The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

Chapter 1201 I am a true villain, you are a hypocrite!
"Brother Su, is there anything Brother Shen and I can help you with?"

After Zhang Su and Zhong Xiaoshan finished speaking, Wu Lue took the initiative to ask about them. He didn't mention Song Yijun and Kuang Miao at all, as these two were nothing compared to the thousands of survivors on the Jiao Peninsula.

"Go back to Tianma Island when you're done. There are people here to help."

Everyone has their own responsibilities. Wu Lue and Shen Linrui finished their work ahead of schedule and deserve a rest.

After ending the call, Zhang Su and Wu Daqiang returned to the deck together.

"Come on, everyone, come over here and give me the medicine."

Zhang Su waved to the crowd.

"What happened?"

Who's injured?

"Hey bro, what's up?"

Every single member of the Yama Legion carried a healing elixir called Zombiethalamus. They rummaged through their pockets while asking about the situation.

Elder Zong stood to the side, pouting with a strange expression. His gaze swept over the various trinkets, and he stroked his beard thoughtfully.

"The Yancheng camp was attacked by Qing City, resulting in over a hundred injuries. Be prepared for backup. Also... Daqiang, did you really not bring any artillery shells?"

Zhang Su took the thalamus from his brothers and put it in his pocket, then turned and pointed to the row of heavy cannons at the port.

Wu Daqiang awkwardly shrugged and said, "There really are only tanks. The shells are at the camp. They said they need to count the number before distributing them."

"Alright, hopefully I won't need it..."

Zhang Su waved his hand. He really didn't believe that the boats at Laoshan Camp would dare to approach the port. As his aerial stepping became more and more proficient, he was full of confidence when facing insurmountable obstacles!
On Tianma Island, Zhong Xiaoshan relayed the leader's order, and the elite legion members immediately shouldered their weapons and assembled. Rows of car lights illuminated as they set off from the camp towards the port.

It was almost dinnertime, and the sudden large-scale mobilization of combat personnel inevitably caused a commotion in the camp.

"Why are they deploying troops at this time? Could it be that someone is attacking our camp? Or has the zombie horde rioted?"

"Don't make things up if you don't have any information. Don't believe or spread rumors. Besides, even if there really is a problem, the elite legion's big brothers have already taken the lead. What are you afraid of?"

"Good evening, everyone. This is Yu Wen from the Logistics Department. We have received a notification from Qincheng Port that a large number of survivors have traveled across the ocean to seek refuge with Chief Zhang. The deployment of the elite legion is to maintain order. Please proceed according to plan!"

Many people with fragile mental health felt very nervous, and Yu Wen immediately broadcast a message to reassure everyone.

External affairs are important, but internal stability is equally important.

Black Tooth sat on a millstone at the entrance of Village No. 5, watching countless car lights gradually disappear into the darkness.

The day was busy, and things were still happening even when it was almost dinner time. It was much more exciting than when we were on the Liaodong Peninsula!
"Have you heard? More people have arrived at the port, gathering a large force to maintain order. Guess who it is?"

Suddenly, Zhang Xiangqian's voice came from behind. Black Fang stood up, patted the dust off his backside, and teased, "Hey, the sun's risen in the north, huh? The leader of the Fellowship is actually asking Black Fang of the Wild Dog Camp for advice. How interesting!"

Zhang Xiangqian frowned and said seriously, "There's no such thing as the Tongzhou Society or the Wild Dog Camp anymore. We are all members of Tianma Island. Let's not keep bringing up the past, lest others overhear and misunderstand!"

"Tch, you can't keep it to yourself if you say it out loud. I'm a real scoundrel, don't try to lecture me, you hypocrite. I can't guess who brought these people. If you know, tell me!"

Black Tooth picked at his ear, then blew a puff of air into his fingernail.

Zhang Xiangqian looked at Hei Ya's behavior with a sense of helplessness. However, since they were both from the Liaodong Peninsula and could be considered fellow countrymen and acquaintances, he could only talk to him.

"I suspect it's the Hidden Dragon Gang! Wang Jiawei saw we'd all left; he can't handle that huge mess on the Liaodong Peninsula!"

"Oh? I have a different opinion on that!" Black Fang glanced at Zhang Xiangqian, swaying his head nonchalantly, and said, "I bet it's people from the Smoke City camp! Have you forgotten that commander from the Smoke City camp back then?"

"Now that you mention it, it's quite possible. If it's the Yancheng camp... it's not much different from our time. Yama might even consider us as members who joined the camp at the same time!"

Zhang Xiangqian was clearly more wary of the Yancheng camp than the Qianlong Gang.

"so what?"

Black Fang spread his arms wide, looking like a rogue.

"So we should... cough, never mind, you should rest."

Seeing the appearance of the scoundrel with black teeth, Zhang Xiangqian completely lost his spirit, waved his hand, turned around and left, deciding to figure things out himself.

"Old Zhang!"

Black Fang didn't turn around, continuing to stare in the direction the convoy had gone. There was a faint light in the sky there, and he could hear Zhang Xiangqian stop walking, but he didn't turn around either. However, this didn't stop him from talking.

"You always think I'm crazy, but I know everything perfectly well! You've heard the saying 'There's no place like home,' right? We at Wild Dog Camp have nothing but love for our own homes!"
When we were in Wafang City, that was our home. Now that we're in Qincheng, this is our home!

Here's a piece of advice—no, not really advice, more like a warning: don't think about anything wicked or crooked. Since you've come to Tianma Island and followed the King of Hell, treat this place as your own home and make the most of it!

"Treat this place as your home and take good care of it..."

Zhang Xiangqian muttered to himself, his heart trembling. This was the shock Hei Ya had given him; he never expected that this guy could express such a profound insight.

"I've taken your advice to heart, thank you!"

Zhang Xiangqian was old-fashioned in his style, but not stubborn. He was willing to listen to others' opinions, and it was precisely because of this that he made the right changes.

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From the moment the cargo ship came into view, it would take at least forty to fifty minutes to reach the port. For the Yanluo Legion at Qincheng Port, the Yancheng Camp, the LK Camp, and the Laoshan Camp that was chasing behind, this period of time felt extremely long!

The members of the Smoke City camp, who could already see a bright harbor in the distance, came up to the deck with a longing for the light. All the uninjured members were on board.

Some people clasped their hands together in silent prayer, some gripped the railing with hopeful expressions, and some were moved to tears.

Many people had lived in the Smoke City camp for months. In the apocalypse, a peaceful place was instantly destroyed by war, and they desperately needed a new haven to protect their bodies and minds.

Compared to the survivors at the Smoke City camp, the survivors at the LK camp on the cargo ship more than ten kilometers behind didn't have such complex emotions. They only had one thought: faster, faster...

We're almost at the port. If we were to get hit by a cannon at this moment, the icy seawater could kill us in just a few minutes.

In fact, they did not know that a 200-meter-long, 10,000-ton cargo ship was not something that could be sunk by a few howitzers; neither side was aware of their own strength.

It's no exaggeration to say that even if the Third Regiment of the Laoshan Camp emptied all the shells on the ship, they could completely destroy the 10,000-ton cargo ship, but it just wouldn't sink!

What dominates the survivors of the LK camp is the fear in their hearts.

The third regiment of the Laoshan camp is now facing a difficult choice!
"Come on, you two, give us your opinions. Should we fight or retreat? We need to make a decision within five minutes!"

Inside the cockpit, three men dressed in light blue combat uniforms stood around a table. They were the commander of the third regiment and two deputy commanders. Behind them, two regimental members were driving, completely absorbed and paying no attention to the conversation between the commanders.

(End of this chapter)