(If you want to hear more of your voices and receive more of your suggestions, search the WeChat public account "qdread" and follow it now to give more support to "Rotting Land: Survive"!) "Xiao Zhao, if we drive from here to the stadium you mentioned, how many kilometers do you estimate it is?"

"This..." Zhao Huilong knew this question was crucial to whether his proposal could be realized, and it also related to the success or failure of the entire team's actions.

So he didn't dare to be careless, because he was afraid that if he said something wrong, and later when everyone arrived at the stadium and found the place was not as they wished, and then it turned out they had no gas to leave, how would the others take their anger out on him? That was unknowable.

So to avoid this "tragic" event, Zhao Huilong replied in the most cautious and conservative manner: "Everyone, to be honest, I'm here at this factory for the first time, so to ask me to estimate the kilometers from here to the stadium, I really can't say. But if we're departing from the City Management Bureau we were at earlier today, considering the road congestion, I estimate it takes at least 40 minutes."

"40 minutes..." Lin Junfu muttered upon hearing the response and at the same time quickly calculated in his mind: "From the City Management Bureau to the stadium takes 40 minutes, and adding the distance from the factory to the City Management Bureau, it must be around 50 kilometers."

Thinking of this, Lin Junfu looked towards Zhao Yunhai next to him and asked softly, "Old Zhao, you've been driving the car all along, you're relatively familiar with the fuel situation, how's it looking? What's your opinion?"

Old Zhao appeared slightly dazed for a moment, clearly he was also in the process of making a decision, as Tang Xiaoquan's reasoning was indeed logical, so he was somewhat surprised when Lin called his name.

However, he reacted quickly, and after recovering, immediately laid out his calculations truthfully: "As for the fuel, as long as Xiao Zhao's estimated time is not far off, going to the stadium shouldn't be a problem. But..."

The shift in his words signaled that something unpleasant was coming.

Sure enough, after scanning the crowd, Old Zhao added in a slightly grave tone: "But if we want to reroute to Xiao Tang's hometown after the stadium, it might be a bit tight."

Of course, this so-called tightness was clearly a toned-down way of saying it, and he put it that way just to not put too much pressure on everyone, thus avoiding impairing their judgment.

After all, this also reflected a bit of his selfishness, since, despite acknowledging the risk of going to the stadium, subconsciously, he still hoped someone could break this "risk," thereby fulfilling his most anticipated thought.

"Since that's the case, there's nothing we can do," Old Lin shook his head helplessly, "you've all heard it, the fuel supply is only enough for one of the two options, going to the stadium is definitely a good choice, personally, I really want to go, but taking this risk is too big, if successful it's alright, but if we fail, we won't even have a way back. So, to play it safe, I think we should stick to the original plan and head directly to Xiao Tang's hometown. When we get there, we'll work together to build a shelter ourselves!"

Old Lin tried to make his speech as inspirational as possible since he could see that everyone's spirits were quite low at the moment, hoping to boost morale.

However, his enthusiastic attempt not only did not boost morale but instead attracted Wang Qiang's ridicule.

"Why are you all so stubborn? Can't you just go find some fuel if it's out? Damn it! Didn't we also manage to drive the City Management car without the keys at first? I refuse to believe that with so many gas stations all over the city, the zombies could have drunk all the oil in them, right?"

Wang Qiang's words were indeed crude but undeniably made a lot of sense.

Exactly, once you use fuel, it's bound to run out one day, but isn't there always the option to fill up again?

As Wang Qiang just pointed out, with all those gas stations in the city sitting there for free, why can't you "adapt" and make use of them?

As the saying goes, a word from a dream unexpectedly enlightened everyone, and upon Wang Qiang's words, almost everyone in the room's expression changed.

Everyone looked at each other, and in the end, Old Lin, as usual, spoke on behalf of the group: "Hahahaha, Qiang, your brain is particularly quick today!"

A heartfelt compliment, then Old Lin threw the question to Tang Xiaoquan: "So, Xiaoquan, you shouldn't have any concerns now, right?"

Tang Xiaoquan gave a meaningful smile, in fact, his thoughts hadn't changed due to Wang Qiang's "suggestion."

Though he admitted that refueling at a station could solve the current fuel shortage, let's not forget, this is the apocalypse, any action implies danger, especially for such scarce resources as fuel, who can guarantee there won't be gangs like Lu Rui's waiting at the stations?

Even without rogues, zombies also wouldn't just let you take the fuel easily.

So, in his heart, Tang Xiaoquan didn't wish for the team to "court extra trouble."

But seeing the looks in his companions' eyes, he understood "pointless to say more," so he could only "reluctantly" offer his approval.

"Alright, if Xiao Tang has no objections, I think everyone's also OK with it. Since that's the case, let's not waste time; Dazhuang, you take someone to load some clothes onto the car, not too many clothes, just enough for us to change."

"No!" A veto interrupted Lin Junfu's continued speech, and the latter subconsciously looked back to see Tang Xiaoquan playing with his bangs:

"Manager Lin, I think we should bring more clothes so that when we reach the stadium, we can generously share them with the people there. Firstly, it would provide them with some life essentials; secondly, it would indirectly leave them with a favorable impression of us. What do you think?"

Undoubtedly, Tang Xiaoquan was already planning for the team's life after entering the factory area, and given Lin Junfu's two-month experience managing a shelter during the apocalypse, he naturally understood Tang's intention.

After all, during the apocalypse, when a new team joins a new environment, they are inevitably isolated by the original shelter members.

And to change this situation, generous giving is undoubtedly the best solution.

So Old Lin didn't give it much thought and immediately gave a positive response.

Subsequently, the team intermittently discussed related preparations to be made before departure, and when the discussion concluded, Old Lin announced for everyone to expedite the departure.

Just as everyone was about to leave, the usually quiet Wei Yang suddenly spoke up to stop the crowd: "Hey~everyone, can I say something? If possible, I hope we could bury Director Wang and Brother Daguo."

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