The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 273: Chapter 229, They are so formal_1

Li Yahong’s voice came through the radio.

Compared to before, her tone when speaking has become much more solemn, embodying the demeanor of a faction leader.

With the changing environment, each person was also changing.

Perhaps they may not notice it themselves, but others could identify some changes.

The auto repair factory was publicly trading resources.

Where there were people willing to trade, there would definitely also be those scheming to steal or grab hold of some items.

The apocalypse had led to the total collapse of order.

Grabbing resources or forcing the living to lure zombies is nothing new.

Yet, the auto repair factory was willing to trade their surplus supplies instead of grabbing more.

To many people, it seemed like they were fools who were washed up by the crap about unity from the central station.

Li Yahong’s slightly warning tone echoed.

The radio drew silent for two or three seconds.

Then someone said: “Look, she’s actually upset about chatting.”

“I’m from the Butcher Shelter, and I won’t allow anyone to mess with the big sister from the auto repair factory.”

“You weren’t saying that just a moment ago.”

Many people joined in, voicing their support, and voices rumbling.

At this moment, Ma Zhiyong’s voice resounded in the channel.

“When will the trade start?”

Li Yahong replied, “In three days, I will inform you of the location.”

“Alright.”

After they finished their conversation and paused for a few seconds.

Someone started speaking again.

“Damn, the Flame God is really going to sell the armored vehicle?”

“The price is so good, I would trade for it too.”

Ma Zhiyong’s voice was broadcast again.

“I have gold on hand which I won’t trade for an armored vehicle.”

Well…

Even if armored vehicles and firearms aren’t used inside the city as mentioned in the channel, they still held sufficient intimidation towards other survivors.

Anyone who dared to rob the auto repair factory would not dare to confront the Flame God directly.

After sitting in the car and listening for a while, Wu Heng learned that Li Yahong was safe and that the deal was made three days later.

That means he should return the day after tomorrow.

Seeing that there is no problem, he turned off the car radio again.

After arranging for a skeleton to guard the factory area, he returned to his residence.

…

After having dinner.

Wen Mansha rested on his lap, saying, “Today, two men came to Burke’s place.”

Burke was a thief in his team.

During the attack by the Hammer Party, Wu Heng killed him directly.

His body was lost during the chaos of battle.

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His death was not disclosed, only a consolation payment was sent to his family.

It appears that those who gave him orders are also attempting to confirm his status.

“Have you found out who?” Wu Heng looked down at her.

“Not yet. When we followed them to the inner city district, they managed to throw us off,” Wen Mansha said as she turned to him, “but we have confirmed the range of their residence. I have arranged more people to inquire there. As long as this person shows up again, we can confirm his dwelling.”

Not being able to confirm the other party’s identity made Wu Heng a little disappointed.

He’s worried that they might have sensed something and would either leave or take some other actions.

But without a target, there’s no way to proceed, and thus he cannot demand too much from his gang members.

“It’s okay, keep an eye on it,” Wu Heng stretched out his hand into her collar and gently kneaded her.

Wen Mansha squirmed and continued, “You had Duke patrol my area, right?”

“Ah, what’s wrong?” Wu Heng retorted.

He indeed told Duke that if he had nothing else to do, he could help patrol her streets.

“Nothing, It’s just that Duke starts earlier than me every day. In a few more days, he’ll probably become a key figure in the gang,” Wen Manshy said with a smile.

“The Association hasn’t been assigning us tasks recently, so let him help you out,”Wu Heng replied.

“No, Duke is actually pretty good,” Wen Mansha still smiled.

The two chatted for a while on the first floor.

As the night gradually deepened, they went upstairs to rest.

…

The following morning.

Inside the Association team’s rest room.

Wu Heng sat in front of the sofa, facing the owners of the armor and weapon stores.

The owner of the armor store presented a blueprint and spread it out on the table, saying, “”Captain, this is our design. It includes the recovery of the Hammer Party’s damaged armor, extracting the ink iron and the native iron ores for smelting, to produce a batch of iron-grey armor, which are much stronger in defense but also heavier.”

He carefully glanced at Wu Heng, and continued, “Miss Wen Mansha has already agreed to this plan, it only depends on whether you are satisfied.”

Wu Heng looked at the design blueprint, the iron-grey coloring contrasted clearly with the Iron Guard Knights, and it looked quite good.

He was generally satisfied with the style, but such equipment would still be limited in quantity for now.

“What if we run out of such materials later?”

The armor shop owner proceeded to present a second blueprint, “This is the evolved version of the jumpsuit armor. By adding iron plates to the chest and hip areas, it can significantly increase defense.”

The jumpsuit rack was meant to be worn by skeleton attendants.

If normal soldiers wear it, it would substantially hinder their movements.

Wu Heng glanced at it, then nodded and said, “Alright, if Wen Mansha has agreed, I have no objection. You can start work anytime.”

“Alright Captain.” The owner of the armor store showed a smile.

Next was the owner of the weapon store. He didn’t have any blueprints as weapon specs were fixed.

He directly said, “Captain, we have also started production. Recently, we’ve received a batch of strong crossbows that are in pretty good condition. I’d like to ask if you’re interested.”

“Did you bring any?” Wu Heng asked.

“No, bringing strong crossbows into the Association is not appropriate.”

Wu Heng stood up, “Come on, let’s go to your shop and see.”

They traveled to the Weapon Store.

The store was still fairly empty, with nothing on the shelves.

The owner brought him to the backyard, took out a strong crossbow and handed it over, “This is from a gang sale, but it works perfectly.”

Wu Heng stared for a while, then handed it to the Blazing Blade standing behind him.

Drawing the string and loading the arrow.

With a bang, the arrow pierced through the wooden target at front.

“How many do you have,” Wu Heng inquired.

“We have altogether recovered 12.”

“How about the price of these? How would you price these recovered ones?”

“The price of a strong crossbow does not fluctuate much, we would charge you 40 silver coins per unit.”

“Deal, I’ll take all of them,” Wu Heng immediately responded.

It was said to be sold by the gang, but it seemed more like it was left behind during the battle with the Hammer Party, or perhaps sold out by some surviving factions.

The crossbow showed limited wear, likely from infrequent use.

The boss nodded, ordering his men to bring out all the strong crossbows and crossbow arrows.

Wu Heng stored them into his Space Ring and paid the corresponding silver coins to the other party.

Certain people’s collapsed equipment.

He continued, “For weapons, speed up the process, I’ll have Wen Mansha arrange for someone to come and inspect the goods.”

“Okay.”

After the simple interaction with the two men,

He directly left the shop.

…

On his way home,

He stopped to check on the construction of the Money Cat on the way.

The entire building’s exterior was covered by barriers, and some workers were removing the rubbish inside.

Many residents stood afar, whispering among themselves.

They were speculating about the shop’s next steps.

Wu Heng took a distant look and had no intention of going over.

He took a detour and went straight home.

After having lunch at home, he went to Zombie World through the boundary door.

…

Three o’clock in the afternoon.

Beep Beep Beep~!

A horn sounded.

The Skeletons blocking the factory gate made way.

The convoy drove into the factory area and slowly parked at an open space.

Li Yahong stepped out of the passenger vehicle and walked over.

“Tomorrow at the county’s passenger station, we’ll trade goods with other shelters. Some people might have ill intentions, we need your help to keep an eye on things.”

“Hmm, I will accompany you.” Wu Heng asked, “Are there many people involved in the trade?”

“Some should be coming over, but I’m not sure about the exact number.” Li Yahong thought for a moment and responded.

The discussion on the radio was intense, but not many people might show up after all.

After all, most of the roads were still dominated by zombies.

“We’ll see then. I’ve prepared some flour in the warehouse, I’ll bring it along as the food for trade.” Wu Heng said.

“Flour? Did you find it in the other factories nearby?”

“You don’t need to worry about it. Have Qiangzi and the others load it into the truck.” Wu Heng stated.

“Okay.” Li Yahong didn’t ask anymore and gestured towards Qiangzi and the others to head towards the warehouse mentioned by Wu Heng.

When the warehouse door opened, neatly stacked large bags of flour inside were revealed.

“Put out the cigarette. Don’t you know that fire is not permitted here?” Wang Chenggang snuffed out the cigarette in someone else’s mouth.

Li Yahong also realized, “Move them into the vehicle. No open flames, be careful.”

“Alright, Sister Hong.”

The crowd responded in unison and began to load the flour into the vehicle.

…

On the other side, Wu Heng also made some arrangements for the Skeletons.

No.2 Big Head was left in command of nearly ten thousand Skeleton soldiers to hold the factory area.

This place still needed to be occupied.

The solar panels in several warehouses and the entire factory area would be useful in the future.

Therefore, even if he left, he needed to ensure this place was protected.

Zombie hordes definitely wouldn’t come over.

He was just worried that some survivors seeing that no one was here would take everything away.

“We’re done moving everything.” Li Yahong walked over.

“I’ve finished giving instructions here too. Let’s go, it’s better to get there earlier.”

Li Yahong nodded, and together they boarded the passenger vehicle.

Then, the convoy set off, leaving the factory area.

…

The night was deep.

As they approach the passenger station, the road lamps were replaced with solar panels, illuminating the area for a hundred meters on both sides of the gate.

Seeing the convoy approach, the passenger station’s gate opened immediately.

The convoy drove in slowly.

Everyone began to act on their own, some unloading goods, while a few briefed Li Yahong on the recent situation.

After all the goods were moved, everyone returned to their rooms to rest.

Knock Knock Knock~!

A soft knock on the door echoed.

Opening the door revealed a figure in pajamas with short hair hanging loose.

Li Yahong made a shushing gesture and carefully stepped in, closing the door behind her.

Wu Heng lifted her onto the bed.

…

The next day.

Two modified SUVs drove into the county’s commercial area.

The man driving the car with his hair loose said, “Bro, do you really believe that the auto repair shop has so many resources? I hope we’re not making this trip in vain.”

Next to him sat a middle-aged man with a thick beard. He pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, knocked out half a cigar, and lit it.

“Even if it’s a wasted trip, it’s fine. If it’s true, we can get some food early. If we go too late, others might get all their stuff.” He took a deep breath and continued, “The Flame God has an armored car, I think they will use it for resource exchange sooner or later.”

“Do you really believe them? I don’t think they have food now. Only a fool would use food to exchange for gold at this time.”

And added in his heart, and those who do believe it are even more foolish.

They passed an intersection.

The eyes of both men widened.

The road began to clear up. Although there were blood stains on the ground, no zombies were in sight.

This was the main road in the county.

No zombies?

Slow down, there are people up ahead.

Schhh~!

The car started to slow down.

In front of the road, scrapped cars were blocking both sides of the road.

In the middle of the road was a checkpoint, just wide enough for one car to pass through.

A few people in anti-stab suits, wearing helmets, and holding…. crossbows, signaled to them.

“Bro, should we stop?”

“Of course we should stop, why do you think we came here?”

The two cars came to a halt one after the other.

Behind the checkpoint, a man quickly walked over.

He asked, “Ahead is the Auto Repair Shop Shelter, are you here to trade goods?”

“Damn, bro, they are so organized.”