Zhu Xiao looked at the imperial concubine, Dongfeng and others coming up from the wall with a confused look on his face.
Dongfeng wore combat uniform, walked to Zhu Xiao and said:
"After receiving the minister's order, we will come to replace you."
When Zhu Xiao heard this, his tense body relaxed.
"You're here now, okay, I'll leave this to you."
Later.
He greeted the surrounding team members and asked them to hand over to Dongfeng and others.
The imperial concubine was wearing a black combat uniform with uneven texture, which made the guards of Southern Paradise take a second look.
"Holy shit, who is that? You have such a great figure!"
After Chen Er saw the imperial concubine, he leaned into Zhu Xiao's ear and asked.
Zhu Xiao saw the direction Chen Er was looking in and realized that he was looking at the queen of the imperial concubine.
The corners of his mouth twitched.
"I advise you not to mess with this bitch, she is very cruel."
He still remembered that there was a non-staff member who teased the imperial concubine half-jokingly.
He was slapped twice by the imperial concubine.
The non-staff member was so angry that he cursed that women are all...
When she was beaten violently by the imperial concubine, it was not because this non-staff member allowed her to do so. She really couldn't beat her...
Moreover, the imperial concubine starts by kicking men at their most vulnerable places. Who can bear this?
Chen Er didn't quite believe how powerful such a beautiful woman could be.
"Are you afraid you're fooling me? Does she have a boyfriend? What's his name?"
Zhu Xiao saw that he did not listen to his advice and insisted on going his own way.
I didn’t bother to explain to him,
"Wang Guifen, it would be better if you call her imperial concubine, and hurry up and chase her."
"Thank you, brother." Chen Er secretly glanced at the imperial concubine again, feeling a little excited in his heart.
Zhu Xiao ignored him. Seeing that the team members had all been handed over, he waved his hand and led everyone down the wall.
He had been guarding the wall for more than ten days and was exhausted both physically and mentally.
When he walked down the wall, he happened to meet Guo Peng who was on duty on the other side.
Two teams and hundreds of people gathered together.
It attracted the attention of the survivors in the trading market.
"Brother Ye, the guard team went down the wall? What happened?"
"Changing of the guard, didn't you see a new group of people climbing up the wall just now?"
"Oh, I just didn't notice, I was sleeping."
"Cough cough cough."
There was a coughing sound.
Ye Mingshan turned his head and looked at the young man next to him, then reached out and touched his forehead.
piping hot!
"Old Feng, Zirun's body temperature is even hotter." Ye Mingshan turned to look at the man wearing a straw hat next to him.
Old Feng came over and reached out to touch the young man's forehead.
Somewhat hot to the touch.
"Well, there has been heavy wind and rain recently. His clothes are soaked and he has insufficient nutrition. He must have a fever."
"Cough, cough, cough, it's okay, Uncle Feng, I can get through it." The young man's pale face had beads of sweat flowing down his face.
He felt that he had no strength at all and was dizzy.
There seemed to be a fire burning inside his body, which made him thirsty.
He forced himself to get up, but he had no strength at all, so he leaned against the wall and gasped.
"Don't move, what do you want to do?" Old Feng sighed and looked at the young man with some worry.
"Uncle Feng, I want to drink some water, please." The young man's lips turned white, and he was a bit stubborn. He didn't want others to help him, but he was really thirsty.
Old Feng rummaged around behind him and found a steel cup.
Standing up, he raised his feet and carefully avoided the people sitting on the ground.
"Please give way. Thank you."
Passing through the long room and arriving at the door of the house, it was raining heavily outside.
Rain kept falling from the eaves and hit the ground.
The rain at the door splashed and wet his already damp trouser legs.
Lao Feng held the steel cup in his left hand and placed it under the eaves for cleaning.
He didn't want to run into the rainstorm to get water, which would make him completely soaked.
In such humid weather, once it gets wet, it's not easy to dry it out.
Wearing wet clothes for a long time is extremely uncomfortable.
After cleaning it several times, he held the steel cup tightly with both hands and filled it two-thirds full.
The impact of falling rainwater makes it impossible to fill it up.
Moreover, there were so many people on the way back that it would easily spill when it was full.
Carrying the steel cup filled with rainwater, he was more careful than when he came out, for fear of spilling it on others.
There were too many people in the room, some standing, some sitting, and some simply lying on the floor.
"Come."
Lao Feng held the steel cup and brought the rim of the cup to Zirun's mouth.
Zirun opened his eyes with difficulty and took a gulp of water.
When Lao Feng saw him like this, he couldn't bear to say:
"There is no way, the conditions are limited, there is only rain water, it was originally boiling..."
call--
Zirun drank more than half of the cup and said to Lao Feng: "It's okay, that's all. Thank you."
It was a bit difficult for him to say this. Zombies were burning outside the wall, causing insufficient oxygen in the trading market.
I now have a fever and am weak, and I still don’t know what caused the fever.
"I... take a nap."
Zirun leaned against the wall and slowly closed his eyes.
Old Feng watched him close his eyes and felt a little itchy on his waist.
I scratched it, and the more I scratched, the more itchy I felt.
"Brother Ye, please help me see what's growing on my lower back?" Lao Feng said nervously to Ye Mingshan.
At the same time, he lifted up his shirt.
Ye Mingshan looked at the densely raised red rash on his lower back. There were white dots inside the red rash, which made his scalp tingle when he saw it.
"Old Feng, you are suffering from the herpes zoster virus. It may be because your resistance has decreased, or it may be because it is too humid."
After the itching, there was a sharp pain.
This kind of shingles is not on the surface of the skin, but is a neuralgia under the skin.
Nerve pain is the most painful!
Lao Feng collapsed on the ground, covering his lower back, feeling terrible pain and itching.
"Hi! Damn it!"
"Brother Ye, stay away from me, this thing is contagious."
Old Feng sat on the ground, frowning and said to Ye Mingshan.
Ye Mingshan looked at his arms and calves, which were also covered with eczema.
"Oh, it's okay, this thing won't kill anyone."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The place is only so big, where else can I go."
Ye Mingshan looked at Zirun who was sleeping and said worriedly:
"Zirun still has a fever. If it continues like this, it may be life-threatening. We have to think of a way..."
Old Feng grimaced in pain. When the shingles was not painful, he didn't feel it at all, but when it hurt, it was really fatal.
"What can we do? What can we do?"
Ye Mingshan narrowed his eyes and said:
"I heard that the first transaction in the trading market was that a group of people exchanged medicines with people from Oil City. I will go ask and find out the news later."
Old Feng has also heard this rumor, but he doesn't have high expectations.
He heard that those people paid a lot of money to get the medicine.
Things like medicine are more precious than gold in the apocalypse.
at the same time.
In such humid weather, many survivors felt uncomfortable in one way or another.
Most of them have skin diseases.
The itching is unbearable.
It was painful to scratch the skin, even though blood was flowing out, I still scratched it.
...
But the two teams, Zhu Xiao and Guo Peng, passed through the trading market and arrived at the gate of Oil City.
Searchlights shine down from the oil city walls.
After Li Zhengping saw that it was Zhu Xiao and others, he notified the guard on duty below to open the door.
boom!
The gate to Oil City opens.
Zhu Xiao felt a little excited, took off his helmet and let the rain fall on his face.
He was a little excited when he thought that he would be able to have a good meal and sleep in a warm and dry room later.
The guards checked and let them in.
Inspection is still necessary. After all, there are too many people in the trading market, and I am worried that someone will sneak into the oil city.
"Lao Guo, let's go!" Zhu Xiao looked at this old friend who had been with him for many years, patted his shoulder and said with a smile.
Guo Peng raised his head and walked towards their residence carrying an automatic rifle.
He is not short, standing 1.75 meters tall, but next to Zhu Xiao, a 2-meter tall man, he looks a bit small and cute.
As employees from the outer city of Da Zhangshu Base, they share a room with four members and the team leader enjoys a single room.
Staff in the inner city of Dazhangshu Base have separate rooms in Oil City.
People like Lao Yi, Lao Xie, Ju Tianrui, Dongtai, Xiao Jun, Li Zhengping, Liu Jinglue and others all have a separate bedroom.
Non-staff members are provided with eight-person rooms with bunk beds.
Collaborators sleep in a row in a big bunk bed.
Their residence is located northeast of Oil City, very close to the helicopter landing pad.
On the second floor of the residential building, the two met A Hong next door on the way.
"You are finally back, I will get you some food." A Hong said after seeing the two of them.
"Brother Hong, we two brothers are suffering..." Guo Peng started to feel miserable after seeing A Hong.
A Hong pointed in the direction of the trading market and asked:
"When you went down the fence, did you see Marseilles and the others?"
Zhu Xiao asked in surprise:
"Ma Gong? Isn't he the person in charge of oil well exploration in Oil City? Why is he going to the trading market wall?"
Guo Peng glanced at the two of them and said with some doubts:
"I did see it. Captain Xiao of Xiao Jun personally led them there. I saw that the expression on that Marseille dragon didn't seem right. What happened?"
"Our manpower here shouldn't be that tight... we need oil production workers to go on duty."
When Ah Hong heard this, he knew that the two of them did not know about Uncle San's anger.
After looking around and finding no one, he approached the two of them and whispered:
"It is said that Marcelon made the minister unhappy and sent him and the workers to work on the wall!"
"How do you say it? Tell me in detail."
Zhu Xiao originally wanted to go back to the room quickly, take off his combat uniform and go downstairs to take a hot bath, then have something to eat and sleep when he came back.
But when I heard Ah Hong say this, I felt something.
Curiosity made him stop.
A Hong said with a somewhat unhappy expression: "Isn't the oil formation turned on now..."
"Consume oil in order to make the oil array last longer.
The minister went to Massaron and asked him to start extracting oil immediately. The oil extraction work was suspended due to the storm some time ago. Now that the storm has passed, he will be allowed to continue extracting oil."
"Who would have thought that when Marcello said it would be dangerous to exploit oil during heavy rains, the subtext was that he did not want to take risks with those workers."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Xiao and Guo Peng's expressions suddenly turned cold.
Fuck it!
These grandsons must be used to enjoying happiness!
Compared with Guo Peng's silence, Zhu Xiao directly cursed:
"I've been wearing it in the guard tower for more than ten days, and my clothes haven't been dried these days. There are so many zombies... We are taking risks, but they don't want to take any risks?"
A Hong nodded with approval and said:
"yes."
"So the minister was extremely angry and asked them to go on duty at the trading market wall now."
"Get a taste of what it's like to be on duty!"
Guo Peng thought for a while and asked: "What about the oil extraction job? Who took over?"
A Hong said with a smile:
"That shouldn't be the case. Why don't you know the past history of Oil City?"
"Oil City was controlled by Zhong Chuchu before. She used to be the leader of Oil City."
"What was that called later..."
Ah Hong raised her head and looked at the upper right corner to recall.
"Oh, yes, it's that immortal old ghost. He led the motorcycle gang to capture the Oil City and used all the people in the Oil City as slaves."
"Later the city lord came with a large army and liberated the oil city..."
Hearing the word liberation, Guo Peng said: "Brother Hong, you are very good at using words."
"Don't interrupt!"
A Hong rolled his eyes and continued: "After rescuing the people in the oil city, Zhong Chuchu followed the city owner back to the headquarters base and participated in the construction there."
"And that Masseilon and some workers stayed, and they are responsible for the oil extraction work here until now."
Zhu Xiao thought for a while and asked: "If I remember correctly, Zhong Chuchu should have been promoted to a non-staff position now, right?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! A Hong nodded and said:
"Yes, I first stayed at the headquarters base to do construction, and then went to the northern border to support.
After returning from the northern border, they were promoted to non-staff personnel.
It was not easy for her. She spent a lot of time going back and forth with such a big group."
"That Marseille Dragon is lucky. He used to be Zhong Chuchu's subordinate, and he became a non-staff member a few months before Zhong Chuchu and the others."
Guo Peng held his helmet under his arm and took off his wet combat uniform while saying:
"Zhong Chuchu and the others are pretty good. They endured hardships and even participated in basic military training at the headquarters base. Compared with Masailong and the others, Zhong Chuchu and the others are more effective in combat."
Zhu Xiao suddenly remembered the King Kong Lolita who was always beside Zhong Chuchu.
"Speaking of which, Shen Xiaoxiao left a deep impression on me."
Ahong coughed dryly and said to Zhu Xiao:
"Shen Xiaoxiao's strength has been praised by the city lord, but don't think about it. Shen Xiaoxiao is with Zhou Weiguo in the inner city."
"I know."
"I don't like that one."
Zhu Xiao saw Guo Peng taking off his combat uniform and followed suit.
"I mean, Zhong Chuchu and the others must know about oil mining. After all, they all left here."
"You said what arrangements will be made for Marseille and others in the future?"
They offended the minister, but they were not very optimistic about it.
What's more, there are substitutes.
A Hong shrugged his shoulders and said, "Whatever, if that Marcellus and those workers come down from the wall and change their attitude, they might have a chance to return to oil well mining."
"If it remains the same as before, we may be the first person to be demoted at our Da Zhangshu base."
"Downgrade?"
Zhu Xiao and Guo Peng said in unison.
A Hong nodded and said:
"yes."
"From non-staff personnel to cooperative personnel, they do not enjoy fixed food rations. They can only exchange for food through points accumulated in the past. All other welfare benefits have declined."
Zhu Xiao curled his lips and cursed:
"If you surrender, just surrender. To be honest, none of us here did not work hard to get promoted."
"They only need to exploit oil, which may be tiring, but they don't take risks, and their points are high."
"You don't appreciate this, you deserve to be demoted!"
Guo Peng had already taken off his combat uniform jacket and said to A Hong:
"Brother Hong, let's go back to the room and talk later."
Ah Hong nodded and said, "Okay, I'll put food in your room for you later."