I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

If the international order had remained stable at that time, it would have been a great topic of conversation among all countries.

At that time, they abandoned a lot of equipment. The commander was incompetent and led the retreat. The front line collapsed like a hot knife through butter, and no one had time to recover the equipment. It was left there forever.

Other countries don't want to take advantage of this situation either. After all, India's military capabilities are well-known, and it has caused countless deaths among its own people. No one wants to step on this landmine.

Even if some small countries with limited national strength wanted to, they would not have the capacity to transport the goods back from India.

Then the singers' organization picked up the scraps.

This is roughly Yan Zimo's deduction.

“That makes sense… These tanks really do have the style of the Indian army.” The driver agreed.

"Oh dear~~ In that case, their combat strength might not be that strong. Quickly report to the commander."

"Yes!"

“But there are still things I’m curious about.” Yan Ziming had a new question.

"This level of weaponry and equipment would require at least a thousand-strong army to operate effectively. Plus, maintaining the base would require another thousand people. Where did they get so many people?"

The moment Yan Ziming raised this question, everything displayed on the image provided the answer.

In the displayed image, groups of people dressed like beggars emerged, each one emaciated and pale, resembling refugees fleeing a war.

Many others were better dressed and had a more energetic appearance.

Then there's another type of person who seems to live a very comfortable life, with a distinct difference in dress and appearance compared to the previous two types—they are better and more like high-end individuals.

—Slave laborers.

The driving force behind their massive military force was these scattered people captured from various places. They were refugees who had lost their homes and families in the end times of China and were brought here to be used like slaves.

Chapter Ninety-Two: Ready to Go

Below, Yan Ziming and the others saw more than two thousand refugees, and that was only what was visible.

Moreover, according to some intelligence provided by Xue Yunling, they have bases all over China, so the total number is even greater.

A rough estimate suggests that the number is likely to exceed five thousand.

Yan Ziming estimated that there shouldn't be many true core figures in the Singers' Organization here, probably around a few hundred, at most just over a thousand.

In this way, it is not necessary to defeat all the people, including refugees; it is enough to just eliminate the key figures.

The difficulty of the task suddenly dropped several levels.

With the core members dead, the remaining refugees, who had been forcibly brought here, were subjected to exploitation and naturally ceased to resist.

If done well, it can demonstrate the absolute advantage of our side, and might even incite the refugees to launch a counterattack, further reducing the difficulty—killing two birds with one stone.

Mu Mu also came to a similar conclusion: if a sneak attack were to be launched, the first to be hit would be the core members of the Singer's Organization.

Even if they can't wipe them all out at once, they should at least leave the refugees leaderless, so that they can only be defeated one by one in the end.

"This is Yan Shan. Please respond."

"Received, please provide instructions."

"Stay above the local base. Our troops are en route and await my orders. If they are discovered before then, I authorize you to launch a devastating attack on them, killing as many as possible to weaken their forces to the greatest extent possible."

"Yes!"

Yan Ziming was filled with enthusiasm, but she did not forget her primary goal—to find her sister.

Xue Yunling said they hadn't found their main target, Ye Qianxue, so her words couldn't be entirely trusted.

After all, Xiaoze said that Ye Qianxue was in the Himalayas, and the Singer Organization's headquarters was also there. Who would believe that Ye Qianxue's disappearance had nothing to do with them?

Yan Ziming stroked Xiao Ze's fur with her hand, and then wrote words on its body with her slender fingers.

[The enemy base has been located. Now, can we pinpoint Chiyuki's location?]

"Meow—" (I can't feel it at all.)

"Tsk..."

Yan Ziming grumbled unhappily, startling the driver, who thought she was unhappy with the leader's decision.

However, he didn't dare to say anything more, after all, who was Yan Ziming? He was a shining star in the world, and advancing to the ninth rank would be almost no problem for him.

"Let's make a plan now. When the operation begins, Xiao Momo, you go and destroy their heavy tanks and armaments first. I'll handle the key personnel. As for the refugees... war is never sacred. If you can't save them, don't bother. If they resist, we must not be soft on them!"

Yan Zimo nodded.

When the time comes to launch a surprise attack, the two great masters, Yan Ziming and Mu Mu, will surely unleash their ultimate moves to achieve the greatest possible results before the enemy can react.

Those who couldn't escape in time, the Chinese side couldn't care less about them; their lives were left to fate. After all, they weren't Chinese citizens, and there was really no need for them to take the risk.

Humanitarianism... Haha, it's all just empty talk in this world. Nobody really takes it seriously.

If you must hate, hate the injustice of fate.

Of course, if there is really enough capacity, it is not impossible to help them, but this must be based on the premise that it will not put our own people in danger.

A dozen minutes later, five completely unfamiliar signals appeared on the detector of the light source. After confirmation, they were all friendly forces.

"This is Lei Yunting. Did you receive the Flowing Light? If you did, please reply."

"This is the Flowing Light, received, received."

The driver was filled with respect. He naturally recognized Lei Yunting, a veteran eighth-level expert belonging to the military. In the entire military, apart from the five pillars of China (not counting Mu Mu), he could rank among the top three.

In terms of seniority, he surpasses even some of the pillars of China, and a considerable number of military cadres have served under him.

Since he's taken charge, he's probably the overall commander in charge of this battle.

As he expected, Lei Yunting posted a notice in a channel that was only available to them: "I am the commander-in-chief of this battle. Listen to my orders and carry out a cleanup operation against the enemy!"

Then he added, "Streamer, please share the intelligence on the channel."

He knew who was on board the Flowing Light. He had personally trained the pilot, but the other two were not.

These two powerful figures might not necessarily listen to him. Although Yan Shan said he could command them, who can say for sure?

Therefore, his tone was quite polite.

After receiving and reviewing the intelligence from the Streamer, he realized that Yan Ziming had thought of everything, and he discovered even more and more comprehensively.

The sheer number of firepower they possess is indeed enormous; their total troop strength here barely exceeds one hundred.

Although they are all superhumans, being hit by a powerful weapon like a tank would almost certainly mean certain death without special means.

Therefore, Yan Zimo's role becomes extremely important.

Modern military equipment relies heavily on electronic devices. Equipment such as optical aiming, auxiliary aiming, data links, and communications, which require electronic data calibration to function, would all be rendered unusable in Yan Ziming's hands.

What Yan Ziming didn't know was that she was consistently among the top five people of interest in various countries, and even in China, she was a major focus of attention.

Because of her lightning powers, she poses an absolute and enormous threat to armies that rely heavily on modern information technology!

Even though it's already 2026, major countries have strengthened their defenses in this area to varying degrees, gaining considerable immunity. However, they still have to be wary of a high-level lightning ability user with exceptional skill in lightning.

If used properly, it can completely paralyze an army or a city.

Well, an eighth-level lightning ability user doesn't need to go through all that trouble; powerful destructive force is the most fundamental deterrent.

If the five permanent members of the UN Security Council view it this way, then this equipment was picked up from the Indians next door.

Their equipment performance is evident to all; manufacturing a single tank requires parts from more than a dozen or twenty countries, making it easy to destroy.

Most importantly, even if India's weapons are terrible, they can still be considered high-tech, and people without professional training simply can't use them properly.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that the "advanced nature" of Indian weapons actually increases the difficulty of operation.

These operators are all refugees, refugees from third-world countries with little education or cultural background.

Even if the members of the Singers' Organization taught them step by step, they still couldn't form enough combat power.

Judging from this, our force of a mere hundred or so superhumans has a very good chance of winning!

"Once those three special aircraft return, begin the operation immediately and make sure they are captured!"

Lei Yunting gave a direct order.

China is determined to acquire these three aircraft; doing so well would add another significant achievement to its record.

The order had only been given for less than a minute when the three "protagonists" appeared. Lei Yunting opened his mouth and opened the hatch.

"Initiate the attack—!!!"

Chapter Ninety-Three: A One-Sided Massacre

Before Lei Yunting could finish giving the order to attack, Yan Ziming darted out like a bolt of lightning and crashed to the ground like a meteor.

boom--

Blue-purple lightning exploded all around, and more than a dozen tanks within a hundred meters radius began to melt under the rampage of the lightning, causing their internal ammunition to explode.

For a moment, the scene here resembled a volcanic eruption.

The metallic heat, shrapnel, and lightning transformed the surroundings into a living hell, displaying astonishing power.

While the slaves were still in a daze, the core members quickly recovered from their initial surprise and took immediate action.