Two days later.

December 19th.

The heating pipeline laying in Oil City has now been completed in Oil City, Area A and Area B of the Trading Market.

Even Zone C has a small portion paved.

The total population of the trading market has reached 263,000, and the number of new survivors has also dropped from more than 5,000 per day to 2,000 new people per day.

The first layer of movable gate blades on the buffer city wall has also been laid.

The entire buffer city covers an area of ​​tens of thousands of acres, and its circumference is also tens of thousands of meters.

After the movable guillotine was laid, the power was turned on and tested. The movable guillotine moved very fast, was very sharp, and made a clanging sound.

The rapid and violent movement of the blade caused waves of air to rise.

Buffer outside the city.

Chen Er and others were still guarding the construction site behind them. During the guarding process, they would encounter some groups of survivors approaching from time to time.

They were all allowed to enter the buffer city, and then were inspected in the urn city of the trading bazaar before they could enter the trading bazaar.

"Old Zhang, look over there." Chen Er shouted towards Zhang Rufeng who was not far away.

Zhang Rufeng looked in the direction Chen Er was looking and saw a bicycle team riding towards them from the west.

Each of these people has a bicycle, and there is a huge package hanging on the back of each bicycle seat.

Riding at the front was a tall, muscular man, wearing a knitted hat and exhaling white mist.

They rode up to Chen Er. The man at the head looked hesitant and stepped forward and asked:

"Is this the entrance to the trading market?"

They rode down from the north and saw a huge city wall in the distance. According to the scene described by people from the north, this should be the trading market.

It was only after approaching the buffer city from the north that they saw the motorcade and ultraviolet lights outside the buffer city.

After approaching with hesitation, I saw a huge banner hanging on the car:

[Please go through the east gate to enter the trading market!]

And every other section of the road, there are arrows on the wall to guide you.

They followed the arrow's guidance and came to Chen Er's side.

Behind Chen Er and the others is the only unblocked entrance to the buffer city.

The other three entrances have been blocked. The method of blocking is to pile up sand and gravel, first using stones as a base, and then covering the top with sand.

The door has very high requirements and must be strong enough. It cannot be manufactured in a short time, so it is still made in the factory until now.

However, the entrance to the buffer city needs to be closed, and only sand and gravel can be used to block it.

Excavation of hundreds of cubic meters of sand and gravel would take at least ten days and a half by manpower alone.

And as the weather got colder, the pile of sand and gravel was completely frozen.

People and zombies from outside can't get in at all.

The east entrance of the buffer city.

Chen Er looked at Chen Long and the dozen or so people behind him.

In the past month, there have been a variety of survivors coming to the trading market, but bicycle teams are rare, and it is even rarer for each person to have a bicycle.

Generally, most of the people who come here come on foot.

Some even get a wheelbarrow or push a cart over.

As for those who drive, there are some, but there are relatively few.

It is very, very difficult to obtain fuel outside now, and those who can drive are not ordinary people.

However, many people who drive use wood-burning cars.

This kind of wood-burning vehicle was also called "generation combustion vehicle" a long time ago.

It is necessary to install a combustion furnace on the car for burning wood or charcoal. Its working principle is similar to that of a car burning natural gas. Carbon monoxide is produced through incomplete combustion, which is then filtered, dried and sent to the internal combustion engine for combustion...

On average, hundreds of kilograms of firewood are consumed to travel one hundred kilometers.

It is actually very practical for the current apocalyptic environment.

Firewood can be chopped everywhere and is inexhaustible.

But the disadvantages are also great.

The operation is cumbersome and requires a dedicated person to continuously add firewood. The performance is unstable and the power is insufficient. It often stops and goes, and even requires a human push cart.

If they happen to encounter zombies and they don't have enough power and speed, they are likely to be surrounded by zombies.

Moreover, you need to constantly add firewood, and you always have to stop and go. When the firewood is burned out, you have to go around to find firewood.

Wherever you walk, thick smoke billows and you can see it from far away.

While Chen Er was looking at Chen Long and others, Chen Long and others were also observing the group of people in front of them.

Wearing black combat uniforms, thickened pigskin boots, and UV-resistant glasses, all of them are strong and strong, holding firearms, standing on the vehicle, or standing on both sides of the vehicle.

At first glance, it looks like a powerful team.

Facing Chen Long's inquiry, Chen Er pursed his lips toward the entrance behind him.

"Yes, this is where you enter the trading bazaar. Behind me is the buffer city, which is still under construction. The trading bazaar is further inside."

"After you enter this entrance, walk two kilometers straight inside and you will see the gate of the trading market."

Chen Long nodded and thanked:

"Thanks."

Chen Er withdrew his gaze and looked away.

There are many people entering the trading market these days, and he is used to facing newcomers like Chen Long.

Chen Long looked at Chen Er, and then at the people in the car on Chen Er's right.

I didn’t dare to continue riding, but got off the bike and pushed my bike through the middle.

Chen Er and the others cleared a space of nearly ten meters between the two cars, and erected a sign in the middle: [Trading Market Entrance]

Chen Long naturally saw it too, but when he came over, he suddenly saw so many people with real guns and weapons, so naturally he did not dare to ignore them and go in directly.

Ask first to make sure, so as not to get into trouble if you go in the wrong direction.

They can't defeat these people with guns, their strength is not one-dimensional at all.

After passing by Chen Er and the others, Bai Mao caught up with Chen Long in front and walked side by side with him.

"Brother Long, it seems that this trading market is well-deserved. Let's go around from the north. There are at least hundreds of cars and hundreds of people here, and they all have guns!"

"And they seem to be wearing the same clothes. Could they be from the army?"

This was the first time in the past few years that he had seen such a big battle.

Chen Long glared at him, looked to both sides with some worry, and shouted in a low voice:

"Stop talking!"

"Stop talking nonsense, we can't afford to offend these people, talk less and stay quiet!"

"Oh." After being scolded, Bai Mao shuddered and looked at the people behind him with some fear.

Looking at their uniformly colored clothes and uniform firearms, I thought to myself: How domineering...

Materials are extremely scarce these days, and clothes are no longer produced. The ordinary survivors are piecing together things here and there, just like picking up garbage. They pick up a piece here and a piece there. If they can pick up a piece of clothing in good quality, they will be happy for a long time.

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But these people were able to wear the same clothes.

Although this is just a small detail, it can be seen from this detail that the people in the trading market are very powerful.

How can ordinary people have the ability to make clothes?

They crossed this section of road in fear and entered the buffer city.

When they entered the buffer city, they were instantly shocked by the crowd in the buffer city.

I saw people everywhere in the buffer city, various construction vehicles and machinery, at least tens of thousands of people.

There were so many people, they had never seen so many people in all their years.

Sometimes, they don't meet another group of survivors for a week.

But there are tens of thousands of people here!

"The trading market is indeed powerful!" Hu Jing followed Brother Long and whispered.

Chen Long looked at the trading market wall in the distance, his eyes flickering.

The wall of the trading market is more than 30 meters high, which is four or five times higher than the current buffer city wall, giving people an even stronger shock.
To be continued...