from succeeding, he should have killed all the zombies from "I Am Legend" and "Army of the Dead" instead of letting the zombie leader and his princess live.

But Fu Qinghai didn't do that.

There's an entire planet full of zombies, how can he kill them all?

If he lets one zombie go, he will let all the zombies go. These two city ruins are not necessarily the only zombie nests. If he wants to disrupt the situation of perfect humans, he has to start from other aspects. It is obviously not enough to cut one by one. If he wants to completely eliminate a virus, he can't rely on this stupid method. He needs to use some scientific means, serum, vaccine, or... extermination order.

Fu Qinghai thought silently.

The Leman Rust tank was driving on a highway that had been broken into several pieces. If it weren't for a gust of wind that blew away the dust covering it and revealed the vague asphalt road surface, it would be impossible to tell that this was once a highway.

The roadbed has sunk, the road surface is tilted, and some faults are even more than one meter wide, but Fu Qinghai still chose to take this road. It's not just a matter of direction. At least the hardening degree of the road surface is stronger than that of simple sand, which saves engine power.

In the field of vision of the periscope, scattered vehicle wreckage gradually appeared on the highway, and only a charred and rusty frame was left. Seeing this, Fu Qinghai gave up the idea of ​​searching for fuel.

There was no need to turn or avoid. The nearly four-meter-and-a-half-meter-tall Leman Rust tank ran right over it. The wreckage of the vehicle collapsed and flattened instantly, without causing the heavy steel behemoth to rise or fall at all.

Only cars need bulldozers, tanks just run over them.

Inside the carriage, Fu Qinghai was teaching three women how to operate the various equipment and weapons on the tank.

With the number of passengers on board the Lemann Rust tank, it would be difficult for Fu Qinghai and Qing Ming to operate it alone, and they could not fully unleash the full power of this armored vehicle. It was just right that Chen Xinlu and the other two could be trained as crew members now.

The shrunken Blue Shell Power Armor was driving the tank "alone" while Fu Qinghai explained the operation of the side-mounted weapon station to the three women:

"This is a double-barreled heavy flamethrower, a very simple close-range flamethrower weapon. The firing hole is here, and the trigger is here."

Fu Qinghai said to Li Xingxian,

"You are responsible for this side mount position."

"OK."

Li Xingxian lifted his hood and nodded his chin, revealing a face as delicate as porcelain. He looked like those beautiful Cosplay characters at comic conventions who had been carefully made up and heavily photoshopped.

It was the first time that Fu Qinghai had seen a person like this in person. Although she was very beautiful, her height of 1.58 meters was too small, which was not Fu Qinghai's type.

"This is a double-linked heavy bolter. It has a longer range than the heavy flamethrower, so it has a simple sight and crosshairs. The trigger is here, and the ammunition belt box is here."

Fu Qinghai said to Chen Xinlu,

"You are responsible for this side mount position."

"Okay, Aoyama."

Chen Xinlu nodded and sat in her seat.

"Jiang Yixia, let me teach you how to load the shells."

Fu Qinghai said to She-Hulk.

"Okay!"

Jiang Yixia agreed readily.

The Leman Rust tank does not have an automatic loader, and the 200mm caliber battle cannon shells are really not something that an ordinary woman can carry. In the previous life on Earth, this would be the caliber of self-propelled artillery and coastal defense artillery.

She-Hulk is known for her strength. Before Fu Qinghai underwent quadruple enhancement, even with the amplification of the electronic muscle fiber bundles of the power armor, he was still not as powerful as the wonderful young Hulk.

Jiang Yixia can easily move the shells without transforming.

The crew members were in place, and Fu Qinghai finally built a simple temporary tank squad. At this time, he felt that the armored vehicles were incomplete without numbers.

So Fu Qinghai took out a spray paint can, leaned half of his body out from the round hatch on the top of the turret, and scribbled a few large words on the outer shell of the side of the turret:

My Little Pony.

"There are two mages among our crew members."

Fu Qinghai explained seriously:

"This is the magic of friendship."

Chen Xinlu curled the corners of her mouth and was speechless.

Li Xingxian held his forehead with one hand, unable to speak.

You women don't have a single germ of humor.

Fu Qinghai turned around and thought to himself.

In the days without Ron and Upton, only old man Hu Xian would cooperate with Fu Qinghai's occasional neurosis.

My master, where are you?

Fu Qinghai's eyes drifted away with his thoughts.

Forget it, a Level 7 reincarnationist, do you need to worry about him? Just worry about yourself, Fu Qinghai, a Level 4 loser.

Shaking his head and not thinking about it anymore, Fu Qinghai calmed down and told Jiang Yixia:

"You go sit in the driver's seat, I'm going to go out and take a look."

Jiang Yixia had his eyes glued to the periscope of the gunner's position, observing everything with great pleasure. Hearing this, he asked in surprise,

"But you didn't teach me how to drive?"

"Hold the steering wheel tight and step on the accelerator."

Fu Qinghai completed the fusion with the Blue Shell Power Armor, opened the side hatch and jumped out of the tank. The tank towing the armored vehicle was still rumbling forward, but the speed was so slow that it was worrying.

Multi-fuel engines are very good. Not only is the Leman Russ main battle tank equipped with it, but also the Emperor's Baneblade super-heavy tank.

However, there are also many tanks that choose to use nuclear plasma generators or adaptive thermal combustion reactors. The maintenance difficulty and logistical requirements of these two are much higher than those of multi-fuel engines.

But they are more powerful and faster.

Matches armored units that need to move quickly.

Multi-fuel engines are simply too slow.

The Leman Rust tank towed a Trojan logistics vehicle and could only run at 40km/h on the road, and its off-road speed was less than 19km/h.

Jiang Yixia took over the driver's position. Fu Qinghai climbed onto the roof of the armored vehicle being towed from behind, opened the top hatch, took out the flight backpack, and replaced it with the industrial backpack.

"Puff——"

The huge round turbofan spurted out a strong airflow, and the blazing white plasma flames washed the roof of the car. Fu Qinghai bent his knees and glared, then instantly flew into the sky and went straight into the air.

He couldn't stand the slow speed of the tank.

He wanted to go to a distance and see first to see if the direction pointed by the zombie leader was correct. If this stupid and blind zombie dared to fool him, he would immediately ask Chen Xinlu to open a door and go back to chop off his head.

Fu Qinghai rose to an altitude of three thousand meters, his body flying parallel to the ground. Just as he raised his eyes, an endless wall of dust storm rolled over and blocked his way.

Oh my god!?

Fu Qinghai's eyes widened instantly.

Is this a hurricane or a typhoon?

In the distance, there were dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and lead-gray dust, rushing in like thousands of troops, accompanied by winding and shining thunderstorms, and several tornado-like cyclones. The sand and gravel on the ground were constantly rolled up and sucked into the air. The cumulonimbus clouds and sandstorms mixed together, blocking all vision, and only the light of lightning was faintly lit in the dust.

Fu Qinghai dived down without saying a word.

Fu Qinghai was not afraid of thunderstorms and lightning, but the surging air wall in the distance had a wind force of at least level 17, accompanied by sandstorms and heavy rain. Fu Qinghai's flying backpack could not withstand it and would be thrown into the sky at any minute.

After experiencing the baptism of nuclear war, the climate and environment of the earth have changed greatly. I don't know if the original standards can still be used to measure current natural disasters. Fu Qinghai judged the degree of drought in the city ruins and always thought that this was an inland area, but the super typhoon that appeared before him refreshed his cognition.

Fu Qinghai dived towards the ground, and when he was about to hit the ground, he turned over beautifully, folded his wings, and his backpack shut down and his feet landed on the ground.

The storm on the other side of the world had not yet approached, but the violent tornado had already arrived. The sky gradually darkened, and raindrops as big as beans kept falling on the ground, splashing dust. Scattered sand and gravel began to hit the tank shell, making a "crackling" sound, and the rumbling sound of thunder came from far away.

The rain gathered into streams and flowed down from the armor. Fu Qinghai took off his backpack to reduce his body size, opened the hatch and got into the tank.

A gust of damp air and cold wind rushed in, startling the three women in the car. Fu Qinghai took off his armor and said:

"Immediately shut down all electronic equipment, sights, vehicle communications, and auspicious arrays..."

Fu Qinghai paused:

"The storm is coming."

…

Chen Xinlu was about to operate the equipment when Fu Qinghai pressed her shoulders:

"Open a dimensional gate big enough for a tank to pass through, and let's get out of here."

Chen Xinlu nodded, put her eyes to the periscope, and saw the scene in front of the tank. She put the ring on her slender white fingers and directed Wu to draw a circle quickly. A golden-red rotating fire circle lit up in front of the tank, getting bigger and bigger, and was about to expand to cover the entire tank...

"Bang!!!"

In the sky, a three-meter-wide streak of blazing white lightning suddenly struck down, instantly forming a curved pattern in the air and hitting Leman Rust tank hard.

The scattered white thunder disrupted the expanding dimensional gate. A discharge-like white fine lines spread along the metal body of the car. Chen Xinlu was electrocuted and trembled all over. With the backlash of his spell being interrupted, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he fell to the ground with a "thump".

"Xiaolu!"

The two girls exclaimed.

Fu Qinghai was also stunned!

I fucking...

The probability of a tank being struck by lightning is so small! ?

Is this a punishment from heaven or a calamity?

Although most of the current was conducted into the earth through the rain and the car body, the part of the current flowing through the car body still made everyone in the car tremble. Fortunately, Fu Qinghai turned off the electronic equipment in advance, so no greater losses and damage were caused.

Fu Qinghai and Li Xingxian quickly helped Chen Xinlu up and let the depressed woman lean aside. Fu Qinghai stretched out his hand to open Chen Xinlu's half-closed eyelids to see if her pupils had dilated, and asked,

"Are you okay?"

"No, it's okay..."

Chen Xinlu's face was as pale as paper and he spoke weakly.

"Hualala——"

At this point, the storm completely engulfed the chariot.

"Ding-dong-dong—"

The sand and gravel brought up by the typhoon hit the tank armor, making a dense noise. Heavy rain poured down the observation windows and shooting holes. Fu Qinghai leaned close to the periscope and saw the wreckage of a car in front of him being picked up by the whirlwind, flying into the air and then falling to the ground, rolling like a piece of rotten newspaper.

"We won't be blown away by the wind."

Jiang Yixia, who was sitting in the gunner's seat, also saw this scene and couldn't help but ask with some concern.

Then we become flying Leman Russ.

Fu Qinghai thought to himself, and consoled him:

"Don't worry. The Leman Rust tank weighs nearly 70 tons, and there's a 30-ton Trojan logistics vehicle attached to the back. We won't be swept away that easily."

Having said that, Fu Qinghai still secretly blamed the technical priest of Mars in his heart: Why did the damn oil man build the tank so high for no reason!

The four-meter-and-a-half-meter behemoth was the commanding height of the entire plain.

Fu Qinghai gave up the idea of ​​turning the tank around at the beginning. The tank was moving too slowly and could not keep up with the speed of the storm. He wanted to use the dimensional gate to leave, but was struck by lightning again...

What bad luck.

Ancient pirates said that women should not be brought on board the ship, as bringing women would bring bad luck. It seems that the same is true for tanks.

Fu Qinghai speculated maliciously.

He sat down in the driving seat without stopping his hands, changing gears, accelerating, and steadying the direction quickly and continuously. With a rumbling sound, the tank accelerated again and moved forward.

"Qingshan, do we still need to move forward?"

Jiang Yixia asked in surprise.

Fu Qinghai looked calm and said,

"The storm is moving behind us. We can't go back. We can only move forward. Moving in the opposite direction can help us get out of the storm's range faster."

Fu Qinghai picked up the tank commander's wide-brimmed hat and put it on his head. He held the steering wheel with both hands and controlled the steel behemoth. The two tracks kept switching differential rotation, twisting left and right in the violent storm, like a burly man dancing ballet on a tightrope, avoiding several twisting tornadoes by a hair's breadth.

The cyclones and wind directions within the storm were unpredictable. Sometimes they blew on the front of the tank, slowing down its speed, and sometimes they pushed on the back of the tank, causing it to move forward slightly. Fortunately, the tank was still driving on the highway, and the entire tank was not blown away by the typhoon.

Outside the periscope's field of view, Fu Qinghai saw the soaked car wreckage. The rusted and blackened metal frames were peeling off and debris was falling off under the splashing rain.

"It's acid rain, very corrosive acid rain."

Fu Qinghai said in a deep voice.

No wonder there isn't a single tree to be seen in the entire area.

At this moment, a huge tornado suddenly formed in front of us, twisting and turning, and rushing straight towards the tank.

There is no way around it.

"Hold on!"

Fu Qinghai shouted.

"Buzz..."

The tornado and the tank passed through the vehicle structure, which was under stress and compression, and made a low and shrill groan. Under the influence of the huge negative pressure, the front end of the vehicle was slightly lifted up, nearly half a meter off the ground, and then fell heavily down again.

"Bang!"

The tracks hit the ground, splashing a pool of mud and water.

Everyone in the car was shaken up and down. Li Xingxian hugged Chen Xinlu tightly in his arms. Wine bottles and sundries fell all over the floor.

Fu Qinghai was not at all panicked. He released the clutch, switched gears, and continued to move forward, pushing away the dirt and rocks blocking the road.

My Little Pony Riding the Waves.

…

Finally, thanks to Fu Qinghai's unremitting efforts, the tank broke out of the range of the storm.

The dark clouds dissipated and the strong wind gradually subsided.

Only a few sparse raindrops were still hitting the tank hull.

After the rain, the sky cleared up and the sun came out.

Fu Qinghai still had his foot on the accelerator, but he gently let go of the steering wheel and breathed a sigh of relief. There was a shallow mark on the steering wheel left by his pinch.

"Look, it's a rainbow!"

Jiang Yixia, whose face was pressed against the periscope, suddenly shouted.

Fu Qinghai adjusted his perspective and saw that there was indeed a rainbow hanging high in the gray sky.

"Xiao Lu, it's okay, we're out."

Li Xingxian said to Chen Xinlu who was leaning in her arms.

Chen Xinlu's chest heaved and she breathed slightly, but she didn't care about the rainbow or not. She just stared at Fu Qinghai's back.

"Boo!"

Fu Qinghai leaned over and picked up a bottle of beer that had fallen to the ground. He pushed the cap open with his thumb, took a big sip, swallowed it with a gulp, turned around and smiled at the three women:

"This feels a bit like a world of death."

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(End of this chapter)