So a very unfortunate problem occurred. Many survivor bases could no longer bear the population pressure and had to adopt a stricter rationing system. They changed from desperately absorbing labor to selectively selecting people, and then stopped accepting any

people, even squeezing out the elderly, frail and dissidents within, leaving them to fend for themselves.

Hunger has gradually replaced zombies as the biggest threat to survivors. Survivors who have lost the protection of the base can only become refugees, gathering in the ruins of the city near the base, working odd jobs for the base or taking risks to go to places that have not been completely cleared.

They make a living by searching for leftover supplies in the towns.

How should I put it? This approach cannot be said to be completely inhumane, but it also smacks of exploitation. Many bases are not short of supplies. After so many years of collection, at least the food reserves should be able to last for a while.

But the management is not a saint. For various purposes, they have to consider themselves and vested interest groups. First cut off part of the quota and let some people become refugees, and then hire refugees at a cheaper price to engage in dangerous and arduous tasks.

Work does not affect productivity but also saves material consumption, which is a great thing.

As for whether it is too cruel and unfair to those survivors who have been forced to lose their stable lives and even become homeless, no one will care.

After so many years in the last days, everyone has become accustomed to another set of moral standards. Kindness, simplicity, compassion, law-abiding, hard work and getting rich have become synonymous with incompetence and weakness, while being strong, ruthless, killing people without blinking an eye, and through various means

Turning other people's things into your own is a necessary skill to survive and live better and better.

The man was riding a mountain bike, heading west along the looming road covered in sand and dust. When he was tired, he found an unobtrusive place on the roadside and laid out a moisture-proof mat to lie down for a while; when he was hungry, he ate

The compressed biscuits carried in the backpack; when thirsty, just find the river and fill the water bottle.

The good news is that there are many rivers along the way, and they are all melted snow from the snow-capped mountains, which is clear and pollution-free. If you can put some salt in it, it will be almost the same as the iced drinks of the old days.

The bad news is that you should never light a fire or turn on a light at night. Although more and more predators are ferocious, they are far less scary than humans. Fire and lights will make you a target within a few miles.

Coolie, thief, bandit, pitiful, hateful, and pathetic, actually describe a kind of people who have lost base rations and protection, and are refugees who are struggling to fill their stomachs at any time.

They don't care who you are or what you are carrying. As long as you break away from the constraints of the base and the settlement, someone may kill you at any time. No matter how cold the night is, you can only find a hidden place to endure it.

If possible, cover yourself with a blanket or animal fur. If you are not sure that no one is nearby, you must not expose yourself.

On the fourth day, the man's mountain bike entered another ruined city, which was a little different. There were more pedestrians, most riding bicycles, and a few riding horses, mules or donkeys.

There are also solid fortifications made of cement and horses at the intersection. Soldiers holding guns and wearing black clothes and trousers with blue sky and snow mountain patterns embroidered on their chests are watching every passerby with vigilant eyes. If anyone is found to be suspicious, they will immediately

Stop inspection.

In the old world, this place was called Kuitun City. It borders Dushanzi District to the south, and across the river to the west is Wusu City, home to Wusu Beer. The entire area has a combined population of more than 400,000, and it is an important transportation thoroughfare. The famous Duku Highway

The northern end starts here.

After the outbreak of the zombie disease, the survivors in Xinjiang Province merged several times and built their base in Yining City, which has a milder climate and more abundant water resources, but it is still a transportation hub.

The Karamay Oilfield in the north can still produce some crude oil. If you want to transport it out to exchange for mechanical products and medicines with other forces, you must transit here. The survivor group that occupies the Yining base is called the Redeemers. They have stationed more than 300 soldiers and

There are a lot of heavy weapons, and it can be regarded as the northernmost fortress and outpost of the base.

There is nothing suspicious about the man himself. Most of the pedestrians on the road are dressed like him, using a torn cloak, a hood, sunglasses, goggles, ski goggles, a mask, a veil, and all the measures to prevent wind and sand, and then ride a bicycle.

, this is the standard refugee dress.

"Stop, what's in the car?" But the human-shaped package tied to his bicycle was obviously suspicious, and the soldiers immediately raised the muzzles of two black holes.

"Gold diggers...Urumqi...blue devil!" The man spoke stilted Chinese, stumbling and explaining with gestures.

"Blue Devil...complete?" A soldier reached out and touched the rainproof cloth wrapping the body with a surprised expression.

"Good luck..." The man's Chinese was really bad, and he couldn't express himself clearly after spending a long time.

"Oh! Did you hear that? This guy got a complete blue devil. Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a bad luck..." There were whispers among the people who were also queuing up for inspection at the sentry post. Most of the people present were

He is a refugee and knows the price of a complete Blue Devil corpse.

"Open the cloak and check!" A glimmer of light flashed in the young soldier's eyes, and he thrust the muzzle forward and stabbed the man in the stomach.

"Brush..." The man obediently opened his cloak, revealing that the tattered sheepskin jacket, body armor, and tactical vest, including the pistol on his thigh, the dagger and the long gun on his back, were all gone.

The young soldier stretched out his hand and touched it for a long time. Except for the strong smell of mutton, a relatively sharp hatchet, a small half box of Morhe cigarettes grown by locals, and a half-deflated marching pot, there was really nothing.

Next is the backpack. There are quite a few items here, including a half-unpackaged compressed biscuit, three large animal traps, a ball of iron chains and several rolls of rope.

"Did you kill the Blue Devil with these things?" The young soldier was a little reluctant. He thought that someone who could hunt the Blue Devil alone must have some strong weapons. Ammunition is tight now, so it is also very valuable. Get it

You can exchange a lot of things on the black market.

Those who work as private soldiers really don't have much to gain apart from the few rations issued by the base. If they want to live a good life, they have to take advantage of these refugees. Those who are officials have a big head, and those who are soldiers have a small head.

Purchasing the Blue Devil at a high price is an order from the base, and no one dares to stop it. However, the base has not said that it will not allow the capture of rebels. As long as someone carries a little more weapons and ammunition, it can label him as a suspected rebel.

Hat. Those who know the truth will give up their money to save their lives. Those who don’t know the truth can only be sent to the hands of the fake monks of the Ascetic Order. Even if they don’t die, they will have to peel off their skin!

"Good luck!" The man said in the same tone as he closed his cloak. He didn't change his words, and it seemed like he couldn't say any more new words.

"Go, go, go..." The young soldier waved his hand impatiently, letting the man pass.

There is really no way to do it. We can't just forcibly seize the Blue Devil's body in front of so many people. If the people of the Trappist Order find out, he will become a refugee tomorrow.

But at the same time, he winked at his companion opposite, and the soldier immediately left his post, got into the bunker next to him and picked up the phone.

Passing the checkpoint is equivalent to entering the Kuitun base. There is only one military camp and hundreds of households of refugees living in dilapidated houses at the entrance of the military camp.

These people basically work in freight stations and refineries. The crude oil from the Karamay Oilfield in the north will be transported here by tanker trucks. Some of it will be transported by steam locomotives to Hami by rail to exchange goods with other alliances, and the other part will be transported locally.

Producing gasoline using a relatively primitive method of fractional distillation.

Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. On the street in front of the military camp, there are not only restaurants but also tea stalls. The former is a place to satisfy your appetite. You can use the animals hunted nearby and the wild vegetables picked to make delicious dishes.

Meals, whether officers, soldiers or wealthy refugees, can go in and consume them.

The latter is relatively cheap and can be afforded by most refugees. A bowl of hot tea only costs one point from the shopping coupon issued by the Yining base. After working hard all day, I asked for a bowl of hot tea with salt at the tea stall.

, take out the dry baked naan, fried rice or compressed biscuits, and dinner is done.

While eating, you can chat, complain, brag, inquire about work conveniences, talk about price changes, eat and drink enough, and return to the dark shabby house and close your eyes for a day.
Chapter completed!