My Doomsday Women's Army

This is an old pit. Deng Wanxiong estimated that it would take another 3 days to dig, and they would come to evaluate it, and they would almost be able to open a new pit by themselves.

The few days when the new pothole was opened were the happiest days, because there was no need to dig in and the transportation distance was short. At that time, 20 truckloads of soil could be pushed in less than 3 hours.

At that time, Secretary Deng will also be able to enjoy the treatment of "working half a day", and he, Secretary Deng, may have free time to help those lesbians in the periphery who have no clothes to fetch water...

Thinking of the beautiful days that might be ushered in a few days later, Secretary Deng couldn't help humming a little tune, which complemented the "creaking" sound of the wooden cart.

I have long adapted to this darkness, and the cart was moving forward in the winding pothole... In about 20 minutes, the cart reached the end.

Secretary Deng smeared and caught the shovel in the cart, went around to the cart, gently pushed the cart back a certain distance, bent down and started to poke the soil with the shovel...

"The big girl is beautiful, that big girl is wavy... The big girl walked into the green gauze tent... The corn here has already grown ears... The breeze blows the heat wave...I looked around...Why can't I see Brother Qing My lang... Lang, lang, where are you hiding... I was kind enough to find it... The big girl is beautiful, that big girl is sloppy..."

Secretary Deng hummed a little song unique to his era, which had become an indispensable flavoring agent for him when digging.

This is not to say that Secretary Deng is not serious. After the end of the world, which survivor has no way to relieve stress?

There's nothing I can do, I've already committed suicide in depression...

What else can I do?Live by force, it is better to live than to die...

One shovel, one shovel, and another shovel... The little tune that Secretary Deng was humming became more and more panting, and the cart was filled with less than half a load of soil...

After another shovel, Deng Wanxiong's mouth suddenly paused...

No matter what kind of work it is, when you have done enough, most people can more or less sum up a little bit of experience.

Even this kind of digging with no technical content is the same.

In the past few months, Deng Wanxiong has swung tens of thousands, or 10,000+ shovels, what it feels like to go down with each shovel, with what force, and how deep it can be inserted into the soil. Like a mirror.

It's just that Deng Wanxiong felt something was wrong... the voice was wrong, and the feeling was wrong...

This shovel felt as if it had hit a grain of sand, and he even heard a "swish" just now...

So... what could this be? ?

A certain answer came to mind, and Lao Deng's hands even began to tremble slightly!

In the darkness, Deng Wanxiong pursed his shriveled lips, clenched the handle of the shovel with trembling hands, dug into it lightly, and slightly put the handle of the shovel in front of himself with both hands... With one hand free, he moved towards the shovel I touched it...

The hand feel is no longer the fine and dense black soil, but granular!It's fucking unhulled rice!It's rice!It's food!It's his mother's food!

"It's his mother's grain, it's his mother's grain... I dug up grain! I dug up grain! I, Deng Wanxiong, fucking dug up grain!!"

Chapter 3 Forty: The House of the Great Survivor

This is the so-called Big Survivor House...

A few months ago, the soil poured back into the sky, the sky turned green, and the second catastrophe came, and the family of survivors killed by this series of accidents was caught off guard!

But what made them most desperate was not only that, just a few days after the sky drifted away, a towering giant tree grew in the hinterland of the granary, and the giant tree pierced into the sky...

The giant tree grew directly on top of the granary...

The survivors were stunned!

God knows why a tree grows on such a big granary!

God knows what the hell!

The giant tree that grows directly on the granary is thicker and stronger than all the giant trees around it. Perhaps hundreds of people can surround it to measure its diameter!

Towering giant trees suddenly grew on the granary, the granary collapsed, and thousands of tons of grain were buried in the ground, but these are the grains that the survivors depend on for survival!

Seeing tens of thousands of tons of grain sinking into the ground, everyone panicked!At that time, the troops controlling the granary immediately organized their men to dig for grain!But at this moment, tens of thousands of creatures from the second catastrophe attacked the Great Survivor's House!

No one is ready for the second catastrophe monster...

No preparations, no bunkers, no weapons... Just like that, in just ten minutes, the population of the Great Survivor's House dropped by half, and at least 1 survivors died in these ten minutes!

Originally, after Du Juan and the others left the Great Survivor's Home, other teams brought back thousands of people one after another. Counting those who came to join them, the Great Survivor's Home has grown to a population of more than 2, and now it is only a blink of an eye. Most of them died!

At this moment, the ruler of the base had no choice but to make a decisive decision and order all the 8 incomplete mutants in the base to scream at the same time!

8 incomplete mutants paid the price of their lives and drove tens of thousands of madmen to dozens of kilometers away. Not only that, the simultaneous screams of 8 incomplete mutants also drove the 10-kilometer range around this giant tree. Inside, all the weeds blow down in one direction...

The 10 kilometers of weeds were blown to the ground alive by the sound waves. After 3 days, these weeds gradually stopped their back... 7 days later, the human survivors who went out to investigate brought back news that within a radius of 10 kilometers, no last-day creature dared near here...

Tens of thousands of lunatics surrounded this land...

This is the shocking effect brought about by 8 incomplete mutants screaming at the same time...

The remaining more than 1 survivors survived the catastrophe. These people were at a loss and did not know how to survive...

Without food, the granary rulers have no power, and they are now no different from ordinary survivors.

After three days, 3 survivors decided to draw lots collectively, regardless of gender, age or age.

1 people were divided into 2000 brigades and 12 areas around the giant tree. Each brigade consisted of 12 people and was self-reliant. Each brigade elected a captain of 1000 people and 10 small captains of [-] people. Everyone began to dig around the big tree. At the bottom of the tree, I hope to dig out the original grain in the granary.

In this way, after a month, seven brigades dug out several tons, dozens of tons of grain from the bottom of the tree hole.

The brigade that did not dig out any grain would exchange the women in the brigade for grain, and the remaining men would continue digging if they had food to eat, and wait for their own brigade to dig up grain before exchanging for women from other brigades.

The method of drawing lots in groups can quickly improve the cohesion of the survivors, but it also has serious drawbacks. The drawing of lots in groups divides many direct blood relatives such as fathers, fathers and daughters, mothers and children before the end of the world into different brigades.

Many men watched helplessly as their wives were assigned to other brigades, and watched helplessly as their wives were dragged into tree holes by other men, and there was nothing they could do!

They have only one goal in their heads, to dig out food with all their strength, and when they dig out the food themselves, they will redeem their wives as soon as possible!

There is another kind of cruelty, the husband and wife are lucky enough to be drawn into a brigade, and the brigade does not dig up food, and the husbands have to watch their wives be exchanged to other brigades for food...

This heart-piercing pain is really more painful than gouging out a heart with a fucking knife!

In this way, after several months of implementation of this "production brigade system", it has gradually stabilized, and many brigades have even formulated a relatively fair promotion system.

Just like Lao Deng, Deng Wanxiong...

Lao Deng has dug up food!

In less than 5 minutes, everyone in his 11th Production Brigade arrived in front of the tree hole where Lao Deng dug the grain...

There was joy on everyone's face...

This is the third time that the 11th Brigade has dug grain. The grain dug in the first two times was used to redeem the women of the 3th Brigade, or to find wives for the men of the 11th Brigade. The food and flowers are almost clean!

In another 3 days, the 11th Brigade could no longer dig out food, so they had to draw lots to sell the women. They sold the women in exchange for some food, and continued digging for food. Sell ​​men to work as coolies in other brigades.