Brother Liu didn't dare to snatch it, because once he was caught by the management, he would die.

Someone had done this before and was killed.

After eating two pieces of corn crumbs under his fingernails, he was a little confused.

How about volunteering yourself?

If Zhang Shi can do it, I should be able to do it too.

I just don’t know what the death rate is. Judging from Zhang Shi’s state when he came back, he must be quite tired, right?

But after all, even if you die on the wall, at least you can have a meal before the break...

He is a little afraid of death.

After struggling for a long time, he still couldn't make up his mind.

Forget it, let's wait until the kid wakes up and ask him.

Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, he was stunned.

There was nothing going on in my mind, I was just hungry.

.....

.....

Lao Xie got off the fence and A Hong took his place.

He hurried back to Oil City and had a short meeting with Xiao Jun and Changsheng.

Just after the first batch of volunteers at Changsheng distributed food, during the next registration, only 30% of the people signed up again.

After counting the mortality rate, 2,000 people in the first batch of volunteers went up and 1,850 people came down.

150 people died.

The mortality rate is about 7%, which is not high.

However, the number of people who signed up again was only 555, a sharp drop of three-quarters.

If all the volunteers on the fence behind were in this situation, they wouldn't be able to last for many days.

After all, there will be a certain number of people who are willing to volunteer to climb the wall.

After discovering this problem, the third uncle immediately asked Xiao Jun and Lao Xie to return to Oil City and hold an emergency meeting to discuss the matter.

soon.

Lao Xie returned to Oil City.

meeting room.

The third uncle frowned and looked at Changsheng and asked:

"The mortality rate is not high, only 7%. Why are there so few people signing up again?"

The re-registration rate is only 30%. These people who participated in the war were originally more experienced, but they stopped coming.

Changsheng sighed, raised his head and looked at his third uncle and said:

He opened his mouth and said, "To put it simply, I'm too tired and hungry. I can't hold on any longer."

"Minister, the condition of the first batch of volunteers who have just come down is indeed not good. Some of them can barely stand. After eight hours of fighting and a sixteen-hour rest, it may not be too bad to go on the field again.

Much fighting power..."

"In addition, for them, two tortillas are too little, but they have to fight zombies for eight hours with high workload and risking their lives."

"What a loss."

"I guess their thinking is that the food they were given was too little and they were too tired. After going up there, they were hungrier after coming down than before..."

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Chapter completed!