Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 1720: Firewood Cars, Bicycle Team.
Two days later.

December 19th.

The heating pipes of Oil City have been laid, and now they have been laid in Oil City, Area A and Area B of the trading market.

Even a small part of Area C was paved.

The total population of the trading market reached 26.3, and the number of new survivors influx also dropped from more than 5000 per day to 2000 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 tens of thousands of meters.

After the mobile switch was laid, it was powered on for a test. It was found that the mobile switch moved very fast, was very sharp, and made a clanging sound.

The swiftly moving gate knife created gusts of air waves as it moved.

Buffer outside the city.

Chen Er and others were still guarding the construction site behind. While guarding, they would occasionally encounter some teams of survivors coming over.

They were all allowed to enter the buffer city, and then were inspected in the city wall of the trading market before they were allowed to enter 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, and saw a team of cyclists 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 rider in the front was a tall and sturdy man wearing a knitted hat and exhaling white mist from his mouth.

They rode to Chen Er, and the leading man looked a little hesitant. He stepped forward 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 afar. According to the scene described by people from the north, this should be the trading market.

Only when they approached the buffer city from the north did they see the convoy and ultraviolet lights outside the buffer city.

I approached the car with some doubt and saw a huge banner hanging on it:
[Please go through the east gate to enter the trading market! ]

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

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

Behind Chen Er and the others was the only entrance to the buffer city that had not been blocked.

The other three entrances were blocked by piling up sand and stones, first laying the bottom with stones and then covering it with sand.

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

However, the entrance to the buffer city needs to be closed, and the only option is to use sand and stone blocking.

It would take at least ten days to half a month to dig hundreds of cubic meters of sand and gravel using only manpower.

And as the weather got colder, the pile of sand and rocks was completely frozen.

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

Buffer the eastern entrance of the city.

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

In the past month, there have been all kinds of survivors coming to the trade fair, but bicycle teams are rare, and it is even rarer to see each person own a bicycle.

Most people who come here usually walk.

Some people would bring a wheelbarrow or push a cart.

As for those who drive, there are some, but they are fewer.

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

However, many people who drive cars use diesel fuel.

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

A fuel burner needs to be installed on the car to burn firewood or charcoal. Its working principle is similar to that of a car burning natural gas, which produces carbon monoxide through incomplete combustion, which is then filtered, dried, and sent to the internal combustion engine for combustion.
On average, hundreds of kilograms of firewood are needed to travel 100 kilometers.

It is actually very practical in the current doomsday environment.

Firewood can be chopped everywhere and is inexhaustible.

But the disadvantages are also great.

The operation is cumbersome, requiring someone to constantly add firewood, and the performance is unstable, the power is insufficient, and it often stops and starts, and even requires manual pushing.

If they happen to encounter zombies, and they lack power and speed, they will most likely be surrounded by zombies.

And you need to keep adding firewood, and you always need to stop and go. When the firewood is burned out, you have to go around looking for firewood.

Wherever he passed, there was thick smoke, which could be seen from far away.

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.

They were dressed in dark combat uniforms, thick pigskin boots, and UV-proof glasses. They were strong and sturdy, holding guns, and standing on the vehicles or on both sides of the vehicles.

At first glance, it is a powerful team.

In response to Chen Long's question, Chen Er pointed towards the entrance behind him.

"Yes, that's where you enter the trading market. Behind me is the buffer city, which is still under construction. The trading market is further inside."

"After you enter this entrance, walk two kilometers in a straight line and you will see the gate of the trading market."

Chen Long nodded and thanked:

"Thank you."

Chen Er withdrew his gaze and looked away.

There are a lot of people entering the trading market these days, and he is accustomed to seeing newcomers like Chen Long.

Chen Long looked at Chen Er, then looked at the people in the car to Chen Er's right.

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

Chen Er and his team left a space of nearly ten meters between the two cars and placed a sign in the middle: [Entrance to the Trade Fair]

Chen Long naturally saw it as well, but when he suddenly came here and saw so many people armed with real guns, he naturally did not dare to ignore them and go in directly.

Ask first to confirm, so as to avoid getting into trouble if you go to the wrong place.

They can't beat these people who have guns. Their strength is simply not on the same level.

After passing by Chen Er and the others, Bai Mao caught up with Chen Long in front and walked side by side with him.

"Brother Long, it seems that this trading market is really worthy of its reputation. We circled around from the north and came here. There are at least hundreds of cars and hundreds of people, all of them with guns!"

"And they appear to be wearing the same clothes. Could they be from the military?"

This was the first time he had seen such a big scene in recent years.

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

"Do not talk!"

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

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

Looking at their uniforms and weapons, I thought to myself: How domineering!
Supplies were scarce these days and clothes were no longer produced. Ordinary survivors had to piece together what they had, like picking up trash, a piece here and a piece there. They would be very happy for a long time if they could find a piece of clothing in decent condition.

But this group of people were able to 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 in fear and entered the buffer city.

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

The buffer city was filled with people, various engineering vehicles and machinery, at least tens of thousands of people.

There were so many people, they had never seen so many people in all these years.

Sometimes, they don't meet other survivor teams for a week. But here there are tens of thousands of people!
"The trading market is indeed powerful!" Hu Jing followed behind Brother Long and said in a low voice.

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

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

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

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

The workers who were passing by hurriedly did not stop because of their arrival. Most of them ignored them, but a few of them looked at them curiously, but then they looked away and continued to do their own things.

The buffer city is extremely large, covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of acres.

It is square in shape, with a length and width of more than 5000 meters.

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

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

“I just don’t know if the trade fair will give food to these people who built it in the past.”

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Chen Long glanced thoughtfully at the construction site behind them. They did bring some food, but they consumed a lot of it on the road.

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

"Should be able to, let's talk about it after we go to the trading market." Chen Long replied.

Then they saw that no one was paying attention to them, so they rode their bicycles towards the gate of the trading market.
soon.

They arrived at the gate of the trading market.

There were only a few dozen people in line ahead of them, and within two minutes it was their turn.

Entering the city wall, we found it to be very neat and tidy, with each checkpoint one after another, and it looked extremely formal.

With their eyes wide open and curious, and their minds buzzing, they went through three tests and 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 already more than 10,000 teams in the trading market.

Seeing this string of numbers, Chen Long took a breath. If the numbers were given to him in order, they would represent more than 10,000 teams in the trading market.

Even if a team consists of only 10 people, that would still be over people.

More than 100,000 people!

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

They handed in their knives and weapons, but they didn't have to hand in things like bicycles. However, they were required not to park them randomly in the trading market, but in a designated area, otherwise they would be penalized points.

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

People come and go, and the houses are lined up in a very regular pattern.

Directly opposite is the commercial district, which is 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 scenes in the trading market and were unable to 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 and said.

The other team members nearby also sighed:
"Yeah, how on earth did they build such a big place!?"

"Natural disasters have no effect on them?"

"I'll go, you see there's a taller city over there, I wonder what's going on in there."

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

The sign points to a row of bulletin boards at the edge of the wall.

There is a lot of information about the trade fair there.

It includes an introduction to the trading market, things to note, the use of points, etc.

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

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

Trading bazaar.

Business district.

Black Hand led a small team of members and walked along the main street of the commercial district.

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

In the other hand he held his butterfly knife, which was spinning and dancing 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 carry out a mission in the northwest, I returned it to him.

He handed it in again after completing the Northwest mission, but when he received the position of patrol team leader, he took it back.

And he never had to hand it in again.

As a level three personnel, he is allowed to carry some cold weapons even when he is not on patrol.

He can carry a butterfly knife like this with him.

This is the advantage of a high level.

He was walking on the main street of the commercial district. The survivors around him saw the green vest he was wearing and avoided him, not daring to offend him.

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

But his face remained expressionless and he looked calm and composed.

There was a sudden noise from the front.

"What the hell, are you trying to force me to buy or sell? Your product is of such poor quality, and you refuse to acknowledge my return?"

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

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

"Damn, look at this scratch, it's obviously your own fault!" the stall owner cursed, pointing at the scratch on the shoe.

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

"Anyway, I won't refund. I'll pay the points and get the goods. I haven't violated the rules of the trading market!"

Seeing that the stall owner refused to accept the return of the goods, the young man who was buying shoes rushed forward and grabbed the owner by the collar, "I'm telling you nicely, but you don't want to listen, right?"

The stall owner yelled shrilly:
"Someone come, 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 paid any attention to him.

Most people looked at him with an expression of watching a good show.

There were also a few people who looked at him with some pity, thinking to themselves: He must be doing this out of spite, how dare he pull someone’s collar?

and.

It's the end of the world, and you don't even look carefully before buying things, and you still expect a refund without any reasons seven days before the end of the world?
Still want the merchant to return the product to you?
play?

Young people are indeed easily fooled.

Just at this moment, Black Hand came over with his men.

(Ask for monthly ticket)