This is apocalyptic

Chapter 153: The Survivors' Struggle
Kong Ming borrowed the east wind in order to defeat Cao's army.

Bai Xiao couldn’t borrow it, so he had to wait.

If the wind direction is wrong, you will burn yourself. Wind direction is very important when setting a fire.

In order to put out this wildfire safely and burn it cleanly, we must wait for a southeast wind. By then, the fire will spread to the depths of the forest. The high temperature and lack of oxygen in the area where the fire started first will force the animals in the forest to run deeper and farther. Using fire to drive them away in one direction can also ensure safety.

Even a barbarian like Lin Duoduo understood after he mentioned it that fire should not be set randomly.

A breeze is not enough, it needs to be a stronger wind.

It’s a pity for the hawthorns, chestnuts, and other mountain products. She used to go into the mountains, but now only the Zombie King can enter the mountains.

Next, you can either move or burn it all to see if you can have a peaceful winter. You can pick up the embers after the wildfire to use as charcoal, and you may also be able to pick up many animal carcasses.

Lin Duoduo wet her fingers with saliva and held them in the air to feel the wind direction.

——Originally she thought she could survive for a few more years, but she didn't expect the situation in the mountains to deteriorate so quickly. The abnormal climate this year caused a sharp decrease in water resources in the mountains, and the little remaining water resources were polluted.

The window period from zombie aging to full infection is disappearing, and every year that passes is the best year for the next one.

"Not today." She put her hand down with some regret.

"Hide it!"

Bai Xiao picked up the iron sheet, asked Lin Duoduo to hide, took the hammer and went to the corner outside the village, ready to hammer out an iron helmet. He was afraid that the clanging sound would attract something, so he ran so far and had to ask Lin Duoduo to hide.

Compared to how strong he is now, the original helmet is no longer suitable, and it squeezes his head a bit, and the protective power is much worse.

The zombie's weakness is on its head. If you make an iron helmet, he will become Juggernaut - the stupid mutant in X-Men who bangs his head against the wall and gets confused.

He also wanted to weld a spike onto his helmet. He had the impression that the welding could be done with gunpowder from bullets, but he forgot where he had seen it or what materials were needed. He just remembered that he seemed to have seen someone do it.

There was more wind, and a little red and yellow could be seen on the trees on the mountain from a long distance away, but most of them were still dark green. Unlike the scenery in summer, their color had become much darker. Going into the mountains, more red and yellow leaves could be seen.

The sound of clanging and banging came from the corner of the village. The wind and clouds in the sky changed, and the soft clouds slowly floated across the mountains and forests, occasionally blocking the sun and casting a large shadow, which made it immediately cooler.

With the box placed in the yard, Bai Xiao was not too worried. Even if something unexpected happened or something flew out from the mountains, Lin Duoduo could hide in the house or in the box.

As the temperature dropped, there were more and more windy days. Every day, Lin Duoduo would stand in the yard to observe the wind direction, then watch Bai Xiao tinker with the iron helmet, and occasionally knock on the coffin and tinker with it.

He was worried that once a wildfire started, the wind direction would suddenly change causing chaos in the village, so he took precautions first.

Lin Duoduo likes this kind of life very much. She thinks with the zombies about how to live more comfortably and how to survive well. Even though he becomes stronger and scarier day by day, she feels a sense of security that she has never felt before.

This has not happened in the past decade or so that I can remember. My father used to wrap his arms with thick tape and leather in order to survive, but my mother was always worried at that time. After all, he was only a human being, and it was very dangerous outside. He might not come back every time he went out.

Now she is the same as her mother, but also a little different, because the zombie with her is a very big one. He can pinch a fresh zombie with one hand and step on another one under his feet. He is a very strong zombie.

Lin Duoduo disassembled the rifle left by Aunt Qian and maintained it. She also wanted to be prepared. If there were any accidents during the burning of the mountain, she would also use the gun to protect the zombies.

While waiting for the southeast wind, Bai Xiao also cleared the dead grass around the hillside to create a fire barrier to prevent the fire from spreading and burning himself.

Setting fire to the mountain was what he had thought about when he first came back, because he had seen a burned mountain on the road. There were not many trees on it, only a layer of green grass.

After a wildfire, shrubs and trees will recover slowly, and the distant forests will turn into green grass.

It would take a long time to recover, and the food source would also be reduced. However, compared to these disadvantages, the increasing number of monsters running out of the mountains were what needed to be dealt with most.

Finally the southeast wind came.

The continuous sunny days made the mountain less humid. Bai Xiao carried a basket on his back and went into the mountain to light the bushes and pick up some mountain products for the last time. "It's time to teach those flat-haired beasts a lesson." The zombie king put on an iron helmet, and his strong body exuded a sense of oppression.

"Wait a minute." Lin Duoduo pointed at the coffin, "Can we put it on the roof?"

"You want to go up?"

"Ah."

The deluxe version of the first mobile shelter was moved to the roof by Bai Xiao. Lin Duoduo lay on the edge of the roof, holding a telescope, watching the zombies walk across the hillside and into the mountain road.

He went in at noon, and in the afternoon, when the sunlight turned orange-red, thick smoke rose from the depths of the forest, and red flames rose there.

There were more and more places where smoke was coming out, and when it got dark, the sky over there turned red.

Lin Duoduo watched through the telescope. In fact, her father's notes also mentioned that if they really couldn't survive in the winter, they could try to burn the mountain. But she didn't expect that the Zombie King would do it under such circumstances.

The fire was fueled by the wind, and the wind fueled the fire. The night grew darker, and the fire on the other side of the forest grew bigger and bigger, and flames and thick smoke filled the entire sky.

As the wildfire intensified, the Zombie King ran out from the mountain road carrying a basket on his back. His majestic figure, the thick smoke and fog behind him, and the birds circling in the mountains and forests formed a picture.

It was already dark, but the fire over there was growing brighter and brighter.

"Come down quickly!" Bai Xiao shouted when he returned to the yard. Lin Duoduo hung the telescope around her neck and quickly climbed down.

He brought back a large basket of hawthorns and put it on the ground. When he looked up, he could see the sky dyed red, as if the red glow of sunset had not disappeared yet.

"It should be clean now, right?"

"Of course, it was you who set the fire." Lin Duoduo said.

There was black ash on his body and black and white streaks on his face. He had set fires all the way here.

Thick smoke was also rising from the surrounding mountains and forests.

Lin Duoduo rinsed him with a hose and changed him into clean clothes. The firelight illuminated the sky red. The two stood in the yard, looking at the gorgeous rose-red.

High temperature is one of the important factors that cause wildfires to continue to spread.

It is like a ferocious beast, roaring wildly in the mountains and forests.

From afar, the flames seemed to dye the entire sky red. Thick smoke rose up like a giant black dragon hovering in the sky.

In between are the shadows of startled birds flying and circling.

"I hope it won't rain," she said.

"Normative rain can put out this fire."

In these last days, the fire is burning fiercely.

Bai Xiao looked at the large wildfire he had ignited spreading among the rolling hills, and the fire continued to move towards the depths of the forest.

Civilization originated from fire.

——Today’s raging wildfires are the survivors’ struggle against the way the world is.

(End of this chapter)