Chapter 229

late March.

The weather is good, and the continuous sunny days are all sunshine on the ground, bringing warmth to people. The heavy coat was taken off and replaced with casual clothes.

The unlocking of the Cerberus made Lu Chuan in a good mood.

The biochemical factory has no product shipping requirements, so when there is no manufacturing task, you don't need to care about it at all.

More energy, Lu Chuan still put it on the Bei'an New District.

Thousands of zombies, they executed Lu Chuan's instructions day and night, and in two weeks, they almost built the wall. Although the wall was terrible, its height and width met Lu Chuan's requirements.

The five-meter-high wall, when the outside can no longer see the inside.

The plan for the underground building complex in the center of the factory is also underway.

There is no machine, it doesn't matter, Lu Chuan sends some non-human beings. They are extremely powerful and tireless. They can execute Lu Chuan's instructions 24 hours a day.

This kind of process is no slower than the process of owning the machine.

In two weeks, the area dug out below is already huge. All the soil dug out was used to build the fence, so here, no mud hills can be seen.

Lu Chuan went in, and there was a ramp that went down diagonally. It wasn't very long, and then it was a huge space.

This space is about seven meters high, which is the height of a two-story building.

The space is not completely hollow, but is similar to the shape of a cave, that is to say, a huge space becomes the center point, and then spreads from this center point to form more small passages leading to different spaces of different sizes.

With this one, you don't need to worry about whether it will collapse.

From the beginning, hundreds of zombies served here, and gradually developed to more than 2,000 zombies digging mud here.

Such a huge corpse power brought rapid progress.

"Looking at the situation, it only takes a month, and it can basically be completed." Lu Chuan reckoned with a proud smile on his face. Although no one shared it with himself, it didn't matter, it was fun to be alone.

When the time comes, the survivors will be transferred here. The place is made of dirt, but it is better in safety than in the size of the place.

Physically, there is definitely no shortage.

How about the bedroom in the mud cave? It is equipped with a large leather sofa and a 100,000 yuan mousse mattress. No matter how extravagant it is, the mud cave is like living in a refreshing and refreshing way.

Lu Chuan predicts that the final number of square meters here will be 10,000 square meters, which is enough.

When the future is not enough, the expansion is left to the survivors.

Once the survivors enter the field, the zombies disappear.

The fence around the No. 1 factory building outside has not yet been enclosed. It will take until the survivors have moved underground before the zombies can enclose this section.

Otherwise, if the survivors in the factory building saw zombies mixing mortar and building walls, wouldn't they drive themselves into a state of insanity?

Seeing that everything was going on in an orderly manner, Lu Chuan was relieved.

It seems that this kind of programming function of zombies is still very useful, allowing you to control more zombies in a better way.

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As the weather warmed and the snow melted, the stronghold naturally regained some vigor.

At this time, it was in a commercial building in the center of the base.

Several bigwigs in the stronghold have arrived. Although they are not on the right track, at this moment, they are all smiling and respecting each other. Behind the scenes, they all want to put the other party to death.

No way, in this apocalypse where power and desires are flying, everyone wants to have only one voice, and this is their own voice.

This time gathering, it is funny to say, it is nothing more than holding a group to keep warm.

The arrival of severe winter is a test for each other. This year, a freak named Lu Chuan appeared in the stronghold. No one knew how he appeared. He smashed 100 tons of rice angrily, so that very few people died in the stronghold this year.

But the unrecoverable rice has no effect on them.

Don't do anything, all of your subordinates open their mouths to eat, what should I do? In the severe winter, it is good to say that there is no way to dispatch, but after the severe winter, the weather is now, if you don't go to find something to eat, I am afraid that there will be a shortage of food, and the troops under your command will have to fry the pot.

According to the experience of previous years, it will not work.

Only by working together and conquering one or two important locations can we have food.

As time goes on, there will be fewer and fewer things to find in the city, and the predicament of survival will become more severe. It is now the sixth year of the last days, and there is not much to eat in the city.

The five bosses in the stronghold will be here soon.

Yi Zhanfei, Pang Yunfei, Gu Yang, Tan Chenghua, Lin Sen... These five bigwigs who really control life and death in these five strongholds sat down, but no one made a sound.

In previous years, Yi Zhan Feilai presided over it, but last year his strength was severely damaged and he has lost this qualification.

Not to mention Lin Sen, among the five bosses, he is the weakest and the least qualified to speak out. If it weren't for the fact that others didn't want to replace him for the time being, or with Lin Sen's strength, there would only be four big bosses left in the stronghold.

Gu Yang coughed dryly. He was of medium stature, with a plank cut to his head, looking very energetic. People who don't know, think he is a masculine man and a fierce man. It's a pity that people who know him don't think so.

"It's not a solution for everyone to sit like this. I think this place is not bad."

As Gu Yang's voice fell, he swiped his hand, and a beam of light appeared in front of him, forming a real map. Well crafted, this map is scaled down from the live map.

The application of AR technology is nothing new before the end of the world, like the map of Zhongzhou City, naturally there is.

Gu Yang pointed to a place, and it zoomed in quickly, presenting this area in front of everyone.

Although it is a real map, it is still accompanied by some text notes, such as what hotel, what road and other information, so that people know where this place is.

Someone took the lead, and the location was right, so naturally there was nothing to discuss.

As in previous years, one person dispatched 1,000 people to form an armed force of 5,000 people. Who leads the team, who produces how many aliens, and who has cooperated, is based on previous years, and there is no dispute.

In half a day, there will be results.

So as soon as the three-day preparation arrived, the armed force of 5,000 people gathered outside the gate of the stronghold. Almost all of them are mechanized, from heavy trucks, to modified passenger cars, some SUV models and so on.

The team of 5,000 people was crowded with darkness.

In the nearby streets, I don't know how many survivors appeared. They looked at this team, but their expressions were indifferent.

The reason is very simple. This team serves the big guys, and the food brought back has nothing to do with them. Who cares about things that don't help them?

Many people know in their hearts that if it wasn't for a person named Lu Chuan, how many people would be unable to survive this severe winter?

No matter how indifferent the people of the end of the world are, in their hearts, they are more kind to Lu Chuan than these big men who control them.

Some clever teams are also taking action. They will bring this powerful team. They may not be able to eat meat, but it is definitely possible to drink some soup.

At this time of year, the team goes deeper into the city.

This is an opportunity, they can follow behind, and after the main force of the stronghold clears the streets, they follow to enter some places next to it, and they can use it.

For a time, Ruodao's stronghold became lively.

Soon, after organizing for more than an hour, a team of seven or eight thousand people left the stronghold and moved towards the city.

Food is a problem that needs to be faced after every cold winter.

Either upper or lower.

At the same time as the team left, the spring ploughing team was also organized. In the slave camps in the stronghold, a large number of slaves were assembled and began to assign tasks before spring ploughing.

A large number of farm implements were distributed to them, and the number of slaves accounted for almost one-third of the population of the stronghold, which was very large.

In the cold winter, they only had a piece of bread every day, and they were all skinny and scrawny when they were hungry. Many people were unable to walk, but they could not hold tools with a pale face, ready to go to the ground.

In the last days of agriculture, machinery cannot be used, only the most primitive methods can be used.

The flying zombies hovering in the sky, as long as there is a sound, they will jump down quickly, and sometimes they will form a large cloud. At this time, it will be a disaster for the slaves who go to the ground.

In the last few years, the survivors have long learned how to deal with these flying zombies. For example, using primitive farming methods, there will be no sound. Then there was a bunker dug in the field, and once the flying zombies were found, they hid in the fastest speed.

The entrances and exits of the bunker are all covered with green plants. As long as you go in, the flying zombies in the sky are hard to find.

It is by using these methods that we can barely farm here.

Only in this way, the area for cultivation is really limited, and the output of food can only be enjoyed by the upper class.

But this method is not omnipotent, and sometimes it will be found by flying zombies, which will bring death. It can be said that every grain of rice contains the blood of slaves.

Under the pressure of survival, people's wisdom is infinite, and they have created a variety of methods.

In the stronghold, like animals waking up from winter, the survivors became active and struggled for survival. They are busy with work and find work when there is no work. Even if there is no shortage of workers, they will still try their luck.

The 100 tons of grain that Lu Chuan threw down helped them survive this severe winter, and there was still a little surplus grain so they could find a job with confidence.

The stronghold is cruel, but not a dead end.

Spring is here, and people seem to have a little more hope as the sun shines down.

(Hey, I made a mistake, there is no update. Fortunately, I found it in time, or it will be discontinued today.)