Oil City.
Over the past few days, with the help of those Survivors, the repair work on Oil City's walls had been progressing quite fast.
At this rate, in another two days the repairs on the walls would be finished.
During these days of repair, the height of the walls hadn't changed much, merely going from the original 4.5 meters up to 6 meters.
But the airtightness had made a qualitative leap; originally the walls of Oil City were piled up from shipping containers, and there were inevitably gaps between containers. These past few days they'd all been sealed up with concrete.
Third Uncle watched the busy crowd on the distant walls, fished a Vitamin tablet out of his pocket, tossed it into his mouth, then took two swigs of water.
"Jackals said they're coming over today, they should arrive around three in the afternoon." Old Qin sat beside Third Uncle and spoke.
"Mm, they'd better hurry. Once they're here, we can pretty much head back to Big Camphor Tree Base." Third Uncle said.
