Rotting Land: Survive

After the meal, taking advantage of everyone’s idle chat, Old Xu allocated the lodging for the night: "Everyone quiet down, this... based on the number of usable rooms you submitted earlier, we currently have 5 usable rooms. I’ve organized it as follows: I, Li Xiaoxin, and Shen Lian will stay in the house at the village head; Lei Tong, Duan Chengwu, and Hua Biao will stay at the village tail."

As soon as he said this, Wen Quanxin immediately interrupted: "Old Xu, you’re joking, we checked the front house, its doors and windows are all broken, and the wind blows through from north to south, how can anyone live there?"

Old Xu knew about the house’s condition; he also wanted the soldiers to stay in the better houses at the rear, but currently the village has no defenses, and the front and rear entrances are critical paths for entering and exiting the village, so someone must be stationed there, therefore...

Just as Old Xu was about to speak, Li Xiaoxin stepped in before him: "Xiao Wen, it’s okay, this house is much better than surviving outdoors in the open and on the ground, hehe, we appreciate the thought, it’s no big deal."

"Yeah! This little issue is nothing in our Sharp Blade Company!" Lei Tong’s words carried quite a bit of bravado.

"Alright! Let me continue, Wei Yang, Fangfang, He Jing will stay in this room, then Tang Xiaoquan, Xiao Zhang, Old Zhao, and..."

Looking at Wang Qiang in the crowd, Old Xu couldn’t help but shake his head: "And Qiangzi, the four of you will be responsible for the safety of those three. Next, Old Lin, Li Zhong, Li Guo will have one room; Hu Xiaodong, Wu Chao, Wen Quanxin, Luo Baocun, Wang Zhongyu another; remaining, Wei Dazhuang, Bi Dahu, Yue Guishan another; If anyone has any suggestions, you can make mutual adjustments."

It’s not hard to see that Old Xu’s personnel arrangements were quite thoughtful, he essentially arranged a team leader group in each room. Then, based on everyone’s usual relationships, joining time, and age span, he made assignments.

This not only avoids the atmosphere in the house being too awkward, but also ensures there’s a leader in each room during emergencies.

The survivors did not raise any objections to Old Xu’s arrangements, and after chatting for a while, due to the gradually lowering temperature at night, everyone formed their groups and returned to their rooms to escape the cold winter.

"Remember to arrange for people to take turns keeping watch at night, contact me with any situation!" Seeing everyone off, Xu Renjie advised, then led his people towards the broken house at the village head, tonight they would stand the first watch for the team there.

As time ticked away, the night grew darker, and the survivors each kept busy with their affairs in the rooms.

The room that was the most lively was undoubtedly the one gathered with the two big jokers, Wang Zhongyu and Wen Quanxin, these young people, upon entering, immediately found a table to start playing cards, not showing any intention to sleep despite the travel fatigue.

In contrast, Old Zhao’s room, with the best environment, seemed much more subdued.

Due to the presence of Wang Qiang and He Jing, two individuals suffering emotional distress, the entire room’s atmosphere was rather gloomy.

Originally, Tang Xiaoquan had hoped to spend the night under the same roof, chatting closely and enjoying the moon with Wei Yang, but due to the current situation, he had to stand guard over Wang Qiang outside the room.

Four men, a dog, just sat there staring at each other in silence.

Old Zhao initially wanted to find some topics to chat about, but seeing Wang Qiang’s dazed look, he instantly lost interest.

In the end, the group wisely decided that wasting time in this meaningless stupor was less beneficial than resting early to gather energy for tomorrow’s battle.

Tang Xiaoquan volunteered to take the first watch, wanting to use the night to record some recent happenings.

Although this idea seemed boring, Tang Xiaoquan felt it was very important.

First, it was a form of entertainment to pass time; he even thought about someday turning these notes into a novel.

He later actually did this, and chose a fitting name: "Rotting Land: Survive".

Second, he naturally liked to ponder things, always taking things into consideration. Recording past events was a form of reflection and summary for him.

After all, many experienced things are a form of wealth, especially in the apocalypse. If you can summarize and catalog these things and avoid them in the journey to survival, then everything done now is worthwhile.

As midnight arrived, a figure slowly moved through the village, Old Xu cloaked in a coat, holding a flashlight, walked alone.

He still couldn’t be at ease about the security of the place, after all, there are too many ways to penetrate the area, even though he arranged personnel along the main path front and back, as he said before the meal, the village is surrounded by fields; if someone’s intent is to sneak in, they could easily and covertly do so through these areas.

He must hurry to solve the village’s security problems, otherwise, sooner or later something will happen.

Tightening his coat, Old Xu cursed the damn weather.

With nothing happening overnight, it suddenly became morning.

Perhaps because of knowing the survivors had a big job today, the long gloomy weather finally rarely revealed a ray of warm sunlight.

Due to habit, the survivors routinely got up early.

The soldiers conscientiously carried out their morning run, while the rest of the survivors gathered at "Old Zhao’s" house to wait for breakfast to be served.

Breakfast was quite abundant, considering today’s big tasks, Wei Yang specially prepared bread and noodles for everyone to choose from.

During breakfast time, Old Xu discussed today’s tasks with everyone.

The team was divided into three groups:

Group one, led by Old Zhao, was responsible for the installation of the diesel generator.

Group two, led by Li Zhong, coordinated with Bi Dahu to complete the solar generator equipment.

Group three, led by Li Guo, was responsible for building the relay platform.

Group four, led by Yue Guishan, focused on crafting the interior furniture.

Old Xu would lead some soldiers to chop trees outdoors, he pondered last night, it’s unrealistic to encircle the entire village with bricks right now.

Hence he plans to settle for second best, first using trench warfare tactics, organizing some trees into cruciform stakes to form an enclosure, secured with wire.

This might not necessarily prevent people from entering, but it’s fine for dealing with a few stray zombies.

Those not assigned to tasks automatically became a reserve pool, any team in need could select manpower from them.

After breakfast, each group immediately sprang into action.

Since all supplies were stored in the vehicles, Old Zhao, the superintendent, was undoubtedly the busiest person at the moment.

He had to inform each group where their required equipment was located on which vehicle and its position.

Once he’d arranged all the group needs, Old Zhao called over Ah Cheng and Wei Yang, their task was quite demanding as well, they had to unload all remaining odds and ends from the vehicles.

These items included every aspect of the team’s food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, especially food supplies, which were crucial reserves for the entire team in the coming days. Old Zhao had to properly arrange and document them. (To be continued. If you like this work, please go to Qidian (qidian.com) and vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)