Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Inside a makeshift interrogation tent at the front line of Nathu La Pass.

Wu Siqi sat at the folding table, tidied up the last few sheets of paper, and stuffed them into a file bag.

Qian Cheng, who was standing next to him, was packing up his interrogation tools, putting several bloodstained iron skewers and a roll of leather whip into his bag and zipping it up.

"Brother Wu, are we done with the trial?" Qian Cheng asked.

"The interrogation is over. Let's go find Commander Xiao."

The two men stepped out of the tent and headed towards the command post.

The night wind blew from the valley, carrying a mixture of smells of gunpowder, scorched earth, and rotting corpses.

Inside the command tent, Xiao Jun was standing in front of a map.

The judge sat on a folding chair next to him, holding a thermos filled with tea.

Neither of them spoke; the tent was quiet, with only the occasional crackling of the radio.

yah~
Wu Siqi entered the tent and saluted: "Commander Xiao."

Xiao Jun turned around, glanced at him, his eyes burning: "Finished the interrogation? What did you get out of him?"

Wu Siqi handed over the interrogation file and began to report:
“General Qahan’s mouth has been pried open, and he has confessed a few things.”

Xiao Jun nodded, put down his pen, and sat down in the chair.

"explain."

Wu Siqi cleared her throat and began to speak from the beginning:

"First, there is an advance base on the Indian side, about 120 kilometers south of Jilonggou."

There are about a thousand soldiers stationed inside, along with nearly 150,000 zombies, most of which are stitched-together creatures and ordinary zombies.

Xiao Jun frowned slightly and tapped the table beside him lightly with his fingers:

"One thousand soldiers, one hundred and fifty thousand zombies. Interesting. With so many zombies, why would they send regular troops?"

Wu Siqi replied:
"According to General Kahan, those soldiers were not mainly used for fighting, but for maintaining order among the zombies."

Although those stitched-together zombies are capable of fighting, they lack command abilities and need to be kept in check.

Moreover, the corpses and zombies are mixed together on their side, and without living people to keep things in order, it's easy for trouble to break out.

Xiao Jun nodded. "Anything else? Please continue."

Wu Siqi continued:

"Secondly, there are at least three Shiva calamities in that forward base."

It's about the same size as the one we blew up, and it's already fully formed.

The judge beside him paused, holding his thermos, and glanced at Wu Siqi with slightly narrowed eyes.

Before he could ask further, Wu Siqi continued:

"Third, Khan confessed that he held a high position among the Indians and knew a lot of things."

He said they had built a large base on the outskirts of New Delhi with a very unique layout.

The outermost layer is a death buffer zone, containing a large number of wild zombies, used as a natural defense line.

The middle level is an isolated work area, where the zombies they modified are kept for mining, building fortifications, and disposing of corpses.

The innermost layer is their core security zone, where civilians, soldiers, and researchers live.

After hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Xiao Jun's eyes.

That Indians can actually make zombies mine is pretty impressive.

He tapped the table twice with his fingertips, looked up at Wu Siqi, and asked.

"After the sea fog dissipated, the zombies on the mainland all fled to the ocean."

Why are so many zombies still gathering on the Indian side?

Wu Siqi had clearly prepared an answer to this question beforehand. He leaned forward slightly and said with some excitement:

"I also asked Kahan about this."

He said that they had discovered a method a long time ago that could use special sound waves and chemical agents to interfere with the zombies' perception.

As the sea fog dissipated, their researchers kept releasing interference signals, forcibly trapping a large number of zombies in the area they controlled.

The zombies were like wild beasts trapped in a cage, unable to move towards the ocean, yet also unable to leave the designated area.

"Holy crap."

Upon hearing this, the judge couldn't help but curse.

He leaned back and said:
"Sound interference. I remember that bastard Tian Yunxiao also used this method."

Xiao Jun stood up, walked to the map, placed his hands on the edge of the table, and stared at the area south of Jilonggou for a long time in silence, his eyes sharp.

After a while, he asked again:
"There is another question: why did they insist on attacking the Nathu La Pass?"
This place is easy to defend and difficult to attack; they should know that a direct assault would be very costly.

Wu Siqi pointed to the report the judge was reviewing and replied:
“I have written all of this in the report. According to them, they mutated after the sea fog passed.”

Coincidentally, they also discovered that plants from high-altitude areas could mitigate the mutation.

After the sea fog cleared, the number of mutants in their country increased, and ordinary people also began to show signs of zombification.

They urgently need to find a way to solve the mutation problem.

They sent many scouts across the Himalayas and discovered that the high altitude in the snowy area resulted in a particularly high content of the element D in the plants.

They believed that as long as they controlled the snow-covered areas, they could solve the problem of mutations within the country.

Xiao Jun slowly exhaled, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes:

"Therefore, their goal from the beginning was not the Nathu La Pass, but the entire snow region."

He stood in front of the map and circled the forward base mentioned in the report with a red pen.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

The tent fell silent, with only the static of the radio humming softly.

After a while, he turned around and said to Wu Siqi, "You should go and rest first."

"Yes." Wu Siqi saluted, turned and walked out of the tent.

The tent fell silent.

Xiao Jun rested his hands on the edge of the map table, flipping through the report that Wu Siqi had just submitted.

The judge had already reviewed the map and was now deep in thought.

After a while, the judge spoke first, his voice not loud, but carrying a heavy weight:
"The information these Indians provided is far more serious than we had anticipated."

South of the Gyirong Valley, India still has three Shiva-like calamities, plus the troops and zombies stationed at that 'Forward' base.

We currently have a sufficient supply of ammunition at the Nathu La Pass, but the commander's order is to eliminate all the Indians. It seems the Indians are quite strong, and we'll need to continue replenishing our ammunition.

Xiao Jun nodded, still gazing at the map. After a few seconds of silence, he said:
"We really don't have enough ammunition, we have to request another batch from headquarters."

The judge replied:
"We also need to straighten out the supply lines here."

The Nathu La Pass is too far from the main city of the An Ding Alliance, and it would take several days to transport ammunition and supplies there.

"Ammunition transport is too slow during combat."

Xiao Jun turned around and looked at him: "Instructor, do you mean to turn Nathu La Pass into a permanent outpost?"

The judge nodded:

"The terrain here is easy to defend and difficult to attack; one can advance south or retreat to defend the mountain pass."

Once the ammunition depots are established and a permanent garrison is maintained, subsequent supplies can be transported directly from the main city of the An Ding Alliance, eliminating the need to transfer them from the front lines each time.

This will ensure ammunition supplies to the front lines while also reducing transportation pressure.

Xiao Jun's eyes lit up slightly, and he clapped his hands, saying:

"I'll contact the minister."

He walked to the communications station, picked up the radio microphone, and tuned the frequency.

A moment later, Uncle San's voice came through the communicator.

"Xiao Jun, what's the matter?"

Xiao Jun briefly reported the intelligence that Kahan had provided, and then said:
"Minister, the situation on the Indian side is more complicated than we anticipated."

South of the Gyirong Valley are three Shiva calamities, and behind them is a large forward base.

We have enough ammunition to take out this forward base in the south, but if we want to continue advancing towards the Indian stronghold, our current ammunition reserves are insufficient.

Uncle San was silent for a few seconds, somewhat surprised. This time, the amount of ammunition consumed was the most they had ever used in any battle.

But he also knew very well that India had to be eliminated.

So he asked, "How much do you need?"

"At least double," Xiao Jun continued.
"In addition, I want to transform Nathu La Pass into a permanent frontline outpost for stockpiling ammunition and supplies. Subsequent supplies heading south can be sent directly to the front lines from here, which will be much faster."

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the communicator.

Uncle's voice rang out again: "I'll arrange for the ammunition to be transported there as soon as possible. How many people are needed to build the outpost?"

"First, send an engineering team to build the ammunition depot and barracks. We can expand later." "Okay, I'll have Ju Tianrui arrange it. You should send someone over to scout out the situation first. We need to understand the details and develop a complete plan before taking action."

"clear."

Xiao Jun put down the microphone, turned around, and looked at the judge.

He let out a soft breath and said, "The ammunition will arrive in three days, and the engineering team will come along as well."

The judge nodded, picked up his thermos, and took a sip of tea.

"Row."

Xiao Jun stood in front of the map again, resting his hands on the edge of the table, and continued to study it.

At the same time, in the heart of the western Sichuan mountains.

At the foot of Mount Gongga.

In an abandoned village, Jiang Xin stood in front of Boss Zhou.

Behind him were two buckets of solidified protein crystals extracted using traditional methods.

He clutched a small bag of crude crystals tightly in his hand, his knuckles white and the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

He silently bent down and placed the bag on the ground in front of Boss Zhou.

When he straightened up, his movements were slow, as if the action had exhausted all his strength.

He stood there, head bowed, his throat bobbing, before he finally spoke:
"I have told you everything I know."

"Which mountains have that mutated plant, how to harvest it, how to cook it, how to evaporate the water and extract the crystals... I've taught your men everything."

Old Zhou was squatting under the eaves, rolling a pipe.

"Heh~"

He paused for a moment when he heard Jiang Xin's words, without even glancing at Jiang Xin.

He finished rolling the cigarette, licked the edge of the paper with his tongue to press it down, then looked up at Jiang Xin with a sidelong glance and sneered:

What are you trying to say?

Jiang Xin took a deep breath, his voice a little strained.

He clenched his fists tighter, but his voice didn't rise; instead, it lowered, as if he was afraid of being overheard.

“I’ve taught you everything I know, now you should let me and my family go.”

Boss Zhou did not answer immediately.

He put the cigarette in his mouth, took out a lighter, struck it twice, and lit it.

He took a drag, slowly exhaled the smoke, and the smoke dissipated in the night.

Then he looked up at Jiang Xin and smiled.

Hehe~

The smile was faint; the corners of her mouth were only slightly pulled up, but there was no hint of amusement in her eyes.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth, flicked off the ash, and then said:

"You really told me everything you knew."

But have you ever considered that, as you know, my men haven't fully mastered it yet?

Besides, isn't it nice for you to stay here?

Jiang Xin's eyes suddenly turned red.

"This rudimentary method of refining crystals is very simple; your men all know it."

His lips twitched and trembled.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and his voice trembled slightly: "You said you would let us go after I finished teaching."

Old Zhou took another drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, lowered his head, and flicked the ash away.

He looked up, smiled—a smile devoid of any warmth—and sneered:

"I've said a lot of things, and you've heard a lot of them, haven't you?"

Jiang Xin stared at him, his eyes like knives. If looks could kill, Boss Zhou would have been killed countless times by now.

His lips were trembling, but he didn't say anything more.

He turned around and walked back.

His first step was heavy, like stepping on a knife's edge.

He stabilized a little more later, but his shoulders trembled slightly.

He seemed to have collapsed, as if he had lost all his vitality.

He didn't look back, but walked step by step back to the wooden house with the oil lamp lit.

Boss Zhou watched his retreating figure and sneered.

"This kid does have some ability, it's a pity, he's just disobedient and always thinking of running away. If you dare to run away, I dare to kill your family. Kid, you'd better stick with me."

Thinking of this, he turned to look at Li Zhuang, who was not far away.

Li Zhuang was sitting on a stone, sharpening a knife. The knife made a rhythmic, scratching sound as it struck the whetstone.

"Li Zhuang," Old Zhou called out.

Li Zhuang raised his head, his knife pausing for a moment: "Boss?"

"Tomorrow, take a few men and head east. Go to that industrial area and see if there's anything usable left."

Boss Zhou put a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes, took a drag, and then slowly said...
"Also, if you encounter mutants on the road, don't rush to drive them away. First, find out where they come from."

Li Zhuang froze for a moment, the knife in his hand hanging in mid-air: "Boss, what are you trying to do..."

“Those mutants outside are desperate right now, waiting to turn into rotting corpses. We have food here, and plants that can alleviate the mutation. Tell them we can save them, and they won’t be afraid to come.”

Boss Zhou flicked his cigarette ash, squinted, and a hint of ambition flashed in his eyes.

"Spread the word that I can save them."

Those who arrive, first check if they can be used. Keep those that can, and send those that can't.

Li Zhuang nodded and put the knife away: "Understood."

As Jiang Xin walked back to the door of the wooden house, he stopped in his tracks, looking like a walking corpse.

His hand rested on the door, frozen for a few seconds, his fingers trembling slightly.

He lifted the curtain and went inside. As he closed the door, he noticed two of Boss Zhou's men standing outside, staring in his direction.

Ugh.
Boss Zhou had been keeping an eye on him and his family, so they couldn't escape even if they wanted to.

inside the room.

An oil lamp was lit inside the room.

His wife was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the sleeping little girl.

She saw Jiang Xin come in, looked up, and said, "Xin."

But the next second, she saw that his face had turned pale and his lips were tightly pursed, and she guessed what was going on.

I sighed inwardly.

He lowered his head and gently patted the back of the little girl in his arms.

Jiang Xin sat down on the edge of the bed, looked down at his rough hands.

His fingers trembled slightly, and his knuckles turned white.

After a long time, he said softly, "We can't leave."

His wife didn't say anything.

She looked down at the little girl in her arms and asked softly, "Still don't want to let us go?"

Jiang Xin nodded: "Yes, I'm afraid we'll never be able to leave."

Hearing Jiang Xin say this, her eyes reddened slightly, but she didn't shed a tear.

Being next to Boss Zhou and his group always felt like walking a tightrope.

Boss Zhou is a bit of a pervert. He's killed a lot of mutants lately. Those who obey him are spared, and those who don't are killed.

They stayed here, living on tenterhooks every day, feeling like they were walking on thin ice, like they had thorns in their backs.
outside.

The bonfire at the village entrance was still burning, and Zhou Laoda and his group were having a wild party.

There are no zombies on land now, and they have also found a way to deal with the mutation.

Next, they will be able to use the plants on the mountain to continuously expand their power.

This greatly excited Zhou Laoda, who was smoking a dry tobacco that he had picked from the mountain and dried, speaking with a boastful tone:
"Brothers, follow me! We'll keep growing and getting stronger, and then we'll all enjoy the good life together!"

He looked eastward, a deep resentment flashing in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)