As for the tertiary potions...... It was scarce and had to be prioritized for high-ranking figures and front-line officers. The strong smell tends to numb the olfactory nerves. Li Daoyuan put away his handkerchief, grabbed a bloody corpse head with only two-thirds left from his feet, held it flat in front of his eyes, frowned, looked at it for a few seconds, and then threw it away. He walked straight to Su Hao's motorcade that was parked not far away. The trucks were modified beyond recognition – steel plates were added all sides of the body, and the front windshield and window glass surfaces were covered with double steel wire mesh. Although it obstructs the driver's vision a little, it eliminates the possibility of zombies smashing glass and burrowing into the cab. Especially at the front of the car, there is a ring-shaped steel blade that protrudes more than 40 centimeters towards the front convex.

This thing is sturdy and has very sharp edges. When the truck accelerated forward, it was like a powerful giant knife, cutting the zombie in front of it from the waist.

A full one hundred and fifty first-order enhancers, and one second-order enhancer commander.

There's modified trucks, heavy weaponry with ferocious firepower, and weird tactics that are flexible enough to fit the urban terrain. Li Daoyuan had no doubt that even if the number of combatants was only half of what it is now, they could still kill the entire corpse group.

"I have to report to the army headquarters for you."

Li Daoyuan walked up to Su Hao and said seriously and excitedly: "You did a good job. It is believed that this astonishing achievement will soon cause a sensation in the upper echelons of the military department. In contrast, our usual tactics are too rigid to be flexible. Perhaps that's the biggest difference between a survivor and an army – you fight for your life, and we don't feel the threat of death at hand. It's different, really, it's not the same at all!" As he spoke, he patted Su Hao's shoulder with great emotion and said seriously: "I will write a detailed battle report as soon as possible and hand it in." Your epaulettes should be able to add a star in no time. Congratulations in advance, Lieutenant. Su Hao wiped the blood on his body with a towel, smiled, and said, "You have to add a clause to the report: I need to replenish weapons and ammunition." Chalk bombs, in particular, consume quickly. Li Daoyuan nodded and promised: "No problem." I can give you a batch in advance. 5。 There is a lot of ammunition in 8 mm caliber, and it will be replenished to you as a matter of priority. ”

"Also, I have one more request."

Looking at Li Daoyuan's slightly puzzled eyes, a trace of cunning flashed in the depths of Su Hao's pupils.

"According to my speculation, there should be more room for the use of the silver bone substance. I need a lot of material to do a more detailed analysis. I'll send someone to collect the silver bones here for research. You know, experiments consume a lot of material. I hope to come up with results as soon as possible. It's good for everyone. Li Daoyuan pondered for a moment, nodded his head, and agreed. Lin Feihu sat on the heavy leather chair and looked at the wide-mouthed glass containing liquor in front of him with a blank expression. On the table a little farther away, there is also a bottle of "Feitian Moutai" with a third of the remaining drink, as well as five or six empty wine bottles of different brands. The room was a mess. Shredded pieces of paper were everywhere, glass frames that had been hanging on the walls fell to the ground, and many things were smashed. Judging by the remaining fragments, there are ashtrays made of marble, fine blue porcelain, and valuable handicrafts...... They were no longer whole, scattered into pieces and lying on the ground moaning. Occasionally, the wind blew in through the open window, sweeping up a cloud of scattered confetti.

The room was horribly chaotic, as if it had just been ransacked by robbers.

Lin Feihu poured a large sip of wine from his neck. The hot liquid stimulates the blood to boil.

He was older than ever—his face was darker, his wrinkles were getting denser, his eyes were cloudy, and the flesh was falling loosely from the sides of his cheeks. The whole person was lifeless, and there was no longer half of his vitality.

Like the three teams sent out earlier, Lin Yu has not sent any news back so far.

His sons, nephews, subordinates, and thousands of people who accompanied him to Kunming seemed to have completely evaporated from this world, and there was no news at all. And so they disappeared. Lin Feihu felt an unprecedented panic. He didn't know what was going on in the Dao? He thought about continuing to send people to find out the news, and he also thought about concentrating all the strength of the entire "Sheng Fei" group to go to that damn city to see what was going on. However, Lin Feihu has no way to realize his idea. Lin Yu and Lin Zhou took away three helicopters, as well as almost all the heavy vehicles of the "Sheng Fei" group. In the northern base, that is, the manor where Lin Feihu is currently located, there are tens of thousands of slaves and hundreds of core members of the group. The remaining weapons in the warehouse are only enough to equip about a thousand people at most. There are no vehicles, there are not enough people to control, and even if you go south with all the slaves, you can't get too far. In other cities, the "Sheng Fei" group still has some personnel and strength. It takes a lot of time to bring them together. Lin Feihu was tired, tired, and finally gave up. Lost pupils staring at the photo. It was a picture of him with his two sons. The three people in the photo are laughing. In the background is the Tiananmen Square Cemetery in Beijing. Lin Feihu stood in the middle, and Lin Zhou naughtily lay on his father's back, gesturing with scissor hands. Lin Yu has the majesty of his brother, he put his arm around his father with one hand, and grabbed his younger brother with the other hand to prevent him from doing too much. The whole photo is full of strong family affection.

The time in the lower right corner of the photo is "August 5, 2012 ......".

Suddenly, Lin Feihu crumpled the photo with a trembling hand and stuffed it into his mouth like crazy. He chewed hard, his teeth "creaking" from the photographic paper, his eyes filled with tears, and a whimper of great grief came from the depths of his throat.

"Son...... Whining...... Son—"

No news, it means missing.

This world is full of zombies. The meaning of the word "missing" is self-evident. Lin Feihu didn't know if someone was targeting him? He had been repenting that he shouldn't have set up a camp in that city, that he shouldn't have fought for his so-called dreams. There is no money to earn. There is no status, which can be fought for. But he had no sons or relatives...... There was nothing left. Wine, and wine. Lin Feihu grabbed the "Moutai" on the table and stared at it for several minutes. He had just uncorked the bottle and wanted to drink it all, and then slowly put the bottle down, his eyes flashing with infinite heavy pain and ferocity. He savagely wiped everything on the table and staggered to his feet from his chair to the sound of glass shattering. Lin Feihu approached the closet, opened the cabinet door, took out a "Type 95" assault rifle, and grabbed a few full magazines and stuffed them into his pocket. After doing all this, he opened the door, pestled the ground with his gun, and slowly walked down the stairs with one hand against the wall.

As the chairman of the group, Lin Feihu's mansion is surrounded by power grids and protective walls, as well as more than a dozen personal bodyguards. He was dressed in pajamas, cotton slippers, and a gun in his arms, his face flushed with alcohol, and his eyes were scattered.

This dress attracts a lot of people. But the identity and position were there, and no one dared to speak out, just followed Lin Feihu with a surprised and strange gaze. Watch him go downstairs, turn on the controls on the power grid and the fence, and stagger out of the passage to the slave ghetto lined with iron cages. It is made up of several large simple warehouses. Inside, there are two layers of cages more than three meters high. The pattern is much like a chicken farm. The cages were full of people, old and young, men and women, all refugees from various cities. They are concentrated here, categorized by gender and youth. Some were selected for the military, some became members of the group, and some were sent to nearby farms.

Women and children, in particular, are often given as rewards for those who have made meritorious contributions to the group.

As for their former relatives and spouses...... If you kill it, you will kill it, and no one will care about that. In this world, the world is chaotic enough, and if the weak want to survive, they must rely on the strong. Cage, not room. There are no soft beds, no dining tables, and no toilets and washrooms. Personal problems can only be solved in front of other people. Whether male or female, standing or squatting to urinate is no longer as embarrassing as when he was first caught. The corners of the cages were littered with feces, and the air was filthy. Seeing Lin Feihu walk in, many people's eyes showed fear, hope, hatred, and hideousness. Lin Feihu held the gun, his eyes were indifferent, and his expression was numb. Like a chicken and duck farmer, he walked into the passage in the middle of the iron cage in despair, patrolling his private territory.

Through the cage, Lin Feihu saw a little boy who was eight or nine years old. So they bent down and squatted down and looked at each other seriously.

"My son used to be about your age. It's beautiful and well-behaved. I took them out into the streets, to the zoo. Ride one on your shoulders and hold one in your hand. Buy them ice cream, buy toys. I, I am the happiest person in the world. With a strange smile and a hoarse voice, Lin Feihu picked up his rifle and aimed at the boy and pulled the trigger. Bang-" The boy collapsed. The shrill gunfire broke the calm in the warehouse. The atmosphere suddenly "boomed" into chaos. People started screaming and crying. Many people desperately shrank into the corners of the cages, squeezing and pushing each other, trying their best to get away from the horrible old man outside. Several bodyguards rushed in from outside. They had guns in their hands and were about to shoot at Lin Feihu. suddenly found that the perpetrator was his boss, and his expression and gaze instantly froze. Then, there is no more action.

Lin Feihu glanced coldly at the door a few times, and continued to walk forward with the gun.

He saw a woman crouching on the ground shivering. Very young and beautiful. If you don't have feces on your body and too much dirt on your face, take a good shower and put on makeup, you should have a high rate of turning back when walking on the street.

"At that time, she was a little like you. I chased her all the time when I was in school. At that time she was a swan, and I was a toad on the ground. She was so arrogant that she didn't even look at me. I told myself that I had to get ahead, that I had to earn a lot of money and come back, and I stoned her to death with bundles of bills. Slowly, I forgot about it and met my wife. The woman was fat and nice to me. At that time, I was a poor ghost, she never disliked it, and she helped me give birth to a son. Then I got rich, and I met the original woman at the class reunion. She kept apologizing to me, saying that she was ignorant when she was a child, and asked me if I still wanted her? She doesn't mind if I have a wife. Haha She doesn't mind that I have a wife, she can say that kind of thing...... Haha Lin Feihu laughed breathlessly, he put the butt of his gun against his stomach and pulled the trigger again. Looking at the panicked and chaotic slave in front of him, Lin Feihu felt very enjoyable and felt unprecedented excitement. The thrill of blood and killing made him forget his grief. Deep in the brain there is an impulsive effect similar to that of a drug stimulus. Lin Feihu picked up his gun and aimed it at the desperate people in the cage, shooting like crazy. Screams that almost punctured eardrums were constantly coming from the warehouse. Crying, screaming, wailing...... The most terrible voices in the human world are mixed with each other. They want to run, they want to run, they want to run, but they can't do anything. I could only watch Lin Feihu, whose face was flushed and excited, change the magazine, with a cruelty that could not be described in words, raised the gun again and again, and shot fiercely and furiously. It's been turned into hell here. Unrecognizable corpses fill the remaining space in the cage. The dying are wailing, and the legs and feet of the deceased are twitching. The living are scrambling for the corpses, trying to block the chalk with the bodies of their companions. Black blood splattered all over the walls. More blood poured out of the fragments of the limb and slowly flowed down the ground, turning into a pool of blood of astonishing depth.

"Cry! Cry you fuck fuck-"

"What qualifications do you have to scream here? Isn't it death? I'm afraid of my cock! Anyway, sooner or later, what's the difference between dying and being killed or dying of old age?"

"I have nothing left. No sons, no relatives. You, why do you still live?" Lin Feihu roared loudly, threw down the already hot gun, and sat heavily on the blood-soaked ground. He gasped desperately, and the abnormal red on his face quickly faded, and he returned to a weak and miserable white. Tears were hanging from the corners of his eyes. The living man in the cage next to him stared at him with the eyes of a beast. Lin Feihu landed his hands on the ground. The slightly cold blood was very viscous, slowly soaking through the palm of his hand, cooling his frenzied and hot brain.

"I want revenge! I want revenge! Whoever it is, there must be a price. Whether it's a human or a zombie, you, you kill my son, I, I, I'm going to kill you, kill you—"

As is customary, every Monday, all members of the command of the 71 Army must attend the meeting. Xu Renjie sat in the chief seat of the conference room. He smoked a cigarette and looked unhappily at a document in front of him. This is the latest combat report just submitted by Li Daoyuan, the commander in charge of the KD03 base. It recorded in detail the battle process of Su Hao and Wu Guoguang working together to annihilate the large-scale corpse group. Similar reports, the command of the army group receives a few on a daily basis. However, all the staff officers unanimously agreed that the report was of extremely important reference value, and even requested that it be submitted to the military department as a model. Xu Renjie's general's uniform was open, revealing a fat belly tightly wrapped in his shirt. He looked very tired, as if he hadn't slept last night. In order to make his sore eyes a little more comfortable, Xu Renjie pinched the bridge of his nose in the middle of his eyes with his fingers, exhaled a long breath with strong smoke, and said sullenly: "Let's talk about it!" What do you all think?" On both sides of the conference table, more than a dozen officers sat in order. Of these, mostly colonels and lieutenant colonels. Chen Yanlin sat under Xu Renjie, his expression was indifferent, and he drank tea unhurriedly. Everyone has seen the report. The General Staff assessed the authenticity of the report and verified that it was correct.

There is no doubt that as combatants, Su Hao and Wu Guoguang are absolutely meritorious and should be commended. The more than 2,800 zombies mentioned in the report have a new combat mode and an astonishingly low proportion of casualties...... All of these attract the reader's attention like a magnet. People suddenly discovered that zombies are not difficult to deal with. As long as you find the right way and cooperate tacitly, you can win this biological war.

The question is, what kind of reward should Su Hao be given?

Opinions are divided into two streams.

Heavy prizes?

Or is it a mere form of verbal encouragement?

No one responded to his question, which made the commander of the group army, Xu Renjie, very dissatisfied. He pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, tapped the table with his knuckles, and said in a urging tone, "Let's talk about it!" Speak freely, we want to talk about the lord of the people!" Xu Renjie didn't want to give Su Hao any reward at all. It's not that he has any prejudice against Su Hao, but that Xiao Lin has an unusual hatred for this young man. Thinking of Xiao Lin, Xu Renjie subconsciously thought of a graceful nude. The eyes are sexy and charming, the skin is white and smooth, and the lips are thick and soft. It's amazing to be in bed with this woman, she never refuses any way of having sex, and always brings herself freshness and excitement. The complicated patterns and physical friction are not at all comparable to the yellow-faced woman at home. In contrast, hehe! Well! A tender hard-boiled egg like a freshly peeled shell. One is a stinky preserved egg that is rough by hand, not well made, and rotten and spoiled. A few months ago, when Chen Yanlin was investigating the invalidation of the promotion order, the personnel chief of the group army took Xiao Lin to find Xu Renjie. The other party's intention is very clear: I hope that Xu Renjie will intervene and forcibly suppress this matter, and everyone will be happy with the result. In addition to Lu Zhengxiong, only a few people involved in the case were demoted. Xiao Lin also slept in Xu Renjie's bed naturally. Last week, she was promoted to colonel. Many people in the conference room are Xu Renjie's henchmen. They understood Xu Renjie's voiceover and knew what to do at such a time.

A major general with glasses cleared his throat and said: "There is no doubt that Comrade Su Hao performed very well in the battle. I suggest that the KD03 base issue a commendation order for him. And, within the base, the notification is carried out. His words were brief and never followed. A lieutenant colonel questioned: "Just a commendation, no job adjustment? With the strength of a small team of the monitoring station, nearly 3,000 zombies were annihilated. Such military exploits are not to be said to be commendable, even if they are directly promoted to captain, or even major, it is not too much. "