The sun hangs and the plants on the earth stretch out.
Some insects and animals hiding in every corner came out.
There are many people in the trading market basking in the sun and enjoying the beauty of the moment.
Time passes slowly.
In the blink of an eye, evening came, and the setting sun was like blood.
Trading bazaar.
Outside the steps of Building 3 in the West District, Zhang Shi was sitting on the steps.
He was the first person to sign up to build the trading bazaar. He didn't want to leave here, so when Uncle San reported the matter this morning, he ran over immediately.
For the past two days, he didn't go anywhere, he just sat here, waiting for registration to open.
The setting sun.
Everyone watched the sun go down reluctantly.
Will the sun rise as usual tomorrow?
neither knows.
They don't know if thunderstorms will come back, but they hope that the sun will still rise tomorrow.
Night falls.
The entire trading market fell into darkness.
Miso miso miso!
Almost instantly, the street lights in the entire trading market lit up.
The dim yellow light gives people a sense of comfort.
Without the noise of the heavy rain, the entire oil city and even the trading market seemed a little quiet.
Hoho!
A zombie roar sounded.
On the wall of the trading market, dozens of high-power searchlights lit up, illuminating the surrounding area.
Clang Clang Clang!
The moving knife is opened and the cycle repeats.
The third uncle personally visited the wall of the trading market and inspected the wall of the trading market.
Tonight is crucial because wall-climbing zombies may appear.
There were thousands of people standing on the wall, all combatants with firearms.
Half of them were sent by Master Hu for reinforcements.
Since Southern Paradise has 10% of the profit from the trading market, it must also bear corresponding responsibilities.
Nowadays, there are so many survivors in the trading bazaar, and a large group of survivors are willing to help build it with a wave of their hands.
In the early days, we were short of manpower and needed help from Southern Paradise.
But it's less necessary now.
But it also has a certain effect.
In addition, after all they had agreed, Third Uncle and Li Yu did not intend to kick out the Southern Paradise.
"Hello, Minister."
As Uncle San walked along the wall of the trading market, people kept saying hello to him.
"Um."
Outside the trading market wall, there are still ashes left on the ground where the zombies were burned by oil.
The layers are very thick, and the thickest part is near the wall, reaching a height of two to three meters.
Lao Yi and Dongtai were both watching here, staring intently at the place illuminated by the searchlight.
The searchlight's irradiation distance is limited, and in the darkness, it is accompanied by the roar of zombies.
A group of zombies appeared one after another.
The thunderstorm disaster has just passed this morning, and many zombies have not left too far.
The trading market is very popular, and these zombies come back at night.
These zombies are slowly approaching, and their number is unclear.
But it is obviously not as thrilling as the previous thunderstorm natural disasters, far from it.
These zombies slowly approached and gathered under the wall.
No heavy rain, no stacking.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, an extremely agile zombie appeared in the zombie wave.
"Minister, I found a wall-climbing zombie here!"
Old Yi's voice came from the third uncle's walkie-talkie.
"Okay, I'll be right over."
The third uncle hurried to the east wall, even though the Da Zhangshu Base had already tested that ultraviolet lamps were fatal to wall-climbing zombies.
He also tested ultraviolet lamps on wall-climbing zombies in Oil City.
But I haven’t actually tried it on the wall yet.
The wall-climbing zombie was not conspicuous among the zombies.
But when I came to the edge of the wall, the moment I climbed up the wall became extremely prominent.
There are only moving blades and straight walls on the fence.
This zombie appeared on the wall very unexpectedly.
"Listen carefully, don't shoot." Lao Yi warned the surrounding combatants.
He also wanted to see how the wall-climbing zombie could climb up and whether he could seal it by moving the gate knife.
Zombies have no intelligence, and wall-climbing zombies are no exception.
This zombie was very fast and climbed to a height of three to four meters in the blink of an eye.
Four or five meters.
Like a spider, it keeps climbing up.
Showing a zigzag crawl.
Just when the zombie was about to climb to the moving gate knife, the third uncle trotted over.
This zombie seemed to sense the dangerous aura, but it had no intelligence after all. It just relied on instinct to feel that something was not right. After staying for a brief second, it continued to crawl up.
Speed up!
Clang!
The mobile knife was still operating, cutting off the zombie's legs in an instant.
One of the legs was cut off and fell to the ground.
Its upper body had passed through the moving knife, but its legs were severed and the force of the knife cut across it, making it unable to stabilize its body.
Hang in the air, fall.
Clang!
The body that was originally above the knife was cut off by the moving knife the moment it fell.
It was cut directly to the head.
It fell to the ground and was eaten by other zombies on the ground.
The third uncle saw this scene with his own eyes.
Squinting his eyes, although the zombie failed, looking at the situation just now, if the zombie had been faster, it might have penetrated the gap between the moving knives.
It's not very safe.
We have to ask the headquarters base to send someone over to adjust the movable knife to speed up its operation. Moreover, one layer of movable knife is not safe, and at least two layers are required.
Although on a night when it is not raining, once a wall-climbing zombie climbs up, it will be easily seen by combatants.
But what if it rains?
Moreover, it is definitely not safe to rely solely on manpower to protect the wall. After all, people will always be tired and dazzled.
Nor can we send a thousand people to watch on the wall like we do now.
With a thousand combatants guarding it, it is considered a saturated guard.
These two days are fine.
After the zombie died, the third uncle remembered that the ultraviolet lamp was not used.
The third uncle walked to Lao Yi and asked, "Why didn't you use the ultraviolet light just now?"
Lao Yi said awkwardly: "I was about to turn it on, but the zombie climbed the wall too fast and was killed by the moving knife in one fell swoop."
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I have no choice but to continue waiting.
Half an hour later, another wall-climbing zombie appeared.
Lao Yi moved much faster this time and turned on the three high-power ultraviolet lamps that he had prepared long ago.
These three ultraviolet lamps are the largest ones they have collected from Oil City and Southern Paradise.
After these UV lamps are turned on.
Within a few dozen meters from the wall, there is a purple-blue sky.
The wall-climbing zombie that had just arrived under the wall touched the ultraviolet light with its body and quickly fled towards the zombie wave.
When the third uncle saw this zombie running away in a hurry, the corners of his mouth raised slightly. It seemed that the ultraviolet light was very good for this kind of wall-climbing zombie.
The wall-climbing zombie has an extremely flexible body and is smaller than the other zombies.
Under the cover of many zombies' ultraviolet lights, this zombie was like a drop of water falling into the sea, blending into the zombie tide.
"Minister, it ran away..." Before Lao Yi could say anything, he heard a gunshot.
boom!
The third uncle put down his pistol.
Eight or nine meters away from the wall, two zombies were seen with bullets piercing their heads. One of them was the wall-climbing zombie.
Lao Yi watched in shock as the two zombies were surrounded by other zombies and eating them.
How can this be hit?
Is it reasonable?
However, he realized that this was the shot fired by the minister, and everything became extremely reasonable again.
The third uncle put the gun back into the gun bag on his thigh, "Brothers, please keep an eye on it and don't let go of any wall-climbing zombies."
Compared to the large number of ordinary zombies, the proportion of wall-climbing zombies is extremely low.
However, each wall-climbing zombie may pose a huge threat. Killing one more wall-climbing zombie can reduce one more threat.
"Yes." Lao Yi nodded seriously.
The third uncle came to the wall to do these tests, and the tests have been completed.
There is no need for him to stay here.
There may be wall-climbing zombies in the future, but with so many people like Lao Yi watching, there won't be any problems.
Afterwards, the third uncle returned to the trading market.
The moon and stars are sparse.
A full moon passed through the dark clouds, hung high in the sky, and shone brightly on the earth.
Soft white light, quiet.
The third uncle thought about what he had to do next, and then lay on the bed to rest.
The intercom is on and placed on the table.
Once there is a voice on the intercom, he can wake up immediately and respond.
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Wuyuan Mountain.
As the thunderstorm disaster passed, Ma Laoliu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This place is equivalent to the boss's outpost, attracting most of the zombies heading west.
Most of the main roads heading west are blocked, leaving only this road.
Moreover, there are more people on his side. When a heavy rain comes, most of the nearby zombies will come here.
"Have the losses been calculated?" Ma Laoliu's hair was messy and his condition was not very good.
The big horse monkey glanced at Jin Kui, then looked at the boss above.
"Half of the ammunition inventory was consumed...the number of battle casualties reached 1,345."
"half!?"
Ma Laoliu was not surprised by the number of casualties. On the contrary, he was heartbroken by the consumption of ammunition.
In today's apocalyptic world, bullets and cannonballs are so precious.
Most of the time it is used as a deterrent and is rarely used.
In fact, most of the survivors in the apocalypse use cold weapons.
Ma Laoliu is also unable to produce bullets and cannonballs.
Without guns and bullets, he has no way to deter the humans under his control.
After thinking for a while, he said: "Next time the boss sends a special envoy, remember to remind me to ask them for ammunition."
"Yes." Jin Kui and Da Mahou nodded.
"But, boss, will they give it to us again? Last time I said it was the last time." Jin Kui added another sentence.
boom!
Ma Laoliu slammed the table and said angrily:
"How can you let a horse run without giving it grass to eat?"
"We helped them resist the zombies marching westward. We did so many things for them. We worked so hard for them and didn't give them any benefit. Are they really treating us like cattle and horses?"
"And there is no ammunition. How can we control these survivors and stop the tide of zombies? For their own benefit, they have to give it to us!"
Neither Jin Kui nor Dama Hou expected their boss to be so excited.
