Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 1629: Full steam ahead to start the era of large-scale infrastructure construction!

Before Zuo Ruxue could contact Oil City, Bugu, who had been sitting next to her in silence, suddenly spoke.

"Captain, why don't you use the horn to lead the zombies away?"

"!!!"

Zuo Ruxue froze like a statue, and the imperial concubine next to her twitched her lips.

Really
Their cleverness backfired. They failed to come up with such a simple solution.

Zuo Ruxue silently put the radio back and turned off the play button.

He picked up the intercom and said to Xiao Hu:

"Hang the speakers on those two drones and lead the zombies to the farmland beside the road."

Xiao Hu was anxious at this moment and didn't know what to do, but after hearing Zuo Ruxue's idea, he slapped himself in the face.

"How come I can't think of such a simple solution! Really."

wry smile.

He had just listed various methods, but none of them seemed to be able to arrive at the trading market on time.

But the method Zuo Ruxue mentioned is simple and efficient, and can also arrive at the trading market on time.

He said awkwardly, "Okay, I get it."

Afterwards, he asked Xiong Hong to fly the drone back and install an extra-loud speaker on it.

The rear of the convoy.

Quiet.

Both the Imperial Concubine and Zuo Ruxue were a little embarrassed. It was really embarrassing that they couldn't think of such a simple solution and even went to great lengths to formulate various plans.

I didn't expect that Bugu, who usually has no brains, would come up with the best solution at this time.

Really
In fact, many times, smart people always complicate things.

Some problems that should be easy to solve are complicated.

After the drone was equipped with a loud speaker, it flew forward swayingly.

After flying above the heads of thousands of zombies, a huge horn sounded.

"the vast horizon is my love"

"stay!"

The zombies were shaken and gathered together to try to catch the drone in the air.

Xiong Hong, who was controlling the drone, slowly flew towards the farmland west of the road, followed closely by the group of zombies.

Ten minutes later, the zombies followed the drone and left the main road.

When Xiao Hu saw this scene from the drone, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why didn't I think of such a simple solution?"

He used the walkie-talkie to contact Zuo Ruxue in the back and told her about the situation of the zombie group.

The convoy accelerated, and a few minutes later they passed the road that was originally crowded with zombies.

After the convoy passed, the drone turned off its horn and returned to the air above the convoy.

The sky was gray, as if covered by a layer of fog.

The temperature has dropped a lot compared to the previous 30 degrees.

The temperature is around 20 degrees, neither too cold nor too hot, just right.

I often ride a sidecar motorcycle, feeling the breeze and feeling quite comfortable.

Two hours later, they successfully arrived outside the trading market.

"Damn, so many people!" When they were about to arrive at the trading market, Xiao Hu did not stay in the armored vehicle, but climbed onto the roof.

I saw a bustling crowd of people in front of me, in groups of three or five, carrying all kinds of tattered packages on their backs, and most of them holding bottles and jars of water in their hands.

Some people in the crowd pushed wheelbarrows, some drove dilapidated pickup trucks, and some rode bicycles with a small cart behind them.
All kinds of shapes and sizes, each one is different.

When Xiao Hu and his convoy arrived, it caused a sensation among the survivors.

When they saw a flag erected on the car and a big tree mark carved on the body of the car, they made way to let the convoy pass.

This big tree is the symbol of the oil city and the trading market.

It symbolizes hope and vitality.

Be a towering tree in the end times, providing a shelter for the survivors.

Such great ideas are widely circulated among the survivors.

I don’t know who said this first, but by now, most of the survivors think this is what Dashu meant.

Uncle San and others who knew the origin of the tree symbol laughed after hearing this folk explanation.

When the camphor tree base was first established, a symbol was needed, so the shape of a big tree was designed.

Unexpectedly, after everyone's imagination, they have come up with the mission, vision and values ​​of their force.

It also sounds extremely positive and inspiring, leaving a very good impression on many people who hear about Oil City for the first time.

Over time, Uncle San and the others came to accept this statement and did not explain that there was actually a large camphor tree base behind the oil city.

Seven or eight sidecar motorcycles with machine guns mounted on the passenger seats.

The armored vehicle at the front of the line, with its long gun barrel, exudes a terrifying power that makes people's hearts flutter.

Tall trucks drove by in the wind, causing the ground to shake.

In the crowd, the survivors pointed at the convoy and talked a lot.

"Look, that's the Oil City's motorcade. Do you see that armored vehicle? It's really powerful."

"Oil City is really strong."

"I'm actually curious about where they went. It seems that the last time I entered the trading market, I also saw them coming from the north. This time they came from the south. Could it be that they went out to collect supplies?"

"Well, it's possible."

"I guess, maybe Oil City has branch bases in other places. After all, there are so many trucks, they must be filled with various supplies! Most likely food!"

"How to say?"

"That's easy. The trading market doesn't grow food. I've never been to Oil City, but from the outside it looks so small. It's impossible to grow enough food to support the entire trading market! So there must be food being transported to Oil City from outside!"

"I think what you said is wrong. Many people take all kinds of food to the market to sell. It is also possible that they are just acting as intermediaries, collecting food from some people and then selling it to everyone."

"Tsk! You really don't understand!"

"Then tell me!"

“What is the most popular food sold at the trade fair?”

"Corn tortillas and multi-grain tortillas, what's up?"

As he spoke, the man paused, he felt something was wrong.

How could ordinary survivors get so much staple food such as corn and sweet potatoes?

There are wild sweet potatoes, but wild corn is rare.

Moreover, the tortillas supplied in the trade market are so large and so stable that it is absolutely impossible for them to be sold by survivors.

"I see. What you said makes sense. As you said, the Oil City convoy is transporting food. Where does their food come from?"

The bald man's eyes flashed, then he shook his head and said:

"I don't know, and I don't want to know. If you're interested, you can wait for the convoy to leave and follow them next time."

"I dare not!" Another man looked at the convoy with some fear.

He knew that although the trading market provided safe shelter to the majority of survivors, he also knew that the managers of the trading market had killed many people who rioted inside.

If he followed the convoy and was caught, it would not be fun. Now no force dares to touch the tiger whiskers of the oil city.

The convoy slowly drove towards the gate of the trading market.

There is an open space around the trading market. There is no tree within a radius of two kilometers around the trading market. It is flat and neat.

When the trading market was built, all the trees around it were cut down to enhance the field of vision.

Later, due to a thunderstorm disaster, a terrifying zombie tide broke out. The trading market used an oil array to block the zombies. The oil flowed and burned, burning the open space outside.

After the thunderstorm ended, the ground was naturally formed into a surface similar to an asphalt road after being exposed to the sun.

But beneath the ground, there are countless corpses of burned zombies.

Soon, the convoy arrived at the gate of the trading market.

They took a special channel and didn't have to queue.

"Old Cao!" Xiao Hu, sitting on the roof of the armored vehicle, shouted to Cao Le, the captain of the gate guard team.

When Cao Le saw Xiao Hu on the roof of the armored vehicle, a smile appeared on his face.

"I thought you would be late, but you turned out to be on time."

Xiao Hu smiled and said, "Let's talk later. We can invite Ding Meng to have a meal together later."

"to make!"

Just as their convoy entered the city wall, Uncle San was walking on the wall of the Oil City.

Standing on his left and right were Lao Luo and Ju Tianrui, followed by Zhong Chuchu and Lao Huang.

"The headquarters has already discussed this and unanimously decided to continue allowing survivors to enter the trading market." Uncle San said to them as they walked.

Upon hearing this, Lao Luo glanced at Ju Tianrui, who was half a step behind his uncle.

He opened his mouth and said:
"But Minister, there is always a limit to the number of people that the trading market can accommodate. Judging from the current situation, I am afraid that it will not be able to accommodate so many survivors in the later stage. In addition, it is also a huge challenge for management to have so many people coming in."

Uncle San had heard his second brother raise these two questions before.

Uncle San stopped and looked towards the trading market.

"So, the city lord decided to start building a buffer city for the trading market, making full use of the current skyrocketing population and building the buffer city as quickly as possible!"

"Where is the food?" Ju Tianrui asked.

Uncle San smiled and said, "The 20,000 acres of greenhouses in the North and the headquarters base have a bumper harvest, which is fully capable of supporting the food supply of the large infrastructure!"

Old Huang nodded silently from behind.

He was transferred from the North to the trading market later, and he is very familiar with the situation in the North.

The North covers a large area. When he left, greenhouses had been built and crops were planted. With such a large area for growing food, it would be no problem to feed a population of more than 100,000.

Lao Luo has been in the trading market for a long time, and as a combat sequence, he doesn't know much about the food productivity of the headquarters base and the North.

I was a little shocked when I heard my uncle say that the North Territory and the headquarters base could actually support so many people.

"Minister, what is the expected scale of the construction of the buffer city?"

The third uncle thought for a while and said:

"Take the headquarters base as a reference. The initial setting is 30,000 acres, half of which will be used as an agricultural planting area. The use of the remaining land requires further research."

"However, we can start the construction of the wall in the near future. Let's start the work as soon as possible!"

Old Huang was following behind, and when he heard about this big event, his mood was a little mixed.

Originally, the Oil City was just a place of only a few hundred acres, dedicated to providing oil reserve resources for the large camphor tree base.

After the construction of the trading market, it expanded to an area of ​​3,000 acres and accommodated a population of 100,000.

Now we have to go a step further and build a buffer city of 30,000 acres.

Just imagine, by that time, the entire oil city will form a three-section wall like the headquarters base.

With the oil city as the center, the outside is the trading market, and the outermost is the buffer city.

It is estimated that we will be able to see such a grand occasion in the near future.

The materials, water and manpower needed for construction are no longer a problem.

In terms of population, many survivors in the trading market need to go out to search for supplies, and they would be happy to be given a stable job.

As for water resources, the canal between Nanhu Bay and the trading market has been opened, and water resources are inexhaustible.

As for materials, there are cement plants, steel plants and other factories in the industrial zone of the trading bazaar.

Even the materials for making the greenhouse have been sourced. This is a complete set of equipment and materials that Dongfeng and his team transported from Jinling a while ago.

It seems that all conditions are met.

Old Huang was somewhat impressed. Right now there was a drought and the clouds in the sky were unpredictable. No one knew what would happen next. However, the leadership of the Dazhangshu Base was able to see the opportunity for development under such circumstances and promoted the development of the oil city in one fell swoop.

This requires great courage!

But after careful consideration, he felt that the decision made by the top management of the Dazhangshu Base was actually the best choice.

Respond to ever-changing situations by remaining constant and vigorously develop your strength.

Keep calm!

After hearing what Uncle San said, Lao Luo pondered for a long time and asked:

"Are we not taking care of the northwest recently?"

Uncle San asked back, "Have there been any unusual reports from Black Hand and Zheng Shiwu recently?"

Lao Luo shook his head and said:

"Not yet. The northwest is also experiencing a drought problem. They used artificial rainfall, which produced the same result as our headquarters base's artificial rainfall yesterday, producing hail.

In addition, they dug snow from the foot of the Qilian Snow Mountain to meet their water needs.

There were no other military actions.”

The third uncle thought for a while and said:

"Well, leave them alone for now. Let Hong Gongcao and Jing Dagan continue to follow our original plan, and send more spies from the northwest to paralyze them and weaken them!"

"Yes!" Lao Luo nodded.

"in addition."

The third uncle suddenly said:

"The headquarters base has one more request, which is to build a boiler for heating. Let's post a task in the task hall of the trading market and collect coal from nearby mines so that we can stockpile some coal.

In addition, efforts are being made to cut down trees and stockpile timber.”

Ju Tianrui asked doubtfully:

"The Natural Disaster Research Institute at the headquarters is skeptical. Will there be extreme cold weather in the future?"

Uncle San looked at Ju Tianrui in surprise. He didn't expect that he had guessed it.

"Correct."

"The Natural Disaster Research Institute has two inferences. One is that the accumulated clouds in the sky may cause natural disasters such as heavy rainstorms and floods. The other possibility is global freezing!"

"We have done enough to prepare for floods and rainstorms, but there is still a lot we can do to prepare for global ice disasters."

"Without heating in the coming winter, I'm afraid many people will die."

Ju Tianrui and Lao Luo listened with heavy hearts.

Natural disasters continued to occur, and they survived them one after another and developed to this point.

It's really not easy.

No one knows how long heavy rains or global freezes will last once they occur.

But they must make all possible preparations before the natural disaster strikes.

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