After Lao Xie and more than a dozen people returned from outside, his third uncle personally greeted them.
In Wengcheng, after inspecting Lao Xie and others, they were asked to return to Oil City to rest.
"Minister, after testing the drug, it will probably be able to attract zombies for a week..." Lao Xie quickly reported to Sanshuhui after returning to Oil City.
The third uncle nodded and pointed to the dormitory building next to him:
"I understand. You should go and rest first. It must be very difficult for you these days."
They looked over from the Oil City side and saw that the Big Mac was buried underneath countless zombies, which made people feel numb when they saw it.
What's more, there are still people in that car.
"Well... Minister, the armor plate on the top of the Big Mac was bent by the zombies, and the armor plates on the side cannot be pulled up..."
Lao Xie still felt that he should tell his third uncle about these things so that the minister could understand the situation of the vehicle.
"Um."
The third uncle thought for a while, patted Lao Xie on the shoulder and said:
"Don't worry, I will arrange for someone to repair it. Just go and have a rest first, have a good sleep first, and come to me to discuss it in detail when you wake up."
"good."
When Lao Xie heard what the minister said, he stopped talking.
My head is indeed a little dizzy, and I haven't been able to sleep well in the Big Mac recently.
One is that there are too many zombies outside, and the second is that in such an environment, I feel anxious and unable to sleep.
I haven't slept well for six or seven days in a row, and now I feel a little dizzy when I walk.
"Minister, I'm leaving then."
The third uncle waved his hand towards him, indicating that he should go quickly.
Lao Xie returned to his residence, holding on to his strength and feeling exhausted. His exhaustion came like a tide.
I took off my coat, went downstairs, took a shower, and fell asleep.
The other side.
In the Wengcheng, Lao Yi led people to inspect the Big Mac.
The Big Mac is very large, and it is inevitable that there will be one or two zombies hidden in some gaps.
"Captain, the power system of this vehicle is still intact. There is generally no damage. There are just some problems with the armor plate and the meat grinder."
"Not bad." Lao Yi praised.
Even in the zombie swarm, this car can still maintain its condition. The quality is indeed good.
"Can it be repaired? How long will it take to repair it?" Lao Yi looked at him and asked.
There are also some tank and armored vehicle maintenance personnel in Oil City, and all of them under Lao Yi can also repair them.
Repairing the armor plates and meat grinder of this vehicle is a very simple matter for them.
The team members thought about it and gave an accurate answer.
"It can be repaired. In terms of time, the armor plate is estimated to take two days. The blades in the meat grinder are a bit dull and need to be polished all over. It will take three days."
"Including some other minor problems with the car, it will take two days."
"In a week, the car will be completely restored."
"good."
Lao Yi looked at the zombie corpses all over the ground in Wengcheng and waved his hand, asking the people behind him to get rid of these zombie corpses.
.......
........
Time is like rain falling from the sky,
After falling on the ground, it flows along the low-lying areas.
In the blink of an eye, another week has passed.
During this week,
Oil City adopted the method of rotating oil arrays and volunteers to survive this week.
After the oil well was taken over by Ling Feng and others, production resumed, and three shifts were rotated 24 hours a day to keep the oil being continuously extracted.
Massaillon was not only demoted to a cooperator, he was also removed from oil extraction work. After cleaning toilets for a month, he was assigned to work in the power generation room.
Stay in the power generation room every day. When the fuel in the generator is consumed, replenish the fuel in time for the generator.
Every time he passed an oil well production site, he regretted it endlessly.
But the done deal is done, and it’s hard to go back now.
Moreover, because he was unwilling to take risks to exploit oil and solve the oil shortage problem in Oil City, he aroused dissatisfaction among many combatants in Oil City.
Once upon a time, as the person in charge of oil exploration, although he was only a non-staff member, he could still attend meetings, and Ju Tianrui and others respected him.
But now, although everyone is not shouting about beating him, Dongtai's attitude towards him has changed greatly.
Faced with the change in attitude of Dongtai and others, Marseille could only shake his head and smile bitterly.
After all, I was too confused before and didn't understand the situation clearly.
When everyone is working hard to resist the zombies, defend the oil city, and defend the trading market,
But he was concerned about the risks involved in extracting oil in heavy rains. He took advantage of his professional advantage as the person in charge of oil extraction in the Oil City and, with a suspicion of deception, told the minister and Ju Tianrui that they could not extract oil in heavy rains...
But actually it is possible.
No one can blame him, he can only blame himself. At that time, lard was blinded to his heart.
Fortunately, although Uncle San downgraded him from a non-staff member to a cooperative member, he did not deduct his points or expel him from the Oil City.
With the points he had previously gained, he was not lacking in food.
.....
It has been a month and a half since the thunderstorm disaster first began.
During this month and a half, survivors died every day in the trading market.
Those who were sick, starved to death, or collapsed from exhaustion while climbing the wall.
During these days, trading flourished in the trading market.
Various items were exchanged. Oil City saw this situation and after setting up a clinic, it cooperated with South Paradise to intervene.
Take out some supplies and trade with these survivors.
They even moved the survivors out of the central area of the trading bazaar, arranged for them to live in another place, and set up the central area as a place specially used for trading.
This long street forms a tiny business district.
Oil City and Southern Paradise are jointly managed and charge pit fees for merchants who settle here.
The shops settled here are almost all medium and large-sized forces. They occupy a separate storefront and the store area is relatively large.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In addition, a small square has also been set up. In this square, many small teams or scattered survivors can also set up street stalls here.
You also have to pay a certain fee to Oil City.
In this small business district, in addition to the stores opened by survivors from outside, Oil City and Southern Paradise also used their own resources to open some stores here.
Such as clinics, pharmacies, daily necessities and grocery stores, etc., were all planned and built by Oil City and Southern Paradise.
In Oil City, there is a temporary reception room near the gate.
Mr. Hu brought Chen Er to visit in person.
The third uncle hurriedly entered the reception room and said, "Master Tiger is here."
When Lord Tiger saw Third Uncle, he immediately put down his crossed legs and stood up to greet Third Uncle.
"Minister Li."
The third uncle waved his hand, telling him not to be so polite.
"Master Hu came to see me today for something?"
The third uncle is a straightforward person and doesn't like to go round and round or lay out too much content, so he goes straight to the point and asks questions.
Master Hu has been in contact with Third Uncle several times, so he naturally understands Third Uncle's temper.
So without turning around, he directly told the third uncle the purpose of coming here this time.
"I would like to use your radio station to contact the brothers who are still in Southern Paradise. To be honest, when I brought the large army over, I left dozens of brothers to look after me in Southern Paradise."
"I haven't contacted them for a long time now, so..."
The third uncle thought it was something. After hearing that it was this little incident, he smiled and said:
"Hahaha."
"I thought it was a big deal. Mr. Hu, you are too polite. If you want to use the radio, just come in and use it."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers behind him.
"Dongtai, you can take Master Hu there later. He can use it as long as he wants."
In Oil City, there is not only one radio station, there is also one in the third uncle's room, and two fixed radio stations are also installed in the two helicopters.
After hearing Third Uncle's immediate agreement, Master Hu quickly stood up and clasped his fists at Third Uncle and said:
"Thank you, Minister Li."
"You're welcome, Master Tiger, is there anything else you can do?"
"Not really, I just want to borrow the radio station."
The third uncle thought for a while and said loudly:
"The business district in the trading market is getting more and more popular now. Mr. Hu, please pay more attention to it. We need to focus on blocking the zombies outside the wall. We can't take too much care."
"rest assured."
"Minister Li, you can rest assured that I will manage that commercial street well."
Seeing that they had almost finished talking about everything, the third uncle stood up and said to Master Hu:
"Okay, Master Hu, Dongtai will take you there later, I'll leave first."
"Okay, Minister Li, you are busy with your work."
Watching Third Uncle and others leave, Dongtai walked to Master Hu and said:
"Master Hu, I'll take you there, please come this way."
Master Hu nodded, clasped his fists in thanks, and followed Dongtai towards the conference room.
.....
In the conference room.
Dongtai brought Mr. Hu and Chen Er in together. While Chen Er was on the road, he kept looking left and right, trying to find the figure of the imperial concubine.
But I still couldn't find it, so I couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.
Since hitting the wall on the last shift, I can no longer see it in the subsequent shifts.
Not every time they can get to the wall just right.
The opportunity to almost be in the same guard tower like last time is already considered a great coincidence.
Depressed.
Mr. Hu didn't care about Chen Er who was following behind. At this time, he wanted to know what happened to the madman and the others now.
After all, the madman has been following his brother since the end of the world first broke out.
Among the founding members of Southern Paradise, there was only one lunatic.
The others were either dead or killed in rebellion.
Dongtai walked up to the operator and said, "Switch to the channel to contact Southern Paradise. Mr. Hu wants to contact Southern Paradise."
The operator glanced at Master Hu behind the station, nodded, and quickly adjusted the channel.
"alright."
The operator was about to stand up, but was pushed down by Dongtai.
Dongtai moved two chairs from the side and placed them next to the radio station.
"Master Hu, sit here."
Dongtai pointed to the two chairs next to him.
"Thank you." Mr. Hu was eager to contact the madman and sat down without any courtesy.
The operator also handed the headset to Master Hu.
Master Hu waved his hand and said, "No, just open it to public release."
The operator glanced at Dongtai and unplugged the headset cord after seeing that Dongtai had no objection.
Then he pressed the play button and said to Master Hu: "You can contact the people in Southern Paradise now."
Mr. Hu leaned forward and got in front of the microphone.
Coughed twice.
"Madman, madman, can you hear me? I'm Tiger...can you hear me?"
Mr. Hu’s nickname is Tiger, and his real name is Li Qilan.
But few people know his real name.
Ten seconds.
Twenty seconds.
Thirty seconds.
Half a minute passed and I still didn't receive a reply from the madman.
Dongtai reminded: "Master Hu, you can call again. The signal may not be very good. Please try calling a few more times."
There was no reply from the madman, and a worried look appeared on Mr. Hu's face.
After hearing Dongtai's reminder, he nodded gratefully to Dongtai.
Call again.
"Madman, can you hear me? I'm a tiger. I'll say something back if I hear it."
....
Mr. Hu called more than ten times in a row, but still did not receive an answer from the madman.
As the number of calls increased, Master Hu's heart suddenly sank.
Southern Paradise does not have as many ways to stop zombies as there are in Oil City.
What's more, he only left fifty people for the lunatic. If the zombie wave came, they didn't know if they could withstand it!
Master Hu still didn't give up and kept calling.
Two minutes later, just when Master Hu was about to give up.
There was a burst of electricity coming from the radio station.
Sizzling——
"Is it Master Hu? I'm crazy, you heard me."
"Master Tiger, how are you doing now?"
Zila——
The chair that Master Hu was sitting on suddenly moved forward, and the legs of the stool scraped against the ground and made a harsh sound.
After hearing the madman's voice, Mr. Hu said excitedly:
"Very good!"
"We are all okay, how about you? I have been calling you for a long time, but you have not answered. Are you all okay, brothers?"
Hearing that Lord Tiger had been calling him just now, the madman said with some embarrassment:
"Uh... I just fell asleep and didn't hear you."
"Asleep?" A strange expression appeared on Mr. Hu's face. Is he so leisurely?
There are countless zombies in their oil city, and at this moment, volunteers on the wall of the trading market are still risking their lives to stop the zombies.
But, madmen and the others are sleeping?
There are only fifty of them, how could they be so idle?
Fifty people might not even be able to hold the wall of Southern Paradise.
The madman coughed twice and explained: "Yeah."
"When the storm came, we couldn't hold on to the wall, so I simply asked Lao Zhang and the others to withdraw."
"We have been staying in the house for more than a month and have not gone out."
"Did the zombies crawl in?" Master Hu asked quickly.
The madman raised his head and looked at the boarded-up window in front, with various things placed behind the window to block the window.
Not even a gap can be seen.
"They crawled in, but there shouldn't be many of them. We've been inside the house and haven't gone out."
"The brothers are fine, but when the storm hit, two brothers were injured when they returned here."
Mr. Hu thought about it carefully, and it made sense.
After all, there are only about fifty people in the Southern Paradise, so it is not very popular, and the number of zombies it can attract is limited.
