MTL - Wasteland Commander-Chapter 102 Courier
Chapter 102 Courier
Li Xiang was killed, and the people around him were in chaos.
The desire to survive made them try to make a last ditch effort, but the zombies in the room around them were really not vegetarians.
Suppressed by Wang Huining, they could barely restrain themselves, but these foods actually wanted to resist, and Wang Huining couldn't control them.
In an instant, the police station room turned into a Shura field.
Dozens of people were massacred within five seconds.
The zombies are ready for dinner.
Everyone was killed, and Wang Huining even regretted it.
There should be someone left alive to ask questions.
He came full of revenge and anger, and when he got here, there were only dozens of old, weak, sick and disabled people left. No one from Ye Fan's Dawn Army was there, which made him very unhappy.
There is a feeling of practicing, luck, and holding back your strength for several years, and then you land the most amazing punch in your life, but it ends up hitting cotton.
“Where did Ye Fan go?”
Wang Huining walked around the room and finally came to Ye Fan's former seat.
He saw a map on the wall behind.
That is the map of this province.
There is an eye-catching check mark on the map.
The place marked with a check mark is a place called Kaoshan Farm.
Wang Huining stood here and watched for a while, and understood why the man had the courage to scold him just now.
“It turned out that I went to Kaoshan Farm.”
"Now that I know your whereabouts, your death is coming."
Wang Huining left Chengguan Town and led his zombie army on the road they came from.
From here to Kaoshan Farm, it takes nearly a week to walk on your legs.
But he enjoyed this process very much. This week was the countdown of Ye Fan's life.
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The rustling electricity sounded on the radio.
Following the power outage, there were far fewer broadcasts in the Huacheng area.
Some forces that can independently generate electricity can also broadcast broadcasts. People without the ability to generate electricity immediately become deaf and mute.
But many people can still listen to it.
You can listen while the car battery is still charged, or some people’s semiconductors have been charged before and can still last for a while, but they won’t last too long.
It was under this circumstance that the Dawn Army began to broadcast to the outside world.
Gao Dongliang changed from a broadcaster to a technician, and the current broadcaster is Ye Luo.
After seeing his brother's powerful armed force, Ye Luo also wanted to do something for his brother and volunteered to be a broadcaster.
“This is the Dawn Army...This is the Dawn Army!”
“Flower City survivors, we are very lucky to still be able to communicate with you in this way.”
“The Shuguang Army is based at the source of the Qixing River in Kaoshan Farm. It is located at XXX north latitude and XXX east longitude....”
“The Dawn Army was established with the intention of breaking the darkness and bringing dawn back to the civilized world. The commander-in-chief, Mr. Ye Fan, is willing to help the survivors who are still struggling in the darkness.”
“The Dawn Army has a powerful armed force that is enough to protect the safety of survivors, and has abundant supplies that can allow survivors to live a normal life again.”
“As long as there are survivors who can come to the Dawn Army base, we will accept them.”
“The Dawn Army needs precious gold and gemstones such as gold and silver to carry out high-tech research and development. Survivors who can provide more than 500 grams of gold will receive the right to live in the inner city of the Dawn Army.”
“Those who provide gold and silver with more value will have the right to prioritize the selection of housing construction sites in the inner city..."
“We have all kinds of food, medicine, and clothing inside our base. Everyone here can have enough to eat, people who are sick can be treated, and the cold winter is no longer difficult..."
As Ye Luo's gentle voice broadcast over and over again, the name Shuguang Army spread among the survivors of Huacheng.
They knew that besides the Survivor Alliance, which only knew about taxation, there was another force here.
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In a factory warehouse in Qinghe County.
There is a musty smell permeating the warehouse.
A man stood on the ladder of the warehouse, looking through the small window of the warehouse at the raging battlefield over there with a telescope.
There is a small semiconductor on the table, which plays the broadcast intermittently.
“The ones currently fighting zombies should be the Dawn Army.”
The man on the ladder took back his telescope: "That's right. There are marks on those people and there are marks on the cars. I can see it really."
Everyone around them focused their attention on a middle-aged man.
They are a group of couriers.
When the apocalypse broke out, they took advantage of the familiar terrain and rode their motorcycles to get here.
It’s not like they haven’t tried asking for help, but without success.
After the Survivors Alliance was established, three couriers even risked their lives and rushed out of the warehouse. While sacrificing two companions, one person successfully escaped and went to the Burning Legion for help.
But they got no help.
A few days later, those who escaped pulled a banner on a building in the distance.
“Without supplies, the Burning Legion will not accept us, brothers, take care.”
The banners painted in red, as red as blood, made these courier boys feel sad.
The Survivor Alliance does not take in people for free. People who are in safe places have to pay taxes, not to mention people like them who are trapped in the city.
They will never spend any money to save them.
Then something even more shocking happened.
Because the courier boy's behavior angered the Burning Army, he was shot to death just after he hung up the banner.
This is what they saw through the telescope.
The couriers were shocked, angry, afraid, and most of all, desperate.
The past few days have become increasingly difficult, with food, drinking water, and everything else in short supply.
Some people are still sick, but there is no medical treatment.
It seems that they can only wait to die here.
Fortunately, a group of people came a few days ago. They fought all the way to the river and eliminated a large number of zombies.
There are a lot less zombies around, and couriers can only occasionally leave the warehouse and try to collect something.
But it’s just a drop in the bucket, it’s just a matter of dying sooner than later.
Since being rejected by the Survivor Alliance, they are a little afraid of these people with guns.
But if they don't ask for help, they won't be able to hold on for long, and everyone knows this.
Now those Dawn Army are here again. They don’t want food and medicine, they want gold and silver.
They didn’t have gold or silver, and they didn’t know whether they should ask for help.
People’s eyes are all on middle-aged people.
Sun Daochang, the leader of the couriers.
Sun Daochang is the oldest courier, and there is nothing he doesn’t know about in Qinghe.
He is quite enthusiastic, and he led everyone to persevere during this period.
Whether or not to go to Shuguang Army for help depends on Sun Daochang's words.
Sun Daochang slowly stood up.
“Brothers, I have watched the actions of the Dawn Army in the past few days, and they seem to be really collecting gold and silver.”
“Kill the zombies and then put away the jewelry.”
“Their team has a very strong fighting capacity, somewhat like a regular army.”
Someone intervened: "Brother Sun, tell me whether you want to ask for help or not. We will all listen to you."
Sun Daochang took a deep breath: "We have to go. If we don't go, Lao Wang, Xiao Zhang and the others will die of illness, and we won't be able to hold on for a few more days."
“Then we’ll go with you.”
"No! I don't know if this Dawn Army is as beastly as the people of the Burning Army. You stay here first. If anything happens, at most one of me will die, but you will still be safe."
“Brother Sun! No way!”
“Brother Sun, it’s too dangerous!”
Sun Daochang waved his hand: "There are no major difficulties in this world except death, so it doesn't matter."
“And I’ve been feeling a little strange these past two days.”
“I don’t know why, but when I peek at the Dawn Army with a telescope, I always feel that their leader has a weird face and winks. This man makes me a little uneasy, as if he can see something.”
The people around were even more worried. It sounded like the Dawn Army was in danger.
After Brother Sun finished speaking, he stood up and walked out, pausing for a moment.
"Don't the Dawn Army want gold? Let me see if they will take in the survivors? If it is true as they say, I will show them a clear path."
Thanks to the book friend (No Money, Willful) for the 3,500-coin reward, to the book friend (Fu Vqiang) (The Great China Empire) for the thousand rewards, and to the many book friends for the rewards.
Many people said in the book that my population figures were too outrageous, saying that there were millions of people in one county, which was totally uninteresting.
Then let me ask, in a country with a population of more than 15 billion, isn’t it normal for a county to have millions of people?
You keep applying the common sense of the earth to this place, and it’s not the same world, so how can you apply it?
(End of this chapter)
