Chapter 1317 Uncle San’s Warning!

The terrifying zombie tide of tens of millions was temporarily suppressed by artillery bombardment.

The subsequent oil array burned the zombie tide within a radius of four kilometers.

Even if some zombies survived and approached the wall, they were cut off by the mobile gate knife.

It can be said that they successfully withstood this terrifying zombie tide!

However, Uncle San and Ju Tianrui and others were very distressed.

Because every minute now, a large amount of oil is consumed.

But even so, they had no choice but to endure it.

If there were not so many survivors coming in, there would definitely not be so many zombies!

But there is no turning back, people have already come in, and they can only continue to resist.

Meeting room.

After Uncle San finished chatting with Li Yu and the second brother at the headquarters base, he put down the headset and stood up.

He was sticky all over. He had just stood on the wall of the trading market for half an hour. Even with a raincoat, he was soaked all over.

Such a heavy rain can't be stopped at all.

The shoes made a gurgling sound, and the shoes were filled with rainwater.

The friction made a gurgling sound.

Suddenly.

Uncle San stopped and looked back at the conference room, but didn't see Ju Tianrui.

So he asked the operator in the conference room: "Where is Ju Tianrui?"

The operator quickly said: "He went to the oil well. It seems that he is discussing with Ma Gong whether he can resume oil excavation."

Uncle San nodded slightly.

Before, he had the experience of continuing to excavate during heavy rain.

This time, there was a thunderstorm, and then there was a storm. Now it has finally stabilized and it is just heavy rain.

If the oil well excavation process can be resumed, it will be a good thing for them.

This means that the oil formation can last longer.

Uncle San did not rush back to the room to rest, but went to the oil well.

The oil well excavation site is surrounded by concrete and ordinary people cannot enter.

The guard saw Uncle San coming and automatically let him pass.

"Minister."

"Where is Ju Tianrui?"

The guard pointed to the oil warehouse and said: "The battalion commander and Ma Gong are over there."

"Okay."

Uncle San nodded and walked over there.

Before entering the warehouse, he heard the conversation coming from outside the door.

"Ma Gong, can you weigh whether we can start excavation?"

"Captain Ju, I just told you that the storm a few days ago caused rainwater to overflow. It will take time to clean it up?"

"How long will it take?"

"Three days!"

"Okay, then I'll give you three days to clean it up and start excavating immediately!"

"Okay, I personally don't agree with it. Excavating in this rainstorm environment is likely to cause rainwater to overflow, and the excavation speed will be greatly affected."

Squeak--

Uncle San heard this and pushed the door open.

"Will mining in a rainstorm cause irreparable damage to the oil well?"

"Minister."

"Minister."

The two heard the voice and looked at the door. When they saw Uncle San at the door, they hurriedly greeted him.

"Will it?" Uncle San asked again.

He looked at Ma Sailong. He didn't understand this either, so he needed to ask professionals for their opinions.

Ma Sailong hesitated and said:

"That won't happen, but the speed is a bit slow."

Uncle San looked at his expression seriously, "Are you sure?"

"Yes. It's just that the risk to the excavators is relatively high," Ma Sailong answered carefully.

"Uh"

Uncle San thought for a while and said:

"Let's clean up the oil wells for now, and we'll talk about mining later."

After that, he looked at Ju Tianrui.

"You have to keep an eye on the current duty rotation. It's easy for everyone to get sick and catch a cold in the rainstorm."

"If I remember correctly, Zhu Xiao and Guo Peng are still guarding the trading market, right?"

"Yes."

Ju Tianrui nodded and said: "There was a storm some time ago, and they didn't dare to go out at that time, so they have been guarding the trading market wall."

Uncle San frowned.

He said seriously: "Replace people!"

"It's been so long, their bodies can't stand it. Now that the storm is over, replace them immediately."

"You have to replace people for the walls of the Oil City too. They are not made of iron and can't stand it for a long time!"

Ju Tianrui hurriedly said: "Do you want to recruit those survivors to help us guard the walls of the trading market?"

"The city lord proposed this method to us before."

Uncle San thought for a while and said:

"It's not time yet. At this stage, let's guard it ourselves."

"Besides, don't we have people from South Paradise to help? If there is not so much manpower, don't let those survivors help guard it."

"Okay, then I'll arrange it now." Ju Tianrui looked at Ma Sailong, bowed to Uncle San, and turned to leave.

After Ju Tianrui left, Ma Sailong hesitated for a few seconds and said:

"Minister, in fact, if we run out of oil, we can still use gasoline."

Uncle San naturally knew the purpose of his saying this.

Now the rainstorm is so heavy, and the risk of oil extraction is high. If it is not the most difficult time, he doesn't want the workers to take risks.

But oil reserves are of great importance.

These oil mining workers never had to face zombies directly, and they could also earn a lot of points.

They had never even left the oil city, but they became non-staff members just by earning points, enjoying guaranteed food, and their accumulated points were even higher than Zhong Chuchu and the others.

In normal times, this job is a job with low risk and high points.

Now is the time of crisis, but you don’t want to take risks?

How could such a good thing happen!

If all the fuel is used up, what will be used for all the armored vehicles and tanks in Oil City?

Ready to mine and refine?

The third uncle stared at him and said with sharp eyes:

"We can't use up all the oil and fuel!"

"If you don't want workers to go mining, then from today on, you can take workers to guard the trading market."

Marcelon looked embarrassed and said, "Minister, that's not what I meant. I'm just worried that the risks involved during mining are high and the workers may not be willing."

"Don't want to?"

The third uncle's tone suddenly rose.

"I see you are getting used to it, right?!"

His eyes were like knives.

"Now everyone is working hard and risking their lives to protect this city!"

"You don't want to take any risks?"

"Don't Zhu Xiao and the others have no risk at all on the wall? If the zombie wave rushes in, they will be the first to die!"

"If we can't stop the zombie wave, we will all die!"

"Lao Ma, what you just said made me very unhappy!"

The third uncle snorted coldly:

"You remember, the people who extract oil, the headquarters base does not lack such talents."

"If you don't do it, don't do it again and leave Oil City!"

After saying that, the third uncle stopped looking at him and walked toward the door without looking back.

"Minister, minister, minister, I."

Marseille trotted all the way to his third uncle and said with a pale face:

"Minister, I, I, I was wrong."

"Do you really know that you are wrong?" Third Uncle looked at him coldly.

"I really know I was wrong!"

The third uncle stared at him for a while and then said:

"Do you know what kind of environment the survivors outside live in?"

"You guys have food, hot water, and a heater to dry the clothes in your room!"

"Can you fight on the front line? Can you use artillery? You can extract oil!"

"Are you telling me that you're afraid of risks now?"

"You really know you are wrong. Later you and the workers will go to the trading market wall and guard it for me 24 hours a day!"

"If you don't want to go, you won't want to go in this life!"

"Step aside!"

Marseille was trembling all over, and he knelt on the ground in despair.

This was terrible and made the minister angry.

Kneeling on the ground, he reflected for a while, then drew his bow from left to right and slapped his face twice.

"What an idiot I am!"

(asking for monthly ticket)