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Big Camphor Tree Base.

As night fell, everything returned to calm.

The mechanical noise from the Mountain Pond over the past two days has not stopped.

An Ya, along with some others, has been salvaging some damaged crops and rebuilding greenhouses these past two days.

They have hoarded many greenhouses, enough to last them a long time.

With no shortage of materials, progress has been quite swift these two days.

A third of the greenhouses have already been repaired, but they need to replant the crops.

However, the timing of planting in Big Camphor Tree Base’s underground plantation and greenhouses varies, so it doesn’t really affect them.

The use of greenhouses and indoor planting allows them to disregard seasonal cycles, eliminating the need to wait for harvest season for a yield.

Therefore, under such circumstances, they have a batch of mature crops almost every two months, while also needing to sow new seeds.

This ensures the stability of their food supply.

If all crops in the base were planted simultaneously, with synchronized harvest times and long cycles, any uncontrollable situation would cause significant losses.

It’s better to spread the risk. It might be a bit inconvenient, but it’s necessary.

During the daytime, Li Hang, Li Tie, and others already loaded the food to be transported to Oil City onto the helicopter.

The Jackals also conducted two test flights with the helicopter and performed maintenance and repair work on it.

The aviation fuel for the journey has been loaded onto the vehicle, waiting for early tomorrow when Third Uncle and the others will head to Oil City.

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In Oil City.

Old Bi noticed outside that the typhoon had calmed down considerably, yet the zombies still lingered.

The typhoon days left him sleepless, not just because of the raging winds and howling zombies outside.

But also because of the constant anxiety and worry that danger could erupt at any moment.

He misses the Big Camphor Tree Base immensely and realizes how comfortable it was to be there.

At least with tall walls around, there’s a strong sense of security.

The sleepless nights have caused occasional heart pain from exhaustion.

However, this evening, he received a message from Li Yu that Third Uncle and others would transport food to them tomorrow and help divert the zombies.

Upon hearing the good news, Old Bi joyfully told everyone around him.

There was a cheer.

Being trapped indoors by zombies, with the water level rising and safety uncertain, was both frustrating and oppressive.

The water level had reached their waists, and they had moved many items to the second floor.

But there were too many people, and some had to remain on the first floor.

Outside, the rain had stopped, but the drainage was blocked, leaving the accumulated water in Oil City unremoved.

Their food supply was down to less than two days, forcing them to cut each person’s food ration to last longer.

Old Bi was full of anticipation, hoping that Third Uncle and the others would arrive tomorrow.

.....

Early the next morning.

Li Yu got up and went straight to the duty room.

Unexpectedly, Third Uncle was already in Weng City this early.

”Third Uncle, so early?”

Third Uncle was checking the helicopter, having already refueled it, and everything inside was stored, ready for departure.

Hearing Li Yu’s voice, Third Uncle took off his gloves and said, ”The sooner we leave, the sooner we return. Today, we’ll need to refuel halfway, which might take some extra time.”

Li Yu entered the helicopter to look inside, then came out and said to Third Uncle, ”Equipped with rocket launchers, heavy machine guns, and automatic rifles, Third Uncle, be careful on the way.”

Third Uncle walked to a faucet in Weng City, washed his hands, and turned to Li Yu, saying, ”Don’t worry, it’s about time. We should get going. Let your aunt know, I didn’t wake her since she was still asleep.”

”Alright,” Li Yu said, looking at Third Uncle.

Soon, it was seven in the morning.

The Jackals, Ant, and Old Qin were also coming out of the First Outer City.

They skillfully donned bullet-proof vests and checked their firearms.

The firearms were all registered, with each gun marked for its user.

For them, using the guns they were accustomed to was more handy.

It was still early, and only Uncle and Old Lv were in the duty room.

The sky was dimly lit.

Li Yu watched Third Uncle and the others board the helicopter and take off.

After seeing them off, Uncle suddenly asked, ”I heard Old Bi is managing things over in Oil City? Your Second Uncle mentioned it’s a monthly rotation, right?”

Li Yu, upon hearing this, calculated the time; it had been nearly a month and a half since they dealt with the Motorcycle Gang.

Hmm....

Oh well, let’s just round it off. Let Old Bi and the others stay there for another half month, then rotate someone else next time.

Meanwhile.

In Oil City.

Old Bi sneezed and looked out through a window gap to see it was daylight.

The wind had decreased significantly, and the rain had ceased.

He eagerly anticipated the arrival of Third Uncle and the others, bringing food, so he could return to Big Camphor Tree Base.

He’s not sure who will replace him this time, but it’s likely Old Luo, as Director Li mentioned last time that Old Luo would be next.