Aoki River.

Inside the Wei family compound.

The well-preserved wooden furniture makes the whole environment look antique, and in the center of the room is a copper charcoal stove, which crackles and burns, and the fire illuminates the dim room a little.

A half-white man was lying on a rocking chair and shaking, his eyes closed as if he was pretending to sleep, and beside him stood a woman in a white robe, whose facial features and contours, if not mutated, should be a beauty over seventy.

In a large group of Inhuman tribes living a life of Ru Mao drinking blood, it is not possible for ordinary people to live such a comfortable life.

The man lying in the rocking chair is none other than the strongest of the Inhuman tribe, the leader of the Inhuman Alliance, the God King.

There was a rhythmic knock at the door, three times.

The man's brow furrowed.

"Come in." The voice is very steady, and there is no trace of emotion, but I can't hear a trace of old feeling.

The door opened, and three men walked in, kneeling on one knee.

"Nine Babies."

"Ning Wanwu."

"Stone respect."

"See Your Majesty!"

The God King waved his hand, and the attendant Jiuying opened a document and said competently.

"The nine tribes are divided into two groups, and they have been marching towards Chuyang and Luoyang, among which the Sword King Department is the most powerful and the most modernized, with a total of 6,000 armored regiments dispatched, including thirty 155 mm plus howitzers, twenty assault combat vehicles, and one self-propelled artillery."

After listening to the attendant's report, the god-king half-opened his eyes, and his fingers tapped regularly on the armrest.

After a long time, he groaned a few times and spoke slowly.

"What about Li Dingshi? Is there anything unusual about his troops? ”

This Li Dingshi is a little smarter than the others, a little brainy, a little idealistic, and the so-called weapons and food did not make him confused.

"He sent a task force to Luoyang, and he also sent an armored convoy to Weiyang, but they didn't break into the city, but followed our team three miles behind." The attendant Jiuying said softly.

The God King suddenly opened his eyes, and when he smiled, the folds on his face were all stacked on top of each other, like a little old man's defenselessness.

It's just that the laughter is cold and gloomy.

"Everyone wants to be a dictator, but if they don't have a clear strategic layout, they will only be one level higher than the peasant uprising."

Loose alliances, a combination of interests, all it takes just a little temptation, and everyone frantically flocks to that trap.

"Almost, huh?" The god-king took an iron rod and stirred it in the stove at will, and smiled.

The three of them just looked at him expressionlessly, with solemn expressions.

"Bring the box."

The attendant Jiuying's face suddenly showed a look of ecstasy, and he immediately turned around and ran out, and within ten seconds, he carried a black box and pushed it over on the table.

It's a military-grade lockbox.

Opening the combination lock, his hand stopped three centimeters above the red button.

He suddenly pulled out a photo, on which was clearly printed a happy family of three.

A young woman twenty-two years younger than him, conceived a child for him just after graduating from college, the child was just half a year old, and when it was cooked, it was just a pile of rotten meat in a pot, nothing special.

In the third month, on the first day of snow, she lay on her warm corpse and vowed in tears that she would end the end of the zombie apocalypse and restore peace and tranquility.

And then ate her.

Born out of mutation and ruins, new races must be reborn to show their vitality, killing, swallowing, and absorbing the best of the old while discarding their own weaknesses.

On this planet, it's not just zombies, beasts, and humans that evolve, Inhumans should be the highest level of existence.

The vast Inhuman tribe has long been formed, and it has grown strong in the flames of war in the south, and the sparks are getting more and more sparked.

However, this spark is too scattered.

Even if the battle of Xishu made him see a brilliant future, he just saw it.

Whenever the rights and interests of the individual are touched, all people become selfish and stupid.

Endless quarrels, fighting each other, no unified order, and the strangers always stay at the level of rogues.

He's had enough of the great opportunities to rise, ruined by endless selfishness.

Humanity has become completely hostile to them because of that person's existence, and they are once again standing in the united front.

Inhumans, it's time to unite.

If it continues, these so-called kings are no match for humans at all, and can only be cut off and dug out isocrystals for dissection on the operating table.

This situation was pulled up by him, and the achievements of Yiren today were established by him with countless efforts.

Inhumans, need Hitler-style dictators!

"Nine Infants, what will you say about me in the Inhuman history books of later generations? Will you list me a separate family? Biographies? ”

The attendant obviously didn't know much about traditional culture, and there was a puzzled expression on his face, but Ning Wanwu was excited and said.

"With His Majesty's grand blueprint and merits, it should be included in this era, and the god king will be in this era!"

"Kami-king Honki.... Kami-King Benki! Hahaha.... Kami-King Benki! ”

"Whether it's a hero or a sinner of another person, let future generations evaluate it!"

He sneered, clenched his fists instantly, and slammed them down.

The flames that soared into the sky ignited, and the secret base of the Sword King clan was blown into ruins, leaving only a few survivors and brought to the Sword King.

At the same time, dozens of kilometers away, a confrontation broke out in Weiyang and Luoyang.

It was a battle between Inhumans, a civil war.

......

"What do you think the king is going to do?" A soldier with a 95 automatic rifle and a steel plate welded into armor walked ahead.

"Phew! How the hell do I know? ”

The comrades walking beside him looked a little taciturn, the improvised helmets made of alloy armor removed from the human armor swaying from side to side, and the yellow eyes looked around, showing his uneasy mood.

They belong to the Tiejing tribesmen who are marching towards Luoyang.

TWO ARMORED ARTILLERY VEHICLES, TEN ASSAULT PICKUPS WITH HEAVY MACHINE GUNS OF 12.7 MM, THREE ARMORED VEHICLES, AND 200 THIRD-ORDER INHUMAN FIGHTERS.

The equivalent of one-fifth of the current main force has been pushed to the front.

There are still eleven kilometers left, and they are about to reach Luoyang City, which they didn't fight last time, where they lost more than 150,000 zombie cannon fodder, and now they think about it, and the two of them still have palpitations in their hearts.

When will humans still have such strong firepower? I haven't encountered such a strong resistance in Xishu!

The pre-battle order given to them by Li Dingshi was very strange, as long as they followed the armored team of the God King Department and waited for new orders, even if the other party attacked Luoyang City, they had to wait.

What kind of task is this, winter tourism?

It was not only the soldiers in the front line who were extremely nervous, but also the snake sitting in the armored car with a frown.

Staring at the armor of the God King Department in front of him, his eyes unconsciously revealed a greedy look......