The terrifying tide of tens of millions of zombies was temporarily suppressed by artillery bombardment.
The ensuing oil array burned the zombie wave within a four-kilometer radius,
Even if some zombies survived and got close to the wall, they were cut and fell by the moving gate knife.
It can be said that they have successfully withstood the current terrifying zombie wave!
However, Third Uncle, Ju Tianrui and others were very distressed.
Because every minute now, a lot of oil is consumed.
But even so, they had no choice but to endure it.
If there hadn't been so many survivors coming in, there would have been absolutely no way there would have been so many zombies!
But there is no turning back when the bow is fired. People have already entered, so we can only continue to resist.
meeting room.
After the third uncle finished chatting with Li Yu and his second brother at the headquarters base, he put down the headset and stood up.
My whole body was sticky. I had just stood on the wall of the trading market for half an hour. Even though I was wearing a raincoat, I was soaked to the skin.
It's impossible to stop such heavy rain.
The shoes made a squeaking sound and were filled with rainwater.
The friction made a squeaking sound.
Sudden.
The third uncle stopped and looked back at the conference room, but did not see Ju Tianrui.
So he asked the operator in the conference room: "Where is Ju Tianrui?"
The operator quickly said: "He went to the oil well. It seems he was talking to the horseman to discuss whether oil drilling can be restarted."
The third uncle nodded slightly.
I have had the experience of continuing to dig during heavy rains before.
This time there was a thunderstorm disaster. There were thunderstorms a few days ago, followed by storms, but now it has finally stabilized and is just heavy rain.
It would be a good thing for them if the drilling process of oil wells can be resumed.
This means the oil boom can hold out longer.
...
The third uncle did not rush back to his room to rest, but went to the oil well.
The oil well excavation site is surrounded by concrete and cannot be entered by ordinary people.
When the guard saw Uncle San coming, he automatically let him through.
"minister."
"Where is Ju Tianrui?"
The guard pointed to the oil warehouse and said, "The battalion commander and horse workers are over there."
"good."
The third uncle nodded and walked that way.
Before he entered the warehouse, he heard conversations coming from outside the door.
"Mr. Ma, can you weigh whether we can start digging?"
"Um...Captain Ju, I just told you that the storm a few days ago caused rainwater to pour into the tank. Will it take time to clean it up?"
"how long it takes?"
"Three days!"
"Okay, then I'll give you three days to clean it up and start digging immediately!"
"Okay, I personally don't agree with it. Excavation in this heavy rain environment can easily cause rainwater to pour out of the tank, and the excavation speed will be greatly affected."
Squeak——
When the third uncle heard this, he opened the door and entered.
"Will mining during heavy rain cause irreparable effects on the oil wells?"
"minister."
"minister."
The two heard the sound and looked towards the door. When they saw the third uncle at the door, they quickly said hello.
"Will it?" Third Uncle asked again.
He looked at Marcello, and he didn't understand this, so he needed to ask professionals for their opinions.
Marseille hesitated for a moment and then said:
"That's not the case, it's just that the speed is a bit slow..."
The third uncle looked at his expression seriously, "Are you sure?"
"Sure...it's just that the risk to mining workers is relatively high..." Marcelon answered carefully.
"Forehead...."
The third uncle thought for a while and said:
"Let's clean up the oil wells for now, and we'll talk about the extraction later."
After finishing speaking, he looked at Ju Tianrui.
"You have to keep an eye on the current duty rotation. People can easily get sick and cold in heavy rain."
"If I remember correctly, Zhu Xiao and Guo Peng are still guarding the trading market, right?"
"right."
Ju Tianrui nodded and said: "There was a storm some time ago. At that time, no one dared to go out, so they have been guarding the wall of the trading market."
The third uncle frowned.
He said seriously: "Substitute!"
"It's been so long and their bodies can't bear it. Now that the storm has passed, we need to replace them immediately."
"Including the Oil City Wall, you have to replace people. They are not all made of iron, and they won't be able to bear it for a long time!"
Ju Tianrui quickly said: "Should we recruit those survivors to help us guard the trading market wall?"
"The city lord proposed this method to us before."
The third uncle thought for a while and said:
"That time has not yet come. At this stage, we should guard it by our own people."
"In addition, aren't there people from Southern Paradise to help? If the manpower is not so short, don't let the survivors help guard it."
"Okay, then I'll make the arrangements right now." Ju Tianrui looked at Marseille, then cupped his hands to his third uncle, turned around and left.
After Ju Tianrui left, Marcelon hesitated for a few seconds and said:
"Minister, actually we have run out of oil, we can still use gasoline..."
The third uncle naturally knew the purpose of what he said.
There are so many heavy rains now, and the risk of oil extraction is high. If it is not the most difficult time, he does not want to let the workers take risks.
However, oil reserves are at stake.
They, the oil extraction workers, never have to face zombies directly, and they can also earn a lot of points.
He has never even left the Oil City, so he became a non-staff member just by relying on points, enjoying guaranteed food, and his accumulated points are even higher than those of Zhong Chuchu and others.
Under normal circumstances, this job is a job with low risks and high points.
Now is the time of crisis, but you don’t want to take risks?
How could such a good thing happen!
If the fuel is used up, there are so many armored vehicles in the oil city, what are the tanks used for?
Is it ready to be mined and refined?
The third uncle stared at him and said with sharp eyes:
"We can't use up all the oil and fuel!"
"If you don't want workers to go mining, then from today on, you can take workers to guard the trading market."
Marcelon looked embarrassed and said, "Minister, that's not what I meant. I'm just worried that mining is risky and workers may not be willing..."
"Don't want to?"
The third uncle's voice suddenly rose.
"I see you are getting used to it, right?!"
His eyes are like knives.
"Now everyone is working hard and risking their lives to protect this city!"
"You don't want to take any risks?"
"Don't Zhu Xiao and the others have no risk at all on the wall? If the zombie wave rushes in, they will be the first to die!"
"If we can't stop the zombie wave, we will all die!"
"Lao Ma, what you just said made me very unhappy!"
The third uncle snorted coldly:
"Remember, the people who extract oil are not without such talents at the headquarters base."
"If you don't do it, don't do it again and leave Oil City!"
After saying that, the third uncle stopped looking at him and walked toward the door without looking back.
"Minister, minister, minister, I..."
Marseille trotted all the way to his third uncle and said with a pale face:
"Minister, I, I, I was wrong."
"Do you really know that you are wrong?" Third Uncle looked at him coldly.
"I really know I was wrong!"
The third uncle stared at him for a while and then said:
"Do you know what kind of environment the survivors outside live in?"
"You guys have food, hot water, and heaters to dry the clothes in your room!"
"Can you fight on the front line? Can you use artillery? You can extract oil!"
"Now are you telling me that you are afraid of risks?"
"You really know that you are wrong. Later you and the workers will go to the trading market wall and guard it for me 24 hours a day!"
"If you don't want to go, you won't want to go in this life!"
"Step aside!"
Marseille was trembling all over, and he knelt on the ground in despair.
This was so bad that the minister was angry.
Kneeling on the ground, he reflected for a while, then drew his bow from left to right and slapped his face twice.
