Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 1358 Doomsday Sect
The heavy rain has been going on for two and a half months.

Oil City.

During this period, the oil team and the volunteer team took turns to play.

During this period, more than five thousand survivors died in the trade fair.

Nearly three thousand of them died of disease and famine.

The other two thousand people were on the wall fighting the zombies, and all died in battle.

This only accounts for one twentieth of the trading market's nearly 100,000 people.

But every number is a living life.

This is the end of the world, human life is like grass.

There is a lot of moss growing near the steps inside the Oil City Conference Room.

The continuous heavy rains and humid air cause many mosses to grow rapidly.

Tread-tap-

There was a sound of footsteps coming from outside the meeting room.

Uncle San walked up the stairs and arrived at the door of the meeting room.

He took off his raincoat, shook it twice, and hung it on the hook next to him.

There were more than a dozen people sitting in the conference room, sitting around a long table waiting.

"minister."

"minister."

"minister."

When everyone saw Uncle San, they all stood up and greeted him.

Uncle San patted the water droplets on his shoulders. Even though he was wearing a raincoat, the rain was so heavy that some raindrops still fell on his shoulders.

He waved to everyone, indicating that they should sit down.

He walked straight to the chair in the middle of the conference room and sat down.

In the center of the conference room, there is a huge sand table, which was made by Uncle San recently.

The sandbox model is not small and occupies half of the space on the desktop.

But from this sand table, you can clearly see the oil city, the trading market, and even the terrain within a radius of several kilometers, as well as the pattern of zombie siege.

Uncle San sat on a chair, knocked on the table, and asked Dongtai beside him:

"Except for the oil that cannot be used, how long can our existing oil last?"

The first problem is such a sharp reality.

Dongtai held a notebook in his arms, stood up and said, "Half a month."

"What? Didn't the oil well resume production? How come it can only last for half a month?" Lao Yi asked in shock.

Ju Tianrui sighed:

"If the oil wells had not been restored, the remaining oil would have been consumed long ago, except for the oil that could not be used."

Uncle San frowned slightly and continued to ask:
"If we put the fuel we asked you to save for helicopters and vehicles into the oil field, how long can it last?"

"Half a month to twenty days." Dongtai answered truthfully.

Combined with the current oil production and the oil prepared for the oil array, it will be able to last for more than a month.

The zombie tide will not retreat until the rainstorm stops.

This is a truth known to everyone.

More than a month
If the volunteers for the trading fair are rotated over a month, this time can be doubled.

But Uncle San didn't want that to happen, as that would consume all the fuel in the entire oil city.

So many cars would be like waste without fuel.

The daily output of oil in Oil City is limited. It is impossible to consume all the fuel and then wait for Oil City to produce oil and then refine it.

But now there is no way out.

If the heavy rain continues, they will have no choice but to continue consuming oil.

A lot of food was also consumed. Apart from the food needed to ensure the supply of their own people, the rest of the food could only be used to recruit a dozen survivors to the wall to block the zombies.

The current situation is difficult.

Ugh.
Old Xie sighed, "How long will this thunderstorm last?"

What he said expressed what everyone was thinking at the moment.

This natural disaster lasted for so long that it made people feel despair.

For two and a half months, we have been surrounded by tens of millions of zombies, which are like the dark clouds covering the sky above our heads, making it hard to breathe.

Third Uncle looked normal, his eyes as calm as a lake.

"Ju Tianrui."

"Minister, please speak." Ju Tianrui quickly responded when he suddenly heard his uncle calling him.

"Over at the trading market, you told me yesterday that there was a Pantheist sect spreading around. Find out all the members of the sect."

"killed!"

When Uncle San said the word "kill", his tone was extremely cold.

This was not the first time he had encountered this kind of doomsday sect, and this kind of thing was extremely sensitive.

Fortunately, it was discovered early, otherwise, once that sect grew stronger, it would have caused great harm to the trading market.

After people are brainwashed, they can do anything.

They are not afraid of death at all. When people reach extreme levels, self-immolation is a very normal thing.

Ju Tianrui heard this and said, "Minister, when I told you yesterday, I had already asked Xiao Jun to investigate the matter thoroughly."

"We have already made preliminary investigations and found out that this sect was created by a small group. They took advantage of the fear of many survivors and established their leader Zhou Chushan as a god."

"Advocating faith in the Almighty God can eliminate fear and prevent one from falling into hell after death."

"No, are there any of them who believe this kind of nonsense?" Old Xie frowned, looking somewhat incredulous.

"After all, the rainstorm lasted too long, and many survivors are just frightened. They are desperate to seek medical treatment from all directions, which makes them easily brainwashed," Xiao Jun explained.

"Minister, there are currently 98 members of this cult, and the number of members is growing rapidly. When I learned about this, they only had 67 members. Do we need to conduct an immediate investigation?"

Uncle San knocked on the table and said:
"Investigate! No tolerance!"

"Kill all those who believe in this sect. Kill them all."

"Yes!" After receiving the minister's accurate order, Xiao Jun nodded.

"in addition."

The third uncle continued:

"Dongtai, has the behemoth been repaired?"

"It's been repaired." Dongtai looked at his uncle with some confusion.

"Well, then quickly prepare food and water, transport them to the Big Mac, and have the Big Mac go to the trading market tomorrow."

"hiss!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and then they were delighted.

Most of the people in the conference room were from the inner city of the Dazhangshu base, and the others were core outer city personnel.

I know at least a little bit about the existence of zombie attracting potions.

The minister said this, which means he will definitely use the zombie attracting potion again.

The last zombie-attracting potion controlled the zombie tide for as long as 7 days, buying precious time for the Oil City.

I didn't expect that there was such a thing. This undoubtedly gave everyone a reassurance.

Where there is one there are two, and when there are two there are three.

The people who were originally worried that Oil City would not be able to survive the rainstorm suddenly felt reassured and confident.

When the clouds parted and the sky became bright, it seemed that the zombie horde outside was not so scary anymore.

But what they didn't know was that Uncle San only had one last can of zombie attracting potion.

The reason why Uncle San is using it now is to stabilize the morale of the troops.

Uncle San could clearly feel these days that everyone was feeling decadent and the morale of the troops was somewhat low.

This is understandable. After all, the heavy rain has lasted for two and a half months, and the city is surrounded by tens of millions of zombies. Anyone who sees so many zombies would doubt whether the Oil City can withstand it.

Besides, no one knows how long the thunderstorm will last.
This uncertainty filled them with worry. In order to stabilize the morale of the troops, Uncle San hesitated and finally used the potion.

Uncle San originally intended to use this last can of potion as his final trump card, to be used only when absolutely necessary.

However, military morale is more important.

If the military morale is low, it will spread from top to bottom and the consequences will be disastrous.

Maybe the zombies didn't even rush in, but the inside collapsed first.

On the other hand, he wanted to send a signal to everyone through this method.

Don't be afraid of anything, we still have a secret weapon.

But Uncle San didn't tell them that this was the last can of potion.

It would be enough to make them feel that Oil City can hold on no matter what.

"That's great!" Old Yi was excited and clenched his fists tightly.

No one uttered the six words "zombie attracting potion".

They had all been warned by the city lord not to discuss this matter.

So even though they knew the truth, they still kept it a secret and no one spoke out about it.

The last time Big Mac took the potion out of the city, the effect was remarkable.

Lao Xie and others returned unscathed. The defensive power of the Big Mac was extremely amazing.

The effect of the medicine is also very good.

This gave them great confidence.

"Minister, who will lead the team this time?" Ju Tianrui hesitated for a few seconds and asked a key question.

"How about I lead the team?"

Ju Tianrui volunteered.

Old Xie quickly stood up and said, "I'll go. I was the one who went last time, so I have experience."

Old Yi also stood up at this time and said:
"Ju Tianrui, you have to help the minister manage a bunch of things in Oil City, you can't go."

"Old Xie, you've already been there once, and you took so many risks. I can't let you go a second time no matter what."

He looked at his uncle and said firmly, "Minister, I'll go this time."

"Minister, I think I can do it too." Li Zhengping raised his hand.

Uncle San glanced at him and said, "Why are you joining in the fun?"

Li Zhengping is young, has not encountered many things, and is not that steady.

Although I have grown a lot during my time in this oil city, it is still far from enough.

Carrying the potion out and moving back and forth among the zombie tides requires extreme calmness and strong command ability.

After Lao Xie came back, he talked with Lao Yi and others about the thrilling experience along the way.

We almost couldn't make it back several times, especially when we were going down that small hill, we almost overturned the car.

It takes an extremely strong heart to do this.

Li Zhengping is not qualified, nor is he experienced enough.

When Li Zhengping saw the look in his uncle's eyes, he stiffened his neck and was about to speak again to prove himself.

But he was pulled down by Liu Jinglie next to him and sat on the stool.

"What are you doing?" Li Zhengping asked with some complaint.

He was just about to passionately prove that he could do it, that he was not afraid of death. No one in the Li family had ever been afraid of death, and no one at the Big Camphor Tree Base had ever been afraid of death!

This is the most passionate quote he prepared.

"If you keep talking, I'm afraid the minister will beat you up."

"Let's not join in the fun"

"You, Jinglie, I didn't expect you to be so timid." Li Zhengping looked at him with some contempt.

Liu Jinglie was frowning. No, brother, don’t you have any idea of ​​your own weight?
As far as he knew, Li Zhengping couldn't drive!

"It's not that I'm afraid, but I know we can't do it."

"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean I can't do it!" Li Zhengping said angrily.

"Brother, I call you brother. Putting aside other things, the people going out to carry out this mission are all combat personnel from outer cities. They are all extremely experienced. Can we suppress them?" Liu Jinglüe whispered, holding his forehead.

"But."

Li Zhengping said somewhat unconvinced:
"But I am also leading a team now. There is a small team of patrol officers in the trading market under my charge. Why can't I lead the team out?"

Liu Jinglue ruthlessly exposed him, "The people you lead are all non-staff members. How can they be the same?"

While the two were discussing in low voices, Ju Tianrui in front of them volunteered again:
"Minister, please let me go."

He actually had some little ideas. By taking the team out to carry out the mission and returning, he could also wash away some of the mistakes he made when the natural disaster just broke out.

On the other hand, he really wanted to go out and save the trading market and the oil city.

"Old Ju, I've told you not to argue with me. I'll go." Old Yi didn't give Ju Tianrui any face at all.

In the big camphor tree base, although Ju Tianrui has been in control of the Oil City, when his uncle and Li Yu are not around, he is basically the de facto lord of the Oil City.

but.

In terms of position level in the Big Camphor Tree Base, there is no difference between Ju Tianrui and Lao Yi, Lao Xie, Lao Bi, and even Xiao Jun.

They are all combat captains of the inner city personnel.

However, Xiao Jun had followed Ju Tianrui before the end of the world, so Xiao Jun was more respectful to Ju Tianrui and was more humble.

Before Ju Tianrui took charge of the Oil City, Lao Yi had been in charge of the guard duty in the Oil City.

Lao Yi even survived a terrible typhoon disaster in the Oil City. At that time, the zombies were blown into the Oil City, and they hid in the buildings.

In Lao Yi's heart, he also has feelings for the Oil City.

"Old Yi, you argue with me about things like this, you really are..." Ju Tianrui looked at Old Yi speechlessly.

Uncle San frowned as he watched them arguing.

"This time, Old Xie will still be in charge of the mission."

"But."

"Minister, Lao Xie is tired, let me do it"

Old Xie glanced at Old Yi and said, "You are tired, you are weak!"

"Alright, stop arguing. You're in your forties, why are you arguing? It's settled. Old Xie will carry out this mission." Uncle San made the final decision.

"Yes."

"Okay, Minister."

Seeing that the minister had made up his mind, Ju Tianrui and Lao Yi finally gave up and had no choice but to give up.

I just looked at Lao Xie with some envy.

Once something like this is accomplished, you can use it to show off.

They heard that the city lord was going to reorganize the existing positions and divide the personnel of the entire camphor tree base into different job levels.

Military merit is the standard for determining job rank.

Taking the Big Mac out with you would be a clear military achievement.

"Okay, that's it, meeting adjourned.

"Xiao Jun, you will go and deal with that thing, the Pantheon Sect, and clean it up."

"Well, Minister, our trading market management regulations don't seem to have any regulations regarding the control of sects. In short, they didn't violate our regulations. What should we say then?"

Xiao Jun asked quickly, he had just thought of this.

Uncle San had a strange expression on his face.

"Do I need to explain anything to them? In our territory, they have to listen to us!"

"If you don't agree, kick them out of the trading market!"

At this point, driving them out of the trading market is actually the same as killing them.

"From now on, add this regulation to prohibit the spread of any evil cults in the trading market."

"Yes!" Xiao Jun understood.

(Ask for monthly ticket)