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Project Zomboid: Windows de barricadas para la supervivencia

Autor : Zoey Actualizar : Feb 21,2025

Asegurar su refugio en el mundo infestado de zombis de Project Zomboid requiere más que solo encontrar una ubicación adecuada; Exige defensas robustas. Esta guía se centra en un método fundamental pero efectivo: Windows de barricadas.

Cómo barricada de ventanas en Project Zomboid

Para abordar efectivamente sus ventanas, necesitará materiales específicos: Una tabla de madera, un martillo y cuatro uñas . Una vez reunido, haga clic con el botón derecho en la ventana de destino . Tu personaje comenzará a asegurar automáticamente la tabla. Cada ventana admite hasta cuatro tablones para una protección mejorada.

Adquisición de recursos: los martillos y las uñas generalmente se encuentran en cajas de herramientas, garajes, cobertizos y armarios. Las tablas de madera se encuentran comúnmente en los sitios de construcción, o se pueden recuperar desmantelando muebles de madera (estantes, sillas, etc.). Los administradores pueden utilizar el comando "/AddItem" para el desove de elementos.

Windows barricado obstaculizan significativamente la entrada de zombie. Mientras más tablas se aplican, mayor será la resistencia. Para eliminar las tablas, haga clic con el botón derecho en las tablas y seleccione "Retirar". Nota: se requiere un martillo o palanca de garras para la eliminación.

Los artículos de muebles más grandes (estanterías, refrigeradores) son ineficaces como barricadas; Los personajes y los zombis los pasarán. Sin embargo, la comprensión de la manipulación de muebles sigue siendo valiosa para la disposición interior.

Si bien se pueden construir barricadas más fuertes utilizando barras o láminas de metal (que requieren suficiente habilidad de metalurgia), este método proporciona una estrategia de defensa inicial fácilmente accesible.

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