At six o'clock the next morning, Li Zicheng got up safely, wrapped a layer of plastic bags as usual, and went out.

Because he compromised with those people last night, after all, life is more important than sixty dollars.

"That damn little bitch smashed all the money that Lao Tzu had worked so hard to save for months was gone..."

Li Zicheng complained about yesterday's girl while going downstairs, and just as he was about to step out of the door on the first floor, he remembered that he would exchange cigarettes for food with the old man today.

So he turned back and went to the shop on the first floor of the apartment to buy a pack of cigarettes.

After all, being a man of his word is the basic principle of Li Zicheng.

The shop is not big, but it is well stocked with alcohol, tobacco, bottled water, bread and other food. There is also a mailbox at the entrance of the store to collect credit, which is very important in this era when communication equipment has long been damaged. And the messenger who is responsible for delivering letters has become one of the most important and dangerous professions in the world.

Probably because the shops are run by gangs, most of the tobacco and alcohol here are unknown, and the prices are much cheaper than those in the city. Although the source of these things is unknown, there are still many people who buy them.

Li Zicheng spent fifteen yuan to buy a box of red box cigarettes, which is the cheapest one, but there are thirty-one boxes outside, which is the only cigarette that can still be produced. It is produced by a small country in the West, because only the land of his country is not polluted, and it is also called "the last pure land in the world".

"Hey, did you hear that?" Huafang: "The new girl who came a few days ago, I heard that she secretly ran away in the early hours of this morning..."

Li Zicheng bought cigarettes and a box of matches, and when he was about to leave, he heard two thugs who were drinking next to him, mentioning "Ji Nu", so he unconsciously stopped his pace.

"Oh? Really? I haven't enjoyed it yet, sir... Tut... Why did you run away, and finally came somewhere..."

"Alas, don't say it, she's been here for two days, and she only received a guest last night, and she was a white prostitute who didn't pay, Sister Hua was very angry when she found out, so she beat her, and finally let Brother Zhang go to collect the money..."

Li Zicheng listened to their conversation and knew that the person they were talking about was the girl last night, and he knew that this account could only be calculated like this, and he still felt a little uncomfortable.

But when he glanced at the clock on the wall, he saw that it was already half past six, so he trotted out of the apartment, and arrived at the grave in less than twenty minutes.

Not far away, he had already seen that the old man had already taken the food and was standing in front of the iron gate waiting for him, but specifically, the cigarette waiting for him.

As usual, Li Zicheng didn't plan to accept his food, but the old man insisted on giving it, so Li Zicheng had no choice but to accept it.

After the old man got the cigarette, he couldn't wait to light one, and took out a letter from his pocket, handed it to Li Zicheng, and said:

"This letter was sent by a messenger from the capital after you left yesterday, saying that I will pass it on to you."

"Oh? Show me..."

Li Zicheng reached out and took the sheepskin envelope, and opened the seal with a dagger full of anticipation, because he felt that the captain must have called him back.

But when he opened the envelope, he found that it was actually a letter about the mission, and the secret index was still A-level.

The envelope reads:

Dear soldiers

Hello!

Due to the fact that the spy planted by our country in the northern country passed away due to an unexpected situation, the intelligence plan of our country to the northern country was halted halfway. Therefore, there is an urgent need for a valiant soldier to travel to the Northland to continue the investigation of the "Plan A" and the search for the cause of the death of the former spy. After being introduced by the squad leaders in each unit, we have negotiated with the meeting and decided to send you on this mission. So please go to Chengjiang Pier on June 13, 2040, and someone will pick you up there. I wish you a safe return from your mission!

Commander Hua

June 9, 2040

After Li Zicheng read the letter, he knew that this mission was completely because no one in the team was willing to take it, so the captain recommended him.

"Damn, it's really a pit teammate, it's home!"

Li Zicheng couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

Not to mention the difficulty of this task, the infection rate in the northern country alone is frightening.

There are only about 10 million surviving people in the north, and the infection rate has already accounted for 80% of the living population. In the south, there are more than 20 million surviving people, and the infection rate is not as high as in the north, at only 60 percent.

However, the captain has already named him in front of the commander to go, so he can't let the captain lose face in front of the commander.

So, there is no choice but to bite the bullet. This letter was written by Commander Hua on the 9th, and today it is already the 11th.

There were only less than two days left before the time to meet at Chengjiang Wharf, so Li Zicheng could only say goodbye to the old man briefly, returned to the apartment, packed his things, and started to hurry.

From here to Chengjiang Wharf, there are 200 kilometers, because the highway is in disrepair, so it has long been impossible to drive, and can only take the national highway.

In the evening, a military van came to pick him up.

The driver was a veteran in his fifties, wearing a pair of black round-framed sunglasses, a beard like Mr. Lu Xun, and a military large-brimmed hat, giving the impression of an American officer.

There were also ten recruits in the car who were going to Chengjiang to garrison, and they all looked solemn, probably because they were going to the frontier to garrison, so their faces were full of worry. However, the veteran knew that they were new recruits and jokingly said:

"Who doesn't start by guarding the frontier, maybe one day if he gets shot, a leg or something, he can go home with meritorious service..."

There were also three hitchhiker merchants, who also went to Chengjiang.

The veteran chattered and drank every now and then, so the car didn't drive very fast, and the average speed remained at forty yards. He said that he has been a soldier for 24 years, has experienced warlord wars and wars between the North and the South, and has been in the military for ten years before the outbreak of the virus.

He replied in a casual tone:

"Is there such a thing as a military rank useful? Lao Tzu, I just feel that staying in the city every day is too boring, and I want to help the troops run long distances, pull you frontier soldiers running around, and take a look at the scenery on the way..."

Li Zicheng listened to his answer and didn't say anything, just turned his head to look out the window.

It was getting dark, and the car was now passing through a town, and through the windows you could see that the roadside was neatly built with houses, but they had already been damaged by the gangs, and they looked like houses ready to be demolished. Because the area is remote, the government did not send people to renovate it.

Although it is in a dilapidated state, there are still people living here. The supply team would come once a year, and these people survived on these supplies, because there were no jobs here, let alone shops, so they had to survive on the regular supplies sent by the government. They have no jobs or income, and are also refugees by the government.

The veteran suddenly stopped, turned his head and told everyone:

"We are here for a night's rest... Well... You guys come over here..."

The veteran pointed to a few soldiers who were chatting and said loudly:

"Yes, yes, it's you, come here, I order you as a corporal, now go around here and find a place to stay for the night"

Several soldiers were stunned for a moment, a little incompatible, his rank was actually sergeant, you must know that their squadron leader is also a sergeant. But as soon as I heard him say that he had been serving in the special forces for ten years before the outbreak of the virus, he obeyed. Even if it's not, veterans, as their seniors, should also take on the task of finding a place to live, and they can't let a senior find shelter for the younger generations, right?