Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

In the front courtyard of the temple, a dozen or so bonfires were burning.

The wood made crackling and popping sounds.

Around the flames were some pieces of wood they had brought back from outside. These pieces of wood were placed next to the fire to dry so that they wouldn't produce too much smoke when burning.

Before the sea fog arrived, the drought lasted for up to a year, so there were many dead trees outside the temple.

With the flames burning, they finally had some visibility and could see each other clearly.

Outside the temple.

Ribs and Stick each carried a torch, walking side by side, not daring to stray too far from each other.

Even the ribs would occasionally call out to the little stick.

"Little Stick, are you still there?"

"Little Stick, can you hear me?"

Xiao Gun glanced speechlessly at the ribs holding a torch beside him and said helplessly:
"I'm holding a torch, so I can see you. You can definitely see me too. Seriously, how come you're even more timid than me!"

The two walked to a big tree, and Xiao Gun handed the torch to Pai Gu, saying, "You hold this for me, I'll cut down the tree."

As he spoke, he took out the fire axe he carried with him and chopped at the tree.

The big tree had long since died, and the rotting wood fell down in no time with a few choppings using a small stick.

Boom!

The big tree fell down.

The stick was tried, but it couldn't lift the big tree.

If it were before the sea fog arrived, he could have dragged the dead tree because it was lighter due to the lack of moisture. But now the tree is wet, and he can't move it by himself at all.

So he cut the tree into four sections, tied them together with rope, and handed one end of the rope to the ribs.

"Come on, let's drag it back together."

Each of them carried a torch, with a rope tied around their other shoulder, and walked toward the brightest spot of firelight.

They were cutting down trees within 30 meters of the temple, which is quite close.

In addition, more than a dozen bonfires were burning at the temple, so the firelight could be seen even in the mist.

On the way back, the two moved extremely slowly.

Under the sea fog, the air humidity is very high, and the ground is slippery, so you can easily slip and fall.

The two dragged the log back to the temple entrance, handed it to Bingzai, and then returned to the place they had just been in, following their memory.

Around the temple, it wasn't just the two of them cutting down and dragging trees; there were seven or eight other team members as well.

The sounds of felling trees and footsteps rose and fell.

These voices also brought them a rare sense of security.

In this foggy environment, they were all like blind people, unable to see anything. This fear of not being able to see permeated their hearts.

time flies.

Three hours later.

The corner of the temple was piled high with wood, reaching two meters in height and level with the wall.

Ribs, somewhat exhausted, sat down on the ground and said to Brother Jing:

“Brother Jing, we’ve cut down all the wood within 50 meters of the temple. Going any further would be much more dangerous. How about we stop here for today? Anyway, we have enough wood for half a month.”

Looking at the burning campfire around them, Old Wang thought for a moment and then said to Brother Jing:

“Brother Jing, what Ribs said makes sense. It’s such a waste of wood to burn so many campfires. We don’t know how long the sea fog will last. Why don’t we just keep three campfires?”

When we cut down trees again tomorrow, we'll make several more campfires and set them up along the mountain path. That way, when we go to cut trees tomorrow, we can go to farther places to cut them down.

Jing Ge, wearing clothes that had already dried in the oven, nodded upon seeing the tired expressions on everyone's faces and said:
"alright."

He pointed to the tortillas on the ground and continued:

"We need to dry these tortillas quickly, otherwise they'll easily fall apart because they're so damp!"

The cornbreads on the ground were packed in dozens of burlap sacks, containing at least a thousand cornbreads.

Besides cornbread, there were even compressed biscuits on the ground.

They obtained all of this by robbing scavengers outside the oil city.

In addition to these items, they also kept a lot of supplies they had taken from scavengers in the cave.

Generally, scavengers carry more than 7 days' worth of food.

This group of people robbed several scavenger teams, which is how they managed to accumulate so much food and supplies.

At Jing Ge's suggestion, the group reduced the number of campfires to three.

The three campfires form a triangle.

After finishing cooking around the campfire, they took the cornbread out of the burlap sack and neatly placed it around the fire.

The flames burned, and they sat in the center of three campfires, the flames from all directions warming them.

Wearing dry clothes, and exhausted from their long hours, they snuggled together and drifted off to sleep.

Under the sea fog, the night is almost indistinguishable from the day.

Anyway, I can't see anything clearly.

Every two hours, someone would throw dried wood from the fire to keep the flame burning.

Then, they put the damp firewood back from the corner of the wall next to the campfire to continue drying.

This way, when dry wood is thrown into the fire, it won't create choking smoke.

More than ten hours have passed.

Jing Ge woke up slowly from his sleep. Because he had been sitting by the fire, he was a little thirsty after waking up, so he picked up the water bottle and quickly took a couple of gulps.

With the sea fog so thick now, getting water has become much easier for them.

Even a small square pond in the front yard had accumulated quite a bit of water.

"Old Wang, wake them all up and get to work," Brother Jing urged when he saw that Old Wang was awake.

Old Wang stretched, this was the most comfortable sleep he had had in the last three days.

Although he would wake up from time to time, at least he was asleep.

However, because he woke up from time to time, the back of his head throbbed and felt swollen and painful.

"Wake up, everyone, wake up, let's get to work."

He urged the team members who were still fast asleep to wake up.

Ribs was awakened by Old Wang's shouts. After looking around, his face was filled with disappointment.

His good friend Xiao Gun, who was standing next to him, noticed his expression and asked with concern:

"What's wrong with you? Ribs?"

Ribs glanced at Little Stick in a daze, then whispered:

"I'm starting to regret it."

"Regret what?" Little Stick asked, puzzled.

Ribs held his head and sobbed:
"I just dreamt that I was taking a bath in a public bathhouse in the commercial district, and then I went to Tingfeng Tower."

"Why did we rob people back then? We could have made as much money scavenging, but at least we'd have peace of mind. I always said that robbery was a bad idea, and sure enough, it came to light later. If we hadn't run away fast, we would have all died at the hands of those combatants in the oil city." As he spoke, he looked up, his face full of despair.

"In the months since I left the oil city, although I haven't lacked food, I always feel empty inside and can't sleep soundly at night."

Looking back now, although the houses in the oil city were expensive, they were cheap, and I slept soundly there. I really regret it, I really do!

After hearing what he said, Xiao Gun fell silent for a moment.

After a long pause, he replied in a low voice:
"Actually, I regret it too."

His voice was very soft, but Ribs still heard it.

Ribs put his arm around Little Stick's shoulder and said, "It's a pity we followed the wrong people. We committed robbery, and now we have nowhere to retreat. According to the management regulations of the Big Camphor Tree faction, even if we had returned to Oil City, we would have been doomed."

And they will definitely be blacklisted, never able to return to any of the bases in the Big Camphor Tree for the rest of their lives.

"I just wonder, how could I have been so blinded by greed back then? Sigh."

When Xiao Gun saw Lao Wang approaching, he quickly reminded him:
"do not talk."

The ribs shut their mouths; at this point, they had no choice but to go down this dark path.

But he is not optimistic about the future of this path.

Under the fog, nothing can be seen.

If any zombies manage to get up the mountain, they're doomed.

Old Wang walked up to Ribs and Little Stick and instructed them:
"You two are in charge of spreading the campfires outwards, making one every ten meters. We're going to cut down trees in a more distant place today."

"Understood." Ribs and Stick nodded.

The two of them had the least say in the team, so they usually did the dirty and hard work.

But there was nothing they could do; they were the two weakest.

The two got up, pulled the burning sticks out of the campfire, and carried the dry firewood outside.

Spread the campfire little by little.

An hour later.

From the three bonfires inside the temple, they extended dozens of bonfires outwards.

The dozens of campfires interspersed, their burning vaporizing the surrounding sea fog into a relatively thin state.

Every minute that passes, these campfires consume a certain amount of firewood.

Therefore, time is extremely precious to them.

All of them, a dozen or so, went out with axes and machetes, and dragged the trees near the temple, as well as the fallen deadwood, back to the temple's front yard.

This operation lasted for seven or eight hours.

"Whoo~"

Old Wang dragged the log back to the temple, saw Brother Jing stacking logs, and dragged the logs over, saying:

"Brother Jing, all the trees that are easy to cut down outside the temple's front yard have been cut down. The remaining ones are on the slope down the mountain and are not very safe. We can cut them up the mountain tomorrow."

Jing Ge looked at the mountain of wood and shook his head, saying:
"No need, we'll rest tomorrow. Most of the space in this yard is filled with wood. If we just keep three campfires burning, it should last for three or four months."

"As for the trees on the mountain, let's wait until we've burned almost all of these logs before we talk about them."

When Old Wang heard him say that, he nodded slightly and said, "That works too."

"Let the brothers all come back." Brother Jing glanced at his watch; it showed three in the afternoon.

He looked up at the thick fog in the sky and sighed inwardly:
Under the thick fog, it's impossible to tell day from night; it's a truly unpleasant feeling.

Subsequently, the other team members returned one after another, carrying torches.

They threw their torches into the three central bonfires, sat cross-legged on the ground, sharpened wood with daggers, and roasted cornbread on the fire.

There are many ways to eat corn tortillas: steamed, baked, or boiled.

For the vast majority of residents in the camphor tree area, it is their daily staple food.

They stayed in the sea fog for another two days.

Since there was nothing to see outside the campfire, they gathered together to play cards, which made their time quite relaxed and carefree.

They also exercise very little, so they eat very little each day, usually just one tortilla a day.

The rest of the time is spent eating, sleeping, and playing; I'm living a fairly comfortable life.

There is a major river in Jiangxi Province called the Gan River.

The Gan River originates from the western foothills of the Wuyi Mountains within Ganzhou City and flows northward, passing through Ganzhou City, Wannian County, Taihe County, Ji City, Zhangshu City, and Nanchang.

Finally, it flows into Poyang Lake, and then Poyang Lake flows into the Yangtze River.

Some of the zombies that landed on the southeast coast jumped into the river and spread to other places along the river.

Five days after the sea fog shrouded Jishi, a group of zombies flowed down the Gan River into Jishi's territory.

While passing through the western part of Qingyuan Mountain, a Vajra zombie suddenly sensed a human presence.

This trace of human presence is rather faint.

But now, ten years into the apocalypse, there are fewer and fewer living creatures on land.

This faint trace of human presence caused the King Kong zombie to crawl out of the river.

Wow~
The King Kong zombie has a silvery-white sheen on its surface and a streamlined structure. At this moment, it is on all fours and looks more like an animal than a human.

After coming ashore, the King Kong zombie sniffed the air, seemingly trying to determine its direction.

But after sniffing for a while, he could no longer detect any human scent.

It darted off towards the nearest building in a flash.

The King Kong zombie moves incredibly fast, and it even possesses the ability to climb walls.

In less than half a minute, it climbed to the top of the nine-story building like a spider.

These Vajra zombies are extremely powerful. They are fast and have tough skin that ordinary bullets cannot penetrate. They can only be killed by accurately piercing the zombie's eye.

According to the headquarters' classification of the current mutated zombies, this type of zombie belongs to the S-class category.

Before the discovery that tungsten carbide bullets could penetrate their skin and kill them, the Judges were primarily killed by heavy weapon bombardment.

Even if the target is an ordinary human, and the human has a firearm, it would be difficult for dozens of people to take it down without tungsten steel alloy bullets.

After climbing to the top of the nine-story building, the Vajra zombie sat on its hind legs, stood on its forelegs, and sniffed its surroundings vigorously.

Then they changed their position and continued sniffing.

Suddenly, the King Kong zombie seemed to smell the familiar human scent from before. It stood still and continued to sniff, as if repeatedly trying to pinpoint its location.

A minute later, it seemed to pinpoint the location of that faint human presence.

Excitedly, it climbed down from the ninth floor; it desperately wanted to eat human flesh and blood.

Human flesh and blood hold a strange and unique attraction for this type of Vajra zombie, which itself is a mutated human zombie.

They are irresistible.

With six meters still above the ground, the Vajra zombie jumped down.

It rolled over, but was completely unharmed.

Even using the force of the jump, he pushed off backward and ran towards Qingyuan Mountain at a terrifying speed.

(End of this chapter)