One friend was driving, and the other friend was sitting in the passenger seat.
Having received prior notice, they all knew that traveling on the transport route at this time would be extremely dangerous.
So they mounted a machine gun in the passenger seat.
Before they even got close to Chichuan, they started firing their guns at the group that was besieging him.
Shortly afterward, the group that attempted to rob Ikegawa was killed.
The garbage truck slowly drove over and cleaned up the bodies one by one.
One of the friends stopped the car, jumped out, and looked at Ikegawa, whose head was covered in blood, with a worried expression, asking:
"Chuanzi, how are you?"
Ikegawa put down his gun, lowered his head, and wiped the blood off his face with his clothes.
He opened his eyes and said:
"It's alright, keep driving and hurry up to deliver the goods."
He spoke nonchalantly, and as he said this, blood kept gushing from his head.
However, Ikegawa thought it wasn't a big problem.
If he felt weak, he would turn around and take out a bottle of "Energy Water Drops" from the carriage, and drink it down like water.
After finishing the drink, he tossed the bottle aside, and the truck continued to speed away.
Seeing him like this, his friends had no choice but to feel at ease, even if they were worried.
They drove trucks, speeding through the streets and alleys of Xiangcheng.
Some went north of Xiangcheng, and some went west of Xiangcheng. As long as their supply transport routes remained uninterrupted, the garrisons in the north and west of Xiangcheng could hold out.
At this time, Afu's family also received the news.
They hastily closed down the largest wholesale market for goods in Xiangcheng.
The survivors who were wholesaling supplies at the market were outraged; they started shouting at the top of their lungs.
"Hey, how could you do this? Don't you know that supplies outside Xiangcheng are already severely scarce?"
"You've closed the supply market, where are we supposed to buy supplies?"
Ye Rong glanced at the disgruntled survivors in front of her and sneered.
"Are they still sending supplies out of Xiangcheng? Don't they know that Xiangcheng is at a critical moment of life and death?"
"I'm telling you, Xiangcheng is also running out of supplies. That's it, you all better get out of here right now, or I'll be chasing you away with a broom."
After saying that, Ye Rong actually took out a broom.
Her husband, Afu, who was standing next to her, was not to be outdone. He turned around and looked around, finding a dustpan that matched the broom.
Afu thinks this can also be used to hit people.
Seeing this, some of the survivors who were preparing to smuggle goods out of Xiangcheng slammed their fists on the table and shouted at Ye Rong:
"What do you mean by 'shortage of supplies'? I see so many supplies in the market behind you. You dare to shut down the market and see what happens!"
It's just a broom and a dustpan, don't be ridiculous. These things are completely harmless in the apocalypse.
However, before he could finish speaking, Dafu and Xiaofu appeared at the teleportation point behind Ye Rong.
The two children, each with a Gatling gun strapped to their body and holding it in their hands, were pointing it at the group of disgruntled survivors opposite them.
"Are you leaving or not? Are you going to leave or not? If you don't leave, we'll open fire! Get out of here now!"
These days, Dafu and Xiaofu sometimes help their parents with chores at the supply market in Xiangcheng.
But most of the time, the two of them were in the quarantine zone of D City, killing zombies with Guo Se.
Because they killed zombies day and night, the two children naturally developed an aura of killing.
Moreover, Dafu is getting old and will soon be stationed as a garrison commander.
At this point, Dafu naturally wouldn't allow these survivors to cause trouble in the supplies market.
The group of survivors who were trying to sell their wares were cursing under their breath.
But there was nothing they could do; their momentum was no match for the two children.
Under the threat of Gatling guns, even if they didn't want to retreat, they dared not advance any further.
So Dafu and Xiaofu, holding Gatling guns, moved forward step by step.
The survivors who had been blocking Ye Rong and Afu retreated step by step.
Ultimately, they withdrew from the goods market.
Dafu and Xiaofu pulled down the roller shutter door of the supply market, and the two children shouted at the survivors outside:
"As long as Xiangcheng calms down, supplies will definitely continue to be provided to you. Now, you should give up on the idea of taking supplies out of Xiangcheng."
"We are barely surviving ourselves, and we don't have any more supplies to give to other cities."
Those survivors who carried supplies out were not necessarily all from E City; some were from other cities as well.
But they all knew what had happened in Xiangcheng, and not a single person came out to speak a word of justice for Xiangcheng, nor did anyone help stop those who were causing trouble inside and outside Xiangcheng.
If that's the case, then why is Xiangcheng providing supplies to these people?
Of course, Xiangcheng needs to stabilize the order of its own base before it can have the spare capacity to help others.
Among the group of men outside the market, one was a purchasing agent from F City.
He called back to his city commander to report on everything that had happened at the Xiangcheng base.
The city management commander of F City pondered for a moment and said to his procurement officer:
"You should keep a close eye on what's happening in Xiangcheng. If Xiangcheng falls, organize your people to get supplies as quickly as possible and transport them back to F City."
Seeing Xiangcheng teetering on the brink of collapse, like a candle flickering in the wind, the commander of F City had no intention of sacrificing his own men to help Xiangcheng.
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