There's something wrong with me

Chapter 94 Return to Destiny Civilization Reward 2 (6K)

"Chief Zhang!"

"leader!"

"Boss!"

When Zhang Feng returned to the warm fourth floor, people passing by, as well as those who were setting up the "cotton racks", all greeted him.

"Well, work slowly."

Zhang Feng walked while saying a few words from time to time to prevent them from getting hurt while setting up the scaffolding.

As for the quilt rack, it is actually a large quilt that surrounds the walls on all sides.

A few are interspersed from time to time in the aisles of the middle shops to gather heat.

In the middle, there are several large stoves, and the chimneys extend to the windows around them.

"This winter is so cold..."

At this moment, Lao Gao, who had come down earlier, was warming himself by the fireplace.

"That's right, it feels about ten degrees lower than before." Ah Sheng is now smiling, he is indeed better now.

……

Before I knew it, another ten days had passed.

Zhang Feng learned by analogy and perfected the skill, which he later improved to the Eight-Step Chasing Cicada Technique.

And now my physical condition is 57.

The collection of medicinal herbs in the past few months has made Zhang Feng's physical condition improve by leaps and bounds.

It's the limit, and there's no way to improve quickly any further.

Because the prescription for Hua Jin is not easy to come up with and needs to be analyzed.

Due to the limitations of his physique and martial arts, he can only slowly cultivate himself in the future.

However, Zhang Feng did understand the concept of "zombie physique".

No matter which world you are in, as long as you have food at the beginning.

You can directly get a '1-5' point constitution.

As for this fluctuation, it depends on the person.

If it is possessing a strong and young person, then it will be around 1, and the remaining 4 will be made up after the body becomes stronger.

After all, it is the 'wind of evolution'. If one's physique is not good enough, it will not meet the standards for evolution.

This evolution is to further solidify the muscles.

But if you start out old or young, then it will be less, only around a few tenths at the beginning, but after your physical fitness improves, the rest will slowly increase.

Specifically, the constitution is 10 (middle-aged adults), which is 1. For the elderly and children, the situation depends on the situation.

But no matter how you start, as long as your physical fitness reaches 50, you can directly increase it to 5 points.

And this morning.

After Zhang Feng felt that there was nothing more to practice, he decided to go out for a walk.

Just take a short break after you have fully grasped the knowledge.

It's a combination of work and rest.

'Over half a year, I made a breakthrough in a small topic of visualization, and by analogy, I was able to refine the Eight Steps to Chasing the Cicada into more than a dozen meridians.

All that remains is to continue to condense, and then get back on track. When you are about to go back, use the number of resurrections to forcibly open the meridians.

See if you can get through two more.'

Thinking.

Zhang Feng came out of the innermost store.

"Hello, chief!"

"Brother Zhang!"

People on the street also greeted Zhang Feng.

Now, all the cotton racks have been set up and the windows on the fourth floor have been blocked.

The staircases on the third and fourth floors were all covered with a large cotton ball.

The whole fourth floor is still quite warm.

Apart from people who have to work, many people like to keep warm on the fourth floor.

Walk like this all the way.

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

There is a warm stove here, and Lao Gao is 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 past, people nearby continued to greet him.

At the same time, Lao Gao and others heard the greetings from all around, and after seeing Zhang Feng coming, they also stood up one after another.

"Brother Zhang!"

"Yeah." Zhang Feng nodded.

"Chief, please sit down!" At this moment, a survivor was quick-witted and brought a bench to Zhang Feng.

"Thank you." Zhang Feng sat down and looked at Lao Gao and the others.

And under the attention of many people around.

Zhang Feng asked bluntly, "How much food is left? Can we survive the winter?"

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

Come over if you want to listen, and remember to tell the brothers working downstairs after you finish listening."

Hua Hua Hua—

As Zhang Feng finished speaking, dozens of people gathered around.

Most of them are strong, which they have trained in fighting zombies, and Zhang Feng does not restrict food.

Eat what you should eat and exercise what you should exercise, and your physical fitness will naturally improve.

They can also be considered the main combat force within the base, responsible for searching several nearby streets.

In the past few days, several more survivors were found.

"Keep quiet while I'm talking." Zhang Feng looked at them. "I'll finish talking to Lao Gao and the others. If you have any questions, ask them later."

"it is good!"

"Yes!"

A group of men nodded and gathered around the stove, some squatting and some standing.

Some people were quietly holding quilts.

For a moment, the only sounds were the roar of the generator downstairs, the crackling of charcoal burning in the stove, and the cries of some penned livestock on the second floor.

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

"According to our previous food distribution... these are not counted..." Lao Gao said, waving to the side, and the accountant Lao Liang came over with the account book.

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

"Ten days? That's not a small amount. If we save twenty days, it will be enough." Although the people nearby did not dare to speak, they dared to think in their hearts.

"Yes." Zhang Feng nodded, "I will lead the team to search the city center.

The weather is getting colder and colder. If there is a heavy snow and the roads are blocked, we will have to dress tightly and eat less. We will even feel uncomfortable in our stomachs.”

I heard that Zhang Feng was leading the team.

Everyone was stunned.

"Leader, do you want to take us on a search before the snow starts?"

"I've only heard from the elders in the base that the leader can kill over a hundred zombies, but I've been at the base for over three months and haven't seen the leader take action..."

"This time? The leader is going to take action?"

Everyone was looking forward to it, but they didn't dare to speak because the leader didn't say "the meeting is over".

"Brother Zhang, are you leading the team?" Lao Gao handed the account book back to Lao Liang. "Shall I go to Curry and get you a gun?"

The gun depots and ammunition depots (where guns and bullets are kept separate) in two nearby police stations were recently successfully opened.

But there are only five guns.

As a criminal policeman, Zhang Feng knew very well that in a normal armory, there were about ten pistols, and there were also a few submachine guns or other types.

The reason why there are fewer now is probably that the managers of the armory took them away in the early stage of the outbreak.

It’s just that in the early stage, there were many transformed zombies, and as soon as the gunshots rang out, they were basically surrounded.

"Any questions?"

Zhang Feng looked at the people around him and said, "If you don't have any questions, go and get ready.

We'll leave in half an hour."

……

ten minutes later.

When base personnel were checking the vehicle.

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

A large greenhouse has been built here, and some winter cabbages are planted inside.

But looking at the weather, it's pretty bad.

It's just winter now and the temperature is already minus five degrees Celsius.

Insufficient materials and some techniques may not allow the temperature to be maintained at around 5-25 degrees.

Zhang Feng watched them grow vegetables every day and learned a lot of planting knowledge.

Take a glance.

Zhang Feng looked around the mall again. After four months, he had used some building materials to build a brick and cement wall around it.

The direction is not towards the previous residential area, but towards some warehouses at the back.

There was gasoline and some tools inside.

The collected intact vehicles are parked between the warehouses.

Zhang Feng likes his doomsday base very much. This special world also allows him to satisfy his addiction to experiencing the life of a "doomsday leader".

"Woo~"

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

There are also investigators taking turns to check the windows around the fourth floor of the mall. If any zombies really try to climb in, they can be on guard immediately.

Other than that, the mall only has one entrance, outside the warehouse area where vehicles are parked.

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

Huhu—

More than twenty men were checking vehicles, and two were inspecting motorcycles.

Motorcycles are mobile personnel responsible for exploring the route in advance to prevent the convoy from running directly into the group of zombies.

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

There are trenches dug here and some roadblocks.

In front of them were a dozen zombies.

There were more zombie corpses near them, some of which had already rotted and shriveled, and were buried in the pits on both sides of the road.

Roughly around eighty or ninety.

But if you look at it from a distance, there are at least two to three thousand zombie corpses in this area.

During this four-month period, the convoy went back and forth, naturally attracting a lot of zombies.

But in the end, they were all blocked by the wall.

During this period, wait until they gradually disperse.

The more than 20 people who were checking the vehicles, as well as some personnel in the base, began to go out to practice killing skills and accumulate fighting experience.

For example, the more than 80 people who followed Zhang Feng out now, each of them has killed at least zombies.

Each of them is a ruthless and experienced person.

Zhang Feng felt that if he brought them into the border of the undercover world and equipped everyone with guns, he would definitely be able to overturn Luo Huo's village.

Because Zhang Feng deeply realized that people who have experienced the end of the world are completely different from ordinary drug dealers.

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

People in the doomsday are also afraid of death, but they have become numb from killing. When facing the enemy, they will be more calm. Of course, they may also be the kind of people who are used to life and death and become more crazy, so crazy that they are no longer normal people.

Zhang Feng had seen this kind of people before, and had also seen Lao Gao and others execute them.

Because they have started eating people.

In their eyes, there is no humanity anymore, only food and the enemies who are about to become food.

This is what impressed Zhang Feng the most.

At that time, Lao Gao brought these people to be executed.

The first words of these cannibals were not "Let me go, don't kill me", but "I'll cut off a leg for you, please don't eat me whole."

"leader……"

The question interrupted Zhang Feng's memories.

After checking the car, the person at the door looked at Zhang Feng who was standing in front of the door.

"The car has been checked, shall we?"

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

Boom boom—

There was a loud throttle sound. The convoy had 10 vehicles, all of which were high-horsepower four-wheel drive vehicles. They were surrounded by anti-zombie shields that were higher than the wheels to prevent them from being rolled over by zombies.

The front of the car is a triangle, and when it hits a zombie, it can be pushed to the sides.

There was also a truck following behind, which was simply used to carry supplies and had been slightly modified to add some simple guardrails.

Because Zhang Feng asked Lao Gao and others to try it, and they found that if the truck was modified on a large scale, it would carry too much weight and it would be inconvenient to turn or do anything else.

Otherwise, Zhang Feng would have to come up with a "doomsday heavy truck sweeping the absurd apocalypse".

Zhang Feng felt that the bang bang bang impact was more exciting than chopping zombies.

……

call-

The cold wind howled.

"Report! The road ahead is safe!"

Motorcycles kept weaving in and out of the road, and from time to time they came to Zhang Feng to report.

Zhang Feng listened in the back seat without saying anything.

"The convoy continues to move forward, and you continue to explore Southeast No. 2." The co-pilot is the combat commander of the base.

But before the end of the world, he was just an office worker who often played Battlefield games and was a team commander.

He has a natural sensitivity to this kind of tactical operation.

Zhang Feng values ​​him very much because he is really capable.

"If the apocalypse ends, what will you do?"

At this time, Zhang Feng suddenly asked him.

"Huh?" The commander was confused. "The 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 him, "I'm serious, 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, "It's pretty good now. I'm the commander of the base."

"That's good." Zhang Feng also smiled and said, "If it's really over, you can see if you can take the commander's certificate."

"Can this be tested?" He didn't understand.

"Yes." Zhang Feng looked at the small notebook on his lap, "Your battle record is all recorded in it, and it is also verified by the brothers in the base.

Maybe if I use some connections, I can get in."

"If the chief says you can do it, then you can do it." The driver said, "Trust the chief, you will never go wrong."

"Okay." The commander was skeptical, but when another motorcycle came back with a report later, he quickly dispelled his doubts and started to concentrate on his work again.

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

It was working fine a few days ago, but it got damaged by the wind yesterday.

Now, this strange wind blows every ten days or half a month, and it penetrates every corner.

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

The signal is permanently interfered with and no outside information can be received.

However, several young inventors in the base are researching ways to prevent the wind.

But Zhang Feng felt that before they could figure it out, his non-main storyline would be over.

"If we can develop windbreak measures and 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.

This is why such a chaotic situation has occurred.

It was that initial trend that caused about 95% of the people to suddenly change.

95% is the number Zhang Feng estimated based on some population statistics.

Add to that the total damage to the signals and electrical appliances, and this was too sudden and too deadly.

I thought to myself.

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

At the same time, the entire convoy stopped.

Zhang Feng opened the sunroof of the pickup truck and looked into the distance. A mile away, he saw dozens of zombies wandering in the crowded traffic.

"Brother Zhang," the commander also asked Zhang Feng, "What should we do?"

"What do you usually do?" Zhang Feng came down from the skylight. "Let me hear what you have to say first."

"Attract them." The commander pointed to the distant streets on both sides. "Have the scouts drive their motorcycles to lure the zombies to the sides. This will also draw out any zombies that may be inside the mall and help us determine the enemy and our own strength."

He pointed around, "But it might also attract more zombies, so when we face a supply point like this, we usually resort to close combat with less noise, or simply evacuate.

Now, based on my analysis, I feel it is best to evacuate.”

"Yes." The driver was the deputy commander, helping the commander analyze the situation to prevent him from getting carried away and making the wrong decision. "Brother Zhang, usually when we encounter a situation like this, we choose to evacuate."

He pulled out a city map from the front of his desk. The northern suburbs were densely marked.

"There are still many supply points in the northern suburbs where we are. Although they are not as big as the shopping malls here, if we search a few more times and make a few more trips, we can survive this winter."

"Well, it's right to evacuate, because the sound of fighting may also attract zombies." Zhang Feng nodded, and looked at the dozen people who had already gotten off the car at the back.
"But... well, forget it. There's no point in talking so much. I'd better just get started. I don't want to run around any more."

"No? Brother Zhang, you?" The commander was confused.

Zhang Feng got out of the car directly and looked at the people approaching from behind.

"I called you here for only one reason, and that is to save some energy so we can move things later."

The words fell.

Zhang Feng took out two alloy swords from the back seat, then just touched the ground with his feet and jumped onto a car.

This move alone made everyone stunned and blocked all their questions.

After that, Zhang Feng did not stop and after several jumps, he arrived in front of the group of zombies.

At the same time, Zhang Feng looked to the left and right and saw dozens of zombies.

'Too little, not enough to warm up.'

The next second, Zhang Feng did not take action, but took out the rifle behind him and fired directly at the zombies.

Bang, bang, bang! The sound of gunfire 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 attracted by Zhang Feng's movements.

Zhang Feng put his gun on his back, jumped off the vehicle with two knives in hand, and instead of retreating, he advanced and charged directly into the group of zombies.

……

After half an hour.

"My grass..."

The men who were loading supplies into the car only had these words left.

There were corpses everywhere, lying all over the place.

"Two hundred and thirty-seven..."

Zhang Feng counted from left to right while recovering his strength.

Wait twenty minutes.

After Zhang Feng finished counting, there were about 462 in total, with a maximum of two or three plus or minus.

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

It seems that when it comes to killing, the hands are faster than the heart.

It's muscle memory that's killing me.'

……

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 in these days.

Every day someone passes by me and looks at me.

Zhang Feng was used to it and would chat with everyone when he was bored.

Because seven months is getting closer and closer.

"cheers!"

And the night before.

Zhang Feng found an excuse that there were abundant supplies and had a meal with the 395 survivors.

It can be considered as a family portrait within the base.

……

The next morning.

After finishing his meal, Zhang Feng braved the cold wind and went to the rooftop.

Waiting quietly.

Zhang Feng looked out at the city as far as his sight could reach.

There are still zombies moving around on some streets, and the cold weather has not had much impact on them.

"Brother Zhang..."

A sound came from the rooftop door, and Ah Sheng came up with a big cotton jacket.

"I'm not cold." Zhang Feng practiced meridians and Hua Jin at the same time, closing his pores, and his body felt like a small heater.

As long as it's not minus ten degrees Celsius.

Zhang Fengdu has no problem.

Besides, Zhang Feng was also wearing a small cotton jacket.

"Okay." Ah Sheng was honest. Seeing that Brother Zhang was not cold, he went back.

"This absurd world is difficult to cure, but it did cure him." Zhang Feng was actually quite happy to see that Ah Sheng was now normal.

Walk to the edge of the rooftop again.

There's someone patrolling downstairs.

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

"Brother Zhang!"

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

"Woo~" When he shouted, a zombie outside the wall walked around anxiously.

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

He picked up another cigarette.

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

Waiting for about an hour.

Rumble—

Suddenly, there was the sound of heavy artillery fire and machine gun fire from the distant edge of the city.

This sound.

Let Zhang Feng know that it was a military rescue.

Crash-

At this moment, dozens of helicopters were also flying in from the horizon. Their outer shells were covered with a layer of black insulating material to isolate them from the evil wind.

At the same time, Zhang Feng heard the announcement coming from far away.

"We are the reorganized Second Army of Daxia. We are the reorganized Second Army of Daxia. Survivors of this city, please stay in your homes. Don't panic. Please give us some time! Give us some trust!
We are working hard to retake this fallen city!
Repeat, we are Daxia..."

The announcement resounded throughout the city.

Those who heard the broadcast in the base also walked out of the base.

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

"Brother Zhang!"

They smiled happily.

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

"Hahaha...good!" Everyone laughed even more.

"We listen to the leader!"

……

At noon on December 2011, 12, the reorganized army recaptured the occupied Wan City as scheduled.

[But this time, the army didn't see the northern suburbs filled with zombies, but instead saw 396 survivors, including you.]

[You changed the destined ending and saved most of the victims]

[You received a destiny reward]

[Xia Xing: Bones +0.5]

[You obtained Destiny Item 2]

[Refinement:?, Unique, Destiny, Common to All Characters, Exclusive for Digestion and Absorption, Stackable]

【Effect 1: Digestion and absorption +100g】

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

(End of this chapter)