As for the giant flying insects of unknown origin, the base research institute is currently analyzing the resulting fragments. The virus has destroyed the entire military surveillance system, making it impossible to monitor these bugs, let alone find their nests.

This war has to go on.

When he first arrived in New Beijing and took over the position from Yin Yi, Yin Wenhua once felt full of confidence and felt confident that he could control everything.

But now, it's clear that many things are not as simple as they seem.

The military personnel scattered in the various bases are very important, and their importance is even greater than the steady stream of "new recruits" in the new Beijing base. Yin Wenhua didn't like those guys at all. They will not do anything, a lot of them are civilian recruiters. These are not survivors outside the base. They were among the first civilians to be protected. Of course, they are not high-ranking officials, nor are they rich people, they are ordinary people. When the virus broke out, they were very close to the new Beijing base, so they were naturally included in the protection system.

Both Yin Yi, the current supreme commander of the base, and Yin Wenhua, the deputy commander, have angrily scolded the guy who made the decision to "save civilians" on different occasions.

Look what kind of goods we've saved!

These civilians are lazy, they don't want to do anything. Since being rescued, he has been staying in the residential area all day. In fact, there are many jobs available at the base: expansion, strengthening of defense forces, rationalization of existing land, and the need for manpower in various logistics departments...... More than half a year has passed, and the situation of the civilian quarters at the new Beijing base has changed greatly from the beginning. It became dirty and messy, full of sewage and garbage, and violent cases of all kinds were frequent.

Very few civilians are willing to come out to work. They are obsessed with the city that has been reduced to ruins, and the expensive properties in the city that are worth more than a million units. It is no exaggeration to say that almost every one of these civilians who were able to stay in the new Beijing base was a millionaire. From a peacetime point of view, this is not excessive. Because of this, they still have unrealistic hopes for the future. For example, now, these bastards would rather receive relief rations with the lowest nutritional caloric index, the fewest quantity, and the most unpalatable taste every day, rather than respond to the call of the base and take the initiative to take on the tasks issued by the head of the logistics department.

Those who have never eaten relief rations will never understand what kind of terrible food it is.

For the substance of water, the virus has an inherent sense of resistance. The sea is a world that the virus can never enter. Marine life has also been spared, and the fisheries sector has been able to supply large quantities of seafood to various military bases. The finest quality seafood is of course supplied to front-line combatants, and all kinds of salvaged small fish and dried shrimp are still sent to food processing factories to be dried and crushed into minced food rations as part of the relief rations, according to the old peacetime rules.

There are many types of additives: sawdust, bone meal, bran and some distiller's grains.

It's not hard to see why. Alcoholic beverages will always occupy a share of war supplies. Although there are many ways to synthesize alcoholic beverages by technical means, and industrial raw materials can also be used for blending, brewed products have the importance of blending goods that cannot be replaced. Frontline combatants, in particular, have mutated cells in their bodies that are sensitive to the difference between brews and blends. Therefore, in the logistics management area of the new Beijing base, the distillery will consume a lot of grain and will also produce a lot of distiller's grains. The amount of these lees is so large that it is more than enough to feed domestic animals such as pigs. Rather than wasting it in vain, it should be used to make relief rations.

Mix all kinds of added materials, inferior rice, coarse flour, bran, beans, a little meat meal, vegetable oil, salt and some seasonings, and after simple drying and molding technology, there will be pieces of relief rations with a volume similar to soap, dark yellow in color, and a pungent smell similar to instant noodles.

This stuff isn't tasty. It is very hard, and you must keep drinking water when eating, otherwise it will be difficult for the dry and hard pieces to swallow down the esophagus. From the point of view of the nutrition required by the human body, relief rations are actually very good, two pieces of dry food with a total weight of 400 grams, which can meet the energy consumption of a whole day. Compressed dry food makes you feel full when your stomach swells and you don't feel hungry.

For the civilian population, such relief rations have always been distributed free of charge. Yin Wenhua has cursed the big man who made this decision more than once. In his opinion, as long as the distribution of relief rations is stopped, he has a way to clean up these civilians and let them multiply the efficiency of the entire new Beijing according to their own intentions.

More than six million civilians have gathered here. It was a separate area. Even if there are signs of virus infection, the military has the ability to control it in the first place.

Yin Wenhua didn't want these people at all.

He would rather recruit survivors from outside the base than waste time and supplies on this waste. If it weren't for the fact that civilians were willing to accept recruits and become a supplementary part of the training camp, Yin Wenhua would have issued an extermination order a long time ago and killed all this damn garbage.

The reason why they are willing to accept recruitment is, of course, because of the preferential treatment and the large amount of material that has been paid in advance.

Yin Wenhua didn't understand why the above wanted to feed these guys in vain.

No matter how many protests are filed, there is always a fluttering sentence on it———— they are important, and whether you accept them or not, you must carry out the order without discount.

On the issue of civilians, Yin Yi's feelings are similar to those of Yin Wenhua. It's just that more often than not, he is silent, focusing on other aspects.

New surveillance systems are being set up, and the threat of those giant flying insects is too great, and it is necessary to know where they are coming from. and the specific location of their nests.

There is also the collection of left-behind personnel scattered in various military bases.

In Yin Wenhua's view, these people are the key and foundation for winning the war. Their importance far exceeds that of civilians, one former is worth a thousand of the latter, and even more.

……

The sun shines on the earth, alternating between the dark side and the light side. This change will continue until the entire galaxy goes from prime to exhaustion and dies out completely.

The train starts again.

Yang Yanhong got up very early, and the cold cold water stimulated her skin, making her suddenly sober from a state of confusion. Watching Luo Kuan throw Xu Liran out of the carriage, Yang Yanhong never went up and said a word. She turned around and walked into the train control room.

"Please, don't do that!"

"Don't drive me away, I won't dare again! Give me a chance! I don't dare, I really don't dare. ”

"Sister Yanhong, help! You can help me say something! I really don't have any idea of you! I made those dumplings for Brother Luo last night, and I was helping him. ”

"You can't leave me like this, there is no village in front of here, there is no shop in the back, where can I go?"

"None of you will die well! All the male thieves and female prostitutes are shameless bastards. Dog mongrel, if Lao Tzu has three long and two short, he will not let you go! ”

From pleading to crying, to scolding later, the interval was only a few minutes.

Luo Kuan had a cigarette in his mouth, his left hand in his trouser pocket, and a thin bamboo pole as a whip in his right hand, standing at the door of the carriage with a leisurely expression, waving it towards Xu Liran, who was running behind the train, crying and shouting and scolding all the time.

The train has just started and is not fast. Luo Kuan didn't think about Xu Liran's life, and when he kicked him out of the carriage, he also threw him a bag with food and water by the way.

Bamboo poles cut through the air, making a "whirring" sound. Every time Xu Liran wanted to reach out and grab the door handle of the carriage, Luo Kuan would always see the opportunity and be ruthless. It's not deadly, but it's painful. Xu Liran had several red marks on his arms and face, but he still chased after him, looking for an opportunity to climb into the car.

He shouted so loudly that on several occasions he even felt like it was enough to puncture his eardrums. There was a process from starting to accelerating the train, and Xu Liran completely lost the opportunity to get on the train again.

In the distance, on the rubble of the railroad tracks, more than a dozen ragged corpses appeared. The roar of the train's massive engine was so exciting and striking in the empty world, and mutated creatures emerged from their hiding corners to see what kind of delicious breakfast awaited them.

Their changes are noticeable, both from clothes and body. The concepts of "occlusion" and "beauty" mean nothing in the brains of the murderous corpses. Whether it's a man's indispensable underwear or a woman's usual bra, they seem to be a restraint that doesn't help the body. They just don't realize that these clothes can actually be taken off their bodies, and they still cling to an appearance that they don't like, or even disgust, and run wildly along the tracks that have never ended in sight, following the train that has started slowly.

Luo Kuan stood at the top of the rear part of the car and saw Xu Liran being knocked down from behind by a murderous corpse. Without thinking, he picked up his rifle, aimed at the murderous corpse that was about to gnaw Xu Liran's neck and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the target accurately, hitting the corpse in the jaw, blasting the entire skull, along with the teeth, to pieces.

Xu Liran felt that this was simply the best opportunity given to him by God, and also felt that it might be that Luo Kuan didn't want to continue this terrible torture. He got up from the ground in spite of everything, and ran in the middle of the tracks with an astonishing span, shouting with tears and ecstasy: "Thank you, Brother Luo, thank you!" Help me! Don't leave me here. ”

The speed of the train is picking up.

(End of chapter)