Chapter 1333 Thief God

"The latest batch has been recruited. Let the first batch of volunteers go down." Old Xie picked up the intercom to contact everyone after seeing Changsheng leading a new group of people up.

On the wall, the third batch of volunteers had already climbed up the wall and were adapting.

Dingdang!

After Zhang Shi raised the long gun, he placed it on the parapet behind the wall with the gun head facing up and the handle facing down.

He supported the parapet with his hands to prevent himself from falling down.

His legs were trembling, and his body seemed to be emptied.

He looked dazed and had stars in his eyes.

One and a half tortillas had been consumed long ago. He had been holding on until now by relying on his willpower.

His stomach was shriveled, and the feeling of hunger surged like a tide.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Even though he had eaten food, his current state was worse than before he came up after such an intense battle.

"Line up and go down the wall, make room, hurry up!"

The urging voices of the armed guards rang in his ears.

Zhang Shi forced himself to move towards the wall.

"Brother Zhang, cough cough cough." A hoarse middle-aged man's voice came from behind.

It was Wang Dao, he was not dead either.

Zhang Shi turned his head and saw that Wang Dao's condition was even worse than his. For some reason, he couldn't help laughing.

"Don't laugh, give me a hand." Wang Dao supported the wall, his legs shaking and he couldn't walk at all.

Just now, there was no way, he had been holding on, now that the strength was gone, fatigue came like a tide.

Zhang Shi laughed so hard that his liver hurt, and he supported him and walked towards the wall together.

The new volunteers who blocked the zombies had no time to look at them, and immediately threw themselves into the action of killing zombies.

The sweat on his body was washed away by the rain, and after stopping the battle, his body temperature was also dropping.

Walk down the wall.

But he saw that the volunteers who came down the wall gathered together and did not leave immediately.

"What's going on?" After Wang Dao recovered a little, he stood up without Zhang Shi's help.

"I don't know." Zhang Shi shook his head.

"Everyone line up and get food." Changsheng's voice came from the front.

The first group of volunteers gathered here were instantly excited when they heard this.

They smiled happily.

"That's great. I didn't expect that there would be food to be collected after going down the wall! It's worth our hard work."

"Yeah, I'm so hungry now that I can't even walk steadily."

"I feel less tired now."

"Gudong!"

The group followed Changsheng back to Building No. 3 in the North District.

They lined up to receive food.

It was still two tortillas, which made the volunteers overjoyed.

"I originally thought that I would never go up again after this time, but I didn't expect that there would be food distribution after coming down. I feel that I can go up next time."

"Yeah, to be honest, I couldn't hold on just now. This little food is not enough for me to consume."

"Walk, eat something, and have a good sleep. I'm really tired."

The crowd lined up in a long line, full of excitement.

The heavy rain continued to fall, but the haze above their heads seemed to dissipate a lot.

Just when the food was about to be distributed, Changsheng stood outside Building No. 3, picked up the loudspeaker and shouted loudly:

"Listen carefully, you are the first batch of volunteers, it's a special case, only you have it this time."

"If you are willing to participate in the action of surrounding the wall to resist zombies next time, you can sign up later."

"You will have sixteen hours to rest. After sixteen hours, come here on time to gather."

After hearing what Changsheng said, the crowd realized that distributing food after going down the wall was just a special case.

This made many survivors back off.

"Will you sign up later?"

"I don't know. What about you?"

"I don't know either. If only two tortillas are distributed, it will be really..."

"Alas"

Although two tortillas are not much, there are many volunteers and the food stored in the oil city is limited. We must first ensure the food supply for our own people before we can think about other things.

Half an hour later, the food was distributed.

Zhang Shi carried two and a half tortillas in his arms, thinking that his uncle was still waiting for him, so he hurried to his residence.

"Brother Zhang, wait." Wang Dao suddenly shouted from behind.

Zhang Shi turned his head and looked at Wang Dao in confusion, "What's wrong?"

After all, they fought side by side for eight hours. After a short contact, he felt better about Wang Dao.

"Um. Will you participate next time?" Wang Dao asked.

Zhang Shi did not answer immediately. After hesitating for a few seconds, he said:

"I have signed up and will participate."

Wang Dao smiled bitterly and shook his head and said:

"I didn't sign up. I'm not sure I can rest after 16 hours. My calves are still shaking now."

"But let's see if there is another chance later. By the way, where can I find you?"

Zhang Shi said, "If I get off the wall, I'll still be living in the place where I live. South District Building 4, Room 3."

"Okay, I'll come find you then."

"Okay."

After Zhang Shi finished speaking, he turned and left, running towards the South District in the heavy rain.

As he got closer to the South District, his steps became lighter and lighter.

The fatigue of his body seemed to have eased a lot.

At this moment, he felt a bit like a child who was not recognized by his family and went out to make a living, and then finally made it.

Prove that he can do it.

It has always been my uncle who has taken care of me.

Tap, tap, tap--

He ran to South District Building 4 with rain all over his body.

He had a smile on his face, thinking about handing the tortilla to his uncle's arms later, wanting to see the praise on his face.

Thinking of this, his steps became faster and faster.

He hurried to the third room of Building 4.

He looked around, but couldn't find his uncle.

Did he go out to get water?

No, I didn't see him when I came in just now.

With doubt, he looked at a relatively familiar man next to him.

"Brother Liu, where is my uncle? The old man next to me, where did he go?"

The man sat on the ground, his eyes closed, listless.

Hearing someone calling him, he slowly opened his eyes.

He was a little surprised to see that it was Zhang Shi.

'You actually came back alive? It's rare! '

"Is it dangerous to stop zombies on the wall? Is the mortality rate high?"

"How much food do you have?"

Three questions in a row, but he didn't answer his own question.

This made Zhang Shi a little anxious. In a hurry, he couldn't help but ask in a bad tone:

"Where is my uncle? Answer my question first."

"Him."

Brother Liu looked a little strange, and sighed slightly at Zhang Shi:

"Dead."

"Not long after you left, he died."

"The management said that the dead body cannot be placed indoors, and it is easy to stink in humid weather. The body was taken away."

"Well, don't think too much, I'm right next to you, your uncle really has no signs of life."

"Please accept my condolences, is it dangerous on that wall? How much food was distributed?"

Zhang Shi didn't hear his last two questions.

Two words kept echoing in his mind:

Dead! Dead! Dead!

"How did he die?" He rushed to Brother Liu, his expression crazy and angry.

"Uh, you're asking this"

"Starved to death"

"You know the situation now."

"I guess if I don't eat something, I'll starve to death. I need to be more open-minded."

"I'm more open-minded now. If I die, I die. I don't have to suffer. But I'm really hungry."

"Xiao Zhang, I'm really starving. Can you give me something to eat for the sake of our familiarity?"

Plop!

Zhang Shi sat down on the ground, grabbing his hair hard.

"Ahhhhhh!"

He let out a low roar like a beast, hoarse and desperate.

His uncle was his last relative, the last relative who loved him.

Now even the last relative is gone.

What is the meaning of living?

What else can there be?

One of the biggest reasons why he climbed the wall to participate in the battle against zombies was for his uncle.

So that his uncle could eat something.

But now, his uncle is dead.

Starved to death.

Then what was the point of him climbing the wall?

Self-blame, pain, despair, and extreme resentment towards God.

This shitty world.

Why does it bring so much pain to people!

Ahhhhhh!

Crying silently, the extreme grief made his head a little dizzy.

Brother Liu saw his state and felt a little familiar.

It seemed that he had been like this a few years ago.

However, there was no emotional fluctuation now.

I'm used to it and have experienced it several times.

The first time was when the apocalypse just broke out and his parents died tragically.

The second time was when his wife was bitten to death by zombies, and the third time was when a group of thugs took his son away as food. When he broke free to save his son, his son had become a pot of minced meat.

After escaping from death, he also thought about dying.

God knows how he got through that painful time,

But after getting through it, there were no more emotional fluctuations.

This process will be experienced by most survivors.

After experiencing it too much, you will become numb.

After seeing it, I didn't think it was anything strange.

After Zhang Shi roared, he grabbed his wet hair, lowered his head, and said nothing.

For a long while.

He suddenly stood up and walked to the corner.

He took out a tortilla from his chest and looked at it, tears dripping down.

When Brother Liu saw the tortilla in his hand, his eyes turned green.

He rolled and crawled in front of him.

"Xiao Zhang, oh no, Brother Zhang, give me some, just a little bit, I'm so hungry."

Zhang Shi ignored him.

He just shed tears and stuffed the food into his mouth one bite at a time.

With tears streaming down his face, his eyes burst with anger and self-blame.

The sweetness of corn could not cover up the bitterness in his heart.

Corn is bitter, so bitter that it makes him feel sick.

But he still swallowed it one bite at a time.

He ate every bite very carefully and hard.

He fought for this with his life.

He knew that Brother Liu would not lie, and who could be blamed for his uncle's death.

Blame the oil city?

He is not a child anymore. No one can help you for no reason. There is no obligation.

Even if the people in the oil city did not let them in, they might have died in the previous thunderstorm or storm.

He is a person with a very positive outlook. His uncle always told him that even if he lived in the end of the world, he must keep his bottom line.

If there is no bottom line, there is no difference between being dead and being alive.

But who can he blame?

He can only blame this abominable end of the world and this thief God.

He ate two and a half pieces of corn cakes, which made Brother Liu, who had been watching him eat, drool and his intestines twitched with hunger.

After eating two and a half pieces of corn cakes in a row, this was the most filling meal Zhang Shi had eaten in such a long time.

After eating, he leaned against the wall and fell asleep.

The original eight-hour battle was too much for him. After returning, he experienced the death of his uncle, which made him physically and mentally exhausted.

His body reached a spiritual point. After closing his eyes, he fell asleep in less than a few seconds.

Or rather, he fainted.

After Brother Liu saw that he had fallen asleep, he crawled closer to Zhang Shi in the dim light and lay on the ground to carefully search for the fallen corn crumbs.

But after searching for a long time, he only found a little bit, which was only the size of two fingernails.

There was also a lot of dust and dirt on it.

If it was normal, Zhang Shi would not leave any crumbs when he ate.

He would eat it himself.

But he was too sad just now and didn't have the mood to notice this.

Brother Liu didn't dare to snatch it, because if he snatched it, he would be dead if he was caught by the management.

Someone had done this before and was killed.

After eating the two fingernails of corn crumbs, he was a little entangled.

Or, should I also join the volunteer?

If Zhang Shi can do it, I should be able to do it too.

I just don't know what the mortality rate is. Looking at the state of Zhang Shi when he came back, he should be very tired, right?

But no matter what, even if he died on the wall, at least he could have a meal before the emergency, right?

He was a little afraid of death.

After struggling for a long time, he still hadn't made up his mind.

Forget it, let's wait for the kid to wake up and ask him.

Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, he was dazed.

There was nothing in his mind, just hungry.

Old Xie got off the wall, and Ah Hong took his place.

He hurried back to Oil City and went back to have a short meeting with Xiao Jun and Changsheng.

Just now, after Changsheng distributed food to the first batch of volunteers, only 30% of the people signed up again in the next registration.

After counting the mortality rate, there were 2,000 volunteers who went up in the first batch, and 1,850 people came down.

150 people died.

The mortality rate is about 7%, which is not high.

But the number of people who signed up again was only 555, which was a sharp drop of three quarters.

If the volunteers on the wall behind are all in this situation, they will not last for many days.

After all, there are a certain number of people who are willing to volunteer to go up the wall.

After discovering this problem, the third uncle immediately asked Xiao Jun and Lao Xie to return to Oil City and hold an emergency meeting to discuss the matter.

Soon.

Lao Xie returned to Oil City.

Meeting room.

The third uncle frowned and looked at Changsheng and asked:

"The mortality rate is not high, only 7%, why are there so few people who sign up again?"

The re-registration rate is only 30%. Originally, these people who participated in the battle had rich experience, but they didn't come.

Changsheng sighed, raised his head and looked at the third uncle and said:

He said: "Simply put, they are too tired and too hungry. They can't hold on."

"Minister, the first batch of volunteers who just came down, their condition is indeed not good. Some people can barely stand. They have been fighting for eight hours and rested for sixteen hours. They may not have much combat power when they go on the field again."

"Besides, two tortillas are too little for them, but they have to fight zombies for eight hours with high workload and risking their lives."

"Too bad."

"I guess they think the food they are given is too little and too tiring. After going up, they are hungrier than before going up."

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