Li Zijing and the others are on standby, as long as the people on the sentry tower have any misdeeds, they will fight back with all their might. The watchtower is made of steel, and whether or not these guns can break it, at least the people above it will not feel good.

It was like this for four or five minutes, and everyone didn't even dare to breathe, but what they didn't expect was that a rope was suddenly hung from the watchtower, and a sniper rifle was tied to one end. In order to prevent fraud, Li Zijing cautiously checked the firearm, and after finding that there was no problem, he put the gun away, and raised the gun to re-aim at the watchtower.

Another pole protruded from the crack in the door of the watchtower, and a white cloth hung from it, fluttering in the wind. The people below looked at each other, and after the other party handed over his weapons, he waved a white flag, which meant to surrender.

"Listen, now slowly come down from above." Li Zijing signaled everyone not to act rashly.

As soon as he finished shouting, he stretched out two legs from above and stopped for a few seconds, as if after determining whether the other party would shoot. Then I saw a man in black uniform climbing down the ladder of the watchtower.

After the man landed, he held his head in his hands very cooperatively, and although there were more than a dozen guns pointed at him, he did not see the slightest look of fear. From handing over his weapons to waving the white flag, surrender did not seem to him out of fear, but as a matter of course.

"Who are you?" The man was at a disadvantage and asked first.

There was a gunshot just now, and the others didn't know what happened, only Song Muyuan saw the superb marksmanship that rescued him in a moment. This guy was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, and Song Muyuan guessed that he might be a member of the armed forces department in the original prison.

And then being careful everywhere is an important rule of survival in the apocalypse, although the young man in front of him exudes a different aura all over his body, but it is difficult to guarantee that there is no prisoner who is taking advantage of the chaos to disguise, after all, it is estimated that he is the only survivor here, and no one can prove his true identity.

"Brother Li, he saved me just now." Song Muyuan was afraid that Li Zijing would be rude, so he hurriedly explained.

Li Zijing glanced at Song Muyuan, had a plan in his heart, saw someone climb the sentry tower, and gestured to him before letting the person next to him put down the gun and said, "Who are you?" Why is it here? ”

The man pouted a little unconvinced, and said, "I am Lin Xizheng, a sniper belonging to the anti-riot squad of Mashan Prison, and there is my information in the archives, if you don't believe it, you can check it." ”

Originally, he asked the other party, but now he reported his identity, and Lin Xizheng was extremely depressed. But what can be done at present, the other party has a large number of people, and he has already broken into the Mashan Prison, even if he wants to use his brains, in the face of absolute strength, he will be crushed.

It's just that the other party doesn't mean to be strong against himself, although Li Zijing's attitude is not very friendly, including others, they are also eyeing him, and they will pull out their guns to face him if they are not careful. But Lin Xizheng is well aware that these people are not like those survivors he has met before.

Since things have developed to this point, he has no way out at all, so he simply accepts all this. What's more, he has been alone for too long these times, nesting on the guard tower every day, not eating well, sleeping unsteadily, and usually only observing the outside world through a telescope. When he is bored, he counts the ants on the ground, or talks to himself, and if he continues like this, he doesn't know when he will become a psychotic again.

Of course, Li Zijing will ask people to check, and now it is not a polite society. The activity area was cleared out and looked much cleaner, the gate was opened, and the vehicles were parked in an orderly manner on the open space. The fighters who had weapons also dispersed, some went to the surrounding area to guard, and some helped clean up the zombies inside.

"You've been here all the time? Why not go? At this time, there were only four or five people left here, Li Zijing asked.

"Where could I go, when there was a riot in the prison, and seeing that our little ones couldn't control the situation and the call for support was delayed, a few of our colleagues took weapons and hid. I was hiding on a watchtower with two colleagues, and after a night of rioting, we dared to poke our heads out the next day. Lin Xizheng's hands were rough like old bark, and he didn't know what he had experienced, so he exhaled heavily: "We hid for two or three days, trying to find other colleagues, but in this prison, except for the three of us, there are no living people." Later, a local colleague was anxious to go home, so he said that he was going out to help us call for help, but we waited for half a month, and he did not come back. Another colleague and I guessed that we were all in this situation, let alone outside. ”

Lin Xizheng is a northerner, thousands of kilometers away from here, and after the telephone is out of service, there is no other way except to broadcast and occasionally receive some signals. Thanks to the fact that there is a lot of food stored in the prison, since I dare not go out, I simply hide and wait for the rescue of the organization.

But what he didn't know was that the wait was a year, and another colleague couldn't bear the torment, so he sneaked away early one morning and never came back.

Li Zijing climbed up to the watchtower where Lin Xizheng had lived for the past year, and it was about a ten-square-meter room with only a stool and a table. There were some quilts on the floor, but they were clean. Some mineral water bottles and food packages were packed in a cardboard box with half a bag of rice under the table.

The location of the guard tower, not only can you see the whole picture of the prison, but also the scenery within a kilometer outside the prison, no wonder he would choose such a place, as early as when the convoy entered the gourd, Lin Xizheng found out, has been secretly observing. This position is really good in terms of vision, and Li Zijing has already figured out how to arrange the sentry in his heart.

Someone went to the archives to find Lin Xizheng's information, and after confirming that he was not lying, Li Zijing's attitude changed a lot. After all, he is the only person who is familiar with the team Mashan Prison, and there may be many useful places in the future, and it will not benefit anyone to stiffen the relationship now.

Song Muyuan was very grateful to Lin Xizheng for coming to the rescue, and when Li Zijing and Lin Xizheng were talking, he had been listening to him, showing a hint of maintenance from time to time. Although Li Zijing was a little unhappy in his heart, he didn't say anything, just explained to Song Muyuan, and usually paid more attention to it.

The clean-up of the prison was not difficult, and most of the inmates were confined to some areas and could not wander around others. Separated by an iron fence, it just takes a little more time to use traditional means, and with the assistance of Lin Xizheng, it is even simpler. It took three days to clean up the zombies, and it took two days to burn the corpses, and the most arduous thing was the sanitation work, and everyone wanted to clean up the environment in which they would live in the future.

Half a month has passed since the quarters and some living quarters of all the personnel were completed. During this time, Lin Xizheng did not show anything abnormal, in the communication with people, he learned that the outside world was chaotic, there were more dead people and few living people, Lin Xizheng locked himself in the room for two days, and someone heard him crying.

Mashan Prison is not big, but for such dozens of people, it is very large. Some important locations, such as the police room and the transfer room, need to be fixed personnel, and the surrounding guard towers are also arranged for personnel to live on them. Others have to be placed in prison cells, for nothing else, because there are at least toilets, beds, and security. Places like libraries and activity rooms, while nice, are not suitable for groups of people to live together. In order to facilitate management, it is impossible to say that whoever wants to live will live, in case of any emergency, there is no time to react, and it is difficult to find people everywhere.

Since Li Yan left the Yushan base and went to the East China Sea Islands, Zhang Zhao's whole person has changed, and he often hides somewhere alone, smoking a cigarette in a sad mood, in a daze.

This time, he found a place on the roof of the library by himself, which was the broadcast studio of the original prison, which was not a big place, but it was an excellent location. The prison has an independent power generator, but now there is a lack of energy, and there is very little electricity in daily life, so there is no waste to open it.

Since there is no electricity, many things in the broadcast studio have lost their effect, and Zhang Zhao originally wanted to clean them all up so as to make room for his own living space. But he suddenly thought of the night demon he had encountered in Xiangcheng, so he dispelled this idea. After all, if you encounter that kind of situation again, you may not have such good luck to deal with it.

There has been a lot of disagreement as to whether or not to use power generators, with some arguing that some prison equipment, including some in the kitchen, could be used as long as electricity was available. No matter how bad it is, you can turn on the lights at night to let yourself know that you are still living in a civilized human society. For the sake of safety, whether it is day or night, electricity can improve life, but it will also cause problems for everyone. For example, if there are lights everywhere at night, whether it is a passing survivor or some monsters that have never been seen, they will find that there are people here, which will inevitably bring danger to everyone.

Each side had its own reasoning, and in the end, once again, neither side compromised, and the controversy was put aside. On the surface, no one won the quarrel, but it was put aside, and those who opposed it laughed secretly in their hearts.

Now I am not familiar with the environment of Ning County, I still need to be cautious in everything, no electricity will indeed save some trouble, but it will be uncomfortable when the night comes, everyone hides in a small space and has nothing to do, sooner or later some people will not be able to stand it.

At this point, Zhang Zhao had foresight, it was impossible to live in a prison cell in this life, in that kind of space, let alone activities, even a sleep felt depressing.

Although his broadcast studio is not large, it has a wide terrace outside. The broadcast studio is circular, the wall is only 1.5 meters high, and it is all glass, so you can observe the surrounding environment very well, and even the situation of the gate can be seen clearly. Zhang Zhao found a few wooden planks, and with the help of Guo Rong, Fang Dong and others, he built a simple bed. I took all my daily necessities from the RV and simply arranged them, in this apocalyptic world, it is already a seven-star enjoyment to have such a quiet place.

During the day, you can also wave and say hello to others on the watchtower, or prostrate on the ground and aim at a distant gun, imagining a virtual target. After nightfall, you can hang out on the big platform outside, lie down and look at the stars, or practice swordsmanship. Far from being monotonous, this kind of life is interesting.

(End of chapter)