In the Name of Martial Arts: Reshaping the Apocalypse

The Nanling Mountains are about 2,000 kilometers long, running from east to south, encircling the Eastern Federation and the Southern Federation.

The catastrophe had little impact on the mountains; although the mountains were not entirely lush, the trees with a high survival rate survived.

After more than a hundred years of development, wild animals have long roamed the mountains. In addition, due to the impact of the nuclear catastrophe, the wild animals have also mutated. Not to mention the huge wild animals, even small animals like lynxes can grow to over a hundred pounds.

The large number of displaced people in the Southern Federal planned area is due to the presence of the Nanling Mountains, which allow daring and fearless displaced people to venture into the mountains to hunt for a living.

On the southern side of the Nanling Mountains, about 500 kilometers from the end of the Nanling Mountains, a large off-road vehicle is speeding along a military highway.

The truck was driving on the outskirts of a small village for displaced people when it braked suddenly, waking the sleeping people inside.

"What's going on, Liu Zhigang?"

An angry female voice rang out as the woman rubbed her forehead and snapped at the man driving in front.

The woman who was speaking was sleeping when the sudden stop caught her off guard and caused her to bump into the chair in front of her.

"Commander Bing, look ahead."

The man named Liu Zhigang looked a little flustered and pointed to the road ahead, speaking to Officer Bing, who was resting in the second row.

Upon hearing the sound, Commander Bing looked ahead, froze for a moment, and his face slowly turned pale.

Looking around, one could see corpses lying haphazardly in the middle of the road—children, the elderly, and women. The bodies were completely naked, emaciated, and some were covered in lividity, making for a gruesome and extremely frightening sight.

There were six people in the car, and they all looked over when they heard the noise. The scene surprised everyone, but the middle-aged man sitting next to Ou Jing had an angry look on his face.

After a minute or two, Officer Bing said to the burly young man in the passenger seat, "Sun Qiang, go down and see what's going on?"

"Don't go. Don't get off the bus."

Before the man named Sun Qiang could get off the bus, the man sitting in the last row spoke up.

Commander Bing turned his head and asked in confusion, "Feng Wu, why can't we go?"

"Just push them over, hurry up. These are tools that refugees use to block the road, specifically to bully newcomers," Feng Wu replied, his tone urgent.

When Liu Zhiqiang, who was driving the car, heard the order to run over the person directly, he looked troubled: "This is clearly a person, not a prop. At least move the person away. It won't take more than a few minutes."

Sun Qiang, in the passenger seat, chimed in, "Yeah, just get rid of it. It's too cruel to just run it over."

Upon hearing this, Feng Wu, who was in the last row, shook his head and stopped him, saying, "We have already entered the refugee village. Refugees will not show you mercy."

By now, there must already be lookouts sending word. Every minute we wait increases the danger.

The officer in the second row looked at the corpse in front of him and hesitated. Ou Jing, in the third row, looked ahead and gave the order: "Listen to him, push them over."

Liu Zhiqiang, who was driving the car, was reluctant to obey Ou Jing's order, but he had no choice but to start the car and prepare to drive it.

Before the car even started moving, three or four ragged middle-aged men, accompanied by two or three thin, pale-faced children, rushed out from the roadside and ran hurriedly toward the truck.

Several people ran to the front of the truck and stood there shouting:

"Kind person, please give me some food. I haven't eaten for days."

"Give us some food, and we'll make way."

"These babies have been starving for days."

……

A crowd suddenly surged out and blocked the road. Liu Zhiqiang quickly turned around and asked, "What do we do?"

"Just run them over! What are you waiting for? They're stalling for time. There are definitely more people behind them." Feng Wu was furious when he saw his hesitation and shouted loudly.

"Damn it, didn't you see there were children? Don't you care about them?" Liu Zhiqiang was also provoked by Feng Wu's tone and retorted.

Seeing Liu Zhiqiang's anger, Feng Wu didn't say anything more; talking to these people from the Federation was exhausting.

If I had known, I wouldn't have listened to Nantian and accepted this last mission. I would have returned to the Federation alone, traveling light and saving myself a lot of trouble.

They had been away from the military region for four days and had already covered more than half of the Nanling Mountains. Only the last 500 kilometers remained. Feng Wu thought they would land safely this time, but unexpectedly, this last hurdle caused a problem.

In a few brief seconds, the officer in front opened the car door and got out, and the others in the car quickly followed. However, the thin, middle-aged man sitting next to Ou Jing did not get out of the car.

Feng Wu glanced at him with a hint of surprise, but didn't pay much attention to it.

He opened the car door and jumped out, taking a deep breath. The weather was damp, and the air was filled with a putrid smell.

Seeing the people getting off the bus, a few glints flashed in the cloudy eyes of the middle-aged men, and they quickly pushed the child standing to the side forward.

The children, quite obediently, ran off the ice officer from the vehicle, several of them calling out:

"Sister, please give us some food."

"Pretty sister, you're so beautiful."

"Sister, I'm so hungry!"

"Do you have anything to eat, sister?"

……

One of the little girls ran up to the Ice Commander, grabbed her hand, shook it gently, and looked at her with a dirty expression, asking a question.

The children's eyes were pure and innocent.

Feng Wu strode forward, and before the others could speak, he grinned and said to a little boy:

"Little friend, Uncle is hungry too! Have you cooked anything at home? Why don't you take Uncle to get something to eat?"

A bald, fierce-looking man stepped forward and said to Feng Wu, "Brother, give us some food. We don't need much, just a little bit will do."

Feng Wu glanced at him and replied, "Brother, in this world, I can barely support myself. If I give it to you, I'll starve to death. I'm just a lackey running errands for others. Don't make things difficult for me."

Another man wearing a hat replied menacingly, "Brothers, we're the lost souls of this undeveloped area. If you don't bring something today, you definitely won't get through."

"Impossible. I have no food, but I have a few lives. Come and get them." Feng Wu's expression was cold, and his refusal was unquestionable.

After Feng Wu finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the car. As he passed Commander Bing, Commander Bing pulled him aside and whispered:

"Why don't we give them some? We'll be entering the Federation soon, so we won't need that much. Let's not create any unnecessary trouble."

"No, you can't give me any. Listen to me."

Feng Wu refused and walked straight to the car.

But the little girl standing next to the ice officer suddenly let go and shouted loudly behind her:

"Uncle, they have lots of food, just like this lady said."

The officers' expressions changed drastically as they stared in disbelief at the innocent-looking little girl.

No one expected such a young child to be so clever! Commander Bing secretly regretted his actions.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man wearing a hat across from him was overjoyed and put his hand in his mouth.

"Chirp—whoosh!"

A melodious and long whistle rang out.

A short while later, a series of rustling footsteps could be heard along the roadside.

A group of men and women slowly walked onto the road and gathered in front of them. Most of them were emaciated with sunken faces and looked at them with wolf-like eyes.

This is a sign of extreme hunger!

The man in the hat shouted at Feng Wu and his group, "Give us some of your food, and we won't make things difficult for you. Otherwise, you won't be able to leave."

"Bang, bang."

Two sharp gunshots rang out.

"You fucking try it. I've lived in a slum since I was a kid. You think your little tricks can fool me?"

Feng Wu took out a pistol from the car, fired two shots into the air, and glared at the man in the hat, cursing loudly.

Two gunshots rang out, causing the group of refugees to withdraw their wolf-like gazes. Faced with death, their hunger slowly subsided.

"Are you trying to scare me with that little pistol? None of us standing here are afraid of dying. Try it if you don't believe me." The man in the hat looked at Feng Wu mockingly.

The refugees were numerous and powerful, and spoke with great confidence.

The stalemate continued.

Leaning against the car, Ou Jing looked at Feng Wu's solution with a smile on his lips and nodded in approval.

"If I give you the goods, will you make way?"

Commander Bing's face was icy cold. He looked at the sudden incident with a headache and yelled at the man in the hat.

"Don't worry, we keep our word."

"Alright, Feng Wu, give them a bag of rice."

Feng Wu was about to refuse when he heard this, but when he saw the icy, angry face and remembered Nan Tian's instructions on the phone before he left, he swallowed his words.

Feng Wu pulled a bag of rice from the back of the cart, walked in front of the group of refugees, and threw it with a thud in front of the man in the hat: "That's enough, make way."

Dozens of people stared at the bag of rice on the ground, their eyes filled with greed. Their Adam's apples bobbed, and they couldn't help but swallow, but none of them took it.

The man in the hat remained motionless, staring at the rice in deep thought.

"Make way!" Feng Wu urged impatiently.

After a moment of silence, someone in the crowd shouted, "Damn, that's a clever idea! They managed to grab a whole bag of rice; there's definitely more good stuff on the truck!"

"Yes, give us more."

"This is far from enough."

"Damn it, let's just rob them, there are only a few of them."

"Stop talking nonsense, just rob it!"

"..."

Shouts, arguments, and attempts to escalate the conflict echoed across the empty highway, with some people even pulling out knives, scissors, and various other weapons.

A group of people stared greedily at Feng Wu and his companions. Some of them had already begun to slowly move towards Feng Wu.

"You see, this isn't enough. Take some more," the man in the hat threatened Feng Wu.

"I'll take your mother."

"Bang."

Feng Wu swung his pistol directly, and a shot rang out. The man in the hat fell to the ground, blood gushing from between his eyebrows, his eyes wide with rage.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Several more shots rang out, hitting the feet of several men who were about to step forward, forcing them to retreat several steps.

"Damn it, come up here again if you dare, and let's see if my gun is faster than your knives."

Feng Wu roared at the crowd, quickly changed the magazine, pointed his gun at several men wielding machetes, and then coldly said:

"If you have no food, you can eat tree bark, dirt, or even people, but today, whoever dares to block my way, I'll kill them first! Let them starve to death!"

Upon hearing this, hundreds of people looked at each other blankly, stunned on the spot.

"Make way, move the body to the side, line up the people in two rows, and this bag of rice is for you."

The crowd fell silent, all staring blankly at Feng Wu.

"I have three more magazines here, enough to kill thirty people. Do you dare to come up?" Seeing that the crowd didn't move, Feng Wu revealed the magazines on his waist and shouted at the crowd again.

Some people in the crowd saw the magazine, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly backed away, some even walking down to the sidewalk.

The bald man saw that the crowd had dispersed and knew he was doomed this time.

He stepped forward, hoisted the rice from the ground onto his shoulder, turned around, and shouted at the crowd, "Make way, you're too tough."

Commander Bing stared at Feng Wu, who had resolved the problem in no time, and couldn't help but nod. He had almost ruined things this time.

Remembering what Nantian had told him, it seemed that bringing this person along was the right decision.