Although refugees are mobile, the number of relocations will not be so large.

At present, the "people flow" in peacetime is a very difficult thing. However, in this situation where almost all traffic is paralyzed, hundreds and thousands of civilians arrive at the new Guiyang base one after another every day.

This is obviously the result of someone who is behind the scenes.

On the battle sequence list of the military headquarters, the 11th Independent Force belongs to the unit of "unknown intention". Su Hao's tough attitude at the military headquarters' public meeting made everyone give up the idea of ​​using "scheduling" means to restrain it. The failure of the Hefei battle has caused a series of problems, and the military headquarters is currently focusing on solving it. Regarding the handling of the 11th Independent Force, Zhao Zhikai, the Chairman of the Military Department, and Yuan Zhicheng, Commander-in-Chief of the Northern War Zone, did not express his attitude. However, this does not mean that others have not taken action and are in the face of factors such as guessing the boss and the current situation. They use the most and the most effective way, which is to rush as many civilians as possible to New Guiyang to create difficult troubles for Su Hao.

Xinyan blinked the ash, blinked her long black eyelashes, shifted her gaze to Su Hao who was lying beside her, and asked leisurely: "What are you going to do?"

Su Hao remained silent.

From the future world to this time and space, Su Hao never had the idea of ​​suicide or death in battle. Like all life on earth, he had an extremely strong desire for the word "survival".

Similarly, he never had any fantasy about those who are hostile to him and want to replace him at any time.

"Actually, these things are not a solution."

Su Hao supported his elbows and sat up from the bed. With the pull of his brain thinking, his eyes became cold, as sharp as a knife. His body, which was still tired a few seconds ago, was quickly excited, becoming full of energy and full of strength.

"For the entire "bee swarm", the most important thing is to ensure the existence and construction of "Honey No. 1". Under this premise, any problem can be ignored. No matter how many civilians they drive over, or how they use to compress our living space, these problems will not have a fatal impact. Some of the 300,000 civilians will become "worker bees", and some of them will die for one or another. No matter what I do, it will not be possible to satisfy everyone, and I have never had the idea of ​​converting everyone. Two hundred thousand, one hundred thousand, fifty thousand...even if there is less, in the end, only a few thousand people have the bloodline of "worker bees". As long as the construction of the "Honey No. 1" is completed, all the efforts of new Guiyang will be worth it. As for the views of the civilians and the opinions of the military, they will do whatever they want. I live for myself, for my friends and relatives, it is that simple."

These words are not so much an explanation to Xinyan, but rather a further strengthening of Su Hao's thoughts at this moment.

After becoming a fifth-level strengthening person, Su Hao has realized that his way of thinking has undergone very subtle changes. He is more eager for power and strength than ever. The former can be obtained by familiarizing and cognizing the world with clever skills and plans. As for the latter, Su Hao has mastered genetic medicine, and he can create a group of evolved people with strong combat power at any time. However, in this world, there is always another existence that restricts power.

Whenever he thinks of the captain named "Hababanola", Su Hao has an instinctive fear.

Wang Qinian said that the Atlantis are the most terrifying living organisms in the world. Their purpose of creating the earth and humans is to gain powerful warriors. Evolved people, including Yue Zhennan, were taken away by them. But what is the purpose of the Atlantis? Su Hao still has no clue and no information for analysis.

Before the dispatcher went to the distance to send back the message, he could only silently shrink his claws, lie dormant like a wounded wolf, and wait patiently for the opportunity.

In the far north of the mainland, in central Russia, to the west of the Gubishev Reservoir, Ulyanovsk.

Under the cover of night, a strong man hugged his waist and quickly walked across the road, along a street full of abandoned vehicles, weeds, garbage and dust, and ran into a yard where the poles were smashed by the intersection.

Ivanov is a white Russian, forty-four years old, with gray hair and beard. The weather is already quite cold, but he is still wearing a thin shirt. His collar is open, his cuffs are high, and his chest and arms are covered with thick hair. This way of dressing is somewhat flaunting. But it is undeniable that Ivanov is indeed strong and muscular. With the gun inserted in the leather shoulder strap, he reminds those who want to make his decisions that it will cost extremely heavy prices and not worth the effort.

On the vast land of Russia, Ulyanovsk is a city with densely populated residents. Before the outbreak of the virus, Ivanov was a teacher at a district middle school. Now, he has long forgotten his career and responsibilities, and lives purely for his family.

When you walk into the yard, the first thing you see is a low-rise building covering a wide area.

This is a granary located south of Ulyanovsk. During peacetime, Ivanov once visited with his students. At that time, he would always give a live speech with great emotion to let the students understand the close relationship between mechanized operations and agriculture.

The huge steel door latch was twisted and firmly clamped the door handles at an unimaginable reverse angle. They were secured together by a huge specialty metal lock. This terrible combination was amazing, and it was shocking just to look at it without the idea of ​​trying to reach out and compete with it and separate the door latch from the buckle.

Ivanov stood in front of the all-steel gate, carefully watching around. After confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he took out a strange cross-shaped key from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole, and opened the lock with force. Then, he pulled the latch a few times, pushed the gate open and strode in.

Suddenly, a special dry breath mixed with rice, flour, dust and dust came to my face, filling the entire nose.

This granary was once an important pillar of Uriyanovsk. After the outbreak of the virus, it was occupied by militia and police. They took more than 300 refugees and relied on walls and towers to guard them, but the zombies eventually broke through the defense. In desperation, the survivors had to drive away and completely abandoned this crucial supply point.

In the ditch opposite the grain warehouse, there were more than a dozen corpses that had already rotten and were left with hard bones. They were wearing their own clothes, including civilians, policemen, and staff stationed in the grain warehouse.

The warehouse in front of me was two-thirds empty, and neatly packed flour was placed in the corner. Among all the warehouses, this is the best-preserved warehouse, not penetrated by rain, and the wall gates were not broken. It is precisely because of this that Ivanov got a special lock from the city that is not easy to be destroyed, and regards it as a private territory that he can enter and exit.

Ivanov was very familiar with this place. In addition to flour, he also knew where other types of food were placed. In this way, he was like a hard-working rat, shuttled back and forth between warehouses. The food placed on the cement platform outside continued to increase, and soon piled up.

Two bags of 50 kilograms of flour, a bunch of salted fish tied with ropes, and a sack full of beans and canned condensed milk.

The total weight of these things is more than hundreds of kilograms, but for Ivanov, it is no problem to take them away. He used two straps to fix the sack on his shoulders and picked up a bag of flour on his hands. In this way, it seemed as if the general who had just won the battlefield and had a large amount of trophy, had a satisfied smile on his face and walked out of the warehouse.

He was a very unlucky guy. He got several cars in a row, but he was always unable to drive the vehicle to carry more things because of tire blown up, fuel tank breaks, trapped by mud, road blockage, etc.

Ivanov can't remember how many cars he scrapped in his hands? Those damn cars always bring him all kinds of troubles. Either they make their hands full of oil or their clothes dirty. Those faults may not be worth mentioning to the mechanics, but Ivanov's profession is a teacher. He can teach students from first grade to high school, but he is helpless about mechanical faults.

He swore that he would rather believe in his hands than believe in any hell machines again.

The moment I stepped out my legs, Ivanov suddenly turned around with a strange expression and looked to the left of the road.

A mutant creature with a hideous face appeared in the corner of the wall on the side of the warehouse. Its hands, which originally belonged to humans, turned into forelimbs, landed with its hind feet, and its mouth stretched forward with sharp teeth. Between these hard and sharp teeth, a brown-red tongue stretched out, and it swung back and forth around as its head swung.

Ivanov put down the flour in his hand, slowly stroked his clenched right fist with his left hand, and a hideous sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth.

It was a dog-shaped humanoid. Ivanov was very familiar with this thing. Of course, he might have misread it. After all, there are many commonalities between mastiffs and wild wolves. Gene-infected mutant creatures also have the branch of wolf-shaped humanoid. However, in Ivanov's eyes, there is not much difference between them and can be completely ignored.

He smiled "hehehehe" and turned around, rushing towards the direction of the humanoid appearance.

This type of person has long appeared in the detection range of thinking consciousness. Ivanov's goal in this trip was food, not as a hunter. He consciously let this guy go, but he didn't expect that this type of person would slowly walk to his neighbors without knowing his life and death. Since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude.

Although Ivanov's body was huge, his movements did not seem dull at all. The instant explosive force of his legs and feet produced an unimaginable speed. The movements, airflow, and a cruel murderous sneer made the humanoid immediately notice the abnormality in this direction. It stood on the spot, and his eyes with obvious animal characteristics immediately became stiff, as if he saw something extremely terrifying. Then, his body began to tremble involuntarily, and his mouth made a meaningless low howl, accompanied by obvious fear and whine.

The humanoid instinctively wanted to turn around and escape, but could not exceed Ivanov's amazing speed. He rushed forward with a quick step, reached out his left hand to grab the humanoid neck, dragged it over, then lifted his thick feet and stepped on the humanoid back with force.

Ivanov's body size is similar to that of humanoids, and there is no big difference. Strictly calculated, the humanoids are taller than Ivanov. However, the poor humanoids have no power to fight back in front of Ivanov, and they cannot even resist and escape. The moment Ivanov stepped down with his left foot, the humanoids felt a mountain pressing down in the air, crushing his body like a destruction. The hardest spine and pelvis suddenly came a series of chilling and extremely fearful "clicks".

The humanoid was stuck on the ground and could not move. It tried hard to open its lips, but blood oozed out from the cracks of its teeth and the corners of its mouth. The humanoid felt that it could not move, and an irresistible force was slowly crushing from under its body. Yes, it was the man's feet. He kept moving the pedaling part, up from his buttocks, like a powerful roller. First, the abdomen, then the chest, intestines, liver, stomach sac, and all kinds of internal organs that could not be named were slowly moving towards the throat and the mouth under the squeeze of this force.

The humanoid mouth was wide open, not because of hunger, but because of the fear of vomiting, forced by a strong sense of squeeze, and wanted to commit suicide and go crazy.

Soon, between the bloody lips, a large clump of sticky yellow and bright red, covered with liquid and blood appeared. When the whole body was crushed, the humanoid became obviously thin, and the eyeballs ejected several meters from the socket, hitting the opposite wall, cracking, and turning into two pools of mucus slowly sliding.

Ivanov pulled out the knife, cut off the humanoid limbs a few times, and flexibly cut open the skin of the humanoid back, cutting off two fat-bound meat from his shoulders. After doing all this, he tied the cut humanoid legs and pieces of meat with iron wire and put them in a cloth bag.

Humanoids and zombies are two different creatures. Ivanov does not understand the evolutionary relationship between the two, but in the process of hunting mutated creatures, he discovered the similarities and differences between the two more than once. Due to the strong demand for supplementing food types, he used different humanoids to cut meat pieces, and used cooking, marinating and other methods to detect whether it can be eaten? Is it poisonous?

They are rich in protein, and although beef and mutton are so delicious, they can barely be eaten.

Without a car, Ivanov really couldn't take away more things. Killing a humanoid person means that fresh meat can be eaten in the next few days. However, this guy is very heavy and huge. Instead of dragging and affecting speed, it is better to cut off the most tender and most delicious limbs and shoulders, which are the most delicious.

In the coniferous forest outside Ulyanovsk, there is a hidden underground shelter. It was built in the Soviet era and was once a hidden ammunition depot for the military. During Yeltsin's administration, its function became a civilian air raid shelter. Now, it has become Ivanov's home.

The fire was burning in the fireplace, and the room separated by various building materials was warm and warm. Ivanov knocked out the agreed code on the heavy door panel, and soon the door opened, accompanied by a comfortable warmth, mixed with a strong food aroma, and a charming face.

Lisa is a dancer. Both figure and appearance are the kind of character that is very jealous of other women. When escaping from the city, Ivanov met Lisa in a clothing store. At that time, there was another fat woman who was over fifty years old. Ivanov cut off the fat woman's head very directly and threw the body outside to block the zombies coming in, but he took Lisa away from the side door.

Ivanov didn't feel cold-blooded or cruel. When he encountered that situation again, he would still make the same moves and the same choice. The woman was too fat and she would only drag down her speed. Even if she was lucky enough to take her away, just thinking about her fat body would mean that she had to consume two portions, or even more food. Instead of watching her bitten to death by a zombie and then get infected by a virus, Yu Qian chopped it into two halves with an axe. Hello, me, everyone, zombies can eat enough.

If you want to talk about selfishness, there must be some. When I took Lisa into the suburb cellar and confirmed safety, Ivanov's biggest hobby every day was to strip this graceful woman naked and press her under her to do reciprocating impact exercises.

Lisa had a good cooking skills, and Ivanov smelled the aroma of bread that filled the room and the smell of hot red cabbage soup.

Sitting at the dining table and looking at the seductive food, Ivanov and Lisa were not busy with the meal, but held their hands, closed their eyes, and began to pray silently.

Lisa is a devout believer, but Ivanov is not. He even hates the old bastard named "God" very much, thinking that it is simply a mixture of liars and villains.

However, when the Chinese appeared, Ivanov finally believed that there was indeed God in this world.

Speaking of which, the process is actually very simple.

It was last winter when Ivanov went out to find food and met a Chinese. He and Ivanov lost a group of zombies wandering around the granary. Because of their strength and strength, the Chinese gained Ivanov's friendship. In this way, they built another compartment in the air-raid shelter, searched for essentials together, faced danger together, and eliminated mutant creatures together. Soon, the two became friends who could talk about everything.

Half a year ago, Ivanov accidentally suffered from typhoid fever. The Chinese risked to sneak into the city hospital and got some antibiotics. Ivanov, who was in a high fever and coma, did not notice at all. When the Chinese injected himself with a dark red color, it looked like a liquid with human blood.
Chapter completed!