In the midst of the protests and opposition of the people on Jiangxin Island, the Far Salvation Association uncharacteristically implemented a high-pressure policy and made every effort to implement the resettlement plan. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The opposition from the Xinyuanjiang side is not weak, and the already saturated inner city cannot accommodate tens of thousands of outsiders, not to mention that these people will not only grab their homes, but also compete for limited jobs and resources, squeezing their already very narrow living space in all directions.

Therefore, most of the people of Xinyuanjiang are opposed to this matter, and even hate those residents who have moved from Jiangxin Island. But no one could oppose the decision of Commander Liu and Chairman Yang. Dense residential areas were evacuated, shelters were rearranged, and construction teams worked day and night to build simple container houses.

Unlike the building system that represented the "fashion trend" in peacetime, these container houses are real containers.

The container, which was originally used to load goods, has now become the new residence of the residents of Jiangxin Island after a simple transformation, and the conditions are many times worse than the comfortable and warm housing on Jiangxin Island, which has caused many complaints.

Members of the think tank in the president's office of the Far Rescue Association estimated that the immigration plan, which would take at least a week, was basically completed in less than three days.

On the one hand, it was because Yang Xiaoqian decisively ordered to leave the supplies and only give them away, and on the other hand, because of the large amount of help provided by the 258th Division: the 258th Division sent troops to help escort the people, and also brought many modified vehicles.

Each minibus, bus, and school bus can carry dozens of people, and 10,000 people on Jiangxin Island only need more than 300 modified vehicles to carry them back to Xinyuanjiang, avoiding the trouble of going on foot after going ashore. In this way, not only the time to rush is saved, but also the trouble of running back and forth between the escort troops is saved, which greatly improves the efficiency of immigration.

After that, the members and relatives of the Far Rescue Association who stayed on Jiangxin Island also began to evacuate in batches with supplies.

Over the course of a week, the constant flotilla of ships had almost emptied Jiangxin Island, and the constant flow of supplies to Xinyuanjiang had gradually reduced the opposition of Xinyuanjiang - of course, this was only temporary.

At noon, Yang Xiaoqian stood in front of the monument, silently staring at the name on it, at this time Jiangxin Island had fallen into a dead silence, no longer lively.

All the people and most of the members of the Far Rescue Society have evacuated Jiangxin Island, and now only the members of the president's office, more than a dozen awakened people affiliated with the Far Rescue Society, and the ruling team guarding the exhibition hall remain on Jiangxin Island.

During this week, the surrounding waters were calm and calm, there was no abnormal movement, and Jiangxin Island did not suffer any attacks. But Yang Xiaoqian had an intuition that Bai must be hiding in some unknown corner, watching and listening to every move here, like a hunter in the shadows, quietly waiting for the prey to reveal its flaws.

In this competition, both sides are hunters and both are the prey of the other.

"President, President!"

Xiao Dan's voice is so impatient, this girl is always so unbreathable. Yang Xiaoqian chuckled lightly and turned his head to look back.

Xiao Dan's face was pale, her two long legs kept walking, Gao Gen's shoes had long been kicked and gone, the stockings on the soles of her feet were worn by the rough ground, and the toes and soles were oozing blood, but she didn't seem to know the pain, and ran desperately, desperately.

"Plop"

The white and tender little feet stepped on a small stone, Xiao Dan fell to the ground, rolled twice, and his knee broke a bowl-sized wound, Xiao Dan didn't even look at it, and even rolled and crawled to get up from the ground.

"What's wrong?" Yang Xiaoqian, who was dozens of meters away, suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Dan, stretched out his hand to help Xiao Dan, his face was solemn, "What happened?" ”

"New Yuanjiang, zombies, overwhelming!"

Xiao Dan, who was incoherent, raised his trembling right hand and held a mobile phone in his palm.

………………

Two hours ago.

A special team left the outer city of Xinyuanjiang, which was not protected by the city walls.

With the gradual increase in the number of settlers in Xinyuanjiang, the city's sewage discharge capacity has been significantly insufficient, and countless people in the slums have spilled urine and urine on the roads, and some people even defecate directly on the street, and the 258th Division cannot manage it even if it wants to.

People have three urgencies, even if they are the king of heaven, can they still not let people and pee?

However, if residents are allowed to dump wastewater, excrement and all kinds of household waste, it will inevitably lead to a series of serious consequences such as the spread of epidemics.

So, a team of professional plumbers, escorted by a team of elite soldiers, left Xinyuanjiang and tried to reactivate the city's sewers.

Unlike other urban public facilities, urban sewers are resilient and do not require sophisticated machines to run all the time, nor do they require a lot of manpower and energy to repair.

The Maxim sewer left by the Idaraians to the Romans was put into use until today, 2,500 years later, and the same is true of the "underground dragon" in Ganzhou, China, 900 years ago.

Although the sewers of the Yuanjiang River are not as good as them, it is impossible to block the bad drains without pigging for half a year. So, it should be a fairly easy task, and when you think about the great rewards, every plumber smiles on their faces.

When they opened the entrance to the main underground sewer road, no one could have imagined that they had opened a door to hell.

The first three experienced masters to go down quickly radioed back the news.

"Something isn't right." The plumber who took the lead turned on the headlamp on his helmet, and the light of the flashlight shone into the distance of the black hole, and the sight of the light in the eyes scared him to the point that his legs went limp.

In front of you are an intricate network of pipes, not sewers that were originally used to drain sewage, but walkways that have been clearly excavated.

And on the other side of the passage, densely packed with shadows, crowded with stiff figures.

"Ahh

"Run, run!" The first worker to spot turned around and ran, and the two workers behind him scrambled towards the well.

But in the end, none of them survived.

On the ground, manhole covers were opened one after another, and countless holes suddenly appeared, and cone-arm mutants with conical arms capable of digging underground passages jumped out, and then went underground, constantly digging new entrances and exits.

At every entrance, there are thousands of zombies like flies in a, surging out wildly with a foul smell.

Thousands of corpses converged into a sea, a sea of corpses, swallowing the sky and the earth.

Every mutant recorded in the Mutant Catalogue appears in a sea of corpses that has no end in sight.

In the center of this vast ocean, a giant hand tore through the ground.

In the sky, 300 bat-wing mutants stretched their flesh wings to form a black cloud, soaring under the dome, covering the sunlight and overlooking all beings.