Once the painting style changed, the depressing atmosphere dissipated instantly.
After activating the time travel, Zhu Tian appeared directly on Coconut Island.
After checking his cell phone as usual and confirming that there was no caller ID, Zhu Tian walked towards the beach.
The two engineering robots were still busy in front of the construction site. After taking out the flatbed to check the progress of the project, Zhu Tian did not disturb them anymore and went straight to his speedboat. He took out the spare oil barrel and filled the tank with oil. He became proficient.
He started the speedboat and headed towards Koro Island.
It was already dark at this time, and only scattered lights could be seen in the direction of the city.
After getting off the boat, Zhu Tian did not return to the villa immediately. Instead, he drove to a gas station near the southern end of Koro Island.
Parking the car next to the self-service gas station, Zhu Tian tapped the horn twice.
Soon, the employee on duty at the gas station came over.
I saw the white man in work clothes rubbing his eyes and lazily walking out. It looked like he was taking a nap just now.
Most of the British residents living in Palau are bilingual. Glancing at Zhu Tian who was sitting in the car, Colbert yawned, put his hands on the roof of the car, and asked impatiently in Chinese.
"How much more?"
"Add as much as you have."
Hearing this, Colbert was obviously stunned for a moment, and reached out to touch the stubble on his face.
"How many?"
Zhu Tian didn't talk nonsense to him, and directly took out a small stack of U.S. dollars and slapped them on the platform: "2,000 U.S. dollars, prepare a few oil drums for me."
In order to prepare for emergencies, he usually puts millions of cash in the storage space.
$2000?!
Colbert woke up immediately. He didn't move, but he gave Zhu Tian a wary look.
"$2,000? Why did you buy so much gasoline?"
I can't bear to ask him a few more questions. The security situation in Palau has been a bit unstable recently. As a result, everyone is in danger now. If this gasoline is sold from him, others will use it to start a business.
If a terrorist attack comes, there is no guarantee that it will be traced to him.
Although the more oil he sells, the higher the commission he will get at the end of the month, he doesn’t dare to sell this oil!
Sighing, Zhu Tian took out a presidential palace pass from his pocket and put it in front of his eyes.
"Asking too much won't do you any good, man."
After receiving the presidential palace pass, Colbert's doubts instantly dissipated. Being able to enter and leave the Palau presidential palace freely, he probably wasn't a terrorist. He was probably working for the president.
"The oil drums are in the warehouse, please wait a moment." Returning the pass to Zhu Tian, Colbert turned and walked towards the gas station warehouse.
"Wait a minute, is there a truck at this gas station?" Zhu Tian stuck his head out of the car window and stopped him.
Colbert shook his head: "No, but the pickup truck I drive for work is over there."
"Okay, what's your name?"
Colbert was stunned for a moment.
"Colbert. What's wrong?"
"Mr. Corbett, do you want to make 1,000 US dollars?" Zhu Tian put his hand into his pocket, took out another stack of US dollars and put it on the platform, looking at him with a smile and said...
Because there is no National Development and Reform Commission and national conditions, and is commonly known as a big country, Palau’s oil prices are still international. As the international crude oil market fell below 30 US dollars per barrel, 91# gasoline also fell below 1.3 US dollars per gallon. When converted into liters, it is also
That’s $0.34 per liter.
Calculating it this way, 2000
How much gasoline can a dollar buy?
A full 5882.4 liters!
Based on the calculation of 159 liters per barrel of oil, these 2,000 US dollars can buy a full 37 barrels of gasoline! It took almost rummaging through the gas station's warehouse before Corbett found enough oil barrels.
I believe that with this batch of gasoline, it should be enough for the zombies surrounding the walls of the Ming Dynasty survivor base to drink a bottle.
With the huge tip, Colbert naturally worked hard. He hummingly put the empty oil drum on the tow box of his pickup truck, then unscrewed the oil nozzle and started filling it with oil.
For a tip of US$1,000, you only need to transport these barrels of oil to the door of Daming Trading's warehouse. Where can you find such a cheap job?
After several trips back and forth, the 37 oil barrels were finally transported to the warehouse of Daming Trading.
Passing the tip to his hand, Zhu Tian once again told him, "Keep everything that happened today in your stomach." Seeing him swearing and patting his chest to confirm, Zhu Tian patted him.
He asked him to prepare more oil barrels at the gas station next time, and then signaled that he could leave.
After seeing Colbert drive away, Zhu Tian returned to the warehouse and closed the door.
He threw all the gasoline into the storage space, and then he traveled back to the end of the world.
As soon as he arrived at the end of the world, he heard the incessant gunshots coming from the distance.
After placing the gasoline in the warehouse in the backyard, Zhu Tian found Wang Qing and ordered her to drag the gasoline into the warehouse.
It was no surprise that the marshal often transported supplies to the backyard without anyone noticing. Wang Qing didn't ask any questions and immediately ordered the staff of the logistics department to drive a trailer and carefully load these flammable and explosive materials into the truck.
, and then pulled it into a separate warehouse for storage.
After boarding the command tower, Zhu Tian saw Wu Yuan with a solemn face.
"What's going on now?"
"Forty percent of the fuel reserves in the base have been consumed. The production rate of fuel cannot keep up with the consumption. Moreover, the reserves of Damu Resin are only enough to produce 30 barrels of fuel at most. The fuel at Tianyuan Base is only just enough. It is not enough at all.
If we can't even out the extra fuel to support us, if we continue like this, I'm afraid we won't be able to clear out the corpses of the zombies in three days." Wu Yuan said with difficulty.
Seeing the expression on Wu Yuan's face, Zhu Tian smiled and said.
"I've solved the gasoline problem."
Thinking that only more than 6 hours had passed, Zhu Tian would not be able to get a lot of gasoline no matter what, so Wu Yuan smiled bitterly and said: "One or two barrels of gasoline will not solve the problem at all. There is not much grease in the zombie body.
, it would take almost 300 liters of gasoline to ignite a corpse under a wall, and the base now has four walls..."
"Is 37 barrels of gasoline enough?" Zhu Tian said with a smile.
How many?
37 barrels!
Finally reacting, Wu Yuan looked at Zhu Tian with wide eyes: "37 barrels?! How many liters does it hold?"
"159 liters, it has been put into the warehouse."
"159 liters, a total of... 5883 liters! Hahaha! Great!" Overjoyed, Wu Yuan punched the table hard, then raised his hand and pressed on the headset: "Attention, corpse burning team
, prepare to go to the warehouse to get fuel. Burn the hell for me!"
"receive."
After ending the communication, Wu Yuan realized the gaffe he had just made and couldn't help but chuckle and scratch the back of his head.
However, Zhu Tian did not pay attention to these details. He smiled and continued: "Don't worry about the fuel. I will get another batch over in a few days. Be sure to guard the wall.
Don’t worry about me, understand?”
"Understood!" Wu Yuan stood at attention with high spirits and made a military salute.
The 37 barrels brought by Zhu Tian undoubtedly solved the urgent need of the base. As for how he got it, who cares? As a qualified subordinate, he only needs to complete the tasks assigned to him step by step.
Just the task!
Night fighting is very detrimental to the survivors. Not only will the soldiers' vision be hindered, but it will also accelerate combat fatigue. Although night vision devices exist, it is impossible for more than 2,000 soldiers to have one. Takehara adopted
The strategy is still physical lighting.
Every once in a while, the mortar will fire several lingering flares into the sky, lighting up the sky above the battlefield with that bright red light. Although it will not make the battlefield as bright as daytime, it will provide a field of vision for soldiers aiming and shooting.
But it's enough.
On the other hand, for the zombies, night has given them many advantages.
Completely freed from the shackles of the sun, the zombies became as fierce as if they had taken drugs. Not only were the speeds of ordinary zombies much faster than during the day, but the arm strength of the slingers mixed in the zombies had also increased a lot, and each of them was exerting all their strength to attack.
The base "lost its son". The exploding larvae zombies really caused a lot of trouble to the soldiers on the wall. One stretcher after another was carried out, making everyone's heart suppressed by a thick haze.
The pouring of gasoline every six hours is the only chance for the soldiers who stick to the wall to get a breather. Only the sea of fire can make the zombies instinctively awe and stop attacking the settlement.
However, when the fire dissipates, the tide-like offensive will continue.
As the commander of the Second Corps, Wu Yuan barely slept a wink all night. He only lay down on the sofa and took a nap twice when he poured gasoline to burn the corpses.
Zhu Tian took Li Xinran back to the villa at 12 o'clock. Although Li Xinran wanted to do what he could to protect the base, Zhu Tian would not allow her to fight when she was tired.
But when it comes to Li Xinran, Zhu Tian initially didn't care about how much impact one person could have on the battle situation. It wasn't until later that he discovered that her contribution was indeed not small. With her frighteningly accurate marksmanship, many slingers had not had time to throw out the larvae in their hands.
, and her head was blown off with a sniper rifle shot.
In the past 6 hours, more than 200 projectiles were killed by her gun! While boosting morale, the pressure on the east wall, where the zombie attack was the fiercest, also eased a lot.
After all, for now, the biggest threat to the soldiers on the wall is the projectiles.
Early the next morning, the zombie offensive paused slightly.
Even in the tide of alien species, the activity density of zombies is not absolutely uniform. Often after a wave of zombies ends, there will be a longer or shorter vacuum period. Until new zombies wander into this area, the base is safe.
Standing on the wall and looking out, the scene outside is really spectacular.
The wall was burnt black, and the charcoal residue and ashes on the ground looked black and white, exuding a disgusting burnt smell. The gasoline burned an open space of seven to eight meters outside the wall, and there were still corpses outside of it.
Mountain bones and sea.
The remains of the zombies began to emit a stench, and the tissues that were originally maintained by bacteria began to decay gradually. Mosquitoes and flies surrounded the rotting pile of dead people. The flies as big as a basin and the mosquitoes as long as thighs looked unbearable.
Makes one's scalp numb.
Occasionally, two or three zombies wandered toward the wall with dull eyes, and were shot down among the piles of corpses by sporadic gunshots.
"Is this the end?" Standing on the wall, Zhu Tian asked Li Xinran beside him.
"It's just the beginning." With the Sirius star hanging on his chest, Li Xinran sighed.
Has it just begun? Zhu Tian stared at the increasing number of mosquitoes and flies not far away.