Although refugees are mobile, the number of people who can move will not be so large.

The "movement of people" in peacetime seems to be a very difficult thing at this stage. However, in this situation where almost all transportation is paralyzed, hundreds or thousands of civilians continue to arrive at the new Guiyang base one after another every day.

This is clearly the result of someone behind the scenes.

On the battle sequence list of the military headquarters, the 11th separate unit belongs to the unit of "unknown intent". Su Hao's tough attitude at the open meeting of the military department made everyone give up the idea of using "transfer" and other means to restrain him. The failure of the Hefei campaign has caused a series of problems, and the military department is now concentrating its efforts on solving them. Regarding the handling of the 11th Independent Army, Zhao Zhikai, chairman of the military department, and Yuan Zhicheng, commander-in-chief of the Northern Theater, did not express their attitude. However, this does not mean that others are not moving, and they are in the situation of figuring out their bosses and the existing situation, and other factors, they use the most and the most effective method, which is to drive as many civilians as possible to Xinguiyang, and create troubles for Su Hao that are difficult to solve.

Xin Yan flicked the cigarette ash, blinked his long black eyelashes, shifted his focus to Su Hao, who was lying next to him, and asked leisurely, "What are you going to do?" ”

Su Hao remained silent.

Fleeing from the future world to this time and space, Su Hao has never had thoughts of suicide or death in battle. Like all life on Earth, he has an unusually strong desire for the word "survival".

In the same way, he never had the slightest illusion about those who were hostile to him and wanted to replace him at any time

"Actually, there is no solution to these things."

Su Hao supported his body with his elbows and sat up from the bed. As his brain's thoughts pulled, his gaze became cold, as sharp and cold as a knife. The body, which felt tired a few seconds ago, quickly refreshed and became energetic and full of energy.

"The most important thing for the entire "bee colony" is to ensure the existence and construction of the "No. 1 hive". Under this premise, any problem can be ignored. No matter how many civilians they drive over, no matter what means they use to compress our living space, these problems will not have a lethal effect. Some of the 300,000 civilians will become "worker bees", and some will die for one reason or another. No matter what I do, it's impossible to please everyone, and I've never had the idea of converting everyone or anything like that. 200,000, 100,000, 50,000...... Even if it is less, in the end, only a few thousand people have the bloodline of "worker bees", as long as the construction of "No. 1 beehive" is completed, all the efforts of New Guiyang are worth it. As for the opinion of the civilian population, the opinion of the military department, they will do what they should do. I live for myself, for my friends and loved ones, it's as simple as that. ”

These words were not so much an explanation to Xinyan, but a further reinforcement of Su Hao's thoughts at the moment.

After becoming a fifth-order enhancer, Su Hao had already noticed that his way of thinking had changed very slightly. He thirsted for power and power more than ever. The former can be obtained through familiarity and cognition of this worldly realm, using ingenious techniques and schemes. As for the latter, Su Hao has already mastered the genetic medicine, and he can create a group of evolutionary people with strong combat effectiveness at any time. However, in this worldly realm, there is always another kind of existence that is very restrictive.

Whenever he thinks of the captain called "Haba Nora", Su Hao has an instinctive jealousy.

Wang Qinian said that the Atlanteans were the most terrifying life forms in this world. The purpose of making the earth and the human race is to get powerful warriors. Including Yue Zhennan, the evolutionary people were all taken away by them. But what was the purpose of the Atlanteans? Su Hao still has no clue, nor does he have any information to analyze.

Before the news of the dispatcher sent back to a distant land, he could only silently retract his paws, lie dormant like a wounded wolf, and patiently wait for his opportunity.

The continent is far to the north, in the middle of Russia, west of the Kuibyshev reservoir, in Ulyanovsk.

Under the cover of night, a muscular man bent over the road, running along a street full of abandoned vehicles, overgrown with weeds, and covered with garbage and dust, into a yard where the crossroads had been shattered.

Ivanov is a White Russian, forty-four years old, with gray hair and beard. It was already quite cold, but he was still wearing a thin shirt. The collar was open, the cuffs were pulled high, and the chest and arms were covered with thick hair. This way of dressing is somewhat ostentatious. But it is undeniable that Ivanov is indeed strong and muscular, and the gun slung into the leather shoulder strap reminds those who want to fight him that it will cost him dearly, and the gains will not outweigh the losses.

In the vast expanse of Russia, Ulyanovsk can be regarded as a densely populated city. Before the outbreak of the virus, Ivanov was a teacher at the district secondary school. Now, he has long forgotten his profession and responsibilities, and is purely living for his family.

Walking into the courtyard, the first thing that comes into view is a low-rise building covering a wide area.

This is the granary located south of Ulyanovsk. In peacetime, Ivanov once took students on a tour. At that time, he would always give a live lecture with great emotion, so that the students could understand the close relationship between mechanized operations and agriculture.

Huge steel latches twisted to hold the doorknob at unimaginable reverse angles, and they were held together by a huge special metal lock. It's a terrifying combination that's so striking that the mere look at it makes you feel shocked, without the idea of reaching out and battling it apart from the latch.

Ivanov stood in front of the all-steel gate, carefully looked around, and after making sure that there were no anomalies, he took out a strangely shaped cross-shaped key from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole, and forcefully unscrewed the lock. Then, with a few clicks, he pulled the latch open, pushed the gate open with all his might, and strode in.

Suddenly, a special dry breath mixed with rice flour dust came to the face, filling the entire nasal cavity.

This granary was once an important pillar of the city of Ulyanovsk. After the outbreak of the virus, it was occupied by militia and police. They took more than 300 refugees with them, relying on walls and towers to defend them, but the zombies eventually broke through the defenses. In desperation, the survivors had no choice but to drive away, completely abandoning this vital supply point.

In the ditch opposite the grain depot, there were more than a dozen corpses that had long since decomposed, and only hard bones remained. They were dressed in different clothes, civilians, policemen, and staff stationed at the grain depot.

The storeroom in front of him was two-thirds empty, and in the corner were neatly bagged flour. Of all the warehouses, this is the best-preserved, untouched by rainwater and with no cracked walls. Because of this, Ivanov got a special lock from the city that was not easy to break, and regarded it as a private domain that he could only enter and exit.

Ivanov was familiar with this place. In addition to flour, he also knows where other types of food are placed. In this way, like a diligent groundhog, he shuttled back and forth between the warehouses, and the food placed on the concrete platform outside also increased, and soon piled up.

Two 50-kilogram bags of flour, a string of salted fish tied with rope, and a sack full of beans and canned condensed milk.

The total weight of these things exceeded hundreds of kilograms, but for Ivanov it was not a problem to take them away. He fastened the sack to his shoulders with two straps, and picked up a bag of flour in each hand. In this way, the general, who had just won from the battlefield and had looted a lot of loot, walked towards the outside of the warehouse with a satisfied smile on his face.

He's a rather unlucky guy. I got several cars in a row, but I couldn't drive the vehicle to carry more things because of problems such as a blown tire, a broken fuel tank, getting stuck in mud, and a blocked road.

Ivanov can't remember how many cars he scrapped in his own hands? Those damn cars always cause themselves all sorts of trouble. Either your hands are covered in oil, or your clothes are dirty. Those breakdowns may not seem trivial to the repairman, but Ivanov's profession is a teacher, and he can teach students at any stage from the first grade to high school, but he is helpless against mechanical breakdowns.

He swore that he would rather trust his hands than any machine.

The moment he stepped out of his legs, Ivanov suddenly turned around with a strange expression and looked to the left side of the road

In the corner of the side of the warehouse, a mutated creature with a hideous face appeared. Its hands that were originally human became forelimbs, landing on the ground with its hind feet, and its mouth was full of fangs that protruded forward, and in the middle of these hard, sharp teeth, a maroon tongue protruded, and with the swing of its head, it swirled back and forth in all directions.

Ivanov put down the flour in his hand, his left hand slowly stroked his right fist, and a hideous sneer passed the corner of his mouth.

It was a dog-like humanoid. Ivanov was familiar with this thing. Of course, he could also be wrong. After all, there is a lot in common between fierce dogs and wild wolves, and genetically infected mutants also have a branch of wolfoid humanoids. It's just that, in Ivanov's eyes, the difference between them is not big and can be completely ignored.

He laughed "hey, hey, hey", turned around, and lunged in the direction in which the humanoid appeared.

This kind of person has long appeared in the detection range of the mind. The goal of Ivanov's trip was grain, not as a hunter. He consciously let go of this guy, but he didn't expect this kind of person to walk near him slowly, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Since that's the case, then don't blame Lao Tzu for being unkind.

Despite his large body, Ivanov's movements did not appear sluggish at all. The instantaneous explosive force of the legs and feet produces unimaginable speeds. The movements, the air currents, and the sneer with cruel murderous intent caused the humanoids to immediately notice the anomaly in this direction. It froze on the spot, its eyes with obvious animal features immediately stiffened, as if it had seen something extremely terrifying. Then, the body began to tremble involuntarily, and a meaningless howl came out of his mouth, accompanied by a palpable fear and wail.

Humanoids instinctively wanted to turn around and run away, but they couldn't overtake Ivanov's incredible speed. He lunged forward, stretched out his left hand and grabbed the back of the humanoid's neck, dragging it over, then lifted his stout foot and stomped on the human's back.

Ivanov's body size is similar to that of a humanoid, and there is not much difference. Strictly calculated, the humanoid is a little taller than Ivanov. However, the poor humanoids did not have the strength to fight back in front of Ivanov at all, and could not even resist and escape. The moment Ivanov's left foot stepped down fiercely, the humanoid felt a mountain pressing down in the air, crushing his body like a withering and decaying, the hardest spine and pelvis, and suddenly there was a series of "clicks" that were chilling and terrifying.

The humanoid was stuck on the ground, unable to move. It tried to open its lips, but blood oozed from between its teeth and from the corners of its mouth. The humanoid felt unable to move, and an irresistible force was slowly crushing from under his body. Yes, it was the man's feet, and he kept moving his pedaling parts, from his hips all the way up, like a powerful roller. First the abdomen, then the chest, intestines, liver, stomach pouch, and all kinds of unnamed internal organs, all slowly moved towards the throat and towards the mouth under the pressure of this force.

The humanoid's mouth was wide open, not because of hunger, but because of the fear of wanting to vomit, being forced to commit suicide by the intense feeling of squeezing, and wanting to go crazy.

Soon, between the crimson lips, a large mass of visceral flesh was revealed, which was sticky yellow and bright red, and was covered with liquid and blood. When the entire body was crushed away, the humanoid became visibly thin, and its eyeballs catapulted several meters from its sockets, hitting the opposite wall, cracking open and turning into two pools of slowly sliding slime.

Ivanov drew his knife and slashed the limbs of the humanoid with a few blows, and then flexibly cut open the skin of the humanoid's back, and cut two pieces of flesh covered in fat from the shoulder. After doing all this, he tied the severed humanoid legs, feet, and pieces of flesh with iron wire and put them in a cloth bag.

Humanoids and zombies are two different creatures. Ivanov did not understand the evolutionary relationship between the two, but he had discovered the similarities and differences between the two more than once in the process of hunting mutant creatures. Out of a strong need for complementary food types, he cut the meat pieces from different humanoids and tested whether they were edible by cooking and marinating them. Is it toxic?

They are rich in protein, and although beef and mutton are so delicious, they are barely edible.

Without a car, Ivanov really couldn't take anything more. Killing a humanoid means having fresh meat to eat for the next few days. But this guy is very heavy and bulky, and instead of dragging and affecting speed, it is better to cut off the limbs and shoulders that are the most delicate and tasty.

In the taiga on the outskirts of Ulyanovsk, there is an underground shelter in a hidden location. It was built during the Soviet era and was once a hidden ammunition depot for the military. During the Yeltsin administration, the function of use turned into a civilian bomb shelter. Now, it is Ivanov's home.

A fire burns in the fireplace, and the living room, which is separated by various building materials, is warm. Ivanov tapped the agreed code on the heavy door, and soon the door opened, accompanied by a pleasant warmth, mixed with the rich aroma of food, and a charming face.

Lisa is a dancer. Whether it is body or appearance, it belongs to the kind of character that attracts the envy of other women. While fleeing the city, Ivanov met Lisa in a clothing store. At that time, there was another obese woman who was over half a hundred years old. Ivanov cut off the fat woman's head very directly, threw the body outside, and blocked the swarming zombies, but he slipped away through the side door with Lisa.

Ivanov did not feel cold-blooded or cruel. If that situation happens again, he will still make the same move, the same choice. The woman was too fat, she would only slow down her speed, and even if she was lucky enough to take it away, just thinking about that fat body would mean that she would have to consume two servings, or even more, of food. Instead of watching her be bitten to death by zombies and then infected by the virus, it is better to split her in half with an axe, hello, hello me, hello everyone, zombies can also eat enough.

If you want to talk about selfishness, there must be something. When he took Lisa into the suburbs and made sure that it was safe, Ivanov's biggest hobby every day was to strip off this graceful woman and press her under her to do reciprocating impact exercises.

Lisa was a good cook, and Ivanov could smell the aroma of bread that permeated the room, as well as the smell of hot beetroot soup.

Sitting at the table, looking at the tempting food, Ivanov and Lisa did not rush to eat, but clasped their hands, closed their eyes, and began to pray silently.

Lisa was a devout Catholic, but Ivanov was not. He even hated the old bastard called "God", believing that it was a mixture of a liar and a villain.

However, when the Chinese appeared, Ivanov finally believed that there was indeed a God in this world.

Speaking of which, it's actually quite simple.

It was last winter, when Ivanov went out looking for food and met a Chinese. Together with Ivanov, he killed a group of zombies wandering around the granary. Because of their strength and strength, the Chinese won Ivanov's friendship. In this way, they built another compartment in the bomb shelter, and together they went out to search for necessities, faced danger together, and destroyed mutated creatures together. Soon, the two became friends who talked about everything.

Half a year ago, Ivanov accidentally contracted typhoid fever. The Chinese risked his way into the city's hospital and got some antibiotics. Ivanov, who was in a coma with a high fever, did not notice that when the Chinese injected themselves with the drug, they were also mixed with a dark red liquid that looked like human blood.