Chapter 1720: Firewood-Burning Cars, Bicycle Teams

Chapter 1720: Firewood-burning cars, bicycle teams.

Two days later.

December 19th.

The heating pipelines of the oil city have now been laid in the oil city, the trading market area A, and the B area.

Even a small part of the C area has been laid.

The total population of the trading market has reached 263,000, and the new influx of survivors has also dropped from more than 5,000 per day to 2,000 per day.

The first layer of mobile gates on the buffer city wall has also been laid.

The entire buffer city covers an area of ​​tens of thousands of acres, and its circumference is also tens of thousands of meters.

After the mobile gates were laid, they were powered on and tested. The mobile gates moved very fast, and the gates were very sharp and clanged.

The swift mobile gates blew up waves of air as they moved.

Outside the buffer city.

Chen Er and others were still guarding the construction site behind. During the guarding process, they would occasionally encounter some survivor teams coming.

They were all allowed to enter the buffer city, and then they were allowed to enter the trading market after being inspected in the city wall of the trading market.

"Old Zhang, look over there." Chen Er shouted to Zhang Rufeng who was not far away.

Zhang Rufeng looked in the direction Chen Er was looking at, and saw a bicycle team riding towards them from the west.

Each of these people had a bicycle, and a huge package was hung behind the seat of each bicycle.

The man riding in the front was a strong and tall man wearing a knitted hat and exhaling white mist from his mouth.

They rode in front of Chen Er, and the leading man looked a little hesitant, and asked:

"Excuse me, is the entrance to the trading market from here?"

They rode down from the north and saw the huge city wall from a distance. According to the scene described by the people from the north, this should be the trading market.

It was only when they approached the buffer city from the north that they saw the convoy and ultraviolet lights outside the buffer city.

After approaching with half belief and half doubt, they saw a huge banner hanging on the car:

[Please go through the east gate to enter the trading market! 】

And every few miles, there are arrows on the wall to guide.

They followed the arrows and came to Chen Er and his team.

Behind Chen Er and his team is the only entrance to the buffer city that is not blocked now.

The other three entrances have been blocked. The blocking method is to pile up sand and stones, first with stones as the bottom, and then cover with sand.

The gate has very high requirements and must be strong enough. It cannot be manufactured in a short time, so it is still being made in the factory.

But the entrance to the buffer city needs to be closed, and only sand and stones can be used to block it.

Hundreds of cubic meters of sand and stones, it takes at least ten days and a half months to dig by manpower alone.

And later, as the weather gets colder, this pile of sand and stones is completely frozen.

People and zombies outside can't get in at all.

The east entrance of the buffer city.

Chen Er looked at Chen Long and the dozen people behind him.

In the past month, there are all kinds of survivors coming to the trading market, but bicycle teams are rare, and it is even rarer for everyone to have a bicycle.

Generally, most people who come here walk.

Some will also get a wheelbarrow or push a cart.

As for driving, there are also some, but they are relatively few.

It is very difficult to get fuel outside now, and those who can drive a car are not ordinary people.

However, many people who drive cars are wood-burning cars.

This kind of wood-burning car was also called "substitute fuel car" a long time ago.

It is necessary to install a substitute fuel stove on the car to burn firewood or charcoal. Its working principle is similar to that of a car burning natural gas. Carbon monoxide is produced through incomplete combustion, and then it is sent to the internal combustion engine for combustion after filtering and drying.

On average, hundreds of kilograms of firewood are consumed per 100 kilometers.

For the current doomsday environment, it is actually very practical.

Firewood can be chopped everywhere, and it is inexhaustible.

But the disadvantages are also great.

The operation is cumbersome, and special people need to constantly add firewood. In addition, the performance is unstable, the power is insufficient, and it often stops and starts, and even requires manpower to push the cart.

If they happen to encounter zombies, if they are not powerful enough and not fast enough, they are likely to be surrounded by zombies.

And they need to keep adding firewood, and they always need to stop and go. When the firewood is burned out, they have to go around to find firewood.

Wherever they pass, thick smoke billows, which can be seen from a long distance.

While Chen Er was looking at Chen Long and others, Chen Long and others were also observing the group of people in front of them.

Wearing dark black combat uniforms, thick pigskin boots, and anti-ultraviolet light glasses, they are strong and strong, holding guns, standing on the car or on both sides of the vehicle.

At first glance, it is a team with strong combat power.

Facing Chen Long's inquiry, Chen Er pointed at the entrance behind him.

"Yes, it is from here to enter the trading market. The buffer city behind me is still under construction. The trading market is further inside."

"After you enter this entrance, walk two kilometers straight inside, and you can see the gate of the trading market."

Chen Long nodded and thanked:

"Thank you."

Chen Er retracted his gaze and looked elsewhere.

There were many people entering the trading market these days, and he was already used to seeing newcomers like Chen Long.

Chen Long looked at Chen Er, and then at the person in the car to the right of Chen Er.

I didn't dare to continue riding, but got off and pushed the bike and walked in the middle.

Chen Er and his friends left a space of nearly ten meters between the two cars, and put a sign in the middle: [Entrance to the trading market]

Chen Long also saw it, but when he came here suddenly, he suddenly saw so many people with real guns and weapons, so he naturally didn't dare to ignore them and go in directly.

Ask to confirm first, so as not to go the wrong way and get troubled by others.

They can't beat these people with guns, their strength is not in the same dimension at all.

After passing by Chen Er and his friends, Baimao caught up with Chen Long in front and walked side by side with him.

"Brother Long, it seems that this trading market is really well-deserved. We have circled from the north. There are at least hundreds of cars and hundreds of people here, all with guns!"

"And they look like they are wearing the same clothes. They are not military personnel?"

In the past few years, it was the first time he saw such a big battle.

Chen Long glared at him, looked around with some concern, and shouted in a low voice:

"Don't talk!"

"Don't talk nonsense, we can't afford to offend these people, talk less and keep quiet!"

"Oh." After being scolded, Baimao shook his head and looked at the people behind him with some fear.

Looking at their uniform clothes and uniform guns, he thought to himself: So domineering

These days, supplies are scarce, clothes are not produced, and ordinary survivors are patching together, like picking up garbage, picking up a piece here and a piece there, and being happy for a long time to pick up a piece of clothing in good quality.

But this group of people can actually wear the same clothes.

Although this is just a small detail, it can be seen from this detail that the people in the trading market are very powerful.

How can ordinary people have the ability to make clothes?

They crossed this road with fear and entered the buffer city.

When they entered the buffer city, they were instantly shocked by the crowd in the buffer city.

There were people everywhere in the buffer city, various engineering vehicles and machinery, at least tens of thousands of people.

So many people, they have never seen so many people in all these years.

Sometimes, they can't meet other survivors for a week.

But there are tens of thousands of people here!

"The trading market is really powerful!" Hu Jing followed Brother Long and whispered.

Chen Long looked at the wall of the trading market in the distance, his eyes flickered.

The wall of the trading market is more than 30 meters high, four or five times higher than the current buffer city wall, which gives people a stronger shock.

"We haven't entered the trading market yet. I heard that person just now say that this is just a buffer city. I'm afraid it will be more spectacular inside the trading market."

They pushed the cart and walked forward according to the signs on the road.

The workers who hurriedly passed by did not stop because of their arrival. Most of the workers ignored them, but a few people looked at them curiously, but they just looked and retracted their eyes and continued to do their own things.

The buffer city is huge, reaching an area of ​​tens of thousands of acres.

It is in a square shape, with a length and width of more than 5,000 meters.

While Chen Long and his companions were amazed at the large area of ​​the buffer city, they were also observing the construction sites above and below the wall.

"Brother Long, they are still building in such a cold weather. They are working hard." Bai Mao sighed:

"I just don't know if the trade market will give food to those who built it in the past."

Chen Long looked at the construction site behind thoughtfully. They did bring some food, but they consumed a lot on the way.

They came here because they heard from people in the North that they could find a way to survive here.

"There should be, let's go to the trade market first." Chen Long replied.

Then they saw that no one around cared about them, so they rode their bicycles and drove towards the gate of the trade market.

Soon.

They arrived at the gate of the trade market.

There were only a few dozen people queuing in front of them, and it was their turn in less than two minutes.

Entering the city, the city was very neat, with one test after another, and it looked very formal.

They widened their curious eyes, and after three tests, their brains were buzzing, they came to the registration office to register.

The registration staff asked them some questions, and then handed them a red team number plate with 10934 written on it.

This means that there are more than 10,000 teams in the trading market.

Seeing this string of numbers, Chen Long took a breath. If the number was given to him in order, it means more than 10,000 teams in the trading market.

Even if a team has only 10 people, there are more than 100,000 people.

100,000 people!

In the end times, this population is simply too outrageous!

They handed in knives and weapons, but they didn't have to hand in bicycles. However, they were required not to park them at will in the trading market, but to put them in a special area, otherwise they would be penalized.

They pushed their bicycles into the trading market and were instantly shocked by the scene in the trading market.

People came and went, and the houses were lined up in a very regular manner.

And directly opposite was the commercial district, which was the most prosperous area in the trading market.

In the commercial district, many people were setting up stalls, and there were many passers-by around the stalls.

There were strange signs hanging in the air, and since it was dark now, some businesses had already turned on their lights.

Chen Long and others looked at the scene in the trading market and couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Chen Long took a breath and murmured:

"Here is the trading market!"

"Brother Long, there are too many people in the trading market! It's terrifying!" Baimao swallowed his saliva.

Other team members beside him also sighed:

"Yeah, how did they build such a big place!?"

"Natural disasters have no effect on them?"

"Oh my, there is a higher city over there, I wonder what's going on there."

Chen Long looked at the sign next to him, which said "Must-see for newcomers entering the trading market".

The sign pointed to a row of notice boards under the edge of the wall.

There was a lot of information about the trading market on it.

Including the introduction of the trading market, matters that need to be paid attention to, the use of points, etc.

Some necessary leaflets for newcomers were also printed on the notice board, and newcomers could get one with their number plates.

"Let's go, let's go and take a look." Chen Long said to the team members behind him.

Trading market.

Commercial district.

Black Hand led a team of team members and walked on the main road of the commercial district.

He wore a green vest, a pistol on his waist, one hand in his pocket, and his head slightly raised.

He held his butterfly knife in the other hand, spinning and flying in a beautiful arc in his hand.

This butterfly knife was surrendered when he first entered the trading market.

Later, when he went out to perform the northwest mission, it was returned to him.

After completing the northwest mission and returning, he surrendered it again, but when he received the position of patrol team leader, he received it back.

And he never had to surrender it again.

As a third-level personnel, he can carry some cold weapons with him even when he is not on patrol.

Like this butterfly knife, he can carry it with him.

This is the advantage of a high level.

He walked on the main road of the commercial district, and the survivors around him saw the green vest he was wearing, and they all avoided him, not daring to offend him.

Being looked at with awe by these ordinary survivors, Heishou felt very happy.

But his face was still expressionless, and he looked calm.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in front.

"What the hell, are you still trying to force a sale? Your things are of such poor quality, and you refuse to admit it when I return them?"

"No, the shoes I sold you are obviously good, but you deliberately wore them out and asked me to compensate you. Is this reasonable?"

"It's because your shoes are of poor quality!"

"Damn, look at these scratches, it's obviously your own fault!" The stall owner pointed at the scratches on the shoes and cursed.

"Bullshit, it wasn't like this when I bought it."

"Anyway, I won't return it. I'll pay the points and the goods. I didn't violate the rules of the trading market!"

Seeing that the stall owner would not return the goods, the young man who bought the shoes rushed forward and grabbed the boss's collar, "I told you nicely, you didn't listen, right?"

The stall owner screamed:

"Come on, beat him up!"

Then he lay on the ground, motionless.

The young man quickly stepped back and shouted to the onlookers around him:

"I didn't touch him, everyone saw it, you can testify for me."

None of the onlookers around paid any attention to him.

Most people looked at him with eyes that looked like they were watching a good show.

There were also a few people who looked at him with some pity, thinking to themselves: I guess it was out of their heart, how dare you pull someone's collar?

And.

It's the end of the world, and you don't look carefully before buying things, and you still want to refund without reason seven days before the end of the world?

You still want the merchant to return the goods for you?

What are you playing?

Young people are indeed easy to be fooled.

At this moment, Black Hand came over with his men.

(Seeking monthly tickets)