Regardless of whether Qin Huan was joking or he was really lustful. Just finding a few girls with strong hands to massage him was not too much in Xing Tianran's opinion. And indeed, as Xing Tianran said, after he spread the news
After leaving, many female soldiers took the initiative to apply to loosen the muscles and bones of Qin Huan and others.
After seeing the dense wounds on Qin Huan's back, Zhang Yanan also put away his contemptuous attitude, and probably realized the hard work of these transformation soldiers.
The sixth day begins.
The operation codenamed "Pest Control" officially began.
It's just that there is one more person in Qin Huan's team, a young man wearing a hood and not even wearing a mechanical exoskeleton. Zhang Yanan was very curious about who this person was, but when he found Qin Huan, he didn't know.
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Although he was a little curious, Zhang Yenan had no way to implement it for the time being because of time constraints.
The "pest control" operation is divided into three stages.
The first stage is very simple and clear, which is to go to the residential area on the 13th floor and confirm the specific location of the monster.
Then in the second stage, Qin Huan will take two people to try to have close contact with the enemy to collect as much data as possible on the enemy, including its appearance, biological characteristics, attack methods and defense strength.
The appearance and biological characteristics of the monster are actually secondary. The core priority of the second phase that Qin Huan is responsible for is to understand the enemy's attack method as much as possible while ensuring that his own personnel can retreat safely, and try to use various weapons to attack the enemy.
Carry out an attack to determine whether the monster is truly "invulnerable". This step may sound simple, but it is the most dangerous.
Qin Huan had come into contact with various enemies around the world before, including illegally modified warriors who were armed to the teeth, scientific madmen who were scheming and good at using biological and chemical weapons, and retired special forces who were accustomed to ambush operations, but in the end, those guys were still
As long as they are human beings, bullets can penetrate them, and Qin Huan will not feel so scary.
But this operation is different from the past. The enemy is a tree, to be precise, a "tree demon"! This is the information obtained by the early observation team with the help of various observation methods. Regardless of whether the information is true or false, in short
Qin Huan felt that he had really fallen into a science fiction plot and had to face a threat from a tree?
If everything goes well and Qin Huan is sure that the enemy can be harmed, he will withdraw and join Zhang Yanan's team.
Next is the third stage - "Pest Control".
It is easy to trample a bug to death, but the war between humans and insects has lasted for thousands of years. It seems to be a very unfair battle with great disparity in strength, but the fact is that even a few years ago, the vitality and drug resistance of bugs were
It's getting better and better, but humans still don't see the slightest hope of defeating bugs.
Therefore, although what they are facing today is not a bug, it may be something more disgusting and terrifying than a bug.
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The girl who was awakened by a rustling sound in her sleep opened her eyes and found that Song Zhenlin and others were arming themselves. They were silent and looked serious.
The girl rubbed her eyes and asked, "Brother, where are you going?"
Song Zhenlin loaded the magazine and replied: "We are going down there to cooperate with other survivors to kill a big guy."
The girl didn't understand: "What big thing is it?"
The black-faced man wiped his gun and said: "Don't ask so many questions. You stay here, and Caifu and the others will take care of the big guys. We'll go back as soon as we go." After saying that, the black-faced man loaded the bullet and patted his body.
The guy even called everyone: "Okay, don't wait any longer, hurry up and set off!"
"yes!"
The girl was anxious: "Hey! Wait! You are not going to leave us here, are you?"
Song Zhenlin smiled and said: "What are you thinking about? We are just going to fight."
"War? Why go to war again? Wouldn't it be nice to stay here and wait for rescue?" The girl didn't understand Song Zhenlin's decision, and was even more angry that he kept hiding it from her.
Song Zhenlin wanted to explain, but after looking at the time, he touched the girl's head and said, "Let's go!"
After saying that, the group of eleven people followed the rapist named Zhang Fengyu into the darkness. The girl wanted to chase after him and ask, but was stopped by Caifu.
"Don't go, uncle said, the higher-ups are working hard right now and have too much time to take care of themselves. If we want to live, we can't sit back and wait for death." Caifu held the sniper rifle.
After hearing this, the girl still felt aggrieved, probably because Song Zhenlin didn't take her with him.
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Chen Shuang, who has never smoked, is now obsessed with cigarette butts.
She has been causing trouble everywhere since she was burned, until the infection in the shelter began to spread. She witnessed her former subordinates killing each other, and also saw her mother swallowing her own son as food. This hell is also
The fear of not being able to see nearly drove her crazy.
Fortunately, she still kept her sense and hurriedly fled back to the sanatorium located on the 21st floor of the residential area. Here, the soldiers used the sanatorium as a bunker and used the guns in their hands as sharp knives to fight the infected for seven days and seven nights. In the end,
The corpses of the infected filled the passages, and the nightmare finally came to an end. But the soldiers were also dead and injured, and now only a group of patients, medical staff, and Chen Shuang, the former captain of the special service brigade who pretended to be crazy, were left in the sanatorium.
Just because the passage is blocked does not mean that infected people can no longer enter the nursing home.
So Chen Shuang became the guardian of everyone. She guarded the entrance of the hall day and night, killing all the infected people who entered the sanatorium from nowhere. In just a few days, the courtyard was completely empty.
There were piles of corpses. Chen Shuang would smoke or drink energy drinks when she was tired. She knew she couldn't collapse, otherwise her persistence would be meaningless.
Finally, on the morning of the sixth day when the cleanup battle began, Zhang Haizhi, the vice president of the sanatorium, returned.
He also brought three heavily armed special forces soldiers who looked very difficult to mess with.
Chen Shuang, who was finally able to sleep peacefully for a while, fell asleep leaning against the door of the hall after smoking a small cigarette butt. When the nurse found out, she carefully carried her into the room, and everyone made room for her to lie down and rest in a comfortable space.
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Zhang Haizhi led people to take over Chen Shuang's job and became the guardian of these survivors.
Mr. Zhou Gongyi, who hadn't had much rest these days, wiped Chen Shuang's face and brought some food to Zhang Haizhi. He seemed to have seen through Zhang Haizhi's true identity. He sat down on the porch without any hesitation.
Mind the bloody smell in the yard.
"Is the investigation clear?"
Zhang Haizhi glanced at Zhou Gongyi, hesitated, and then nodded: "The report has been submitted."
"Well... then why don't you leave and stay here?" Zhou Gongyi's tone was cold, and there was no trace of human kindness. Zhang Haizhi laughed at himself: "Although we are directly subordinate to our superiors, we also have our own ideas and opinions.
Feelings have not turned into a heartless monster."
After hearing this, Zhou Gongyi said: "Isn't it bad to have no heart? If decision-makers are as indecisive as you, then humanity will have no hope."
Zhang Haizhi smiled bitterly: "Old senior, what exactly do you want to say?"
After hearing this, Zhou Gongyi finally laughed and sighed softly: "That guy named Su Che was just a young reporter. He went to the center of the earth and came back and wrote a book called "The Golden Age". Just look at the name of this book.
I thought it was something that praised human society, but I didn’t expect that there was a strong sense of disappointment and unwillingness between the lines... I still remember that he came to see me after he became famous. At that time, he wanted to invite me to come out and work for him.
Ideal gave me advice...but I refused, not for any other reason, but because I couldn't see through it myself and couldn't figure out why humans had to sacrifice so much for evolution."
Zhang Haizhi seemed to understand, but he didn't ask questions. He knew that Zhou Gongyi still had something to say.
As expected, after a pause, Zhou Gongyi continued: "The little girl from the Qingshui family is thinking about her family, the boy from the Su family is thinking about the whole world, but as for those guys in the 'Beacon Council', they are thinking about
It’s you, how did you save yourself in this disaster? Tell me... How can these three groups of people, each with a different path, save all living beings from the fire and water? Haha... They are all a group of selfish bastards.
Shameful and hateful.”
Zhang Haizhi was shocked when he heard this. His eyelids twitched and he asked tentatively: "Old senior...are you..."
Zhou Gongyi did not explain his true identity. He took a deep breath and said: "But it's okay. I see you, I see Chen Shuang, I see these thousands of younger generations who are still fighting for their lives and for the righteousness in their chests."
, I think there is still hope. Maybe you can create the future that Su Che can't see clearly. The curse that the Qingshui family girl can't handle may become a ladder for you to advance to the next level of civilization. As for 'Fenghuo'
Those bastards in the parliament have given up struggling... I think... after things here are over, someone will naturally settle things with them... Do you think so?"
Zhang Haizhi did not answer. It was not that he did not dare to answer, but that he did not know how to answer.
The Qingshui family has achieved unprecedented success through their contact with the "Old Gods" over the years, and as a result, they have fallen deeper and deeper into trouble. They have to use more gains to make up for the disaster they have caused. They... are themselves to blame.
The Su family's foundation is very clean, but there is one Su Che. The closer he gets to those forces, the more extreme his every decision will be.
As for the top brass of the "Beacon Council".
Others don't know, but Zhang Haizhi knows very well... Human beings have no way to resist this disaster, and the only thing they can do is probably wait. As for how many years they have to wait, they don't know, and even if they know, they absolutely dare not say. Maybe five
Year, ten years, fifty years, even a century...
In the end, someone will survive, and someone will see the "sun" rise again.
Until then, history will be written by the survivors, and they are trying every means to make themselves "survivors." This sounds so shameless and dirty.
In their words, they are preserving fire for all mankind.
Human civilization should be passed on and continued by people. Of course... they did not tell the world that it would be best if they were the inheritors.
When Zhang Haizhi thought of this, he felt extremely ironic.
The disaster has just begun, and the ugliness of human society has been revealed in the darkness.
The only light may be what Zhou Gongyi said just now... They are the younger generations who still have hearts. But is it really possible? Zhang Haizhi saw too much misfortune and blood on his way to assemble his team... He
There were originally thirty people in his team, but now only three people survived with him.
The rest are either already infected or choose to face this disaster with their families.
Despair... even hopelessness...
Zhang Haizhi was confused for a long time before he returned to the nursing home with his family. When he saw Chen Shuang guarding the door of the hall, the flame in his heart was rekindled.
But how can such a broken candle face the ravages of the cold wind?
Zhang Haizhi smiled bitterly: "Old man, maybe you are right, but now I really can't see even a little bit of hope... There were originally two million people in the shelter, which is equivalent to the size of a medium-sized city... But now
, at least 1.8 million of the two million people are infected! 1.8 million! That is an unimaginably large number! What do you think... what should we do?"
Unexpectedly, Zhou Gongyi did not comfort Zhang Haizhi after hearing this. Instead, he sneered and said mockingly: "Look at your bearishness! Young man, you are still too shallow."
Zhang Haizhi laughed at himself when he heard this, but he did not refute.
When he was young and frivolous, Zhang Haizhi was full of confidence, but who would have thought that after the "sun disappeared", a disaster would make him breathless.
The old man said quietly: "I think back then, my team only had 300 heads, but the enemies we had to face were 30,000! We were very scared at the time, and we couldn't figure out why we knew that there were 300 people in our team.
If we rush out, we will die, and the superiors asked us to stay here, so we asked our company commander if it was because we all made mistakes, so we were treated as victims... What do you think my company commander said?"
Zhang Haizhi was actually not very interested in these stories about the elderly. He was tired of hearing the truth, but he had nothing to do now, so he echoed and asked, "How do you say it?"
Zhou Gongyi let out a laugh: "Mom, what are you thinking! The organization keeps us here because this is our home. We Chinese believe that fallen leaves return to their roots, so even if we die, we have gone home!"
Zhang Haizhi was stunned when he heard this: "What kind of answer is this? Aren't you afraid of causing a mutiny?"
Zhou Gongyi smiled: "Of course, we were not happy at the time! We were on good terms, but before the fight even started, were we doomed to die for the three hundred of us?"
Zhang Haizhi frowned and wanted to continue listening.
"Then the company commander said... You don't have to win every battle before you fight it! Sometimes even if you know you will definitely die, you still have to charge forward! Because this is the bloody nature of our soldiers! We can't retreat! We can only fight! Listen to me
, the blood of a warrior..."
Zhang Haizhi still doesn't understand. It's not that he can't understand the literal meaning, but he can't understand this kind of mentality of facing death calmly.
Zhou Gongyi sighed deeply, and continued: "Then let's fight. Three hundred people versus thirty thousand people. Even if they defend the natural chasm, it's still like a mantis' arm is like a chariot... When the bullets are gone, fight hand-to-hand. When the person is almost dead, tie him up."
Explosives jumped into the crowd, in short... after a battle, they were all gone... not a single one was left..."
Zhang Haizhi had no idea which battle Zhou Gongyi was talking about, but he could tell that Zhou Gongyi was not just making it up. He could see this from Zhou Gongyi's eyes.
"What happened next...did you stop the enemy?"
Zhou Gongyi shook his head: "How is that possible... Three hundred versus thirty thousand, do you really think it is an arithmetic problem, and you can win by killing a hundred?"
Zhang Haizhi was stunned: "Then..."
"Do you think this kind of sacrifice is meaningless?"
Zhang Haizhi didn't say anything, but it was obvious that he did have this idea.
"Yes, if we talk about the meaning of life and death, there are thousands of explanations, but there is always no truth that satisfies everyone... Even if you brag to the next generation about the glory of this team, it will still be
There will be people who don’t understand why 300 people have to be sacrificed to defend the pass. Why?”
Zhang Haizhi shook his head, he didn't understand.
"Because in the eyes of many people, this is just an arithmetic problem. In the most fashionable words of you young people, it is an algorithm. Therefore, they think it is meaningless to leave three hundred people behind to die. They may even think that these people's death is meaningless.
It is worthless and is purely a tactical mistake."
Zhang Haizhi heard this and asked: "Isn't it?"
Zhou Gongyi smiled: "Yes, after a battle, three hundred people died without even holding on for half a day. It is indeed worthless... But do you know where we were guarding at that time?"
Zhang Haizhi frowned and asked, "Please tell me."
"Haha... That place is actually nothing. It's just a barren land with no flowers or grass, and it's frozen solid. But that's the place for us Chinese... It's a place that even New America and the United States can't grab.
Where to go! So even if we are outnumbered, even if we are passively beaten at the time, before we withdraw our fists and fight out, we must dye that inch of land red with our own blood! Tell the intruders that this is ours and no one can take it away.
!" At the end of the sentence, Zhou Gongyi clenched his fists, as if he was back on the battlefield.
Zhang Haizhi finally remembered.
I remember that blitzkrieg that was planned by the New American League and was later severely beaten.
At that time, the intention was to encroach on the territory of Northeast China, to enter the Greater Khingan Mountains, and to...
Very few people knew about this war, mainly because the things involved were too dangerous, so under the coordination of the First Central Axis, the New American League finally paid compensation, and the matter was settled.
Zhang Haizhi didn't know it at first, but after entering the first central axis, he often heard some old people mention it. At that time, the invaders from the New United States who invaded Northeast China and tried to enter the Greater Khingan Mountains used the blitz strategy. Unexpectedly,
Seventeen hours after the battle began, a certain unit of China's Northeastern Army, which had shrunk its formation to preserve its strength, immediately launched a powerful counterattack. None of the 30,000 invaders were able to get out of the border.
Although this battle was not made public, Zhang Haizhi, a Chinese, still feels quite relieved every time he hears it.