Chapter 1330 Fighting

Heavy rain poured down.

The heavy rain poured down on the earth for more than 20 days, turning many low-lying areas into lakes.

The wind was gentle, and the raindrops as big as beans formed a line, hitting the broken buildings and the big trees that stood stubbornly.

In the south of Jigong Mountain, a city covering a large area stood in the heavy rain.

The city was surrounded by a circle of blazing fire, and the sky turned orange-red.

As time passed, the fire gradually dimmed.

On the wall, Ma Dong, who was on duty to guard the wall, took a few steps back and looked at the trading market behind.

"Have you received the notice just now? When will those survivors come up to support?"

Mingsheng shook his head and said:

'I don't know, but don't worry, this oil array can still burn for three hours. ’

“How do you know?”

Mingsheng pursed his lips and replied: “Dongfeng and the others who just changed shifts with us said so. They have been on duty here for two days and have experience.”

“Okay.”

Just at this moment.

Beep——

A long sound cut through the noisy rainy night.

Ju Tianrui sat in the broadcasting room and began to broadcast:

“Issuing a call now:

Due to the current situation, we are recruiting two thousand survivors to go to the wall of the trading market to block the zombies. Volunteers who participate will receive food. Volunteers who are willing to participate, please gather at Building 3, Building 4, and Building 5 in the North District now.”

Ju Tianrui repeated this message three times.

In the huge trading market, Ju Tianrui’s voice echoed in the broadcasts everywhere.

A building in the South District.

The crowd moved to the window and pricked up their ears to listen to the broadcast outside.

"What?!"

"The call-up order, if you go to the wall to resist the zombies, you can get food, I will definitely go!"

"Did you hear any requirements?"

"I don't think I heard it, never mind, let's go and take a look first."

After hearing the call-up order, the people in the building rushed out in a swarm.

A young man struggled to get up and said to an old man with white hair beside him: "Uncle, I'm going to try."

"No, don't go, I'll go!"

The old man lowered his head and tried his best to get up.

He supported himself on the ground with his right hand, turned over and arched his back, but he was too weak and his right hand couldn't stop shaking.

Sweat dripped down.

After all, he couldn't get up and fell to the ground.

He hadn't eaten anything for five days, and he was old, so he couldn't compare with young people.

The young man saw his uncle fall to the ground, sighed, squatted and helped the old man up.

The old man panted heavily. The struggle just now had really consumed a lot of his physical strength.

"Little boy, don't go. It's dangerous to face zombies directly on the wall. I'll go."

The old man spoke intermittently, his face pale.

The young man was very tall, but he was a little thin and unrecognizable due to hunger these days. He looked like a bamboo pole.

He sighed and said to the old man:

"Uncle, you are so hungry that you can't even stand up. I'll go!"

As he said that, he turned around and was about to leave the room.

"Stop!"

A loud shout stopped the young man.

"Cough cough cough."

The old man shouted those three words with all his strength, causing him to cough violently.

He fell to the ground while coughing and covered his chest.

Seeing him like this, the young man walked over helplessly and helped his uncle up again.

"I promised your mother that I would keep you alive. You, cough cough cough, can't go and die."

"How can you die?"

The young man continued:

"I'm just going to stop the zombies. Uncle, don't you see so many people going? If I don't go, it will be over. There will be no quota later."

"Besides."

"We have been hungry for so many days. If we don't eat something, we will really starve to death. It's death anyway. Why not give it a try and wait for me to come back."

"Uncle, you sit here. I'm leaving."

The young man stood up again and left the room without looking back.

The old man covered his aching chest. The violent coughing just now made his lungs uncomfortable.

He wanted to call the young man, but he couldn't say anything.

He could only watch the young man leave his sight helplessly.

After Zhang Shi walked out of the room, the heavy rain instantly wet his clothes.

He shivered because he was already weak.

"Get out of the way!" Several people rushed over from the left and ran towards the north district.

Zhang Shi quickly got out of the way, took a deep breath, and followed.

He had to volunteer to stop the zombies, otherwise there would be no point in coming out.

Moreover, he and his uncle would starve to death!

In order to stay alive, he didn't care about any big risks.

He took heavy steps and ran towards the North District at the fastest speed.

Along the way, he met survivors like him, all running towards the North District.

Among them were old people, women, but most were adult men.

They crowded towards that place.

When he arrived at the North District, he found that Buildings 3, 4 and 5 were already overcrowded.

People crowded together.

Looking at this situation, there must be more than 2,000 people.

With his height of 1.89 meters, he could see the situation farther away.

He found that on the right side of Building 5, there were fewer people and a small gap that could be squeezed in.

So he quickly changed his target and ran towards Building 5.

He rushed to the right side of the door of Building 5 and squeezed past the wall.

There was a table inside Building 5.

Gu Long sat behind the table and registered names.

There were seven or eight fighters holding guns next to them, holding off the people pouring in.

"Don't get close, everyone, step back! Line up!"

"Name."

"Xie Wang."

Gu Long glanced at the middle-aged man in front of him, "Walk two circles."

The middle-aged man quickly turned around twice.

"Okay, go to the side to get food, then rest for an hour in the back, and go to the wall to block the zombies after an hour. We will distribute weapons to you then."

"Thank you." The man raised his hand excitedly.

Then he quickly crossed the hall and came to the room at the back.

Zhang Shi wanted to squeeze through, but was pushed back by the person in front.

"Don't squeeze!"

Zhang Shi stood on tiptoe and looked towards Gu Long inside.

He was extremely anxious, and he had to join in.

The people behind him were still squeezing forward, and his body moved forward with him.

Gu Long saw the crowd slowly crowding in, frowned, and asked the combat personnel next to him to adjust the order.

"Step back, step back, or I'll shoot."

Several combat personnel holding guns forced the survivors to step back, all the way out of the house.

Then they guarded the door to prevent them from crowding in.

"Line up! You, you, you step back, line up."

Bang, bang, bang!

Gunshots!

The survivors calmed down a little, but it was a matter of life and death, so they were still very excited and the team was still a little messy.

When Zhang Shi was forced out by the gun, he was smart.

He seemed to fall back, but his body was moving forward, stepping back three steps and moving forward two steps.

This made him already in front of the team when the survivors exited the door.

"Next."

Gu Long's voice sounded inside, and the combatants let two more people in.

In the heavy rain, the survivors lined up in a long line at the back.

In the middle and back of the team, there were always people cutting in line and fighting.

But in the front, because several combatants were watching here, no one dared to cut in line.

Ten minutes later.

Zhang Shi finally came to the front. He felt like he was on a deserted island in a desperate situation. A rescue ship arrived. Seeing that there were not many places left, he stood by the ship waiting to get on.

Because he wasted some time chatting with his uncle, he didn't know how many places were left.

So only after he was completely in, he dared to let go.

"Next."

Hearing this voice, Zhang Shi felt like hearing the sound of nature. With the permission of the combat personnel, he rushed in quickly.

His heart was beating fast.

"Name."

"Zhang Shi."

"Turn around."

Zhang Shi quickly turned around twice. The purpose of turning around was to ensure that he had at least some combat effectiveness and was not disabled.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for these people to play a role on the wall.

Going up the wall of the trading market is to stop the zombies, which is extremely dangerous.

There are so many zombies. If your legs and feet are not flexible, you will die.

"Okay, go in and get the food and rest for a while."

"Next."

"Yes!"

Zhang Shi couldn't help but roared in a low voice.

Finally getting a place, he walked through the hall and then walked to the corridor.

The first room in the corridor was filled with piles of food, a table, and a person behind it.

Looking at Zhang Shi who had just come in, Dongfeng bent down and took out two tortillas from the food next to him.

"Two tortillas, you need to stick to the wall for 8 hours, look at some precautions written on the opposite side, read it yourself."

"Find a place to rest in the room inside, the food must be eaten, otherwise you will not have the strength to fight, don't run around, wait for orders here."

After Dongfeng finished speaking, he handed over the two tortillas.

"Thank you, thank you."

Zhang Shi looked at the soft tortillas, and it was still a little warm when he touched it.

Resisting his excitement, he turned around and asked:

"Can I send it to my family and come back after I'm done?"

"No, you can only go back after the battle. If you take the food away now, how can we find you? Stop talking nonsense, go in quickly, eat the food, rest and prepare for the battle." Dongfeng waved his hand and replied.

This was not the first time he was asked this question.

Although he could understand Zhang Shi's thoughts, how could he find someone if he ran away? There were tens of thousands of people in the trading market, and it was raining heavily, which was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

And it was a waste of time.

The most important thing was that the food had to be given to these people to ensure that they had the physical strength to fight.

Otherwise, if they ran up and were weak, they would have no fighting power at all, which would be a waste.

After hearing Dongfeng's words, Zhang Shi said helplessly: "Okay, thank you."

After that, he walked inside.

Smelling the fragrant corn tortilla in his hand, he swallowed his saliva.

He took a big bite without hesitation.

Ah!

It's delicious!

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