"The latest batch has been recruited, let the first batch of volunteers go down." After seeing Chang Sheng coming up with the new batch of people, Lao Xie picked up the walkie-talkie to contact everyone.
On the fence, the third group of volunteers have already climbed up the fence and are getting used to it.
Ding dong!
After Zhang Shi lifted the spear, he placed the spear head upward and the handle downward on the wall stack behind the wall.
He supported the wall with his hands to prevent him from falling.
My legs were trembling, and my body seemed to be empty.
He was in a daze, with stars in his eyes.
One and a half corn tortillas have been consumed long ago, and I am holding on until now by relying on my own strength and willpower.
My stomach was dry and my hunger was coming like a tide.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly. With such an intensity of fighting, even though he had eaten food, his current condition was worse than before he came up.
"Line up and get down the wall, make room, hurry, hurry, hurry!"
The urging sounds of the armed guards rang in my ears.
Zhang Shiqiang braced himself and moved his body towards the wall.
"Brother Xiao Zhang, cough cough cough." A hoarse middle-aged man's voice came from behind.
It's the king's way, and he's not dead either.
Zhang Shi turned his head and saw that Wang Dao was in even worse condition than him. For some reason, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Stop...stop laughing, give me a hand." Wang Dao supported the wall stack, his legs were shaking and he couldn't walk at all.
Just now I had no choice but to hold on, but now that the energy has been released, exhaustion is coming like a tide.
Zhang Shi smiled so hard that his heart ached. He supported him and walked towards the wall together.
The new zombie-stopping volunteers didn't even have time to look at them, so they immediately threw themselves into killing the zombies.
The sweat on his body was washed away by the rain, and after he stopped fighting, his body temperature also dropped.
Walk down the wall.
But I saw the volunteers who came down from the fence gathered together and did not leave immediately.
"What's going on?" Wang Dao regained his composure and stood up without Zhang Shi's support.
"I don't know." Zhang Shi shook his head.
"Everyone line up and get the food." Changsheng's voice came from the front.
The first batch of volunteers who gathered here burst into tears immediately after hearing this.
Be happy and smile.
"That's great. I didn't expect that we could receive food even after we got off the fence! It's no wonder we worked so hard."
"Yeah, I'm so hungry now that my chest is touching my back, and I can't even walk steadily."
“I feel less tired instantly.”
"Gudong!"
....
The group followed Chang Sheng back to Building 3 in the North District.
Queuing up to receive food.
There were still two corn tortillas, which made the volunteers overjoyed.
"Originally, I thought I would never go up again after coming down this time, but I didn't expect that food would be distributed when I came down. I feel like I can go up next time."
"Yeah, to be honest, I couldn't hold on anymore... Such a small amount of food is not enough for me to consume."
"Go for a walk, eat something, and have a good sleep. I'm really tired."
People lined up in a long line with excitement.
The heavy rain kept falling, but the haze above their heads seemed to have dissipated a lot.
Just when the food was about to be distributed, Changsheng stood outside Building 3, picked up the loudspeaker and shouted:
"Listen up, you are the first batch of volunteers. You are a special case. You are the only one available this time."
"If you are willing to participate in the fence against zombies next time, you can sign up later."
"The rest time for you is sixteen hours. After sixteen hours, meet here on time."
....
After everyone heard what Changsheng said, they realized that distributing food after building a wall was just a special case.
This caused many survivors to give up.
"Are you going to sign up later?"
"I...don't know. What about you?"
"I don't know. If we only give out two tortillas, it's really..."
"well...."
Although two tortillas are not much, there are many volunteers, and the food stored in Oil City is limited. You must first ensure the food supply for your own people before you can think of anything else.
Half an hour later, the food distribution was completed.
Zhang Shihuai carried two and a half pieces of corn cakes, thinking that his uncle was still waiting for him, so he hurried to his residence.
"Brother Zhang, wait." Wang Dao suddenly shouted from behind.
Zhang Shi turned his head and looked at Wang Dao in confusion, "What's wrong?"
After all, they fought side by side for eight hours. After a brief contact, his perception of the king's way became better.
"Um...will you participate next time?" Wang Dao asked.
Zhang Shi did not answer immediately. After hesitating for a few seconds, he said:
"I have already signed up to participate."
Wang Dao smiled bitterly and shook his head and said:
"I didn't sign up. I'm not sure I'll be able to rest after sixteen hours. My calves are still shaking..."
"But let's see if there is another chance later. By the way, where can I find you?"
Zhang Shi said: "If I got off the wall, I would still be where I live. Building 4, South District, Room 3."
"Okay, I'll come find you then."
"OK."
After Zhang Shi finished speaking, he turned around and left, running towards the south district in the heavy rain.
As he approached the southern district, his pace became more brisk.
The physical fatigue also seems to have eased a lot.
The feeling at this time is a bit like a child who was disapproved by his family and went out to find his way out, and then finally broke out.
Prove you can.
My uncle has always taken care of me.
Tap tap tap——
With rain all over him, he ran to Building 4 in the South District.
With a smile on his face, he thought about handing the tortillas to his uncle later and wanted to see the expression of praise on his face.
Thinking of this, his pace became faster and faster.
I hurried to the third room in Building 4.
I looked around and couldn't find my uncle anywhere.
Did he go out to get water?
No, I didn't see him when I just came in.
With doubts, he looked at a relatively familiar man next to him.
"Brother Liu, where is my old uncle? The old man staying next to me. Where is he going?"
The man sat on the ground, eyes closed, sluggish.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hearing someone calling him, Yoyo opened his eyes.
He was a little surprised when he saw it was Zhang Shihou.
'You actually came back alive? It's rare!'
"Is it dangerous to block zombies on a fence? Is the mortality rate high?"
"How much food do you have for you?"
Three questions in a row, but I didn't answer my own question.
This made Zhang Shi a little anxious. In his desperation, he couldn't help but asked in a bad tone:
"Where is my old uncle? Answer my question first."
"He..."
Brother Liu's expression was a little strange. He sighed slightly when he looked at Zhang and said:
"died."
"He died not long after you left."
"The management said dead bodies should not be placed indoors as they would easily stink in humid weather. The bodies were taken away..."
"Well, don't think too much. I'm right next to you. Your uncle really has no vital signs..."
"Excuse me, is that fence dangerous? How much food was distributed?"
Zhang Shi didn't hear his last two questions.
Two words kept echoing in my mind:
Dead! Dead! Dead!
"How did you die?" He rushed to Brother Liu with a crazy and angry expression.
"Um...you ask this..."
"Starved to death..."
"It's not like you don't understand the current situation..."
"I guess I'm going to starve to death if I don't eat something. This guy needs to be more open-minded..."
"I'm thinking more openly now. If I die, I won't have to suffer. But it's really uncomfortable for me to be hungry."
"Xiao Zhang, I'm really hungry. For the sake of being so familiar, can you give me something to eat?"
....
thump!
Zhang Shi sat down on the ground and grabbed his hair hard.
"Ahhhhh!"
He roared like a beast, hoarse and desperate.
The old uncle is his last relative, the last relative who loves him.
Now even the last relative is gone.
What is the meaning of living?
What else could there be?
One of the biggest reasons why he went to the wall to fight against zombies was for his uncle.
So that my uncle can have something to eat.
But now, the old uncle is dead.
Starving to death.
So what's the point of him going up the wall?
Self-blame, pain, despair, and extreme resentment towards God.
This shit-like world.
Why does it cause so much pain to people?
Ah ah ah ah ah!
He cried silently, his head dizzy from the extreme grief.
Brother Liu saw his state and felt a sense of familiarity that he had not seen for a long time.
It seems that he was like this a few years ago.
However, there are no mood swings now.
I'm used to it and have experienced it a few times.
The first time was when the apocalypse just broke out and my parents died tragically.
The second time was when his wife was bitten to death by zombies, and the third time was when a group of thugs kidnapped his son and used it as food. When he broke free to save his son, his son had become a pot of minced meat.
Even after escaping death, he also thought about dying.
Who knows how he spent that painful time?
But after getting through it, there weren’t too many mood swings anymore.
.....
This process will be experienced by most survivors.
The more you experience it, the more you become numb.
After seeing it, I didn't think it was anything strange.
After Zhang Shi screamed, he grabbed his wet hair, lowered his head, and said nothing.
Half a moment.
He suddenly stood up and walked to the corner.
I took out the tortilla from my chest and looked at it, tears falling down my face.
Brother Liu's eyes turned green when he saw the tortilla in his hand.
She rolled and crawled in front of him.
"Xiao Zhang, oh no, Brother Zhang, give me some, just a little, I'm too hungry."
Zhang Shi ignored him.
He just shed tears and stuffed food into his mouth one bite at a time.
With tears streaming down his face, anger and self-blame burst out in his eyes.
The sweetness of corn could not cover up the bitterness in his heart.
Corn is bitter, so bitter that it makes him feel sick to his stomach.
But he still swallowed it one bite at a time.
Eat every bite carefully and vigorously.
This is something he worked hard for.
He knew that Brother Liu would not lie. Who could be blamed for his uncle's death?
Blame Oil City?
He is not a child anymore, no one can help you for no reason, and there is no obligation.
In fact, if the people in Oil City did not let them in, they might have died in the previous thunderstorm or storm.
He is a person with very upright views, and his uncle has always told him that even if he lives in the last days, he must keep his inner bottom line.
If there is no bottom line, there is no difference between dying and living.
But who can blame it?
We can only blame this abominable apocalypse and this thief God.
He finished two and a half pieces of corn tortillas, which made Brother Liu, who had been watching him eat, salivate and his intestines twitch with hunger.
After eating two and a half corn tortillas in a row, this was the most filling meal Zhang Shi had had in a long time.
After eating, he leaned against the wall and slept.
The battle that originally lasted for eight hours left him overwhelmed. After returning, he experienced the death of his old uncle, which made him physically and mentally exhausted.
His body reached a spiritual point, and after closing his eyes, he fell asleep within a few seconds.
In other words, he fainted.
After Brother Liu saw him sleeping, he used the dim light to crawl closer to Zhang Shi, then lay on the ground and carefully searched for the fallen corn crumbs.
But after searching a lot, I could only find a little bit, which together was about the size of two fingernails.
There was also a lot of dust and dirt on it.
If it were normal times, it would be impossible for Zhang to leave any crumbs when he ate.
He will eat it himself.
But just now he was too sad to notice this.
Brother Liu didn't dare to snatch it, because once he was caught by the management, he would die.
Someone had done this before and was killed.
After eating two pieces of corn crumbs under his fingernails, he was a little confused.
How about volunteering yourself?
If Zhang Shi can do it, I should be able to do it too.
I just don’t know what the death rate is. Judging from Zhang Shi’s state when he came back, he must be quite tired, right?
But after all, even if you die on the wall, at least you can have a meal before the break...
He is a little afraid of death.
After struggling for a long time, he still couldn't make up his mind.
Forget it, let's wait until the kid wakes up and ask him.
Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, he was stunned.
There was nothing going on in my mind, I was just hungry.
.....
.....
Lao Xie got off the fence and A Hong took his place.
He hurried back to Oil City and had a short meeting with Xiao Jun and Changsheng.
Just after the first batch of volunteers at Changsheng distributed food, during the next registration, only 30% of the people signed up again.
After counting the mortality rate, 2,000 people in the first batch of volunteers went up and 1,850 people came down.
150 people died.
The mortality rate is about 7%, which is not high.
However, the number of people who signed up again was only 555, a sharp drop of three-quarters.
If all the volunteers on the fence behind were in this situation, they wouldn't be able to last for many days.
After all, there will be a certain number of people who are willing to volunteer to climb the wall.
After discovering this problem, the third uncle immediately asked Xiao Jun and Lao Xie to return to Oil City and hold an emergency meeting to discuss the matter.
soon.
Lao Xie returned to Oil City.
meeting room.
The third uncle frowned and looked at Changsheng and asked:
"The mortality rate is not high, only 7%. Why are there so few people signing up again?"
The re-registration rate is only 30%. These people who participated in the war were originally more experienced, but they stopped coming.
Changsheng sighed, raised his head and looked at his third uncle and said:
He opened his mouth and said, "To put it simply, I'm too tired and hungry. I can't hold on any longer."
"Minister, the condition of the first batch of volunteers who have just come down is indeed not good. Some of them can barely stand. After eight hours of fighting and a sixteen-hour rest, it may not be too bad to go on the field again.
Much fighting power..."
"In addition, for them, two tortillas are too little, but they have to fight zombies for eight hours with high workload and risking their lives."
"What a loss."
"I guess their thinking is that the food they were given was too little and they were too tired. After going up there, they were hungrier after coming down than before..."
