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He collected all the soldiers in the world, gathered them in Xianyang, melted them down, and cast them into twelve golden men in order to weaken the people of the world.

If it is true as I suspect, then there must be a lot of undestroyed guns hidden within the Reformed Church, and they do this just to be able to live this kind of life with so many powerful people.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but ask the four people.

"How many people are there in the Reformed Church stronghold?"

"Five thousand people."

Okay, I take back my previous guess. The Reformed Church is just a bunch of anti-intellectual religious idiots.

Chapter 95: Foolish Madness (I)

Five thousand people can indeed be considered a large stronghold in these last days, but it should not be the number of the Reformed Church.

According to Song Mingtao's notes, there is only one force in this area, the Reformed Church. No matter how you think about it, it should have a population of more than 10,000 people.

It is really stupid to have such a powerful class of people such as leaders and bishops in a stronghold with only 5,000 people.

Originally, I didn't want to get involved in such troublesome matters, but since I had saved these four people, I couldn't just stand by and watch. After thinking it over again and again, I finally decided to go to the Reformed Church with these four people.

So, I started the tractor again. Because there was no extra space on the tractor except the driving seat, the four people could only sit on the body of the tractor in a funny posture, crowded together, looking like they would fall off at any time. I could only tie the four people on it with ropes.

Amid the noisy sound, the tractor started again, and with a subtle tremor, it drove forward.

The young girl who came at the beginning was tied by me near the driving seat to help me find the way. The girl was very familiar and started to introduce herself to me without any embarrassment.

"My name is Zhang Ling, what's yours?"

I always felt that this girl was a little weird, so I answered briefly.

"Su Li."

Hearing this, Zhang Ling shrugged slightly and spoke softly as if he was joking.

"That's great. You don't have to use the last name Zhang."

"This surname is so unlucky. I don't know how many people it has harmed."

Hearing this, I narrowed my eyes slightly and unconsciously increased the strength of my hands gripping the steering wheel. How can a surname be described as unlucky? It's just a name, it won't kill people and it won't make mistakes. Why should the surname be blamed?

Amid the bumpy ride, I turned my head, glanced at Zhang Ling, and asked with a frown.

"How old are you?"

Zhang Ling heard this and replied briskly.

"Sixteen years old."

Sixteen years old? Ten years ago, she was just a six-year-old girl. Naturally, she would not have too many memories of that civilized society. Growing up under the rule of that group of religious lunatics, she would naturally become numb and have no intention of resisting. Instead, she felt that everything was taken for granted.

I remained silent and said nothing, but Zhang Ling, as if he couldn't stand the loneliness, opened up and talked to himself.

"I heard from the old people in the base that there were tens of thousands of people in the beginning, but many people died every year. Now there are only 5,000 people left."

My eyes flickered. What on earth could the Reformed Church do to cause thousands of people to die every year? They are truly a bunch of complete lunatics.

In fact, this group of anti-intellectual idiots have always existed. In the civilized society of the past, there were many cult believers who followed the cult leaders and did horrific things.

For example, the "Restore the Ten Commandments Movement", "Solar Temple", "Davidian Sect", "Heaven's Gate" and "People's Temple". In these cult incidents that do exist, believers who have received civilized education followed their bishops, killed and burned people, and then held suicide ceremonies without hesitation, even taking their young children with them.

For those foolish beliefs, they were willing to sacrifice their innocent daughters and become tools for the cult leader to vent his lust. Back then, I couldn't understand this anti-intellectual behavior, but after so many years of living in the apocalypse, I now finally understand the reasons.

The end of the world is the perfect breeding ground for cults. Don't try to reason with a madman.

"How many bishops does the Reformed Church have?"

"Originally there were twelve, but one died a month ago, and the bishop's position is currently vacant, so there are only eleven left."

"How many armed forces does the Reformed Church have?"

"Armed forces? Oh, you mean the guards? There are two thousand guards, and they are responsible for maintaining law and order in the stronghold."

"Then tell me more about the rules of the Reformed Church."

"Inside the base, everyone's schedule is strictly controlled. After the sun sets, no one is allowed to leave the room. When the sun rises in the morning, everyone must pray together."

"Oh, by the way, children in the base are not allowed to leave their rooms before they are ten years old."

On the way, during the casual chat with Zhang Ling, I got a deeper understanding of the Reformed Church. They believed that the leader named Zhao Yi was some bullshit son of God.

Just like that, during this casual chat, we soon arrived near the Reformed Church's stronghold. Due to the anti-intellectual teachings of the Reformed Church, it was impossible for me to drive the tractor over there, so I could only find a place to hide the tractor.

The four people in the car were pale and looked like they were about to vomit. It was obvious that they were shaken quite hard on the road.

I walked in the front, and the four people supported each other. From a distance, the Reformed Church stronghold was very different from what I had imagined.

It was a human stronghold that was almost impossible to exist in the apocalypse. It was huge and bloated, and the buildings inside were tall and beautiful.

This is not something that stupid people can do.

I even saw a Western-style church, which was very tall and beautiful. However, compared with the miraculous buildings in the city, the wall of the stronghold was extremely simple, more than two meters high, and surrounded the entire stronghold with thin wooden boards.

Before I even reached the gate of the Reformed Church's stronghold, I already felt a strange sense of disharmony, contradiction, and opposition that I couldn't explain.

I was staring at the Reformed Church's stronghold, so lost in thought that I didn't pay much attention to the whispers of the four people behind me.

When we arrived at the gate of the Reformed Church's stronghold, the boy who suggested returning to the stronghold smiled at me, then walked to the front and shouted loudly at the gate of the stronghold.

I still didn't care, my mind was completely focused on the strangeness of this stronghold.

There were no security personnel, no sentry towers, and no so-called city walls at the gate of the stronghold here.

I'm very curious, how will these people discover once the zombie tide arrives?

After the boy shouted for a while, the gate of the stronghold finally opened, and a group of people in armor walked out. What surprised me was that these people wore the same armor. Are there professional blacksmiths in the city?

The group of people in armor had unfriendly looks on their faces. The boy walked quickly forward, bent humbly, smiled apologetically, and whispered something in the ear of a bearded man in the front.

I don't know what the boy said, but the bearded man who looked like a captain's face obviously changed several times, and his eyes were inadvertently on me.

After a moment, the boy seemed to have decided something. His eyes flashed, and he turned to look at me. He opened his mouth slightly and spoke to me with his mouth.

"Feel sorry."

The next moment, the bearded man suddenly waved his hand, and the group of people behind him rushed forward, surrounded me, and several sharp broadswords were pressed against my neck.

I was stunned when I saw this, and couldn't help but look at the boy and asked.

"What does it mean?"

The boy did not answer. Instead, Zhang Ling behind me walked aside. Those men in armor did not surround them.

Zhang Ling looked at me, apologetically, and said in a low voice.

"Sorry, but we didn't lie."

"Becoming a gladiator can indeed absolve you of guilt, but becoming a gladiator is also a dead end."

"But you are different. You are a pagan. Your sin is the most serious."

Zhang Ling looked at me, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he spoke word by word.

"I don't want to die."

When I heard this, I felt a buzzing in my ears and then I burst into laughter.

Repaying kindness with enmity, this feeling is really not new at all.

I exhaled lightly and raised my hands to show my surrender. No matter how many times I did it, I could never get used to the feeling of pain.

So, if I could avoid being chopped off by just raising my hands in surrender, why should I refuse?

Those men in armor didn't seem to want to kill me, but someone came up and put thick shackles and handcuffs on me.

When I was about to be taken away by that group of people, I couldn't help but look back at the four men and asked.

"I have a question that I can't figure out, and I haven't seen you guys discuss it."

"Why do you two choose to repay kindness with enmity so tacitly?"

Hearing this, the four men did not answer. The man who put handcuffs and shackles on me could not help but sneered, looked at me with extreme contempt, and mocked me.

"Someone has done something similar before. It's a well-known story in the city. Do we still need to discuss this?"

It suddenly dawned on me that, just like the story of the fox borrowing the power of the tiger, there was no need to tell the whole story. Just a few words were needed. Those who had heard the story would realize that it was a story of the fox borrowing the power of the tiger and would know what would happen next.

Having heard the same story so many times, it has become so familiar to me that there is no need to explain it in detail.

Thinking of this, I walked forward as the guards pushed me forward, smiling and shouting loudly to the four men.

"Eat whatever you want to eat these days."

After saying that, I turned my head away and stopped looking at those four people. The smile on my face gradually faded away.

I hate this feeling.

Some people say that you never step into the same river twice, but I keep making the same mistakes over and over again.

Just like that, I followed the guards and walked into the gate of the Reformed Church's simple stronghold. Without the obstruction of the wooden wall, the Reformed Church's stronghold was completely revealed to me.

The moment I stepped into the stronghold, I couldn't help but squint slightly. The buildings in the city made me a little dazed.

This is definitely not a stronghold established by the Reformed Church itself.

Inside the stronghold, small two-story Western-style buildings can be seen everywhere, and the cross streets are the same as they were in the past. Although the asphalt road is bumpy, it can still be seen.

This was obviously a town back then, the kind of town close to the countryside that was not very prosperous.

The Reformed Church actually occupied a small town. How did they deal with the zombies?

You can't just use human lives to pay for it.

My heart skipped a beat and my eyes twitched. Could it be that they really occupied this town by filling it with human lives?

Chapter 96: Foolish Madness (Part 2)

The autumn wind is bleak and the light and shadows are flowing.

I was escorted by those armored guards walking on the streets of the Reformed stronghold with complicated expressions in their eyes.

The residents in the stronghold were unlike anyone I had ever seen. Whether they were good or bad, none of these people had the powerlessness and despair that I was so familiar with on their faces.

It is a dying spirit. They will not be angry, nor will they resist.

This is an extremely weird base.

After walking all the way, I was finally taken to a prison. The bastard wearing the armor pushed me into a cell roughly, locked me up, and left, all in one go.

There was only an empty iron bed in the cell, without even a sheet.

I calmed myself down, sat on the somewhat cold iron bed, put my hands on my forehead, and let out a long sigh.

What to do next?

Should I find an opportunity to get out, kill those four people and escape? This is not difficult, but it makes me feel that I have suffered so much in vain.

Boom, boom, boom.

Just as I was thinking, there was a heavy knocking sound from the opposite side of the cell. I looked up subconsciously, and saw a gray-haired man in the cell opposite, knocking on the railing and looking at me curiously.

"Young man, what has brought you here?"

The man seemed to have not spoken to me for a long time. He was extremely excited and couldn't stop talking. Without waiting for my answer, he started guessing with great interest.

"Did you look up at him when Zhao Yi was talking up there?"

"Or is it that Zhao Yi, that bastard, thinks your kneeling posture is not standard enough?"

Hearing this, I was a little surprised, and looked at the man opposite me in amazement.

"Can you be caught for such a shitty thing?"

The man scoffed, rolled his eyes wildly, and laughed.

"That bastard Zhao Yi doesn't have any rules for arresting people. He just does whatever he wants."

After saying that, the man was stunned for a moment, then he reacted, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he leaned in front of the railing in surprise and said.

"Aren't you a Reformed bastard?"

Seeing this, I also became interested, and walked up to the man, leaning in front of the railing and smiling.

"From the tone of your voice, you are not either?"