Northern Commonwealth.

Under the heavy rain, the members of the affiliated forces stationed here still did not choose to enter the inner city.

Faced with such a terrifying zombie wave, even if they fled into the inner city.

Under the pile of zombies, coming in from the outer city, they still piled up against the inner city wall.

But I just changed places and continued to fight zombies.

There isn't much difference.

However, the thunderstorms and natural disasters that lasted for more than a month and the piles of zombies caused them to lose a lot of manpower.

Relying on the tall walls in the north, there are not many zombies stacked up to fifty meters high.

Compared to the 20-meter wall in the trading market, the 50-meter wall here gave them better protection.

In addition, the northern border is built on mountains, with mountains to the east, west, and north, and plains in front.

The stacking of zombies basically occurs in the front, making the pressure they need to face much less.

Moreover, there are only a few thousand affiliated members in the North, and compared to the zombies attracted by the trading fair, there are not that many.

But.

After all, there are no oil arrays, no mobile knives in the north, and no firepower output as powerful as the Oil City.

This results in the mortality rate here being higher than that in the trading market.

They are just using their lives to stop zombies.

Carrying it to death!

Shan Zheng carried a knife full of zombie slime and climbed down the outer city wall.

Physically and mentally exhausted.

He somewhat regretted why he didn't just go south to Oil City like the Tianji Faction and the Garbage Group.

They see how strong Minister Li is.

Maybe if you go to Oil City, you won't have to enter this situation.

"Brother Shan, our Storm Party has lost four more in this batch." Chang Wei ran to Shan Zheng and said in a sad tone.

"well...."

Shan Zheng sighed and asked, "How many people are left now?"

"198 people."

Shan Zheng was stunned when he heard this number.

This means that in just this month, fifty people died.

Fifty brothers were just lost.

What made him even more desperate was that they had no idea how long this thunderstorm disaster would last.

If he continues to die like this, the entire team will be wiped out.

The Storm Party's loss of manpower was not the largest among the members of the affiliated forces.

The largest group is the Mighty Gang, which has dropped by one-third from its original team of more than 400 people.

Now there are only more than 200 people.

There are also reasons for this. Their gang leader Gao Weimeng died, and there was civil strife within the gang. Some people left the Weimeng Gang. After Li Chuhe took over, his command was not reasonable, which led to such heavy casualties.

The clothes are already soaked.

These days, the drying time of clothes is very short, and most of the time they are wet.

The wet clothes stuck to his skin, making him feel very uncomfortable.

After coming down from the fence, he returned to his residence.

Skillfully take off your jacket, then put on your short sleeves.

Use your hands hard, clatter~

The water on the clothes was wrung out.

Then came pants, socks, and finally a pair of briefs, shirtless.

He took down a towel hanging on the wall and wiped his wet hair and body.

There was red eczema on his back. It was itchy but he didn't dare to scratch it. If the skin was scratched and then soaked with water, it would be easily infected and inflamed.

call--

He sat down on the wooden bench, with a brazier in front of him.

He pulled out the ashes in the brazier and found that there were no sparks at all.

He stood up helplessly and found a flint.

The sofa in the middle was already in pieces, and most of the sponge inside had been sucked out.

Shan was digging around inside the sofa and grabbed a small handful of cotton.

Rub rub rub——

He used flint to light the cotton.

He hurriedly added some wood chips into it, which he dug out little by little with a dagger.

rub!

The flames gradually grew higher.

Warm.

He did not dare to relax at all and continued to add two pieces of slightly drier firewood.

This kind of firewood is a scarce commodity in the outer cities of the North today.

They had chopped down all the big trees in the entire outer city of the northern border, even the weeds on the ground.

Some shack tents in a run-down slum.

Everything that could be burned in the entire outer city was basically used.

The only thing I still have is some gasoline and diesel, which I have been reluctant to use.

Not much left.

After throwing two pieces of wood down, he put on some drying clothes next to the hanging brazier, and then hung up the clothes he had just taken off when he came in.

Crackling.

The wood has been placed in the room for several days, and it is still a little wet, and the white smoke has dispersed.

Cough cough cough.

Shan Zheng coughed a few times. The white smoke was not big, but it was bearable.

After stretching, he put his feet on the edge of the fire pot. His feet were swollen and the skin on them was pale and wrinkled.

After a few hours, the shoes were already soaked.

My feet were steamed dry and white steam was coming out.

He looked at the fire quietly, took out the food from the cloth bag hanging on the wall, and ate it one bite at a time.

He doesn't really like sleeping in the same room as others.

After all, he is also the leader of a gang, so he can still enjoy a brazier by himself.

This room is not big, only seven or eight square meters.

The smaller the room, the more concentrated the heat is and less likely to spread.

On the right wall, there are logs stacked two meters high, and next to the logs is a barrel of gasoline.

Next to the wall on the left is a wooden bed.

The brazier is in the center, and near the back is a broken small sofa.

He finished the food in his hands and stretched.

His whole body was warm, exhaustion came over him like a tide, and he felt sleepy. He climbed onto the small wooden bed with bare feet.

The brazier was only half a meter away from his bed, and he could feel the temperature of the flames even while lying on the bed.

After lying down for two minutes, he gradually fell asleep.

The white smoke in the room blew away along the gap that was less than the size of the head.

And in a few rooms next door.

The room is larger than Shan Zheng's room, and there is still a brazier in the center.

But there were many people in the room, and they all gathered together and tried their best to use the temperature of the flame to evaporate the water vapor on their clothes.
To be continued...