Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 2016: Extensive Publicity in the North, Expanding Population Recruitment
north.

Li Haoran, Ah Hong, Lü Cheng, and the others have been back here for a week.

Within three days of their return, they conveyed the key points from the high-level meeting at the Great Camphor Tree to the middle-level officers stationed in the North.

Half of the members in the Northern Territory were members of the Northern Territory's affiliated forces that were once under Yuan Zhi's control.

However, in the past few years, these people have been reorganized and their teams have been completely integrated into the camphor tree's forces.

Over the past few years, they have worked diligently in the North, accumulating enough contribution points by planting crops and defending the outer city walls, and have all advanced to level three.

After conveying the key points of the meeting to the people in the North, they began the reform and adjustment of the North.

In terms of basic infrastructure, there were originally residential buildings in the northern outer city area, but most of them have been vacant for many years and only need simple reinforcement.

As for building plantations outside the city in the North, the North is not at that stage yet.

The personnel are not in place.

Furthermore, the infrastructure in the North is relatively well-developed, particularly in terms of defense:

Equipped with the latest intelligent mobile switch from the Dazhangshu headquarters base, connected to the power switch, it can achieve 24-hour uninterrupted monitoring. Once a zombie climbing the wall attacks the wall, it will automatically trigger the switch to operate.

If there are no climbing zombies, it is in a dormant state.

The three-layer movable switch uses three separate systems, which ensures that even if one movable switch fails to detect, the other two movable switches can still detect the zombie attack climbing the wall.

Normally, only a small team is needed to inspect the switch. Unlike before, they no longer need to visually inspect it. They are more responsible for the maintenance and repair of the mobile switch, and they will perform maintenance and replacement of the switch blades in different areas every once in a while.

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They also equipped it with ultraviolet lights that automatically turn on at night.

An extra layer of defense has been added.

The frequency of zombies climbing walls has increased significantly compared to the past few months, but with the mobile guillotine and ultraviolet light array, safety can be largely ensured.

Regarding power configuration:
The Northern Territory is equipped with zombie generators, providing ample electricity to power greenhouses, a small portion of factories, and daily use, with some even surplus.

Regarding water sources:

Water was previously introduced from a reservoir more than ten kilometers away, and a canal was built. In addition, there is a river running through the northern border, so there is no problem with water supply.

The rest of the infrastructure is relatively complete. Within the North, only a commercial street needs to be built, modeled after the trading market, in order to promote the development of commerce in the North.

Having learned from the success of the trading market, the North simply needs to copy it.

However, it is also necessary for personnel from the oil city to come and provide guidance. Whether it is construction or the establishment of the commercial area, the operating mechanism has a mature system from the oil city, which can be used directly.

Northern part of the North.

The capital city before the apocalypse, FS district in the suburbs of Kyoto.

On G4 Expressway.

Three heavily modified combat vehicles are driving on the highway.

Each of these three heavily modified vehicles has a very obvious large tree symbol on it.

In the car.

Dan was smoking, blowing smoke rings.

The corn silk cigarettes he smokes produce a lot of smoke, have a poor taste, and are very harsh on the throat.

The man driving the car next to him was driving with one hand and smoking with the other.

"Cough cough cough."

He choked a couple of times and complained:

"Brother Dan, why don't we grow our own tobacco? The North is such a big place, we can secretly dry it ourselves and smoke it, and no one will find out."

Shan Zheng glanced at him and cursed:

"It's the apocalypse already, we should be grateful to have any cigarettes at all, why are you being picky!"

"There are explicit regulations in Dazhangshu that the Ministry of Agriculture cannot plant any crops other than staple grains without authorization, in order to ensure the arable land area for grain crops. You can only say this to my face. If anyone else hears you, you'll be in big trouble!"

"Don't mention this again. We used to go hungry, and now that we're well-fed and watered, we still want to smoke good cigarettes. I'll smoke your damn cigarettes!"

Chang Wei looked embarrassed, took a deep breath, and smoked the corn silk cigarette in his hand until only the butt was left before casually throwing it outside.

After throwing away the cigarette butt, he quickly closed the car window to block out the sweltering heat outside.

As July arrives, the weather becomes increasingly hot.

"Did you hear me? Stop playing dead!" Shan Zheng yelled after not hearing Chang Wei's reply for a long time.

Chang Wei replied, "I heard you, brother."

"But brother, after Manager Lü and the others recently went to the headquarters, they talked about redefining the Northern Territory. What's going on with that?"

Dan Zheng finished his cigarette, waved to disperse the smoke, and quickly closed the car window.

He patted the cigarette ash off his legs and said:
"It's a good thing!"

"The meeting I attended the day before yesterday had only one core message: to develop the North. That's a good thing. Otherwise, why would we be out here promoting and advertising for the North?"

As they were talking, they arrived at a toll gate for exiting the highway.

There was a warning sign in the middle of the intersection, and Shan Zheng quickly said:
"parking!"

Chang Wei quickly stopped the car.

crunch--

Dan Zheng got off the bus and walked to the back of the bus.

People also got off in the two cars behind.

The three men looked around, guns drawn and on guard.

The other three followed Shan Zheng out of the car, carrying paint buckets and brushes, and wrote words on the guardrail next to the highway with paint.

Dan Zheng, carrying a paint bucket and holding a brush in one hand, walked to the sign in the middle of the fork in the road.

He stood on tiptoe and realized he couldn't reach it, so he called out behind him:

"Chang Wei, bring me the folding ladder!"

Chang Wei turned off the car and ran to the back to move out the folding chairs.

He ran to Shan Zheng's side, set up the ladder, and held it steady.

Dan Zheng dipped a paint bucket in paint with a brush, climbed a ladder, and wrote on the sign:

[Survivor's Paradise, the North welcomes you!]

The large characters were very eye-catching.

After writing those words, he glanced at his other subordinates who were writing on the guardrail panels and reminded them:

Write neatly, not in illegible scribbles.

The other subordinates wrote more detailed accounts, such as the ability to receive the Northern radio broadcasts, the Northern's exact location, and the conditions the Northern could offer.

They acted quickly, clearly this wasn't the first time they'd done this.

Since Shan Zheng finished the Northern Border Conference the day before yesterday, he has been assigned a task by Li Haoran:
Centered on the North, promote the North in surrounding cities and recruit survivors to join the North.

Not only him, but in addition to his team, Li Haoran also assigned five other teams to go out and spread the word.

They even sent helicopters to some more distant places to spread propaganda.

The development of the North depends on its people.

The development of the oil city can be attributed to its openness, its ability to attract a large population, and its utilization of the survivors' strength to develop together.

The foundation of this development is food. Only with food can we accommodate a large population, feed them, and get them moving.

The current camphor tree has a very solid foundation, a large annual grain output, and also has a considerable amount of grain reserves.

The various bases each have greenhouses covering more than 10,000 acres, allowing them to support each other.

Today, the North has sufficient conditions for development.

Boom!
After writing these large characters, Shan Zheng threw the brush in his hand into the paint bucket.

A few drops of paint splashed up.

He took a few steps back, admiring his own handwriting.

Chang Wei folded up the ladder, gave it a thumbs-up, and praised it:
"Wow, that's amazing! Your handwriting is so beautiful, bro!"

Dan Zheng's lips curled up. "I can't do it anymore. I haven't written anything in seven or eight years. Back in junior high, I once won second prize in the school's calligraphy competition!"

"Wow!" Chang Wei exclaimed in surprise, "No wonder your handwriting is so good, brother! You won a second prize before!"

"Awesome! 666!"

Shan Zheng replied, feigning modesty:

"So what? This paintbrush is limiting my creativity. If I had a calligraphy brush, I could write much better."

Chang Wei: "Awesome! Awesome!"

Dan was thrilled.

He clapped his hands with a flourish, picked up the paint bucket, and walked towards the car. He then called to his other men:

"Let's go, let's go!"

The men had almost finished washing up, so they quickly got into the car.

It's hot now, so it will dry quickly in the sun.

There are currently three types of promotional materials:
Writing with paint, and also using graffiti spray, and banners.

Different promotional materials are used for different scenarios.

These materials all have advantages and disadvantages. Banners are prone to aging, and are especially susceptible to being blown away in strong winds.

But the setup is simple.

After they got on the bus, they immediately headed to their next destination.

Kyoto.

On the Third Ring Road overpass, a conventionally powered helicopter flies above an anti-aircraft propaganda billboard.

Before the apocalypse, advertising on these billboards was extremely expensive.

Especially for billboard advertising in prime locations, the price of a single billboard ad space can exceed one million yuan per month.

Some of the hollow cylindrical anti-aircraft guns were blown down in the typhoon, but some of the solid steel cylindrical anti-aircraft guns were still preserved.

It is at least tens of meters high, and the booth area is very large, so it can be seen from a great distance.

At this time, the helicopter was carrying out a propaganda mission for the North, and they specifically sought out such high-positioned anti-aircraft media.

buzzing-

The helicopter was flying over the billboard advertising media.

The pilot in the helicopter shouted back:

"This is it."

There were four other people inside the helicopter. They unbuckled their seatbelts and got to work.

The bottom of the cabin was piled with giant banners.

One of them, carrying a banner, walked to the cabin bench, fastened the safety rope, and tightened it.

A colleague next to him called out, "Old Song, you can go down first."

Old Song placed the banner on a basket at his waist, then opened the cabin door and slid down in a flash.

Extremely skilled.

Soon, another person followed.

The other two people in the helicopter cabin helped keep an eye on things and adjust their positions.

The two men below, Lao Song and Lao Er, unfurled the banner and used a hammer and nails to nail the giant banner to the billboard advertising media.

Before the apocalypse, billboards like these, which are typically replaced by high-rise advertising, usually rise from the ground.

However, they are now in the city center. If they climb up from below, they will most likely not be able to get down, because the operation will take too long and they will definitely be discovered and surrounded by zombies.

Therefore, the only option is to hang the banner at a high altitude.

Ten minutes later, they nailed the banner up.

Old Song waved his hand upwards, indicating that they could pull him up.

Slurp slurp—

The people above immediately pulled his face up.

Old Song slammed the cabin door shut, sweating profusely and panting heavily.

Goo, goo, goo!

I downed the whole bottle of water in one go.

"It's so hot today!"

A teammate next to him complained, "When will the sustainable helicopters from headquarters be assigned to our Northern Territory? Oil City and the Northwest have them, but we in the North don't."

Old Song wiped the water from his mouth and said:

"There have been similar cases before, but I heard there was a mission in Oil City that involved the transfer of five permanent helicopters. One of them was originally intended for use by our Northern Territory."

The team member still looked somewhat dissatisfied and replied indifferently, "Oh."

The helicopter continued its flight, searching for the next suitable billboard advertising space.

Scorching sun.

Shortly after Lao Song and his group left by helicopter.

Inside a building opposite the anti-aircraft gun, a man leaned close to the window, his eyes fixed on the banner on the gun.

"What is the North?"

His lips were chapped, and he looked like he had little energy.

As survivors living in pre-apocalyptic metropolises, their sense of danger is even stronger than that of survivors living in mountainous or rural areas.

They have to deal with zombies every day.

If rats are creatures that live in sewers, then these are rats that live in steel buildings.

They were hiding from zombies and other powerful survivors.

Upon seeing the banner, his first reaction was that it was unreliable and must be a trap.

But upon closer reflection, he felt something was amiss, given that the northern faction actually possessed helicopters.

The fuel that helicopters burn is so precious; these days it's even scarcer than a human life.

Moreover, any force that possesses helicopters must be very powerful.

After hesitating for a moment, he decided to wait and see.

He left the window and went straight to the living room.

This is a five-star hotel, but after so many years, the paint on the walls has long since peeled off, and the presidential suite is filled with all sorts of items.

Among them, worn-out bedding was the most common.

They don't need them in the summer, but these beddings will become their lifeline in the winter.

There were several other people in the hall.

After the man walked in, he said in a hoarse voice:

"That helicopter is gone."

After listening, a woman, seemingly unconcerned, said with a somewhat blank expression:
"Oh, then go check the water tank on the roof and see if it's completely empty. If not, we'll have to move to another building."

They live in the city, where obtaining water is not easy.

They mainly rely on water tanks within the buildings for their water supply.

Generally, water tanks in residential buildings are used to store rainwater, mainly for emergency water supply.

Rooftop water tanks collect and store rainwater, providing a backup water source in the event of a temporary disruption to municipal water supply before the apocalypse.

The man frowned, realizing that the woman didn't seem interested in the North.

But he didn't say much, after all, they had suffered losses from this kind of thing before.

But he felt that the northern border he saw this time was different.

A force with helicopters has remained so strong even eight years into the apocalypse; they must have achieved resource balance.

He called out to the other two young men in the hall:

"Tarzan, Simba, grab your gear and come with me to the rooftop!"

The two young men reluctantly got up, picked up the two spears hanging on the wall, skillfully put on their "battle suits" made of hard plastic sheets, and followed the man out of the room.

The hotel was quiet.

They skillfully felt their way along the wall, and using the last glimpse of light from the window, they walked into the stairwell.

The lower floors were blocked off by furniture, and the elevator was out of power and couldn't be used.

It should be safe in theory, but
The appearance of the wall-climbing zombies made it unsafe for them, even though they had cleared the upper floors before.

At night, the wall-climbing zombies may climb up to their building or into their stairwell.

Lurking in dark corners, they suddenly attack humans.

This is the most disgusting thing, and also the thing that gives them the biggest headache.

The man gently tossed a small ball out, making a soft, crisp sound. After it stopped moving without any further movement, he turned to the two young men behind him and said:

"No problem, let's go."

(End of this chapter)