The heavy rain has been falling for two and a half months.

Oil City.

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

During this period, more than 5,000 survivors died in the trading market.

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 was a lot of moss growing on the steps near the meeting room in Oil City.

Continuous heavy rains and humid air cause many mosses to 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 and said 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 and motioned for them to sit down.

Sit down directly towards the chair in the center of the conference room.

In the center of the conference room, there is a huge sand table. This was made by Uncle San during these days.

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

But from this sand table, we can clearly see the oil city, trading bazaar, and even the topography of 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 our existing oil last?”

The first question is such an acute reality.

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

"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 preparations for the oil array, we can last for more than a month.

As long as the heavy rain stops, the zombie tide 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 didn't want to do this, as it would consume all the fuel in the oil city.

So many cars are like scraps without fuel.

Oil City's daily output of oil is limited. It is impossible to consume all the oil. Let's 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 to ensure 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 time.

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."

"Minister, please tell me." Suddenly hearing his third uncle calling him, Ju Tianrui responded quickly.

"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 members of the relevant 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.

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

"It has 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 we need to investigate 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!" After receiving the minister's accurate order, Xiao Jun nodded.

"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.

I am somewhat aware of 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 strictly controlled for 7 days, buying precious time for Oil City.

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

If there is one, there are two; if 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.
To be continued...