I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

Some poorly maintained roads even collapsed into the subway tunnels, making them easily visible even under a blanket of snow. Sun Yang had the RO fly a helicopter around the fire station and the municipal administration to see if they could find a snowmelt truck.

Soon, they found several rusted snowmelt trucks and excavators inside the fire station. The fire trucks were missing, probably because they were still outside performing rescue operations when the outbreak began.

The city hall also gained something. The city's design plan and subsequent improvement plans were well preserved in the archives. Sun Yang quickly figured out the specific information of the industrial zone with these files. Of course, he could also get this information by reading the local introduction brochure.

Chicago boasts a comprehensive industrial sector, with a predominance of heavy industry and a strong light industry. It is the nation's largest base for steel and meat processing, and also leads the nation in agricultural machinery, transportation machinery, chemicals, petrochemicals, electrical machinery, aircraft engines, and printing. It also boasts wood processing, papermaking, electronics, textiles, clothing, and flour milling.

Industry is primarily distributed north and south of the Chicago River and along both sides of the Chicago Canal. The Loop Industrial District near the city center boasts a high density of factories and is a major light industrial area. The Calumet Industrial District south of the city is home to many large enterprises and is a heavy chemical industry primarily focused on steel. The satellite city of Gary houses the largest steel conglomerate in the United States.

The above is the content mentioned in the booklet, and there are also beautiful pictures and investment hotline below.

Although the description was not precise, it was sufficient. Sun Yang defined the scope of his action based on the description in the booklet.

As for the snowmelt vehicles, they were no longer drivable, their interiors completely rusted. However, their basic structures were intact, so Sun Yang returned them to the base and had the humanoids at the Oasis base scan their interiors before they were replaced with new vehicles.

Although Sun Yang tried to find fuel for the helicopter at the fire station and hospital, he found nothing after a quick search. He estimated that the fuel had long been taken away by the survivors and was unlikely to be left here.

Of course, Sun Yang also checked the airport. But the situation at Chicago Airport seemed to be out of control when the infection broke out.

The airport was littered with human skeletons, and the wreckage of cars and planes had crashed into each other. The runway was a mess, and it looked like some plane had attempted to force takeoff, and desperate people had blocked the runway with their cars. The result was that cars were smashed, and planes flipped over, blocking the runway, and in the end, no one escaped.

Sun Yang and the humanoids spent an hour cutting up the wreckage and sending it back to the base. Although he wanted to fly to other places, the base said they couldn't build a plane quickly.

The helicopter flew back to the industrial area, and the AI ​​in the base assembled these vehicles at a rapid speed, producing several in about half an hour.

The main focus now is the heavy industrial area, where agricultural machinery and transport machinery are located. Sun Yang disembarked the helicopter nearby and released the snowmelt truck and excavator.

The humanoids took action, and the excavators and snowmelt trucks cleared the surrounding snow bit by bit. With the help of the city hall archives, Sun Yang also learned the specific structure and location of the nearby sewers.

The clogged sewers were cleared by puppets and drones. Snowmelt trucks used their internal heat to melt the snow dumped in, and the scalding water flowed through the pipes into the newly cleared sewers.

More snowmelt vehicles and engineering vehicles were built, and the humanoids brought over were already driving the vehicles to work.

Sun Yang ate more grass, creating more humanoid figures, and summoned a bored elite Iron-Blooded Scarecrow. Iron-Blooded puppets could work, but they could only perform simple, repetitive tasks; detailed work required the guidance of intelligent humans.

By the way, when Sun Yang wasn't paying attention, the Iron-Blooded humanoids had been getting along very well with the Griffin humanoids. This should be due to the agent's contribution, and it should also be due to the experience of fighting side by side a long time ago.

More engineering and transport vehicles were discovered, and dedicated scouts rushed into factories and corporate offices, digging out all sorts of data, whether useful or not. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, the figures packed it all up and took it away, with drones transmitting the data to the Oasis base.

Oasis Base remained on high alert, organizing and categorizing the incoming data. Unlike human researchers, the humanoids absorbed and analyzed information quickly, taking only seconds to write down a document.

"Hmm...an antique from decades ago." Croc quickly scanned the information sent to her. As a humanoid designer for Vulcan Heavy Industries, she was quite familiar with these things.

If it was just to look at the information sent to him, Crouch was quite happy. After all, he didn't have to design anything according to specifications, and it wasn't some complicated paperwork.

There were many notes and discussion details in these plans. Crozier read and categorized them, and he was quite happy to have some free time.

However, these plans and ideas are indeed a bit outdated. Many materials and technologies in Vulcan Heavy Industry are more advanced than those in this world, allowing for bolder designs. However, industrial production in this world is limited by material issues, so many designs can only remain on the drawing board.

However, there are occasionally some bizarre works that use existing materials to create super-large transformable vehicles and all-terrain transport vehicles, but subsequent evaluations all say that the materials cannot be realized and the cost is too high, so they are passed over.

Sun Yang took a helicopter tour of the surrounding area, highlighting the heavy industry's warehouses for raw materials and finished products, as well as various power research institutes and laboratories. There was no rush for the production line; he could just have the humanoids carry the scanners and run through it.

There was nothing left from the light industry, as people had already collected everything edible in order to survive. Even if nothing was found, decades would be enough for everything to rot.

The chemical industry lab did find some information, but that was something the humanoids had to consider. Sun Yangguang got a headache just seeing some chemical symbols. It was enough to just know what could be used as research reserves for the humanoids.

While there were many problems, they were relatively easy to solve. The humanoids fenced off the lab they had figured out and placed the autonomous machine gun on standby nearby.

All windows and broken doors that could be penetrated were sealed with construction materials. The base had plenty of construction materials, if nothing else.

Although the humanoids were having a great time moving the supplies, Maimai from the Oasis detected the weather changes by launching a weather balloon into the sky.

[A heavy snowstorm is expected in three days.] Sitting in his laboratory, Mai Mai reported the data he had calculated to Sun Yang.

In three days, they couldn't even build a proper shelter. There was no need to worry about the base; there were plenty of warehouses, more than enough to store vehicles and supplies.

"What a pity! It would be better if it wasn't winter." Sun Yang could only let the humanoids take whatever they could. Places like laboratories could not be moved back to the oasis, as that was delicate work.

We could only wait until spring. Sun Yang picked out a few T-dolls from the base who were bored and wanted to go on an extreme adventure in a big city. He asked them to bring enough supplies to explore downtown Chicago and mark down any useful items they found, so they could collect them all together in the spring.

These urban exploration teams are experienced and can handle extreme weather conditions with ease. Sun Yang doesn't have to worry about the safety of these humanoids.

Two days later, Griffin and the Iron-Blooded T-dolls had completely cleared out the stockpile of raw materials and finished products, and the temperature outside had dropped even further. The expedition team had already set off on foot towards downtown Chicago shortly after being summoned, giving them ample time to find shelter from the snowstorm.

After the last batch of steel was delivered, Sun Yang quickly took back the transport vehicles and the Iron Blood Golems. The turrets were no longer needed; even if they were dismantled, they had no technological value.

Before the snowstorm arrived, Sun Yang took a helicopter out of the city, then went to Detroit to see if there was anything else he could find, and finally went to Jackson City to have a look.

The helicopter was not slow, and after flying for several hours, they arrived at the outskirts of Detroit.

Sun Yang also searched Detroit for supplies, then sent a small team to slowly gather supplies. He originally wanted to find a flying plane to fly directly to the south, but when he saw the airport, he was dumbfounded.

When he arrived at the airport by helicopter, he was shocked to find that it had been transformed into a survivor camp. The airport rest area and control tower were surrounded by various wooden boards, cars, and metal plates to prevent the infected from rushing in.

The plane had been cut open with various tools, and everything inside had been taken out, even the oil.

I remember that airplane fuel doesn't ignite? Are there different types? Sun Yang, with his limited common sense, scratched his head. No matter what, he couldn't get supplies for the helicopter here.

He couldn't ask the local survivors. It seemed that an internal battle had taken place in the airport rest area. The survivors simply piled the bodies of the dead somewhere and left with the supplies.

Maybe it was because of food shortage, or maybe it was because it was too cold. Whatever the reason, there was no one here anymore.

Sun Yang had no choice but to give up. His fuel was running low. He found a relatively clear highway, parked the helicopter, and switched to an electric car to head toward Jackson City.

While Sun Yang was driving slowly towards Jackson City, the teams stationed in the two cities also began their urban adventures.

44 This is a very common daily combat link

【The communication signal is good.】

[Outdoor temperature: -25 degrees Celsius. Stay alert and keep warm. When should we leave?]

"We're here to get the records, not to open the enemy's brains. Don't be so anxious, and there's no need to be so serious."

Seriously, this is a serious, intense matter. If I don't hear some new heavy metal music, I'm going to go crazy!

Suomi responded seriously. She was carrying a large backpack with some tools like crowbars on the side and several maps she had picked up from a local newsstand. She was squatting in a hotel room, with a Mosin-Nagant, a PPSh, and a Bison beside her (PP19).

A few hundred kilometers away, another Palette team led by Makarov was collecting data at a research institute in Detroit.

[And why are they all Soviet dolls?!] Suomi slapped the sofa hard, stirring up a cloud of dust and making her cough uncontrollably.

"Don't call me a Soviet humanoid just because of the weapon I use... We're all Soviet humanoids, right?" Mosin-Nagant sat on another sofa, her rifle in hand. Her hanging bag was filled with antique-style long-handled grenades. On the other side was an engineer's shovel.

Bobosha no longer wanted to complain about Somi's attitude, so she went straight into hibernation and fell asleep.

The bison lay on the bed with his legs spread out and snored soundly, saying that he wanted to recharge his energy for the next adventure.

[I know, I'm just used to complaining like this... Well, it seems like the snow has stopped outside.] Suomi looked out the window of the hotel and saw that the heavy snow outside had stopped.

[Let's do it. Bison, it's time for us to leave.] Mosin-Nagant called out to the person lying on the bed.

[I've been waiting for you to say that, Captain!] Bison flipped off the bed with a somersault, and the bed board, unable to bear the weight, broke with a snap.

[This squad needs someone to liven up the atmosphere.] Mosin-Nagant nodded, carrying his rifle and climbing down the stairs.

puff!

Legs wrapped in winter combat uniforms sank into the snow. The Mosin-Nagant trudged through the snow, and more plop-plop sounds of the guns falling on the snow came from behind.

A meter-deep layer of snow had completely transformed the city into a vast expanse of white. Only a few shop signs could be barely seen.

The surrounding shops were either closed or had been opened violently. This was an ordinary dilapidated neighborhood. If it weren't for the map, it would have been difficult for the humanoids to find the place.

"I wish I could get a body like the AK15. It's taller, bigger, and has a lot of power. It won't get stuck in this damn snow!" Bobosha complained as he pushed through the waist-deep snow.

"From the parts to the mind, they're all custom-made for the strongest. Not to mention whether we can afford to replace them, our minds are completely incompatible and can't even be driven. Unlike you and I, we're so compatible that I even have parts of you." Suomi and Bobosha walked together, trudging through the snow.

"Don't say that. With such a thick layer of snow, at least we won't encounter any humans. How could someone be so crazy as to come out and rob people in this weather?" Bison said optimistically.

"Stop, be alert! I think I heard some noise in the bookstore," Mosin-Nagant shouted over the comms channel, then quickly dodged behind a car wreck. The rest of the team also found nearby cover.

There was an intersection in front of the dolls, and across from it was a two-story bookstore. Although the windows of the bookstore were all smashed and the inside looked shabby, the sign at the door was still there.

[Somi, Bobosha, go around and take a look through the building next to you. Bison, you follow me.] Mosin-Nagant picked up his pistol and rushed out of the wreckage, followed by Bison.

In less than ten seconds, Mosin-Nagant rushed into the bookstore. Her eyes scanned the surroundings: it was a two-story shop. The books at the entrance to the ground floor were in a mess, battered and rotten by the wind and rain. A thick layer of dust coated the shelves, but a trail of thin footprints stretched deep into the floor. They looked fresh.

"Captain, we've checked the back door, but we don't see any footprints." Bobosha's voice came over.

[Don't come in yet, look for another way in or out.] Mosin-Nagant's eyes followed the footprints all the way forward, and then looked at the ceiling above his head - that is, the floor of the second floor.

There's a door at the back of the first floor, and there's also a staff passage to the second floor. Do you want us to watch?

[Each of you guard a door. I sense an ambush, Bison, prepare for battle. I'm going to fire two shots at the ceiling to scare them out.] Mosin-Nagant held a pistol in one hand and an engineer shovel in the other.

[Roger that.] Bison nodded.

Bang, bang, bang! The Mosin-Nagant fired several shots at the ceiling, and instantly a lot of exclamations and the sound of gunshots were heard from the second floor.

"Rick! We're exposed!" Shouts and the sound of running past came from overhead.

"Impossible! They didn't communicate! Damn it! They are trying to trick us out! Those women are enough for us to eat for several days! Get down quickly! Don't let them run away!" The man named Rick shouted.

[Action.] Mosin-Nagant turned to his rifle and pulled the trigger, aiming at the source of the noise upstairs. The rifle bullet pierced the wooden floor, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground and a wailing sound.

"Shit! Shit! I've been shot! Help me! Help me!"

"Don't panic! Don't panic! You unlucky idiot..."

Bang! The Mosin-Nagant fired another shot, and the man who went to rescue was shot through the chest and fell beside the previous man.

"Ahhhh!! She's downstairs! She's attacking us from below!" the injured man shouted. The survivors around him immediately shouted back to each other. The footsteps overhead became even more chaotic, and some people fired wildly at the injured man's feet.

But the Mosin-Nagant had already quietly moved to another location without making a sound. Meanwhile, the Bison had already rushed through the bookstore and reached the stairs. Three or four men armed with pistols and shotguns had just reached the middle of the stairs.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang! Bison's submachine gun fired all the bullets into the survivors in front of him. The man standing at the back managed to fire a shot, but when it hit Bison's chest, it only broke his clothes. The bullet bounced off when it hit the soft bulletproof vest underneath.

[Oh my! These human weapons are so weak!] The bison rushed directly to the second floor. The survivors shot at the bison in fear, but these worn-out weapons could not hurt the bison's body at all. They were all blocked by the bulletproof vests.

The attacks of these survivors exposed their own positions, and the Bison's hollow-point bullets penetrated them and the bookshelf together.

The rapid deaths of their teammates, coupled with the fear that their weapons couldn't defeat the enemy, broke through the remaining men's psychological defenses. One man even threw his weapon at the buffalo, then turned and ran away without a care in the world. However, the result of this was that he was killed by several bullets.

A man named Rick shouted at everyone to evacuate quickly. These survivors who were calmly squatting and preparing to ambush people a few minutes ago now wished they had two more legs.

"Everyone else, cease fire. Bison, you pursue them for a bit. We still need information on these people's whereabouts. Have them lead us to the camp." Mosin-Nagant reloaded his rifle and pistol.

[Received.] [Received.] Suomi and Bobosha hid their bodies and allowed the fleeing survivors to smash open the second-floor door, pull down the debris at the door, and stumble and run wildly in the snow.

Bison rushed to the second floor door, kicked the debris into the air, and then fired randomly at the people below. The dense barrage of bullets made the people jump into the snow with their heads in their hands. After Bison ran out of bullets, he pretended to have a mechanical problem and hid in the second floor door.

The remaining people no longer had the courage to rush back and fight back. No one wanted to fight an invincible monster. Everyone ran wildly with their arms spread out, leaving countless obvious tracks in the snow.

[Chase.] Mosin-Nagant gave orders to his team members and ran to the second floor, where there was still a survivor who was not dead.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" The survivor, lying on the ground, pressed his thigh, sweat pouring down his head. He tried to move, but his injuries wouldn't allow him to. He watched the Mosin-Nagant walk up the stairs, rifle in hand.

"No! Don't be anxious! I can provide intelligence! Whatever you want! I can give it to you! I, I was forced! If I don't participate, I will die!" He said loudly, Mosin-Nagant put down his weapon, touched his chin, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Madam! Madam! Those people will set an ambush! I can tell you the location of the secret passage! I have disliked them for a long time! But I have no way! I have no power! If you are willing--" The man's words stopped abruptly.

Mosin-Nagant decided not to waste ammunition and took out her engineer shovel.

"Damn! Damn! I told you! I have information!! You will die without me!!" The man shouted at the top of his lungs, but the Mosin-Nagant just swung the shovel down hard and chopped off the survivor's head.

[There may be an ambush at the target location, keep an eye out.] Mosin-Nagant nodded, wiped the blood stains left by the engineer's shovel on the survivor, and then walked out of the second-floor door, landing on the snow and following in the footsteps of his teammates.

In front of the human figure who was deliberately slowing down and slacking off was a haphazardly built slum, and further ahead, the commotion caused by the few remaining survivors awakened the infected people nearby who had not yet been cleared out.

These bandits only regularly cleared out the infected around the residential area, and left the rest there, using them as sentries and camouflage.

The survivors ran to the roofs of the slums, quickly moving between bungalows, and after running for a long time suddenly jumped under the houses.

Somi and Bobosha ran to the outskirts of the slums with the fish. The infected people here did not hear any movement and began to wander around. When they saw two standing human figures, they immediately pounced on them.

But this did not pose any problem for Somi and Bobosha. When the infected people rushed over, their heads would be smashed with a punch or their brains would be pierced with a dagger. At best, the only sound was the sound of fighting.

[These infected have brittle skull bones. They can't compare to EILD.] Bobosha tilted his body slightly, stretched out his leg, tripped the infected who rushed towards him, and then crushed his head with a kick.

[But it's a bit difficult to track them in this environment. Have you located their landing point?] Suomi grabbed the throat of an infected person and gave it an excessive bone correction.

[Of course, the captain said there might be a trap, so be careful.] Bobosha jumped hard and landed on the roof of the bungalow. A faint whine came from the iron roof.

"I think there's something like a torpedo at the door. It's the same old trick. Mosin-Nagant, Bison, we're ready to move on, follow the identification beacon." Suomi also climbed onto the roof and stuck a short stick with special paint and a laser signal on it.

Two humanoids scurried across the rooftops, reaching a place that would have taken humans minutes to reach in less than half a minute. When Suomi reached the spot, he looked down and saw only a cellar trapdoor. There was also a pile of dead leaves and tarpaulins scattered around.

But from the perspective of the humanoids, the leaves and the traps under the tarpaulin were very eye-catching.