The three of them walked towards Xiao Jun holding steel pipes of different lengths.

"Captain Xiao."

Jie Changshan shouted to Xiao Jun from afar:

"Look at this weapon, how does it look like!"

Xiao Jun, who was talking, heard someone calling him, put down the loudspeaker, saw it was Jie Changshan, and walked over.

"Come and take a look." Xie Changshan handed over the 5.5-meter-long steel pipe in his hand.

Xiao Jun took it, surprisingly lightly.

The diameter of this steel pipe is about seven or eight centimeters, just enough for the palm of your hand to hold firmly without being too thin or too thick.

At the same time, he noticed that at the bottom of the steel pipe, there was a gun tip made of round steel. This gun tip had some weight.

Imagine standing on the wall with the tip of the gun pointing downward naturally, which is easier to operate.

"How many kilograms? This gun?" Xiao Jun raised the spear and waved it twice, feeling quite relaxed.

"9.9 kilograms, less than 10 kilograms. The heaviest thing is the gun head, which is about a kilogram."

"good."

"Come on, Captain Xiao, try these two specifications of spears. The minister said that you can get a few more specifications to adapt to different situations."

Xiao Jun put down the longest spear, and then picked up the 4-meter-2-meter spear to test it. It was obviously much lighter.

"The 4-meter-long one weighs about 7 pounds, and the 2-meter-long one weighs about three pounds."

"Very good, let's give it to those volunteers." Xiao Jun nodded with satisfaction and returned the spear to Xie Changshan.

"okay."

After testing the spear, Xiao Jun continued to pick up the loudspeaker and shouted to the first batch of volunteers:

"Did you understand what I just said?"

"You are not allowed to retreat without an order. Anyone who retreats will be killed! Never let a zombie climb the wall! Eight hours, I need you to hold on for eight hours! Do you understand?"

"clear...."

The voice was sparse.

Xiao Jun didn't encourage them anymore. After all, it was meaningless.

When the volunteers went up, the number of armed guards increased instead of decreasing.

Because once the oil array is closed, the number of zombies stacked on the wall will reach a terrifying number, and they don't know how effective this group of volunteers will be to stop them.

Therefore, for the sake of safety, it is still necessary to send some additional guards with guns to ensure that the wall will never be captured by zombies.

In addition to this layer of insurance, they also arranged some people in the trading market about ten meters away from the wall to prevent zombies from spreading if they break through the wall and fall down.

In addition, once you can't stand it anymore, you can also restart the oil array.

Suppress the zombie wave again.

.....

Ten minutes later, all volunteers were distributed and received spear weapons.

"On your side, you take the lead and serve as the first team on the east wall."

"You, as the second team..."

....

"Follow the order and line up on the wall. Don't mess around and don't run!"

Under Xiao Jun's arrangement, the two thousand volunteers were divided into four brigades and forty squads, each with fifty people, and walked towards the trading market in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest.

The overall trading market appears to be square, with the length and width being about the same.

Zhang Shi was assigned to Team 29 in the Southern District. Wang Dao was originally going to be assigned to another team, but he changed people just now and is still in the same team.

Moreover, Zhang Shi was also the captain of this team, and Wang Dao followed him.

The group of people followed Jiuge to the bottom of the wall.

In order to prevent them from escaping, some people were also arranged to watch them.

The closer you get to the wall, the louder the roar of the zombies becomes. The roar of the mountain and the tsunami is frightening to hear.

Zhang Shi tightened his grip on the spear in his hand, and the tail of the spear was wrapped with two circles of cloth.

It's raining heavily, and the steel pipes are prone to slipping when exposed to rain.

The purpose of the cloth strip is to prevent slipping.

After walking up to the wall, the firelight outside the wall dimmed a lot.

Mingsheng and Ma Dong watched these people come up and arranged fixed positions for them.

There was a commotion.

Zhang Shi placed the spear horizontally on the wall stack, with the tip of the spear facing outward.

He looked at the zombie wave in front of him, covering the sky and the sun.

Wherever he looked, there were zombies. In the rain curtain, the gradually dimming firelight shone on his face.

His expression was solemn, the situation on the wall was much more serious than he imagined.

The number of zombies outside was also much greater than he expected.

Since the outbreak of the apocalypse, he has never seen so many zombies. This is a number that is enough to make people lose their resistance.

The hands trembled slightly.

He no longer has the confidence he had just now, and no longer has the confidence to guarantee his survival.

So many zombies were attacking him, and he had to survive for eight hours. He... felt a little... no, it was difficult to survive.

He looked at Wang Dao next to him. Wang Dao's expression was the same as his, frightened.

He took a step down, walked to the side of Wangdao, and said in a dull tone:

"My name is Zhang Shi."

"Building 4, South District, in the corridor of the third room, my old uncle is sitting in the corridor. His name is Liu Beidou. He is an old man with white hair."

"If I die, it won't be in vain if you help me bring him the half piece of tortilla on my chest."

"Thanks."

It sounds like he is explaining his funeral...

Because facing so many zombies, no one dares to have 100% confidence in escaping unscathed.

Being bitten by this zombie will basically lead to death!

After Wang Dao heard what he said, he just nodded quietly.

"good."

This is not an exception on the wall of the trading market. There are also many people who are familiar with each other and ask each other to bring back the few remaining food if they die.

This is fighting with one's life and exchanging one's life for food.

There is no way out, only a fight.

Whether it is life or death, only God knows.

........

Tap tap tap——

Suddenly a new group of people came over the wall, led by Lao Xie and Wu Jianguo.

They brought more than 200 combatants up. In addition to the original more than 100 combatants, there are now nearly 400 combatants. In addition to Tang Ji, Wu Xing and others sent by Mr. Hu, the armed guards have reached

More than a thousand people.

Their existence can ensure that even if the volunteers cannot hold on, they can still control the stacked zombie tide by using thermal weapons from behind.

The wall of the trading market is a lifeline, involving the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in the trading market, so there cannot be any problems.

"The west district fence has been prepared."

"Eastern fence, completed."

"Southern District Wall, Completed."

"Northern District Wall, Completed."

After hearing the news from the people in charge of the various fences, Lao Xie, who was standing on the guard tower at the main gate, picked up the walkie-talkie and said: "Okay, get ready to fight!"

A gust of wind and rain blew by, blowing away the remaining long hair on Lao Xie's head.

Lao Xie stretched out his right hand and stroked it, maintaining his dignity as he was not bald.

Looking towards the oil array, the fire slowly faded.
To be continued...