Chapter 147 Great Harvest

In the end, Rick lent a few machetes to the other party, and they walked into the dormitory silently. Soon there was a sound of slashing in the room. After a while, the sound gradually subsided.

With a creak, the dormitory door opened again, and a group of five people walked out of the room. There seemed to be a hint of relief on their faces. Looking at Rick and the others, Henry took the initiative to speak.

"Thank you for letting us fulfill our wish."

After saying that, Henry handed over the machete with his backhand, Rick shook his head and said to several people.

"Take it, we'll leave after moving the supplies. What are your plans next?"

When Henry saw Rick saying this, he also smiled. He thought for a while and said.

"We all have family members, and we plan to go home and see how our families are doing."

Nodding, Rick also felt that this was the best way to save himself from always having a grudge against a few people and not being at ease if he brought them back to the base.

"Then I won't leave you alone."

As a soldier, Javier sympathized with the thoughts of these people. He didn't care at all about the blood on their bodies. He stretched out his hand to shake Henry's hand, and hugged the other four people before saying sincerely to them. said.

"Brothers, I wish you luck in finding your family!"

"Thanks."

…

Watching the Hummer slowly leave with five people, Rick suddenly felt that he was a little too suspicious. These people always behaved normally from beginning to end. Before leaving, they also told the location of the base's weapons and material warehouses. They themselves have always suspected that there is something wrong with each other.

With a self-deprecating smile, Rick greeted everyone and turned around and walked towards the material warehouse.

Everyone in front of the warehouse door tried again cautiously before walking in.

What made them happy was that there was really a large amount of food reserves here. The entire warehouse was very large, covering several hundred square meters, and less than half of the space inside was filled with supplies.

The more than twenty team members were like gamblers who had won the jackpot. They all burst out laughing like barbells. A few people even rushed to the box, opened a box and poured it out.

Bags of military rations that were exactly the same as those in the canteen fell to the ground. Rick checked and found that the length and height of the box were the same, half a meter, and the width was about thirty centimeters. He counted the military rations inside and found that the box contained a total of Forty bags.

Looking up at the boxes in the warehouse, Rick counted them silently. He was instantly stunned by the huge number. He was a little unsure of how many supplies there were.

"Oh my god! These are enough to feed the people in our base for several months!" Oscar stared blankly at the mountains of boxes in front of him, his mind already confused.

Unexpectedly, a team member on the side came over and smiled at Oscar: "It takes more than a few months. The number of boxes here is about 6,000. If one box is calculated as 40 bags, it is 24,000 bags. Two bags a day for one person can feed the 500 people in the base for eight months. In reality, it can be longer. After all, the elderly and children eat less, and with the drinking water next to them, I would say that this food alone is enough. Make a lot of money."

Rick was also happy with this harvest. He looked at the speaker and said with interest.

"Your name is Alex, right?"

This man was Alex, the temporary leader of the survivor team that Sean rescued in the woods not long after the base was built.

Rick looked at this tall and handsome young man and asked with some interest: "What do you study?"

Another young man on the side spoke first.

"Sir, Alex is a top student in our physics department and has a very good brain, which is why he became the captain of our team, hahaha."

Rick looked at the two of them with a smile and said to the other person.

"Dylan, right?"

"Yes, sir!"

"You two are very good. Keep up the hard work. The base will rely on young talents like you in the future."

…

After a brief inventory of the warehouse, the group found the weapons warehouse again.

When the door opened, the first thing everyone felt was the smell of gun oil, and Rick led everyone in.

The weapons depot is composed of many rooms, and each room is stacked with different equipment. After a brief inspection, a lot of the equipment here has been taken away, but the remaining amount is still a huge number.

Especially some equipment that cannot be found outside, such as individual combat equipment, night vision goggles, gas masks, grenade launchers, etc., as well as many heavy and light machine guns, rocket launchers, standard rifles, pistols, grenades, etc. etc., and even found a lot of large artillery in the large warehouse at the back, including 75mm, 105mm, and 155mm artillery plus self-propelled artillery. Although the number is not large, the important thing is that it is complete.

Preliminary estimates indicate that the weapons here are enough to rearm the prison's combat effectiveness. What surprised them most was the ammunition reserve. There was a large amount of ammunition left here, which was enough to make up for the losses caused by the last zombie wave, and there could be more. A lot came out.

Soon they found the oil depot in the military camp. There were ten large oil tank trucks parked in a large garage next to the oil depot. Four of them were empty, and the rest were all full. It was another huge receipt!

Rick smiled and said to a few people behind him: "Aji must be very happy. These supplies can catch up with the goods we usually go out for."

"Hahaha."

At this time, Oscar, who was standing aside, frowned, as if he had thought of something. He glanced at the happy people around him, hesitated for a moment, but still did not speak.

However, they happened to be noticed by Rick who turned to look at them. Rick quietly retreated to his side and motioned Odika to the side to talk with his eyes.

The two retreated to the corridor outside, and Rick asked strangely.

"What's wrong? I see something isn't right about your expression."

Oscar originally didn't want to say anything, but he hesitated and spoke.

"I'm still thinking about Henry and the others. I just suddenly thought of why I always felt something was wrong with them."

Rick frowned, feeling that the matter was not that simple. He actually felt that something was wrong with the other party, but Henry and others behaved normally, so he did not continue to bite. Anyway, the five people had left.

Oscar looked at Rick and said with some uncertainty in his tone.

"Rick, you know I was once trapped in a prison cafeteria, so I have some knowledge of this situation. Henry said before that they moved the food in the cafeteria. How much food did the five of them eat for a year? One day. Two bags plus water requires at least one hundred boxes of food and water. If one person carries two boxes, it will take them at least twenty trips. "

"The warehouse in the canteen was empty at the time. Judging from the size of the warehouse, the food there should be shipped out of the warehouse in limited quantities every day. And it was still night. Even if there was a surplus in the warehouse, there wouldn't be too much. How did they do it? How long did it take?”

Rick frowned and thought after listening to Oscar's words.

"Didn't he say there were more than ten people at the beginning?"

Oscar shook his head and explained again: "If they had enough time and moved enough food, why would several people die? So it is obvious that there was not enough time, but the food there was still emptied, indicating that there was not much food. !”

"We'll find out when we go over and take a look."

The two returned to the dormitory area and rummaged through the cabinets to find the boxes on the floor. After counting, they found less than eighty boxes.

"Seventy-eight boxes, which is more than 3,000 bags of food, should be enough for five people to feed for a year, but when we saw them, they were not thin at all!"

After Oscar finished speaking, Rick seemed to suddenly think of something. He rushed to the room where Henry and others had previously kept the zombies, opened the door and looked inside.