Before Zuo Ruxue could contact Oil City, Cugu, who had been sitting silently next to him, suddenly said.

"Captain, why don't you use a loudspeaker to lure the zombies away?"

"!!!"

Zuo Ruxue was as stunned as a statue, and the corners of the mouth of the concubine next to her also twitched.

Really...

Cleverness leads to cleverness. They didn't even think of such a simple solution.

Zuo Ruxue silently put the radio station back and turned off the play button.

He picked up the walkie-talkie and said to Xiao Hu:

"Hang the horns on those two drones and lead the zombies to the farmland beside the road."

Xiao Hu was anxious at this time and didn't know what to do, but after hearing Zuo Ruxue's method, he slapped his face.

"Why can't I think of such a simple solution? It's really..."

wry smile.

He just listed various methods, but it seems that he can't reach the trading market on time.

But the method Zuo Ruxue mentioned is simple and efficient, and it can also arrive at the trading market on time.

He said awkwardly: "Okay, I understand."

Then, he asked Xiong Hong to fly the drone back and install a super-volume speaker.

The rear of the convoy.

Quiet.

The imperial concubine and Zuo Ruxue were both a little embarrassed. It was really a shame. They couldn't think of such a simple solution, and they even formulated various solutions in a serious way.

I didn't expect that Cugu, a person who usually has no brains, would give the best solution at this time.

Really......

In fact, many times, smart people always complicate things.

Some problems that should be easy to solve turn out to be very complicated.

After the drone was equipped with a super-loud speaker, it flew forward unsteadily.

After flying above the heads of thousands of zombies, a huge trumpet sounded.

"The vast horizon is my love..."

"Stay!"

The zombie swarm shook and gathered together to catch the drone in the air.

Xiong Hong, who controlled the drone, slowly flew towards the farmland to the west of the road, with the zombies following closely behind.

Ten minutes later, the zombie swarm followed the drone and left the main road.

When Xiao Hu saw this scene from the drone, he let out a long sigh.

"Why didn't I think of such a simple solution?"

He used the walkie-talkie to contact Zuo Ruxue at the rear and told her about the situation of the zombie swarm.

The convoy accelerated, and after a few minutes they passed the road that was originally crowded with zombies.

After the drone passed by the convoy, it turned off its horn and returned to the sky above the convoy.

The sky was gray, as if covered with a layer of fog.

The temperature has dropped a lot compared to the previous 30 degrees.

The temperature is in the twenties, neither hot nor cold, but just right.

Chang was riding a motorcycle with a sidecar, and the breeze was blowing, which made him feel quite comfortable.

Two hours later, they successfully arrived outside the trading market.

"Holy shit, there are so many people!" After arriving at the trading market, Xiao Hu did not stay in the armored vehicle, but climbed onto the roof of the vehicle.

I saw a bustling crowd in front of me, in small groups, carrying various tattered packages, and most of them holding water containers such as bottles and cans in their hands.

Among the crowd, some were pushing wheelbarrows, some were driving dilapidated pickup trucks, and some were riding bicycles with a small cart behind them...

All kinds of colors, different from each other.

When Xiao Hu's convoy arrived, it caused a sensation among the survivors.

After they saw a flag set up on the car and a big tree mark carved on the car, they all moved out of the way to let the convoy pass.

This big tree is the symbol of the oil city and trading market.

Symbolizes hope and vitality.

Be a towering tree in the apocalypse and provide a shelter for the survivors.

Such a great idea was widely spread among the survivors.

I don’t know who was the first to say this, but now, most of the survivors think that the big tree means this.

The third uncle and others who knew the origin of the symbol of this big tree burst into laughter after hearing this folk explanation.

When the camphor tree base was first established, it needed a symbol, so the shape of such a big tree was designed.

Unexpectedly, through everyone's brainstorming, the mission, vision and values ​​of their force were all figured out.

Moreover, it sounds extremely positive and provocative, giving a great impression to many people who heard about Oil City for the first time.

Over time, Third Uncle and the others acquiesced in this statement and did not explain that there was actually a large camphor tree base behind the Oil City.

Seven or eight sidecar motorcycles with machine guns mounted on the passenger seats.

The armored vehicle at the front of the row, its long gun barrel exuded a terrifying power that made people palpitate.

The tall truck drove by in the wind and the ground shook.

In the crowd, the survivors pointed at the convoy and started talking.

"Look, that's the motor convoy from Oil City. Did you see that armored vehicle? It's so fierce."

"Oil City is so powerful..."

"I'm actually curious about where they went? It seems that the last time I entered the trading market, I saw them coming from the north. This time they came from the south. Could it be that they went out to collect supplies?"

"Well...it's possible."

"I guess, maybe Oil City has sub-bases in other places. After all, with so many trucks, they must not be empty. They must be filled with various supplies! It's most likely food!"

"How to say?"

"This is not simple. There is no food grown in the trading market. Although I have not been to the Oil City, it looks like a small area from the outside. It is impossible to grow enough to support the food supply of the entire trading market! So there must be external sources of oil.

The city delivers food!”

"I think what you said is wrong. Many people take all kinds of food to trade and sell in the market. They may also just act as intermediaries, collecting food from some people and then selling it to everyone."

"Tch! You really don't understand!"

"Then tell me!"

"What is the most sold food in the market?"

"Tortillas and multigrain tortillas, what's going on?"

As he spoke, the man paused, feeling something was wrong.

How could ordinary survivors obtain so much staple food such as corn and sweet potatoes?

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wild sweet potatoes do exist, but wild corn is rare.

Moreover, the tortillas supplied in the trading market are so large and very stable that they are definitely not sold through survivors.

"I understand, what you said makes sense. Then, as you said, the Oil City fleet transports food. Where does their food come from?"

The bald man's eyes flashed, then he shook his head and said:

"I don't know, and I don't want to know. If you are interested, you can wait for the convoy to go out next time and follow them."

"I wouldn't dare!" Another man looked at the convoy with some fear.

He knew that although the trading market provided a safe haven for the survivors, he also knew that the manager of the trading market had killed many people who rioted inside.

It wouldn't be fun if he followed the convoy and got caught.

No force now dares to touch the tiger's beard in Oil City.

The motorcade drove slowly towards the gate of the trading market.

There is an open space around the trading market. There is not a single tree in the two kilometers surrounding the trading market. It is flat and neat.

When the trading market was built before, all the trees around the trading market were cut down in order to enhance the view.

Later, due to a thunderstorm natural disaster, a terrifying zombie wave broke out. The trading market used an oil array to stop the attack. The oil flowed and burned, burning the open space outside.
To be continued...