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"Chief Zhang!"

"Chief!"

"Boss!"

As Zhang Feng returned to the warm fourth floor, people passing by and those setting up 'cotton frames' greeted him.

"Okay, be careful when you work," Zhang Feng said as he walked, reminding them to avoid injuries while setting up the frames.

As for the cotton frames, they were essentially large cotton quilts used to cover the surrounding walls.

Several were also interspersed along the aisles of the shops in the middle, with the aim of trapping heat.

In the center were several large stoves, with chimneys leading out of the surrounding windows.

"This winter is really cold..."

At that moment, Old Gao, who had come down earlier, was warming himself next to the stove.

"You're not kidding, it feels like it's ten degrees colder than usual." Ah Sheng was now beaming with smiles, indeed feeling much better.

...

Unknowingly, another ten days passed.

Zhang Feng, through analogy, also perfected that 'something' skill and will include it in the Eight-Step Chasing Cicada technique in the future.

And his current physique was 57.

The past few months of scavenging herbs had allowed Zhang Feng's physique to improve by leaps and bounds.

It could be considered the end of rapid improvement, as further advancement would be slow.

This was because the medicinal formula for Transforming Force was difficult to gather and required analysis.

Furthermore, due to limitations in his natural endowment and martial arts, he could only slowly nurture it from now on.

However, Zhang Feng had figured out the visualization technique for the 'Zombie Physique'.

In any world, as long as he had something to eat at the start,

he could directly get a '1-5' point physique.

As for the fluctuation, it depended on the person.

If he possessed a strong and young person, it would be around 1, and the remaining 4 would be added after the body became stronger.

After all, it was the 'Wind of Evolution'. If the physique was insufficient, it would not meet the standard for being evolved.

This evolution was to further solidify the muscles.

But if the start was with an elderly or young person, it would be even less, only around 0.1 at the start, but after the physique was trained, the rest would slowly be nurtured.

Specifically, 10 physique (prime of life) equals 1, while elderly and young depended on the situation.

But regardless of the start, as long as one reached 50 physique, 5 points would be maxed out.

And this morning,

Zhang Feng felt that there was nothing more to train, so he prepared to go out for a stroll.

Consider it a short break after fully digesting the knowledge.

A combination of work and rest.

'For more than half a year, I've conquered a small visualization project and, through analogy, condensed more than a dozen meridians of the Eight-Step Chasing Cicada technique.

The rest is to continue condensing, then return to the right track, and when it's almost time to go back, forcibly open the meridians with resurrection chances.

See if I can open two more.'

Thinking to himself.

Zhang Feng came out of the innermost store.

"Hello, Chief!"

"Brother Zhang!"

People on the road greeted Zhang Feng one after another.

Now, the cotton frames had all been set up, and the windows on the fourth floor were all blocked.

Including the stairwells on the third and fourth floors, a large cotton cover was placed over them.

The entire fourth floor was quite warm.

Apart from those who had to work, many people liked to warm themselves on the fourth floor.

Walking this way.

Zhang Feng came to the small open space in the center.

There was a stove here, and Old Gao was chatting with a few people.

Zhang Feng glanced at them, went over to take a look, and asked about the inventory.

"Hello, Chief..."

As Zhang Feng walked over, the people nearby continued to greet him.

At the same time, Old Gao and the others heard the greetings around them and, seeing Zhang Feng coming over, stood up one after another.

"Brother Zhang!"

"Yeah." Zhang Feng nodded.

"Chief, have a seat!" At that moment, a survivor quickly brought a stool from the side for Zhang Feng.

"Thanks." Zhang Feng sat down and looked at Old Gao and the others.

And under the attention of many people around.

Zhang Feng asked bluntly: "How much food is left? Can it last through the winter?"

As he spoke, Zhang Feng also looked at the people around him, "Let's have a small meeting.

If you want to listen, come and listen. After listening, remember to tell the brothers working downstairs."

Whirr, whirr, whirr—

As Zhang Feng's words fell, dozens of people gathered around.

Most of them were strong, having trained in battles with zombies, and Zhang Feng did not restrict food.

Eating when they should eat, training when they should train, their physique naturally improved.

They could be considered the main combat force in the base, responsible for searching the nearby streets.

In the past few days, they had rescued several more survivors.

"When I speak, everyone be quiet." Zhang Feng looked at them, "After I finish talking to Old Gao and the others, you can ask questions."

"Okay!"

"Yes!"

A group of men nodded, squatting or standing around the stove.

Some were quietly holding cotton quilts.

For a moment, there was only the roaring of the generator downstairs, the crackling of charcoal burning in the stove, and the sounds of some livestock raised on the second floor.

"Food." Zhang Feng looked at Old Gao, "How much is left? Not counting the livestock on the second floor, including chicken and duck eggs."

"According to our usual food distribution... not counting these..." Old Gao said, beckoning to the side. Accountant Lao Liang came over with the ledger.

Old Gao looked at it twice, calculated for a while, and replied: "It should be enough for ten days."

'Ten days? That's a lot. They could save and last for twenty days.' Although the people nearby didn't dare to speak, they dared to think in their hearts.

"Yeah." Zhang Feng nodded, "I'll lead a team to search the city center then.

The weather is getting colder and colder. If there's a heavy snowfall that blocks the roads, we'll have to tighten our belts, and everyone will be hungry."

Hearing that Zhang Feng would lead the team.

Everyone was stunned.

'Is the chief going to take us to search before it snows?'

'I've only heard the old people in the base say that the chief can kill more than a hundred zombies, but I've been in the base for more than three months and haven't seen the chief take action...'

'This time? Is the chief going to take action?'

Everyone had expectations, but they didn't dare to speak because the chief hadn't said 'meeting adjourned'.

"Brother Zhang, you're leading the team?" Old Gao handed the ledger back to Lao Liang, "Should I get you a gun from the armory?"

The armories and ammunition depots (guns and ammunition were managed separately) in the nearby two police stations had recently been successfully opened.

But there were only five guns.

As a criminal police officer, Zhang Feng knew that a normal armory had about ten pistols, and several submachine guns or other types.

The reason for the shortage now should be that the managers of the armories had taken them out in the early stages of the outbreak.

It's just that in the early stages, there were many zombies transforming, and as soon as the gunshots rang, they would basically be surrounded.

"Any questions?"

Zhang Feng looked at the people around him at this time, "If there are no questions, go and prepare.

We'll set off in half an hour."

...

Ten minutes later.

As the base personnel were checking the vehicles.

Zhang Feng, carrying a rifle, came to the back of the mall.

Large sheds had now been built here, with some winter Chinese cabbage planted inside.

But looking at the weather, it was a gamble.

It was only the beginning of winter, and the temperature was already five degrees below zero.

With insufficient materials and technology, it might not be possible to maintain it at around 5-25 degrees Celsius.

Zhang Feng watched them plant vegetables every day and had learned a lot about planting knowledge.

Glancing around.

Zhang Feng looked at the surroundings of the mall. After four months, with the convenience of borrowing some buildings, a brick and cement wall had been erected in a haphazard manner.

The direction was not extending towards the previous residential area, but towards some warehouses in the back.

Inside were gasoline and some tools.

The collected intact vehicles were parked between the warehouses.

Zhang Feng liked his doomsday base very much. This special world could be considered an addiction to experiencing the 'doomsday leader'.

"Woo ~"

As Zhang Feng patrolled his territory, there were still zombies wandering outside the wall, but they couldn't get in.

At the four windows on the fourth floor of the mall, reconnaissance personnel were also taking shifts to watch. If any zombies really ridiculously climbed in, they could be alerted immediately.

In addition, the mall only had one main entrance, outside the warehouse area where the vehicles were parked.

Zhang Feng strolled around and finally came to the warehouse area.

Whoosh, whoosh—

More than twenty strong men were checking the vehicles, and two were testing the motorcycles.

Motorcycles were for mobile personnel, responsible for scouting ahead to avoid the team directly plunging into the zombie horde.

Zhang Feng looked at them and then at the outside of the warehouse.

There were moats and some roadblocks dug here.

In front of them were a dozen zombies.

Near them were more zombie corpses, some already rotten and shriveled, buried in the pits on both sides of the road.

Roughly eighty or ninety.

But looking from a distance, the number of zombie corpses in this area was as many as two or three thousand.

This was also because the team had been coming and going for four months, naturally attracting many zombies.

It's just that in the end, they were all blocked by the wall.

During this period, after they gradually dispersed.

These twenty-odd people checking the vehicles and some personnel in the base began to go out to practice killing skills and accumulate combat experience.

Like the twenty-odd people who were going out with Zhang Feng now, each had killed at least 80 zombies.

Each was a battle-hardened and ruthless person.

Zhang Feng felt that if he brought them to the border of the undercover world and equipped everyone with guns, they could definitely overturn Luo Huo's stronghold.

Because Zhang Feng deeply realized that people who had experienced the apocalypse were completely different from ordinary drug dealers.

Drug dealers are afraid of death and are completely crazy for money.

People in the apocalypse are also afraid of death, but they are numb to killing. When facing the enemy, their minds will be more calm. Of course, it may also be the kind of person who is crazier after seeing life and death, so crazy that they are no longer normal people.

Zhang Feng had seen this kind of person, and he had also seen Old Gao and the others execute these people.

Because they had already started eating people.

In their eyes, there was no more humanity, only food and the enemy who was about to become food.

What impressed Zhang Feng the most was.

When Old Gao brought these people to be executed.

The first sentence of these cannibals was not 'Let me go, don't kill me', but 'I'll cut off a leg for you, don't eat my whole person.'

"Chief..."

The inquiry interrupted Zhang Feng's memories.

The person at the door, after checking the car, looked at Zhang Feng in front of the door.

"The cars have all been checked, we?"

"Let's go." Zhang Feng got into the modified pickup truck in front.

Boom, boom—

With a powerful roar of the engine, the team's 10 vehicles were all high-horsepower four-wheel drives, and the surroundings had zombie-proof baffles, higher than the wheels, to avoid rolling zombies in.

The front of the car was a triangle, which could push the zombies to both sides when hit.

Boom, boom...

Behind them was also a truck, purely for loading supplies, only slightly modified, adding some simple guardrails.

Because Zhang Feng had Old Gao and the others try it. If the truck was extensively modified, it would be too heavy and inconvenient to turn.

Otherwise, Zhang Feng would have to do a 'Doomsday Heavy Truck Sweeping the Absurd Apocalypse'.

Zhang Feng felt that the banging impact was more enjoyable than hacking zombies.

… …

Whoosh—

The cold wind howled.

"Report! The road ahead is safe!"

The motorcycles kept weaving through the roads, and occasionally came to Zhang Feng to report.

Zhang Feng listened in the back seat without saying a word.

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"The convoy continues to move, you continue to scout towards the southeast 2nd area."

In the passenger seat was the combat commander of the base.

However, before the apocalypse, he was just an office worker, but he often played battlefield games and was a team commander.

He had a natural sense of acumen for this kind of tactical operation.

Zhang Feng valued him very much because he was really capable.

"What would you do if the apocalypse ended?"

At this moment, Zhang Feng suddenly asked him.

"Huh?" The commander was dumbfounded, "End? Will the apocalypse end?"

"I don't know." Zhang Feng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, "Just chatting."

"Thank you, Brother Zhang." He took the cigarette, took out another one, put it in the driver's mouth, and lit it for the driver, "To be honest, Brother Zhang, I really don't know.

Although I really hope the apocalypse ends, I really don't know what I can do.

I feel like now...it seems..."

He lit a cigarette and smiled: "Now is also pretty good, I am the commander in the base."

"It's pretty good." Zhang Feng also smiled: "If it really ends, see if you can take a commander's certificate."

"Can you take that exam?" He didn't understand.

"Yes." Zhang Feng looked at the small notebook on his leg, "Your battle records are all recorded on it, and there are also brothers in the base to prove it.

Maybe if you find some connections, you can pass the exam."

"If the leader says you can do it, you can do it." The driver said from the side: "Believe in the leader, you will never be wrong."

"Alright." The commander was dubious, but when another motorcycle came back to report later, he quickly dismissed his thoughts and focused on getting down to business again.

Zhang Feng leaned back in his seat and took out the simple communicator in his pocket.

It could still be used a few days ago, but it was broken by the wind yesterday.

And now, every ten days or half a month, this strange wind blows, and it is pervasive.

Although it no longer has the effect of increasing physical fitness, it can effectively destroy various electrical appliances, capacitors, and signal facilities.

The signal is also permanently interfered with, unable to receive outside information.

However, several small inventors in the base are studying windproof measures.

But Zhang Feng felt that before they could research it, his non-main quest would be over.

'If windproof measures can be researched to restore some electrical appliances and communications, then these zombies will be easy to deal with.'

Zhang Feng always felt that zombies could not destroy humans.

The reason for such a chaotic situation.

Was that the initial gust of wind suddenly mutated about 95% of the people.

95% is what Zhang Feng estimated through some population statistics.

In addition to the complete damage to signals and electrical appliances, this was too sudden and too deadly.

Thinking in his heart.

Zhang Feng looked outside the street. After passing several streets that were often cleaned, the convoy came to a large shopping mall near the city center.

At the same time, the convoy stopped completely.

Zhang Feng opened the sunroof of the pickup truck and looked into the distance. Half a mile away, dozens of zombies were wandering in the crowded vehicles.

"Brother Zhang." The commander also asked Zhang Feng at this time, "What do we do?"

"What do you usually do?" Zhang Feng came down from the sunroof, "I'll listen to what you say first."

"Attract." The commander pointed to the streets on both sides in the distance, "Let the scouts drive motorcycles to lure the zombies to both sides. This can also lure out the zombies that may exist in the mall and determine the number of enemies and us."

As he said, he pointed to the surrounding area, "But it may also attract more zombies, so when we face such resource points, we usually take a smaller close combat approach or retreat directly.

Now, based on my analysis, I feel that retreating is the best."

"Yes." The driver was considered the deputy commander, helping the commander analyze to avoid the commander's impulsiveness and making wrong choices, "Brother Zhang, usually when we encounter this situation, we choose to retreat."

He took out a city map from the front, in which the northern suburb location was densely marked.

"There are still many resource points in the northern suburbs where we are located. Although they are not as large as the shopping malls here, searching them several times and running a few more trips can help us get through this winter."

"Well, retreating is the right thing to do, because the sound of fighting may also attract zombies." Zhang Feng nodded, and then looked at the dozen or so people who had already gotten out of the car behind him.

"But...sigh, it's useless to say so much, I'll just do it directly, I don't want to run anymore."

"What? Brother Zhang, you?" The commander was dumbfounded.

Zhang Feng got out of the car directly, and then looked at the people coming over from behind.

"The only purpose I called you here is to save some effort and move things later."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Zhang Feng took out two alloy battle knives from the back seat, and then with a slight tap of his feet on the ground, he jumped onto the top of a car.

This alone stunned everyone, blocking all questions in their stomachs.

After that, Zhang Feng continued to move, and after a few consecutive jumps, he came to the front of the group of zombies.

At the same time, Zhang Feng looked at the left and right sides, and there were dozens of zombies.

'Too few, not enough to warm up.'

The next second, Zhang Feng didn't attack, but took off the rifle from his back and swept directly at the zombies.

Bang bang bang! Gunshots echoed nearby.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

Can you attract zombies like this?

And at this time.

"Woo ~"

The zombies nearby, and the zombies in the mall, were all attracted by Zhang Feng's movement.

Zhang Feng put the gun on his back, held two knives and jumped off the vehicle, instead of retreating, he advanced and directly rushed into the horde of corpses.

… …

Half an hour later.

"Damn..."

The strong men who were moving supplies onto the car were only left with this sentence.

The corpses were everywhere, scattered everywhere.

'Two hundred and thirty-seven...'

Zhang Feng recovered his strength while counting from left to right.

After twenty minutes.

Zhang Feng finished counting. There were about four hundred and sixty-two in total, at most plus or minus two or three.

'It only took thirteen or fourteen minutes to kill them, but it took more than twenty minutes to count them.

It seems that when killing people, the hand is faster than the heart.

It's completely muscle memory killing people.'

… …

The supplies were gathered, and everyone went back.

Also brought back was the legendary story of the leader killing more than 400 zombies.

Then, Zhang Feng became a giant panda these days.

Every day, people would pass by him from time to time and then look at him.

Zhang Feng was used to it, and chatted with everyone when he was bored.

Because the seven months were getting closer and closer.

"Cheers!"

Again on the night before.

Zhang Feng casually found a reason for abundant supplies and had a meal with the current 395 survivors.

It could also be regarded as taking a family photo in the base.

… …

The next morning.

After Zhang Feng finished eating, he braved the cold wind and came to the rooftop.

Quietly waiting.

Zhang Feng looked at the city as far as he could see.

Some streets still had zombies moving around, and the cold weather did not have a great impact on them.

"Brother Zhang..."

A voice came from the rooftop door, and Asheng brought a large cotton-padded coat up.

"I'm not cold." Zhang Feng cultivated both the meridians and the transformation strength, closing his pores, and his body was like a small stove.

As long as it's not ten degrees below zero.

Zhang Feng has no problem.

Moreover, Zhang Feng was also wearing a small cotton-padded jacket.

"Okay." Asheng was also practical. Seeing that Brother Zhang was not cold, he went back again.

'This time the absurd world is difficult to cure, but it has cured him.' Zhang Feng was actually quite happy to see Asheng being normal now.

He walked to the edge of the rooftop again.

Someone was patrolling downstairs.

Some people were bored and gathered together to smoke and chat in the corner.

"Brother Zhang!"

Some of them looked up and saw Zhang Feng and waved hello.

"Woo ~" His shout made a zombie outside the wall anxiously walk around nearby.

"Yeah." Zhang Feng also waved to the people downstairs.

He lit another cigarette.

Zhang Feng sat on the edge of the rooftop, wanting to see what this non-mission rescue was.

While waiting, about an hour later.

Rumble—

A violent sound of artillery fire suddenly came from the distant edge of the city, as well as the sound of machine guns firing.

This sound.

Let Zhang Feng know that it was the military's rescue.

Whirr—

At this moment, dozens of helicopters came from the horizon. Their shells were coated with a layer of black insulating material to isolate the evil wind.

At the same time, Zhang Feng heard the announcement sound getting closer and closer.

"We are the Second Army reorganized by Da Xia, we are the Second Army reorganized by Da Xia, please the survivors in this city stay in their homes, don't panic, please give us some time! Give us some trust!

We are working hard to recover this fallen city!

Repeat, we are Da Xia..."

The announcement sound resounded over the city.

People in the base who heard the broadcast also walked out of the base one after another.

Some people followed Asheng and Lao Gao to the rooftop, looking at Zhang Feng on the edge of the rooftop.

"Brother Zhang!"

They showed happy smiles.

Zhang Feng also turned around and looked at them, "Very good, it's over, do something you want to do, such as joining this reorganized Second Army, provided that they want you."

"Hahaha...okay!" Everyone smiled even more.

"We listen to the leader!"

… …

[At noon on December 27, 2011, the reorganized army launched a recovery operation against the fallen Wan City as scheduled]

[But this time the army did not see the zombie-filled northern suburbs, but saw the three hundred and ninety-six survivors including you]

[You have changed the destined ending, you have saved most of the victims]

[You have obtained a destiny-type reward]

[Chivalry: Physique + 0.5]

[You have obtained destiny-type entry 2]

[Hardship: ?, Unique, Destiny, Universal entry for all characters, Exclusive for digestion and absorption, Stackable]

[Effect 1: Digestion and absorption + 100 grams]

[Effect 2: Every time a destiny line is completed, digestion and absorption + 100 grams]