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... pons and military supplies as possible, and finding a suitable location for the military base they would need to build after the apocalypse begun. Gong Xiangyi and Lin Wenbo were responsible for amassing food and daily necessities and doing logistical work for Gong's army.


During the apocalypse, with the ability to protect themselves, the army would be able to clean up the zombies in surrounding areas providing a dangerless zone where others could flee to. In Gong Xiangyi's last life, ...

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