Chapter 1783 968: Wuyi Mountain, Old House in the Hills

With every autumn rain, the chill deepens.

After entering October, the temperature drops rapidly with the onset of heavy rains.

Especially those on duty at the wall not only have to endure the cold rain but also stay vigilant to watch the zombies below, preventing them from piling up too high.

This is a significant challenge for them.

Therefore, Li Yu readjusted the duty schedule, pulling all personnel from the Outer City to join the shifts, drastically reducing the time each person has to be on duty, averaging only three hours a day.

Undoubtedly, this greatly alleviated the pressure on each person on duty.

The consecutive nights of torrential rain have built up some negative energy in many people, yet they mostly feel fortunate because, amid such a terrifying natural disaster, they still have a place to take shelter.

.......

Southern Paradise.

Madman had just left from Mr. Hu's place and with a sufficient supply of diesel, many things could proceed smoothly.

Braving the rain, he reached a rather spacious basement, which is their experimental field.

Supplementary lights were installed above the basement, and below, some crops that they recently started planting.

After a week, some green shoots have sprouted from the soil, and under the supplementary lights, they look quite pleasing.

Madman pulled a chair, leaned against it, his body soaking wet, rainwater dripping steadily from the edges of his clothes.

Looking at those green shoots, he inexplicably thought of his daughter.

Back then, her favorite was plants, she studied botany in university, but the zombie outbreak...

Madman stopped thinking further, pressing his hands on the chair as he slowly got up, picked up the nearby cane, and staggered towards his place of residence.

Along the wall, Chen Er and others braved the torrential rain to fend off zombies.

People in the Doomsday are always thinking up various ways to block zombies, like the methods Southern Paradise has, allowing them to survive until now, naturally, they have their way to resist zombies.

They lower a massive steel cylinder beneath the wall, able to freely adjust its height, with many blades or spikes welded onto it.

This solid cylinder weighs 1.5 tons.

A rail-like track is installed on the battlements, using the lever principle, people above move a crossbar, and their force is amplified via the lever principle, pushing the bladed cylinder below.

Running along the wall, the bladed cylinder below is pushed as well, knocking zombies away with the heavy steel cylinder.

Even if the zombies are numerous, the great momentum from fast movement, combined with the sharp blades, can split piled zombies in half.

Although this consumes manpower, the effect has been decent so far.

Though it's somewhat tiring.

The wheel keeps sliding, hardly stopping, it's like a relay race.

Without enough electricity, they can only resort to this manpower-based method.

But there are quite a number of people in Southern Paradise, two thousand of them, enough manpower to sustain this method.

....

West of Min Province.

Under Wuyi Mountain.

Four or five people are running through the forest, carrying bags and daring not to pause.

"Leader, where can we still go now?" asked a young man at the back.

The leading man carried a black bag, wearing a coat full of zombie flesh, which was continually washed away by the rain.

"South is no option, and there are zombies to the west, we'll head east into the mountains," said the leader quickly.

After speaking, he ran east through the rain.

Among the four or five people, only one flashlight illuminated the path ahead.

The rain made the path slippery, especially in the dense forest.

In the dense forest, the flourishing plants grew, among them the most abundant plant, called Iron Wolf Fern, locally known as "Road Fern."

Iron Wolf Fern is a kind of fern, growing on southern mountains, especially abundant on sandy slopes, tolerating poor soil and indifferent to drought.

These Iron Wolf Ferns stand over a meter tall, capable of hiding half a person.

They struggled to walk among them, occasionally scratched by the leaves on their faces.

They walked through the mountain rain for who knows how long.

Maybe hours, maybe more than ten hours.

The sky remained dim, they kept heading east.

After crossing a mountain, they finally discovered a small house.

This small house was very simple, less than ten square meters in area.

But they were already exhausted, finding a place like this was quite fortunate.

The man shone the flashlight inside quickly, no zombies present.

The walls on both sides were full of wooden shelves, with plastic barrels on the shelves, though sealed, unknown what's inside.

"Hurry in," said the leading man after entering, to the others behind him.

The three behind him ran inside.

After they entered, the leading man quickly closed the door, but the door, old and poorly maintained, upon closing, fell with a bang to the ground.

The man frowned, telling the others:

"Tui Zi, An Sheng, grab a couple of things to prop up the door."

Thud, thud, thud!

Tui Zi dropped two backpacks from his shoulder to the ground, which were not only his but also belonged to deceased team members on the way, containing food, naturally needing to be taken along.