Chapter 1331 Fight to the Death!

Oil City.

In the trading market,

In several houses in the north, there are a total of two thousand survivors.

This is the first batch of volunteers willing to go up the wall to stop the zombies.

Building No. 5, North District.

"Gu Long, my quota is full, how is yours?"

Gu Long heard Xiao Jun's voice on the intercom and quickly looked at the leftmost part of the book, which said 665 people.

"There is one last quota."

After saying that, he shouted to the fighters at the door: "Let one more in, the last one, let everyone else go, it's full."

"Okay." The fighters at the door let the person in the front in.

The man heard the conversation between Gu Long and the others and was very glad that he caught up with the last one.

However, this made many survivors in the queue behind unhappy, especially the second one.

"One more is not too much, let me go in too." He was about to force his way in.

The fighters stopped him and put the muzzle of the gun against his chest.

"Back off, did you hear me?"

As the news spread, the survivors who were queuing up behind were also unhappy. They had been queuing for dozens of minutes, and in the rain.

Now there are no more! ?

They swarmed over.

Bang!

The combatants fired a shot into the sky.

Then they drew a line outside the door, "Anyone who crosses this line will be killed!"

The survivors looked at these murderous combatants and their heads calmed down instantly.

But they still didn't want to leave here, thinking about whether there was a chance to fill the gap.

In the rain, the bustling crowd surrounded Buildings 3, 4 and 5 and were unwilling to leave.

Gu Long closed the book and said to the last person:

"Go in."

After that, he walked out of the door and saw the dense crowd outside. He frowned and asked: "Why don't they leave? Didn't we say that the recruitment is full?"

The combat personnel quickly explained: "I have told them, but they still don't leave. Then I will drive them away?"

Gu Long sighed when he saw the survivors in the rain.

So he shouted loudly:

"You go back first. This is only the first batch. There will be more recruitment later. It's useless for you to wait here now. Go back first."

Someone in the crowd asked: "When will the recruitment be continued? How long will it take?"

"About five hours later, everything will be subject to notification. Go back to your respective residences quickly and don't block the road." Gu Long said again.

Under Gu Long's persuasion, these survivors dispersed sparsely.

But there are still a few people who are unwilling to give up and stay outside.

Time flows.

Half an hour passed in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Shi resisted his hunger and kept half of the tortilla in his arms.

Originally, he wanted to keep the whole one, but he was so hungry that he couldn't help it.

"This half must not be eaten. I can take it back to my uncle after the battle is over." He secretly reminded himself that he must not touch the half tortilla in his arms again.

"Everyone get up."

Dongfeng passed by the aisle, "Everyone get up, go outside to gather, prepare to go to the wall to block the zombies, get up quickly, quickly!"

Hearing Dongfeng's voice, Zhang Shi got up from the ground.

After eating one and a half tortillas, he was in much better condition at this time.

In the same room, there were more than 20 people besides him.

"Young man, take care of each other when you go up, my name is Wang Dao." A middle-aged man sitting next to Zhang Shi came over and said with a smile.

Zhang Shi glanced at him and nodded slightly: "Yeah."

He saw this Wang Dao when he came in, but he didn't like Wang Dao's face very much, which gave him a cunning feeling.

Hearing Zhang Shi's somewhat indifferent answer, Wang Dao was not angry, but said:

"You left the remaining half of the cake for your family, right?"

Hearing Wang Dao say this, Zhang Shi immediately stood up and looked at him with some vigilance.

"Little brother, don't be nervous, I just think you are fine. I don't know whether you will live or die on the wall. More friends and more care. If we take care of each other, we can have more chances to survive." Wang Dao hurriedly explained.

Seeing that Zhang Shi didn't seem to believe it, Wang Dao sighed and continued:

"Actually, I am also scared, but I have to sign up."

He took out a whole tortilla from his chest, and the tortilla was wrapped in a cloth strip.

"Little brother, if I die, please help me take this tortilla to Building 9 in the West District, the 13th room from the left to the right, and give it to a woman named Xu Qianqian"

"She is probably in her forties, about 1.65 meters tall, with a teardrop mole under her left eye. If I die, please help me give the tortilla to her, okay?"

Zhang Shi looked at him in surprise when he heard him say that. He didn't expect that this man who didn't look like a good person would actually be sentimental.

"Who is she to you?"

"My wife."

"Brother, I think you are the most trustworthy person in this room, so are you willing to help me?"

"Why me?" Zhang Shi asked.

Wang Dao leaned in and whispered, "Because you are the only one who left the food. There are only two reasons for leaving the food: one is to save it for others to eat, and the other is to keep it for yourself."

"In addition, you are relatively young."

Zhang Shi looked at Wang Dao carefully. Wang Dao's words completely changed his impression of Wang Dao.

"Okay, I promise you, West District Building No. 9, Room 13, the woman with a tear mole is called Xu Qianqian, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes, thank you, brother, I don't know what your name is?"

Tap tap tap --

A sound of footsteps sounded.

"Hurry up, hurry up, everyone gather outside." Dongfeng walked around and came back to see that they were still here, and scolded loudly.

"Hurry up! What are you standing there for!"

Zhang Shi and Wang Dao hurried outside.

Walking from the house to the open space outside, when they came out, there were already hundreds of people standing outside.

"Line up, don't run around, those who arrive later, line up at the back!"

Xiao Jun shouted to the crowd with a loudspeaker.

The volunteers in Buildings 3, 4 and 5 gathered here at this time.

Zhang Shi and Wang Dao stood in the same row.

The heavy rain never stopped, soaking their already wet clothes thoroughly.

Several large trucks drove over in the distance.

The lights were shining, making Zhang Shi, who was standing at the rightmost edge of the team, a little dizzy.

Crack--

Several large trucks stopped next to the volunteer team.

Xie Changshan got off the car, looked among the crowd, and saw Xiao Jun at the front. Just as he was about to go over there, he stopped again.

He went to the truck compartment, pulled out the longest steel pipe, and then said to Zhang Rufeng and others beside him: "You guys, take down the 4-meter and 2-meter steel pipe spears."

"Yes."

The three of them walked towards Xiao Jun with steel pipes of different lengths.

"Captain Xiao."

Xie Changshan shouted to Xiao Jun from a distance:

"Look at this weapon, what do you think!"

Xiao Jun, who was speaking, heard someone calling him, put down the horn, and saw that it was Xie Changshan, so he walked over.

"Come, take a look." Xie Changshan handed over the 5.5-meter-long steel pipe in his hand.

Xiao Jun took it and found it unexpectedly light.

The diameter of this steel pipe is about seven or eight centimeters, just enough for the palm to hold steadily, not too thin or too thick.

At the same time, he noticed that at the bottom of the steel pipe, there was a gun tip made of round steel, which had some weight.

Imagine standing on the wall, with the gun tip naturally pointing downward, it is also easier to operate.

"How much is this gun?" Xiao Jun raised the gun and waved it twice, feeling quite relaxed.

"9.9 jin, less than 10 jin. The heaviest part is the gun head, which is about one jin."

"Not bad."

"Come on, Captain Xiao, try these two specifications of the gun. The minister said that we can make more specifications to adapt to different situations."

Xiao Jun put down the longest gun, and then picked up the 4-meter and 2-meter guns to test them. It was obviously much lighter.

"The 4-meter one is about 7 jin, and the 2-meter one is about 3 jin."

"Very good, give it to those volunteers." Xiao Jun nodded with satisfaction and returned the gun to Li Changshan.

"Okay."

After testing the spear, Xiao Jun continued to pick up the loudspeaker and shouted to the first batch of volunteers:

"Did you understand what I just said?"

"Don't retreat without orders, and those who retreat will be killed! Never let a zombie climb the wall! Eight hours, I need you to hold on for eight hours! Do you understand?"

"Understood."

The voices were sparse.

Xiao Jun did not cheer them up again, after all, it was meaningless.

As these volunteers went up, the number of armed guards on the wall increased instead of decreasing.

Because once the oil array is closed, the zombies piled on the wall will reach a terrifying number, and they don't know how effective these volunteers will be in blocking.

So for the sake of safety, they still need to send more armed guards to ensure that the wall will never be conquered by zombies.

In addition to this layer of insurance, they also arranged some people about ten meters away from the wall in the trading market. In case the zombies broke through the wall and fell down, they could prevent these zombies from spreading.

In addition, if they can't hold on, they can reopen the oil array.

Suppress the zombie tide again.

Ten minutes later, all the volunteers were given long spears.

"You take the lead as the first team on the east wall."

"You, as the second team."

"Follow the order, line up on the wall, don't mess around, don't run!"

Under Xiao Jun's arrangement, the two thousand volunteers were divided into four large teams, forty teams, each team had fifty people, and walked towards the four directions of the trading market, southeast, northwest, and northeast.

The trading market as a whole is more square, with almost the same length and width.

Zhang Shi was assigned to the 29th team in the southern area. Wang Dao was originally assigned to another team, but he just switched with someone and is still a team now.

And Zhang Shi is also the captain of this team, and Wang Dao followed him.

The group followed Jiuge to the bottom of the wall.

In order to prevent them from escaping, some people were also arranged to watch them.

The closer they got to the wall, the louder the zombies' roars became. The roars were like mountains and seas, which made people tremble with fear.

Zhang Shi clenched the spear in his hand, and two strips of cloth were wrapped around the tail of the spear.

It was raining heavily, and the steel pipes were easy to slip when wet.

The purpose of the cloth strip is to prevent slipping.

When they walked onto the wall, the fire outside the wall was much dimmer.

Mingsheng and Ma Dong watched these people come up and arranged fixed positions for them.

There was a commotion.

Zhang Shi placed his spear horizontally on the parapet, with the tip of the spear facing outward.

He looked at the zombie tide in front of him, covering the sky and the sun.

Wherever he looked, there were zombies. In the rain, the gradually dimming firelight shone on his face.

His expression was solemn. The situation on the wall was much more serious than he had imagined.

The number of zombies outside was also much more than he expected.

Since the outbreak of the apocalypse, he had never seen so many zombies. This was enough to make people lose their will to resist.

His hands trembled slightly.

He no longer had the confidence he had just now, and he no longer had the confidence to guarantee his survival.

With so many zombies attacking, he had to hold on for eight hours. He felt a little uncomfortable. It would be difficult to survive.

He looked at Wang Dao next to him, and Wang Dao's expression was the same as his, terrified.

He took a step back, walked to Wang Dao's side, and said in a muffled tone:

"My name is Zhang Shi."

"Building 4, South District, the corridor of the third room, my uncle is sitting in the corridor, his name is Liu Beidou, he is an old man with white hair."

"If I die, please help me bring this half of the tortilla on my chest to him, so that it will not be in vain."

"Thank you."

It sounded like he was telling his last wishes.

Because facing so many zombies, no one dared to have 100% confidence to retreat unscathed.

Being bitten by this zombie is basically a death sentence!

After hearing what he said, Wang Dao just nodded quietly.

"Okay."

This is not an exception on the wall of the trading market. There are also many people who are familiar with each other. They ask each other to take back the little remaining food if they die.

This is a fight for life, and food in exchange for life.

There is no way to retreat, only to fight.

Whether it is life or death, only God knows.

Tap tap tap——

A group of people suddenly came to the wall, led by Lao Xie and Wu Jianguo.

They brought more than 200 combatants, plus the original more than 100 people, now there are nearly 400 combatants, plus Tang Ji and Wu Xing and others sent by Tiger Lord, the number of armed guards has reached more than 1,000.

Their presence can ensure that even if the volunteers can't hold on, they can still control the zombie tide with hot weapons in the back.

The wall of the trading market is a lifeline, involving the lives of more than 100,000 people in the trading market, so there can be no problems.

"The west wall is ready."

"The east wall is ready."

"The south wall is ready."

"The north wall is ready."

After hearing the news from the people in charge of the walls, Old Xie, who was standing on the main gate sentry tower, picked up the intercom and said, "Okay, get ready for battle!"

A gust of wind and rain blew away the few remaining long hairs on Old Xie's head.

Old Xie stretched out his right hand and stroked it, maintaining his dignity as not being bald.

Looking at the oil array, the flames gradually weakened.

"Turn on the searchlight!" Old Xie ordered.

After the oil array was turned on, there was enough light, so there was no need to waste electricity to turn on the searchlight for illumination.

Clang, lang, lang!

Dozens of extremely powerful searchlights were turned on at the same time.

Under the illumination of the searchlight, the zombies outside the wall were clearer.

Time passed.

Twenty minutes later, the oil on the oil array was almost gone, leaving only the remaining small flames, swaying in the rain.

The zombies behind rushed over violently. Without the obstruction of the oil array, the zombies soon arrived at the bottom of the trading market.

There were too many zombies, and they piled up very quickly.

In ten minutes, they piled up more than the mobile gate.

Clang clang clang!

The mobile gate operated frantically, cutting the zombies, and the corpses flew everywhere.

But there were too many zombies. The zombies that were trying to snatch the corpses of their own kind and the zombies that rushed towards the wall were all mixed together.

In the end, the zombies that came in from behind had the upper hand.

The mobile gate of the trading market was originally a simplified version. After all, time was limited at that time, so it could only do this.

The original crisp sound of the gate gradually became dull.

The terrifying zombie tide submerged the mobile gate, and the zombies piled up.

The mobile gate was very tough. It was still working in this situation, but the speed slowed down.

The zombie tide piled up and exceeded the mobile gate.

And it was still piling up.

The rain kept falling, and the zombies roared, resounding through the world.

Countless pairs of hideous faces, with sharp teeth protruding, roaring and piling up frantically.

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