I sell Coke in the doomsday

The "meat" stored in the Chaishan stronghold should not be wasted.

The fact that something like this happened was enough to prove that we really didn't have much food left. In this embarrassing situation, I asked everyone to stop the work of converting zombies.

We don't have that much food supply now, so even though we know that we are lagging behind the enemy in terms of numbers, we have to stop.

Zi Su did not destroy the "meat" stored in the Chaishan stronghold as I instructed, but kept it in its original place, waiting for the opportunity for the "meat" to play a role.

I felt unwilling about this, but I had no right to force Zi Su to destroy the "meat".

During these three months, all the zombies imprisoned in the Chaishan stronghold were transformed into humans. The food problem became more and more urgent, and we had to prepare for the worst.

At the same time, the long winter had burned out the charcoal we had prepared. Under such circumstances, we assigned people to cut down trees everywhere to make charcoal.

The power generation equipment at the Chaishan base also began to play a role, helping everyone to withstand this seemingly endless winter.

Three months later, the corn planted in the greenhouse matured, and the food problem was alleviated, but the problem still existed.

So, we expanded our scope of activities and planted crops in all the usable greenhouses, and the plan to transform zombies was shelved again.

A year later, the small greenhouse base was finally able to supply excess food, and the plan to transform zombies began to be implemented again. However, during this period, other human bases in the surrounding area finally ran out of food and ammunition and were forced into a desperate situation.

Those people were unwilling to join the shield stronghold, and instead chose to launch a surprise attack on the small greenhouse stronghold, stealing a lot of food that had not yet grown, and also destroying the greenhouse that we had repaired with great difficulty.

Even at this time, the leaders of those strongholds were unwilling to give up their power, and were unwilling to join us even if it meant going to war with the Shield Stronghold.

So, in this cold weather, Zi Su and I led the team and launched a war against those strongholds.

It was more like a village fight than a war. We flattened two human strongholds with almost no effort.

The number of people in those strongholds became very small, and a large amount of human flesh was stored in the warehouses.

Under the increasingly severe living environment, those guys became more brutal and barbaric, almost returning to the state of wild beasts, and cannibalism was not uncommon.

I spared no one, and those who were still alive, along with their stored human flesh, were burned in the fire.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

I have heard this sentence from many cannibals. They think that people like themselves are the ones who should live, and they also think that we are hypocritical and false.

However, it turns out that people like us who depend on each other, support each other, and form an orderly group are the ones who survive to the end.

If this is the survival of the fittest, then those who refuse to give up power and eat human flesh are the truly inferior creatures, because they did not survive.

After the two strongholds were overthrown by violent and bloody means, the remaining strongholds finally realized the gap between them and us.

So, those strongholds chose to join us. I was not confident about those strongholds, so I disrupted and reorganized those people. Some of them were sent to small greenhouse strongholds to build fortifications, and some stayed in the shield strongholds to do ordinary chores.

Despite such precautions, a small group of people still launched a rebellion in the Shield Stronghold in the second year. The main group of the rebels were those who surrendered from other strongholds.

However, their era of violence is long gone, and that rebellion did not cause much of a stir.

Ajie's condition gradually worsened and he was unable to manage the entire Shield stronghold, so everything was handed over to Wang Zixuan, and everything was in good order.

In the third year, all the greenhouses on the entire plain had been repaired. We planted a variety of vegetables and, through splicing electrical wires, laid electricity from the Chaishan stronghold to the greenhouse stronghold and the shield stronghold.

By the fourth year, there was no longer any zombie to be seen on the entire plain, and all the zombies had been successfully transformed into humans.

At the same time, the nights are getting longer and the days are getting shorter. After our observation, we found that there are only seven hours left in the daytime.

In order to allow the vegetables in the greenhouse to get enough light, we installed incandescent lamps in the greenhouse. These incandescent lamps were obtained by risking our lives, breaking into the city again and again, and sacrificing countless lives.

In the fifth year, everything stabilized. We gained a lot of technical talents among our companions who were transformed into humans. Although there was a shortage of supplies, everything was on the right track.

And it was at this time that we all realized one thing.

The war between us humans and Epiphyllum is about to begin.

For five full years, the Epiphyllums did not set foot out of the city. They stayed in the city and transformed all the living things in the city into their own kind.

When we entered the city to search for supplies, we discovered that the wise Epiphyllums were already spread all over the city.

No matter how we think about it, war is not too far away from us.

It was also in the middle of the fifth year that we began to prepare for this war.

There is always heavy snow in the long winter. On this day, under the dark clouds, snowflakes fluttered and fell to the earth.

The greenhouse base had been expanded long ago and wooden houses had been built. At this moment, with the loud noise of a bulldozer, the road surface was pushed open smoothly.

I stood in the snow, exhaled hot air, looked into the distance, looking tired. Zi Su stood beside me, holding a notebook, and whispered to me.

"All the supplies have been accounted for, and there won't be any problems with food supply."

"The large boiler at the shield base has also been prepared. The heating problem has been solved."

"As for weapons and ammunition, we have plenty of ammunition looted from other strongholds, but the guns are poorly maintained, especially our Maxim, which is no longer usable."

In five years, Zi Su has completely lost her childishness and become more capable, but I haven't seen her smile for a long time.

"By the way, the workers at the Shield Outpost said they need five tons of iron to make other tools. Boss, you have to hurry up and prepare them."

Hearing this, I sighed, stretched out my hand, and a can of Coke appeared in my hand. I pulled the pull ring and drank the Coke in big gulps. After finishing the liquid in the can, I crumpled the can into a ball with both hands and sighed helplessly.

"Five tons of iron?"

"Those guys in the back, don't they really know that pouring Coke takes time?"

I never thought that one day, my ability to summon Coke anytime and anywhere would become the source of iron resources.

It’s a pity that there must be cola in these cans. In order to free up the cola inside, the cola we poured out over the past few years has formed a cola lake on the periphery.

What a waste.

Chapter 211 Hell (I)

I shook the Coke in my hand, looked into the distance towards the distant city, and asked softly to Zi Su who was standing behind me.

"Zi Su, is there any movement over there today?"

Zi Su carried a telescope with her. She picked up the telescope, looked into the distance, and reported to me.

"According to the news from the front, there is no major movement of Epiphyllum in the city, and it doesn't even look like there is any contact."

"Every day, every day, we stand in the city, basking in the sun, with no communication and no signs of wanting to start a war."

I took a sip of the Coke in my hand. Perhaps because this can of Coke was just made, the temperature of the Coke was actually a little higher than the room temperature.

"Don't take it lightly. Those night-blooming cereus are different from humans. They may communicate with each other through their roots underground, which we cannot detect."

"War can happen at any time."

Zi Su nodded, took out a pen, wrote something on the notebook, and spoke at the same time.

"Brother, do you think we can win?"

Hearing this, I was stunned. Holding the Coke in my hand, I didn't know how to answer this question for a moment.

Seeing this, Zi Su put away the notebook, shrugged slightly, and said helplessly.

"It seems that you don't have much confidence in us."

I smiled bitterly and said nothing. It was not that I wanted to undermine Zi Su's confidence, but there was indeed a huge gap in strength between our human camp and the Epiphyllum camp.

There is a huge gap between them in terms of both ability and quantity.

During the five-year expansion, our population has successfully increased to 50,000, but in the city, there are at least 200,000 zombies left for Epiphyllum to transform into. This is an unfair war.

"How is Ajie's health?"

I clumsily and deliberately changed the subject. Zi Su paused for a moment, then let me go and answered honestly.

"Brother Jie's health is getting worse and worse, and except for Wang Zixuan, no one dares to take care of him for fear of being infected with tuberculosis by him."

Hearing this, I unconsciously clenched my fists and became irritated.

In order to siege the shield stronghold, Ajie almost sacrificed half of his life. Almost all those people at that time owed Ajie a life, but now few people are willing to take care of him.

It shouldn't be like this.

"Zi Su, arrange a car."

"I want to go back and visit Ajie."

Upon hearing this, Zi Su did not take any immediate action. Instead, he looked down at the gray mechanical watch on his wrist and spoke to me indifferently.

"not now."

Without waiting for me to ask anything, Zi Su quickly spoke to me.

"Brother, it's time to draw blood."

Hearing this, I didn't say anything more. I turned around and walked obediently into a wooden house. Someone was already waiting in the house. When he saw me enter the house, he bowed to me with a very respectful look.

I didn't like it, but over the past five years I had accepted it and gotten used to people bowing to me.

Under Zi Su's instructions, I sat on a chair. The person next to me skillfully took out the blood transfusion tools, pierced my arm, and started bleeding.

For five whole years, I have been living like this, providing blood for the entire stronghold, and I never stopped even when I was not transforming zombies.

In this war, my blood is of vital importance. To Epiphyllum, my blood is a deadly poison, so my body, my blood, becomes an important weapon for all human beings.

Under my arrangement, bullets, arrows, and swords will all be soaked in my blood and stained with my scent.

I lay quietly in the chair, watching the blood flow out of my body little by little, through the plastic tube, and into the blood bag.

Zi Su sat next to me obediently and quietly, rubbing his temples with both hands, looking tired.

The two girls standing aside, who were responsible for drawing blood, had wooden expressions and stared at the blood bag with dull eyes.

The whole room was filled with a quiet and depressing atmosphere, as if whoever spoke first would lose.

I stayed in this depressing atmosphere for three hours. After three hours, I pulled out the needle, took Zi Su and walked out of the wooden house without saying a word.

From beginning to end, I didn't say a word to the two girls in the cabin.

Not only that, the entire greenhouse base was in a dead silent and depressing atmosphere. Everyone was busy, with their heads down, walking towards the distance.

Zi Su had prepared a car for me. When I got in the car, Zi Su naturally sat in the passenger seat.

As the car started slowly, I glanced at Zi Su who was slumped in the passenger seat. Seeing her tired appearance, I sighed softly and said.

"Why are you so lifeless? Weren't you the most energetic person before?"

Zi Su did not answer my question. Instead, he picked up a pen with tired hands and hit me on the head, as if he no longer had the energy to answer my question.

I smiled weakly and didn't continue asking questions. Instead, I drove the car towards the shield stronghold.

Probably since the beginning of the year, everyone in the entire greenhouse base has fallen into this state of exhaustion, lifeless, as if half of their bodies were buried in the loess.

I don’t know why, but winter is always a season that makes people depressed. After all of us have been trapped in this long winter for five years, we have become stagnant.

Every day I just work like a puppet, busy and anxiously waiting for the attack of the ephemeral cereus.

Zi Su looked at the fast-moving scenery outside the car, and suddenly opened his mouth and said slowly,

"I heard people down there talking a few days ago about why Epiphyllum hasn't called yet."

"If they don't come soon, they will... go crazy."

My hands holding the steering wheel trembled slightly, then returned to normal. I forced a smile and nodded.

"I know... everyone's life is very hard."

I know that everyone's spirit is almost collapsed, and they all think that instead of living like this, it would be better to have a good fight with Epiphyllum.

It's not that I did anything wrong, but being an emotional creature, with all its flaws.

When the living environment is no longer as bad as before and we no longer have to worry about daily food and clothing, the spiritual world that was neglected in the past will now appear blank and dangerous.

There were no more birds, no more flowers, no more other living things.

This long winter has trapped us for five years and made us the loneliest creatures.

Today, the people in the stronghold are well fed and warmly clothed, but they are beginning to wonder: Is living like this still living?

Especially now, the world no longer has four seasons, only cold, empty snowfields, and the danger of Epiphyllum is like a sword hanging over our heads, ready to fall at any time.

So, in this pale world, the people who could not sleep or eat well turned into stagnant water, gathered together, but without a trace of warmth.

Humans are perhaps the creatures in this world who are most likely to think of suicide.

But it's going to be okay, everything is going to be okay.

When it comes to life and death, those people’s dead hearts will come alive again.

And that time may be the time of their death.