A Post-Apocalyptic Journey to Another World

Time and language are always the best tools for building relationships. As time went on, Zhao Yu was surprised to find that the person in front of her knew more about her father than she did.

Two hours later, she finally realized that the person in front of her was indeed her father's friend, but when did her father make such a young friend?

After Zhao Yu lowered her guard, Zhang Xi finally learned where Old Zhao had gone. It turned out that Old Zhao had risked his life to join a long-distance transport team organized by the military in order to provide better nutrition for his daughter. Although each trip was extremely dangerous, the income was also very considerable.

Just two days ago, Old Zhao left home, saying before he left that this trip might take about a week. This surprised Zhang Xi; a week was too long. However, Zhang Xi still decided to stay in Liaocheng for a week before leaving. He had to repay Old Zhao's kindness, even if it was the other Old Zhao from his previous life.

After saying goodbye to Zhao Yu, Zhang Xi decided to find a place to stay first.

Whenever he arrives in an unfamiliar place, he always makes sure to wander around and familiarize himself with the basic terrain—a habit Zhang Xi has cultivated over many years. He rode his motorcycle, patrolling the area while searching for a place to refuel, but several gas stations he visited had signs indicating they were temporarily closed.

In the end, he had no choice but to spend three times the price to fill up his motorcycle with gas at a gas station.

Suspending oil sales doesn't mean there's no oil available. If you can afford a high price, the staff wouldn't mind taking a little from their "private reserves" to exchange for a few gold bars.

Looking at the dwindling gold bars in his storage space, Zhang Xi sighed and wondered if he should go talk to Huang Lin again.

After refueling, Zhang Xi continued driving, observing the terrain as he went. But after a short while, he felt something was wrong. A sense of danger grew stronger and stronger, a feeling that had saved his life many times in his previous life.

However, the amber in his arms did not give any warning. If any danger were to approach, the amber's sensing range would be much greater than Zhang Xi's. The fact that it did not give any warning meant that there were no powerful or dangerous creatures nearby.

Moreover, Zhang Xi felt that his unease came from Liaocheng itself, from the streets, the roads, and even the landmark buildings!

A landmark building! Zhang Xi suddenly remembered a crossroads he had just passed. It was a roundabout with a tall statue of a famous person in the median strip.

He'd seen that celebrity statue!

But this is his first time in Liaocheng, isn't it?

Zhang Xi slapped his forehead. Damn it! He'd been careless just because it wasn't Pingyuan City! He quickly took out the recording magic stone he'd obtained from the Descendant of the Demon Wolf, and sure enough, it was Liaocheng!

Zhang Xi had only glanced at the city's size and didn't look at it closely after discovering it wasn't Pingyuan City. After all, this time period in his previous life was the peak season for monster sieges, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

But now he had no choice but to take it seriously. Zhang Xi floored the accelerator and sped towards Liaocheng No. 1 Middle School. He had no confidence that Liaocheng's defenses could withstand this attack.

This wasn't a reckless attack by wild beasts, but a planned siege by the Grey Werewolves. Therefore, we can't take any risks; we must get Zhao Yu away from here as soon as possible. As for Old Zhao, as long as everyone survives, we'll have a chance to meet again.

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While Zhang Xi was rushing anxiously to Liaocheng No. 1 Middle School, the militiaman who had led the way had just returned to his post. This guy had left Zhang Xi long ago, but was only now returning; who knows where he'd been slacking off.

As soon as the militiamen returned to their post, they took out the meat pie Zhang Xi had given them, tore it in half, and handed one half to their captain. The captain took it and exclaimed, "Beef pie! It's definitely something special. These days, very few people carry this around as their rations."

"Who cares? He's probably a fourth-generation military officer. He must have a great-grandfather." The militiaman took a big bite, savoring the taste of meat he hadn't had in months, and continued, "I wish I had a great-grandfather! Even if he wasn't an official, he could at least be a big businessman."

The militia captain took a big bite and was about to speak when a shout suddenly came from the makeshift lookout post ten meters behind him: "Captain! Black Wolf!" The sentry in charge of the lookout didn't wait for orders and fired a shot as soon as he finished shouting.

Following that first shot, gunfire also rang out from several lookout posts at intersections a few dozen meters away.

On the outskirts of the city, wherever there is no concrete, there are waist-high weeds everywhere, and like a man's beard, they grow back the day after you shave them.

Every three days, weeds are cleared in front of the outposts on the outskirts of Liaocheng. Due to the large amount of work, only 70 or 80 meters of open space have been cleared. Of course, this is partly due to the large amount of work, and partly because this distance is enough for the militia to react.

The militia captain did not reprimand the sentry for firing without permission; untrained militiamen are always prone to nervousness. He quickly climbed up the lookout post, demonstrating his agility as captain.

But once he climbed to the lookout post, he lost his usual composure. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he witnessed the most terrifying sight he had ever seen in his life.

In the distance, black wolves crouched low in the grass, moving silently and swiftly. Their arched black backs drew undulating lines through the green grass. Each line represented a black wolf, and within the visible range alone, there were hundreds of them!

"Quick! Get into the bunker! Abandon the surface positions, it's a wolf pack, a large wolf pack! Liu San is calling for backup!" The militia captain shouted as he slid down from the lookout post at lightning speed and ducked into the concrete bunker.

The eight militiamen on duty entered the two bunkers separately. Soon, heavy machine guns began to spray fire, and the black wolves were shot down one by one. However, there were too many black wolves, and for every few that were shot down, they closed the distance to the bunkers by tens of meters.

"Captain!" The machine gunner's voice trembled even amidst the deafening roar of gunfire: "They're coming for us!"

"They're definitely coming for us! Don't panic, they can't possibly destroy a reinforced concrete bunker." The militia captain was somewhat annoyed by his subordinates' panic, but still loudly reassured them.

"No, Captain, you didn't understand what I meant. I meant they're charging straight at my guns," the machine gunner emphasized again.

"What?..." Before the militia captain could finish speaking, the bunker suddenly went dark, and the crisp "rat-a-tat-tat" of the machine gun turned into a muffled "puff puff puff." With the sound, streams of hot, foul-smelling blood splattered in from the breech, spraying the machine gunner's head and face.

The desperate machine gunner threw down the gun, shouting as he fired, "Captain! They... those black wolves are blocking the gun barrels with their bodies!"

The heavy machine gun fired three more belts of ammunition, getting nothing but more blood and flesh flying in. The militia captain grabbed his hair in despair and said, "Damn it? How many corpses have those Black Wolves piled up at the firing port? We're trapped in the bunker!"

The remaining three militiamen in the bunker looked at their militia captain with blank expressions.

The machine gunner gritted his teeth and said, "Captain, let's open the door and rush out!" But as soon as he finished speaking, he shook his head without much confidence; rushing out would mean certain death.

Another militiaman said in bewilderment, "How could these beasts come up with such a way to deal with us? They're just wild animals! How could they do this?"

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