In the following period, Nguyen Van Chang felt like a walking corpse, without the slightest soul.

Battles are fought every day, ranging in size from tens to hundreds. The military distributed weapons and ammunition to the refugees, and the soldiers drove the armed refugees in trucks to attack abandoned cities. No matter how many troops are invested, the end is always a failure. Those zombies who were originally human beings didn't know what pain was, and they didn't feel anything when the bullet hit their bodies. They are a group of monsters in the truest sense of the word, and the remaining creature instincts are not only to eat people, but also to hold on to other living creatures and bite them indiscriminately.

It wasn't until a long time later that Ruan Wenchang realized that the only weakness of zombies was their heads.

Compared to zombies, the military's high-handed policy is the real unbearable pain. Every day, refugees who refused to obey orders were killed, and mutilated corpses littered the barracks and beyond. They were in tattered clothes and died in a miserable state. Due to the hot weather, the corpses decomposed quickly, and a strong stench filled the air at all times. The uncollected corpses were discarded at will, and they were soon overrun by the larvae of mosquitoes and flies, and the surface of the corpse was crawling with dense white fat maggots. There are so many of them that it makes your scalp tingle, and even the most bug-loving birds avoid it.

Nguyen Van Chang had seen with his own eyes that a ravenous crow accidentally tripped over a maggot climbing along its claws because it flew close to the carrion corpse to peck at the meat maggots. The poor crow was immediately overwhelmed by hundreds of maggots. Those fat white and greasy insects arched wildly on the crow's body, and the soft mouthparts certainly couldn't gnaw at the crow's body. However, they crushed the crows in an incomparably large number and suffocated them alive. Then, silently wait for the blackbird to rot and become its new meat.

If it's just against zombies, the cruel and harsh environment can barely be endured. But the refugees need to face not only the virus, but also the soldiers who are supposed to protect themselves, but who stand on the opposite side in the face of disaster and death.

The number of soldiers in the barracks is not very large, about only about a thousand. They rule over up to tens of thousands of refugees. Food and water were scarce, and many women were called into the camp every day for pleasure. Since the refugees were all grouped and supervised by each other, the remaining members of the group were punished if someone fled. In this case, the situation can only get worse and worse, and people gradually lose confidence in topics such as "victory".

The riot was triggered by a captain's drunken abuse and murder of a pregnant woman. He drove into the refugee camp on the side of his drink, pulled out a pregnant woman, broke open the woman's abdomen with a dagger, picked out a six- or seven-month-old baby, and drove away in a hurry.

This barbaric and cruel practice completely shocked the nearby onlookers. The refugees inquired with each other and spread the word, and through their different channels, it was finally confirmed that the captain's actions were actually deliberate———— he had been drinking with other people that day, but there was not enough food to drink. Under all kinds of boredom, the idea of braised baby meat suddenly sprouted. It is said that a total of six military personnel participated in the party that day. They shared the pot of fresh stew, and no one felt sick or vomited, but they all agreed that the pot was delicious and tender.

The husband of the pregnant woman brought a lot of large pieces of firewood, set them up on a crematorium, and placed the body of his wife with a hole in his abdomen on the pyre. In the process, tens of thousands of refugees gathered from all directions. People stood around and watched as the silent man lit the pyre with a torch, and watched as the unrecognizable corpse was charred in the depths of the flames, and human oil overflowed from the surface of the corpse and flowed onto the surface of the burning firewood, making a "zizi" sound.

There was no one to take the lead, and there was no stirring rhetoric. When the husband of the deceased picked up an assault rifle and walked slowly to the military camp not far away with a godless face, almost all the refugees followed. People had weapons in their hands and slammed the trigger at every target they thought was worth shooting and hated.

And just like that, in just one night, the seemingly solid rule completely collapsed.

Nguyen Van Chang fled to the vicinity of Van Xuan and set up a makeshift shack on the edge of the Red River. The nightmarish encounter before made him no longer have the idea of taking refuge in the northern powers. Nguyen Van Chang, after all, was highly educated, and he analyzed what was known so far and saw it as a global catastrophe rather than a crisis specific to Vietnam as a single country. That being the case, it may be safer to stay here than to travel to a foreign country. At least, I know my hometown well and don't have to worry about food and water.

Gradually, more and more refugees settled down along the river. In addition to the refugees from their own countries, there are also strangers who speak with the emphasis of the foreign country of the north. They are very friendly, and each of them has skills that will be useful in troubled times. Next to Nguyen Van Chang's shack, there is a pair of Chinese-speaking brothers. The elder brother is a doctor, and the younger brother is a skilled mechanical repairman. With a few simple daily conversations, they quickly integrated into the large refugee community, gradually becoming indispensable and recognized and even respected by many refugees.

At one point, Nguyen Van Chang suspected that the two men might be Chinese spies. Later, I realized that my idea was wrong. The other side has never preached anything like that about national sovereignty. Like ordinary refugees, they are busy every day for food and clothing. The doctor's method of treating the patient is nothing more than herbal medicine, and simple surgical dressing is fine, but major surgery is absolutely not. Due to the lack of medical equipment, doctors even used a kitchen knife to perform a laparotomy on a patient diagnosed with what appeared to be acute appendicitis. Although no one died, Ruan Van Chang served as the party secretary in the hospital for half a year after all. From his eyes, it is not difficult to see that the patient actually suffers from gastroenteritis and does not need to have his appendix removed in vain.

They are welcoming to the refugees around them.

Gradually, the number of people who spoke Chinese began to increase. This surprised Nguyen Van Chang. Because those people, like themselves, were once Vietnamese nationals. Nguyen Van Chang subconsciously thinks that it is a language learning that deepens the understanding between each other. It wasn't until one day, when the doctor found him and smiled and took out a tube of injections, that Nguyen Van Chang's world really changed.

Only "worker bees" will take the initiative to learn Chinese. In the case of being members of the same ethnic group, language assimilation is extremely fast and not as difficult as imagined.

Liao Qiu is the supreme commander of the city of New An Pei. Of course, the name "New Amph" currently only exists in the classified archives of the 505 Group Army. There is no such record either at home or abroad.

Since the initial decision to send "worker bees" to build a "new bee colony", more than 700 "worker bees" have entered Vietnam. The special strengthening of the constitution allows them to protect themselves in times of danger, and close contact allows them to support each other in times of difficulty. Instead of choosing large cities with dense populations, these advance "worker bees" set up development bases in villages with vast fields, attracting a sufficient number of refugees with food, drinking water, and safety, and then gradually transforming their consciousness.

It is a process that multiplies at a geometric rate. In particular, when Vietnamese civilians such as Nguyen Van Chang have converted to a certain number, the expansion of new "bee colonies" will also increase rapidly. By the time Liao Qiu led the new 70 Pei across the border, the railway lines between the important city of Yuechi and China had been unimpeded. Nguyen Van Chang even assembled an engineering team of more than 20,000 men to start building the city wall near the planned New Yen Bai base. When Liao Qiu's troops arrived, in just one week, a complete primary fortification had been established.

Nguyen Van Chang did not consider his actions treason. He doesn't want to die, he has to live. Subconsciously, Ruan Van Chang, who has become a "worker bee", has developed a strong sense of identity with the "queen bee". In the face of this kind of mental indoctrination dominated by purely biological information, many of the ideas inherent in human beings have collapsed. In its place, there is an unprecedented sense of collectivity, and the desire of the individual to contribute to the collective.

More and more refugees are congregating near the new Ampe base. In a week, the number of new refugees has exceeded 60,000. How to deal with these people has become the first problem that Ruan Wenchang and Liao Qiu must solve.

"Let them move north as far north as possible."

Liao Qiu threw away the banana peel in his hand, stood up, paced back and forth in the room, and said seriously: "In the Muong Dong and Tsing Ho (Vietnamese cities) area, there are two other base cities under construction. With ample job opportunities, consciousness transformation will also be faster. In addition, it is necessary to strengthen the selection of these people, and resolutely eliminate those who are too resistant, so that there is no need to waste time on them. ”

Ruan Wenchang nodded, and said without worry: "The way we manage the people is different from that in your country. Although they are also armies, we demand that civilians obey the orders of the military absolutely and that all must be integrated into the armed forces. This paramilitary administration places great restrictions on the personal freedom of refugees, and the troop cantonment is actually a settlement. If you want to get more refugees, you will have to engage in firefighting with the army, and it may even lead to war. ”

"War?"

These words made Liao Qiu laugh: "Isn't it the time of the war now?" The war between humans and viruses, biological wars. ”

Nguyen Van Chang also laughed rather awkwardly. After all, he is Vietnamese, and although he has been transformed into a "worker bee", part of his consciousness is still stuck in the past, and he still has the limitations of fixed thinking when considering problems.

"Conflict is inevitable. Our purpose is to expand. To paraphrase a specific peacetime term, of course, it is aggression. ”

Liao Qiu smiled faintly, his face was always full of confidence: "There are not too many defense facilities around Hanoi, we can open the railway to Haiphong in a short time." If it goes well, you might even be able to hit Da Nang. ”

In Myanmar, west of Myitkyina, near the Chindun River.

More than a dozen trucks stained with dirt and dust approached from afar. Although it is driving on the highway, due to the long-term lack of maintenance of the road, the asphalt road has long been dilapidated, and many places are full of potholes, and even low-grade dirt roads paved with earth and stone are not as good. The tires run over the hard stone surface, always emitting a tooth-aching friction. The engine is wailing in constant bumps, like an asthma patient on the verge of death.

Passing through the dense bush, outside a newly built town with tall walls, the convoy slowly stopped

Dozens of heavily armed soldiers jumped out of the car. They wore shabby gray-green military uniforms on the top, military shorts that didn't reach the knee below, and shoes on their feet were of various brands. At first glance, it looks very strange, not like a soldier, but like a group of armed refugees.

In the cab of the truck at the head, a tall middle-aged man jumped out. Judging by the style of military uniforms and epaulettes, it should be an officer and the head of this group. The intense sun exposure had darkened his skin and had a lot of greasy dirt attached to it. But his muscles were quite strong, with lumpy chest muscles exposed in the middle of the collar of his uniform, and the knees and joints of his hands were unusually thick, full of intimidating force.

They are all soldiers of the Burmese state.

The town in front of you is clearly different from other places. The five-meter-high fence encircles the town, and the middle and lower sections of the wall are surrounded by dense barbed wire. In the corner next to the gate was a sand ram with powerful cannon guns. This thing is terrifyingly large, and it can knock a person in two with a single shot. None of the veterans were willing to come near, and they never had the idea of making enemies of the towns.

It was just too hot.

The officer wiped the sweat from his forehead, took off his coat a few times, and covered his upper body. Perhaps thinking that he was losing his identity by doing so, he thought about it for a moment, and put on his coat anyway, but it was not buttoned. At the same time, he pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, took out one and lit it, and inhaled it heavily.

In the distance the gates opened, and about twenty or thirty people came out. Judging by the clothes they were wearing, they should all be civilians. With assault rifles in their hands, they slowly walked towards where the convoy had stopped.

There is also a virus crisis in Myanmar. The officers and their soldiers were survivors. They took advantage of the chaos to rush out a lot of weapons and supplies from military warehouses and set up new bases in the field. At that time, there were more than a hundred people under the officer's command.

It is said to be a stronghold, but it is actually a sparsely populated village. After paying a third of his men, the officer finally killed dozens of zombies in the village. Due to the lack of building materials, he had to dig a trench along the village in the simplest way to keep the zombies at bay. Those damn mutated creatures can't run or jump, and when they encounter obstacles like ditches and pits, they'll just fall into them stupidly. Although you can't fall to your death, you can't climb out. By daybreak, the patrolmen found out that a shot in the head was done.

These were two years ago.

Zombies have evolved into mutated creatures. They never leave abandoned cities. As long as people don't go in and harass them, they won't come out to eat people. The balance between humans and monsters has become delicate. It's just that whenever the moon is full, or when it is the New Year's Day, many refugees, including military officers, will silently look in the direction of Myitkyina, an abandoned city in the distance.

The state of Myanmar is still in power. As long as you keep going south, southwest of the capital Mandalay, between the abandoned cities of Minjian and Taunggyi, there is a large base city.

Of course, the officer has a name, and his name is Sonai.

Among the many fugitives, Sono can be regarded as a discerning figure. He set up a defense near the village and set up a radio station with the equipment he had. Just two months after the outbreak of the virus, Sono received a message from the city of New Mandalay Base.

It was a very short newsletter. The content was simply a request for scattered personnel and troops to report their positions and move closer to the base city to the south.

This task was undoubtedly impossible to carry out in the eyes of Sonai at that time. He only has more than 100 soldiers in his hands, and his weapons and ammunition are barely enough, and once he encounters zombies in the wild, he will simply commit suicide.

Sono refused the order from Base City. He roared into the microphone to vent his anger. At that time, Suo Nai didn't know that this was a disaster in the world, and only thought that the bastards of the government were messing around with biological experiments and creating so many man-eating monsters.

Since then, Sonai's unit has been completely removed from the Burmese military's list of "military strongholds". It wasn't until a year later that he learned from several exiled soldiers that he would have been officially recognized as a soldier if he had been ordered to go to the New Mandalay base at that time. The most important thing is that you can get a first-order enhancement potion.

Pharmaceuticals are not unique to China. In order to deal with the global virus catastrophe, as early as before the war, the core group of countries had agreed to disclose the formulations of first-order booster drugs and immune agents after the outbreak of the virus. Of course, the amount of production in other countries, the specific distribution, and the daily ration of the common people, etc., are the concerns of each family.

The people who came out of the town were getting closer and closer, and they could already see each other's faces clearly.

At the head was a thin, tall man. He doesn't seem to be able to laugh, and he always maintains a cold and rigid appearance.

Soe Nai knew very well that these people were not his Burmese compatriots at all. They are aliens from outside the borders of the eastern country. Although they are both yellow-skinned and black-eyed, they speak Chinese, but they themselves speak the native language of Myanmar's Shan State.

Although the other party was wearing civilian clothes, it could be seen from his walking and various movements that he was a soldier. Now, for example, they have maintained a skirmish line since they left the town. In groups of two or three people, they always rely on various obstacles to cover each other. As a rule, these traces are seen only on veterans and elite troops.

In addition, the weapon in the opponent's hand is the best proof of this.

Sounai had never seen a 9mm assault rifle. He was a military man and knew very well what an increased caliber of weapons meant. The most terrifying thing is that those assault rifles are obviously not privately modified goods, but mass-produced standard weapons.

In addition, there is one of the most obvious features.

They are all enhancers.