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Standing outside the door, Lin Chuan quietly listened to the movements in the ward.

"Don't come......" the wounded man cried in a low voice.

"It's okay, he's gone." Liang Jin's voice said. "How do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable? You must be hungry, right? We have hot porridge, would you like to drink some? ”

She didn't mean to ask at all, which made Lin Chuan anxious, but the feelings of the injured slowly calmed down because of this.

A nurse brought the porridge in, and Liang Jin fed him spoonful by spoon before asking, "What's your name?" Where did it come from? ”

After the wounded calmed down, his mind gradually became clearer, and he communicated with them, he identified himself as Wang Bo, from the Jining base in the northwest, and was a captain and staff officer of the base's joint logistics department. Li Mingfeng did not find the place he said on the map, but according to his description, he found a blank area in the Gobi without any towns.

"What's wrong?" This is the most important concern of all.

At this time, Wang Bo already knew that he was in the rivers and seas, a refuge where bloodline people and ordinary people lived on an equal footing, and he also knew that he was the only survivor on the plane. But he didn't believe the status quo that Liang Jin and the others described, and in his opinion, the so-called "equality" was just a lie that made him let his guard down.

But he still told everything he knew. He deeply understands the cruelty of the bloodliner, and maybe the bloodline can still be patient and pretend to leave at this moment, but if he can't get an answer, he will definitely face terrible torture.

"Please make sure I'm safe." He said this again and again. "I will tell you everything I know, please make sure that I am safe."

"No one is going to kill you." Leng Su'an, who rushed to hear the news, said. "We spend more time, energy, and material on you than you can imagine. In the last days, these things are far more than the value of your life. We're not going to let you die that easily. You say you're a logistical staff officer? That's right, when you're well, you'll have to have a job to do. ”

Such cold words made Wang Bo completely relieved, and he began to tell them everything he knew.

The Jining base was built five years ago, and Wang Bo didn't know its background, but judging from the time, Liang Jin guessed that it should be one of the bases built after the Jiuquan base was destroyed.

Wang Bo was not a conscript, but a graduate of the National University of Defense Technology, and after graduation, he was assigned to a missile base in northwest Ganzhou. It was transferred in the third year after the Jining base was built.

Far from the city, and with four-fifths of the buildings hidden underground, most of the base is under tight lockdown, and junior officers and rank-and-file soldiers like Wang Bo are not eligible to enter, spending most of their time on the ground doing boring training, or tending vegetables in greenhouses and feeding hundreds of pigs.

For Wang Bo. The only pleasure in life is to go to the nearby market town at the beginning of each month to pick up supplies.

After the disaster, the Jining base was flooded with many people, most of whom landed at the airstrip near the base in military planes, but a large number of soldiers were transported here by armored trains, accompanied by a huge number of helicopter gunships, self-propelled guns, and surface-to-air missile groups.

The pigs they had worked so hard to raise were all killed at once, and ever since. Wang Bo never saw any animals again.

As a member of the Joint Logistics Department, Wang Bo's life was suddenly busy, and during that time he had no time to listen to the soldiers' worried discussions about the situation, and every day he used up all his energy just to count the goods sent by the train and put them in different categories.

The number of people eating at the base has risen from a few hundred to nearly 10,000 at once. He was a little overwhelmed by such a change, and he vaguely heard about it. A larger defensive position is being constructed to the southeast of the base.

The airstrip next to the base was quickly converted into a permanent airfield, and it was so large that many fighters and bombers gathered here, and temporary houses for tens of thousands of people, oil storage tanks for millions of liters of fuel, and many anti-aircraft positions were built next to the base.

The logistics work was taken over by the Joint Logistics Department of the Military District, which was only one of the subgroups, responsible for the construction of the freight yard and the sorting of the materials transported by train to the freight yard. Equipment and supplies were being transported by plane and train, and after nearly a month of busyness, Wang Bo learned that the first group of people who came by plane was of a very high level, and that it had become the command center of the Chinese armed forces.

At that time, he vaguely began to feel worried, but the phone could no longer get through, he could not contact his family at all, deserters began to appear in the base, and a large number of people were killed on the barren Gobi Desert.

Wang Bo first saw the mutant creatures on a night two months later, when the base had become a new city made up entirely of soldiers, where tens of thousands of people toiled like worker ants. Wang Bo was promoted from lieutenant to captain because of his excellent work, and his responsibilities were also changed to be responsible for storing the airlifted materials to the designated area.

That night, he was waiting for a transport plane from the Northeast, and the plane was an hour late, which made him and the engineers in charge of carrying the cargo restless, and did not even have the heart to guess what kind of cargo would be delivered, as usual. The description on the task list under the General Joint Logistics Department is always vague, "classify the goods of A into Area 4", or "store the goods numbered B and 10 in Field A", and he can only guess what is inside from the size of the goods and the precautions on the packing box.

But he didn't wait for the plane that night, and when he looked up in the night sky to find the plane's lights, a burst of fire suddenly appeared high in the distance, and then the alarm sounded for the first time in the base.

Wang Bo took the engineers to hide in the shelter on the side according to the instructions in the manual, and the anti-aircraft guns on those air defense positions began to frantically pour ammunition into the sky. Through the sparks of the cannonballs exploding in the air, Wang Bo saw the sight that he would never forget for the rest of his life—the tide of black bats that almost obscured the entire sky, one by one, like evil ghosts escaping from the most real nightmare.

Hardly anyone slept that night, with occasional derivatives of shells and broken corpses falling from the sky, and the sound of the anti-aircraft guns made everyone shout and talk through guò, even after they stopped firing the next morning.

One pilot told Wang Bo that the mutated bats, numbering in the millions, were following planes transporting people and supplies from the disaster area. Wang Bo believed his words, because he stood on the control tower of the freight yard, and everywhere he could see there were corpse fragments and blood stains, especially the air defense position, which was almost overwhelmed by corpses and blood stains.

Someone sued him that hundreds of people had mutated into monsters that night because of the stained blood dripping, but Wang Bo did not see the mutants they said with his own eyes, but from that night onwards, their superiors asked them to cover every piece of goods with a double layer of tarpaulin.

They never saw any mutant creatures since, except for the occasional rumbling of artillery in the southeast, and sometimes bombers and raiders from the airfield scrambled to take off to support positions farther south or east.

The bombastic pilots faded away, and Wang Bo didn't know if they were dead or if they had been transferred elsewhere.

As a screwman, Wang Bo had no access to core secrets, and he could only hear sporadically from time to time from the mouths of pilots who were becoming more and more tired and irritable.

Wuyang fell, Jiangning fell, Yanjing fell, Jianghai fell, the imperial capital fell, Jiangling fell, Luozhong fell, Bajun fell, Hanzhong fell, bad news one after another, and it is getting closer and closer to the location of the Jining base, it is said that there are no living people in East China and South China, only Chongzhou, Zhoushan and those islands are still holding on.

But they didn't live long.

That's what every pilot who told him the news.

A monster is not scary, but they never appear alone, and each appearance is in the thousands. We can effortlessly blow up tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of monsters, but guess what? The next day, more monsters would come by stepping on their corpses, killing more than they had all done before.

Everyone gradually became numb and indifferent to the news ahead.

The trains and transport planes carrying supplies became less and less, and the goods on the freight yards began to slowly decrease, and for a while it was rumored that the center would move farther west, but it did not really materialize until the snow fell, and until the winter passed.

Wang Bo was well aware that his family had suffered misfortune, and for a long time, the radio had been urging the soldiers to turn their grief into strength and make their own contributions to the counteroffensive. Wang Bo didn't know what others thought, but he worked hard every day not because he wanted revenge, but because he didn't know what else he could do, and he didn't know how he could live.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, a massive search for volunteers begins at the base, and it is said that the scientists at the base, who have never shown their faces, have developed a vaccine against the virus, and they have found a way to use the virus to create a fighter. But the methods they found were still very shaky and had a high mortality rate, so they needed a lot of volunteers.

"Did they really succeed?" Lin Chuan asked.

Wang Bo had already accepted the fact that he was active here, and he no longer had any resistance, so he had already stood aside to listen to Wang Bo tell what he had seen.

"Don't you know?" Wang Bo asked with a wry smile. "It's not so much that they succeeded, but that they were deceived by it."

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