hsntnovel Chapter 219: The work is basically completed.
Chapter 219: The work is basically completed.
Chapter 219: The work is basically completed.
Wells's story as an auto mechanic clearly served as a wake-up call for the workers.
Although the pile of corpses and the mess of bodies in front of them had already created a more compact and oppressive environment than the snow and sand, making it difficult for the corpses under the pile to reach out or move around.
However, no matter what, danger may not exist subjectively, but it absolutely cannot be ignored objectively.
For a moment, everyone's work speed slowed down a little.
Gavin was happy to see this happen, as he has always prioritized safety.
After working on the pile of stones for more than two hours, he finally managed to clear away the pile of corpses and the living zombies covering the messy bodies with his men.
With Wells's reminder, the men became much more careful, and although there were still occasional disturbances, there were no more dangers like Wells's.
However, after cleaning the surface of the pile of corpses, the real trouble was the storage and sorting of all the bodies.
So the guys all gathered around the excavators, bulldozers, and heavy trucks.
The storage of thousands of corpses relies almost entirely on large vehicles.
Seeing this, Gavin got everyone in the team who knew how to drive bulldozers and excavators to work, managing to put together four bulldozers and five excavators, along with a full twelve heavy trucks surrounding these vehicles.
The convoy's headlights and searchlights illuminated the darkness near the body.
Gavin wasn't sitting in the car. Instead, he stood next to Steve's excavator, holding a shovel, watching the nearest bulldozer gather the scattered corpses, along with some grass and soil, into a pile.
The corpses lying in disarray on the flat ground were not easy for excavators to handle, so they could only be collected and cleared by bulldozers.
But this was just the beginning; after all, even a bulldozer couldn't handle the pile of corpses that had grown to over eight meters high next to the terrace.
This is just the pile of corpses that has been blasted to the point of being cut off by Hellfire and rockets. After all, the height from the roof of Gavin Manor to the ground is more than thirteen meters. If it weren't for the rocket bombardment, the pile of corpses would be even higher.
Watching the bulldozer clear the path to the pile of corpses as quickly as possible, Gavin gripped his shovel tightly, a sense of anxiety creeping into his heart.
After all, he had no idea how long it would take for the aggregate to form, did he?
And so, amidst the agonizing wait and the busy work, until around 12:24 a.m., several bulldozers finally cleared away the main bodies around the pile of corpses.
At this point, apart from the extremely high pile of corpses, only a few scattered corpses remained near the manor, lying in different places.
At this point, there wasn't much need for forklifts anymore, so Gavin waved to his men.
"The forklift can move halfway now, guys. While you're at it, check on each other. If anyone's not feeling well, tell them to come home and get a replacement!"
That's right, Gavin left out a rotation team of about fifteen people. While everyone else was working, there were also some people who did nothing but rest at home.
As for now.
After the three bulldozers left, the workers who had been working late into the night took a short rest, allowing those who were less physically fit, especially the women, to take turns going home to rest.
Nikita was also among the rotating members. She walked unsteadily to Gavin's side, pursed her lips, and handed him the shovel.
Gavin took the shovel from Nikita, grabbed her wrist, and glanced at her palm.
Of course, after just over six hours of work, Nikita's palms wouldn't be worn down to an exaggeratedly bloody and mangled state.
But how to put it, after Gavin took off Nikita's gloves, he still saw two or three layers of gauze wrapped around her.
Looking at the gauze, Gavin pressed his fingers against Nikita's base of her fingers and palm, and asked softly.
"Looks like you've developed more than just calluses, Nikki."
"Don't worry, darling, it's not that serious. I just got a few blisters, but I was worried that the wound would get infected with zombie blood if it came into contact with my gloves, so I wrapped it in gauze and wore an extra layer of rubber gloves."
At this point, Nikita suddenly remembered something, so she grabbed Gavin's sleeve and whispered.
"By the way, honey, we haven't replenished our rubber gloves. When I went to look for gloves recently, I realized we were running low. I'll take a bunch of people to the farm town tomorrow to get some more."
"Sure, but only if you get a good rest tonight. Go back now and have the guys waiting for their shift come over. Also, remind them to change the guys operating the searchlights on the roof."
Gavin patted Nikita's bottom and said goodbye. Nikita nodded and then stumbled into the crowd, walking towards the manor without a care in the world, under the watchful eyes of the other men.
Why do people look at her differently?
It's all because of Nikita's identity.
She is now the de facto mistress of Camp Gavin, but she is incredibly capable. Whether it's field exploration or heavy physical labor like this, Nikita doesn't complain or slack off at all.
Many of the guys admired this spirit, after all, Nikita never gave herself any special privileges.
Apart from Eugene Martin and a few others who arrived early, the other men didn't dare to talk much to Nikita, lest Gavin overthink things.
But the women didn't think that much about it. So Diana and Adriana, who had been taking turns with Nikita, quickly went to Nikita's side and walked with her to the manor.
Diana couldn't help but glance at Nikita's boots, especially noticing Nikita's unsteady steps, and asked softly.
"Tsk tsk, Niki, you've never done farm work before the apocalypse, have you?"
"Uh, I've never done this before, so does that mean I did a bad job?"
Nikita turned to Diana and asked her a question.
When Nikita asked her a question, Diana glanced back at Gavin, who was standing there with a shovel, then leaned close to Nikita's ear and whispered something.
"You did a good job, Nikki, but aren't you worried about the damage to your skin? Look at your face and neck, your skin was originally like a little princess's, and your hands and feet should have been soft and delicate too."
"But look at you now, all travel-worn. Do you want to transform yourself from a model into a farm worker like me, and then go even further and become one of those middle-aged women from Ranch 6666?"
"Stop joking around. You should know that Gavin's love for you is more important than your value in the camp, right?"
"So I have to give you a piece of advice: don't be so hard on yourself, and don't give that jerk the chance to stop loving you, darling!"
At this point, Diana let out a weary sigh, then reached out and took Nikita's arm.
Meanwhile, Adriana, without looking up, shook the blood off her gloves and said something.
"Diana, don't make things difficult for yourself. Once Gavin gets used to the calluses on Nikita's hands and feet, we'll have our chance!"
"Nikita, I'm so grateful to you. Boss usually eats too well. I really appreciate it if you could help him reduce his allergies little by little. That way, after some time, we might have a chance, haha~"
"Unlike now, that jerk won't even glance at us."
As soon as she finished speaking, Adriana's eyes suddenly turned serious.
She noticed a tear in her glove!
Seeing this, she took a deep breath and then simply threw the gloves onto the grass beside her.
I can't wear torn gloves, who knows what might happen? I'm so lucky I was unharmed!
Seeing Diana's discarded gloves, Nikita curled her lip and responded expressionlessly.
"If you really want to, I don't mind at all. After all, even I'm not sure which mission each of us will die in."
"I don't see Gavin as my personal possession, and I don't want to be Gavin's canary. Isn't it good as it is now? Gavin understands me and doesn't stop me from doing the dirty and tiring work that I can do and want to do."
"Even considering only this point, I wouldn't restrict Gavin. If he really likes it, then you can cooperate, or rather, he can cooperate with you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Nikita finally couldn't help but reveal her childlike side, raising her hand to nudge Diana's soft spot.
"oops!"
As Diana gasped in surprise, Nikita smiled and said to her.
"But Diana, don't you have your little blacksmith Manus? Have you fallen for someone else?"
"Hmph, don't mention that jerk to me. He's currently hooking up with that pretty-mouthed green tea Susan, and I don't want to talk to her at all!"
As Diana replied with displeasure, they had already entered the hall.
Just as they approached the sofa, Doris, who had been waiting for them, came with Winnie, Susan, and others, bringing warm, sweet drinks to them.
Seeing Doris carrying milk tea, Li Qing couldn't help but lick his lips and immediately prepared to take the drinks.
But before he could answer, he heard Eugene shout out loud from not far away.
"Hey beautiful, don't fucking serve this to us guys. Where's the beer? Haha, we need some ice-cold beer, that's what men should drink!"
Well----
Upon hearing Eugene's words, Li Qing instinctively withdrew his hand. Having lived in America for several years, he knew better than anyone how accustomed these American bullies were to engaging in bullying.
He didn't want to become the laughingstock of the men in the camp because of a cup of sweet water.
But Doris showed no fear when facing the ruthless Eugene, after all, she was already used to this kind of interaction with Eugene.
Dolly casually handed the sweet water to Li Qing, then turned to Eugene and said...
"Eugene, don't say that. The sugar and milk are to replenish your energy. A cup of condensed milk tea won't stop you from drinking alcohol, will it?"
"But it seems you still have to go out and work, right? Are you sure you can drink? The boss won't like you doing this, will he? You just offended him a few days ago!"
Haha~
Hearing Doris's reminder, Eugene grinned dismissively.
He clapped his hands as he laughed, leading Martin and Sean, along with the other field agents, away from the group heading home.
The few of them didn't know how to operate excavators and bulldozers, so they were responsible for guarding the camp and preventing sporadic attacks on returning teams by zombies near the camp.
So after they escorted the team back, they also had to protect the rotating support staff as they returned to the construction site.
After Eugene finished laughing, he began to explain to Doris.
"It's okay, don't fucking worry about me. I don't drink that much. Can a bottle or two of beer even be considered alcohol?"
"Could you grab a few dozen beers for me? I'll take them to the boss, and the drivers who're still working will need them too; everyone's exhausted!"
At this point, even Eugene couldn't help but yawn wearily.
How could the guys not be tired? It's already past midnight, and the work tonight is far from over.
Moreover, Eugene had informed Gavin about going home to get the wine, and Gavin not only agreed but also wanted to drink two bottles himself.
Seeing Eugene's resolute words, Doris said no more and turned to go to the bar to bring back several dozen beers for Eugene and his friends.
After Eugene and his guards received the beer, they carried it and waited for the shift group to gather. Once everyone was assembled, the group left the hall and headed back to their work area.
Meanwhile, near the pile of corpses, Gavin was leading an excavator to begin working on the massive pile of bodies before him.
Steve carefully operated the excavator, inserting the bucket into a corner beneath the pile of corpses, and spoke as he pushed the lever.
"Boss, I'm really worried the pile of corpses will collapse. If the excavator gets completely buried by the corpses, then you can bury me near the guys on our farm!"
"Mazefak, stop talking such discouraging things!"
Upon hearing this, Gavin cursed at Steve in annoyance, and at the same time couldn't help but take three or four steps back. His retreating action made Steve roll his eyes at him.
At the same time, Edward, carrying his gun and looking radiant, approached Gavin and pointed to the pile of corpses below.
"Boss, don't worry. After we have the excavator dig in this direction a few times, we'll fire a few RPG shots at the gap we've dug out, and the pile of corpses will collapse!"
"A pile of corpses over eight meters high is simply too tall. When excavators are working, there is indeed a risk of being hit on the head by falling zombie corpses. But once the pile of corpses collapses, this risk will completely disappear!"
"indeed."
Gavin nodded in response to Edward's suggestion; he had been planning to do just that anyway.
However, he still offered a word of advice.
"However, directly blasting down the pile of corpses also carries additional risks. We have no idea how many living zombies are hidden deep within the pile of corpses."
"However, judging from the current situation, because we used a lot of rockets and even Hellfires, the middle of the pile of corpses has been bombed more than once, so theoretically there shouldn't be many zombies left intact."
"So let's do it your way, Steve. Watch the digging direction, dig a gap, then get out and we'll just blast it down!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin waved to Steve, who immediately took control of the bucket and began working.
The next moment, the shovel bucket plunged into the bottom of the pile of corpses and began digging without hesitation.
In an instant, the bucket sliced through several corpses, and as he dug, he tore apart a considerable amount of intestines and fat.
"yue————"
Steve couldn't help but smirk slightly. This wasn't being sentimental; it was purely a physiological stress response.
The smell of one's own flesh and blood has always provided humans with a great sensory stimulation.
However, the digging will not end there; most truly dramatic people wouldn't even survive the first week of the apocalypse.
As Steve moved, the other excavators gathered around him and began to work.
After a dozen or so shovelfuls of work, a large, visible gap appeared at the bottom of the pile of corpses, and the upper part of the pile also showed signs of shaking.
Seeing this, Gavin turned on his walkie-talkie and shouted.
"Excavator, stop moving, reverse! RPG, get ready!"
"Roger that, boss!"
Nearby, Anthony and Abraham, carrying rocket launchers, raised their right hands high towards Gavin.
At the same time, Eugene and his group also came over with beer.
"Boss, one bottle, please!"
When Eugene was still sixteen or seventeen meters away from Gavin, he threw a bottle of liquor at Gavin.
Seeing the beer flying towards him, Gavin impatiently took off his gloves and scooped up the beer just before it hit the ground.
He simply used his fingers to pry open the beer bottle cap and then gave it a sharp tug.
boom!
The beer was opened with a click, prompting Edward to give Gavin a thumbs up.
Gavin took a big gulp of wine and then retreated dozens of steps, leading his men and the excavator away from the pile of corpses.
"Anthony, fire!"
Gavin gave the order and bent down to put the empty bottle back in the wine tray.
He wouldn't litter, in case something unexpected happens and someone steps on an empty bottle.
At Gavin's command, the people nearby immediately plugged their mouths with their mouths, while Anthony and his companion fired rockets at the opening.
Hooray!
After two loud explosions, the huge pile of corpses collapsed, and countless bodies fell directly onto the ground that had just been cleared by the bulldozers!
In the dim light, the blood and flesh trampled into mud, mixed with fungal hyphae and countless feces and tissue fluid, continued to spread along the ground that was already stained red with blood.
In the upper part of the pile of corpses, many still-wriggling bodies were exposed to Gavin's view.
The situation was not much different from what Gavin had thought. There were indeed not many corpses in the pile of bodies that were fully capable of moving. So the guys picked up their bottles of liquor, went up to them, and finished off the rest while chatting and laughing.
After the pile of collapsed bodies was cleared away again, Gavin turned on the walkie-talkie and shouted to Thomas.
"Thomas, the men in the manor need to get to work! Take some men and push all the bodies off the second and third-floor terraces!"
"Roger that, boss. There are quite a few corpses on the second and third floor balconies, at least a hundred or two. Let's get there as quickly as possible."
After Thomas answered, he gave Old Feng a high five.
Immediately afterwards, Lao Feng led his men to the third floor, where they, along with Thomas's group, began clearing the zombies from the terrace.
The moment the terrace glass was opened, thick blood and a foul stench rushed into the manor, making even the servants in the hall smell a strange odor.
The animals inside the house all raised their heads in unison, twitching their noses repeatedly.
However, once you reach this stage, the cleaning work is basically risk-free.
All that's left is hard work.
The men were busy working, and by the time the sun finally rose, the last truckload of zombies had been loaded.
Facing the rising sun, Gavin squinted as he and Edward carried a body lying near the old manor and threw it into the bed of a heavy truck.
On the second-floor terrace, cleaning staff, dressed in full protective gear, were constantly scrubbing the glass and ceiling with hoses, while bloody water rained down. Inside, someone was using mops and safety barriers to prevent the bloody water from spreading further.