The strongest reserve for the doomsday

Once things come up from below, things are much simpler. In the house above, although there are no weapons, the tools are very complete.

The fat man and I made a small cart and carried these weapons and equipment out of the house, but the next thing was not as smooth as before.

"Dao Chief, we seem to have too many things, I'm afraid this car can't fit it. The

fat man opened the trunk of the Wuling car, glanced inside, and then said to me.

I walked over and took a look, and the bread was a bit small, and the seats in the back were really taking up a bit of space, and

it looked like the rear seats had to be removed to fit all these things.

But now we don't have a wrench, there are a lot of materials in it, but they are all disaster relief materials, wrenches or something, it's gone, it seems that it can only be an upper angle grinder.

"Uh-huh, but if you dismantle this table and chair in the back, you can barely fit it in. "

It's not easy to dismantle, is it?"

"What's so rare about this, just come to the angle grinder with two knives, and it will come down."

The iron sheet of the tables and chairs of Wuling Shenche is no better than those iron plates two or three centimeters thick, and when the angle grinder touches it, it can be done in a few seconds.

"That's great! I'm going to move the generator. "

Uh-huh!"

Although this angle grinder is very powerful, cutting this kind of car table and chair is like cutting tofu.

But the angle grinder is very noisy, and if the zombies hear it later, it will be worth the loss.

But if we don't cut through this table and chair, how can we just throw away a lot of weapons and ammunition for so long? Wouldn't that be a tyrannical thing!

On the one hand, we are reluctant to carry out these weapons and ammunition that we have managed to move out, and on the other hand, we have to run the risk of being flattened by a giant zombie.

Fortunately, I have experience in dealing with this kind of thing.

I

saw that the fat man had come out with an angle grinder and a generator, so I talked to the fat man.

"Fatty, you go a little farther ahead and make some noise, and I'll cut the seat here.

"Dao Chief, I'll try to make it as loud as possible over there, but the sound of this angle grinder here on your side is too loud, I'm afraid I can't cover it!"

"I've thought about this for a long time, and there is that hand-cranked air defense siren here on the first floor." You take it and shake it.

"Damn, Daoist, when the time comes, I will be surrounded, remember to come and save me." "

Don't worry!" the

fat man was unexpectedly easy to speak, and I dismissed it with such a reassuring sentence.

I saw him go inside the house, take out the primary air raid siren sounder, cross the street, and run to the north of Lin'an.

"Don't run too far

!" "Uh-huh!" After

about a minute or two, a sharp and long air raid siren sounded from the direction of the fat man,

which was probably the loudest sound in the city since the end of the world.

The fat man created this rare time gap for me, I hurriedly started the angle grinder, got it to the car, lay down, aimed at the bracket of the chair and grinded it, "squeak squeak~"

The angle grinder rubbed against the iron sheet of the bracket, sending out a little spark, and the time was only 3 seconds, and the bracket of this

table and chair had been cut by me.

Then, in less than 3 seconds, the bracket on the other side was already removed by me.

And the noise of this angle grinder is simply negligible compared to

the sound of the air defense siren on the fat man's side! "Ma Dan, this mistake! The sound of this TMD angle grinder is so small! I knew that I should not let the fat man shake the air defense siren, this angle grinder did not attract the zombies over, and this air defense alarm sounded like this, it is estimated that the zombies from all over the country rushed over to confess their relatives!".

I hurriedly threw the dismantled table and chair to the side of the road, and then prepared to shout in the direction of the fat man.

Just as I was shouting, I suddenly remembered that the fat man was waving the air defense siren over there, and the noise over there was so loud that even if I tore my throat here, he couldn't hear it.

If you look for him in the past, it is a bit dangerous not to have a car.

I thought about it and calculated, it's better to let the fat man go where it is cool, and I'll load the weapons and ammunition into the truck first.

It stands to reason that the fat man shouldn't be stupid enough to keep shaking the air defense siren at a location over there.

Sure enough, after the fat man had been rocking the air raid siren for about five minutes, he stopped, and then I saw him rushing from the north, gesturing at me from the side.

I knew the gesture all too well, and that was what it meant for TMD to run away!

"Damn, you fat man, what are you poking again?"

I shouted in the direction of the fat man as I dropped the last box of ammunition into the car, opening the door and starting the car.

"Dao Chief, the zombie army has been killed, numb, there are so many zombies during the day, see you for a long time

!" "See a chicken feather, it's important to get in the car and run away!"

"Dao Chief, you have all your weapons and ammunition loaded?" "

Mmmm, it's almost loaded, and there is a generator angle grinder left."

"I'm going to move here!" I

looked towards the fat man, and saw that not far behind the fat man, about the width of a house and a street, a black zombie was moving towards this side.

"You don't want to die if you want money! The zombies are all coming, we have those things, hurry up and get in the car and run away!"

"The fat man heard me say this, and when he looked back, the zombie army behind him had already turned to us and ran over, if he didn't run away quickly, it was estimated that he would be here today."

"Hum hum ~ hum hum ~ "

I stepped on the accelerator, but I didn't dare to step too deep, for fear that the engine of this Wuling god car would not be able to pull the cylinder. We'll all be gone.

As soon as the fat man got into the car, I loosened the clutch and slammed the accelerator on the other side, and our car, because it was already overloaded, had an unusually difficult start.

When I was already in first gear, and the clutch had been lowered, and the accelerator was not small, the car started slowly and leisurely with difficulty.

Then I had to slam on the gas pedal to get our car running faster than we could walk.

This is true for the first gear, and even more so for the second gear.

After a long acceleration process of about 20 seconds, it feels like we are finally accelerating to the same speed as riding a bicycle.

The pointer of the speedometer, after reaching 30, no longer moves.

And when I look at the temperature of the water thermometer now, it is rising rapidly.

Glancing into the rearview mirror, the zombies that are now following behind, although they haven't caught up, but the problem is that we can't get rid of them now, which causes this large group of followers to follow behind.

Moreover, I am not sure how long this Wuling god car can hold out when I step on the accelerator so much.

If we really drive like this, I estimate that there are two possible situations:

first, the car will run out of fuel due to high speed

, and the fuel consumption is too great! Second, the engine load is too high, it cannot dissipate heat, the water temperature is too high, and the cylinder is pulled!

No matter which one it is, it will break us down in the middle of the road anyway.

And once we stop here, we'll be surrounded by zombies.

One or two zombies to deal with, but so many zombies. Even if we have weapons and ammunition, it's too late to load the bullets!"

"Fatty, you go and get some rockets in the back and blast down the zombies that follow behind."

"Dao Chief, I don't think they have caught up either!"

"Numb, just you are leisurely! When you catch up, it will be too late, and our car will not last long if it goes on like this."

After saying "oh oh",

the fat man turned around, took out an 82-bar rifle from the box in the back, loaded the bullet, stretched out half of his body from the window, and fought towards the back

.

While fighting, he said to me:

"Dao Chief, rockets are precious, let's save on the revolution, save some use, I will sweep him with a rifle first."

"You can't do this!" I

saw that the water temperature gauge on the car was now in the red position, and the sound of the engine was starting to become hoarse, so I hurriedly released the accelerator and let the car slide forward on the ground by inertia.

Then I took out the RPG rocket that the fat man had treasured for a long time from under the seat.

I am very familiar with the operation of this kind of rocket, even at night, I can directly operate the launch.

Now although I was driving, but the speed was not fast, and there were no other vehicles on the street, I took the direction and stretched the RPG out of the window, and then immediately stretched out half of my body, aiming at the center of the zombie army that was catching up behind me, and without hesitation, I pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh~",

before the rocket exploded, I immediately retracted the cab

, it's not that I want to load 13, but if I don't correct the direction again, I'm going to overturn.

I asked while readjusting the vehicle

: "Fat man, did I hit that shot just now?"

"Da ~

" After the fat man finished firing a shuttle of bullets, he also shrank back from the outside and said:

"No, but Dao Chief, you hit a tree on the side, and now that tree has fallen, it has blocked a lot of zombies." "

Haha, you know a hair, I'm aiming at the tree

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