The owner of such a small gas station naturally prioritized money. After 300,000 RMB was transferred to his account, his face immediately broke into a wide smile. Although he had felt that the young man in front of him looked familiar just now, at this moment, Feng Jun was like a god of wealth entering his home in his eyes.

"Alright, boss, you just wait and see, I'll arrange it right away." The boss immediately agreed, starting to open the door of the back warehouse, pushing out empty oil drums one by one and beginning to fill them with gasoline.

"Send the oil drums to this location. Oh, and do you know any other gas station owners nearby? I need a lot of gasoline. If you introduce them to me, I'll pay you a referral fee." The amount of gasoline Feng Jun needed was naturally an astronomical figure. All the different types of oil at this small gas station combined would not exceed 10 tons, which was certainly not enough to cope with the Zombie Tide.

Upon hearing that Feng Jun needed even more gasoline, the boss immediately became energized and expressed that he could find more gasoline for Feng Jun. As long as the price was right, the rest of the problems would naturally not be an issue.

Finally, after Feng Jun transferred one million RMB to the boss, he left the gas station first and drove to a night market nearby, where he parked his car. Feng Jun walked into a lamb soup shop that was still open. He planned to eat something to fill his stomach first. As for the gasoline, he had already told the gas station owner to transport all of it to a warehouse of Feng Jun's in the suburbs of Shangqing City. This warehouse was prepared by Feng Jun for storing food to be transported to the Doomsday, and a large part of it was still empty.

After Feng Jun left, the gas station owner called his wife and son to help fill the oil drums, while he himself dialed various phone numbers.

"Hello, cousin, don't sleep. Put all your oil into drums and transport it to a warehouse. I'll take it all. Don't ask why, I'll transfer the money to you right away."

"Boss Hu, didn't you stock two cans of 95 octane gasoline last time? I want all of it. The price has gone up? No problem with the price increase, but you need to divide it into drums and transport it to..."

"Director Wang, oh, I'm so sorry to bother you so late. Don't hang up, check the money transferred to your account. I have a big deal this time that I need your help with..."

Feng Jun ordered a large bowl of lamb soup and two roujiamo, and sat directly at a roadside stall to eat. After finishing, he sat in the shop to rest. He had wanted to call home, but thinking that his parents would be resting at this time, he gave up the idea, planning to go back to his hometown directly after he finished his business.

After waiting for about half an hour, Feng Jun drove directly to his warehouse. As soon as he arrived at the warehouse gate, he saw a group of people unloading goods from a truck. Because Feng Jun had given a heads-up in advance, the warehouse guard directly allowed the gas station owner to enter and unload. At this time, the warehouse was already filled with hundreds of oil drums, and it was estimated that thirty to forty tons of gasoline had been transported in.

The gas station owner immediately ran over excitedly when he saw Feng Jun; "Boss, I've already allocated 30 tons of gasoline and transported it over, and some more is on the way. Do you think this speed is acceptable?"

Feng Jun just nodded slightly. Thirty tons of gasoline should last for a while, and the rest was to quickly transport it back to the Doomsday.

"The warehouse next door is also mine. Store the remaining gasoline in the next one. Just leave when you're done transporting it. If it's not enough, I'll call you again." With a single sentence, Feng Jun dismissed the gas station owner and his employees, and then began to continuously move the oil drums using his storage space.

At this time, the fuel on the Doomsday side was almost used up, and the flames shot from the city walls were much smaller. The Zombie Tide outside the city walls stayed outside the range of the flames, with some low-level zombies occasionally rushing into the flames, but they would quickly be burned to charcoal. Once the flamethrower fuel ran out, the Zombie Tide would approach the city walls, and then there would be another fierce battle.

Just as Song Peng and the Commanders were extremely anxious, Feng Jun's voice finally came through the communication channel.

"Bring a few soldiers to the warehouse to find me."

After Song Peng brought his men to the warehouse, he was immediately stunned. The entire warehouse was neatly lined with hundreds of oil drums.

"Is this oil?" Song Peng said after opening an oil drum.

Feng Jun nodded; "That's right, but it doesn't meet military fuel standards, but there's a lot of it and it's flammable. Immediately find someone to modify it and see if it can be used directly on flamethrowers. If not, just pour it out. Move it all out, and also, be gentle, this stuff is very easy to ignite."

Although he didn't understand how Feng Jun managed to get so much fuel, Song Peng was already accustomed to the various supplies that frequently appeared in the warehouse. Under his command, a group of soldiers moved these oil drums near the city wall. The modification method was also very simple; they only needed to connect a hose to the flamethrower, which would allow it to fire 2023 national standard 92 octane gasoline.

The fuel problem was temporarily resolved, and the Zombie Tide was temporarily unable to cross the defense line formed by the raging fire. Some zombies began to bypass Longmen Town and continue westward, but there were still hordes of zombies surrounding the outskirts of Longmen Town, unwilling to leave.

As time passed, the sky gradually brightened. During this period, Feng Jun returned to the current world and brought back forty tons of various fuels. Based on the burning speed, it could last for another two days. Regardless, at least for now, the zombies could not pose any further threat to Longmen Town.

Standing on the city wall, Feng Jun looked at the zombie horde outside the wall. Various zombies of different sizes stood quietly outside the range of the flames. They stood in place like dull puppets, their hollow eyes constantly staring at the humans on the city wall, as if even the flames could not block their craving for fresh flesh and blood.

Looking up at the sky, the weather in the Doomsday was exceptionally good today. The sky showed a rare clear blue. A clear blue sky appeared, and the morning sun sprinkled on the earth, making everyone who had fought all night feel much more comfortable. Many people looked up at the rare blue sky, seemingly reminiscing about the good life before the Doomsday.

Li Lu leaned beside Feng Jun, looking up at the sky and the rising sun. The sunlight on her face felt warm. She whispered in Feng Jun's ear; "Your world must have blue skies and white clouds every day, right? And you can bask in the sun every day."

Feng Jun looked down at her. Light shone on Li Lu's cheek. In the sunlight, her skin appeared translucent and smooth, like delicate porcelain, exuding a youthful glow. The soft light, like a painter's brushstrokes, gently outlined a brilliant halo around her face, making her look full of life and vitality.

"The sunlight there has no your company," Feng Jun said. He put his hand on Li Lu's shoulder, and they leaned against each other, looking up.

For some unknown reason, the radiation clouds that usually floated in the sky had disappeared. In the past, only a pale yellow sky could be seen in the Doomsday, and it always felt oppressive. If the radiation clouds were particularly thick, the entire sky would turn green. Such a beautiful scene like today was indeed a rare sight in the Doomsday, occurring only once every few years.

Just as Feng Jun looked up at the sky, he noticed some white objects in the sky, motionless at high altitude, like fragments floating in the air. These fragments looked like mechanical wreckage.

"Those are the remnants of near-Earth orbit space stations, and derelict Space Fleet ships. They've just been floating in near-Earth orbit since the end of the war," Li Lu said.

The aerospace technology of this world far surpassed the timeline in the current world. Establishing Space Farms, colonizing Mars and Venus—the governments of this world had achieved all of that. On Feng Jun's timeline, they were still celebrating the successful landing of recyclable spacecraft, while the people of this world had already messed up one Earth and fled.

However, such a beautiful scene did not last too long, and soon some clouds of various sizes drifted across the sky. These clouds were more or less tinged with a greenish radiation, which should be radiation clouds blown by the wind. Feng Jun noticed a huge cloud mass appearing in the eastern sky. This cloud appeared in the gray-green characteristic of the wasteland, swirling and churning at high altitude. Layers of clouds continuously rose from below to reach the top and then rapidly descended, making the entire cloud mass look like a giant weather storm. Moreover, lightning constantly flashed through the cloud mass, indicating that a huge storm was occurring within this cloud layer.

"It's going to rain," Feng Jun said, pointing to the huge radiation cloud.

But for some reason, this radiation cloud always gave Feng Jun an extremely uncomfortable feeling. This feeling was like the oppressive sensation he faced when he first fought Sawtooth.

Li Lu looked at the radiation cloud. While they were talking, this cloud had moved closer to the west, and it seemed to be constantly descending, giving a sense of oppression and gloom, which also made Li Lu look very unhappy.

"It's blowing from the east, it should be an oceanic storm cloud. The radiation value inside should reach a terrifying level, and it might be raining acid inside," Li Lu said after looking through her binoculars for a while.

Feng Jun looked towards the east. The weather was good today. Standing on the city wall and using binoculars, one could see the ruins of Shangqing City, and further east was the sea. Across the sea was this world's North Korea Province. Due to the different timelines, after the Ming Empire destroyed the Manchu Qing, it directly annexed the entire Liaodong, including the Korean Peninsula, and the ethnic groups there had long been replaced by Han Chinese. Even Japan, across the sea, was annexed by the Ming Empire, which established Donghai Province there and built many military ports.

During the war, because Donghai Province was the first major province directly facing America, a fierce struggle took place there. The United States of America first deployed six surface aircraft carrier strike groups, cooperating with orbital paratroopers to repeatedly conduct landing operations in Donghai Province. No less than two hundred various types of nuclear warheads were detonated in Donghai Province, so much so that eventually half of Donghai Province's territory sank below sea level, which is why the radiation levels in Donghai Province were considerably higher than in other territories of the empire.