Chapter 1358 Doomsday Sect

Heavy rains have been falling for two and a half months.

Oil City.

During this period, oil formations and volunteer teams took turns taking the field.

During this time, more than 5,000 survivors died in the trading bazaar.

Nearly three thousand of them died due to disease and famine.

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

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

But every number is a living life.

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

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

Continuous heavy rains and humid air make many mosses grow rapidly.

Tap tap tap——

A sound of footsteps came from outside the conference room.

The third uncle stepped up the steps and walked to the door of the conference 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 the long table and waiting.

"minister."

"minister."

"minister."

After everyone saw the third uncle, they all stood up to say hello.

The third uncle patted the water drops on his shoulders. Even though he was wearing a raincoat, the rain was too heavy and some rainwater still dripped on his shoulders.

He waved his hands to everyone, motioning for them to sit down.

He sat down directly on the chair in the center of the conference room.

In the center of the conference room, there is a huge sand table, which the third uncle had people make during this period.

The sandbox model is not small, occupying half of the space on the desktop.

But from this sand table, we can clearly see the topography of the oil city, trading bazaar, and even a few kilometers in radius, as well as the pattern of zombie siege.

The third uncle sat on the chair, knocked on the table, and asked Dongtai beside him:

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

The first question is such an acute reality.

Dongtai held a notebook, stood up and said, "Half and a half months."

"What? Didn't the oil well resume production? Why can it only last for half a month?" Lao Yi asked with a shocked look on his face.

Ju Tianrui sighed:

"If the oil wells had not resumed production, except for the oil that could not be used, the rest of the oil would have been consumed long ago."

The third uncle frowned slightly and continued to ask:

"If the fuel you were asked to set aside for helicopters and vehicles is used in the oil array, how long can it last?"

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

Coupled with the current oil output and the preparation for the oil array, it can last for more than a month.

As long as the heavy rain stops, the zombie wave will not retreat.

This is a truth that everyone knows.

More than a month

For more than a month, if the volunteers at the trading market are rotated, this time can be doubled.

But Uncle San doesn't want to do this, which will consume all the fuel in the entire oil city.

So many cars are like scrap without fuel.

Oil City's daily output of oil is limited. It is impossible to consume all the oil. Just wait for Oil City to produce oil and then refine it.

However, there is no way out now.

If this heavy rain continues, they can only continue to consume oil.

A lot of food was also consumed. Except for those that ensured the supply of one's own people, other food could only be used to recruit survivors a dozen times at most to go up the wall to stop the zombies.

The current situation is difficult.

well.

Lao Xie sighed, "How long will this thunderstorm natural disaster last?"

What he said expressed what everyone was thinking in their hearts at this moment.

This natural disaster lasted for so long that it gave people a feeling of despair.

For two and a half months, I have been surrounded by tens of millions of zombies, like dark clouds in the sky above my head, making me breathless.

The third uncle looked as usual, his eyes as calm as lake water.

"Ju Tianrui."

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

"Over there at the trading market, yesterday you told me that there was a spread of the Pantheon sect, and you found out all the people involved in the sect."

"killed!"

When the third uncle said the word "kill", his tone was extremely cold.

This is not the first time he has encountered this kind of doomsday sect. This kind of thing is extremely sensitive.

Fortunately, it was discovered early, otherwise when that sect develops and grows, it will cause great disaster to the trading market.

After people are brainwashed, they can do anything.

There is no fear of death at all. When people go to extremes, self-immolation is a completely normal thing.

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

"It has now been preliminarily 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 full god."

"It is advocated that belief in all gods can eliminate fear and prevent one from falling into hell after death."

"No, some of them believe this kind of nonsense?" Lao Xie frowned, his expression a little unbelievable.

"After all, the rain has been raining for too long, and many survivors are just afraid. If they are ill and seek medical treatment indiscriminately, they can easily be brainwashed." Xiao Jun explained at the side.

"Minister, there are currently 98 members of the cult. The members of the cult are growing rapidly. When I learned about this, they only had 67 members. Do they need to be investigated immediately?"

The third uncle knocked on the table and said:

"Check! We will never tolerate it!"

"Everyone who believes in this sect will be killed by me. Kill them cleanly."

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

"in addition."

The third uncle continued:

"Dongtai, has that Big Mac been repaired?"

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

"Well, then quickly prepare food and water, carry the Big Mac, and let the Big Mac leave the trading market tomorrow."

"hiss!"

Everyone was surprised when they heard this, and then they were happy.

Most of the people in the conference room are from the inner city of Da Zhangshu Base, and the others are also core outer city personnel.

To some extent, he also knew about the existence of zombie attracting potions.

When the minister said this, he must be using zombie attracting potion again.

The last time the zombie attracting potion was used, the zombie wave was controlled for seven days, buying precious time for Oil City.

Unexpectedly, there were even more, which undoubtedly gave everyone a reassuring shot.

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

Everyone who was originally worried that the heavy rain would not end in Oil City suddenly gained confidence and confidence.

After clearing the clouds and seeing the dawn, it seemed that the zombie wave outside was no longer so scary.

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

The reason why Third Uncle is using it now is to stabilize the morale of the army.

Third Uncle can clearly feel in these days that everyone has a sense of decadence and military morale is somewhat slack.

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

Besides, no one knows how long the thunderstorm will last.

This uncertainty filled their hearts with worry.

In order to stabilize the morale of the army, Uncle San hesitated and used the medicine again and again.

This last pot of potion was originally used by Uncle San as his last trump card, and would only be used as a last resort.

However, military morale is more important.

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

Maybe the zombies didn't even rush in, and the interior 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 the third uncle didn't tell them that this was the last pot of medicine.

As long as they feel that Oil City can persevere no matter what, it is enough to achieve this point.

"Great!" Lao Yi looked excited and clenched his fists hard.

No one said the words "zombie attracting potion".

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

So even though they knew it well, they still kept mumbling, and no one said anything about it.

The last time Big Mac came out of the city with a potion, the effect was remarkable.

Lao Xie and others returned without any damage, and the Big Mac's protective power was extremely amazing.

Potions are also very effective.

This gave them great confidence.

"Minister, who should 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 took the initiative to ask for help.

Lao Xie quickly stood up and said, "I'd better go. I was the one who went there last time and I have experience."

Lao Yi also stood up at this time and said:

"Ju Tianrui, you have to help the minister manage a lot of things in the oil city. You can't go."

"Lao Xie, you've already been there once, and I took so many risks. No matter what I say, I won't let you go the second time."

He looked at his third uncle and said with firm eyes: "Minister, I'll go this time."

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

The third uncle glanced at him and said, "Why are you joining in the fun?"

Li Zhengping is young, has not encountered enough things, and is not so steady.

Although I have grown a lot during my time in this oil city, it is not enough.

Carrying potions out and walking back and forth among the zombie waves requires extreme calmness and strong command capabilities.

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

I almost couldn't come back several times, especially when going down the hill, I almost overturned the car.

It takes an extremely strong heart to do this.

Li Zhengping is not qualified and experienced enough.

When Li Zhengping saw the look in his third uncle's eyes, he hesitated to speak again to prove himself.

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

"What are you doing?" Li Zhengping complained a little.

He is preparing to prove impassionedly that he can do it and is not afraid of death. The Li family has never been afraid of death, and the Da Zhangshu Base has never been afraid of death!

This is what he considers to be the most passionate speech he prepared.

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

"Let's not join in the fun."

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

Liu Jinglue’s head was full of black lines, wasn’t it, this brother, didn’t he have any idea how much he weighed?

As far as he knew, Li Zhengping couldn't even drive!

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's that 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'm calling you eldest brother. If nothing else, the people who went out to perform this mission are all combatants from the outer city. They are all extremely experienced. Can we suppress them?" Liu Jinglue held his forehead and whispered.

"But."

Li Zhengping said somewhat unconvinced:

"But, I am also leading a team now. Now I am trading market patrol officers, and I have a small team under my control. Why can't I lead the team out?"

Liu Jinglue revealed ruthlessly: "The people you lead are all non-staff. Can they be the same thing?"

While the two were discussing in low voices, Ju Tianrui in front asked Ying again and said:

"Minister, let me go."

He actually had some small thoughts. When he returned from taking the team on a mission, 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 Oil City.

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

In the Da Zhangshu Base, although Ju Tianrui has been controlling the Oil City, when Uncle San and Li Yu are away, he is basically equivalent to the actual Lord of the Oil City.

but.

In terms of position level at the Da Zhangshu base, there is no difference between Ju Tianrui and Lao Yi, Lao Xie, Lao Bi, and even Xiao Jun.

They are all combat captains belonging to the inner city personnel.

However, Xiao Jun followed Ju Tianrui before the end of the world, so Xiao Jun respected Ju Tianrui and gave in.

Before Ju Tianrui took charge of Oil City, Lao Yi was also on duty in Oil City.

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

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

"Lao Yi, you argue with me about this kind of thing, are you really?" Ju Tianrui looked at Lao Yi speechlessly.

Seeing their heated argument, Third Uncle frowned.

"This time the mission will still be carried out by Lao Xie."

"But."

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

Lao Xie glanced at Lao Yi and said, "You are just tired, you are so incompetent!"

"Okay, stop arguing. We are already dozens of years old. Why should we argue? This matter has been settled. Lao Xie will carry out this mission." The third uncle made the final decision.

"yes."

"Okay, Minister."

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

He just looked at Lao Xie with some envy.

Once this kind of thing is done, it can be used to show off.

They heard that the city lord planned to reorganize the existing positions and divide the personnel of the entire Da Zhangshu Base into different ranks.

Combat merit is the standard for positioning ranks.

If you take a Big Mac out with you, wouldn't that be a proper military achievement?

“Okay, that’s it, let’s break up the meeting.

"Xiao Jun, you will deal with that later. The Panshen Sect should deal with it cleanly."

"Well, Minister, in our trading market management regulations, there seems to be no relevant regulations for the control of things like sects. In short, they did not violate our regulations. What can we say then?"

Xiao Jun asked quickly. He had thought of this just now.

The third uncle's expression was a little strange.

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

"If they don't accept it, drive them out of the trading market!"

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

"In the future, this regulation will be added to prohibit the spread of any cult in the trading market."

"Yes!" Xiao Jun understood.

(asking for monthly ticket)