Autumn turned to winter, and the time came to 2014, although the cold weather did not have much impact, but most of the surviving humans had to put on a thick layer of cotton clothing.

At this time, half a year has passed since the establishment of the United and Community of Humanity.

Thanks to the implementation of the base network plan, the organization has established more than 30 bases in most of the states of America, and thousands of people have been sent out to shoulder the heavy responsibility of building bases.

Thanks to the efforts of the expatriates in the various bases, an average of hundreds of survivors have joined the community every week.

Not only that, but in the absence of air support, the People's Federation has also established a life channel between these strongholds that can be connected to each other.

In the event of an accident in some strongholds, they can not only support each other and cooperate with each other in a short period of time, but also use this network to monitor the whole of America and deal a fatal blow to the invading enemy at any time.

In order to recruit more survivors, the residents of these strongholds not only put recruitment signs on various iconic buildings, but also set up reminders in places such as traffic arteries, road forks, and water sources.

It provides a way for survivors who are still struggling to survive in search of rotting food and safe settlements.

As long as the lucky ones can follow the prompts and recruitment instructions set by the Human Federation, then they will have a chance to find the Human Federation strongholds located in each continent.

As long as these guys are settled enough, hard enough, and willing to fight for the cause of the People's Federation, then after a period of inspection, they have a chance to be sent to Georgia and become an honorable Renlian resident.

………………

In a secret training ground in Georgia Asia, more than 400 tall, muscular men in military uniforms are training hard.

Even though they were sweating, their muscles twitched, and even though their painful thighs were difficult to lift, they still dragged their tired bodies and repeated high-intensity physical training.

This kind of hard work and persistence made Lyon, who came to visit, feel slightly moved.

Professor Marlock followed General William and said in a slightly proud tone:

"This is the hoplites we have trained, they have been eating octopus muscle powder for three months in a row, with ultra-high-intensity physical endurance training, the physical fitness of these people should be close to the apex of ordinary people."

"Each of them is a top strongman, and they can continue to grow without endangering their health and longevity."

Professor Mallock, who has also become a muscular hunk, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with confidence and calmness in his tone:

"President, the information you brought back from the city of Miami is very valuable for us, and I will continue to explore the path of strengthening human physical fitness."

"One day, I will create the strongest soldier for you, for the people."

Leon nodded encouragingly, acknowledging Professor Marlock's determination, and he looked sideways at General William and asked:

"General William, what do you think of this group of soldiers?"

General William observed the muscular hunks below with a contemplative gaze, and after thinking about it for more than ten seconds, he agreed with Professor Mallock's evaluation and said:

"Your Excellency, these people are indeed excellent soldiers, and their strength and endurance are comparable to the best special forces."

"Although the combat skills are not proficient, the patience and hard work are worthy of praise."

"Give me half a year, and I have the confidence to train them into an invincible hoplite."

Leon, satisfied with the answers of the two, thought for a moment, and said in a slightly emotional tone:

"I will name this legion the Death Corps and let the scientific research department design special equipment and weapons for them."

"I hope they will be able to bring death and destruction to our enemies with their weapons and shields."

"I hope they can engrave the name of the Death Corps in the souls of the enemy."

The two of them listened to this slightly secondary name, and they didn't have any opinions, according to the president's wishes, wait until the training of this legion is completed.

This group of muscular hunks will make full use of their strength and stamina, equipped with heavy bulletproof armor and a large number of heavy weapons, and transform into small tanks and turrets.

When the time comes, whether it is facing survivors or those stupid monsters and zombies, this army of death can rely on its powerful defense and be invincible.

Just as Leon, William, and Professor Marlock were still discussing how to continue to improve the team's combat mode and strengthen their individual combat effectiveness.

Peggy, who is in charge of managing the satellite command center, suddenly comes with news.

According to intelligence from a local Chicago stronghold, two forces are engaged in large-scale fighting on a certain street near Chicago.

The intensity of the fighting was very high, and even tanks, armored vehicles, helicopters, and various heavy weapons were used.

The area is now littered with corpses and vehicle remains.

"My dear, our men also rescued a couple of deserters on the edge of the battlefield, who claimed to be the people of CRM, whose full name is Civic Republic City."

Leon was slightly stunned when he heard this, this organization seemed to have appeared in the finale, and it seemed to be the organization that saved Rick.

Although he didn't know anything else, it was best not to reveal the location of his camp anyway.

After all, the current apocalypse is based on the law of the dark forest, and the camp that is placed on the bright side, if the strength is insufficient, it is likely to become the target of other careerists

For example, the Alexandria community, the kingdom of God, once discovered by other forces, what awaits them is likely to be a large-scale raid.

"Well, I see, inform the people in the Chicago base, I remember it seems to be Abraham and Chen Jingzhong, right?"

"Let the two of them send those deserters to our main base in Georgia."

After a pause, Leon added:

"Continue to monitor this war, and the people in your satellite command center should try to record all the details of this war, so that we can analyze more intelligence and understand these big forces."

"At this stage, the forces that can still use aircraft and artillery must not be underestimated."

Peggy nodded, indicating that she would arrange for someone to monitor the place day and night.

……

Georgia, People's Union Airport.

This morning, the main base in Georgia welcomed a new group of members.

Diana looked at the thriving community in front of her with a complicated expression.

After a month of absence, many new buildings have been added to the area, and the residents have come and gone, and they are busier than before.

Although it was only the third time she had come here, she had everything in her heart.

Behind her, nearly 100 surviving residents of the Alexandria community also quickly stepped off the plane, including old people and children, but many more were young people.

Each of them had a little excitement and hesitation on their faces, carefully observing the environment here, and when they joined the Human Federation, this place would also become their new home.

It's been nearly three months since I came into contact with Miss Jasmine in the Alexandria community.

During this period, Diana visited the headquarters of the People's Federation twice, and through videos and photos, she passed on the safe and civilized environment and the concept of lofty equality to the residents who trusted her.

Under the persuasion of Diana, after more than two months of running-in, all the residents of the Alexandria community finally agreed to join the People's Federation and moved to a safer and more civilized Georgia en masse.

Behind Diana, her youngest son, Tobinse, saw everyone get off the plane and wait for a few minutes, and no one paid any attention to them.

Everyone stayed at the airport like fools and looked around, surrounded by the residents of the People's Union who were curious about their identities, and quietly pointed there, and couldn't help but ask in a loud voice with some irritation:

"Mother, where are we going now?"

"Are the people here too snub us, we have traveled thousands of miles to come here, and no one has come to arrange it."

"Shut up, just wait here and don't mess with us."

Deanna glared at her pampered youngest son, and looked at her husband Reggie with a wry smile.

Then he went to the inhabitants of Alexandria, and made a speech to comfort the slightly irritated mood of the people.

A few minutes later, under the curious eyes of the surrounding residents, a beautiful blonde girl, surrounded by several staff members, walked out and came to the residents of Alexandria.

Seeing this beautiful girl, Diana immediately smiled, stepped forward and nodded to the girl, and said softly:

"Miss Avril, thank you for coming, thank you for your hard work."

Avril held a notebook and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, Ms. Diana, but we have recently ended a war with an enemy power and occupied territory in Florida, and I need to arrange all kinds of affairs, so you have to wait for a long time."

As a former politician, Diana certainly understands what kind of rights this beautiful girl in front of her has, as the president's secretary, and where she dares to embarrass her.

She had a kind smile on her face, and her voice was like a spring breeze.

"Miss Avril, I wonder if this time we will have the opportunity to meet His Excellency the President."

It is also unlucky to say that Diana visited the base of the People's Union twice, but due to various unexpected reasons, she did not see Leon.

For the young man who founded the People's Federation, she was curious from the bottom of her heart.

Avril glanced at the old woman in front of her quietly, and felt that the former politician must have concealed some information, so she still said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, Ms. Diana, but Your Excellency the President is too busy to receive you."

"However, if it is something that is beneficial to the development of the People's Federation, you can convey it to His Excellency the President through me."

She glanced at Diana thoughtfully, then glanced at the other residents of Alexandria's neighborhood, and said with a smile:

"Lady Diana, you and the survivors must be a little tired after such a long journey."

"It's better to go with me to the personnel department to register your information, and then I will assign you a house to live in."

"Don't worry, in order to take care of your feelings of leaving home, I will assign you to the same neighborhood of the house."

After saying that, together with Diana, he arranged for these residents to go to the office building where the personnel department was located.

At this time, Leon was also busy, as Avril said.

On this morning, he was invited to the experimental center of the scientific research department to see a newly developed secret weapon.

And the developer of this weapon is actually still a good citizen who has almost forgotten him, Eugene.

Led by Professor Thomas, the head of the Research Department, they arrived in a room where the power of the weapon was tested.

The little fat man Eugene was holding a black metal firearm, and looked at the oncoming president with a somewhat apprehensive expression.

Although Leon looks down on this timid fat man, as long as he is a talented person and a person who can contribute to the people's association, he will not despise it.

He patted Eugene on the shoulder with a kind expression and said:

"Don't be nervous, Eugene, tell us about the weapons you've developed."

Facing the kind smile of the big leader, Eugene calmed down the nervousness in his heart a little, he swallowed his saliva, showed the weapon in his arms in front of Leon, and stammered a little:

"Your Excellency, I named this weapon the Radiant Molten Gun, inspired by the special mutated zombie corroders."

"Although the bile in the corroder's body is highly volatile, its corrosive ability is simply unmatched, and it can cause large-scale and continuous corrosive damage to metal, flesh and blood, and a variety of materials."

"Just like the tank-type zombies we have faced, ordinary bullets or cold weapons can only cause penetrating or cutting damage to these special zombies with strong flesh."

"If you want to use a normal firearm, it's more difficult to kill them head-on."

"But this special corrosive hot solution that we have modified can dissolve the flesh and blood of the tank-type zombie in a very short period of time, and achieve the effect of killing it head-on."

Eugene had obviously been preparing for today for a long time, and he was speaking faster and faster, and he was becoming more and more confident in his conversation.

After listening to the introduction, Leon picked up the black radiant melt gun in Eugene's hand, this gun is relatively lightweight, and does not have the pull-out magazine of traditional firearms, but is installed under the scope of the firearm, a liquid magazine similar to a translucent potion bottle.

Looks like some kind of cool water spray gun.

Soon, under the guidance of Professor Toms and Eugene, he began testing the power of different objects using a radiation melt gun.

Shout! …… Syllable!

A cloud of green hot solution was wrapped in a transparent film, and it hit the ten-centimeter metal plate at a speed of forty or fifty meters per second, and exploded with a pop, and the green pus covered the palm-sized position.

Yikes! Yikes! Yikes!

Then, under the toothache of corrosion, a cloud of black smoke rose quickly, and it took about ten seconds for the ten-centimeter-thick alloy steel plate to be corroded into a palm-sized, two-or three-centimeter deep depression.

Leon frowned, and fired five more rounds at intervals into the depression, and the smoke rose, and it took about two minutes to finally burn the ten-centimeter-thick alloy steel plate into a fist-sized hole.

He didn't speak, and instead of paying attention to Eugene, whose expression had become agitated, he replaced the test targets with zombies, wooden boards, plastic, and five other common materials.

After about an hour of testing, the various targets on the experimental site were corroded into countless potholes, large and small, and even the concrete floor was corroded with scorched black marks.

Leon put away the radiation molten gun, turned to look at Eugene with a sweat on his forehead, stared at him for more than ten seconds, and suddenly showed a praising smile, and said while applauding:

"What an outstanding weapon, Mr. Eugene, and although there is still some room for improvement in the design of the firearm, the power of the hot solution is impressive."

As he spoke, he nodded at Professor Tom, then turned to Eugene and continued:

"You've proven to me what you're capable of, Mr. Eugene."

"I'm going to have Toms promote you to project director, give you a dedicated lab, apprenticeship, and the resources you need, and you'll be responsible for developing the Radiant Melter family of weapons from now on."

Leon thought for a moment, looked at Eugene, who was full of excitement because of his promotion, blamed the ammunition bottle on the radiation heat melt gun, and asked:

"By the way, Eugene, what raw materials and processes are needed to produce this hot solution, and if I want to build a factory dedicated to the production of hot solutions, is the plan feasible?"

In the face of the big boss's question, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and immediately restrained his mood and replied seriously:

"There's no need to be so troublesome, Your Excellency, although the raw material of this hot solution needs to corrode the bile in the body to prepare, but it doesn't require too complicated processes to make it."

"For an average corroder's bile, we can produce a small keg, about a thousand small rounds of hot melt gun bullets."

The little fat man Eugene pinched his fingers and counted it, raised his head to look at Leon and said:

"According to the information we got from the logistics department, this time from the zombie hordes in Florida, we have harvested at least tens of thousands of corpses of corruptors."

"With these raw materials, presumably for a long time, the hot melt guns we produce will not be short of ammunition."

In this regard, Leon shook his head, and he did not speak to You Jin alone, but faced Professor Thomas and Eugene, and said:

"Professor Toms, Eugene."

"The Radiant Heat Melt Gun is not suitable for attacking people, and although it is lethal enough compared to modern bullets, it cannot kill the enemy in an instant."

"I saw it as dealing with large creatures and heavy armored units, just like the giant zombies and giant octopus monsters we used to deal with, and even the amazing metal walls in the lab, tanks, warships, and all sorts of enemies."

"So you have to find ways to increase the ammunition capacity of the radiation melt gun and its range and rate of fire, and design various types of launchers similar to small artillery shells, airborne missiles, and even mortar shells."

Leon looked at the thoughtful appearance of the two, changed his words, and said encouragingly:

"Of course, this is a very meaningful project, we can't do it overnight, we need to continue to improve, carefully study."

"It may take years, even decades, but I trust your abilities."

………………

Outside Chicago, on the shores of Lake Michigan.

The Wardgan Nuclear Power Plant is the largest of the nearby states.

Originally, neither CRM nor Freemasonry attention was paid to this ordinary nuclear power plant.

But since the figure of a mysterious monster was noticed by the eyes of both sides a month ago, this has become an important place for the two forces to fight hard.

However, compared to the Commonsons who spread all over the world, CRM Civic Republic has a local advantage, with control of many military bases and secret missile bases.

But they are far from Freemasonry in many ways, including numbers, intelligence, armaments, and knowledge of the zombie virus.

In the two-month skirmish, the Citizen Republic lost thousands of soldiers and a large amount of modern equipment, and was at a disadvantage in the war against the Freemasons.

Out of consideration for the war losses and future plans, CRM Civic Republic finally decided to abandon the fight for the nuclear power plant.

However, what CRM Republic City may not have imagined is that the Wardgan Nuclear Power Plant, which they regarded as a reward for the war, would inflict unimaginable losses on the Masonic forces.

Above the Wardgan Nuclear Power Plant, a high-pitched beast roared, and the hideous beast with a body shape like an ancient pterosaur roared in the sky, and the terrifying sound waves shook the air within a radius of several kilometers, and the wide fleshy wings tens of meters long were wrapped in the fierce wind, and kept flapping.

Some of the soldiers and tanks that couldn't dodge were shot or overturned like toys.

The high-ranking officer belonging to the Freemasons had a hideous expression, and his eyes were full of fear and anger, and he shot his pistol at the eye of the giant beast and shouted with all his might:

"Attack it, don't stop, attack it all."

However, no matter how desperately the soldiers shoot, in the face of this high-speed moving air unit, their hit rate is quite pitiful.

And even if he was hit by a bullet, except for a few anti-materiel sniper shells, which were able to shoot a few sparks on the wings of the behemoth, the other bullets would not even cause him any damage.

But it didn't hurt, but the tickling attack drew the beast's attention, first scanning the ants on the ground with its feline-like green vertical pupils, and then focusing on the Black Hawk helicopters that circled around it.

Taking advantage of the moment when the helicopter turned around and stopped, the huge meat wings slapped violently, the wind swept, and the body of the giant beast was like a rocket, and it flew out of a large section and pounced on the gunship that had no time to dodge.

Then, the seemingly hard metal vehicle faced a terrifying beast with a body length of nearly fifty meters, like a chick facing an adult falcon, and in just an instant, it was crushed into a ball by the huge claws.

With a single blow, the pterodactyl-like behemoth let out a roar of pleasure, and then set its sights on several other helicopters.

Lock, pounce, minc.

Under the frightened gaze of the Freemason commander and many pilots, it only took a few minutes for these modern weapons of war to turn into the debris that had fallen to the ground.

And without those gunships that can contain the pterodactyl behemoth, the soldiers or tanks on the ground will not be able to harm this terrifying flying beast.

Seeing a large number of elite soldiers and precious main battle tanks, as if they were ants, one after another, they were wantonly played and killed by this flying pterosaur monster.

The survivors of the battlefield were terrified and frightened.

The commander's adjutant was obviously not qualified in psychological endurance, and in the face of this overwhelming disadvantage, this strong middle-aged man was actually frightened by the distortion of his facial features and his legs trembled.

His eyes were fixed, as if he had fallen into the pleasure of hunting his prey, and he walked up to the commander and stammered:

"My lord, retreat."

"We lack anti-aircraft weapons, and we have no chance of winning against this flying monster."

"Staying here will only increase casualties, and for the sake of Freemasonry, we should save the lives of these warriors."

Hearing the adjutant's words, the commander turned around and punched him hard in the face, and the huge force directly knocked out five or six of his teeth.

"Despicable coward, in the face of the battle, you actually chose to run away, you have betrayed the trust of His Highness the Son of God."

"If we make it back to the base alive, I will surely relay your cowardice and incompetence to His Highness the Divine Son."

However, although the commander's critical words against the adjutant were high-sounding and awe-inspiring, judging from the tangled expression on his face, he was not the kind of person who was willing to sacrifice his precious life for the so-called righteousness.

The commander knew in his heart that although His Highness Miko looked handsome and kind-hearted, he was not the kind of good man who was magnanimous and had no temper.

If he only sacrificed a small number of soldiers and fled with everyone, he was likely to be regarded as a coward who was greedy for life and afraid of death.

There is a high chance that the final fate will be given to the research laboratory and used as an experiment to be manipulated with by others.

But if he does his best to complete it at the cost of life and death, although the task assigned by His Highness the Divine Son is not completed, resulting in heavy casualties among the troops, there is a high probability that His Royal Highness the Divine Son will remember his bravery and fearlessness and forgive him for the crime of defeat.

Therefore, for the safety of his own life and future fate, the commander could only watch the soldiers resist desperately, and finally was easily rejected and tortured to death.

It was another half an hour, when the number of their troops had grown from more than three thousand to less than a thousand, that the commander finally gave the order to retreat.

Anyway, they are all low-level soldiers who will fight for their lives for a few bites, even if they lose a few thousand people, it is not a loss for Freemasonry.

After the retreat order was given, the remaining officers on the battlefield immediately organized the remnants of the video and began to disperse and retreat.

Seeing that the ants that were still struggling desperately just now were divided into many small units of two or three together.

Some of the tired pterosaur beasts didn't spend much energy chasing after them, and after randomly swatting dozens of ants with their huge meat wings more than ten meters wide, it flapped its wings and flew towards the sea.

Originally, this giant beast could only eat a large number of zombies every day to satisfy its growing appetite.

However, a few weeks ago, he unexpectedly discovered that there were some huge fish tens of meters long in the sea, which always liked to float to the surface and spray water from behind.

After eating it a few times, it found that the fish tasted very good, the meat was abundant, delicious and juicy, and it was not difficult to prey.

From then on, every time it gets hungry, it goes to the sea in search of this fish.

………………

North, CRM Headquarters.

General Ross had a complicated expression, looked at the battle report in his hand, and was silent.

The several adjutants beside him stared at the ground without daring to breathe, waiting for the reprimand they might face at any time.

However, this time, the hot-tempered General Ross did not scold them again, but drove away a few people with some interest.

After the lieutenants had left, a beautiful girl with a cold appearance walked in and walked across from General Ross.

Seeing the girl in front of him, he restrained the tiredness on his face, forced a fairly kind smile, and said:

"Chris, you're back."

With a cold expression, the girl nodded to General Ross and said:

"Uncle, what happened, you seem to be very tired."

Rose shook his head stubbornly, handed the report in his hand to the girl, and said:

"Freemasonry is still strong, but we still have too few soldiers."

"Although in terms of individual strength and tacit understanding of group combat, our soldiers are superior."

"But every time the Freemasons send nearly twice as many troops as us, to wear them down with me."

The girl quickly read the report with a cold expression, then threw it on the table and said:

"No way, at present, the gap between the scientific and technological forces of our two sides is not large, they occupy many small countries, and they can arbitrarily enslave this group of people."

"If we fight hard with them, we can only suffer."

General Ross nodded thoughtfully, sighed, and said:

"Most of the developed countries have been specifically targeted by them, but those countries that are backward have more survivors."

"It's really too much for us to deal with Freemasonry alone, maybe we need to find some allies."

Chris snorted, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for himself, and said:

"Uncle, those bastards aren't as kind as you think."

"Although there are a lot of monsters on our side, there are basically some humanoids."

"But the monsters in those small countries are even weirder."

"These bastards just want to raise Gu and sacrifice humans all over the world. Use different methods to find a path that can lead to godhood. ”

As he spoke, Chris spat on the ground and said disdainfully:

"They underestimate human beings too much, and they overestimate themselves too much, a group of short-sighted people who actually try to become gods, but they are just clowns who kill themselves."

"Perhaps, we don't need to fight them openly, or it won't be long before they become self-defeating because of their own ambitions."

While the two were talking, an adjutant suddenly walked in from outside.

With a hint of joy on his face, he handed a report of the battle to General Ross.

The old general picked up the battle report and glanced at it, and suddenly couldn't help but laugh a little.

Said to his niece:

"Chris, your guess is accurate, just today, the Masonic bastards suffered a big loss because of their arrogance."

(End of chapter)