Post-Apocalyptic Rebirth: The Ghost Guanyin Transforms into a God

At the same time, Jiang Tao, the leader of the second rescue team, led a rescue force of sixty people into the hole burned by Miao Yin.

They were all fully armed, with guns, magazines, fire axes, and grenades strapped to their bodies. As soon as they entered, they took care of two deformed people crawling near the delivery room and rescued their teammates and survivors trapped inside.

Just as Miao Yin had suspected, the pregnant woman was in very bad condition. Her face was pale and her eyes were bloodshot. Her abdomen was covered with dense, dark blue capillaries. She was almost unconscious. She was immediately carried into a car by medical staff and connected to various instruments. Her husband held her hand beside her, his face full of fear.

The remaining residents also got into the rescue vehicle, and the blind mother and child were helped up by others.

Jiang Tao and Peng Si, who were in charge of the command, hugged each other.

"Brother Peng, it's so good that you're alive. When I heard the news from the base, I was so worried that I couldn't sleep for days. I rushed over immediately. Your surviving teammates came with me too. They kept talking about you on the way, saying that you were seriously injured. How are you now? Has it affected what's going on?"

Peng Si waved his hand: "It was just a scratch on the stomach, what could possibly happen? You guys, though, you'd better be careful later."

He made no mention of the near-fatal incident where his intestines almost fell out, but instead ate to replenish his nutrition while discussing the next rescue operation with Jiang Tao.

Because the network was down, they could no longer contact the surviving residents through the owners' group chat, and could only try their best to help the survivors based on the information they had left behind.

"So, has the armory been opened?" Peng Si asked a crucial question.

Jiang Tao sighed: "It's sealed off tightly."

They were referring to the country's largest weapons depot, known as the No. 1 Armory, which contains a large quantity of tank shells and state-of-the-art weaponry, making it arguably the largest ammunition depot in Jingzhou.

On the day the apocalypse struck, 90 percent of the personnel in the armory were infected and turned into mutants. The entire base was overrun that day, with no time to react.

Communication was cut off, surveillance was cut off, and we couldn't get any news from the outside world.

Later, for reasons unknown, the armory was sealed off due to internal operations and could not be opened, resulting in the military losing a significant amount of high-level firepower.

In addition, due to the battle with the mutants, their consumption has become increasingly large, and even production is struggling to keep up. Now the machine tools are working non-stop for 24 hours a day.

The weapons they currently possess are mostly old stockpiles, weapons transferred from other small armories, and weapons from the local police; they are dwindling in number with each use.

"Anyway, we have more equipment this time than you did last time." Jiang Tao pointed outside. "At least I brought the machine gun. I was thinking of bringing a few cannons, but that was rejected because they said the base needed them more."

"It's good enough that we have one; the base isn't easy to operate either."

"That's true. But that thing is too loud, so it should only be used as a last resort."

"Okay, got it."

After finalizing the action plan, Peng Si suddenly lowered his voice and said, "The person the higher-ups are looking for has also arrived. I estimate he hasn't left the residential area yet; he should still be nearby."

"Do you mean?"

“Cold,” Peng Si uttered a single word.

Jiang Tao instantly understood his meaning. He took a deep breath, glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention to their conversation, and then lowered his voice to ask, "Did she do anything?"

“She brought a young man, gave us some food, and—” Peng Si gestured with his eyes to the blind mother and child.

“…That’s ruthless.” Jiang Tao sighed, “By the way, did the higher-ups show you her photo?”

Peng Si nodded slightly: "I glanced at it before I left. I wasn't told to look for it, I was just told to keep an eye out for it."

"Where are the photos?"

"It was taken back after I finished reading it."

He patted the other person on the shoulder: "Alright, although I don't know what she looks like, I'll keep an eye on her, don't worry."

At this moment, a soldier walked in, saluted them, and said, "Reporting to the captain, the personnel have been arranged and the rescue operation can begin."

"Got it. Tell them to get ready and clean all the guns so they don't slip on my hands."

"Yes, sir!" The soldier saluted again, then turned and left.

Peng Si watched his departing figure, a barely perceptible trace of sorrow flashing in his sharp eagle eyes.

"They're all still young."

"You talk like you're so old. Weren't we like this when we were that age?"

"When you were practicing crawling on the grass, did you ever imagine that you'd be fighting something like this in the future?"

At least back then they had hope and could see the future. What about now?

All he could see was a dark road where humans were walking unsteadily, with broken flashlights hanging from their waists. In the deathly silence, only the ticking of watches on their wrists could be heard.

"Nobody expected this, it's all the same. Let's not talk about this anymore, I have to go. What do you say? Are you still going or not?"

Even though Peng Si didn't say it explicitly, how could Jiang Tao not see the severity of his injuries? The fact that he was able to stand here unharmed was entirely due to good fortune in his past life.

"Get lost! Don't make me sound so fragile. The medic just said that Qiu Jing did a great job on me. She just applied some ointment, and I only need to remove the stitches later."

Peng Si didn't care at all. As the captain of the first team, he wasn't missing any arms or legs or paralyzed. How could he just watch the soldiers of the second team risk their lives while he lay there?

Jiang Tao's gentle face was full of smiles: "Alright, Captain Peng, but don't come crying to me later."

"Get lost! You disgust me."

The rescue operation followed a strategy of starting with the nearest buildings and then moving to the furthest ones. It began with Building 1 and Building 15 next to the property management lobby, with Peng Si and Jiang Tao leading two separate teams. Qiu Jing, who was experienced in community operations, stayed behind to provide them with information as needed.

The last person to speak in the residents' group is the one they can roughly confirm is still alive, and they need to focus on finding them. As for the rest, they can only hope that they can make it to that position, and leave everything to fate.

It's not that they were cruel or indifferent to life, but the mutants were too powerful. If they searched room by room, the soldiers would probably all be dead.

Starting from the first floor, everyone went up the stairs, carefully avoiding the deformed people hiding in the dark, following the instructions of the thermal imaging operator.

This is the fastest and cheapest way they can find to avoid the mutants, and also a good way to find survivors.

Before long, Peng Si found a resident who had previously spoken out in the owners' group. Their door had been breached, and thermal imaging showed that the family of three was hiding in the master bedroom, while a monstrous creature was lurking in the living room.

The battle is about to break out.

Countless silenced bullets were fired, knocking the mutant to the ground, rendering it immobile, and then chopping off its neck with an axe.

After killing the mutants, knock on the master bedroom door and rescue the starving survivors as quickly as possible. Take them to the property lobby, where medics will meet you, treat your wounds, and then put you in the car.

Thanks to this swift, orderly, and professional rescue operation, many surviving residents were rescued and relocated outside the community.

The residents who had narrowly escaped death sat on the transport vehicle, crying and wolfing down their food.

The sun rose high in the east and then moved westward, and more and more residents filled the rescue vehicles.