Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 175 Heavy Snow Blocks the Road 2
Before the temperature dropped, they had already prepared the flour, wheat flour, and other ingredients into semi-finished products.
Otherwise, in this kind of weather, dough would turn into a rock in just a few minutes.

When the wind blows hard, we can't go out. Once it calms down a bit, we have to clear the snow around the house immediately after dinner.

If the snow on the roof is too thick, it will damage the house.

Just as Song Jinhe was dodging the snowballs falling from above with her shovel, she suddenly saw a bright light flash across the horizon.

That thing was moving faster and faster, and it was coming from the direction of the base!

"what?"

As soon as Cheng Yan finished speaking, the ground suddenly trembled.

The snow on the eaves was shaken and fell in a rustling sound.

The group exchanged glances, put down their things, and rushed towards the scene of the accident.

The items were left in the base square. Fortunately, it was freezing cold and there were few people outside, so the impact only shattered two lamps and a few pieces of glass.

"Did this fall from the sky?" Qi Sixing looked at the broken copper and scrap iron embedded in the snow.

“It’s a man-made satellite,” Jiang Shi’an said.

It's normal for something to malfunction or fail to keep up with the maintenance schedule for such a long time.

Most of them will burn up in the high temperatures of the atmosphere, and only a few will fall to the ground.

Even if there are more, it's impossible for the base to be locked down and fall; the probability is too small.

Once the situation was clarified, the onlookers dispersed, and a snowmobile arrived to remove the wreckage.

The materials used in artificial satellites are specially made. Now that even the most basic industrial manufacturing is gone, it's even more impossible to make such materials.

The base is going to be dismantled; let's see if there's anything usable left.

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The snow stopped for a day, then started falling again.

In the distance, white vortices formed by the wind stretched straight to the sky, and soft snowflakes swirled in the wind like sharp blades.

There was a series of banging sounds outside.

The base's public address system reminded residents that, except for those on duty, they should not go out during the blizzard.

In this kind of weather, the concern isn't about the zombies outside, but rather the internal problems.

The curfew was moved to 5 p.m., also taking into account the safety of ordinary people. Under a grey sky.

Several people dressed in dirty, tattered clothes and wearing goggles made from plastic bottles were running wildly through the snow.

"Xiao Ding, hurry! They're catching up! Run!"

The man turned around and roared.

The two people at the back were more anxious than anyone else, pushing themselves to catch up.

The snow was so deep you could sink in with a single step, and the cold air blown by the wind blocked your view.

With things on his back and several layers of clothing on, every step was extremely physically demanding, and without a physical advantage, it was difficult to run fast.

"Wait for me, wait for me!"

As Xiao Ding watched the white, agile figure behind her getting closer and closer, she cried in desperation.

"Don't abandon us!" another person lagging behind shouted.

The man suddenly stepped on something hard, looked down, and saw a zombie face. He was so frightened that he almost fell backward.

already dead.

There's a pit on the left as well.

It must have been made by the base!
"We're heading in the right direction! The base must be nearby! Hurry! If we get to the base, we might survive!"

The man shouted excitedly.

Their place was discovered by zombies, forcing them to flee. Outside, it was freezing cold, and their car was stuck on the road, unable to move.

When they woke up, the outside was surrounded by howling zombies. They had lost two people there and had barely managed to escape.

Before they could find the Luozhou base, they encountered zombies again, and this time they were exhausted.

The man's words undoubtedly rekindled their hope for survival.

"what--"

Someone behind me fell down, crying out, "Help me! Help me!"

I've recently been feeling like writing an infinite flow novel again~ Watching a documentary suddenly reminded me of a dungeon.