Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

"what?"

The judge immediately climbed out of bed, took off his blindfold, and looked out of the plane window.

I saw the army of zombies on the river bank rushing into the Yellow River.

One after another, the zombies jumped into the Yellow River, splashing water.

Soon, the entire river was filled with floating zombies.

The judge frowned after seeing this scene.

I quickly picked up the map and looked at it. "It seems that they want to take the water route. The Yellow River from Sanmenxia can go directly to Zheng City. If they land in Zheng City, at this speed, they can save at least two days."

"By that calculation, they are expected to arrive in Oil City in three to four days."

After figuring out the zombie army's intentions, the Judge immediately had the Jackal contact Oil City to inform them of this urgent news.

Zombies love water. The zombies that jump into the Yellow River have their limbs more sensitive and can swim downstream on the surface of the river.

When Hu Tian reached the surface of the water, he even controlled a zombie under his crotch so that he could drift down without moving.

The river surface was shaking and zombies were everywhere.

All aquatic animals such as fish, shrimps and crabs in the river have been eaten by zombies in the past few years.

Oil City.

Uncle San and others who were holding a meeting received news from the judge.

This news did not cause much shock.

The oil array outside the buffer city will be completed today, and oil injection can be carried out at any time after completion.

The only thing that will be affected is the construction within the buffer city. Once the zombie army arrives, all construction work will be suspended.

As for the rest, there is not much impact.

Today, there are six militia battalions with a total of 6 people on the buffer city wall.

Once the zombie army arrives, the number of garrisons on the buffer city walls will immediately increase.

Now the entire oil city has three combat battalions, twenty-one militia battalions, an internal security battalion, a patrol team, a helicopter squadron, and a transport battalion, with a total force of up to 6800 people, which is twice the number of the Dazhangshu headquarters base.

Also.

They also installed mortars, anti-aircraft guns, heavy machine guns and other weapons on the buffer city walls.

In some areas of the buffer city, super-large lethal weapons such as howitzers and heavy artillery were placed in advance.

The total number of artillery pieces of all types in the entire oil city reached more than one hundred.

The total number of light and heavy machine guns reached 300.

There were 150 tons of various types of explosives.

The amount of ammunition reached more than 100 million rounds.

If the zombie advance team had not recently arrived near Oil City, the transport team would have continued to transport ammunition and weapons from the Dazhangshu headquarters base to Oil City.

Over the years, Dazhangshu has only brought in money but not given out any, and the amount of guns and ammunition stockpiled is a terrifying astronomical number.

What's more, the Dazhangshu headquarters base has developed into a force capable of producing its own ammunition and small-caliber artillery.

The lack of bullets, which is the biggest headache for other small forces, is not a problem at all for the big camphor tree force.

This kind of strength is the confidence and self-confidence that Dazhangshu has been able to build after seven years of hard work.

During these seven years, the headquarters base of Dazhangshu has been developing in a lowly manner in that mountain valley. Once it explodes, the power will be extremely terrifying.

Oil City.

In the conference room.

Uncle San said to Chen Siyu, the person in charge of the Communications Office, in response to his report:

"Just tell the judge that we have received it and ask them to continue monitoring normally."

"Okay, Minister."

When facing a powerful enemy, you should remain calm.

Oil City is confident and has the courage to face the zombie army led by Hu Tian.

We have survived so many natural disasters, and we are still afraid of them. It's ridiculous.

The main content of this meeting revolved around attacking the Northwest Base.

After defeating the zombie army, they will immediately set out for the northwest base to launch a general attack.

Three days later, the third sustainable helicopter will be able to be modified and will be sent to Oil City.

They hope to kill the zombie army before the fourth one is modified, and then the four sustainable helicopters will take a detour from Inner Mongolia and go straight into the northwest to destroy their Yumen Oilfield base first.

at dusk.

North area of ​​the trading market.

Training Camp.

Ju Tianrui stood on the platform, holding a thick stack of papers.

"Now, I declare that the people who are called next will be selected as reserve members of the militia."

"Those whose names are called please step forward to this area."

Below the stage, thousands of people who had passed the assessment looked at Ju Tianrui nervously, hoping that Ju Tianrui would call out their names. As long as they became reserve members of the militia, it would be like a quick climb to fame in the trading market.

From now on, you don’t have to worry about food and accommodation anymore.

Oil City will make all the arrangements for you.

"Mr. Zhao Zhengsheng." Ju Tianrui shouted with a loudspeaker.

His voice echoed in the square.

A middle-aged man in the crowded crowd shouted and ran forward excitedly.

People around looked at him with envy.

"Duan Yuwen." Another man shouted, tore off his short-sleeved shirt, and ran forward frantically.

By becoming a reserve member of the militia, he will be able to settle down completely in the trading market.

Not only that, his children can also afford to go to the hospital.

The loan amount for a level 4 personnel going to the bank is different from that for a level 5 personnel. Moreover, he is a reserve member of the militia, so the amount he can borrow is even higher.

The moment Duan Yuwen heard his name, he was so excited that he almost cried.

While running forward, he kept chanting, "Shanshan is saved, finally saved!"

"Guo Mufeng."

"Hao Mingze."

"Tu Yan."

"Xiao Song."

Ju Tianrui spoke faster and faster, and as time passed, the number of people standing in front was approaching a thousand.

This made everyone present a little disappointed.

"Peng Wenhao."

A man in the crowd silently counted the number of people. "The 997th one."

"Shi Huaiyu."

"The 998th one."

"It's over, it's over, the last two people."

"Pu Lingyi."

"This is the last one." The man's lips turned pale and his eyes were fixed on Ju Tianrui. He wanted to become a member of the militia. Becoming a member of the militia could help his family.

"Zhao"

Before Ju Tianrui finished reading the name of the 1000th person, the man sat on the ground.

His last name is not Zhao.

Obviously, the last person was not him.

Many people around were extremely disappointed, their faces were gloomy, and they seemed to have lost all their strength.

I spent a whole day taking the assessment here, but I still wasn't selected. It's such a shame.
They looked enviously at the people standing in the front with great joy; those people were the ones who were chosen.

From now on, their status is completely different.

After reading the name of the 1000th person, Ju Tianrui raised his head and looked at the distraught people in the audience.

Continue shouting:

"With the approval of the Lord of Oil City, we will add 1000 more places for this recruitment."

"Don't be discouraged if you are not selected, we will open up more places later."

After hearing Ju Tianrui's words, the people who had originally lost hope suddenly became excited.

"Fuck, there are still a thousand spots left! That means we still have a chance!"

"Great! Long live the city lord!"

"I'm one of the remaining 1,000 people."

Everyone's attention returned to Ju Tianrui again. There were still one thousand places left!

Ju Tianrui continued to read out the remaining names.

"Sun Chen."

"Qian Wenbin."

"Zhuang Qian."

Zhuang Qian in the crowd had no hope at first because he was older.

At the age of 42, he is only three years away from 45.

But what he didn't expect was that he really existed.

At this moment, his breathing became rapid and his head was buzzing. He was unable to react for a moment and stood there in a daze.

It was not until a few seconds later that he raised his hands and rushed to the front like the other chosen ones.

At the front, there is a set of tables and chairs, and there is a computer on the table.

A combatant saw Zhuang Qian running over, raised his head and asked:

"What is your name?"

"Zhuang Qian, this is my number plate." Zhuang Qian quickly handed over his number plate.

The combat personnel took his number tag, compared it with the photo information on the computer, and confirmed that Zhuang Qian was indeed the one selected.

So he returned Zhuang Qian's number plate to him, pointed to the one behind him and said:
"Go over there."

Whether in the Big Camphor Tree Base or in the Oil City, everyone registered their identity information when entering the city and took a profile picture.

This information can be found in the background database.

Zhuang Qian took his number plate and walked into the crowd behind with a little excitement.

"Hey, bro, over here, come over here!"

Suddenly a somewhat familiar voice caught his attention.

He raised his head and looked around, and in the crowd he saw a man in his early thirties waving at him.

The man squeezed out of the crowd and ran in front of him.

"Brother, we are really destined to meet. You have also been selected. Let us formally introduce ourselves. My name is Yue Hong, and what about you, old squad leader?" the man asked excitedly.

This Yue Hong was the one I met when we went to the North District Administrative Building together in the morning.

Zhuang Qian chatted with him briefly, and then they went to the training camp together and he was never seen again.

There are too many people here, it's normal not to be able to find anyone.

Zhuang Qian was also somewhat happy, and said to Yue Hong with a smile:

"Zhuang Qian."

"Brother Zhuang, is it okay for me to call you that?" Yue Hong asked.

Zhuang Qian smiled and nodded, "Of course, we are destined to be together."

Yue Hong said with a smile:

"It is said that we will be divided into teams later. We can be assigned to the same team at that time so that we can take care of each other in the future."

"Oh? That's good." Zhuang Qian nodded.

As time passed, the list of 2,000 reserve militia members was read out.

Those who were not chosen sat in the open space, feeling sad.

Ju Tianrui looked at them and said:

"The number of places for this recruitment is limited, but it's not like you don't have a chance. You all passed the basic assessment, but your results are not as good as these two thousand people."

"If we recruit more militia members in the future, you will be the first choice. In addition, to thank you for participating in today's selection, each of you will be given two tortillas as a token of gratitude."

Hearing Ju Tianrui say this, everyone who was originally feeling sad suddenly cheered.

At least no time was wasted today. Many of them originally worked on the construction site and took temporary leave to participate in this selection.

We were able to distribute two tortillas, and during today’s selection process, we also provided a meal.

Not a loss.

Their moods went through ups and downs as they lined up to walk out of the training camp and receive tortillas at the entrance of the training camp.

After they left, Ju Tianrui looked at the 2000 selected people below.

After adjusting himself, he called out in a completely different tone from the one he had just used to read the name:
"You are very good. You have successfully passed the assessment in this selection. I know that you have served in the military before. I have served in the military too."

"You all know what the hell is going on out there. Everyone eats each other. People are not human anymore, ghosts are not ghosts anymore. Everyone has become something they hate in order to survive."

"But you won't have to live like that anymore!"

“I believe most of you have been in Oil City for some time and are familiar with the situation here.”

"It can be said that in today's apocalypse, Oil City is the only place that can provide a shelter for survivors and is relatively fair and stable."

“I believe no one will refute this.”

Having said that, Ju Tianrui paused for a few seconds.

There was a response from below.

"You're right. Oil City is the only orderly base I've seen in the apocalypse!"

"That's right! I've been here for a year, and I've watched the trading market develop little by little. It has gone through so many natural disasters and zombie waves, and it's still standing in the apocalypse. It's really amazing!"

"Yes! We are lucky to find this place."

Facing the responses from the crowd below, Ju Tianrui, who had achieved his expected effect, raised the corners of his mouth.

Continue shouting:

"From now on, you are the reserve members of the Oil City Militia Brigade. After passing the internship assessment, you will be able to officially become a member of the Militia Brigade."

"In the future, under the leadership of our great city lord, you will jointly defend Oil City, the 300,000 people in Oil City, and block all threats from the outside world!"

"In the process of defending, you will encounter dangers and setbacks, but the Civil Armed Forces Department must be at the forefront, just like when you were a soldier, to protect our people!"

Ju Tianrui's passionate speech rekindled the passion in the hearts of these retired veterans.

They stood straight and looked at Ju Tianrui with bright eyes.

Who wants to do something that goes against morality and conscience just for a bite of food?

Especially for those who are retired, their moral standards are higher than those of ordinary people.

Now, Oil City has given them a brand new opportunity.

Not only can it provide them with stable food and warm rooms, but it also provides them with a goal.

It’s like a wanderer who has found his spiritual home in an instant.

Among them, many had tears in their eyes and trembling lips.

Among the people leaving, there was a middle-aged man who murmured:
"Finally, I found the organization!"

Find an organization that you feel you belong to in the vast sea of ​​people.
I felt an inexplicable sense of security from the bottom of my heart.

It was as if a drifting ship had found a harbor.

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