The mountain peaks seem particularly lonely in winter.
Especially at this point in time, most of the old members of the First Division have been sent abroad and are stationed abroad, and the new group of people have been taken away by Cheng Lin. There are only some civilian personnel left on this huge mountain, which seems particularly special.
Deserted.
On the mountainside, a vermilion door was half open, looking particularly quiet.
Shi Shengcun was sitting in an antique office. The room was as warm as spring and there was no noise. There were printed documents spread out on the table in front of him, stacked up like a mountain.
However, for some reason, he could not calm down today.
Holding a document, his eyes were unfocused. After a while, he suddenly came back to his senses and realized that something was very wrong with him.
"Ahem."
Shi Shengcun coughed twice, then looked at the bright red dots that suddenly appeared on the white paper in his hand, like wintersweet, and frowned.
He reached out and picked up the handkerchief, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, leaned back, leaned in the seat, and let out a long breath.
"What's wrong?" he murmured to himself.
As an eighth-level person in the perception system, he never dared to ignore any changes in his emotions.
It's just that fate is unpredictable and will not change according to his will. Many times, premonitions are random, which helps him to predict the enemy beforehand. However, this is not omnipotent.
Most of the time, we can only rely on guesswork and judgment.
"Du, du, du..." Putting down the handkerchief, he pressed his right hand on the table and kept tapping. His thoughts spread and he began to search for the source of the uneasiness. Finally, he murmured to himself, "Projection?"
The tone is not very certain.
Subconsciously, he raised his hand and picked up the pen on the table. Then, his wrist paused. After thinking about it, he finally put it down again.
His current condition is not good.
In the battle with Lancelot, he was seriously injured after all.
During this period of time, there were too many things to deal with and he could not calm down and recuperate. Therefore, he began to consciously prohibit himself from using his abilities, especially the ability of "divination".
Withdrawing his hand irritably, the wheelchair under him rotated under the influence of invisible force and came to the door. The carved wooden door opened silently.
Shi Shengcun slowly came to the yard, raised his head, and squinted his eyes across the bare, dark tree in the yard, looking at the warm winter sun.
"quack……"
Suddenly, a crow flew into the courtyard from nowhere, landed quietly on a tree branch, and screamed loudly, making Shi Shengcun's face even darker.
Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind, and with a move of his right hand, a piece of withered yellow leaves in the courtyard spiraled up, fell into his palm, and then, silently, seemed to be burning.
At the moment when he was about to perform "divination", the communicator in his arms suddenly vibrated violently, causing the frightened crow to flap its wings and fly away from the courtyard.
Shi Shengcun's hand froze, he picked up the communicator, pressed the answer button, and then heard a noisy voice coming from the phone:
"Something...something big happened!"
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Although Cheng Lin had some guesses about what was happening around the world, he was unable to witness it. Therefore, even though he was extremely anxious, he could only cooperate with the monks on the ground to continue consuming these undead souls.
At the same time, use the internal network to send the news here to the Secret Service.
During the break in the battle, the internal network sent out the highest level of alarm. The Secret Service Department of the capital issued an emergency order, dispatching departments and bureaus in various places to hit all the practitioners and rush to the area where the projection occurred.
However, this news did not reassure Cheng Lin at all.
After all, the transfer of personnel takes time!
Is it too late to wait until the local bureau personnel are mobilized?
"boom!"
In a state of anxiety, Cheng Lin slashed down another sword energy.
Viewed from the air, the number of skeletons climbing outward from the projection has been visibly reduced, while on the ground, beside the road, there is an almost circular "bone mountain" piled up with pale skeletons.
Those were all the dead who were blasted to pieces by a group of elites.
Although the number of more than two hundred people present was very small, after all, they had extremely high cultivation levels and excellent fighting awareness.
After getting over the initial panic, he quickly adapted to the style of play and harvested bones in droves.
Cheng Lin calculated silently, suddenly raised his sword, flew downwards, and shouted at the same time:
"Liang Jing! Take half of your men and follow me, while the rest stay and continue fighting!"
Given the current situation, two hundred people is already too many.
If he weren't worried about the protected citizens, Cheng Lin would even want to transfer two-thirds of the manpower.
"Okay!" Liang Jing's eyes moved and he turned his head decisively:
"Original Division 1, 2, 3, 4... 9, 10... graduates of the academy, follow me! The rest will fill in! Song Jun! You are in charge here next!"
"yes!"
At the edge of the battlefield, a slender armored man stood on top of a pile of bones. He held a spiritual sword in his right hand and used the small spiritual cannon on his left arm to blast a pile of skeletons into pieces. Song Jun turned his head and simply responded.
The formation changed, and the named monks withdrew one after another. The remaining people continued to fight using the "wall" made of bones as a line of defense.
"Commander Cheng, what should we do next?" Liang Jing led his men to withdraw from the battle group, and then looked at Cheng Lin who landed from the air.
Cheng Lin said decisively: "Grab the car! We will return to the capital immediately! Contact the headquarters at the same time!"
He clearly remembers the distribution of projections. There is only one projection near the capital, so there is no need to worry about safety. The problem lies in the situation in other provinces and cities.
"Walk!"
Liang Jing said nothing, and a group of hundreds of people rushed towards the cars on the edge of the road.
Because many people were stuck in traffic, most of the car keys were inserted in the driver's seat. In an emergency, Cheng Lin opened the door of a car and got in, followed closely by Liang Jing.
Although the sword is faster, there is no point in going back by himself. Secondly, the spiritual energy in his body is almost bottomed out at this moment, and he cannot fly very far.
Amidst the roar, private cars were started one after another, turning around and speeding towards the capital.
In the car, Liang Jing finally had time to take out the combat communicator to contact the rear. When they received the relevant news from the headquarters, both her and Cheng Lin's hearts sank!
The worst case scenario finally happened!
"Headquarters has ordered all local departments and bureaus to deploy manpower and try their best to stop it, but... I'm afraid we won't have enough time!"
Inside the car, the door that had been torn off by Cheng Lin was severely damaged. The strong wind blew in through the broken windows, whining and blowing, making their hair as messy as weeds.
"Where is the army? Have the local troops been dispatched?!" Cheng Lin stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and asked quickly while drinking the potion to regain his strength.
Liang Jing bit his lip, shook his head with a pale face, and nodded again:
"The capital should have issued an order to mobilize troops by now, but... I'm afraid it's too late to stop it! Troop deployment requires approval from the capital and an order from the head of the relevant department. It can't be so fast! It requires reaction time!"
"What about locally?"
"The local authorities do not have the authority to transfer...not even the provincial officials...not even the special agencies. It must be approved by the capital..."
"The only ones who can move are the local guards. However, the new documents issued the year before last year mean that this area no longer has the authority to mobilize..."
Liang Jing explained with a bloodless face.
After a pause, she curled her lips:
"It's too sudden. Each projection is not far from the surrounding towns. Even if you respond immediately, I'm afraid you can only stop some... After all... they are not afraid of bullets! They themselves are dead! And there are no population gathering areas in towns at all.
The solution is to use large-scale weapons!"
Cheng Lin hit the steering wheel hard, causing the car to shake violently. His face was ashen and he said nothing.
How could he not understand what Liang Jing said?
Although the projection is in the suburbs, it is not far from the town!
Once tens of thousands of undead are "unstoppable" and disperse into human settlements, how to fight them? With missiles? With tanks? With bombers? Is it possible? Completely impossible!
And the efficiency of pure bullets in killing the undead is too low... it may not be as effective as a hammer...
Furthermore, even if you use "barrage" to cover the battle regardless of consumption, the garrison position in each area is fixed!
Even if the capital responded quickly and ordered the local authorities to mobilize immediately, how many hours would it take to get to the scene of the incident?
The cucumber dishes were already cold by the time people arrived!
Not everyone can fly with a sword!
"Don't worry, the problem may not be as serious as we thought... After all, the built environment in the town is complicated, and... they have no intelligence..." Seeing Cheng Lin's reaction, Liang Jing hurriedly comforted him.
Cheng Lin glanced at her and saw the unspoken words in her eyes.
That is, according to the experience of previous battles between the two sides, as long as there is enough "flesh and blood" to attract them, they will not run around.
According to this, a conclusion can be easily deduced.
That is, once the undead rush into the city, they will first attack from the edge of the city little by little, and even stay on the road... After all, the time now... happens to be the "morning rush hour"!
During this time, there are a lot of people driving to work on the road, and there are also a lot of vehicles.
These drivers can drag the undead on the road, and the congested vehicles can greatly delay their entry into the city.
"Ha, I didn't expect that the much-criticized traffic jam could have a positive side..." Cheng Lin retracted his gaze, grinned, and whispered in his heart with a smile without a hint of smile.
The right foot stepped on the accelerator harder.
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Although he thought so in his mind, Cheng Lin soon suffered the negative impact of "traffic jam".
Fortunately, the area near Yanshan was not a heavily populated area and was close to the suburbs. Cheng Lin and other practitioners rushed all the way and finally arrived at the headquarters of the First Division.
When a group of people slammed down the car doors, ran up the hill, and entered the office area, Cheng Lin saw the clerks who looked particularly busy and anxious.
After hurriedly asking where Shi Shengcun and others were, Cheng Lin and Liang Jing rushed away with their people, pushed open the door, and saw the busy people in the temporary command center.
Shi Shengcun sat in front of a large table, looking down at a map of the country spread on the table. Officials from the Secret Service such as Xu Qui and Secretary Zhao also stood up anxiously.
"Cheng..." An unfamiliar Secret Service official raised his hand and pointed at him with a cold face. Just as he started to speak, he was interrupted by Shi Shengcun.
He looked calmly at Cheng Lin and others who had just run back after a fierce battle, and said in a deep voice:
"Cheng Lin, Liang Jing, you stay, the others are waiting outside the door, I will give you anything soon!"
"yes!"
More than a hundred people retreated in a clatter, the door closed silently, and the room was depressing and heavy.
Cheng Lin looked at Shi Shengcun and saw the latter squeeze out a comforting smile and said:
"Sit down, no matter how urgent it is, you don't need more than a few minutes. Calm down and keep a clear mind, which is more important than anything else."
Hearing this, Cheng Lin took a deep breath, closed his eyes once, and used "closed perception" to block his ability to perceive the surrounding atmosphere to reduce anxiety.
After a while, with clear eyes, he walked over, sat down, and asked:
"What's going on?"
Shi Shengcun held a marker pen in his hand and pointed at the map on the table. Cheng Lin looked at it and saw that there were black and red x's scattered in it, as well as some simple lines, which were long and like moving trajectories.
"The situation is not very optimistic, but it is not terrible either."
He spoke calmly and slowly, and the people around him couldn't help but feel relieved.
"Ignoring the foreign situation for now, there are more than 20 projections in China this time. According to the real-time situation we know, three of them are under good control and have caused almost no casualties to unrelated people. This includes the one you led, and
One controlled by the Second Division of the Demon City, well, the leader of the Second Division has just broken through to the seventh level, you may not know it yet. The other one is where the Seventeenth Division is located."
Cheng Lin's eyes moved slightly, a little surprised. This was a better situation than he imagined, but after thinking about it carefully, it was reasonable.
The Second Division of the Magic City was already second only to the First Division in terms of strength and had many experts. With the addition of a newly promoted seventh grade, the situation was under normal control.
As for the projection controlled by the Seventeenth Division...it is located in the northwest, which is sparsely populated and sparsely populated. I am afraid that there are only a few living people around the projection for dozens of miles except for the exploration team...it can naturally be controlled.
"The other seven, nine, eleven...eighteen, the projections controlled by these departments have caused harm, some are very serious, but the undead in these places did not enter the city, and were dragged to the suburbs for various reasons. Well
, For example, in your Ninth Division, the undead attacked a passing train, and because of this, they were attracted and did not spread to the city immediately... In these places, the leaders of the relevant departments have issued orders to mobilize troops to attack. "
Shi Shengcun glanced at Cheng Lin and added:
"Because they are still in deserted areas on the outskirts and there are no settlements nearby, they will send fighter jets for bombing... Therefore, the danger is still controllable and is not something we urgently need to solve."
Having said this, his eyes moved to the remaining twelve projection locations marked in red.
"As for the remaining twelve, five of them are still on the way and are approaching the city very quickly. Four have already reached the edge of the city, and three...have already entered the city...This is what we are currently doing.
It needs to be solved urgently.”
Cheng Lin's breathing tightened slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he said, "Shall I take someone there?"
"Yes, you bring back more than a hundred people, divide them into groups, and fly to these places respectively."
"Okay." Cheng Lin didn't ask why he didn't concentrate the rescue operations in one place. This must be a more efficient distribution method that Shi Shengcun felt after careful consideration.
Although Cheng Lin didn't think that being dispersed and having a few fifth-level troops in one city could turn the tide, at least it could stabilize the morale of the army.
In his opinion, these undead seemed terrifying, but because of their characteristics, it was not difficult to eliminate them. He only needed to copy the tactics he used before.
Use some living people as "bait" to draw their attention, and then grind them to death bit by bit.
But the prerequisite for doing all this is that someone can stabilize the situation. At this point, mid-level practitioners are obviously very suitable.
He stood up, opened the door and left without any hesitation. Immediately, he saw the monks standing outside the door with solemn eyes.
They obviously also guessed what to do next.
Nothing needs to be said.
Cheng Lin immediately matched and divided their abilities, and then handed the allocation list to Liang Jing for arrangement.
The latter glanced at the list and was slightly startled: "Is there a mistake here?"
"where?"
"Why are you in a team by yourself? Even if you are in the seventh level, you still have to..."
Cheng Lin raised his hand and interrupted her, his eyes flashing: "It's enough, even a little too much. Just distribute it like this. When I finish dealing with the area I'm responsible for, I will help others."
Cheng Lin said calmly but without any doubt.
Liang Jing could only swallow his words of persuasion.
Soon, everyone in the company flew to their respective targets on the arranged fighter jets.
Cheng Lin considered that his flying speed was not as fast as the plane, so he wisely gave up his plan to control the sword and took the plane to fly to the designated location.
Sitting on the plane.
His eyes calmly looked at the passing clouds and pale sunlight outside, while his mental power spread into the spiritual world.
Then, Nuwa and Ailu, who were in the villa in the spiritual world, were startled at the same time and felt the message transmitted by Cheng Lin's spiritual tentacles.
The message they received was exactly the same, with only two words: