Chang Shilei's phone call reassured Su San a lot, the underground oil tank at the gas station needs to be loaded with eight wheels, even if there is only a bottom left, it is enough for them.

Su San and the other two drove the single-row car over, loaded the generator and toolbox into the car, and took everyone to the car and drove to the underground oil tank.

The underground tanks of the gas station are behind the side of the gas station. It covers an area of nearly half an acre.

Three huge jars were buried one meter deep in the ground, one next to the other.

When Su San got out of the car, he didn't take two steps before he saw corpses lying all over the ground.

These corpses are all human, not zombies. Judging by their attire, it should be another shareholder of the gas station and an employee of the gas station. At least the two female Su San in it have seen it many times when they are cheering.

Because of the exposure to the sun in the 30s, the corpse was already swollen, and the blood on the ground had become a black flake.

The wounds on his body were already disgusting and unrecognizable, and the three people who followed Su San retched directly.

At this time, Chang Shilei came over.

"Third brother, I have examined the corpses, and they are all blunt injuries. It should have clashed with the robbery gang and was killed by others. ”

Su San looked at Chang Shilei in front of him, and really didn't expect that this guy would have the courage to check the wounds of the deceased.

"You're not timid, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to eat?"

Su San said with an encouraging tone.

Chang Shilei barely squeezed out a smile and muttered an explanation:

"When I was working at Guodian, I went down to inspect the work of grassroots units, and I saw an employee of Diancheng Coke in a substation, and he was much worse than them. I was somewhat prepared. ”

After listening to Chang Shilei's explanation, Su San patted him on the shoulder:

"Hurry up, I'm afraid something will happen after a long time."

These corpses have been lying on the open ground for so long, and the zombies have not come to look for the smell of blood, and the gas station has not found any traces of robbers fighting with zombies, which is really incredible.

Su San had a premonition that there was no foreboding, and asked everyone to hurry up and work separately.

Su San came to the oil tank, checked the amount of oil with a flashlight, and in order to ensure accuracy, he found a bamboo pole to reach in and probe the bottom.

The remaining oil in the three tanks was about 4,000 liters. More gasoline and less diesel. The robbery gangs also know that diesel is the most effective thing these days, not flashy gasoline.

Su San assigned tasks to everyone.

Because I didn't bring oil drums when I came, I needed to go back and fill up the car one by one. The rest is served in oil drums.

Four thousand liters of oil is not a small number, and it cannot be filled in twenty or thirty liters of plastic drums.

Su San thought about it for a while, and asked everyone to bring a few solar oil drums at home after they went back.

Solar has a hot water bucket and a cold water bucket. Cold water buckets are generally large, all over 100 liters. Get one or twenty and you'll be able to fill the oil.

In this way, it is more troublesome to take a bath, but it is treated especially in special times. It's a big deal to just take hot water, and then wash it in the yard with a basin mixed with cold water.

The oil tank is underground, and the oil level is three meters deep from the ground, so it is very time-consuming to throw the bucket down to catch the water like before. Su San told Liu Baodi to bring up the small pump of his own house and his family, Liu Zhenzhen's family to draw water from the solar energy. There is also electricity at the gas station, which is much faster to pump oil than a bucket.

22 people set off from the gas station to return to the village, and Su San took Chang Shilei and other eight people who could take a taxi to stay at the oil tank and wait for everyone.

Vehicles drove up one after another.

Su San turned on the water pump, took the water pipe and began to add water to the mailbox.

When the first wave of vehicles filled up, two single-row vehicles and seven or eight tricycles rushed over with countless plastic buckets and cold water buckets, large and small.

Su San urged everyone to hurry up and load the oil, time waits for no one.

He led 12 men to guard the perimeter.

Su San couldn't say why, but he always felt that something was wrong. This gas station is so weird that not a single zombie can be seen.

An hour later, the three huge oil storage tanks were finally drained.

Su San took everyone back to the village and moved all the oil to the chess and card room and stacked it.

After two hours of busy work, when the sun was scorching the earth, the task of generator and oil was finally completed.

Trucks, forklifts, hook machines, all need to drink diesel. These big guys are needed for both major projects and remote operations. When harvesting grain, agricultural tricycles are used, and tricycles also use diesel. However, diesel only collected more than a ton, that is, more than a thousand liters.

In addition, after the power outage, the well needs to use a generator to pump water, and the generator also needs diesel to work.

This bit of diesel is simply not enough.

Su San suddenly had a bold idea.

That is to go to the gas station on the side of the road in the village to grab gas. When I went, I drove a forklift, hooked the machine and a front four and eight back (semi-trailer is the best, but unfortunately Su San they didn't have it.) Dig out the diesel fuel tank together, install the front four and the back eight, and pull it back as a whole. This not only solves the storage problem, but also saves some more life-saving oil for backup.

Liangxia Village went to the village when they were robbing the cement, and the gas station was intact at that time, not attacked by zombies, nor robbed. I believe that there will be no problems in three or four days of hard work.

The most important thing is that there are the most zombies in Liangxia Village, and the people in this village have no ability to go out at all. Oil is hard to come by for them, and they can only watch.

The gas station is much smaller than the gas station in this village, and the main customers are retail investors (the quality of the oil will be poor, and the shortage of catties and shortages is also more serious. Unlike Lao Huang's gas station in this village, which is dedicated to fueling convoys in nearby villages. Even if the passing cars don't go to him, the money he earns every year is enough to spend.

Despite these gaps, something is better than nothing. No matter how small the gas station is, the volume of the underground tank will be about 20,000 liters (20 tons).

Outside the lonely village, the gas station is an isolated island. On the night of the accident, the boss should have slept in the gas station. More than 20 days passed, and he either risked his life to run back to the village, or desperately guarded the only place to stay. No matter what it is, dealing with so many people in Su San is not a mantis arm as a car, you can only howl, there is no way at all.

Maybe if he doesn't resist, Su San can still leave him some food and vegetables.

The plan was decided, and Su San acted immediately.

He asked everyone gathered in the chess and card room not to go home, and immediately followed him to the village to take risks.

For the sake of insurance, Su San took eight people and drove a single-row car to the gas station to check the situation first.

There are no living people in Liangxia Village to fight with them, but there are a lot of zombies waiting for them.

All the people who can play are going to pull the well drilling equipment, and the 30 people in their hands are stretched thin.

Su San needs to formulate a detailed fuel rush plan according to the situation of the oil station, and a mistake may be wasted.

And the consequence of the previous work is to throw these boys into the zombie pile to fend for themselves.