After Ye Chaofan showed that the convoy was going to fight zombies, the survivors in the small building immediately dismissed their plans to follow them.

Tanks, armored infantry vehicles, and strong men with all kinds of weapons in trucks, the reason to fight zombies is simply not too legitimate.

There was no time to care whether the survivors were going or staying, and the convoy moved on.

After driving out of this street, Xia Fan took off his gas mask and took a few big breaths of the air that didn't get fresh, "Ahem, vomit, why does it still stink, Xu Wanhu, can't you turn on an air conditioner for internal circulation?" Stinky to death, hot to death. "The temperature has risen to 35 degrees early in the morning of July, and Xia Fan's body has been dry and wet again.

Xu Wanhu closed the window and opened the internal circulation of the air conditioner, no matter how hot it was, he couldn't stand it, he could make do without turning on the air conditioner at night, but he couldn't stay up during the day, so he could only find a way to go to Liu Yu. With his eyes fixed on the chariot in front of him, he asked Xia Fan, "After entering the valley last night, haven't you heard the radio of letting you go to the refuge camp in the Great King Valley?" ”

"It seems to be true, let me go to that Nanquan refuge camp a few times to hear the announcement." Xia Fan recalled.

"Sure enough...... There were only so many cars and people queuing up to enter the valley in the morning, and it stands to reason that there should be more people fleeing to the refuge camp during the day, and I think Liu Yu and they may not plan to accept more survivors. Xu Wanhu told Xia Fan what he had just heard in the conversation, and before speaking, he glanced at the position of the vehicles in front and behind, and lowered the volume very low.

"Dalingzi? Yesterday, I heard about a Dalingzi refuge camp, where was it? Xia Fan opened the map on the car screen, looked for it in the southeast direction of Shuangfeng City, and switched to the topographic map, which showed at least a dozen large and small hills. The area of the entire hill is about the same size as the built-up area of Shuangfeng.

"There are many forks in the road, the hills are low, there is no danger to defend, if it weren't for the zombie tide not going in this direction, this refuge camp would have collapsed last night." Xu Wanhu glanced at the map and said in a low voice.

"If I were Liu Yu, I would do the same." Xia Fan paused for a moment, "The Great King Valley actually can't accommodate so many people, and the population of 50,000 is the accommodation limit calculated according to this grain stockpile. In fact, not all of this food can be successfully removed from this camp. And to sustain a livelihood, there are more resources than just food, which need to be taken into account. ”

"Fuel." Xu Wanhu thought of the most urgent resource besides food, "The modern division of labor has made the city more vulnerable, and the oil, gas and coal that are usually consumed are transported from far away, but now they are gone, and they can only chop firewood for fuel." There are only a few trees on the mountain of Dawanggu, and without fuel, it is a question of whether these 20,000 or 30,000 people can eat cooked rice. ”

"There is coal, and there is a coal mine in the northwest of the city, near the Nanquan refuge camp." Xia Fan flipped through the map.

"The No. 1 refuge camp is close to the coal mine, and the No. 2 refuge camp is close to the granary, and there is still room for negotiation between the two sides in the future." Xu Wanhu had already put the different refuge camps into different camps, and he read the same meaning from Liu Yu's tone last night, and this feeling was not so clear at that time, and after listening to the conversation just now, he was sure that he had guessed correctly.

"This Liu Yu is quite suitable to be the commander of the last days, rational and decisive." Xia Fan then flipped through the locations of several other refuge camps, "The terrain and location are not good, except for Nanquan and Dawang Valley." Liu Yu was just going to fool the people on the small building to Dalingzi? ”

Xu Wanhu nodded, "Well, the Dalingzi Refuge Camp's ability to resist blows is not as good as that of Dawanggu, but staying there, the chances of survival are always much higher than staying in the city." The zombie tide is screaming, such a loud voice can be heard from afar, and it is closer to the zombie tide to the west, whether we are going to fight zombies or not, the people on the small building dare not take this risk. ”

The two discussed for a while and came to a conclusion that after finishing this vote, they should find an opportunity to escape as soon as possible.

They have a car and food, so they can support the two of them, and it is no problem to hold on to Haizhou, but this refuge camp is facing the danger of running out of food and cooking at any time, and it is not a place to stay for a long time.

While speaking, the convoy had arrived at the Shuangfeng City Grain Station, and encountered several wandering zombies along the way, all of which were easily dealt with by the chariots in front.

Some survivors ran out to ask for a belt, and they were all sent by Liu Yu to the Dalingzi refuge camp.

Seeing that the convoy was heading closer to the zombie tide, these survivors didn't bother much.

In fact, there is not only one city-level (county-level city) grain station in Shuangfeng, but also the warehouses of state-owned and private grain companies stationed in the city, but the total reserves are far less than that of the city-level grain station. As for the township-level grain depots over there, they have been abandoned for at least 10 years under the tide of market-oriented reform.

Shuangfeng City Grain Station is in the east of the city, almost the junction of the built-up area and the suburbs. The traffic is much less than in the downtown area, and there are naturally not many survivors and zombies after the cataclysm. The zombies were wiped out, the survivors were fooled, and when the convoy arrived, there was only the chirping of cicadas at sunrise.

More than ten kilometers away, in the direction where the zombie tide gathered, there was a faint roar, and with the cicadas here, it added to the panicked atmosphere. The strong men sitting in the car were all hunched down and lay there, for fear that they would leak in front of the zombies. Someone has already regretted why he impulsively signed up for this operation last night.

Although you can get more food by participating in this action, it is better to stay up late to build the city wall, at least it is safer.

"Keep going." Liu Yu's order sounded.

The four chariots at the head drove into the grain depot without hesitation, and without the chariots by his side to protect them, the truck driver did not dare to stop, and hurriedly followed.

For these civilians who have just experienced the catastrophe and have to act dangerously in order to get a bite to eat, it is now difficult to ride a tiger, and the only way out is to transport food as soon as possible to complete the task.

The inside of the grain station is very large, and when you look up, more than a dozen three-story granary buildings are divided into three columns, distributed in a huge courtyard.

With the end of the era of planned economy and the marketization of the grain industry, these state-run grain stations have retained more of the function of strategic grain reserves.

In this grain station of Shuangfeng, wheat and corn are mainly stored, and the warehouse is basically full.

"Actions in groups." With Liu Yu's order, flags of different colors were erected on each infantry vehicle.

The truck drivers had previously been grouped into groups corresponding to a colored flag, and about ten trucks of different sizes followed an infantry vehicle.

Tanks, command vehicles, and Xu Wanhu's [Wuling Hongguang? Instead, they gathered in the grain station square, waiting for the arrival of the two groups of convoys behind them to form a mobile force.

There is no need to patrol everywhere, and Xu Wanhu is happy to stop.

The three groups of convoys were not far away, and after the front team dispersed to the grain depot to start collecting grain, the latter two groups of convoys also arrived one after another.

Blowing the air conditioner and holding the pork jerky, Xia Fan suddenly sniffed his nose, "It's weird!" ”

"Zombies? Where is it? Xu Wanhu sat up straight on the seat suddenly, Xia Fan's nose smelled something strange, then there must be something strange.

"No, there's something flowing." Xia Fan closed his eyes and sniffed for a while.