Day 178 at noon, everyone was exhausted. Shana decisively ordered: "Lin Wu to the front door, Snow Egg to the back door, Little Knife to make bullets, everyone else eat and sleep."
Snow Egg worried: "Can we hold out?"
Shana said: "We have to take shifts, otherwise, we'll be worn to death."
Three people on break used broth to blanch noodles, feeding those on duty. Lin Wu turned his head to slurp noodles, his gun accurately taking down each target, then snatching a moment to down a bowl of noodle soup, instantly revitalized.
After being fed, the rest group quickly ate and then laid down with earplugs, falling into deep sleep rapidly.
One shot, two shots, three shots, the pistol jammed. Lin Wu let go of it and pulled out a new pistol from his waist to take down two zombies. Then he placed the pistol on the sandbags and began pressing bullets into the magazine from the basket.
