"I got this radio signal at an auction at the Qiancheng base."

Wang Wenjun explained tremblingly.

"As long as we send a signal, this thing will automatically respond with a string of signals. It still exists two years after the end of the world. ”

"And it's not the kind of stylized response that people think represents some kind of information."

Listening to Wang Wenjun's story, Sun Peng and the others pricked up their ears, but the tall and thin soldier in front of Wang Wenjun was a little red-faced and thick-necked.

"However, the location of this signal is in the area of Xincheng, and it is not easy for us to reach here in Qiancheng."

"The large number of Armida protozoa and strange fish in the river make several other groups in the base unwilling to pay too much to come."

"And I used to think that this thing was just a toy, but through an opportunity, I heard that this signal seems to be from the secret base of the former military region."

In Wang Wenjun's telling, the muscles on the faces of several soldiers in front of him jumped and jumped.

"Then my team lost in a firefight, and I was left with only a bunch of old brothers and enemies in the city......"

Wang Wenjun showed a little resentment: "I brought everyone here after a lot of hardships, looking for opportunities. ”

"I didn't expect that as soon as I came to this place, I was ambushed."

Speaking of this, Wang Wenjun glared at Sun Peng viciously.

"Then, you will know what is going on next, sir."

After Wang Wenjun finished speaking, the somewhat tall and thin soldier could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart, and he threw a punch to knock Wang Wenjun to the ground.

"Nyima! Every time you send a signal, we are responding! ”

"Ahhh

"We stuck here, and that's how it ended!"

Gong Zhiyun was still a little puzzled, grabbed Wang Wenjun, and asked while beating him.

"Where is the Eighteenth Army of the Qiancheng Military Region? Lieutenant General Zhang Jingren, where are these commanders? ”

Gong Zhiyun almost crushed the roots of his teeth.

…………

At the beginning, when the apocalypse broke out in the third month, as the commander of the second company of the special operations battalion of the military region, Gong Zhiyun received an order.

"Comrade Gong Zhiyun, we need you to go to the secret warehouse in the new city and hold on to it until we launch a counteroffensive!"

Gong Zhiyun will always remember every word of Lieutenant General Zhang Jingren, the supreme commander of the remnants of the army, when he gave him orders.

"It's a very difficult task, and there is a lot of oil in that combat warehouse."

"Now these monsters are devouring oil like crazy, and we have to defend it."

"Maybe with our ability, it will take a long time to be able to counterattack anywhere, you have to persevere, for the motherland!"

Looking at the blood-stained appearance of the lieutenant general's comrade, Gong Zhiyun raised his right hand high and took the order.

With the remaining thirty-two fighters of the special operations battalion, Gong Zhiyun and the others rushed out of the encirclement of the Amida protozoa.

With a sense of mission, I came to this combat readiness warehouse that was not even marked on the second-level military map.

For this, they paid the price of the sacrifices of many comrades-in-arms, and when they arrived at this place, the powerful special operations battalion was only a mere twelve people left.

The troops that once had a long history and a strong style were left with only a little bit of fire left for them.

More than a year has passed, so that the once fierce and powerful warriors have gradually withered, but they have always held on, holding on to the day when the big army arrived.

But now, the transmitter, which was regarded as a secret in the army, actually fell into the hands of a group of stragglers?

…………

"You say, where is the Eighteenth Army?"

Gong Zhiyun actually had the answer in his heart, but he couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it!

"Ahem, Lieutenant General Zhang Jingren and the former Eighteenth Army, all of them died in battle......"

Wang Wenjun suddenly burst into a burst of laughter.

"Hahaha, you can't imagine it, the soldiers are fighting in the front, and the officials are cutting off their ammunition supply in the back, saying that they want to teach them a lesson!"

"Right under the nose of the Amida protozoa, hahaha!"

Wang Wenjun pushed away Gong Zhiyun, who was a little shocked.

"Now there is no government, no army! Lao Tzu only believes in himself, only believes in himself! ”

"You're lying!"

"It's impossible, no one would be so short-sighted!"

Gong Zhiyun couldn't believe it.

"Hahaha, those officials didn't expect the army to collapse all at once, they just wanted to let the soldiers die a third and control it better!"

Wang Wenjun's miserable laughter was filled with endless despair and accusation!

"Who are you? How could you possibly know such a thing? ”

Even Sun Peng and their side had a question.

"Lao Tzu is in charge of logistics! Back then, when my brothers and I sent ammunition boxes to the front, you were still eating at home! ”

Wang Wenjun turned his head and yelled at Sun Peng.

"You're just staying here, I'm watching those Amida protozoa bite their comrades to death!"

Wiping a handful of the blood that had just been beaten on his face, Wang Wenjun also let out an angry roar.

Everyone has a story, they just don't tell it to everyone.

Just when they were competing with each other to make their voices louder, suddenly the jungle not far away shook for a while.

A soldier disguised with weeds all over his body suddenly appeared in front of people.

"Company commander, a survivor is here!"

"Huh?"

Gong Zhiyun grabbed the rifle beside him.

"What's going on with this Nima?"

The hearts of Gong Zhiyun and his comrades-in-arms around him were full of doubts.

In this era, there is not one survivor in a hundred, and they didn't find a few people near the warehouse before, why did so many people appear at once in the past two days?

"Alert!"

"Stun them all!"

At this moment, Gong Zhiyun returned to the elite of the original special operations battalion.

"Hey!"

Wang Wenjun and the others struggled to say something, but they were knocked out by the soldiers one by one.

"Company commander, there seems to be a former soldier in that group, and the combat posture is very standard."

"I'm a little confused right now, so let's ignore all of them and take them prisoner."

Gong Zhiyun checked the rifle in his hand and commanded in a low voice.

"We are defending this place for the Motherland, and this order has not been revoked, understand?"

Beside him, a dozen or so warriors with yellow faces and thin muscles, but their eyes shining like wolves, all nodded.

"Let's go! Firearms can be used if necessary! ”

Gong Zhiyun will not change his mind because of Wang Wenjun's words, as an elite, they have received special training against prisoners.

What to do with the future will be until all these survivors are captured, or, after they are killed, then we will think about it!