The job of cleaning up zombies is boring enough that anyone can suddenly fall asleep in the middle of the process - an exaggeration may be an exaggeration, but it's really boring.

After carefully considering the operation of cleaning up the walking corpses around the base, Mosilaire who quietly slipped back to the base with Winnie was a little unhappy at first, but as soon as he heard that this operation was about whether he could eat fried bacon at night, he immediately dropped his work and slipped out of the gate like the wind - this old man in his fifties had two round legs and could run like a sprinter. Little Red Riding Hood and Mosileelle, who had not yet reacted, were amazed.

Thanks to the skill of the electrical engineer Miss Mosilaire and the key parts sent from the gathering place, the precision assembly table in the base workshop was finally repaired by her three days ago - it must be said that Miss Mosilaire still has some extraordinary talent in repairing things.

This means that the marginal colonies no longer need to import all kinds of parts and components in the future, but only need to obtain enough materials, and a wide variety of parts with different functions will be continuously produced from the precision assembly table - it is foreseeable that in the next long winter, the marginal colonies will rely on nearly 700KG of steel in stock to complete a large-scale construction and repair of security equipment and processing equipment - this is a good thing for all the colonists of the colony, so everyone did not hesitate to praise Mosilel, It made this young lady happy for a long, long time.

And the diligent Mr. Bender took advantage of the past few days to build two good quality miniature submachine guns and an automatic pistol, and handed them to Little Red Riding Hood, Old Knife and Winnie respectively, and planned to rely on the drawings provided by Old Knife to make a powerful chain shotgun for himself, so that all the colonists in the marginal colonies except for the young girl Anya would be equipped with at least one weapon for self-defense, and after the first round of weapon manufacturing was completed, the second round of armor manufacturing would be on the agenda immediately.

Although Mr. Bender may be a little harder, the body armor made of hyper-fabric and cotton cloth will provide basic protection for the physical safety of the combatants, and greatly improve their survivability - but unfortunately the FRP disassembled from the mechanical body last time is still a little small, and Mosilaire does not plan to remake the high-grade bulletproof helmet with fiberglass added, but just let Bender melt and forge two more steel simple helmets for the newly added Little Red Riding Hood equipment and for everyone's replacement in the event of combat attrition.

Due to the lack of a stable source of gunpowder for ammunition in the fringe colonies, the zombie cleanup effort relied heavily on Mosilaire's charged rifles and several slender, sharp steel spears.

The advanced R4 Charged Rifle doesn't need to consume any physical bullets when firing, so it saves the little ammunition that is already left, and the special spear can be used as a weapon to stab zombies in the head in the hands of skilled people.

A person armed with an elongated spear can easily take the life of a fool by simply stabbing the zombie's eye socket against a protective wall - of course, it takes a lot of training on the part of the cleaner and beware of falling - although the rope around the waist prevents them from falling straight into the pile of zombies, no one wants to have a close encounter with these pus in the corners of their eyes.

Perhaps after a while, when the colonists have enough wood from the nearby woods, they will erect a walkway and guardrail next to the wall to facilitate the removal of zombies and patrols. - It's a good idea to put some barbed wire around to make the place look more like a scary military base.

When everyone manipulated the guns in their hands to fire at the zombies on the three- or four-meter-high watchtower that Bender and Mosilere had built a few days ago, the leopards who were allowed to stand on the sidelines and watch showed interest in the fire of the iron bumps in the hands of the colonists, especially when the crisp gunshot often had a zombie's head magically smashed by something - it was so funny and wonderful.

With the consent of his companions, Bender pulled out the automatic pistol from his waist and replaced it with training cartridges, briefly teaching the tribe youth how to use the leopard pistol and how to shoot it.

The leopard was still a little rusty at first, but after firing a few bullets, he gradually became proficient, which made Bende, who was guided by his side, feel a sense of accomplishment.

It took more than an hour to clean up the zombies around us, and by the time the more than 400 walking corpses had fallen to the ground in various positions, it was already past nine o'clock in the morning - and then everyone would have to throw the corpses into a dirt pit a few hundred meters away, but that would not be until the sun was less so hot in the afternoon, unless you wanted your skin to be burned by the sun.

Bender and Old Knife, who had a lot of energy, were weak on the bench of the watchtower and didn't want to move, so Winnie and Anya, two well-behaved and sensible little girls, went to bring water to everyone.

Little Red Riding Hood and Mosilaire were also a little tired, and sat in the shade of the watchtower chatting softly, but the little colonists of the colony, Peanut, looked a little out of place in the exhausted crowd.

This trickster, who still has a bit of a limp on his left hind limb, likes nothing more than to take the opportunity to jump around everyone's heads, and finally stop on your head and gently tease your nose with his soft furry tail, deliberately making you sneeze a few loud times.

The leopard crouched in the corner excitedly played with the automatic pistol in his hand - of course, the bullets in it were all unloaded by Bender.

After a while, the tribal tribesmen, who had learned that the zombies around them had been cleaned up, arrived at the first protective wall of the fringe colony with the agreed goods, and saw their Mosilaire press the button nailed to the wooden pillar of the watchtower.

The electric iron door, which had been upgraded a month ago, creaked and slowly opened to both sides with a creaking sound from the drag of the cable—the large iron door that could be moved without human power was much to the surprise of the tribesmen.

By the time the four members of Rose Mountain had walked to the open space of the base, and the iron door behind them was slowly closed under the control of the motor, they would be able to see the movement of the electric iron door better—although they didn't understand anything, but they thought that the cables that suddenly twisted on their own were magical.

The leopard squatting on the watchtower was very happy to see the familiar companions, and immediately ran to them to greet them warmly, and then said something to the companions in the obscure tribal language, and from time to time would pick up the automatic pistol in his hand and show it in front of the friends, looking happy and excited.

Mosilaire and Winnie, who greeted them, gave them glasses of cold boiled water that had been chilled in the cold storage to quench their thirst as they sweated profusely under the increasingly scorching sun, and the leopard got his cup of ice water.

As soon as he took the ice water in the glass, the leopard could feel that something was wrong, these ice water of about 3-4 °C made the glass walls have a thin layer of frost, and there is a strange smooth and comfortable feeling in the hand - but where does such cold water come from on this hot day? The temperature of the well water should not be so low, right?

Although there was some strangeness in his heart, the leopard, who had long been dry-mouthed, like his companions, couldn't wait to raise his head and pour the ice water from the cup into his mouth.

"Whew-" The cold boiling water moistened his hot and dry throat and poured straight into his stomach, and the extremely refreshing coolness immediately rose from his stomach, making the leopard, who had swallowed all the glass of water, exhale a breath of cold air in a refreshed manner.

The iced water, which had been carefully salted by Mosilaire, not only provided them with a comfortably cold feeling, but also added to the excitement of the icy water, causing the tribal boys who had not yet enjoyed an iced drink in the heat of the day to shiver pleasantly.

After they drank the ice water from their cups, Mosilaire and Little Red Riding Hood took their cups and led them to the base to unload and move the goods.

The five chickens brought by the Rose Hill tribes were untied and thrown into the barn, which had been vacant for a long time—since Mosilele and Winnie had moved from the barn to their current bedroom, the clay cultivation boxes that had been placed in it had also been moved into the greenhouse, so the old water tank and old trough of the barn were now covered with dust and fallen leaves, and they might need to be cleaned and sorted out later.

In addition to the bacon brought by the tribesmen's friends, a few pieces were torn off by Mosilaire just now to relieve the hunger of the three little gluttonous cats, and the remaining seven catties were hung by her in the cold storage with ropes, planning to use it at night to reward her partners who had worked hard for a long time.

As for the coarse salt and wheat seeds in the small bag, Mosilaire opened them and glanced at them, then threw them on the table in the dining room without paying much attention.

This delivery and delivery of goods are young and strong young men, counting the leopard there are a total of five people, 340 catties of grain are evenly spread down, each of them has to carry nearly seventy catties of grain, but these young people with strong blood are very scary, although they are a little reluctant to the cool cold storage, but they still very simply carried several sacks of sweet potatoes and rice, walked out of the main body of the base easily, and returned to the open space outside.

Before leaving the fringe colony, the leopard said a brief goodbye to everyone and informed the colonists that they would probably leave for the pasture more than 20 kilometers away tomorrow morning while the zombies around the area were cleared to ensure that they could reach their final destination before the onset of winter.

When Leopard handed the automatic pistol back to Bender, the middle-aged man, whose hair had grown a little longer, smiled softly at him, then pushed the pistol back, and took out three magazines filled with yellow-orange-orange egg medicine from his waist and placed them in Leopard's hand.

A look of surprise immediately appeared on the leopard's thick face, and he opened his chapped lips, and finally just looked at Bender gratefully, as if he wanted to take Bender's face to heart.

It seems that this brave and intelligent young man has won the favor of Bender.