Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 1344 Attacks Again
The thunderstorm disaster has lasted for a month.

Cutting flesh with a blunt knife hurts the most, and natural disasters are the most painful.

In the trading market, although all survivors live in similar environments, strong teams of survivors do not have to worry about food pressure and live quite comfortably.

These forces even trade with each other, sharing what they have and what they need, and many of the things they want can be exchanged.

But for those survivors living at the bottom of society, they could only hold on. A few days ago, the oil city recruited volunteers, and many people participated, replenishing their food to some extent.

Although it's not much, it's enough to keep them alive for a few more days.

Every day, survivors die in the trading market.

Once someone dies, they will be carried out by Tiger Lord's men for centralized processing to prevent the body from being left for too long, which could easily lead to plague.

Lao Yi led the patrol personnel to kill many of the fighters on the spot. After several rectifications, all the survivors in the trading market understood the style of the people in Oil City.

Be decisive and swift, and use drastic measures.

Kill without mercy or room for negotiation.

This also makes the trading market very harmonious.

Even if there is a conflict between the two groups, at most they would just exchange a few insults and would not dare to actually fight.

You have to endure it even if you can't bear it.

Some large forces do not dare to use their power to bully the scattered survivors or small teams.

They knew that once someone sounded the alarm.

When the patrol management staff arrives, they will kill you all regardless of how many people you have.

After all, all the survivors who entered the trading bazaar had handed in their weapons, and faced with the managers who were armed with guns, they had no ability to fight back.

On the fence.

Dongfeng, Guifei, Yuyang and others came up to change shifts.

These past few days, it has been extremely quiet outside the walls of the trading market, with very few zombies.

On the ground outside the wall, there was a layer of black and yellow viscous liquid, which was left by the zombies burning oil.

"Jiu Sheng." Dong Feng patted Dai Jiu Sheng's shoulder.

"You go down, it's our turn."

Dai Jiusheng was wiping the rain off his gun when he looked up and saw Dongfeng walking in from outside the watchtower.

"Okay." Dai Jiusheng picked up the gun in his hand, stood up and walked out of the watchtower.

As soon as he walked out of the watchtower, he saw the imperial concubine walking towards him.

He coughed, nodded to the imperial concubine, and passed by.

Chen Er from South Paradise has been pursuing the Imperial Concubine recently, but she has ignored him and he has been rejected countless times.

"Old Dai."

The imperial concubine suddenly called Dai Jiusheng.

"What?"

"I asked Su Qian to look after your son. He's probably in the cafeteria now."

Because Dai Jiusheng had to be on duty at the wall, he always left his child in the care of others.

The imperial concubine, Su Qian, Zhong Chuchu and others were quite familiar with Dai Jiusheng, so when Dai Jiusheng was on duty, he often left his son in their care.

"Okay, thank you."

"fine."

The imperial concubine replied calmly and walked towards the watchtower.

When I entered the watchtower, I saw Dongfeng and Chen Er chatting.

Chen Er's eyes lit up when he saw the imperial concubine. He didn't expect that they would be in the same watchtower.

So he immediately stopped chatting with Dongfeng and walked towards the imperial concubine with a smile on his face.

"What a coincidence, we meet again. Have you eaten?"

Chen Er looks like a typical bootlicker.

When the imperial concubine saw Chen Er, she rolled her eyes and thought it was bad luck.

The imperial concubine ignored Chen Er who had nothing to say.

Instead, he said to Dongfeng: "Dongfeng, I will go to the next sentry tower and switch positions with Lao Huang. Let him be on duty here with you."

Dongfeng heard this, looked at the imperial concubine and then at Chen Er, with a smile on his face.

"Well, whatever you want. As long as Old Huang is willing, it's fine. It doesn't matter to me."

Dongfeng also knew the imperial concubine's temper. If he tried to force himself to speak for Chen Er, it would make the imperial concubine unhappy.

"it is good."

The imperial concubine nodded and walked out of the watchtower without looking back.

"Hey"

Chen Er looked at the imperial concubine's back as she left, raised his hand and wanted to say something, but he felt that it would be useless and could only sigh.

Dongfeng said to Chen Er with a smile:
"I advise you to give up as soon as possible. The imperial concubine doesn't like you. No matter how hard you try, it will be useless."

"I know but it is."

Looking outside the wall, at the small hill eight kilometers away from the trading market.

There was a heavy rain, and the hillside was hazy and unclear under the obscuration of the rain.

Thinking of Lao Xie and others on the hillside, the smile on Dongfeng's face gradually disappeared.

Surrounded by so many zombies, we are in great danger.

They didn’t know how they were going to get back, and no one knew how long the heavy rain would last.

Ugh.
"Captain Chen Er, sometimes I admire you very much." Dongfeng suddenly said.

"what?"

Chen Er raised his head in confusion, looked at Dong Feng and asked, "Why are you suddenly talking about this?"

"There's a thunderstorm disaster and so many zombies surrounding the city. We don't know if we can survive this disaster. You have a good attitude and can still think about love. I admire you." Dongfeng sighed sincerely, without any sarcasm in his tone.

"You are not trying to play tricks on me." Chen Er glanced at Dongfeng suspiciously.

"No, I'm anxious all day, but I see you have a good attitude, I envy you."

Chen Er touched his nose and said indifferently:

"It's not my mentality, I just feel that I don't know how long I can survive in this environment."

"So, live one day at a time, don't think about the future, live every day as if it were your last."

"I like the imperial concubine, so I'll pursue her. She doesn't like me. Well, let's try again. If it doesn't work, forget it."

Dongfeng was somewhat envious of Chen Er's mentality. What he said and what he did were not the same thing. It could be seen that what Chen Er said should be consistent with what he thought in his heart.

There is not so much anxiety, tension and worry.

This may seem like giving up, but it is more of a nonchalant attitude.

Good.

But on the other side.

The imperial concubine came to the next watchtower, "Old Huang, let's switch positions. You go on duty with Dongfeng. I'll stay here."

Old Huang puffed on a cigarette made of dried corn silk and took two puffs. He raised his brows slightly and looked at the depressed expression of the imperial concubine, guessing something in his mind.

"Captain Chen is next door?"

"Yes, I'm upset. It's already this hour, and I still have the mood to think about this. What kind of person is this?" In front of the familiar Old Huang, the imperial concubine spoke out what was in her mind.

"Haha."

Old Huang touched his big golden front teeth and smacked his lips.

"If you don't like him, just say so."

"I said it, but you're still pestering me."

"Uh" Old Huang was stunned.

"That can't be helped. I'll go over there."

After saying that, Lao Huang took a plastic bag, wrapped up the pipe and tobacco, stuffed it into his arms, and left the watchtower.

The doomsday driving machine on the hillside still stood firm amid the heavy encirclement of zombies.

Staying in this sealed and small space feels a bit like being imprisoned.

Fortunately, there are more than a dozen people here, so I am not alone.

At first, they played Gobang and chatted.

When I got to the back, I felt bored and tired. I lay on the bed motionless, staring at the roof of the car in a daze.

Time becomes very dense, and the days seem like years.

"What day is it?" Changsheng, with his hair like a bird's nest and his face unkempt, walked from the sleeping compartment to the rest area. "The sixth day." Gu Long looked at Changsheng and answered weakly.

"It's only the sixth day, but it feels like a month has passed." Changsheng scratched his hair.

"But it seems that the zombies outside are making much less noise."

As time passed, the smell of the zombie attracting potion gradually faded.

Some zombies near the hillside were still surrounding them because they were relatively close.

But the zombies that were farther away could no longer smell the scent of the potion as it became fainter, so they began to walk towards the wall of the trading market.

There were nearly 100,000 people in the oil city and the trading bazaar, and the atmosphere was thick. The zombies smelled the human scent and immediately rushed over.

"Zhu Xiao, the zombies are back again, look." The imperial concubine said anxiously, pointing outside the watchtower.

Zhu Xiao frowned and hurried out of the watchtower.

In the distance, I saw a bustling crowd of zombies heading towards the Oil City.

After seeing this scene, Zhu Xiao turned back to the watchtower, picked up the walkie-talkie and informed the minister of the zombies' return.

After receiving the news, Uncle San immediately ran out of the oil city.

It's only the sixth day. Has the effect of the potion worn off?
Ju Tianrui followed his uncle up and looked at the zombies approaching. He asked:
"Minister, are you calling for volunteers?"

Uncle San took a telescope and carefully observed the zombies walking outside.

There are a large number of zombies gathered on the hillside, and they are still there.

However, the zombies that were farther away from the hill did not walk towards the hill, but walked towards the oil city.

The number of zombies heading towards the Oil City is not large.

After seeing the situation clearly, Uncle San had a rough idea in his mind.

The potency of the drug has been reduced, but it still works.

"Okay, let's start recruiting now."

Uncle San shook off the rain on his raincoat and continued:

"It's estimated that the zombies on the hill will return to the trading market soon."

"Then you have to watch over the recruitment of volunteers. After the recruitment is completed, have them wait on the wall."

"Also, we will rotate the oil array and hope that we can survive this natural disaster."

Uncle San's tone was a little heavy.

After listening to what his uncle said, Ju Tianrui nodded and said, "Okay, I understand. I'll arrange it right away."

"Wait, send someone to meet Lao Xie and the others on the wall later." Uncle San added.

"receive."

After explaining all this, Uncle San returned to the Oil City.

Time is like running water.

A few hours later, the number of zombies under the walls of the trading market gradually increased, surrounding the trading market.

Zhu Xiao brought the latest batch of volunteers to the wall of the trade fair.

These volunteers have been asking almost every day in recent days when the recruitment will start again.

Some people have completely used up their food reserves and can only rely on participating in the wall-building to block the zombies to obtain food.

After six days, the conscription order was finally issued again.

The number of participants reached tens of thousands.

So it only took more than an hour to gather four thousand people.

Zhang Shi participated again this time, looking as thin as ever.

Compared to half a month ago, there was a hint of vicissitudes and turbidity in his eyes.

He looked at the zombies gathering under the wall expressionlessly, seemingly without any emotion.

My uncle is dead, but he has to live, otherwise I would have let my uncle down for all the care he has given me over the years.

Now he has only one goal: to survive!
Live well!

He had been lying down these past few days to conserve his energy, but he felt a little weak after being hungry for several days.

I ate two tortillas right after I got over the wall. After my stomach was full, I felt less weak.

Feeling the food digesting and his body warming up little by little, he closed his eyes, trying to rest and reduce his mental exertion as much as possible.

Anyway, there are no zombies piled up now, and with the 20-meter-high wall of the trading market, safety is temporarily not a concern.

Zhu Xiao saw that the number of zombies could not pose a threat to the trading market for the time being, so he requested to let these volunteers go down first.

Otherwise, standing in the rain would consume your energy.

Uncle San naturally agreed.

Zhang Shi and others went down the wall and waited in buildings 3, 4 and 5.

Two hours later, the number of zombies under the wall of the trading market reached the point where they could be stacked.

The number of zombies at the foot of the hill is also decreasing.
As time went by, the hill of zombies looked like some animal shedding its skin.

Layer after layer of zombies came down from the zombie hill.

Another three hours passed.

The smell of the zombie potion has completely dissipated.

There are still dozens of zombies on the behemoth, the cemetery is in a mess, and collapsed tombstones are scattered all over the ground.

"Thank you, Captain. They said that the zombies in Oil City have returned there. Should we leave too?" Changsheng looked at the surveillance screen. The surveillance was not blocked as tightly as before.

Although there are still zombies, at least I can see the cemetery outside.

"Um"

"Let's test and see if we can start this car," said Old Xie after thinking for a while.

This trip was not easy and I feel very stressed.

Although they could not see the huge scene of zombie hordes stacked up from the outside, the roars of countless zombies in the past few days seemed to be right next to their ears, constantly ringing.

Although they were used to the roars of zombies, the sound right next to their ears still tortured them.

After getting Lao Xie's affirmation, Changsheng stood up and hurried to the cockpit.

"Self-check the running status of the giant."

“Power is normal.”

"Weapon systems normal."

"Brakes are working fine."

"Put away the armor plates!"

Click, click, click!
The armor plates covering the front of the vehicle were retracted, but the armor plates on both sides of the vehicle body got stuck when they were retracted because they were squeezed by the armor plates on the roof.

"What's going on?" Old Xie heard a strange noise and hurriedly asked Jiuge.

Jiuge stuck to the wall of the car and asked Changsheng to retract the armor plate again, and the clicking sound rang out again.

"Captain Xie, it must be the armor plate outside that is stuck."

"What consequences will this lead to?" Old Xie frowned and asked:

"Can we still go back?"

Jiuge nodded and said, "It's not a big deal. I guess it's probably a piece of armor plate that's dented. We can just pry it up when we get back to Oil City."

"That's good." Old Xie breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are there any other questions?" Old Xie came to the cab and asked.

"Why don't we open it and give it a try?" Changsheng asked.

"Yeah, that's okay."

After a few minutes, everyone took their seats.

呲!
The Big Mac made a muffled sound.

Emergency tire rotation.

ZiLiuLi——

But the Big Mac didn't move and stayed where he was.

"What's going on?" Old Xie asked anxiously.

"The front tires are stuck in the mud. Our car is stuck in the mud. The front part of the car is stuck seriously, but the rear tires may not be stuck too deep. I'll try reversing." Changsheng was sweating profusely.

If a car weighing several hundred tons is completely stuck in the mud, it is probably impossible to get out.

No trailer can tow such a heavy vehicle.

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