Zhang Wen didn't stop his feet in the normal way. With his body half on his side, his left shoulder with bulletproof armor as the endpoint, he rushed directly into the mutant biota like a cannonball, and with strong inertia and impact, he knocked all the dozen or so monsters that rushed in his face away. This powerful force was extremely arrogant, Zhang Wen only heard a series of "bang" sounds, and felt that the other party's flesh was broken, blood was splashed everywhere, and his face was also stained with a lot of viscous and warm liquid. He did not feel fear at all, but an indescribable fanaticism and excitement. Before the body rushing forward came to a complete pause, Zhang Wen had already brandished the carbon battle axe in his hand and slashed at the nearest pigman.

Zhang Wen swore that he had never seen such a dirty and disgusting creature in his life———— and the current pig people were very different from the same mutated creatures during the Hefei Campaign. They are taller and stronger, with a height of around five meters making it a must for any human to look up to. Unlike the bovine and burly humanoids, the pig-shaped humans are particularly fat, with a huge belly that contains something that is soft and resilient enough to absorb most of the impact. The rough and thick skin can withstand small-caliber rifle bullets, and even the melee attacks of ordinary soldiers can only leave a shallow blood mark on the surface.

With a swirling stream of air generated by the high-speed swing, the carbon battle axe drew a diagonal line in front of the fat-headed, big-eared pigman. The force of the weapon is unbelievably strong, even for thick-skinned pigmen. The creature, which had both human and pig genes, widened its eyes as a blue-gray tomahawk swept past it. Then, there was an unbearable pain in the abdomen and chest, and the heavy body, which had been regarded as a burden, suddenly lost a lot of weight. An indescribable pressure disappeared from the body in an instant. Just when I felt dazed and didn't know what to do, my bulging and shy belly suddenly exploded, gushing out a large mass of entanglement, wrapped in gray and dark green, constantly rising and falling in the mass of gray and dark red slurry, exuding a strong fishy internal organs.

The distance was too close for Zhang Wen to avoid at all. The pig-man's internal organs splashed all over his body, and his shoulders and elbows were covered with unnamed organs. The unbearable stench did not affect the text in the slightest. His central nervous system automatically filtered out these signals that had an adverse reaction to the brain's consciousness, and the nasal mucosa closed off the foreign odor, keeping the subjective consciousness awake, and continued to swing the tomahawk, slashing at the neck of the other bloody corpse.

Zhang Wen didn't like the carbon battle axe before. He prefers large-caliber firearms, especially grenade launchers. But he didn't know what Lu Dao was for, he decided to obey Yuan Zhicheng, and after injecting the mysterious potion he gave, Zhang Wen found that his strength had become particularly powerful, far surpassing that of other enhancer officers. One day, when he picked up a specially modified tomahawk, he couldn't help but fall in love with it.

How strong am I now?

Fourth order?

Or is it the fifth order?

Zhang Wen himself did not have an accurate answer.

He only knew that Yang Junhao was the same as himself, and there was no difference between those "comrades-in-arms" in gray-brown uniforms. I am the same kind of person as them, my strength and speed are very balanced, and no one is stronger or weaker than the other. However, in the world that can be seen with the naked eye, there is no stronger than us.

When he was at the new Nanyang base, Zhang Wen once heard a word ———— "evolved man".

He didn't know if he could be regarded as an evolutionary? But there is one thing that Zhang Wen can be sure of: he is stronger than Su Hao. At least, much better than when I had seen him.

Su Hao

Thinking of this name, a strong hatred and killing intent suddenly appeared in Zhang Wen's mind. Immediately afterward, this consciousness changed in his mind. The word "Su Hao" and the handsome young face were quickly erased by some mysterious force, leaving only monstrous anger and hatred.

It feels strange and familiar. Because whenever Zhang Wen thinks of Su Hao, while generating a sense of resentment, he always forgets all the information about Su Hao, leaving only strong hatred and anger. This consciousness would rapidly ferment in his brain, swelling into the sole master of the entire mental nerves, controlling him from being able to regain his composure and sobriety, swinging his weapon desperately and slashing wildly at whatever target his eyes saw.

When he left the underground training, Zhang Wen had already learned through the radio that the target of his hunt in this battle was a mutant creature of any form.

All instructions are communicated by radio and telecommunications. On the last mission, the target was twenty-two civilians dressed in white. Zhang Wen can judge that the voice has Yuan Zhicheng's unique intonation. This is absolutely not wrong, only he is qualified to give orders to me, to everyone.

Sometimes, Zhang Wen would also feel confused———— why did he have to obey Yuan Zhicheng's orders? It's weird, and it doesn't make sense. With his own unruly before! Character, even if there is a request for others, he will never bow his head to others.

Is it because I have been allegiant?

But that kind of thing is just an expedient measure when weighing the pros and cons. Although it was really impulsive at the time, and there was a strong sense of allegiance to the other party, it was only a short-term thinking effect. But why does it continue until now?

This kind of thinking appeared in Zhang Wen's mind for a short time at a time. In a matter of seconds, or just a moment, he was immediately suppressed by an incomparably strong will to obey, forcing him to turn his mind elsewhere. For example: high-intensity training and film and television works shot in peacetime, women, wine......

Zhang Wen faintly felt that the changes in his body and brain were probably related to the mysterious liquid injected after swearing allegiance to Yuan Zhicheng?

What exactly is that?

Could it be the latest confession agent developed by the Academy of Sciences? Or mind control drugs?

Zhang Wen couldn't find the answer.

It's not that he doesn't have any clues about these things, but there is always an indescribable suppression of the subconscious deep in his brain. It is like a demon that monitors itself at all times, wiping out the spontaneous thoughts that arise at any time and directing consciousness in other directions. It indulges itself in hatred, stimulates more and more violent and powerful desires, and there is no substance capable of seducing itself except women and alcohol.

Zhang Wen collapsed for a while, but was reversed back into a walking dead state by his controlled consciousness. The clarity of the mind is usually only for a short moment. Zhang Wen thought about communicating with other people and solving the mystery of himself by discussing with each other. But he soon discovered that this was simply wishful thinking. Even Yang Junhao did not react to his own expression. What's even more terrifying is that Zhang Wen can't say anything like exploring with others. The repressive force has developed enough to control the nerve centers, which deny itself the slightest opportunity to express its will. Even if they really want to speak, the nerve-manipulated lips and tongue can only produce mechanical monotonous syllables, or slogans such as "Long live so-and-so".

Hell, what do I think so much more?

That's not something I should be thinking about. I love to kill, I love to be covered in blood in cruel and cruel environments, running between bloody and filthy entrails and mutilated corpses, that's what I'm supposed to do.

Zhang Wen would never see that the trace of clarity that had just flashed in the depths of his pupils had been covered by a thick darkness. The entire eye socket quickly turned blood-red. The thick blood streaks form two twisted "X" shapes in the eye sockets in an extremely strange state. If you look closely, it's like the eye is firmly pinned by a thick red thread, leaving a terrifying patch like a cross-stitch.

The ordinary combat troops who followed behind were completely stunned by the soldiers who rushed in front and wore gray-brown uniforms.

Their combat effectiveness is so terrifying that it can be described as "terrifying".

The triangular battle groups are like violent and ferocious mechanical drill bits. They pierced through the creature frenzy that filled the streets, and with their nimble and fearless play, they broke through the monsters who also didn't know what to fear. Whether in hand-to-hand combat or firearm shooting, the combat consciousness of these people has not faded in the slightest. They rampaged through every street in the civilian area, like full power, roaring at the forward heavy trucks, knocking, crushing, and tearing everything that dared to stand in their way.

With these people leading in front, there is not much danger in the ordinary combat units that follow closely behind. There are also limits to what they can do: take over the blocks they already control, reset their defenses, refill the guns of mutant creatures that are not yet dead, drive heavy machinery, and use buckets to push away the corpses and debris that block the streets

Yuan Zhicheng sat in his underground office, keeping an eye on the progress of the battle.

He kept the time right, and three hours after the 31st Mobile Unit entered the battle, he gave the order for all its personnel to return to the zone of military control immediately.

Yuan Zhicheng is not a philanthropist, and he has no special interest in cowards who are greedy for life and afraid of death on the battlefield. The reason why they used their power to protect Yang Junhao and Zhang Wen was because they had common characteristics.

They have all committed unforgivable felonies that cannot be pardoned, and it is impossible for them to be pardoned by either the General Directorate of Judge Advocate Advocate General or the original military units. In desperate situations, people tend to develop very extreme psychology. But at the end of the day, there are only a handful of categories.

One: regret and willingness to do anything to make amends. Unfortunately, they never had the opportunity to do so again.

Second: anger, blaming all the faults on others, stubbornly and stubbornly believing that they are not wrong, that it is others who are wrong, and that it is the whole world.

Third: Luck, I feel that I still have a chance, and there is someone who has not yet shown up to save me. Although reason tells them that this is impossible, subconsciously, they still believe in their own vague ideals.

Under the influence of the two common consciousnesses of despair and fear, these mental consciousnesses can quickly transform into madness. Whether it was Yang Junhao, who took the initiative to take refuge, or Zhang Wen, who was asked to come by himself, they were all thrown into prison by Yuan Zhicheng and stayed in a dark place with an extremely bad living environment for a long time. This kind of fundamental torture of the flesh and elimination of arrogance and arrogance made them have no second way to choose except to identify with Yuan Zhicheng and swear allegiance. On the premise that the subjective consciousness has already developed a strong sense of identity, and then inject the mind control drug, these people will become the most obedient subordinates.

This elixir is very similar to the black particles in Su Hao's body. However, in terms of specific effects, there is a world of difference. Although they also have a sense of control over the injector, the black particles are mainly guided, so that the "worker bees" have obedience and respect for the "queen bee", and the "worker bees" themselves also have the ability to think freely. On the other hand, the medicine used by Yuan Zhicheng was at the cost of completely eliminating the subjective consciousness of the injector, so as to produce an obedience effect under the premise of suppression. Moreover, the latter has a much narrower range of use than the former. Yuan Zhicheng must make strict thinking judgments on each injection object, and use various methods to eliminate the other party's self-esteem, reason, family affection, etc., in order to strengthen his sense of worship and achieve his goal.

Even if he was a henchman who obeyed his words, Yuan Zhicheng was not absolutely sure that he would successfully use this potion on them. When this potion was first obtained, there were a total of 1,000 standard units. Unfortunately, not all of these goals can be converted, and the actual success rate is only about 65 percent. After a series of repeated trials and tests, and the secret execution of a large number of injectors who failed to convert, there are only about 600 members of the 31st Mobile Unit who have actually been incorporated into the 31st Mobile Unit.

These people's combat power is extremely strong, and in terms of their abilities, they have far exceeded the fifth-order enhancement standard.

Zhang Wen's feeling is very correct, he is indeed stronger than Su Hao now.

However, as he himself guessed when he was conscious, the elixir injector who lost his sense of self was definitely not an evolutionary person, but a higher life form between the highest level of enhancement and the standard of evolution. To the Hopeful, they are the most powerful beings in this world, and they are more advanced and evolved individuals than the Strengthened Humans. But for the pessimists, they are just a bunch of wastes who have not succeeded in evolution and have not achieved the desired goals.

Just like a watch made by Seiko, a qualified product can be placed on the counter and sold at a high price. Of course, there will be substandard defective products, which will either be treated as defective products at a reduced price, or they will be smashed and recycled as brittle scrap products.

Zhang Wen was the last member of the 31st Mobile Force. His appearance consumed the last potion in Yuan Zhicheng's hand.

This mysterious, powerful potion that greatly stimulates the potential of the human body, has a very gloomy name———— "Servant Elixir".

Perhaps, Yuan Zhicheng still has a chance to get more potions. But when exactly? Even he didn't know what to do.

Probably, there will never be another chance.

The sudden change from the base city of Xinlanzhou in the Northern Theater completely disrupted the theme of the meeting of the military department. The main members of the military department, including Zhao Zhikai, turned their attention to this sudden "moon tide" without the slightest call-up. The "similar" faces of the new Guiyang base to the new division commanders and the change of power in the 505 Group Army were put aside as secondary issues. After all, the strategic position of New Guiyang cannot be compared with that of New Lanzhou. Compared to the reckless recklessness of an army commander, the mutated creatures that could rush out of the abandoned city at any time are the biggest threat that humanity must face.

Sitting in the office, looking at the computer screen in front of him that had just been turned off and there was no signal display, Su Hao was silent for nearly five minutes, and suddenly laughed "hey, hey, hey".

"The way I handled this was much easier than I thought."

Huang He grinned, spat at the corner of the wall with a strong smell of smoky, and groped his hands back and forth in the pockets of his clothes and pants for a long time, and took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes. Removing the casually kneaded seal, Huang He was disappointed to find that it was just an empty box with no cigarettes in it. He crumpled the cigarette case and threw it far out of the window. Then, very consciously, he picked up the same object that Su Hao put on the desk, took out one, lit it, and sucked it very comfortably.

"Ten divisions, that's it?"

Su Hao was still immersed in the amazement caused by the sudden change in affairs that had left his original trajectory. He kept shaking his head and sighing: "I really didn't expect that the Xinlanzhou base would actually have a "moon tide" at this time. I really don't know if we should say that we are lucky? Or have those mutated creatures evolved faster than expected? ”

This statement is not without merit. In the history of future time and space, the Xinlanzhou base has never had a "moon tide". Although the Northern Theater has experienced several times before and after, most of the locations are located in second- and third-level base cities. But it is undeniable that if it weren't for the mutation of Xinlanzhou, the military department would still deal with Su Hao's problem. At least, for the inconclusive Su Hao personnel appointment and dismissal order, it will not be like now.

Thinking of this, Su Hao raised his head and glanced at the Yellow River who was standing opposite and smoking with his head stuffed, his face full of nicotine stimulation.

"How about it, are you interested in going down there to be a division commander?"

Huang He shuddered, and the cigarette was released from between his uncontrolled fingers and fell to the ground.

“…… Teachers? ”

This term, which was once extremely far away from the Yellow River, made his thinking fall into confusion in an instant. The rough man wiped his chin vigorously and replied with difficulty: "This...... Boss, you, you're not kidding, are you? ”

"I've never joked about this kind of thing."

Su Hao looked at him with a smile on his face: "I need ten new division commanders, as well as deputy division commanders, chief of staff, and a large number of regimental and brigade-level military commanders." If you can't be one of them, then I can't find a better fit. ”

Huang He's expression was a little expectant and a little hesitant: "If it's a woman, I can knock it over with a stick." A whole division, that's tens of thousands. Hell, these guys are men, and I, I'm afraid I can't do this. You know, I used to be just a captain. ”