Chapter 1762: Minus Sixty Degrees!

"Oil City? What place is it?" the skinny old man asked doubtfully.

"Have you ever heard of this place?" The spotted man looked at the other people.

Little Carrot and the middle-aged veteran shook their heads. They had never heard of this place.

Yu Qiang's face showed a look of reminiscence and he said:

“I used to have a small team in Nantong, and I met another team there. Their captain was named Wang Ou, and I had a good relationship with him.

Then one day I took people to find him and found that they were all gone. In their shelter, he left a letter for me, asking me to go to Oil City. "

"At that time, my radio received the signal from the M City Hope Fortress. Since Oil City is in the Central Plains, compared to M City, the Oil City side is too far away."

"So I came here. I never thought of falling into a trap. I am the only one left in my team."

The spotted middle-aged man frowned and asked:

"Central Plains? There are seven or eight hundred kilometers away from here. How can we get there in such a cold weather? Without transportation or food, we will freeze to death on the road."

Another old man thought for a moment and said:

"It was indeed unrealistic in the past. The most important thing for us now is to escape from this hellish place. I don't want to be someone else's food. I would rather freeze to death outside than sit here and let others slaughter me!"

"Well said."

The tall, thin veteran nodded and said:

"Even if you die outside, it's better than staying here. Please tell me your plan of action carefully."

Yu Qiang narrowed his eyes and said:

"When I entered this room, I had already observed that climbing up the toilet on the left side of the hall outside can lead directly to the ventilation duct. Climb forward and turn two turns to get to the elevator baffle. Then we will walk along the ventilation duct. Go down the elevator passage."

"But."

The spotted man struggled and said:

"Then we have to leave this room first. How can we get out if they don't open the door?"

"Besides, even if they open the door, how can we break through their obstruction? They will never let us leave!"

Yu Qiang raised his head and looked at the other people around him.

"So, the strength of the five of us alone is not enough, we also need their strength."

"The problem is how to get them to cooperate with us?" Little Carrot Head asked.

The old man understood what Yu Qiang was thinking, "What do you mean, tell other people that they are going to attack us soon, let them make a fuss, and we can take the opportunity to escape?"

"Yes, it's just like Brother Liu said. Everyone is locked up here anyway. If we encourage them, there will definitely be people willing to fight with us!" Yu Qiang said seriously.

The middle-aged man who was a veteran nodded and said: "Okay, without further ado, let's get started."

Oil City.

Snowflakes were flying, and hundreds of people were walking back and forth on the long fence.

Wang Ou, who was on patrol on the buffer city wall, sneezed.

Aqiu~

Who is scolding me again?

It's such a cold weather, I guess it's frozen.

He woke up and threw the snot against the wall. After a while, the snot was frozen.

Looking to the east, he inexplicably thought of an old friend.

I had made a friend, Yu Qiang, in NT City before. They all knew Yu Qiang's team and Meng De's team at the time. The three teams relied on each other in Nantong.

In the apocalypse, it is rare for teams not to attack each other.

The three teams are all familiar with each other. Although they are not merged together, they have all been in contact with each other and have even traded some supplies with each other in the past.

When he, Meng De and others followed the people from Oil City and left Tongshi, they also thought about asking him to go to Oil City together, but they couldn't find Yu Qiang and didn't know where he had gone.

So he left a note when he left, so Yu Qiang saw it and went to Oil City to find him.

"I don't know if he is still alive. In such a cold weather, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive outside."

He shook his head and stopped thinking about Yu Qiang.

Now they are patrolling the wall and are facing some problems.

The snow under the wall is now 6.5 meters thick, and the wall is only 8.5 meters. In other words, the snow below is only two meters from the top of the wall.

And because gasoline has been used to burn snow and melt snow into ice, the ice layer below is very solid. Even if the snow on the surface is melted, it will quickly freeze into ice, and there may still be a six-meter-thick ice layer behind it.

Doesn't make much sense.

"Brother Wang."

A man behind Wang Ou walked over in small steps, interrupting Wang Ou's thinking.

"What's wrong?" Wang Ou glanced at Chen Chen with confusion on his face.

Chen Chen swept the snowflakes off his eyebrows and asked:

"The greenhouse construction that was just restarted two days ago has been completely suspended today. So, is it possible that we will also be asked to withdraw?"

"It looks like we can't hold on for a few more days. We should be able to retreat in the next two days." Wang Ou replied.

Chen Chen nodded, and the two walked side by side on the wall.

The snow under their feet rustled under their feet.

They have been on duty on the fence for many days and know the situation here very well.

Moreover, the snow ten meters away from the wall is now eleven meters high.

If it weren't for the area in the middle blocking the falling snow, their side of the wall would have been covered with snow.

However, if it continues to snow now, it may not last long.

Those of them patrolling the wall were all terrified.

Sizzling——

beep——

A loudspeaker sound suddenly sounded in front.

In the wind and snow, they saw a member of the combat brigade trotting over with a trumpet.

"Notice, notice!"

"Remove the ultraviolet lamp, close the heating gate, get off the fence and return to the market."

A Dong walked up to them with a loudspeaker and shouted to them:

"After receiving the latest notice, we have to go down the fence and remove the ultraviolet lights. The heating gate is closed. Let's go down the fence!"

"Act quickly!"

"Oh, okay." Wang Ou nodded after hearing this.

A Dong took the loudspeaker and ran to inform.

Soon, the news of a complete retreat under the wall came from the walkie-talkies carried by Wang Ou and others.

The reason why A Dong ran to inform with a loudspeaker was to ensure that the news reached everyone's ears.

This avoids the situation where some people don’t hear the intercom and don’t know to retreat under the fence.

The perimeter of the buffer city wall is several kilometers long, and patrols are extremely dispersed.

When issuing a notification order, especially an order related to life and death, for the sake of safety, notification will be made in two ways.

As the notice was issued, the patrols on the fence quickly removed the ultraviolet lights on the fence.

Ever since the blizzard fell, there have been no traces of zombies.

But just in case, the UV lights were kept on.

Now that the fence is going to be built, the ultraviolet rays cannot be left here to be buried in the snow.

Not to mention that the snow may crush the UV lamp.

When the weather gets warmer and the snow melts into water, it will also damage the electronic components in the UV lamp, making it no longer usable.

Two thousand UV lamps are installed on the buffer city walls, which is an important asset.

Half an hour later.

Wang Ou and Chen Chen carried the disassembled ultraviolet lamp down the wall.

Under the buffer city wall, trucks have been parked here waiting to transport the disassembled ultraviolet lamps back to the trading market.

Gu Yuntao got off the truck and saw Wang Ou and the others coming with ultraviolet lamps. He went over to help open the baffle behind the truck.

"How's the demolition going? How many more are there?"

Scratch——

Wang Ou and Chen Chen put the ultraviolet lamp on the truck, and the ultraviolet lamp rubbed the iron sheet of the truck.

Wang Ou gasped and said:

"We have two more units over at Guard Tower 45."

"Okay." After Gu Yuntao got the answer, he quickly returned to the car.

He didn't want to stay in the snow for a second.

It's too cold.

The temperature display inside the car showed that the current outdoor temperature had reached minus fifty-eight degrees.

Please...you...collect 6...books...!

Seeing Gu Yuntao running to the car, Chen Chen looked at him with envy.

This weather is really killing people.

He covered his ears, turned his back to the direction of the wind, and walked toward the wall.

Although he was wearing a hat, he still felt his ears hurt from the cold.

The ears are not as frost-resistant as other parts of the body and are prone to frostbite.

An hour later.

All the ultraviolet lamps on the fence have been removed.

In the No. 45 sentry tower, the deputy captain of the Eighth Brigade of the Civil Armament Department, Guitou, walked in.

"Are all the heating valves turned off?"

"It's all closed." Wang Ou was packing up the packages and the items in the container sentry tower at this time, planning to evacuate.

Guitou walked over and checked the heating valve himself, and after confirming that it was indeed closed, he said:

"Okay, you can withdraw. There will be trucks below to take you back to the trading market."

"Yes." The two of them carried the packages and retreated to the wall.

The area of ​​the buffer city is too large. The location they were on duty happened to be in the west area, which was the furthest away from the east gate of the trading market. It was almost 3.5 kilometers away.

On such a cold day, it would take at least dozens of minutes to walk there on two legs.

So a special truck was arranged to take them back to the trading market.

After a few minutes.

They carried the package to the truck.

"Old Wang, come here, let me pull you up." In the truck, Zhang Feng stood up immediately after seeing Wang Ou, an acquaintance, and stretched out his hand.

Wang Ou threw the package on his shoulder, which was stained with white snowflakes.

He held Zhang Feng's hand tightly and climbed up.

Later, Zhang Feng and Mengzi pulled Chen Chen up from behind.

The truck had a roof, and after they entered the truck, they sat on the seats that had been pulled down on both sides.

Their truck has been modified by electric welding so that a row of seats can be removed near both sides.

If you need to transport things at ordinary times, you can put the seats up so that they don't take up space.

The car was already full of people. Zhang Feng walked to the back of the car, knocked on the car, and shouted:

"Lao Gu, the seats are full, can we leave?"

Gu Yuntao's voice came from the front:

"Why are you in a hurry? This is my last trip out. I have to hand over the car after entering the market. I'll wait and see if anyone comes down. I'll squeeze in."

Zhang Feng heard this and wanted to complain, but he had been waiting here for more than ten minutes.

Although there is a roof above the head, there is no door behind the body, only a baffle.

The wind blew loudly into the car, and it was really cold for them in the car.

Zhang Feng hunched over and returned to his original position.

Huhuhu——

The flying snow outside kept falling on Wang Ou and Chen Chen beside the car.

They were right next to the fender, and the snowflakes were blown by the wind and fluttered in the car.

Everyone in the car lowered their heads, put their hands in their pockets, and hunched over and shivered.

Wang Ou took off his gloves. His right hand was red, swollen and purple. He opened two layers of zippers and inserted his hands into his armpits, skin to skin.

Hiss~

He gasped.

His right hand was like an ice cube, making him shiver from the cold.

A mask of pain appeared on his face, but his right hand felt warm and comfortable.

Pain and comfort, two feelings coexisted in his body.

What a fucking weather.

"Want one?" Zhang Feng saw Wang Ou in such pain, so he took out a corn silk cigarette from the cigarette case in his arms and handed it to Wang Ou.

"You are really extravagant!" Wang Ou glanced at Zhang Feng in surprise. He took the left hand without taking off the glove without hesitation, and he didn't take advantage of the bastard.

Cigarettes are a luxury item in the apocalypse.

Especially after the heavy snowfall, cigarettes were in short supply in the trading market.

Now in the trading market, a packaged pack of cigarettes like this sells for 5 points per pack.

There are 20 cigarettes in a pack, which is equivalent to 0.25 points for the price of one cigarette!

And just one tortilla is 0.25 points.

luxury!

"Where did it come from?" Wang Ou greedily put the corn silk cigarette to the tip of his nose and smelled it. He would not be willing to smoke these cigarettes on weekdays, they are too expensive.

"I won't tell you." Zhang Feng smiled mysteriously.

Then he took out a lighter and lit it for Wang Ou, click——

The flames slowly burned the cigarette, and Wang Ou took a deep breath greedily.

He was reluctant to spit it out, closed his eyes and carefully felt the smoke filling his lungs, enjoying the light dizziness.

Smoking is bad for the body, but for these people in the last days, temporary relaxation is more important than health. They are under too much mental stress, and tobacco and alcohol can help them.

call--

Wang Ou almost didn't spit out any smoke, but the white mist he spat out was just the white mist formed by the condensation of hot air due to the cold environment.

Since he was sitting on the edge, the wind was strong, so he quickly blocked the wind with his body to prevent the wind from blowing his cigarette.

"Am I a brother enough?" Zhang Feng said with a smile while hanging a cigarette.

"You are really my good brother!" Wang Ou praised with a thumbs up.

The right hand, which had been frozen just now, slowly regained its temperature under the warmth of the armpit.

"Brother Wang, give me a puff. I see you are enjoying it." Chen Chen, who was sitting opposite, said with some envy.

Wang Ou glared at him, "If you don't know how to smoke, why do you want to learn it?"

Chen Chen rubbed his hands after hearing this, "Okay."

Zhang Feng slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and said softly:

"Old Wang, I'm afraid this blizzard won't stop for a while. It's really scary. It's been snowing for 20 days before, and now it's starting again."

Wang Ou paused for a few seconds, shook his head and sighed:

"Yes, it's already minus sixty degrees. If it continues to snow like this, I'm afraid the wall of the trading market won't be able to withstand it."