The painting boat floats on the Bailong River, slowly moving forward along the river.

Tang Zheng's original plan was to take a boat on the Bailong River for a while, and then follow the Haojiang River all the way to the west, walking about 3,000 kilometers before abandoning the ship and landing.

But now it seems that this plan is not working.

This section of the Bailongjiang River is okay, moving forward along the water, and the speed is okay.

But when it comes to the Haojiang River, the waterway bends, the water flows to the east and he goes west, and it is too difficult to go against the current, not to mention that the engine of this ship has been scrapped, and it is undoubtedly unrealistic to rely on penny to advance in shallow water.

Time does not allow him to do that, it is now the ninth day of the last days, and at the speed of this kind of ship, he will not be able to reach the west of Sichuan in a month.

Therefore, the time for him to take the boat is only tonight, and when he reaches the Haojiang section tomorrow morning, he will abandon the boat and land and move along the road.

Picked up a chair, sat on the boat, and looked at the river scenery on the shore, Tang Zheng couldn't tell what it was like.

The prosperity of the past has gone with the wind, and the city of the end makes people despair when they look at it.

The fireworks of the world, which were once taken for granted, now seem to be the most extravagant things, out of reach.

Turn on the phone, and the network signal is still there.

There are not too many deserted people on the Internet, because the people who are alive at this time, who can access the Internet, will basically speak on the Internet.

But all of them are talking about the difficulty of surviving in the last days and the news of asking for help.

Especially in the past two days, the water in major cities has been stopped, and everyone is saying that there is no water, and the local royal sheriff's office, as well as the local garrison troops, hope to be rescued.

But without exception, none of them received a response, and they didn't know what was going on with the troops and the sheriff's office.

Tang Zheng is not too optimistic about this.

If it was just a mutation of the zombie virus, maybe the army would not have collapsed, but the acid rain before the beginning of the apocalypse was also a culprit.

Judging from the situation that Tang Zheng has seen these days, the car is corroded, the tools are corroded, and even the gun of Meng Zhiliang in Yida City is just a spectacle, and the situation in other places can be analyzed.

The guns are corroded, and the troops that have lost their weapons are not much stronger than ordinary people.

Moreover, the first wave of infection is very sudden, and it will inevitably lead to a large number of casualties.

Even if the army is not completely annihilated, it will definitely be a lot of trouble in a short time, let alone talk about the rescue.

The current survivors can only ask for more blessings for themselves.

But he also saw some relatively uplifting news.

For example, in some places, small groups of survivors have begun to appear, and nearby survivors have been informed of their location through the Internet, hoping that more people will join in.

This is the prototype of the future survival base, and although most of these small groups will be difficult to grow, some of them will definitely be able to grow.

As for how far it can grow, it depends on how cruel this last day is.

When the boat reaches the center of the river and floats downstream, it basically does not need any power, only needs to adjust the rudder occasionally.

Without the threat of zombies, the whole person relaxed a little, lying lazily on the seat, watching the water flow below.

A dark shadow swam past the side of the boat.

Tang Zheng froze for a moment, thinking that he was dazzled.

Rubbing his eyes and looking closely, this time he saw clearly.

That's a big fish.

It's not a rare fish, it's just a carp.

But this carp, which is almost a meter long, has its fins exposed on the surface of the water, with a waterline.

"Such a big carp?"

Tang Zheng secretly beat a drum in his heart, this fish should also be mutated.

The Bailongjiang River is not a big river, but what about the Haojiang River?

What about the inside of the sea?

Will there be more mutants?

I have to say that this possibility is very high.

In this way, it seems that there are not only zombies in the world, but also a greater number of mutant beasts.

Thinking that the number of mutant beasts that might be more than zombies, Tang Zheng felt a little thirsty.

"Don't think about it so much, see how much money you have left?"

Tang Zheng opened the system and checked it.

After buying a motorcycle, there are almost 1,000 gold, and when the battle is completed, two recruits were purchased, and there is a lot of ammunition consumption, which is currently only 470 gold.

However, at this time, Tang Zheng's command was already full, and he had already completed two of the three conditions for upgrading the platoon commander.

As long as the funds in his hand reach a thousand, he can level up.

However, Tang Zheng wants to upgrade with more money in his hand, if he only has a thousand gold, he can't afford to buy any good things after upgrading.

"On the way home, pay attention to collect more funds, now there are twenty days before the agreed time with my sister, as long as the road is smooth, there should be enough time."

Tang Zheng took out the map he had drawn before, and now the early route of this map has been completed, but the last step has deviated a little.

The boat ride will only be until tomorrow morning, and then he will have to change routes.

"Take a boat tonight, and tomorrow morning, I will be able to reach the confluence of the Bailongjiang River and the Haojiang River."

"When I get there, it's already a suburb of Sanjiang City, and I want to get on the highway as soon as possible, where I can go to the west as quickly as possible."

"Let's hope the highway won't be too congested."

"For the next period of time, I won't go down on the highway, try to hurry to the west, and the gasoline for motorcycles can also be collected on the road."

"If everything goes well, ten days or so should be enough time to get home."

After sketching a new route for a while, Tang Zheng fell into a deep sleep.

What Tang Zheng didn't know was that after he left, there was still news about him circulating in Sanjiang City.

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DC District, Sanjiang City, Song Family.

There is a forty-acre estate here.

This is the villa manor of the Imperial Baron, Song Yinghao.

According to imperial law, nobles owned fiefs, and Song Yinghao, as a baron, had a surrounding fief of five hundred acres in addition to this manor.

But Song Yinghao made his fortune by engaging in building development, building bridges and roads.

This is thanks to a group of his subordinates, who helped him fight and kill, and did some shady things, so that he got to this point today.

He also did not treat his subordinates badly, especially the main figure Zhao Boxiong.

Zhao Boxiong was his guard platoon commander, and he even donated the status of a lord to Zhao Boxiong.

The lord was not a formal nobleman, and the platoon commander of the guard was not a member of the royal army, but after all, he had a higher status than a commoner.

It is now the ninth day of the end of the world, and Song Yinghao is wearing a white suit and returning to his villa.

For the past nine days, he has been hiding in a safe basement, leaving this side to Zhao Boxiong to take care of, and now that the manor is completely safe, he has also come out.

Sitting on the sofa in the hall of the villa, Song Yinghao slowly wiped a golden eagle ornament placed here.

The movements are elegant and calm, and they are very attached to his aristocratic status.

His identity, Zhao Boxiong, who was dressed in a fierce atmosphere, stood there, waiting for Song Yinghao's question.

"Boxiong, how many people are left in our guard?"

"Boss Song, counting me, there are still nine people in the guard, of which there are only three veterans, and the remaining few people are all drawn from other subordinates, and they barely put together a combat squad."

Song Yinghao was a little surprised: "There are thirty people in my platoon, and there are only three veterans left?" ”

"Boss, this can't be helped, when the first wave of infection was infected, there were nearly twenty people mutated, and when we fought back, several people were scratched."

"The most important thing is that the gun is not working, most of our guns are not usable, when they fight, they are either jammed or blown up, or they simply can't fire, several brothers are sacrificed because the gun is not easy to use, and now everyone only uses a few pistols, and even a bow and crossbow."

Song Yinghao asked again: "What about our machine guns?" The machine gun can still be used. ”

"The machine gun can be used, thanks to the fact that we usually take that machine gun as a treasure, and keep it in the box and put it in the safe, so it is not too rusty, and this time it is also thanks to this machine gun, otherwise we will definitely not be able to hold this manor."

Song Yinghao had a headache: "With only one machine gun and a few miscellaneous guns, our strength will definitely not be able to get out, Boxiong, it may be difficult to save your father." ”

Zhao Boxiong nodded: "Boss, I can understand, my dad was on the phone a few days ago, and it can be maintained, but now I can't enter the city at all, and I won't force it." ”

"It's better to call your father, people need hope the most at this time, and if you make more calls, you should be able to hold on for a few more days."

Zhao Boxiong nodded, picked up the phone, and dialed his father.

The first time I got through, but no one answered.

The second time, I got through again, but still no one answered.

"That's not right, the phone is obviously connected, which proves that the phone is still charging, but why is no one answering? There are zombies out there, and my dad can't go out. ”

Zhao Boxiong was sweating a little on his head.

Song Yinghao was still more experienced, and he muttered for a while: "Your father may have had an accident, but there are still people using the mobile phone, so you can send a message and promise some benefits, maybe the people over there will see it and may answer your call." ”

Zhao Boxiong's face was gloomy: "It seems that this is the only way, I hope that the person over there is a greedy one." ”

As he spoke, he edited a message and sent it over.

The message is very simple and clear, the other party tells him what happened to his father, he will find a chance to save the other party, and ask Mr. Baron to give him the identity of the captain of the guard.

Three minutes after the message was sent, a message came back.

"It's a deal."

Zhao Boxiong's eyes lit up and he dialed again.

This time, someone picked up.