There is no one who flees from Jianghai or Yongzhou to Yangshan Port who is not afraid of monsters.

Many of them have witnessed their own family members or friends die at the hands of monsters, and have also watched their companions turn into monsters. Even if they hadn't, most of them had heard the veterans describe the collapse of the river and the sea, where the positions were crushed by the incoming monsters, and hundreds of people were eaten alive.

The overwhelming dark red color appeared in their nightmares countless times, and it was a nightmare that almost everyone must face every night.

This makes it completely impossible for them to muster up the courage when they come face to face with the monster.

Even if it was only a few hundred heads, not even one of them was more than thirty meters in size.

Ninety percent of the people fired the first shot from outside the effective range, some were so nervous that they pulled the trigger so hard that they ran out of bullets, and many more desperately poured bullets at them, trying to eliminate them from a safe distance.

For them, the safer distance is as far away as possible.

Unlike on the island, which is separated by dozens of kilometers of sea, the monsters seem to have become nothing, just demons that must visit in their dreams every night. They will make you scream and wake up in the endless darkness, bringing cold sweats, nervous breakdowns, and the grumbling of your companions, but they will not do any real harm.

On the island, hunger is even more frightening.

Every day, people die of starvation, and the sheriff's cart pulling corpses walks through the middle of the road dozens of times a day, which makes everyone intuitively think of themselves.

On what day will I fall?

A week, a month, or a year?

No one dared to think further. Because they all know how many people there are on the island and how much food there is.

In the end, he will die.

This extremely pessimistic thinking is not immune even to those soldiers who still have adequate security for the time being.

When the headquarters and sheriff's office came to solicit volunteers with news of the victory, the fear caused people to rush to the registration point.

Take back the grain!

The slogan of the Public Relations Department is very simple. On the leaflet for everyone, the detailed goal is also very simple: to recapture Wusong Harbor, and bring back enough food and weapons for the whole island before those sea monsters arrive again.

As they were divided into more and more detailed groups based on their pre-apocalyptic skills, the objectives became more fragmented and more specific: to clear the shipping lanes and pilotage, to clean the port and cargo yards, and to handle and unload. Responsible for repairing cranes and lifting them at the port, repairing vehicles at the port and assigning dispatch vehicles, clearing roads and maintaining order...... Everyone can only see their own group's tasks. This reassures them knowing that the whole task has been broken down into countless small steps, and while they are busy with their own things, there must be another team in charge of other things. And this is the life they have become accustomed to long before the end of the world.

They know that there will be many unexpected surprises between the various links. For example, the two colliding freighters, such as the workers who fell into the sea and became monsters, such as the ship that should have been in the port was mistakenly lined up by the navigator, but this is the normal rhythm of life before the end of the day, there will always be such and such problems in the work, and there will always be people who come out to think of solutions, and the results of everyone's work will eventually come together to achieve the simple and straightforward goal before: to recapture the grain!

But they didn't think they were going to face those man-eating monsters again.

The people who had already landed on the dock panicked.

"Ceasefire! Cease fire! An officer angrily kicked the soldier in the ass one by one. He is a veteran from Jianghai. After two major rashes, all comrades-in-arms and relatives have died in the chaos.

Fear has carved more deep marks on his heart than anyone else. But the clumsy appearance of these recruits made him out of anger, and he had long forgotten his fears.

"Ceasefire for all!" He exclaimed. "It takes a bullet to kill them within fifty meters! Did Utamar forget? Give me a ceasefire! Cease fire! ”

Thanks to his efforts and the efforts of the other officers, the gunfire finally stopped, but more soldiers ran out of bullets from their magazines. Some of them began to want to flee, and the officers stare at them with guns in their hands, not hiding at all the intention to kill whoever ran first.

Only the mortar crew was still trying, and their target finally got back after the initial panic, and one monster after another was blown into a pulp by the whistling shells in the run, and with the joint efforts of a dozen artillery crews, the attacking monsters finally fell into the mud before they reached the bottom limit of the recruit's escape.

"Keep working!" Fang Pusheng's hanging heart finally fell, and he stood on the top of the crane cab and shouted loudly. "The monsters have been destroyed! They are no match for us! We're already an hour late, so let's get running! ”

After the sound of artillery and gunfire had completely stopped, the crowd in the harbor finally regained its composure and began to act according to the tasks assigned in advance. But two hours after the first ship landed, the abandoned containers piled up in the yard and port area are still piling up, less than a quarter of them have been cleared. The two colliding ships blocked an entire berth, and the truck cranes, forklifts and car mechanics who were supposed to be the first to land were left behind by the unfamiliar pilots, and it was impossible to land for a while.

Fang Pusheng was so angry that his stomach hurt because of the endless situation, if it wasn't for Bai Bohuan taking the initiative to take over those troublesome jobs, he would have brandished a pistol and started killing people a long time ago.

"It's too slow! It's too slow! He paced back and forth in place, a strong sense of nervousness and uneasiness enveloping him, and he could not be at ease for a moment.

After they are out, another group of ships will be sent to burn the carcasses soaked in the sea around Daishan Island, and scientists believe that burning them before they rot and stink will help the carcasses attract distant whales, or at least slow down the process, and greatly extend the time that the fleet can sail freely between Big 6 and the island.

But Fang Pusheng was strongly suspicious of this, and in the scene Zhang Siping described to him, the blood that flowed from them made almost the entire seaway red. Sharks are said to be able to smell the faint smell of blood from several kilometers away, and Fang Pusheng is worried that those mutant whales will have a stronger sense of smell. From time to time, he contacted speedboats sent out to the open sea to ask if they had seen any signs of the arrival of whales.

"Truck cranes and forklifts are on the shore, and repairmen are in place." Bai Bohuan walked over quickly and said.

"Great!" Fang Pusheng subconsciously twisted his hands together. "Let them go to the yard right away and inspect the trucks right away! Is the scout team out? When will the convoy be in place? ”

"I don't know." Bai Bohuan shook his head. "According to the schedule, they should have been out for an hour. No matter how slow it is, the first trucks have to be repaired at eleven o'clock. ”

"You can keep an eye on this matter yourself!" Fang Pusheng said loudly. "What's wrong?" Bai Bohuan's eyes, which were standing opposite him, suddenly became sluggish, which made him ask strangely.

Bai Bohuan slowly raised his hand, heavy footsteps came from behind him, Fang Pusheng turned his head and saw the last thing he wanted to see.

A giant mutant cow.

It was already over the buildings around it, which made it immediately visible to everyone in the harbor.

Not far behind it was another, even larger mutated animal.

Their sheer size prevented them from moving quickly, but with each step, they were closer to the harbor by more than a dozen meters.

"Oh my God!" All the movements of the people stopped, and the despair began to spread again.

"What about the Navy? What about tanks? Fang Pusheng screamed hysterically. Let them shoot right away! Right away! (To be continued......)

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