With a bang, the 152mm assault cannon roared. In the smoke and dust, it was not a killing field with war, but a solemn farewell ceremony for the remains.

More than 150 body bags are placed side by side on a simple piece of turf. Each body bag contains a body bag that is either complete or broken.

These are all victims of this Baltimore operation, including the 50-man team that first followed Zhou Qingfeng, the first battalion and company that followed, and the second battalion and company that was temporarily formed.

Zhou Qingfeng led the way and slowly walked past each body bag with the surviving members of the two companies. Some of these bags had crude dog tags and could also know whose surnames were, but many people didn't even have their names or couldn't find their bodies.

"I am honored to be your commander and to lead you to fight on the battlefield. Today some companions have left us forever, but I hope that the living will not be too sad. The important task of restoring human civilization still requires us to continue to work hard for it."

Zhou Qingfeng delivered a short speech in a low voice. The rumbling cannon was the background sound of his speech. Although the ceremony was simple, many men still cried bitterly. Although everyone had seen deaths many times, they were also very sad about the sacrifice of their comrades.

As the direct descendant of Zhou Qingfeng, the first battalion, dominated by Chinese, lost six chariots and more than 20 people died. This was the first serious battle in the half year since the team was established, and it was also the first time it suffered a heavy blow. Under the tempering of the war, this team became more concise and united.

Hundreds of people died, and almost changed the first company of the second battalion, which had been replaced by combatants, let alone the first company. The entire company exerted a bloody spirit. Zhou Qingfeng just expanded the team into a battalion again. When he returned to Havana to replenish his equipment, he could use it as a direct line.

At this point, the Baltimore strategy was completely over. Various materials from the port are slowly being transported, and more than a dozen large ships, including the "Georgia" nuclear submarine, slowly left the port and slowly embarked on the way to Havana.

Granit Shelter finally accepted Zhou Qingfeng's opinion and tried to get along well with the mutants in the city, and at the same time carried out a plan to plunder the capital circle for food and supplies. In order to reward them, Zhou Qingfeng left a large number of military supplies and sent them out because it was even more expensive to transport these supplies back.

In Washington, DC near Baltimore, although there are countless nuclear bombs in this capital circle, Zhou Qingfeng feels that he will still gain something if he is serious about plundering one or two. As long as he is careful, he can scrape it out even if he is 50,000 tons, 500,000, or 5 million tons.

Zhou Qingfeng will first throw away 50,000 tons of food for the mutants here, and "zombies" and humans to survive. Later, when he leaves, he will continue to transport it by large freighter. Now he wants to grab time and get as much benefits as possible before the Iron Brotherhood completes the New York strategy.

"My God, it looks cool here. I like this feeling of rumbling but extremely solemnity. If I die that day, please prepare this kind of funeral for me." The waiter bounced Mailang was also at the ceremony, but this guy's thinking has always been clear.

Zhou Qingfeng's opportunity to open the space-time gate is extremely precious. This time, in order to keep the cruise laboratory working, he opened the space-time gate for three seconds and drove more than 200 tons of experimental consumables in a heavy truck running at high speed.

A regular laboratory not only requires high-end equipment and researchers, but also requires a large number of consumables. For example, Zhou Qingfeng’s “radiation biochemical laboratory” has a large number of people. He has to use two or three thousand payments for latex gloves every day, let alone other things. The more advanced the experiment, the more expensive it is.

Meilang's previous experiments and production relied on Colonel Piano's plunder of the city, but now it is supported by Zhou Qingfeng. More than 200 tons seem to be quite large, but in fact it won't take long, so it can only be barely maintained. The most troublesome thing is that some high-quality consumables do not meet the standards of 2030, and Meilang and those "zombie" scholars need to further process it.

"Here, this is the 'Jet' you want, a total of 30 kilograms, about 600,000 pills. And your ntz-49, I designed three modulus versions, and I need to conduct live experiments to determine which version is the most suitable." Meilang brought everything Zhou Qingfeng needed.

‘Jet’ was put in a cloth bag, and three versions of ntz-49 were put in three small medicine bottles. Zhou Qingfeng accepted it and asked, “Melang, you will go to Great Abaco Island next, I have ordered a biochemical experimental park there. I hope you will continue to study the ntz project.”

"It doesn't matter, I know very well that geniuses like me are only suitable for staying in the lab. But I want to remind you that it is difficult to get a perfect 50-stage project from Professor Arenzo. You may not be able to wait for the day when the project is completed."

Mailang likes to talk nonsense. Zhou Qingfeng frowned when he heard this and asked, "What do you mean?"

"When ntz-49 went smoothly, I was also very interested in this drug. It can strengthen the body and the brain. It's great, right? But I was worried that taking this drug for a long time will damage the body. So I asked you for some blood for testing, and the results showed that your body strengthening is not without cost. You are chronically poisoned."

Milang said halfway, shrugging and smiling: "You can live for another four years at most, but you may not be able to complete ntz-50 in about four years. Without other measures, you still cannot escape the fate of brain atrophy.

In contrast, my ‘Jet’ is a safe and efficient medicine for long-term use, so I am a genius, and you are not!”

fuk!

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but curse. He stared at the hippie-smiling Mai Lang with a blank expression, but finally said half-deprecatingly and half-frankly: "Four years, right? It doesn't matter, my life is all stolen by God.

If I can change my destiny once, I can change the second or third time. No matter who is fucking, don't want me to accept my fate. This world is nothing more than fighting for anyone who is cruel enough, and I have always been the ruthless one, and I will definitely find a way to survive.

By the way, since this question has been raised, it should be regarded as the number one research direction of the Biochemical Laboratory of the Big Abaco Island. Regardless of whether it is a genius or not, if you cannot find a solution before I die, please let me bury you."

After the words came, Zhou Qingfeng led the team away, leaving casually. The waiter who had originally wanted to see Zhou Qingfeng panicked was stunned, "This guy doesn't take this situation seriously, and then he wants to take me to bury him? Why should this person decide my life or death?"

The 'zombie' scholars from the cruise laboratory slowly came up, and someone said in a deep voice: "Because he is Victor Hugo, the commander of the legion, and our current leader. You have no other way to go except obey."
Chapter completed!