A total of two thousand survivors gathered in several private houses in the north.
This is the first group of volunteers willing to go up the wall to stop zombies.
Building 5, North District.
"Gu Long, the quota here is full, how is your situation?"
Gu Long heard Xiao Jun's voice on the intercom and quickly looked at the leftmost side of the book, which read 665 people.
"There's only one last spot left."
After saying that, he shouted to the combatants at the door: "Let one more person in, it's the last one. Let the others go. We are full."
"Okay." The combat personnel at the door let the person at the front of the queue in.
The man heard the conversation between Gu Long and the others, and was very happy that the last one allowed him to catch up.
However, this made many survivors lined up behind them unhappy, especially the person in second place.
"I'm not too much. Let me go in too." He said and was about to force his way in.
The combatants stopped him and put their guns to his chest.
"Back off, don't back off when you hear it."
As the news spread to the back, the survivors queuing behind were not happy either. They had to wait in line for dozens of minutes, and it was still in the rain.
It’s gone now!?
They came in a swarm and pushed each other.
Bang bang!
The combatants fired a shot into the sky.
Then a line was drawn outside the door, "Anyone who crosses this line will be killed!"
The survivors looked at these murderous combatants and their heads calmed down instantly.
But they still don't want to leave here, thinking to see if there is a chance to make up for the gap.
In the rain, bustling crowds gathered outside Building 345, unwilling to leave.
Gu Long closed the notebook and said to the last person:
"go in."
After finishing speaking, he walked outside the door. Seeing the dense crowd outside, he frowned and asked, "Why don't they leave yet? Didn't they all say that the recruitment is full?"
The combatant quickly explained: "I've talked to them, but they still won't leave... Then I should drive them away?"
Gu Long sighed when he saw these survivors soaked in the heavy rain.
So he shouted loudly:
"You guys should go back first. This is just the first batch. We will recruit more people later. It's useless for you to wait here now. Go back first."
Someone in the crowd asked: "When will we be recruiting people again? How long will it take?"
"In about five hours, everything will be subject to notification. Go back to your respective residences quickly and don't block the road." Gu Long said again.
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Under Gu Long's persuasion, these survivors dispersed sparsely.
But there are still very few people who are determined to stay outside.
Time passes.
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Shi resisted his hunger and kept half of the tortilla in his arms.
Originally he wanted to keep a whole one, but he was so hungry that he couldn't help it.
"You must not eat this half. You can take it back to my uncle after the battle." He secretly reminded himself that he must never touch the half of the tortilla in his arms again.
"Everyone is up."
Dongfeng passed by in the corridor, "Everyone, get up, gather outside, prepare to go up the wall to stop the zombies, get up, hurry up, hurry up!"
Hearing the sound of the east wind, Zhang Shi got up from the ground.
After eating half a corn tortilla, he was in much better condition.
In the same room, besides him, there were more than twenty people.
"Young man, please go up and take care of each other later. My name is Wang Dao." A middle-aged man sitting next to Zhang Shi came over and said with a smile.
Zhang Shi glanced at him, nodded slightly and said, "Yes."
He saw Wang Dao when he came in, but he didn't like Wang Dao's appearance very much, it gave him a cunning feeling.
After hearing Zhang Shi's somewhat indifferent answer, Wang Dao not only did not get angry, but instead said:
"You're leaving the remaining half of the pie for your family, right?"
Hearing what Wang Dao said, Zhang Shi stood up immediately and looked at him warily.
"Little brother, don't be nervous. I just think you are pretty good. You don't know whether you will live or die on the wall. With multiple friends taking care of each other, we can take care of each other and have more chances to survive." Wang Dao quickly explained.
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Seeing Zhang Shi, he didn't seem to believe it. Wang Dao sighed and continued:
"Actually, I'm scared too, but I have to sign up."
He took out a whole tortilla from his chest, wrapped in a cloth strip.
"Little brother, if I die, help me take this tortilla to Building 9 in the West District, the 13th room from the left to the right, and give it to a woman named Xu Qianqian..."
"She is probably in her forties, about 1.65 meters tall, and has a mole under her left eye. If I die, please help me give the tortillas to her, okay?"
When Zhang Shi heard what he said, he looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect that this man who didn't look like a good person was actually a little emotional.
"Who is she to you?"
"wife."
"Little brother, I think you are the most trustworthy person in this room, so are you willing to help me?"
"Why me?" Zhang Shi asked.
Wang Dao came closer and whispered: "Because you are the only one who left the food. There are only two reasons for leaving the food: one is to save it for others to eat, and the other is to keep it for yourself."
"Besides, you are relatively young..."
Zhang Shi looked at Wang Dao carefully, and Wang Dao's words completely changed his impression of Wang Dao.
"Okay, I promise you, the girl with the tear mole in the thirteenth room of Building 9 in the West District is named Xu Qianqian, right?"
"Yes, yes, thank you little brother, I wonder what your name is?"
Tap tap tap——
There was a sound of footsteps.
"Quick, quick, everyone gather outside." Dongfeng came back after walking around and saw that they were still here, and scolded them loudly.
"Hurry up! Why are you standing there in a daze!"
Zhang Shi and Wang Dao hurriedly walked outside.
They walked from the house to the open space outside. When they came out, hundreds of people were already standing outside.
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Xiao Jun took a trumpet and shouted to the crowd.
The volunteers in Buildings 345 and 5 have all gathered here at this time.
Zhang Shi and Wang Dao stood in the same row.
The heavy rain never stopped, completely soaking their already damp clothes.
Several large trucks were driving in the distance.
The car lights flashed, dazzling Zhang Shi, who was standing at the far right edge of the queue.
Crunch——
Several large trucks parked next to the volunteer team.
Jie Changshan got off the car, looked among the crowd, and saw Xiao Jun at the front. He was about to go that way when he stopped again.
He went to the truck compartment, pulled out the longest steel pipe, and then said to Zhang Rufeng and others next to him: "You guys, take down the 4-meter and 2-meter steel pipe spears.
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"yes."
The three of them walked towards Xiao Jun holding steel pipes of different lengths.
"Captain Xiao."
Jie Changshan shouted to Xiao Jun from afar:
"Look at this weapon, how does it look like!"
Xiao Jun, who was talking, heard someone calling him, put down the loudspeaker, saw it was Jie Changshan, and walked over.
"Come and take a look." Xie Changshan handed over the 5.5-meter-long steel pipe in his hand.
Xiao Jun took it, surprisingly lightly.
The diameter of this steel pipe is about seven or eight centimeters, just enough for the palm of your hand to hold firmly without being too thin or too thick.
At the same time, he noticed that at the bottom of the steel pipe, there was a gun tip made of round steel. This gun tip had some weight.
Imagine standing on the wall with the tip of the gun pointing downward naturally, which is easier to operate.
"How many kilograms? This gun?" Xiao Jun raised the spear and waved it twice, feeling quite relaxed.
"9.9 kilograms, less than 10 kilograms. The heaviest thing is the gun head, which is about a kilogram."
"good."
"Come on, Captain Xiao, try these two specifications of spears. The minister said that you can get a few more specifications to adapt to different situations."
Xiao Jun put down the longest spear, and then picked up the 4-meter-2-meter spear to test it. It was obviously much lighter.
"The 4-meter-long one weighs about 7 pounds, and the 2-meter-long one weighs about three pounds."
"Very good, let's give it to those volunteers." Xiao Jun nodded with satisfaction and returned the spear to Xie Changshan.
"okay."
After testing the spear, Xiao Jun continued to pick up the loudspeaker and shouted to the first batch of volunteers:
"Did you understand what I just said?"
"You are not allowed to retreat without an order. Anyone who retreats will be killed! Never let a zombie climb the wall! Eight hours, I need you to hold on for eight hours! Do you understand?"
"clear...."
The voice was sparse.
Xiao Jun didn't encourage them anymore. After all, it was meaningless.
When the volunteers went up, the number of armed guards increased instead of decreasing.
Because once the oil array is closed, the number of zombies stacked on the wall will reach a terrifying number, and they don't know how effective this group of volunteers will be to stop them.
Therefore, for the sake of safety, it is still necessary to send some additional guards with guns to ensure that the wall will never be captured by zombies.
In addition to this layer of insurance, they also arranged some people in the trading market about ten meters away from the wall to prevent zombies from spreading if they break through the wall and fall down.
In addition, once you can't stand it anymore, you can also restart the oil array.
Suppress the zombie wave again.
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Ten minutes later, all volunteers were distributed and received spear weapons.
"On your side, you take the lead and serve as the first team on the east wall."
"You, as the second team..."
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"Follow the order and line up on the wall. Don't mess around and don't run!"
Under Xiao Jun's arrangement, the two thousand volunteers were divided into four brigades and forty squads, each with fifty people, and walked towards the trading market in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest.
The overall trading market appears to be square, with the length and width being about the same.
Zhang Shi was assigned to Team 29 in the Southern District. Wang Dao was originally going to be assigned to another team, but he changed people just now and is still in the same team.
Moreover, Zhang Shi was also the captain of this team, and Wang Dao followed him.
The group of people followed Jiuge to the bottom of the wall.
In order to prevent them from escaping, some people were also arranged to watch them.
The closer you get to the wall, the louder the roar of the zombies becomes. The roar of the mountain and the tsunami is frightening to hear.
Zhang Shi tightened his grip on the spear in his hand, and the tail of the spear was wrapped with two circles of cloth.
It's raining heavily, and the steel pipes are prone to slipping when exposed to rain.
The purpose of the cloth strip is to prevent slipping.
After walking up to the wall, the firelight outside the wall dimmed a lot.
Mingsheng and Ma Dong watched these people come up and arranged fixed positions for them.
There was a commotion.
Zhang Shi placed the spear horizontally on the wall stack, with the tip of the spear facing outward.
He looked at the zombie wave in front of him, covering the sky and the sun.
Wherever he looked, there were zombies. In the rain curtain, the gradually dimming firelight shone on his face.
His expression was solemn, the situation on the wall was much more serious than he imagined.
The number of zombies outside was also much greater than he expected.
Since the outbreak of the apocalypse, he has never seen so many zombies. This is a number that is enough to make people lose their resistance.
The hands trembled slightly.
He no longer has the confidence he had just now, and no longer has the confidence to guarantee his survival.
So many zombies were attacking him, and he had to survive for eight hours. He... felt a little... no, it was difficult to survive.
He looked at Wang Dao next to him. Wang Dao's expression was the same as his, frightened.
He took a step down, walked to the side of Wangdao, and said in a dull tone:
"My name is Zhang Shi."
"Building 4, South District, in the corridor of the third room, my old uncle is sitting in the corridor. His name is Liu Beidou. He is an old man with white hair."
"If I die, it won't be in vain if you help me bring him the half piece of tortilla on my chest."
"Thanks."
It sounds like he is explaining his funeral...
Because facing so many zombies, no one dares to have 100% confidence in escaping unscathed.
Being bitten by this zombie will basically lead to death!
After Wang Dao heard what he said, he just nodded quietly.
"good."
This is not an exception on the wall of the trading market. There are also many people who are familiar with each other and ask each other to bring back the few remaining food if they die.
This is fighting with one's life and exchanging one's life for food.
There is no way out, only a fight.
Whether it is life or death, only God knows.
........
Tap tap tap——
Suddenly a new group of people came over the wall, led by Lao Xie and Wu Jianguo.
They brought more than 200 combatants up. In addition to the original more than 100 combatants, there are now nearly 400 combatants. In addition to Tang Ji, Wu Xing and others sent by Mr. Hu, the armed guards have reached
More than a thousand people.
Their existence can ensure that even if the volunteers cannot hold on, they can still control the stacked zombie tide by using thermal weapons from behind.
The wall of the trading market is a lifeline, involving the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in the trading market, so there cannot be any problems.
"The west district fence has been prepared."
"Eastern fence, completed."
"Southern District Wall, Completed."
"Northern District Wall, Completed."
After hearing the news from the people in charge of the various fences, Lao Xie, who was standing on the guard tower at the main gate, picked up the walkie-talkie and said: "Okay, get ready to fight!"
A gust of wind and rain blew by, blowing away the remaining long hair on Lao Xie's head.
Lao Xie stretched out his right hand and stroked it, maintaining his dignity as he was not bald.
Looking towards the oil array, the fire slowly faded.
"Turn on the searchlights!" Lao Xie ordered.
After the oil array is turned on, there is enough light, so there is no need to waste electricity to turn on the searchlight.
Rub rub rub!
Dozens of extremely powerful searchlights were turned on at the same time.
Under the illumination of the searchlight, the zombies outside the wall can be seen more clearly.
time flies.
Twenty minutes later, there was not much oil left in the oil formation, and only the remaining small flames were left, swaying in the rain.
The zombie wave from behind rushed over. Without the obstruction of the oil array, the zombie wave quickly arrived under the trading market.
There are too many zombies and they pile up very quickly.
In ten minutes, the stack surpassed the moving knife.
Clang Clang Clang!
The mobile knife operates crazily, cutting up zombies and causing corpses to fly everywhere.
But there were too many zombies. The zombies that were snatching corpses of the same kind and the zombies that were rushing towards the wall were all mixed together.
In the end, the zombies that poured in from behind got the upper hand.
The mobile knife in the trading market was originally a simple version. After all, time was limited at that time, so it could only be done to this extent.
The originally clear and crisp sound of the knife gradually became dull.
The terrifying zombie tide submerged the mobile gate knife and piled the zombies high.
The moving blade is very tough and is still functioning in this situation, but the speed has become slower.
The tide of zombies, stacked up, outstrips the moving guillotine.
Moreover, the stack is still increasing.
The rain kept falling, and the roars of zombies resounded throughout the world.
Countless pairs of ferocious faces, sharp teeth protruding, roaring and stacked crazily.