Chapter 1332 Human Life Is Like Grass, Zombies Are Like Tides (10,000 More Monthly Tickets Requested)

Chapter 1332 Human life is like grass, zombies are like tides (10,000 more monthly tickets~)

Roar, roar, roar!

The zombie tide that covered the sky and the sun, the roars were continuous.

Like thunder rolling in the sky.

In the distant mountains and forests, there are still endless zombies rushing.

The zombies all over the mountains and plains make people feel desperate.

Under the wall of the trading market, the zombie tide piled up very fast.

The zombies that have been soaked in the rain for almost a month have become very sensitive.

The zombies piled up into a mountain, and a certain number of zombies were needed to support them.

The stacked zombie tide increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The total height of the wall of the trading market is 21 meters.

The mobile gate was installed at a position of eight meters.

After the height of the zombie tide exceeded the mobile gate, it increased rapidly.

Ten meters.

Twelve meters.

Twenty minutes later, the zombies finally piled up to a height of fifteen or sixteen meters, reaching a height that the steel pipe could pierce.

Old Xie saw this scene on the wall, picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Fight back!"

Puff!

A volunteer held the spear tightly with both hands, aimed at the head of a zombie, and stabbed it hard.

Under the action of gravity and force, the zombie's head was stabbed.

With a strong pull.

The spear was instantly pulled out of the zombie's head, bringing out some black and white things.

At the same time.

The volunteers who were blocking the zombies on the wall were doing similar actions.

Zhang Shi had a cloth tied around his wrist, connected to the steel pipe he was holding.

The reason for tying the cloth was because it was raining heavily now, and the steel pipe was stained with rainwater, so when stabbing the zombies, it would prevent the hand from slipping and the spear from falling.

Puff!

Zhang Shi accurately hit the head of a zombie and pulled it hard.

After he pulled out his spear, he took a brief aim and quickly stabbed at another zombie.

There were too many zombies, and they took too long to stab the zombies.

Whoosh——

Wang Dao took two deep breaths, and looked at Zhang Shi who was killing vigorously next to him. He felt a little emotional. After all, young people have more endurance.

Under the efforts of two thousand volunteers, the stacked zombies stagnated.

The speed of the zombie stacking slowed down instantly.

"Ah! Help!"

After a volunteer stabbed the zombie's head with a spear, he was unfortunately stuck by the zombie's skull, and then he was pulled by several zombies next to him on the steel pipe and fell down.

The volunteer was pulled down by the zombie's great force. He squatted down, kicked his legs on the wall, and held on to keep his body from being dragged down.

The volunteers on both sides were still stabbing the zombies below, and they couldn't take care of it at all.

There were more and more zombies pulling the spears below, and the huge force pulled his body down, and he was about to collapse.

Seeing this, Jiuge behind him hurried over and pulled out a dagger from his thigh.

Swish!

Jiuge was quick-witted and pulled out the dagger to cut off the cloth strip on his wrist.

The spear was instantly dragged down by the zombies below.

Plop!

The survivor sat down on the wet water.

"Huff--"

He gasped for breath, his scalp was numb, as if his soul was pulled out.

He had never felt death so close to him.

If he was dragged down, he would probably be gnawed by the zombies below in a few seconds without leaving any bones.

Seeing his state, Jiuge frowned and said:

"I'll give you a new spear, cheer up."

Once you get on the wall, no matter how scared or terrified you are, you have to face the zombies.

When these survivors chose to sign up and receive food, they must fulfill this obligation.

This is a deal.

The man raised his head, his eyes still in shock.

But Jiuge had already taken a new spear from behind and put it in his hand.

"Be careful, get up."

The man gasped, he felt his legs were a little weak, gritted his teeth, and used the spear to support his body to stand up.

"Thank you."

He turned around and faced the zombies again, the fear in his eyes was still there, but there was a little more anger.

Zombies! I hate zombies the most!

Kill!

Time passed by.

The speed of the zombie stacking slowed down a lot, and it only increased by less than two meters in an hour.

The height of the zombie stack reached 17 meters.

Some volunteers replaced the four-meter spears on the wall behind.

Continue to stab the zombies!

Two more hours passed.

The height of the zombie stacking did not decrease but increased, which brought great pressure to the volunteers.

Although they tried their best, they still couldn't stop the zombie hill from growing taller.

After three hours of high-intensity combat, some volunteers were already unable to hold on.

"Help me!"

Swoosh!

The next second, another volunteer was dragged down by the zombies.

This was the fifth survivor to be dragged down by zombies.

Without exception, the spears were stuck in the zombies' skulls, and they were dragged down because they were exhausted.

The spearheads of the spears had actually been sharpened by Jie Changshan to be very sharp and round.

But after stabbing for a long time, the spearheads were inevitably worn out.

The chance of being stuck in the zombies' skulls was not high, but every time it was stuck, it was dangerous.

Old Xie frowned as he watched the zombies grow taller and picked up the intercom:

"Xiao Jun, how is the recruitment of the second batch of volunteers going?"

"Two thousand volunteers are not enough. So far, the height of the zombie tide is still increasing, and new reinforcements are needed."

These combatants are not just watching from behind. When some volunteers are in danger, they will also lend a helping hand.

Zizizizi--

After more than ten seconds.

Xiao Jun's answer came from the intercom.

"Captain Xie, I'm starting to recruit people. They'll be ready in about an hour. I've added 2,000 people this time. Should that be enough?"

"Almost. Ask Xie Changshan to get some more spears. Some of them are worn out here."

Old Xie thought for a moment and continued, "Forget it. Let him come up to the wall and take a look. I always feel that the spears need to be improved. Many volunteers have been dragged down. See if there's any way to solve this problem."

"Okay, I got it."

Puff!

A man with gray hair had blood oozing from his tiger's mouth and his hands were shaking.

For the past few hours, he had been stabbing down mechanically.

Not only did it consume a lot of physical strength, but it also made his hands and waist a little bit unbearable.

Every time he stabbed down, he had to use force on his waist, and his waist was sore from repeated stabbing.

After he stabbed down, he didn't dare to stop at all, and he pulled it out quickly.

He had summed up some techniques for using this spear to deal with zombies for the past few hours.

Fast, accurate and ruthless are the basic operations. The most important thing is to pull it out quickly. If you are slow, it will be easily stuck and pulled by the zombies below.

The second is to lean back and use the weight and acceleration of the spear itself to save more energy.

But even with these techniques, the high load for several hours still made his body overwhelmed.

Wheezing!

His breathing was like a blower, and every breath he took seemed to burn his lungs and throat.

Only the wet rain made him feel better.

He was really about to give up.

He took a step back and was about to fall to the ground.

But the next second, he saw the zombies piled up below climb up again.

Gritting his teeth, he held the spear tightly, and the spear trembled and pierced into the zombie's head.

Pull it out.

After this, he felt dizzy and couldn't resist anymore and fell to the ground.

The spear was also hung on the wall.

A fighter at the back sighed when he saw this scene.

He saw with his own eyes how the middle-aged man became weaker little by little, and he could see that he had indeed used up his last bit of strength.

He walked over and put his hand on the tip of his nose.

He was still breathing, so he carried him away and put him under the wall behind to rest.

The battle against zombies was cruel. After the middle-aged man rested, his empty position was shared by volunteers on both sides.

As time passed, more and more volunteers could not hold on and fell to the ground due to exhaustion.

Some volunteers who were not so lucky were dragged down by the zombies and died without a complete body.

An hour later, the zombies piled up to 18 meters, only three meters away from the wall.

Old Xie was a little anxious because the additional personnel sent by Xiao Jun had not arrived yet.

If the zombies were allowed to pile up further, it would probably not take long for the zombies to climb up the wall.

So he decisively ordered the armed guards on the wall to join the battle.

Bang!

Bang bang bang!

The gunshots were continuous and loud. The volunteers on the parapet heard them as if they were hearing the sound of nature.

Bullets are much more efficient in killing zombies than cold weapons.

Bullets are like fire dragons, accurately shooting at the heads of zombies.

The zombie tide that was about to climb up the wall was immediately blocked.

The speed of stacking was curbed, and it was also decreasing at a very fast speed.

Bang, bang, bang!

Zhang Shi looked at the fighters next to him and fired at the zombies.

The bullets penetrated the air, cut through the low rain in the sky, and shot a zombie in the head.

The zombie lost its support and rolled down weakly.

When rolling down, it hit the zombies that were also stacking up and climbing up, taking away two zombies.

These fighters are experienced. After so many years of actual combat operations, their shooting skills have reached a high level.

The hit rate reached more than 80%, and some even reached 90%.

One reason was that the distance was relatively close, and the other was that there were so many zombies below that they could hit them even with their eyes closed.

However, they had to hit the zombies' heads, otherwise it would be useless.

Although bullets could quickly kill zombies, the speed of their consumption was also amazing.

In just a few minutes, the height of the zombie pile dropped by two meters.

But almost every combatant had used up two magazines.

"Stop!" Old Xie quickly ordered everyone to stop shooting and retreat to the wall behind.

"All volunteers, take the lead."

With an order, the volunteers who had just rested for a few minutes took the lead again.

When people are exhausted, they continue to work at a high load, and even taking a breath for a minute can make people breathe.

With these few minutes of breathing time, the volunteers recovered some physical strength.

Continue fighting.

Ten minutes later.

Changsheng brought the second batch of volunteers up.

Wu Xing, Mingsheng and others on the wall quickly assigned these personnel to fill the gaps.

Especially in some places where there are more zombies, add a few more personnel.

With the addition of the second batch of volunteers, the speed of zombie stacking slowed down, reaching a delicate balance point, and the height of the zombie stacking did not increase or decrease.

"Why are you here so late?" Old Xie asked Changsheng who was running up in a hurry.

"It takes some time to recruit, and not every participant is eligible." Changsheng answered.

Old Xie did not continue to blame Changsheng and glanced at his watch.

Five and a half hours have passed since the first batch of volunteers were sent up.

According to the agreement, the first batch of sign personnel will be sent down in another two and a half hours.

Just now, nearly a hundred volunteers have died, and the mortality rate has reached 5%.

This mortality rate seems not low, but it is achieved under the situation of being high above the wall and having such obvious geographical advantages.

Moreover, the zombie tide has not yet piled up on the wall. If the zombie tide piles up on the wall, the mortality rate may be multiplied by ten.

More importantly, if the guards had not opened fire to stop the zombies, the zombies might have rushed up the wall.

Once the zombies rushed up the wall, it would be extremely terrifying and difficult to control the situation.

Therefore, it is imperative to eliminate the zombies under the wall.

"The time for the first batch of volunteers is almost up, you should go and recruit the third batch."

Old Xie squinted his eyes and continued:

"According to my current observation, at least 4,000 people are needed to completely stop the zombie tide from piling up."

"This is a balance point. I suggest that we recruit shifts according to this number later, so that we can ensure that the wall can be defended."

Hearing this, Changsheng lowered his head and calculated for a while, touched his nose and said:

"Eight hours a shift, 24 hours a day, that is three shifts, 4,000 people a shift, then 12,000 people are needed."

After hearing this number, Old Xie was also a little surprised.

This is not a small number.

Twelve thousand people, this is still a three-shift situation.

If we take into account some people who don't want to work anymore and the loss of death, we may need to prepare 15,000 people.

"Are there so many people who signed up?" asked Old Xie.

Changsheng coughed when he heard this question:

"Yes, there is another reason why I didn't come up so quickly just now. When I came here, I was stopped by many survivors. They all wanted to sign up."

"There are plenty of people."

Human life is like grass. For a little bit of food, they rushed to the surface to fight for their lives.

Most of the survivors in the trading market are at the bottom, and resource allocation has always followed the 28th rule.

Twenty percent of the people control eighty percent of the resources.

Old Xie sighed slightly when he heard him say that there were enough people.

Although he should have been relieved to say that there were enough people.

However, he also understood what this meant.

This means that many survivors are facing a food crisis.

But the people in their oil city can't do anything else. After all, food is limited, and they have to ensure their own supply.

Now that they can take out a part of the food, they are already helping these survivors.

It can be regarded as work-for-relief.

More than 12,000 people, and I don’t know how long their food reserves can last.

Old Xie’s eyes showed worry.

Food for oil.

He knew that it might not last too long.

Once they reach the critical point of endurance, they will probably stop the conscription mode.

But

Old Xie saw with his own eyes that these survivors fought desperately, some of them paid the price of their lives, just to get two tortillas, and he really wanted but couldn’t do anything.

Standing in the position of the survivors, it is undoubtedly sad.

But from the perspective of Oil City, you can't consider these. If you are soft-hearted, they will have to pay more real food.

The more food you pay, the shorter the time you can hold on. From the overall perspective, this is undoubtedly not feasible.

Once the wall can't hold on, it won't be these hundreds of people who will die, but tens of thousands!

You can't cause greater casualties for a small number of people.

He naturally understands this truth.

For this situation, he can only sigh.

Old Xie said to Changsheng:

"Okay, hurry up and recruit the third batch. I think after the third batch, we can also start recruiting the third batch. How about this, you relax the quota a little, 4,000 people per batch."

"How?"

Changsheng nodded and said, "I will report to Captain Xiao."

"By the way, just now Jie Changshan came down and said that there is a way to improve the spear. Did he tell you?"

"Yes, I know about it. You urge him."

"Okay."

Changsheng turned and left the watchtower.

The guards on the wall still need to stay here, at least for more than ten hours.

It is necessary to test volunteers to block zombies and find a suitable strategy to see how to stabilize the zombie tide.

When volunteers can stabilize the zombie tide by rotation, the guards can be reduced at that time.

After adding two thousand people to the wall, the pressure on the original volunteers was much less.

Many of them fainted from exhaustion, and some of the rest gritted their teeth and persisted.

Eight hours of high-load fighting in exchange for two tortillas.

These two tortillas are not enough for their physical consumption.

Some people made up their minds when fighting that they would never come up later.

But thinking about it carefully, they were reluctant.

After all, if you don’t eat, you will die. Now fighting here, you can get two more tortillas before coming up next time.

In order to get the next two tortillas,

they are forced to sign up for the next battle.

Tired!

More and more people fell down from exhaustion, and there were combat personnel watching behind them, forcing them to go all out.

They didn't just sit on the ground when they fell down from exhaustion. Many of them fainted directly from exhaustion, and some were so exhausted that they were carried away with blood spurting out of their mouths.

Old Xie still couldn't help it. He felt that this group of people was too miserable.

After all, this was the first batch. Only two thousand people resisted the terrifying zombie tide for five hours!

The volunteers behind them definitely didn't have to be so tired.

But the volunteers in the first batch were the most tired and persisted until now.

The first batch of volunteers was equivalent to the volunteers in the second batch, and they endured twice the intensity in the first five hours!

So I picked up the walkie-talkie to contact Uncle San:

"Minister, I have a suggestion."

"To be honest, the first batch of volunteers fought very hard and held on for the first five hours."

"Now that the second batch has come up, it's much better. It can already maintain the balance point where the height of the zombie stack does not increase."

"I think the first batch of volunteers is special. Can we give them some food as a supplement after this battle?"

"After all, they persisted for five hours with fewer people than the volunteers who came up later."

After hearing what he said, Uncle San was silent for two seconds.

Asked: "You mean, for this first batch, give them more food this time?"

"Yes." Old Xie nodded.

Uncle San thought for a while and said: "Okay, after all, they are the first batch to sign up. After going down the wall, I will give them two more pieces, but only this time, there will be no next time."

"I know how you feel, but... food is limited."

"The overall situation is more important."

"I understand, thank you, Minister." Old Xie's heart was heavy.

Hu——

Take a deep breath,

Look up, in the rain,

He saw a young man not far away,

The veins on the young man's neck were exposed,

His legs trembled like a sieve, his waist and horse were united, and he threw the spear in his hand with all his strength.

After the spear pierced the zombie's head, it was quickly retracted.

Very rhythmic, and the frequency was also very fast.

He has been paying attention to this young man for a while,

Although he didn't know the young man's name,

This young man was very tall and very thin.

He has amazing perseverance, quick eyes and hands, and is very efficient in killing zombies.

He can also hold on, so he is a good candidate for fighting.

Sighing slightly:

I can only help you this time, and that's all.

For the rest, you can only rely on yourselves.

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