After saying that, Lao Huang took a plastic bag, wrapped the pipe and tobacco, stuffed it into his arms, and left the sentry tower.

.....

The doomsday driving machine on the hillside is still standing firm amidst the heavy siege of zombies.

Staying in this small, sealed space feels a bit like being imprisoned.

Fortunately, there are more than a dozen people here, so I am not alone.

At the beginning, they were playing backgammon and chatting.

When we got to the back, I felt bored and tired. I lay motionless on the bed and looked at the roof panel in a daze.

Time has become very thick, and days are like years.

"How many days have you been here?" His long hair was like a bird's nest, his hair was unkempt, and he walked from the sleeping compartment to the rest area.

"The sixth day." Gu Long looked at Changsheng and replied weakly.

"It's only the sixth day. It feels like a month has passed..." Changsheng scratched his hair.

"But it seems that the zombies outside are much quieter..."

.....

As time goes by, the smell of the zombie attractant gradually fades.

Some zombies near the hillside are still surrounded because they are relatively close.

But the zombies that were farther away could no longer smell it as the smell of the medicine faded, so they began to walk towards the trading market wall.

There were nearly 100,000 people in the oil city and trading market, and the crowds were so popular that the zombies smelled the human scent and rushed over immediately.

"Zhu Xiao, the zombies are back again, look." The imperial concubine pointed to the outside of the sentry tower and said anxiously.

Zhu Xiao frowned and hurriedly walked out of the sentry tower.

I saw bustling zombies in the distance, heading towards Oil City.

After Zhu Xiao saw this, he turned back to the guard tower, picked up the walkie-talkie and informed the minister of the return of the zombies.

After the third uncle received the news, he immediately ran out of the oil city.

It's only the sixth day, is the effect of the potion useless?

Ju Tianrui came up with his third uncle, looked at the zombies that were getting closer, and asked:

"Minister, do you want to recruit volunteers?"

The third uncle took a telescope and carefully observed the zombies walking outside.

A large number of zombies gathered on the hillside, and they are still there.

But the zombies that were far away from the hillside did not go to the hillside, but to the Oil City.

The number of zombies coming towards Oil City is not very large.

After seeing the situation clearly, the third uncle had a rough idea.

The effect of the potion has been reduced, but it still has an effect.

"Okay, let's start recruiting now."

The third uncle shook the rain off his raincoat and continued:

"It is estimated that the zombies on the hillside will return to the trading market soon."

"Then you watch the recruitment of volunteers, and after the recruitment is completed, let them wait on the wall."

"In addition, use the oil array in rotation, hoping to survive this natural disaster."

The third uncle's tone was a little heavy.

After hearing what his third uncle said, Ju Tianrui nodded and said, "Okay, I understand, I'll make arrangements right now."

"Wait a minute, you will send someone to meet Lao Xie and the others on the wall later," the third uncle added.

"receive."

After explaining this, the third uncle returned to Oil City.

Time is like running water.

A few hours later, the number of zombies under the wall of the trading market gradually increased and surrounded the trading market.

Zhu Xiao took the latest batch of volunteers to the trading market wall.

These volunteers have been asking almost every day in the past few days when the recruitment will be opened again.

Some people have completely exhausted their food reserves and can only rely on participating in the wall to stop zombies to obtain food.

After six days, the recruitment order was finally opened again.

The number of participants can reach tens of thousands.

So it took just over an hour to gather 4,000 people.

Zhang Shi participated again this time, looking as thin as ever.

Compared to half a month ago, there was a hint of vicissitudes and turbidity in his eyes.

He looked at the zombies gathering under the wall with an expressionless face, seemingly without any emotion.

The old uncle is dead, but he must live, otherwise he will fail to live up to the care he has taken over the past few years.

Now he has only one goal: to survive!

Live well!

He had been lying down for the past few days to conserve his strength, but he felt a little weak after being hungry for a few days.

I ate two corn tortillas just after climbing the wall. I felt something in my stomach and I didn't feel so weak.

Feeling the food digesting and his body warming up little by little, he closed his eyes and rested his mind, trying to reduce mental expenditure as much as possible.

Anyway, the zombies are not stacking up now. With the 20-meter-high wall of the trading market, safety is not a worry for the time being.

Zhu Xiao saw that the number of zombies could not pose a threat to the trading market for the time being, so he applied to let these volunteers go down first.

To avoid standing in the rain, which is also a waste of energy.

The third uncle naturally agreed.

Zhang Shi and others got off the fence and waited in Building No. 345.

.....

After another two hours, the number of zombies under the wall of the trading market reached a level that could be stacked.

The number of zombies at the foot of the hillside is also decreasing.

As time goes by, the zombie hill looks like some kind of animal shedding its skin.

Layers after layers of zombies descended from the zombie hill.

Another three hours passed.

The smell of the zombie potion has completely evaporated.

There are still dozens of zombies on top of the Big Mac. The cemetery is in a mess, with collapsed tombstones scattered all over the ground.

"Captain Xie, the people in Oil City said that the zombies have returned there, should we leave?" Changsheng looked at the surveillance screen. The surveillance was not as tightly blocked as before.

Although there are still zombies, at least we can see the cemetery outside.

"Um..."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Test it and see if you can start the car..." Lao Xie thought for a while and said.

It was not easy to come out this time, and I felt very stressed.

Although they could not see the scene of the zombies stacking up on the Big Mac from the outside, the roars of countless zombies in the past few days seemed to be ringing in their ears.

Although they were used to the roars of zombies, the sound in their ears still made them tortured.

After receiving Lao Xie's affirmation, Changsheng stood up and hurried to the cockpit.

"Self-check Big Mac operating status."

"Power is normal."

"The weapon system is normal."

"The brakes are OK."

"Put away the armor plates!"

Click, click, click!

The armor plates covering the front of the car were retracted, but the armor plates on both sides of the car were squeezed by the armor plates on the roof, so they stuttered when retracted.

"What's going on?" Lao Xie heard a strange noise and asked Jiuge quickly.

Jiuge pressed himself against the car wall and asked Changsheng to put away the armor plate again, and the clicking sound started again.
To be continued...