Fifteen minutes later, Lin Xinghai stood high on a factory building in the industrial park, looking at the dense crowds and combat robots below, busy carrying various materials to the armored vehicle.
Seen from his height, it really feels a bit like ants moving.
In fact, they are indeed doing the same thing.
It's just that you are not moving your own home, but moving other people's "homes" back.
The armored vehicles loaded with supplies and equipment drove one after another along the safely opened passage towards the outside of Guanghan City. The end of the queue was almost endless.
They will first transport these supplies back to the military base camp outside Guanghan City.
Once you get there, you're basically half safe.
"Colonel Zhang Yue, how long will it take to empty these things?" Lin Xinghai asked Zhang Yue beside him.
Now he has received a new task, which is to summon a third-level mercenary group, plus the military's rapid response force, to form a temporary emergency team to handle any emergencies at any time.
Of course, this emergency mainly refers to zombies.
There are too many zombies here in Guanghan City. It took less than two hours from the time the zombies fled to the time they cleaned up all the zombies in the industrial park.
However, the number of zombies that had become scarce in the vicinity has gradually increased again. Although it is still far from what it was at the beginning, it has gradually posed a certain threat to their transportation work.
Obviously, the longer it takes to move supplies, the more disadvantageous it is for them. So how long it takes is very important, and Lin Xinghai must ask clearly.
"We have just made detailed statistics and found that the materials in the industrial park are about 20% more than we originally estimated. Of course, even if there are more metal resources, with so many robots helping, it will only take a little time.
Not long”
"Mainly the more important production lines. If we want to move them completely, we cannot use violent disassembly. This kind of technical work is the most time-consuming, so the moving work is likely to last until tomorrow morning." Zhang
Yue said.
"Then you have to gamble on luck." Lin Xinghai sighed softly.
"Well, that's true. We can only hope that those mutated zombies won't come back for the time being." Zhang Yue said helplessly.
Lin Xinghai: "But I don't want to gamble."
Zhang Yue: "Uh...what do you mean?"
Lin Xinghai: "The furthest range of small fission missiles is 10 kilometers, right?"
Zhang Yue: "Well, that's right."
Lin Xinghai: "Then let the bombardment team prepare. If those mutated zombies come back, I will kill them again. Even if they are forced to evacuate, I will bite off a piece of flesh on them."
Zhang Yue: "Okay!"
The conversation between the two was brief, but the soldiers nearby were shocked. Although human beings seemed very small in front of this million-level corpse tide, with Lin Xinghai here, at least they would not let mermaids eat their flesh.
At least as Lin Xinghai said, even if he is forced to retreat, he must bite off a piece of flesh from the opponent's body.
Time is passing by, and everyone is racing against time to carry out the transportation work. Everyone knows that every time you bring back one more truck of resources here, the shelter will be more perfect.
For people living in the last days, shelter is their home, and everyone hopes that their home can be built better.
Many mercenary groups even temporarily donated their armored vehicles for loading and unloading cargo.
Time continued to pass, and several hours passed quickly.
When the time came to 3 a.m., Zhang Yue suddenly relaxed after receiving a message.
"What's wrong?" Lin Xinghai was a little curious.
"According to the latest statistics, the resources shipped out now can already complete the first scale expansion of the Star Shield Shelter."
"And three of the five most important production lines have now been moved. It can be said that we have actually achieved the original goal."
"Even if the zombie wave comes now, we can evacuate without any burden. Of course, every additional truck of resources taken away now is a profit." Zhang Yue said, with a rare smile on his face.
Everyone, including Lin Xinghai, felt as if the burden on their shoulders was relieved when they heard the news.
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This time, Lady Luck may have really been on their side, until the next morning, but the last truck of resources was transported from the industrial park, and mutated zombies also came.
The biggest danger throughout the night was just a group of nearly 300 zombies coming to attack.
But such danger did not even alarm Lin Xinghai. Even after four o'clock in the morning, Lin Xinghai went back to the temporary tent to rest.
"Comrade Lin Xinghai, General Lin invites you to come over and hope to discuss the next development plan with you." After dawn, Zhang Yue found Lin Xinghai who had just woken up and said.
Hearing what the other party said, Lin Xinghai couldn't help but show a look of surprise on his face.
If Lin Zhengyang called him over to celebrate, or give him a reward, he would still understand, but now he was suddenly talking about development plans with him, which made him feel a little confused.
Shouldn't this kind of matter be decided in a meeting with Wei Tianxing and other senior officials after returning to the Star Shield Shelter?
Of course, although he was surprised and puzzled, he immediately followed Zhang Yue to the temporary command post.
When he saw Lin Zhengyang again, he also showed obvious fatigue on his face. Seeing this scene, Lin Xinghai was a little surprised.
Although Lin Zhengyang is over 60 years old, the opponent is stronger than the one in the blood realm.
Logically speaking, if you are at the other party's level, even if you don't eat or drink for a few days, it shouldn't be a big deal.
As for the other party being tired, there is probably only one reason, and that is because they are really thinking about this war.
"Mr. Lin, what do you want from me?" Lin Xinghai asked respectfully. He still respected Lin Zhengyang quite a bit.
"Xiaohai! Come sit here and have a taste of this Tieguanyin. This thing can't be grown now. You really need to drink a little to get rid of it." Seeing Lin Xinghai, Lin Zhengyang enthusiastically served the tea himself.
"Mr. Lin, please sit down, I can do it myself." Lin Xinghai said quickly.
"No, no, no, you deserve this. I will now use tea instead of wine to thank you for your contribution to the Star Shield Shelter. Without you, we would have never been able to win this zombie wave."
"And this time, your team has contained almost all the mutated zombies, so we can win at such a small cost." Lin Zhengyang raised his tea cup and said.
Seeing this, Lin Xinghai hurriedly raised a glass to greet him, and at the same time he was a little curious, "Mr. Lin, I'm a little curious, how many zombies did we annihilate this time? How many casualties were there?"
