The torrential rain poured down on the earth and lasted for more than 20 days, turning many low-lying areas into lakes.
The wind was gentle, and the raindrops as big as bean drops formed a line, hitting the dilapidated buildings and the big trees that stood stubbornly.
In the south of Jigong Mountain, a city covering a large area stands in the middle of the heavy rain.
The city was surrounded by a ring of raging fire, turning the sky orange-red.
As time goes by, the firelight gradually becomes dim.
On the fence, Ma Dong, who was on duty guarding the fence, took a few steps back to look at the trading market behind.
"Have you received the notification just now? When will the survivors come to support..."
Mingsheng shook his head and said:
'I don't know either, but don't worry, this oil array can still burn for three hours.'
"How did you know?"
Ming Sheng pursed his lips and replied: "Dongfeng and the others who just changed shifts with us said that they have been on duty here for two days and have experience."
"Fine."
Just at this time.
drop--
A long cry cut through the noisy rainy night.
Ju Tianrui sat in the broadcast room and started broadcasting:
"A call-up order is now issued:
Due to the current situation, two thousand survivors are recruited to go to the trading market wall to stop the zombies. Volunteers who participate will receive food. Volunteers who are willing to participate can now come to Buildings 3, 4, and 5 in the North District.
Building collection.
....."
Ju Tianrui repeated this message three times.
In Nuoda's trading market, the broadcasts everywhere echoed Ju Tianrui's voice.
A certain building in the South District.
The crowd moved to the windows and listened to the broadcast outside.
"What?!"
"Recruitment order, if you go to the wall to resist the zombies, you can get food. I will definitely go!"
"Did you hear any requests?"
"I don't think I heard you. I don't care. Let's go and take a look first."
.....
The people in this building rushed out in droves after hearing the recruitment order.
A young man struggled to get up and said to an old man with white hair next to him: "Uncle, I'm going to try..."
"No, don't go, I'll go!"
The old man lowered his head and tried with all his strength to get up.
I saw his right hand resting on the ground, turning over and arching his back, but he was too weak and his right hand couldn't stop shaking.
Sweat fell drop by drop.
In the end, he couldn't get up and fell to the ground.
He hasn't eaten anything for five days, and he is too old to be as good as the younger ones.
When the young man saw his old uncle falling to the ground, he sighed and squatted down to help the old man up.
The old man was panting heavily. The torment just now really consumed a lot of his energy.
"When I'm young, don't go. You'll be directly facing the zombies on that wall. It's dangerous... I'll go."
The old man spoke intermittently and his face was pale.
The young man is very tall, but his face has become thin and disfigured due to hunger these days, and his whole body looks like a bamboo pole.
He sighed and said to the old man:
"Old uncle, you are so hungry that you can't even stand up. I'll go!"
With that said, he turned around and left the room.
"Stop!"
A loud shout made the young man stop in his tracks.
"Cough cough cough."
The old man yelled those three words with all his strength, causing him to cough violently.
He coughed and fell to the ground, covering his chest.
Seeing him like this, the young man walked over helplessly and helped the old uncle up again.
"I promised your mother that I must keep you alive, but you...ahem, you can't die."
"How could you die?"
The young man continued:
"I'm just going to stop the zombies. Uncle, haven't you seen so many people going? If I don't go, it will be over. There will be no spots left later."
"and."
"We have been hungry for so many days. If we don't eat something, we are really going to starve to death. We are going to die on both sides. Why don't we give it a try and wait for me to come back."
"Uncle, just sit here and sit down. I'm leaving."
The young man stood up again and left the room without looking back.
The old man covered his aching chest. The violent cough just now made his lungs feel uncomfortable.
He wanted to call out to the young man, but he couldn't speak at all.
He could only watch helplessly as the young man left his sight.
.....
After Zhang Shi walked out of the room, the heavy rain instantly wet his clothes.
It made him, who was already weak, shudder.
"Get out of the way, don't block the road!" Several people rushed over from the left, running in a swarm toward the north district.
Zhang Shi quickly got out of the way, took a deep breath, and followed.
He must volunteer to stop zombies, otherwise there would be no point in coming out.
Moreover, both he and his uncle will starve to death!
In order to stay alive, he doesn't care no matter how big the risk is.
He took heavy steps and ran towards the North District as fast as he could.
Along the way, he met survivors like him, all running towards the North District.
There are old people and women among them, but most of them are adult men.
They crowded and ran towards that direction.
When he came to the North District, he found that Buildings 3, 4 and 5 were already overcrowded.
Crowded with people.
Looking at this formation, there are definitely more than two thousand people.
With his height of 1.89 meters, he can see the situation further away.
I found that on the right side of Building 5, where there were fewer people, there was a small gap that I could squeeze through.
So he quickly changed his target and ran towards Building 5.
He hurriedly rushed to the right side of the door of Building 5, and then squeezed in against the wall.
There is a table in Building 5.
Gu Long sat behind the desk and registered his name.
There were seven or eight combatants nearby holding guns to resist the influx of people.
"Don't come close, stay back! Line up!"
"Name."
"Xie Wang."
Gu Long glanced at the middle-aged man in front of him and said, "Walk around twice."
The middle-aged man quickly turned around twice.
"Okay, go to the side to get the food, and then rest for an hour in the back. After an hour, go up to the wall to stop the zombies. We will distribute weapons to you then."
"Thank you." The man raised his hands excitedly.
Then quickly walk across the hall to the back room....
Zhang Shi wanted to squeeze through, but was pushed over by the person in front.
"Don't squeeze!"
Zhang Shi stood on tiptoe and looked towards Gulong.
He was so anxious that he had to join.
The people behind were still pushing forward, and his body was also moving forward.
When Gu Long saw the crowd slowly crowding in, he frowned and asked the combatants next to him to adjust the order.
"Back off, back off, or we'll shoot."
Several combatants armed with guns forced the survivors to retreat until they retreated outside the house.
Then he guarded the door to prevent them from crowding in.
"Get in line! You, you, you stand back and get in line."
Bang bang bang!
Gunshot!
These survivors calmed down a little, but it was a matter of life and death that made them extremely excited, and the team was still a little messy.
When Zhang Shi was forced out by a gun, he acted cleverly.
He seemed to be falling backward, but his body was moving forward, three steps back and two steps forward.
This meant that when these survivors exited the door, he was already at the front of the queue.
"Next."
Gu Long's voice sounded inside, and the combatants let two more people in.
During the heavy rain, these survivors lined up in a long line behind them.
In the middle and back sections of the queue, there are always people cutting in and getting into fights.
But in the early stage, because several combatants were watching from here, no one dared to jump in line.
ten minutes later.
Zhang Shi finally came to the front. He felt a bit like being on a deserted island in a desperate situation. A rescue ship had arrived. Seeing that there were not many places, he stood by the ship and waited to get on.
Because he wasted some time chatting with his old uncle, he didn't know how many places were left.
So only after he was completely inside did he dare to let go.
"Next."
Hearing this voice, Zhang Shi felt like hearing the sound of nature. With the permission of the combatants, he rushed in quickly.
The heart beats loudly.
"Name."
"Zhang Shi."
"Turning around."
Zhang Shi quickly turned around twice. The purpose of turning around was to ensure that he had at least some fighting ability and was not disabled.
Otherwise, it will be difficult for these people to function even if they are on the wall.
Going up to the trading market wall is to stop zombies, which is extremely dangerous.
There are so many zombies, if your legs and feet are not flexible, you will die if you go up there.
"Okay, let's go in to get the food and rest for a while."
"Next."
"yes!"
Zhang Shi couldn't help but roared in a low voice.
Finally getting his spot, he walked down the hall and down the aisle.
In the first room in the corridor, there are mountains of food, a table, and a person behind it.
When looking at Zhang who had just come in, Dongfeng bent down and took out two corn tortillas from the grain next to him.
"Two tortillas require you to stick to the wall for 8 hours. Please read some precautions written on the other side and read it yourself."
"Find a place to rest in the room inside. The food must be eaten, otherwise you won't have the strength to fight. Don't run around. Wait for orders here."
After Dongfeng finished speaking, he handed over two corn cakes.
"thanks, thanks."
Zhang Shi looked at the soft tortilla and found it was still a little warm to the touch.
Holding back his excitement, he turned around and asked:
"Can I send it to my family and come back as soon as I finish sending it?"
"No, you can't go back until after the battle. Now that you've left with the food, how can we find you? Stop talking nonsense, go in quickly, eat the food, rest and prepare for the battle." Dongfeng waved his hand and replied.
This is not the first time he has been asked this question.
Although he could understand Zhang Shi's thoughts, how could he find someone if he ran away? There were tens of thousands of people in the trading market and it was raining heavily. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
And it's a waste of time.
The most important thing is that food must be given to these people to ensure that they have the physical strength to fight.
Otherwise, running up to the soft-footed shrimp will have no combat effectiveness at all, which is also a waste.
After Zhang Shi heard Dongfeng's words, he said helplessly: "Okay, thank you."
After saying that, he walked inside.
Smelling the fragrant corn tortillas in his hands, he swallowed.
