Rebirth of the apocalypse: Winning a prize of 30 million at the beginning

"well"

With a sigh, Shunfeng climbed up from the wooden bed with difficulty.

He was so hungry that he felt dizzy and sat on the edge of the bed for a long time before he felt a little better.

The snow had covered the entire watchtower, and they mistakenly thought they would die here.

So they ate the brown bear that they had caught with great difficulty.

Unexpectedly, the white-haired wind stopped, but they then faced a food crisis.

If it weren't for the frozen mushrooms, tree bark, and firewood they picked up outside the watchtower before it was buried in the snow, they would not have been able to hold on until now.

But no matter how frugal they were and how they adopted the minimum food rationing standard, the amount of food consumed by these twenty or thirty people every day was not a small amount.

The food is getting less and less.

Their physical condition is also becoming increasingly weak.

Shunfeng walked to the central fire, picked up a piece of wood and threw it in. The flame, which had originally become extremely weak, gradually grew bigger.

He rubbed his cold hands and was about to throw the second piece of wood, but Chang Yichang, who was also lying on the bed, stopped him: "Don't throw it away, there's not much wood left, use it sparingly."

Shunfeng lowered his eyebrows and put the wood in his hand back to the side.

With a dry mouth, he pinched a blackened tin can between his thumb and index finger and dragged it to the front.

This can that was baked black by fire is a can of Yinlu Peanut Milk that I picked up outside.

They cut the top layer with a knife and used it as a tool for drinking water.

After being baked by the fire for a long time, the snow in the jar melted and turned into hot water, emitting white steam.

Shunfeng was so thirsty that he couldn't wait for the water to cool down completely, so he wrapped his hands with his sleeves and picked up the jar.

The heat from the can passed from his sleeve to his palm.

Whoosh whoosh——

hiss.

call.

He blew on it and sucked the hot water through the mouth of the jar.

After taking a sip of hot water, my whole body warmed up.

call--

Shunfeng took a sip of hot water, turned his head and looked at the team members lying on the bed like dead people. He saw despair and seemed to see their final ending.

In order to defend against zombies, the sentry tower was built roughly, but it has one characteristic: it is sturdy and durable.

Indeed, the sentry tower defended against all kinds of zombies.

But the problem now is that this sentry tower is too strong. The container is thick and even the windows are welded with fine steel.

Even the watchtower on the top floor was welded tightly and was extremely secure.

Not to mention the main door on the ground floor, which was completely blocked by the snow outside, and there was three stories of snow on top of it.

So now they can't even go out to get some firewood even if they want to.

They can only go out after the snow melts.

Looking at the lifeless people in the room, Shunfeng sighed again and said to Chang Yichang:

"Brother, the food is almost gone, and our firewood is almost gone. In this temperature, if we don't have firewood, I'm afraid we will all freeze to death."

"We have to find a way out."

Before Chang Yichang could answer, Biaozi, who was lying on the wooden bed, spoke.

"Get out! Where can you go now? It's even colder outside!"

"Besides, we don't have any tools. I used that knife to make a notch, but I still can't make a hole in the container board!"

Speaking of this, Biaozi seemed to have many complaints.

"Why did they make a one-centimeter-thick container at the trade fair? I think a 4-mm-thick container would be enough to defend against zombies, but they had to make it so thick!"

“I give in!”

Some people in the room were awakened by their conversation and sat up one by one, leaning against the wooden bed frame.

"Brother, I really can't stand it anymore. I'm dizzy and my head hurts so much from hunger. I'm afraid I'll fall asleep and fall asleep."

"Boss, my daughter has a fever. Can you give her something to eat? Otherwise, Niuniu will...

"Sister Wang, I'll give today's food to your daughter."

"Thank you." A woman sitting on the edge of the bed said gratefully, holding a little girl who was unconscious due to a fever in her arms.

"not good."

"Old Man Song is not breathing!" After Zhao Dongbao got off the bed, he saw that Old Man Song had not moved. He put his hand to the tip of his nose, but there was no breathing.

Crash——

After Shunfeng drank some hot water, he felt much better and walked the fastest.

He also placed his hand on the tip of Old Man Song's nose. After not feeling any wind, he nodded to Chang Yichang who was staggering behind him.

Chang Yichang's eyes were dim and full of self-blame.

"Carry him down."

Biaozi and Shunfeng and others stepped forward and carried down the body of Old Man Song together.

Even something as simple as carrying a corpse was not easy for them.

Biaozi was already extremely hungry, and after exerting so much force suddenly, he saw stars. He sat on the ground for a long time before he came to his senses.

"Brother, I'm really so hungry that I can't stand it anymore. I see stars every time I take two steps. If this continues, I will starve to death." Biaozi said somewhat aggrievedly.

He was a strong man of about 1.9 meters, but now he has starved to the point of becoming a skinny bamboo pole.

Every day I only have a small spoonful of a paste made from elm bark, brown bear meat and ground frozen mushrooms, and it’s gone before I can even taste it.

Chang Yichang did not answer Biaozi's words. He walked to the body of Old Man Song and squatted down.

The moment he squatted down, his vision went dark and his body fell forward.

"Brother!" Zhao Dongbao and Shunfen hurriedly supported Chang Yichang, preventing him from falling to the ground.

Zhao Dongbao glared at Biaozi and said, "Stop talking. Big brother eats just as little as the rest of us. Do you think he's not hungry?"

When Biaozi saw his brother like this, he quickly lowered his head and stopped talking.

Their team values ​​fairness, and everyone eats the same amount every day.

The person who distributes the food takes the last bowl for himself, thus ensuring fair distribution of food.

Chang Yichang waved his hand and looked at the dead old man Song, the grief in his heart was beyond words.

Everyone in the room surrounded Old Man Song's body in silence.

This is the third person to die of starvation.

Chang Yichang looked at Old Man Song and recalled the scene of the first time he met Old Man Song. Old Man Song was considered a veteran in his team.

He is an old naughty boy with a very good temper.

But now, he is dead too.

He grabbed Old Man Song's hand. Old Man Song's hand was thin and dry, like an old tree root.

"Shunfeng, you guys take off his clothes and carry the body to the third floor."

"good."

Shunfeng, Zhao Dongbao, Liu Guodong and others worked together to pull off Old Man Song's clothes.

Only the innermost pair of underwear is left.

He died, but the clothes on his body can still be worn by the survivors to keep warm.

After being stripped of his clothes, Old Man Song looked like a dried mummy. His bones were clearly visible under his wrinkled skin. There was only skin and no flesh.

The cheeks are sunken, and even the hair on the top of the head falls off easily if pulled.

well.

Shunfeng couldn't help but sigh when he saw Old Man Song like this.

Old Man Song was kind-hearted and often gave his share of food to Sister Wang's daughter. Unexpectedly, one day she starved to death.

Silently.

Sister Wang put her daughter, who had a fever and was unconscious, on the bed and walked over with tears on her face.

She kowtowed several times to Old Man Song. She didn't say a word, but it seemed that she had said everything she needed to say.

When I am extremely sad and cry and sob, I feel dizzy.

Coupled with hunger, I felt even more dizzy.

After kowtowed several times, Sister Wang fell to the ground.

Boom!

"Sister Wang fainted!" Nanshan exclaimed.

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He hurried over and touched Sister Wang's nose. Fortunately, she was still breathing.

Chang Yichang walked over and checked to see if Sister Wang's head was injured. He then said to Nanshan, "Give her some hot water and cook some food for her. We'll have two meals today."

"good."

The other side.

Shunfeng, Zhao Dongbao, Liu Guodong and others took off Old Man Song's clothes and carried the body to the third floor of the watchtower.

There were two other bodies on the third floor, a man and a woman.

These three bodies had one thing in common: they were extremely skinny.

It is possible that he died of freezing or starvation.

Looking at the corpses, Zhao Dongbao turned his head and looked upstairs, with a gleam of light in his eyes.

"If there is no other choice, we have to eat in order to survive."

"No!" Before Zhao Dongbao could finish his words, he was stopped by Shunfeng next to him.

He noticed that Zhao Dongbao looked at the corpses with a strange look in his eyes, and he immediately guessed what he was thinking.

"Big Brother said that if we start eating the corpses of our own kind, it means that we are no different from animals!"

"I would rather starve to death than eat humans!"

Zhao Dongbao said aggrievedly:

"But haven't we encountered enough cannibals? Isn't this kind of thing very common in the apocalypse? If they can do it, why can't we?"

Shunfeng looked determined.

"No means no, we can't eat humans! This is our bottom line as a human being!"

"But!" Zhao Dongbao wanted to argue, but was stopped by Liu Guodong next to him.

"Come on, let's go up."

"Alas!!!" Zhao Dongbao sighed and couldn't help but continue:

"If it really doesn't work, we can all sign a contract. Whoever dies, the others who survive can eat his body. This is also for the sake of survival!"

"Let's go." He was pulled up by Liu Guodong.

Sister Wang woke up, and her head felt a little numb.

After she felt better after drinking some of the porridge, she immediately gave the porridge to her still unconscious daughter.

Everyone in the room was slurping the food.

After Nanshan counted the remaining food, he looked up at Chang Yichang and said:

"Brother, I took inventory of the remaining food. If we consume it at the current minimum standard, it can only last for half a month."

In half a month, will the temperature rise above zero degrees?

impossible.

Half a month, after half a month, will the snow melt?

Even more impossible.

Everyone who understood this felt even more depressed.

Chang Yichang sat on the bed, looking at the intercom on the bed with a very complicated expression.

If the intercom is not broken, can we ask for help from the trading market?

But I don't think they will save us.

It is my duty not to help you, but it is a favor to help you. What's more, they have such a place to hide from the blizzard, which was given to them by the trading market. Not only that, they were also given fifty tortillas.

In this day and age, it is childish to desire for others to save you.

But when we really reach despair, we always want to ask for help. This is human instinct.

Chang Yichang stared at the flames in a daze.

After a while.

He gritted his teeth and thought to himself: I must not sit and wait for death.

He said to Nanshan in a deep voice: "You just said that there is still half a month's worth of food left, right?"

"Yes, only half a month."

He looked at the crowd and said:

"Everyone come here, I have a plan to tell you."

Upon hearing this, everyone moved their bodies around to gather around.

Everyone gathered around the fire, looking at Chang Yichang in confusion.

After pondering for a moment, Chang Yichang said:

"We have lost contact with the people in the trading market. We don't know what's going on inside the market, but I remember that the wall there seems to be less than ten meters high, right?"

At that time, Chang Yichang and others had just arrived outside the buffer city. The wall they saw was just the wall of the buffer city, but they thought it was the trading market.

Shunfeng heard this and said quickly: "Yes, yes, that's right, it seems to be about eight or nine meters high."

Chang Yichang narrowed his eyes and said:

"When the snow was at its peak, it was at least 20 meters high. The white-hair wind was so terrible that they definitely didn't have enough time to clear the snow. I think their walls might have been buried by the snow. In other words, we can now enter the trading market!"

"The trading market is so big, there must be more opportunities inside. We may be able to find food there."

"If they can hold on, we might be able to find them. If they can't hold on, we can dig to see if we can find any food."

Nanshan frowned and said, "They will definitely be able to hold out with such a large base."

"No."

Shunfeng's eyes sparkled, "Brother, the point is that their walls will definitely be covered with snow, and we can enter the trading market. As long as we can get in, we have a chance to survive!"

"Yes." Chang Yichang nodded.

"So, if we can leave the watchtower, we can go to the trading market. Anyway, it's only a few kilometers away. Now the snow outside is frozen solid and it's not snowing, so we can walk there!"

Shunfeng looked at Chang Yichang and asked doubtfully:

"The question now is how to leave this watchtower."

"dig!"

Chang Yichang pointed downstairs with a determined look and said:

"We opened the door on the first floor, dug upwards little by little, and dug out a passage!"

The door of the watchtower faces inward. If the door of the watchtower opens outward, they will have no chance to get out.

Biaozi said with a somewhat ugly expression:

"But brother, the snow outside has become very solid now. The snow on the bottom has frozen into hard ice. It's very difficult to dig!"

It's not like they hadn't thought about digging it out before, but there was nearly ten meters of snow and the bottom layer was all ice, so digging with a shovel was very slow.

“That has to be dug out too!”

Chang Yichang said with a firm look in his eyes: "This is the only way."

"But in our current state, it's difficult for us to even carry a corpse, let alone such physically demanding work as digging ice. We can't hold on." Biaozi said helplessly.

At this point, Chang Yichang told him the plan he had in mind.

"Burn your boats! Compress half a month's worth of food into three days, and supply it to five people at the same time. Let them eat more and stay in the best condition, so that they will have the energy to dig out the food!"

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