If the Global Times were alive and magazines such as China News Weekly were still in publication, the recent cover topic would have been a very striking word "obedience".

Xie Kun lowered his head and took out a palm-sized notebook from the drawer.

He used to have a habit of jotting down important things, and he hasn't changed yet. Xie Kun felt that doing so would help him change his mood, not having to drink so much, and not being controlled by his depressed and sad emotions for a long time. "Men don't cry" is just a nonsense. Crying contributes to the improvement of human thinking and emotions, and negative psychology needs to be vented in this way. Looking at the names of the team battle dead in the notebook, Xie Kun felt an indescribable gloom in his heart. The dense names took up a third of the paper in the notebook, and later, there were so many dead people that he couldn't remember them at all, so Xie Kun could only simplify the procedure and turn them into an indifferent and meaningless number.

There is one more thing.

Today is my birthday.

Everyone, every year, will have such a day.

Xie Kun walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, and the familiar support from the bed frame was transmitted along the skin to the muscles and then into the brain. The sound of "squeaking" is so reassuring that it releases the urge to lie down. Xie Kun sat silently on the edge of the bed for a few seconds, bent down, and pulled out an old cardboard box from under the bed.

The carton is small and contains a few simple things.

There are plush toys that children like: a red-colored Teletubbies, a yellow duck with a flat mouth, and a fat penguin with a fat head, big ears and a dull head.

Xie Kun once discussed with his wife about wanting a child, and he was prepared in advance, collecting all kinds of toys and suitable baby items in the ruins of the city. Now, it's all useless.

Underwear is a personal item belonging to the deceased wife. Xie Kun picked up the bra that had been washed many times, and the surface was a little yellowed, and he slowly rubbed it on his face. He is not a fetish and does not have a kinky hobby. Xie Kun just likes the smell of soap left on it———— deceased wife doesn't like to use laundry detergent, and she can't get rid of the habit of washing clothes with soap.

The light blue shirt was a gift that his wife bought for herself in the year of their marriage. She likes Xie Kun's appearance in a suit and tie very much, and thinks that way she looks like a cultural person. Xie Kun doesn't have many opportunities to wear this shirt, and he will only wear it when he encounters a festival or when everyone is happy.

All of these things are souvenirs. Even in the most difficult times, Xie Kun still kept them.

Believers visit temples, perform mass in churches, pray in mosques, and more devout believers start from their places of residence and bow down one step at a time, leaving their bodies bruised in order to go to the holy places they wish and be blessed by the Buddha...... All of this comes from faith. The gods actually reside in the depths of everyone's heart, but each person's understanding of faith is different. In this world, there are many blasphemers. They just didn't see the miracle happen, and they lost the ability to restrain themselves.

Here, looking at these meaningful souvenirs, Xie Kun felt that his soul was being cleansed from his soul.

This is his shrine, a place where all the memories of the past are kept. Only here can Xie Kun feel calm and peaceful, as well as indescribable stability in his heart.

The living conditions of Xi'an are under extreme threat.

In the past half month, the "Thunder" team has been attacked several times. It was a human retainer from a surrounding city who was at the mercy of the corpses. The number of corpses is not large, but they control more than 100 times the number of humans in their own race. Xie Kun really couldn't understand the thoughts of those attached soldiers———— those people were very brave when they fought, and they could be regarded as qualified veterans in terms of combat skills and experience.

Why can't they fight back and kill the murderous corpse riding above their heads, but instead aim their guns at the humans of their own race?

Xie Kun never understood why.

Order in Xi'an is also being rebuilt, but the pace of construction is far less than that of the surrounding cities that are controlled by the murderous corpses. There are too many resources lacking, especially food. Although Xie Kun has increased the number of people on the suburban farm several times in a row, neither the cultivated area nor the expected harvest amount are satisfactory.

He Chao led people to investigate on various farms and quickly figured out the reason.

Many people do not contribute to work, and the idea of eating a big pot of rice has continued to this era. Everyone is of the same race, so it is naturally impossible to use violent means to forcibly order work like a murderer against a slave. Although the newly built farms have machinery, the arable land is very small. Many people didn't take Xie Kun's orders seriously at all, and even said without fear: Lao Tzu just doesn't do it, I don't believe what they can do to me. It's a big deal that Lao Tzu left this hellish place. Anyway, it's safe outside now, and those monsters can't eat Lao Tzu's head even if they eat people......

"Tuk Tuk!"

There was a knock on the door outside.

Xie Kun heard He Chao's footsteps, he put away the various souvenirs placed on the bed, packed them into cardboard boxes, and stuffed them under the bed. Stand up, walk through the living room, and open the door.

He Chao stood outside, carrying an assault rifle on his shoulder, and asked with concern: "How are you, are you okay?" ”

This was his agreement with Xie Kun———— estimated departure time was set at ten o'clock. If Xie Kun hadn't come out of the room by then, He Chao would have come and knocked on the door.

Xie Kun could no longer see confusion in his eyes. He became very determined, even a little fierce: "It's okay! Are you all set? ”

He Chao smiled faintly: "We are all waiting for you, and we can set off at any time." ”

Xie Kun saw several off-road vehicles parked not far away. They were modified, with steel plates welded to the outside for bulletproofing, and heavy machine guns mounted on the disassembled roofs. There are also several armored trucks with similar modification steps. But they have larger hulls, can accommodate more people, and are more combative.

"Let's go!"

He patted He Chao on the shoulder, and his cold words were full of murderous intent: "Since those guys are unwilling to be honest and obedient, let them understand in our way what rules are." ”

……

No. 3 Farm is located in the eastern suburbs of Xi'an, which is more than 20 minutes' drive from the city. The "Furious Thunder" team has occupied the area for a long time, and all obstacles on the road have been cleared, and the unimpeded convoy is rushing at a speed of 80 kilometers per hour, kicking up countless dust in the cold air.

Two sand barricades were set up at the gate of the farm, and four guards poked their heads out of the fortifications, looking at the motorcade frantically approaching from the road in the distance. They all picked up their guns and aimed them at the off-road vehicles that rushed to the front. Despite being hundreds of meters away, Xie Kun still had a dangerous sign that he was trapped in the aiming hole and could be sniped at any time.

He unceremoniously got up from the back seat of the SUV, controlled the anti-aircraft machine gun in the car with both hands, pointed the muzzle of the gun flat at the farm gate, and used the will of the mutant cells to take aim at those who tried to resist.

"All of them!"

The thunderous sound of gunfire rang out suddenly, spreading sharply in the cold and empty environment. The defenders of the fortifications tried to dodge, but it was too late. Bullets with huge kinetic energy blasted their bodies apart, tearing intact human bodies apart from their chests, waists, and necks.

The convoy did not slow down in the slightest. Wide, heavy rubber tires ran over the slimy flesh and crushed the heads of the dead as they rolled into the middle of the road. The brief jolt had no effect on the passengers in the car, and even aroused their desire to fight.

Entering the farm, more and more guards appeared.

They are all farm workers.

"Who are you?"

"What do you want to do?"

A lot of people are asking the same question, screaming or shouting, and the response is bullets. From the first person killed, the ground was littered with corpses, and more people ran out of the house, men and women, unarmed and armed men. The convoy began to disperse inside the farm, the driver was responsible for driving, nimbly circling in circles, the fighters in the car were responsible for shooting, and heavy machine guns formed crossfire from different directions, pouring death on all visible targets.

Everyone kept in mind Xie Kun's extremely cold explanation before departure.

"After rushing in, don't take any prisoners for ten minutes. Even if they fall on their knees and beg for mercy, they must not surrender. Kill everyone if they deserve. ”

"Control the warehouses and oil depots, and the machinery. They are important. We can find more workers, but we can't conjure fuel and food out of thin air. ”

"They betrayed us, they deserve to die! Must die! ”

The slaughter of the bloody machines completely destroyed the pillars of faith of the rebels. Even though the allotted time had passed, there were still people who sought surrender to be killed. Xie Kun had no intention of stopping the madness of the others. He knew very well that these people were the real followers of the team, the core of the team who followed him and the leader Liu Tianming all the way to the end. Combat power can never be possessed by words, it is the experience of countless killings and countless lives in exchange.

I'm an infected, and our head who is still asleep and doesn't know where.

We are the benchmark of our followers' beliefs.

The number of surrendered people kneeling on the ground gradually increased. By the time the gunfire had completely subsided, there were already hundreds of people asking for surrender. They knelt on the ground in the dark, and gathered together with guns pointed at their heads by armed followers who got off the truck, roaring and roaring. With the gray building as the base wall, five armored trucks formed a semicircle, enclosing them all in it, aiming at them with heavy machine guns.

The cordon is so tight, and there are the same number of off-road vehicles roaming around the perimeter. Trying to escape is simply wishful thinking. Someone kept secretly raising their heads and looking at Xie Kun with eyes full of hatred and anger, as well as He Chao who was standing beside him.

(End of chapter)