Chapter 1779 - 966: Four Days of Torrential Rain

The heavy rain has been ongoing for four days.

The Mobile Switch Blade in the Big Camphor Tree Base has been running continuously, producing a loud noise that can be heard even by those in the Inner City.

But hearing the sound of the blade provides them with a sense of security.

Only the first layer of the switch blade is activated, and the zombies are stacked up to a height of eight to nine meters.

The dead zombies are quickly eaten by other zombies.

The personnel on duty on the wall have changed over several times, from Xiao Jun, Old Bi, Zhou Tian, Huang Zheng, to Old Qin and others.

Now everyone is back, manpower is not lacking, so they do not feel as exhausted.

First Outer City.

The Jackals looked at Xiao Yong reading under the light, placing his hands behind his head, his body leaning back slowly, staring at the ceiling.

The rainwater outside the window poured down, the window was closed, and the rain could not enter.

The room did not have heating on, with a temperature of just thirteen or fourteen degrees, but dressed in thick clothes, they did not feel cold.

Inexplicably, he recalled long ago, during that flood disaster with heavy rain, in that dilapidated wooden house. If they had not gone up the mountain then, had not found the food in the layer of the grocery store, perhaps.....

He felt that the current scene was inexplicably familiar, as if he had dreamed of it before.

For him, he could not hope to return to that peaceful life before the Doomsday.

Back then, being able to live in the Doomsday like this was already very good.

He was very satisfied.

A smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, glanced at his watch, it was already eight o’clock in the evening.

So he said to Xiao Yong: "Xiao Yong, that’s enough, go wash up and get ready for bed."

"Let me read for a while longer." Xiao Yong’s eyes seemed to shine, as if absorbed by the content of the book.

"No more than half an hour more." The Jackals shook his head and said.

"Okay." Xiao Yong didn’t lift his head, continuing to read the book.

The Jackals saw him like this, shook his head, and said to Xiao Yong: "I’ll go across to your Uncle Qin’s place, something’s come up for me."

Xiao Yong buried himself behind the book, not lifting his head and said: "Okay, got it."

Under the light, you could see the cover of Xiao Yong’s book, written "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea."

The Jackals left the room, but he didn’t close the door.

The room’s windows were closed, so shutting the door would make it too stuffy.

Moreover, he was just in the room opposite, and he only needed to lift his head to see Xiao Yong in this room.

The Jackals walked into the room opposite, seeing Old Qin and Ant were both inside.

Old Qin was holding a knife, carving wood, seemingly trying to carve a figure, but it wasn’t formed yet, and nobody knew who he intended to carve.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ant was stroking his German Shepherd, Xiao Hei. Xiao Hei, seeing the Jackals come in, only lifted its head, then closed its eyes again, lying quietly at Ant’s feet, enjoying his master’s touch.

"What’s the situation outside the walls, Old Qin?" The Jackals asked after walking in.

"Similar to before, all controlled, but those jumping type zombies appeared, though they haven’t caused much trouble now, it’s just unclear whether we’d still see such zombies once the rain stops," Old Qin’s hand paused, then looked at the Jackals and said.

Ant, while stroking Xiao Hei’s head, said: "I heard the City Lord personally captured one of those zombies, and the Research Room is investigating it."

The Jackals sat next to Ant, looked at the heavy rain outside, murmuring: "I wonder how much longer this rain will last..."

"Who cares," said Ant, with his head lowered.

....

Fifth Satellite City.

Another zombie jumped up on the wall, a member not far from Feng Lihou tried to pick up a weapon to resist, but suddenly his legs gave way, and he collapsed on the ground.

The zombie jumped up with sharp teeth, directly biting his arm.

"Ah!!"

Feng Lihou heard the noise, rushed over, spearing the zombie to death.

"Brother Lihou, I... kill me." The man on the ground said painfully.

Feng Lihou’s eyes were grief-stricken, looking around, too many had fallen these past few days, seeing fewer and fewer people beside him, his feelings couldn’t be expressed.

Squelch!

Feng Lihou still met his request, killing him.

At this moment, despair and rage intertwined, making him somewhat frenzied.

He started to continuously attack and kill zombies, but he wasn’t made of iron, having lasted this long was purely driven by sheer willpower now.

He was at the end of his rope.

Just then, a voice came from below the wall.

"Old Feng, we’ve sealed the doors and windows, hurry down, continuing is meaningless." Big Mouth shouted at Feng Lihou.

Feng Lihou was stunned, looking at the wall with less than a third left, then shouted: "Everyone, retreat in order, Big Cat, we’ll have some people covering."

Upon hearing this, everyone already thinking of retreat quickly moved back, rushing madly to the central building.

The prefab houses made of iron sheets were already dismantled by Big Mouth and the others as material to seal the doors and windows.

They’d taken everything that could be used in the Satellite City to the central building for reinforcement.

Even the carts left behind by Old Huang and the others were split into two, nailed to the doors and windows.

This small building, less than five floors, had stairs leading to the top floor packed with various items to block zombies stacked to the roof from coming down.