Wasteland Border Inspector

Chapter 78 Guns in hand, follow me, let's wipe out B-7!

"Da Long, send out a hundred men, in groups of four, to keep watch and extend the firing line."

"Yes!"

"Erlong, take fifty men and follow Zhu Xiang to cut off the source of infection. We absolutely cannot let these things cause secondary infections."

"clear."

"The rest of you should go with Huang Sheng and Wu Zhihong and temporarily bury the cut-up infected bodies. These things will devour each other and become stronger, so we can't let them find food easily."

"Yes!"

Cheng Ye hadn't expected his first time conducting to go so smoothly, without the slightest hint of awkwardness.

It's much easier than arranging a picnic for forty people when he went out to eat with friends in college. He doesn't have to worry about who hasn't finished their mobile game, who has dietary restrictions, or who is a germaphobe.
The three hundred people at Tianyuan Mall are like soldiers in a game; they obey orders and do exactly what they are told.

Ultimately, firstly, everyone's cooperation was at its peak, and secondly, because...
"After the old pioneering corps was disbanded, many of them were assigned to our B-7 area."

The damp air hit his nose, and Old Song couldn't help but cough twice. "The Chaoyang Electronics Factory residential area where you live, Prosecutor, is basically full of veterans from the Pioneer Corps. We received defense training against the wave of infection back in the wilderness. As long as we haven't forgotten our skills, we can spontaneously find the connection point and fight together, advancing and retreating together to defend against the enemy, even without anyone's command!"

"Pioneering Corps"

Cheng Ye suddenly paused, as if he had thought of something, "Was my father also in the pioneering corps?"

"He was the first inspector in the Pioneer Corps."

Old Song immediately nodded and replied, "Moreover, it was when he was as young as you, around the time your grandfather passed away unexpectedly. He joined the pioneering corps as a prosecutor, vowing to avenge your grandfather. He stayed for two and a half years before leaving and returning to the checkpoint."

revenge?

A strange feeling welled up in Cheng Ye's heart.

Given Cheng Long's abilities, is he really going to seek revenge outside?

Or did Cheng Wu also leave Cheng Long with a mess, unable to even go to the checkpoints, and forced to hide outside the Pioneer Corps until he had developed the ability to protect himself before daring to return?

If that's the case, then Jackie Chan's start is even more disastrous than his!

"I just heard shouts of battle over there. Was it a fusion entity?"

The Tianyuan Mall had already defended against four waves of ordinary infected creatures. At first, everyone was a little nervous, but later they found that these monsters were not only more durable, but also easier to deal with than mutated beasts because of their lack of intelligence.

"It's a fusion entity, and I can't handle it by myself, so I have to ask everyone for help."

"Prosecutor Cheng, this isn't about helping you, it's about you protecting us!"

Cheng Ye wanted to continue talking about the dangers of the fusion, but Old Song immediately interrupted him.

"The fact that the residents of the electronics factory are backing you shows that they completely approve of you. I bet you didn't run away from that monster, did you?"

"No!"

Cheng Ye was slightly taken aback; he had indeed not run away.

After repelling the fusion, they immediately gave chase, instead of passively defending the stronghold.

Then, everyone started firing, shooting at the fusion entity, and a battle cry erupted that still makes his soul tremble when he thinks about it now.

"Escape, we'll help you."

"Killing was your way of protecting us."

"This is a fundamental difference, Prosecutor Cheng. You can't confuse this most important point; it's about beliefs, it's about..."

Old Song patted his chest, his lips moved slightly, and his voice was so low that only the two of them could hear him:
"What are we fighting for?!"

boom.

The metal roller shutter of Tianyuan Mall fell back down, blocking thousands of eyes from entering.

Turning his head to look at the three hundred people who were already lined up neatly, Cheng Ye couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

This is absolutely spectacular!

He went to Hengdian to watch extras filming and saw similar scenes.

But the eyes of those extras absolutely lacked that overwhelming killing intent that almost materialized and mixed together, a blend of iron-bloodedness and ferocity, almost solidified into a visible sharpness.

just.

Faced with the infected starfish, the three hundred people in the mall had almost no protective gear. They could only follow his example and wrap their exposed bodies with scraps of cloth.

Weapons were in short supply; most of the men's pistols were badly worn, and each man was only equipped with two magazines, which they had to find by borrowing from other people in the store.

If the B-7 infection wave isn't cleared after all these bullets are fired, then we'll have no choice but to charge in with melee weapons.

However, this was not a big problem for prosecutor Cheng Ye.

He quickly operated his defense communication device and instantly located two emergency supply and ammunition replenishment points in Zone B-7.

One is located at the western end adjacent to area B-6, and the other is near the boundary of area A-11.

Although the quantity of ammunition hidden is unknown, it can at least delay the depletion of firepower.

"Let's go, first head towards B-6 and retrieve the equipment and ammunition!"

"Yes!"

At Cheng Ye's command, three hundred voices responded in perfect unison.

The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants took the shade.

The significance of the pioneering corps goes far beyond expanding the reach of Happiness City; it lies in cultivating a group of militia members who can immediately form combat capabilities.

Like a spark hidden inside a furnace, it can reignite as soon as the vent is opened!
However, just as the group turned out of the block, Cheng Ye's gaze suddenly sharpened as he spotted the escaped fusion creature again!

The monster clung to the wall of a small building a few hundred meters away, glanced at the group from afar, and then fled without hesitation.

They had clearly learned their lesson and knew they were not strong enough to take on this team head-on.

"They went to other districts?"

Cheng Ye took out a map and glanced at it. Less than a kilometer further ahead from the small building was the B-3 area.

It would be good to avoid a direct confrontation with this fusion entity.

But he had a feeling that the monster had its eye on him and would not give up so easily.

"Now it's a race against time. Let's see how fast it evolves, or if we can organize our forces first!"

A sense of urgency surged through him, and Cheng Ye immediately raised his voice and gave the order, instantly speeding up the 300-person formation.

When infected creatures rushed out along the way, he didn't even need to give any orders; the two dragons on the flanks of the team could lead their men to kill them.

Huang Sheng and Wu Zhihong, who were in the rear, also had certain command abilities and could lead the militia in eight-person squad battle formations.

At first, everyone was a little scared and started shooting.

After crossing a street and taking down dozens of infected, all that remained was the slurping sound of a dagger piercing flesh.

Cheng Ye's steps were unsteady, occasionally brushing past the fallen infected.

A pleasant reminder rang in my ears.

[Emission detected]

[Successful information replenishment score: 0.07, 0.12, 0.15, 0.01]

Even with three drones hovering overhead to assist in monitoring, helping the team avoid infection waves, prevent surprise attacks, and calculate contribution distribution.

He wasn't worried at all that his actions would give anyone away.

[Information retrieval progress for trainee collector 'Cheng Ye' has reached 30%!]

Keep up the good work!

"30%?"

Cheng Ye nodded slightly; this speed was indeed much faster than before. If the infected dies, its consciousness will be absorbed, so its speed in a one-on-one fight might not be slow.

The problem is that after the infected organism dies, its head still needs to be cut open to remove the source of infection.

No matter how skilled Zhu Xiang is, he can't keep up with thirty people working together.

"Coming!"

The entire B-7 district consists of seven streets, and none of them are far apart as the crow flies.

The group charged forward recklessly, and from afar they could see more than a dozen furtive figures crouching in front of the shop, trying to pry open the door.

Seeing the main force approaching, the group turned to flee, but Cheng Ye reacted quickly, drawing his gun and firing.

boom.

The bullet landed precisely on the ground in front of the leader's feet, and the flying debris froze everyone in place.

"Catch him!"

Da Long immediately led his men forward to control them and asked for their identities. "They're from the pedestrian street. I heard that some equipment was moved in here before, and they wanted to use it to protect themselves."

"Protect yourself?"

Cheng Ye sneered; he would never believe such a lie again.

"Use these to lure the fusion beings later. If they survive, let them go; if they don't, they deserve to die."

"Understood." Da Long wholeheartedly agreed with Cheng Ye's decision.

In times of war, there should be wartime rules.

If we let these people go, and they hold a grudge, they might be ambushed and shot at a crucial moment when dealing with the fusion entity, which could ruin our chances.

Searching for nearby emergency supply and ammunition replenishment points.

[Search successful, initiating!]

[Prosecutor Cheng Ye, your current remaining activation quota: '3']

A notification flashed across the Defense News app.

The warehouse door, which had been pried open for a long time, finally rose slowly, and a strong smell of gun oil wafted out.

Cheng Ye glanced down at the door panel. Good heavens, it was a solid explosion-proof steel plate, at least a finger's width thick. No wonder those people couldn't pry it open no matter how hard they tried.

Those controlled by Da Long looked on as if they had seen a ghost when they saw the door open.

"How...how could he open it?"

"Shut up, or I'll chop you up if you bark again." Without thinking, Da Long slapped the person who spoke on the head, but his eyes remained fixed on the shop.

Boom.

The moment the steel plate was fully lifted, the internal lighting automatically turned on.

Gasps of astonishment filled the air, and even Cheng Ye was stunned.

This is no emergency supply point; it's clearly a fully equipped mini armory!
Although Happiness City is a powerful industrial sanctuary where mass-produced weapons and ammunition are so cheap they're practically dirt low, the sheer scale of power revealed after this door opened still shattered everyone's expectations.

At the entrance, five boxes of defensive pistols were stacked like tofu blocks, with the specification of 45 pistols in each box clearly marked on the side of the box.

The wooden crates at the front had been opened, and the pistol lying on top gleamed with a cold, icy blue light under the lamp. The serial number engraved on the gun still shone with the luster of fresh oil, clearly indicating that it was a brand new product that had just come off the production line before the outbreak of the infection wave.

Then, three more boxes of defensive rifles were arranged in the same manner, with 30 rifles in each box.

The gun's streamlined shape is somewhat similar to the M4 that Cheng Ye often sees in games, and it's also brand new.

The heavy-duty shelves that reached all the way to the ceiling were crammed full of ammunition boxes.

The red markings of 2500 rounds per box are particularly eye-catching. The boxes of ammunition of different calibers are stacked together, and the quantity is so huge that it must be at least 20,000 to 30,000 rounds.

But these weren't the most outrageous things, because deep inside, Cheng Ye saw four defensive machine guns mounted on tripods, their barrel cooling vents gleaming with a menacing light.

Beside them, two olive-green rocket launchers leaned against the wall, with ten rockets, each marked with a yellow symbol at the tail, neatly stacked on a special ammunition rack, the armor-piercing patterns on the warheads clearly visible.

"This"

Cheng Ye's Adam's apple bobbed, and in the end, he could only silently say in his heart, "Praise be to the City of Happiness!"

At this moment, he was extremely grateful that he had transmigrated to an industrial sanctuary, rather than an agricultural one.

Faced with the surge in infections, Happiness City may face shortages of other things, but weapons and ammunition will never disappoint anyone who has the will to stand up.

"What are you all standing there for? Go in in batches to exchange your guns, and put away all your old, broken guns!"

Cheng Ye shouted loudly.

The stunned crowd snapped out of their daze and rushed into the warehouse with burning eyes.

Previously, when Cheng Ye said he would take them to collect weapons and ammunition, they were not excited because none of them were sure if they would get any.

But for now, these weapons are more than enough!
There were 225 new pistols and 90 rifles, more than enough for 300 people, with some to spare.

After all, each of the four machine guns required two people to operate.

Da Long and Er Long rushed in, exchanged their rifles, and came out grinning like children who had just received candy.

Seeing Cheng Ye looking at him strangely, Da Long rubbed the gun and explained, "The last time I touched this gun was six years ago in winter. When the infection wave came, the higher-ups gave the community a few. I was lucky enough to fire a few magazines, and I haven't touched it since."

Cheng Ye hummed in agreement and then asked curiously, "Why was the Pioneer Corps disbanded?"

"This is a long story, involving factors from above and reasons from below."

Da Long rubbed the butt of his gun with his fingertips. "But in the end, it's because nobody wants to explore any more land. The settlements that have been built with great difficulty can be destroyed by a single wave of infection."

"Furthermore, Happiness City is growing larger and larger, so there's no need for the pioneering corps to go out and dig for resources anymore. Now there are plenty of small settlements that actively offer resources to exchange for things."

Looking at the excited crowd inside the shop, he said with a touch of melancholy, "Times have changed, life has become stable, and there is no longer a need for pioneers."

"So, deep down, everyone still wants to go out?"

"Of course, how can a person spend their whole life holed up in a cramped shop in a shopping mall, going through birth, aging, sickness, and death?"

His intense ambition was almost palpable.

Cheng Ye smiled slightly, not finding it strange, and reached out to pat Da Long on the shoulder.

"Work hard, and when the opportunity comes, you have to seize it yourself."

A simple sentence, yet more powerful than any grand pronouncement.

Visibly, Da Long's face began to turn red, and his breathing became heavy.

Isn't that exactly why they were willing to come out with Cheng Ye?

Fight for survival!

Fight for our ideals!

More than ten minutes later, the team had completed the equipment change, but unfortunately, they still couldn't find any area-of-effect weapons like grenades in the warehouse.

It seems that even with the arrival of an infection wave, in the eyes of the higher-ups, the danger of explosive weapons still far outweighs that of the infected, or rather...
Recalling the explosion in the previous scene, the starfish infection tide immediately evolved into several fusion forms.

Cheng Ye was taken aback; it seemed that some information had not yet been released to the public.

However, having rocket launchers and machine guns now is not a bad thing. As long as it's not a terrifying surge like that of Area A, even if there are thousands of infected, this armed team is confident that it can face them head-on!
The three hundred people lined up again, their eyes fixed intently on Cheng Ye.

He stopped shouting motivational slogans and instead pulled the Thunderbolt 1 rifle from his back to his front, pointing the barrel straight at the sky.
"Everyone!"

"Guns in hand, come with me!"

"Tonight, we'll wipe out Sector B-7!"

　P.S.: Here's the 4K version. The starfish season ends tomorrow. I wrote the climax several times but it still didn't feel right, so I decided to release it all together tomorrow. Thanks for your support!
　　
　
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