Chapter 1343 Zombie Pyramid

There were countless tombstones in the cemetery on the top of the hill. After the zombie tide rushed here, the tombstones were collapsed by the zombie tide.

Countless zombies rushed from all directions with the hill as the center.

The car in the center of the platform on the top of the hill was completely engulfed by the zombie tide.

Three layers inside and three layers outside, blocking the giant tightly.

If this car did not have an oxygen generator, Lao Xie and others in the car would have died of lack of oxygen long ago.

Countless zombies occupied the entire platform on the top of the hill.

As time passed, the entire hill was filled with zombies, and these zombies piled up.

It has become a giant zombie mountain.

Even on the wall of the trading market, you can see this mountain buried by zombies.

"Do you think Lao Xie and the others are still alive?" Ah Hong looked at the hill with a telescope, swallowed her saliva and asked Lao Yi next to her.

Lao Yi picked up the intercom, "Lao Xie, Lao Xie, are you still alive?"

Instead of guessing here, it is better to contact them directly.

Zizizizi——

There were vibrations, slapping sounds, and roars coming from above and around the giant.

The noise was very loud!

The intercom rang for a long time before Lao Xie heard Lao Yi's voice on the intercom.

"What did you say?" Lao Xie covered the intercom with both hands and shouted loudly.

Lao Yi listened to the noise on the other side of the intercom, and Lao Xie's voice seemed a little unclear.

"I said, how are you guys doing over there?"

"I can't hear it clearly!" Lao Xie shouted loudly.

Lao Yi shouted several times, but he could still hear Lao Xie's voice clearly, but Lao Xie couldn't hear what Lao Yi was saying at all.

Lao Yi had no choice but to put down the intercom.

"They are still alive, but they can't hear our voices. It's so noisy over there."

Ah Hong looked outside the trading market, and there was no zombie.

The emptiness made him a little uncomfortable.

'It's good to be alive. If they see them surrounded by so many zombies, they will probably be scared silly. 'Ah Hong looked at the zombie hill in the distance and exclaimed.

"It's a good thing they didn't know. Wow, Old Xie is really brave." Old Yi praised.

Ah Hong put down the telescope, pointed at the volunteers next to him, and said:

"Why don't you talk to the minister? There's no point in these volunteers staying here. It's better to let them rest in such a heavy rain."

"Yeah."

Old Yi agreed with him, nodded, picked up the walkie-talkie and contacted his uncle.

The volunteers on the wall were a little confused at the moment.

They watched the zombie tide leave with their own eyes, and watched the zombie hill outside the wall drop little by little until these zombies left.

And they left without a single one left.

Now there was no need to resist the zombies, and the volunteers who breathed a sigh of relief were talking about the whereabouts of the zombies.

"It's really weird, what's going on?"

"I don't know, who knows."

"Do you think it has something to do with the big truck that just went out?"

"Now that you mention it, it's really possible."

"This oil city is really unfathomable, although I don't know how they did it."

"How do you know it was done by the people in the oil city? Maybe it was an accident?"

"Accident? How can there be so many accidents? Ha!"

They didn't have a telescope, and it was so heavy that they couldn't see the small hillside clearly from seven or eight kilometers away.

But for them, what they care more about is whether there is food after going down the wall.

Now they don't have to resist the zombies, but according to the fixed time, they still need two hours to go down.

At this time, the combat personnel behind came over to inform them and signaled them to go down the wall.

"Um, please ask if there is any food to distribute when we go down?"

"Yes."

"But there are still two hours before the time, will it be..."

"Why are there so many questions? Just go down if I tell you to."

The combat personnel said unhappily.

The volunteer who asked the question looked embarrassed, and he did not dare to refute, fearing to offend the combat personnel in front of him.

They lined up and walked towards the wall.

What surprised them was that the food given to them by the Oil City did not deduct them because they did not work for eight hours.

But there was a worse news that made them fall to the bottom in an instant.

"The next call-up time will be delayed to five days later, and there will be no call-up of any volunteers within five days." Lao Yi shouted to the volunteers who received the food.

As soon as the voice fell.

It immediately aroused the inquiries of many volunteers.

"Why?"

"Why is there no call-up suddenly?"

"If there is no call-up, how can we live?"

All kinds of voices, noisy and chaotic, can't hear clearly what they are saying.

But Lao Yi didn't need to listen clearly, and looked at these volunteers lightly.

Picked up the loudspeaker and shouted:

"No need to ask so many questions, five days later, the call-up will be issued again, everyone disperse."

After that, he was too lazy to explain too much to these volunteers.

Turned around and left here.

Back to the oil city.

In the meeting room of Oil City, Ju Tianrui had just finished contacting Lao Xie.

"Minister, they are too noisy over there, they can't hear what we are saying at all." Ju Tianrui looked at his uncle helplessly and said.

"It's okay, as long as they are alive, the rest is not important."

Thump, thump, thump——

Lao Yi walked in and saw his uncle sitting on the chair and quickly reported:

"Minister, the volunteers on the wall of the trading market have been withdrawn."

"Yes."

Uncle San stood up from his chair and said to everyone:

"Next, everyone can relax a little."

"But don't take it lightly, and do what needs to be done well."

"Old Yi."

"I'm here, Minister, you say." Old Yi hurried over.

Uncle San looked at him and said solemnly: "The wall of the trading market is temporarily handed over to you to guard. Don't be careless just because the zombies have left, understand?"

"Yes."

"Ju Tianrui, tell the headquarters about our situation later."

"Okay, Minister."

Ju Tianrui stood up from his chair and came to the operator to signal him to stand up.

In the giant.

Slapping sounds, zombies roaring, and the steel plates above the head being pressed and creaking.

Old Xie and the others were in the car, looking at the steel plates above their heads with fear.

Although it is impossible for zombies to get into this car, the giant body squeezed by so many zombies is a bit overwhelmed.

"Captain Xie, why don't we fight back and use the weapons on the car to clean up some zombies." Changsheng suggested.

Old Xie frowned and waved his hand:

"Don't waste that time, go and prepare the steel pipes to support the steel plate on the roof."

"I'm worried that this car will be crushed by zombies."

The camera screen was dark and nothing could be seen clearly.

They were completely surrounded by the zombie tide.

The smell of the medicine had not evaporated completely, so they couldn't go anywhere.

Changsheng brought a few people to the utility room, where dozens of steel pillars were placed.

They took out these steel pillars and supported them at various locations in the car.

This will enhance the car's anti-pressure ability.

Kaka--

A piece of armor on the head sank down, indented five centimeters, and lowered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Crash!

Clang!

Three steel pillars pushed over fiercely, firmly stopping the downward trend of the armor plate.

The car itself has a high compressive strength. Thick steel plates are used at the front, rear and inside of the car.

But it still couldn't stop the zombies from coming in too many times, and the armor plate still sank down.

Lao Xie and his team used dozens of steel columns with a width of eight or nine centimeters to support the most vulnerable middle part of the Big Mac, because this place was under the greatest pressure.

Time passed by minute by minute, and under the support of these dozens of steel columns, the Big Mac was not crushed by the zombie tide.

These steel columns dispersed the pressure to other places.

If there were no armor plates to support the tires at the bottom, they would probably be crushed directly.

"Huh--"

Lao Xie looked at the dense steel columns in the car and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The guys at the headquarters base mechanical maintenance factory are quite smart. They have considered this situation. In one word, I surrender!"

The car finally stabilized.

Looking down at the entire hillside from a high altitude, the hillside was piled up into a pyramid shape by zombies.

Even the height of the hillside increased by six or seven meters out of thin air.

All the increased height is zombies.

Since there is no wall to support, these zombies need to be stacked to a height of 20 meters, which requires geometric multiples of the number.

The rainstorm has never stopped.

It has been raining for a month.

And Lao Xie and his friends are still staying in the Big Mac, eating and drinking.

The Big Mac is also strong, and it has been like this for two days.

Lao Xie would go down to the first floor almost every once in a while to check the situation of the medicine.

These two days, everyone was very bored in the car, and they couldn't hear the minister and others clearly.

So they could only play small games such as Gobang to pass the time.

On the third day, they could clearly feel in the car that the zombies seemed not as crazy as the previous two days, and even the flapping sound was much smaller.

The noise was not as loud as before.

Lao Xie contacted his third uncle in the oil city as soon as possible.

"Minister, this is Lao Xie, can you hear me?"

The third uncle, who had just returned from the trading market, heard Lao Xie's voice the moment he stepped into the room of the upstairs residence.

"Okay, Old Xie, can you hear me?"

Old Xie stayed on the first floor of the Big Mac, holding the intercom and said:

"Okay, okay."

He looked excited.

He quickly said: "This is the third day, and the zombies outside don't seem to be so noisy. I don't know what's going on outside the Big Mac now."

Uncle San was just on the wall of the trading market with a telescope, observing the hillside piled with zombies.

"The zombies are still there, and they haven't returned to the trading market."

Uncle San thought for a while and said:

"The reason for this change is that the smell of the medicine has evaporated, but it should be able to last at least two days. Now you should find a way to reduce the speed of the smell of the medicine."

Old Xie looked at the medicine jars in the vents. The jars were covered with lids, leaving only a small gap.

"Minister, the medicine bottle has been opened to the smallest mouth. If it is covered again, it is estimated that the smell will be difficult to blow out."

"Okay, wait."

"Okay."

Uncle San put the intercom back on his left chest.

He entered the residence with a frown on his face.

Three days?

Has the effect of the potion been reduced so significantly in three days?

However, even if the smell evaporates a little, it is still very tempting to zombies with a keen sense of smell.

It should be able to last at least a week.

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