Without walls, once an emergency breaks out, the survivors will have to disperse their limited manpower, which will inevitably result in insufficient combat power.
Even so, there is still no guarantee of enemy invasion, because there are too many places for entry between villages.
The police survivors had earlier made fences out of wood and wire to ward off outsiders.
But they all know in their hearts that it's okay to rely on those random zombies in Hell, but to deal with large numbers of zombies and humans with ulterior motives, that's...
"Well, I basically agree with what Lao Lin said, but at the same time as building the fence, we should also carry out the repair of the buildings at home. Everyone must have felt this blizzard. The structures of the houses we live in are not considered. If they are not repaired, they should not be renovated. Reinforcement has the potential to cause catastrophe.”
Zhao Yunhai's words quickly resonated with everyone. After all, although the wall was important, it did not pose any real threat to the survivors.
There have been several false alarms in the past, but because they did not evolve into reality, the survivors did not really have a deep understanding of the presence or absence of the wall.
But the situation in the house was different. The consecutive days of heavy snowfall made every resident survivor feel the threat from the dilapidated house.
In order to prevent the snow from collapsing the roof, they had to climb high and low to clear the snow every once in a while. Even in the freezing cold and windy midnight, they had to go out bravely.
Therefore, these pains are truly faced by the survivors, and they also truly understand the helplessness and hardship.
When Lao Zhao mentioned the matter of renovating the house, everyone who was eating immediately put down their bowls and chopsticks, and all expressed their approval.
"Emma, this house really needs to be renovated. You don't know that the wind was blowing those nights. I thought it was haunted."
"Chaozi, that's why I say you're stupid! You can't even talk about things electronically. It's windy! Did you look at us going out to clear the snow in the middle of the night? I'm not telling you, brother, you think that's the case The trembling sound is no worse than a ghost's howl!" Wenquan Xin clicked his tongue. Then he took a sip of hot soup.
"Okay, okay! Let's talk about business, stop talking nonsense! Old Zhao, the house is related to everyone's life safety, this matter is not a trivial matter. I agree to dedicate a wave of people to deal with this matter." Hu Xiaodong stopped. Wu and Wen were playful and raised their hands to give their approval.
Hearing this, Lao Xu tapped the table with his finger: "Well, that's okay. We'll do it in two groups, one to build the wall, and one to clean the room. But the main thing is to focus on the wall first. As for the whole room, , first make a few projects with a good overall structure, and wait for the other houses to be built slowly in the future.”
Lao Xu weighed it up and finally felt that the security of the station was the first priority.
After all, if there is no solid and complete city wall as a backing, it will not help even if you build the accommodation behind.
Come back. If someone else makes a surprise attack, the survivors will have to go back to their old ways and hand over the home they have worked so hard to build to others. This is what Lao Xu doesn't want to see.
On the contrary, no matter how bad the housing conditions are, as long as the city wall is strong enough, even if you set up tents and stay inside, you can sit back and relax, right?
"But this way, Lao Zhao, you will have to work harder. We will try our best to cooperate with your work!"
No one here can take over Lao Zhao's work. Lao Zhao smiled and waved his hands: "It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter! It's not hard work. This is what I eat for dinner. I built a wall and the whole house came with me." Huobi, it’s really not a problem!”
Lao Zhao is really not bragging. He can even build high-rise buildings, let alone a mere city wall. How many huts?
If he had to find something that restricted his progress, it would probably be because there were no special machines and tools for him to use.
"Do you have anything to add?" Xu Renjie picked up the spoon in his hand, lowered his head and took a sip.
Survivors, you look at me, I look at you, and finally it was Lao Lin who spoke: "We have limited manpower, so let's focus on the two things we just mentioned. Once we're done, we can do other things."
Nodding, Lao Xu also meant the same thing: "Well, in that case, let's do this first."
After lunch, everyone took a rest. According to the plan, the repair work on the wall would start again in the afternoon.
This was a big deal, an undoubted matter, and all the survivors knew the significance of this matter, so Lao Xu didn't emphasize it too much at the dinner table. He knew that everyone would show up at the construction site voluntarily.
Lao Zhao returned to the house and drank some hot tea to moisten his throat. After drinking it, he was about to take off his clothes and go to the bedroom to sleep. Unexpectedly, his daughter Zhao Lina walked in with Zhu Weiyang.
"Hey, Nana, are you done?"
"Well, I just finished cleaning up."
"Thank you both for your hard work. Lieutenant, it's not easy for you to prepare so many dishes today!" He raised his finger and gave Wei Yang a thumbs up.
Wei Yang shook his head when he saw this, and then smiled: "No, Uncle Zhao, Xiaona and Demi both helped, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to do it so fast."
"Sister Wei, please don't be modest. Xiaomi and I are just playing base, so we can't help you. The main force is still up to you." Zhao Lina was very sensible and put the credit on Wei Yang.
Lao Zhao looked at the two girls in front of him with a kind expression, and his heart was filled with relief.
Once upon a time, Lao Zhao thought that he would never see his daughter in this life, so after meeting Wei Yang, he always treated the latter as his own daughter.
But he didn't expect that his daughter would also come back to him.
For these, Lao Xu was full of gratitude. He thanked God for his care for him, and at the same time felt happy that he could have his two daughters by his side in the last days.
And just as Lao Zhao was immersed in this warm atmosphere, Zhao Lina brought him back to reality.
"Dad, Sister Wei and I came here this time to discuss something with you."
"Oh? What's the matter?" After being slightly startled, Lao Zhao raised his eyes and glanced at the two people in front of him, then straightened his body and asked seriously: "What's the matter? Let me tell you."
"That's it, Uncle Zhao, we plan to..."
"Hey, Sister Wei, let me speak and I will speak." Zhao Lina grabbed the lapel of Wei Yang's clothes, shook it twice, and then gave Wei Yang a look.
Seeing this, Wei Yang nodded with a smile and did not continue.
"Haha, what, why is it so mysterious? You still have to tell me?" Old Zhao, who was in a good mood, stared at his daughter with a smile on his face.
Zhao Lina flicked her ponytail: "Of course it's a big event. Dad, Sister Wei and I will discuss it and plan to hold a celebration."
"Celebration!?" As soon as he said this, Old Zhao frowned slightly: "That's great, why do you think of having a celebration? Can you tell me why?"
"How's it going? Sister Wei, am I right? My dad must not be able to figure out the situation, right?" (To be continued.)
