Chapter 1300: Transaction, Bridge

Xinxian County is about 90 kilometers away from the oil city.

Located in the valley area of ​​the Dabie Mountains.

A tributary runs through the middle.

Xizhai Scenic Area.

There are ancient villages hidden in the mountains. Due to the terrain, transportation is not very convenient and the population is relatively small.

After the end of the world, there are relatively fewer zombies in Xizhai.

Many stone houses still stand firm in the rainstorm, but the people inside have disappeared.

There is a high platform on the top of Xizhai, with a yard and three or four houses on the platform.

"Second brother, should we go to the trading market? Tomorrow is the last day. It will be too late if we don't go in!" A man in a blue shirt looked anxiously at the middle-aged man standing there.

The middle-aged man turned around. This middle-aged man was handsome, but there was a lot of white in his eyes, which made him look a little cold.

"No! There's nothing good in that place. The more people there are, the more dangerous it is. We don't need to join in the fun."

"But."

The slightly younger man said with a sad face:

"Then we should also change places. The terrain here is so high. If a thunderstorm comes, we won't be struck if we don't take lightning protection measures."

"Stupid!"

The middle-aged man cursed:

"The people in the oil city said there would be a thunderstorm disaster, and you believed it? This is a complete conspiracy. Look at the many survivors who ran in recently. Just look at the end of these people. There will definitely be no good results."

"I've seen a lot of this kind of tricks."

"I always tell you to be more careful in the end times. But you still believe others so easily. I don't know what to say to you!"

"If the oil city really knew about the natural disaster, would they tell us? How can there be so many good people! Think about how the eldest brother died!"

After that, he snorted and left here.

Leaving the man in blue clothes behind.

Alas.

He thought of his elder brother. His elder brother also believed a woman who pretended to be weak. As a result, this woman was backed by an evil team and brutally killed his elder brother.

They killed and injured many people in order to seek revenge.

Later, they found this place and stayed here.

West Village is a good place. There are not many zombies.

And using the surrounding terrain, they built some places for planting.

It’s just that the harvest is not very good, and only a dozen of them can barely survive.

There are two roads leading to the trading market in the north and south. The trading market and the oil city are in the southern suburbs of Xinyang, about 20 kilometers away from Xinyang.

Uncle San stood on the tall wall of the oil city, looking around with a telescope.

There were teams of survivors rushing towards him from all four directions.

Those people seemed to be on pilgrimage, and they kept walking.

Outside the gate of the trading market, there was a notice board.

And a few dozen meters away from the gate of the trading market, there were also some roll-up banners.

It says what to check before entering the city, what you cannot bring and need to hand in, and what rules you need to follow after entering the trading market, otherwise you will face what punishment.

All the important information is written clearly on it.

Occasionally, some people in the queue saw the information above and knew that they needed to hand in their weapons before entering the trading market. After struggling for a long time, they chose to leave.

Some people hesitated but chose to continue queuing and enter the trading market.

"We have to hand in all our weapons after entering. How can we ensure our safety after entering?" A man asked the guard at the door.

The guard glanced at him and said indifferently:

"Don't worry, isn't it written very clearly on it? After entering the trading market, anyone who makes trouble will be killed without mercy!"

"Don't worry about this. I guarantee your personal safety after entering."

Seeing the man's expression, he seemed to have some doubts.

So he said impatiently:

"Oh, it's written very clearly on it. Hurry up and move forward. The people behind are still queuing!"

The man hesitated for a moment, as if he had made a major decision.

Gritting his teeth, he walked towards the gate.

He came from a hundred kilometers away, and it was not easy to get here.

It was impossible for him to arrive here and not go in.

If he went back, the natural disaster would probably have arrived on the way.

He was strictly inspected when he entered the city, and then lined up with his number plate, waiting to gather fifty people and enter the trading market together.

Great!

"Follow me, don't walk around!" Changsheng looked at the latest group of people and repeated the words he had repeated hundreds of times in the past few days.

"Everyone should have read the regulations, and you are not allowed to violate them."

As he led everyone along, he pointed to the bodies hanging on the side of the road and said:

"Those people were fighting in the trading market. If you dare to mess around after you come in, this is what will happen."

"In addition, you are not allowed to run around after 7pm."

"You are not allowed to urinate or defecate anywhere. There are toilets in each area. Here, we are here!"

He pointed to a toilet built next to it and said: "The toilet is over there. This is where you live. Six people in a room. Someone will assign you a room."

"If you know someone, you can tell them in advance and you will be assigned a room."

After saying this, he handed over to Ah Hong.

A Hong looked at everyone and said, "If anyone you are familiar with or has a team raises your hand, I will arrange for you to be together."

Seeing more than 20 people raising their hands, Ah Hong asked them to come forward.

Allocate them uniformly.

"Brother, can the seven of us be in the same room?"

There is a team of seven people, and according to the rules here, six people share a room.

A room for six people is actually very small, only ten square meters in size.

Hearing what this person said, A Hong was naturally happy.

This also saves some space.

"OK."

Soon, after arranging the survivors with teams, he inserted the remaining scattered survivors into the rooms that were not full.

Chen Er stood on the wall of the trading market and looked at the heavy machine guns placed on the wall.

Stunning.

I thought to myself: This oil city is so rich and equipped with so much firepower.

However, he also knew that the firepower here was only pale in comparison to the firepower of the Oil City wall.

The people in charge of the trading market wall are Zhu Xiao and Guo Peng.

Taking the middle of the trading market as the boundary, they guarded one side in the north and the other in the south.

Chen Er came to the side.

"Zhu Xiao, I heard that Minister Li won't return to your headquarters base?"

Zhu Xiao glanced at him. He was not very familiar with this Chen Er.

He had been in the North and had not been in Oil City for a long time.

This time when he went south, he met Chen Er for the second time. The previous time was when he was transferring to the north in Oil City. Chen Er led a team to trade fuel.

"Ang." Zhu Xiao replied lightly.

"It seems like I haven't seen you City Lord for a long time. How is City Lord Li doing lately?"

"have no idea."

"You went to the North, why did you come back? What's going on there now?"

"fine."

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Chen Er looked at this tall man who was about two meters tall, with a muscular body and a somewhat fierce appearance.

He was extremely speechless, this was his social Waterloo.

I have never met anyone so uncooperative.

Zhu Xiao was also speechless. I'm not familiar with you. What are you going to do with so many questions?

But he knows that the current trading market is established with their Southern Paradise, a strategic alliance, and they are now helping to manage and guard the trading market together, so they can be regarded as half of their own.

Chen Er felt that Zhu Xiao didn't really want to talk to him, so he didn't ask for trouble.

He ran to the side and took a telescope to look at the survivors outside.

Too many people.

Whether inside or outside the city, there are people everywhere.

In Oil City.

The third uncle was putting down the radio headset and had just communicated with the Da Zhangshu base headquarters. He also knew that Cannon and Gangzi had arrived in the south of Wu City.

Estimating the time, we should be able to cross the cross-river bridge today.

After crossing the cross-river bridge, we will be able to see them at noon tomorrow.

"Ju Tianrui, go find Master Hu and ask him to come over."

Ju Tianrui quickly stood up and asked:

"Say it, Minister."

"Yesterday, Lao Yi reported that there are already many people trading items privately in the trading market. We can also organize appropriately, coordinate, use the previously designated area as a trading place, and regulate everyone's transactions, otherwise it will be such a mess. of."

"Okay, is there anything else you want to explain?"

"No, you ask him to come here first, and then we can have an interview."

"yes."

Looking at Ju Tianrui's leaving figure, the third uncle stood up and stretched.

It's too busy here.

However, after these two days of sorting out, most things have been sorted out, and there are many things that you don’t need to deal with personally.

There are still three days until the thunderstorm disaster.

Tomorrow evening, the city gate will be completely closed and no one will be allowed in.

Thinking of this, the third uncle couldn't help but wonder how many survivors were in the city now.

"How many people have entered the city now?" The third uncle picked up the walkie-talkie and asked Liu Jinglue, who was managing the registration in Wengcheng.

Liu Jinglue received the news from his third uncle and paused the registration.

Move the mouse, slide down to the bottom, and reply after seeing the number above:

"As of 3:20 p.m., the total number of people entering the city reached 65,902."

"Does this include people from Southern Paradise?" Third Uncle asked.

"include."

"Including our own people?"

"Not included."

The third uncle did some calculations, which means that if the people from Southern Paradise are excluded, there will be as many as 60,000 survivors entering the trading market.

"Okay, I understand." Uncle San put the walkie-talkie back on the left side of his chest.

Sixty thousand people!

The third uncle took a deep breath, touched his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, and lit it.

call--

The brain is still spinning.

Work on the fence has been suspended and lightning rods have been installed.

The water canal has also been arranged, the oil array has been inspected, and the mobile sluice knife has been powered on.

One after another, one thing after another flew through the third uncle's mind.

He kept reviewing what else he had not considered.

After thinking for a while, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

One day I will be able to take care of this kind of thing, like in the headquarters base.

It's never his turn.

But Lao Xie helped him a lot in the past two days.

This old Xie has a bald head, but it is still very worry-free to use.

Thoughts are flying.

Perhaps after this thunderstorm disaster, Ju Tianrui would ask him to return to the headquarters base to rest for a while, leaving the Oil City side to Lao Xie for the time being, which would be fine.

In the past few days, he has also been observing Ju Tianrui, Lao Xie, Lao Yi, and Xiao Jun.

They used to fight externally, and in terms of combat leadership, both Ju Tianrui and Lao Yi were good.

But in terms of internal affairs management and overall coordination, Lao Xie is still more suitable.

Maybe it's because it's bigger?

Thinking of Lao Xie's stubbornness with only a strand of hair left on his head, the third uncle couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

soon.

As soon as he finished smoking a cigarette, Ju Tianrui invited Master Hu over.

"Minister Li."

"Master Tiger, sit down."

After Master Hu sat down, Third Uncle said straight to the point:

"There have been many people trading privately in the trading market these two days, and I want to regulate it a bit."

South of Wu City.

Cannon woke up after sleeping for six or seven hours and returned to the main driving position.

"There is a cross-river bridge ahead. What's going on with the drone surveillance?"

Cannon has been on this road twice, so it is somewhat familiar.

Lao Luo said:

"Don't worry, the drone detected that there are only a dozen zombies up there. We can definitely get through it smoothly."

Li Gang sat in the rest area and looked at the footage captured by the drone on the screen.

Zhao Bi next to him looked at the screen and said:

"This cross-river bridge is relatively short, with a total length of 1,673 meters, less than two kilometers. According to our current driving speed, we can cross it in about 5 minutes."

"However, I suggest that the driving speed should not be too fast. It is most appropriate to reduce the driving speed to 15 kilometers per hour, so that the vehicle body will be more stable."

Li Gang nodded and asked, "Is there more?"

"I want to get out of the car and check the actual situation to see the bridge. I don't know if this bridge has been around for so long."

Li Gang frowned. They had been on this bridge countless times before.

But after all, this time is different. This Big Mac weighs several hundred tons.

Checking is really needed.

So he picked up the walkie-talkie to contact Lao Luo and told him about Zhao Bi's needs.

Lao Luo was a little worried that if the car stopped by the bridge, it might attract zombies.

If you go directly without checking, it will take time for the zombies to react and surround you.

But it’s not safe if you don’t check it.

After hesitating again and again, Lao Luo said:

"Let's do this, Xiao Ding, take Zhao Bi and Dai An over for on-site inspection to protect their safety."

"Cannon, please don't let this car get too close to the bridge later. It will stop in about one kilometer."

"A Feng, you control the drone and keep an eye on the zombies around the bridge at all times. If a large number of zombies come out of the water, immediately report a warning."

"yes."

"yes."

"yes."

Everyone received the order.

A few minutes later, they reached the road 1.5 kilometers away from the cross-river bridge.

Crunch——

The speed of the car suddenly decreased and finally stopped.

This was the first time they had stopped the Big Mac in dozens of hours.

Xiao Ding, along with five or six combatants and two experts, got out of the car carrying a portable electric donkey produced at the Da Zhangshu Base.

This little eDonkey has a range of only twenty kilometers and is so small that they can lift it with one hand.

They rode small electric donkeys and rode out from under the car.

It's just that Xiao Ding and the others were wearing black combat uniforms, carrying guns on their backs, and looked tall and mighty.

But he was riding a mini electric donkey, which looked a little funny.

and cute.

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