Bao Ma restored hundreds of millions of supplies in the apocalypse

At night, the snow in Xiangcheng is still there.

Falling down like pieces of feathers.

Suizhu and Zhuzhu lay in warm quilts and slept.

The cell phone on the bedside suddenly rang, Suizhu picked it up and took a look.

It was Wang Zexuan calling.

She glanced at Zhu Zhu, who was sleeping soundly next to her. Suizhu got up quietly while answering the phone.

"It's no longer possible, Azhu, the front line has retreated again."

There was tension in Wang Zexuan's voice, and Suizhu couldn't help but frown.

The front line retreated, which meant that Bai Zhi's logistics camp was also retreating.

Now, Bai Zhi's logistics camp is only 2 kilometers away from the duplex community.

This distance is very dangerous. If the front line cannot be defended, 100,000 zombies will flood into Xizheng Street.

In other words, in the duplex community where Suizhu is currently located, the downstairs will be crawling with zombies.

Those zombies, stacked one on top of the other, would climb out of the windows, break them, and crowd into the homes of high-rise residents.

Then bite these survivors hiding in the house into their own kind

"Azhu, what should we do now?"

Wang Zexuan was in the property office, and Zhou Weiran was sitting next to him.

Zhou Weiran was also on the phone, hoping to find more medical care and go to the logistics camp to help.

"What can we do? We can only accept the reality and try to cope with it. If we can't cope with it, then we should face death."

This is an inevitable process. Suizhu knows that more people died in the previous life.

The first wave of survivors who have not turned into zombies will go through a new round of elimination in this process.

People with special abilities will appear concentrated in the garrison team.

Those garrison troops who were unlucky, weak, and unable to defeat the zombies were all killed by the zombie virus.

The remaining garrisons who are physically strong will seize the opportunity to become superpowers.

But this process is very tragic.

Suizhu held her mobile phone, walked around the living room barefoot in a long shirt and pajamas.

She let her long hair hang loose, lowered her head and pinched her eyebrows.

"Go to the front line first. I have prepared some supplies in the basement. Send someone to the management building to get some crystal cores."

"Also, I have already agreed with Zhan Shen that you will send someone to pick up all the garbage near Bai Zhi Camp and pile it into the garbage dump in our community."

The garbage plant is near the second building.

Suizhu plans to make a transportation chain.

After she hung up the phone, she used some small crawlers and modified them into small garbage transport trucks.

After setting up the program, you can transport the garbage by yourself from the garbage dump and enter Suizhu's basement.

After modifying ten small garbage transport trucks, Wang Zexuan’s car also arrived.

Suizhu opened the bedroom door and looked at Zhuzhu, who was sleeping soundly in the bedroom.

She closed the door gently, left a note for Zhuzhu, took her down jacket and went downstairs.

Suizhu, Wang Zexuan and Zhou Weiran arrived at the Baizhi Camp 2 kilometers away in the freezing snowy night.

All the superpower garrison went to the front line.

The camp was full of garrison wounded.

Zhou Weiran got off the car, picked up a clean sterile surgical gown, carried her scalpel, and entered a tent.

That was a specially prepared surgical tent in Bai Zhi Camp.

There are already several surgeries being prepared inside.

The doctor holding the scalpel in his hand saw Bai Zhi coming and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. His surgical clothes were covered with blood and he shouted anxiously,

"Hurry up, there is an emergency operation there, if we don't save people, they will die."

Zhou Weiran didn't say anything, just picked up the knife and started preparing.

After a while, a little nurse ran out of the surgery tent covered in blood.

"Anesthetic, anesthetic, where is the anesthetic?"

Suizhu hurried forward and found an anesthetic injection in the medical garbage nearby.

She turned around and put the brand-new anesthetic injection in her hand into the little nurse's hand.

"Here, how much more anesthetic do you want? Give me a few."

While he was talking, another batch of garrison wounded soldiers arrived behind him.

Wang Zexuan, a layman, also stepped forward to help at this time.

He helped carry the wounded, one in each hand, just like carrying sandbags.

He squatted down again and signaled to the person behind him, "I can still carry one more on my shoulders, give it to me quickly."

Behind him, the garrison covered in blood was stunned for a moment. Seeing Wang Zexuan's constant urging, he helped up a seriously injured garrison and lay on Wang Zexuan's back.

Without any effort, Wang Zexuan held two in his arms, carried one on his back, and hurried to the gathering place for the injured.

There is a garrison there who is taking the temperature, but the thermometer in his hand is not enough.

Wang Zexuan turned around and saw Suizhu dragging a big basket over.

The thermometers in the basket were piled high.

All of them are battery-installed, one-color electronic thermometers.

Wang Zexuan didn't think too much, and helped drag the big basket from Suizhu's hand, and stuffed a thermometer into the hands of the injured.

There is still half of the thermometer left in the basket.

I don't know where Suizhu hid. When he came out, Suizhu dragged a basket of thermometers in his hand. The thermometer also had a tip.

She walked forward with a thermometer in each hand.

"Take your own temperature and register if you have a fever. Don't waste time."

Finally, Zhou Weiran, another doctor, and two nurses in the surgical tent all had two thermometers stuffed in their pockets.

No one noticed this small detail.

Only Bai Zhi returned to his camp after a busy night.

Originally, he thought he would be greeted with a chaotic scene, but it turned out that there were enough anesthetics, anti-inflammatory drugs, hemostatic drugs, thermometers, sterile surgical gowns, and needles...

There is no shortage of any urgently needed supplies.

After asking, Bai Zhi found out that her sister-in-law had arrived at their camp overnight yesterday, and her sister-in-law should have brought those supplies.

He dragged a suitcase full of crystal nuclei and found the tent where Suizhu was resting.

"sister in law."

With a smile on her face, Bai Zhi brought the stuffed suitcase in front of Suizhu.

"Thank you sister-in-law for sending us the supplies. These are for my sister-in-law."

"Sister-in-law, please calculate how many crystal cores are needed for the supplies last night. If it's more, it's my sister-in-law's hard work. If it's less, I'll replenish it for you."

As he spoke, there was an open-minded smile on his face.

Suizhu was leaning against the back of the chair with her eyes closed to relax, but she opened her eyes and looked at the expression on Bai Zhi's face.

After yesterday's tense retreat, Suizhu expected to see a somewhat heavy, sad and desperate look on Bai Zhi's face.

But no.

This man with a broken arm still looked so relaxed.

This made Suizhu's tense nerves relax.

She smiled and shook her head,

"There are too many crystal nuclei in your suitcase."

Suddenly, her tone paused, her eyes looked at the large suitcase delivered by Bai Zhi, and her lips pursed.

Bai Zhi asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"

"Ah, it's nothing, it's just that our child yesterday..."

Suizhu stopped talking halfway through.

Yesterday, Zhuzhu came home and dragged two suitcases of this size in his hands. The suitcases were bulging and filled with yellow-green crystal nuclei.

She said it was given to Suizhu by her father.

Suizhu was busy in his hands at that time and did not take Zhuzhu's words to heart.

But today she looked at the big suitcase that Bai Zhi sent over. It looked exactly the same as the two suitcases given by Daddy Piggy.

Suizhu knew that this kind of large suitcase was used by the garrison to store crystal nuclei.

This is not surprising.

The strange thing is that Zhuzhu's father can easily give away two suitcases of this size.

It proves that Daddy Pig's rank in the garrison team is not low.

In the past, Suizhu thought that Zhuzhu's father was a retired garrison and must be very old.

They should be recalled to the garrison team again, so that the garrison level that should be recalled will not be too high.

But can a low-level garrison take two suitcases of crystal cores out of the garrison camp for personal reasons?

Therefore, Zhuzhu's father should be a garrison at the same level as Bai Zhi.

It may even be possible that it is even higher than Bai Zhi's garrison level.

Bai Zhi is the battalion commander of this logistics camp, which can be regarded as an intermediate garrison in the Xiangcheng garrison team.

The garrison at the same level as Bai Zhi, or even higher than Bai Zhi, actually only has a few people in total.

These people are probably all on the front line of the battlefield now.

Bai Zhi chatted with Suizhu and let Suizhu rest.

He led some of the garrison troops who were still capable of action and walked around the logistics camp several times.

Not long after returning to the camp, many garrisons were suddenly withdrawn from the front line.

"The boss said we have to retreat. There are too many ordinary garrison troops and they can't hold it."

The garrison who withdrew was covered in blood, and his hands were bitten several times by zombies. The garrison who retreated behind him also had more or less injuries on his body.

Some of the garrison troops developed high fever while on the way back and were staggering when walking.

As soon as he arrived at the logistics camp, he fell to the ground.

After getting some rest in the tent, Suizhu hurriedly ran out of the tent in the spring night.

Everywhere you look, there are people wearing garrison uniforms. Their bodies are coming and going, and their movements are extremely hurried.

Suizhu saw some garrison troops closing their tents, and many garrison troops entered the injured tents and helped out the injured garrison troops.

She stepped forward to help, but a big hand grabbed her arm and pulled her body back.

Suizhu saw that Zhan Shen was standing behind her.

His brows were resolute, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow in the firelight, but his eyes were unexpectedly focused on Suizhu,

"Don't go there, go back to your place first."

The danger of approaching the wounded garrison is very high now, because no one knows whether these wounded garrison will turn into zombies in the next second.

Suizhu, a delicate woman, rushed up to help the wounded and guard, which was very risky.

Suizhu was stunned for a moment, then Zhan Shen grabbed her arm and led her towards her car.

He opened the car door, stuffed Sui Zhu into the driver's seat, and said in a low voice, "Go back."

For a moment, Suizhu felt a tragic feeling in his heart.

Before she could say anything to Zhan Shen, the car door was closed by Zhan Shen.

He patted the closed window and made a mouth shape for Suizhu,

"Go back, don't come back, keep the doors and windows closed."

The rest is all left to the garrison.

It can only be handed over to the garrison.

Suizhu's eyes suddenly became a little moist, and his eyes were red. He was still sitting in the driver's seat, looking at Zhan Shen through the transparent glass.

Zhan Shen suddenly felt unbearable.

Let such a watery woman live in such a chaotic and dangerous apocalypse.

Will she survive? Will she be entangled by a disgusting man like Liu Ming again?

Without the protection of a strong man, such a fragile and beautiful woman would probably have a very tragic fate in the apocalypse.

She holds a speargun and can't even aim at the zombies.

But Bai Zhi's logistics camp was too chaotic, and people kept coming to report news to him.

Zhan Shen took a step or two back and waved gently towards Suizhu.

Under Suizhu's gaze, he turned around without saying anything and headed back to the front line.

Such a quick glance made Suizhu feel heavy all the time.

She drove the car, pulled Wang Zexuan and Zhou Weiran along, and retreated all the way back.

Wang Zexuan's cell phone was constantly buzzing with messages, all of which were sent to him by survivors in Xiangcheng whom he knew well.

Back at the gate of the community, there were also a large number of survivors. Because they couldn't wait for Wang Zexuan to reply one by one, they stood guard at the door, anxiously waiting for Wang Zexuan and the others to come back.

Seeing Suizhu's car, everyone rushed up and asked,

"What is the situation on the front line? Why did you retreat again?"

Retreating several times within a day would put a lot of psychological pressure on anyone.

"Are those garrisons just eating shit? Don't they usually brag about how powerful the garrisons are? Why do they keep retreating?"

"It's only 2 kilometers away from our community. Now if we retreat, won't those zombies be closer to us?"

Someone was chattering about the garrison,

"What a useless thing."

Suizhu got out of the car, pursed her lips, and picked up a wrench in her hand.

She came to the group of survivors who were cursing at the garrison, raised her hands and started beating them.

Suizhu raised his voice a little out of control,

"Have you ever been to the front line? Have you seen how many injured garrison troops there are in the logistics camps on the front line?"

"Do you know how many garrison troops turn into zombies every day? They face zombies from all directions 24 hours a day. The corpses of zombies in the logistics camp are all wearing garrison uniforms."

"What have you done? Besides fooling around here, what have you done for Xiangcheng?"

"It's useless to say that the corpses are stationed in a plain meal. Then have you ever thought that if it weren't for these garrisons, you wouldn't have a chance to go out at all!"

Everyone was beaten back by the wrench in her hand.

Suizhu was very angry.

Some people are dissatisfied,

"You are the woman of the garrison commander, right? Your man is useless, and you are still here quibbling with us?"

Then a wrench hit him, "What am I arguing with you? Are you worth it?"

"If I let you go out to kill zombies, you will all be like little turtles. You will be satisfied if you do some snow clearing tasks all day long in exchange for two bites of food."

"Every single one of them is useless."

"Okay, now the zombies are pouring into Xiangcheng. Even the task of clearing snow is gone. You just wait to starve to death."

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