Chapter 1275 Are you teaching me how to do things?
Oil City.
The city gate opened wide and seven or eight cars drove out.
The car was equipped with banners and posters for promotional purposes.
"Ask all the transportation personnel to come over to me." Zhou Tian sat in the car and said to the team members behind him.
The team members got out of the car and used loudspeakers to call the construction material transporters to come over.
Zhou Tian also got out of the car, climbed onto the roof of the car and waited quietly.
ten minutes later.
Hundreds of transport personnel gathered around Zhou Tian, raising their heads and looking at Zhou Tian curiously.
"A Biao, take out the banner and show it to everyone." Zhou Tian turned sideways and said to the men next to him.
Wow!
The two straightened the banner and displayed it in front of everyone. The banner read:
【Thunderstorm disaster is coming...
Everyone is invited to enter the Oil City Trading Market to avoid natural disasters.]
After pulling out the banner, Zhou Tian shouted to the crowd with a loudspeaker:
"Did you all hear the broadcast just now? A natural disaster is coming, but the walls of the trading market still have to be built, and everyone still has to continue collecting building materials."
"In addition, I will distribute some warning banners to everyone. If you encounter any survivor outside, you must remind him."
"In addition to these banners, we will also give you a loudspeaker with recorded and broadcast content."
“Everyone line up and come get it!”
After saying that, he turned to the men behind him and asked them to distribute these materials to the transportation personnel.
The transportation personnel were talking a lot, but they still lined up to receive the materials.
In fact, after they learned about the thunderstorm disaster, they didn't want to leave the trading market.
They are not afraid that the natural disaster will not come, but they are worried that the predicted time of the natural disaster will be inaccurate. If they are still outside for transportation, a natural disaster will occur before they reach the trading market...
But they had no choice.
After all, if you don't go out to transport materials, you can only leave the trading market.
Where can they go after leaving here?
What's more, they will be given food here.
soon.
Zhou Tian and others distributed promotional materials to these transportation personnel.
After these transporters dispersed, they each posted banners on their vehicles and drove out of the market in empty trucks.
The dust in the trading market was flying all over the sky, it seemed that it was because Ju Tianrui had just injected them with chicken blood.
Their enthusiasm for construction has also been greatly improved.
It was as if the mechanical roar of construction equipment had become more powerful.
In Oil City.
After Xiao Jun finished assigning tasks to Zhou Tian and others, he hurriedly found Ju Tianrui.
He told Ju Tianrui that he wanted to take Ma Yingxue to the Southern Paradise in person.
And applied to recruit a helicopter.
After hearing Xiao Jun's application, Ju Tianrui hesitated.
He opened his mouth and said:
"I just finished talking to Mr. Hu. He asked me to give him an hour. I don't know yet whether he will come."
"Just do it this way. After all, the helicopters are being recruited, and they are going to Southern Paradise. This matter is quite sensitive. Helicopters are strategic weapons of our base, so we should be more cautious."
"After an hour, if Master Hu doesn't come, then we will contact the headquarters base and the city lord to discuss it. If they agree, then you and Ma Yingxue can go there together."
"Is this good?"
After listening to Ju Tianrui's words, Xiao Jun said happily:
"Thank you, battalion commander. I..."
"fine."
Ju Tianrui waved his hand, Ma Yingxue and Xiao Jun were a couple after all, and Ma Yingxue was the adopted daughter of Mr. Tiger in Southern Paradise.
"Wait, wait for the news from Master Hu."
"Okay." Ju Tianrui nodded.
....
....
One transport truck after another drove out of the trading market.
There are conspicuous banners on the left and right sides of these vehicles, which contain information about the outbreak time of the natural disaster and warning words.
When driving out of the trading market, the construction workers all saw it.
Some of the workers who supported the construction of South Park had twinkling eyes.
"Zhou Ming, do you think we should find a way to contact Mr. Hu and the others? This natural disaster may not be easy. If Mr. Hu and the others are not prepared, what if..."
"Don't worry about it. Look at the banners on those transport vehicles. They obviously want to tell everyone. Oil City probably has no intention of hiding this. Maybe Mr. Tiger already knows about it now."
"Besides, Sister Ma is also Mr. Hu's adopted daughter. She will definitely find a way to contact Mr. Hu and the others."
"What you say makes sense, but I wonder if Mr. Hu and the others will come here to take refuge?"
"It's probably hard to say. With so many people in our Southern Paradise, if we move here collectively, wouldn't we be like those affiliated forces in the North? We'll become under the control of Oil City."
"What's wrong with being taken back? You see, this Oil City is so powerful and has plenty of food. Let me tell you, being taken in by Oil City is a good thing."
"Stop chatting, the supervisor is here."
.....
The vehicle drove out of the trading market.
Many vehicles dispersed in all directions.
The speaker on the roof of the car kept repeating the reminder content that Ju Tianrui had recorded in advance.
In the car.
A cooperative staff member from the Da Zhangshu base headquarters was driving the vehicle.
The expression on his face is a bit complicated.
"Haizi, what I heard from Captain Zhou Tianzhou is that we want to take in these survivors outside. Do you think they will come?"
Haizi was sitting in the passenger seat, holding the horn in his hand and operating it a few times.
It makes a beeping sound.
He was so frightened that he quickly closed it.
"Whatever, it's none of our business whether you come or not."
The man sitting in the driving position said quickly:
"Why does it have nothing to do with us? What if they come in and cause trouble?"
Haizi glanced at him and said with a smile:
"You still don't know the way our Da Zhangshu base works. Do you think those people dare to do it?"
"If you really dare to cause trouble, I think Captain Ju and the others will kill you directly."
The man driving the vehicle thought about it and felt that what Haizi said made sense.
After all, when they were at the Da Zhangshu base, they saw with their own eyes the city lord hanging those who conspired against him.
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To this day, that image still remains in their minds.
Haizi tried the speaker again, and finally turned it on and hung it on the window.
"Let me tell the survivors that a thunderstorm will break out in more than ten days..."
The loudspeaker sounded.
While driving on the road, occasionally some zombies who heard the sound of horns would come out of the building or come out of the forest.
But they were all directly run over by vehicles.
Half an hour later.
They came to a crossroads.
"Just park here and let's hang the banner." Haizi said to the man driving the vehicle.
Crunch——
The vehicle stopped, and several cars behind it also stopped one after another.
boom!
Haizi pushed open the car door and knocked a zombie outside the door to the ground.
Pull out your spear and stab the zombie who was knocked to the ground by the car door to death.
Phew!
The zombie who came after hearing the sound was directly pierced through the head by his spear.
Before he got out of the car, he had already seen through the rearview mirror that there were not many zombies outside.
Recently, perhaps because the weather is too hot, there are far fewer zombies wandering outside during the day than before.
There were only a dozen zombies, but they were quickly dispatched with weapons.
Haizi pulled out the spear from the head of a zombie and said to the brothers behind him:
"Nail the banner between those two trees."
As he spoke, he pointed to the woods on the roadside more than ten meters away.
"Okay Brother Hai."
Several people took down the banners from the car, then climbed up the two big trees and nailed them to the trees.
The banner was tightened and the text on it was revealed.
Time is tight, and they don't have much time to adjust their position here, as long as they can see it.
Then they got in the car and left here.
Wait until ten minutes after they leave.
A dozen people came out of the woods.
The dozen or so people were wearing tattered clothes, with sallow complexions and thin muscles, and looked malnourished.
One of the men wearing a worn-out peaked cap stood under the banner, raised his head and read the words above, his face changed color in shock.
There were only two women in the crowd.
The rest were all men, with one half-grown boy.
This little boy's eyes revealed a maturity that was beyond his age.
"Brother Ye, are we going?" A woman standing next to the peaked cap held a mace in her hand and her body was muscular.
The man in the peaked cap lowered his head and thought for a few seconds.
Looking in the direction of Oil City, they are a team of survivors living near Xinyang.
I have never heard of Oil City before.
In the apocalypse, there is no information, and the distance may be more than ten kilometers. If you don't go to see each other, you won't know what's going on there.
The first time they heard about Oil City was a few months ago.
A large number of vehicles came out to collect and transport construction materials, and then they saw the content on the banner and learned about the existence of the Oil City Trading Market.
This time, although the banner is still there, the content has been changed.
"I don't know if it's true or not. Lao Feng, please go to Oil City in the next two days and see if anyone goes in."
After hearing what Brother Ye said, Lao Feng nodded and said:
"Okay, but Brother Ye, if this news is true, should we go?"
The man in the peaked cap sighed and said:
"If it's really as scary as what's said here, maybe there's a way to survive if we enter that trading market. We're just afraid they're going to do the Immortal Jump."
"Not that much."
Old Feng thought about it and said: "We are so poor and useless, what do they want from us?"
The man wearing a peaked cap looked up and down Old Feng's body.
The meaning in the eyes is self-evident.
It has been almost five years since the end of the world, and collecting supplies has become increasingly difficult.
But at this time, the human body becomes material.
It may become food or it may become a slave.
Each of them has some unforgettable past and a painful experience.
Later, it was because Brother Ye led them that they slowly came together and got to where they are now.
"Let's go!" Brother Ye looked at the banner and then wrote down the time.
He led everyone into the mountains and forests.
at the same time.
The other side.
On a road dozens of kilometers away from Oil City.
A team of transport workers hung banners in the windows of houses along the road.
The house is in dilapidated condition.
Looking at the crumbling house, Zhang Rufeng said to the ghost head next to him:
"Just hang it here, I think it's quite eye-catching."
Guitou clapped his hands and wiped the dust off his hands.
Look at the banner hanging outside the room on the second floor of this three-story building.
The ghost-headed eyes thought:
"Unexpectedly, our Da Zhangshu base has a sense of social responsibility and reminds survivors to pay attention to natural disasters."
Zhang Rufeng glanced at him and said:
"That's what happens when the base gets bigger. Besides, do you think our Da Zhangshu Base still has any rivals?"
Forehead....
Hearing what Zhang Rufeng said, Guitou didn't have much to say in reply.
They have not always stayed here in Oil City. They have been staying at the headquarters base before, and they have some understanding of the strength of the headquarters base.
And they also came from the southwest before.
I have seen with my own eyes the combat teams at the headquarters base, driving armored vehicles and tanks, knocking out the fraud gangs that had spread over from Southeast Asia.
Seeing that Guitou stopped talking, Zhang Rufeng clapped his hands and said to everyone:
"Get in the car and go."
Everyone gets on the bus.
The moment the vehicle started, Zhang Rufeng looked at the hanging banner and narrowed his eyes.
I sighed in my heart: Years of natural disasters and terrifying zombies have killed too many people.
After this natural disaster, it is estimated that even fewer people will survive.
Perhaps it is for this reason that the bigger and stronger Da Zhangshu Base will be advertised to the world.
In order to give human civilization more opportunities.
only....
I thought of the Western Alliance and Gan Xiong's persecution of the Zhang family.
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Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Who is he? It's not his turn to think about these things.
Vehicles were speeding past, and one of the places they were going to was a quarry.
Before the end of the world, that quarry was a relatively large-scale quarry.
After the end of the world, this quarry will still exist.
.....
As many transport personnel carried banners and broadcasts, they dispersed to various places.
More and more survivors are aware of thunderstorm disasters.
Sui city suburbs.
In a dense factory building.
Several people hurried into the factory.
Inside the factory.
Compared with the dilapidation outside, the inside of the factory is slightly better, but there is a rotten smell.
In the center of the factory, there was a bearded man sitting on the couch with walnuts in his hand, reading a book of Saint J.
One of the men hurried in with a red banner in his hand.
"Boss Meng, we just found this near Oil City."
With that said, he handed the banner in his hand to the man sitting on the couch.
The man put down the Holy J in his hand and curiously took the banner in his hand.
Looking at the words on the banner, he murmured: "Thunderstorm natural disaster?"
After just one glance, he threw the banner to the ground.
"What the hell!"
The subordinate looked anxious and quickly picked up the banner and said:
"Boss Meng, I feel this is true. Even if we don't go there, we must be prepared just in case."
Boss Meng, who was about to pick up Saint J, slowly put Saint J down again.
He looked directly at his subordinates and said:
"Are you teaching me how to do something?"
The man with the Chinese character quickly waved his hands and said: "No, no. I just..."
"Get out of here and don't disturb me studying St. J."
The subordinates saw the boss's appearance.
He sighed deeply in his heart. Ever since the boss was brainwashed by that cultist a while ago, Saint J has been with him all day long.
Walked out of the factory.
The sun was scorching hot, and I felt extremely cold inside.