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"Do you traitors really want to betray your country?" A stern voice echoed around the Second Military District near Shengjing, as the only surviving Commander, Zhang Shengyang, loudly reprimanded several battalion leaders before him.
He never expected that his loyal subordinates would start considering surrendering to that mysterious force.
The world was supposed to be united; the Hope Federation aimed to connect the entire globe to collectively face the impending apocalypse.
More importantly, they had received some videos and alarming news.
The information was terrifying, leaving them nearly paralyzed with fear. His subordinates were already in a state of panic.
"Commander, it's not that we are betraying our country, but rather that this country no longer exists. There are no nations left in the world; this is a disaster."
"Yes, Commander! You’ve seen the Satellite Map; almost the entire world has been overrun by Zombies. Only a few places have managed to clear them out. But have you watched those videos? That’s what’s truly horrifying," said a resolute officer in his thirties.
It wasn't that he was afraid; it was just that there seemed to be no possibility of resistance in the future. Zhang Shengyang, standing before him, was only in his forties. Despite his background, he was a pure soldier who loved his subordinates and cherished his military camp.
Aside from him, all the other leaders in the military district had turned into Zombies, and he had eliminated them all. Here, thousands of soldiers had become Zombies, and he had dealt with them too.
The Second Military District still had over 273,000 soldiers, all fully armed. They could be considered the overlords of this area, yet they still dared not clear the cities because there were over ten million Zombies lurking there. In other regions, there were even more.
High-powered weapons were ineffective against these creatures; only basic bullets proved useful. The term "effective kill" was crucial.
This was because simply shaking or blasting them wouldn’t eliminate them.
They had once tried using missiles. Unfortunately, the lethality was minimal; only a dozen Zombies at the epicenter were vaporized. The rest were merely injured. Even if half their bodies were gone, they could still crawl and harm you.
Only by blowing their heads apart could they truly be killed.
"Do you really believe their claims about multiple dimensions? Do you genuinely think Earth is about to merge with another world and encounter those terrifying monsters? Perhaps it's just like a Hollywood blockbuster?" Zhang Shengyang said with some resignation.
Suddenly, several battalion leaders laughed.
"Chief! You're joking too much! The Technical Department has already verified it; this is definitely not fake—it's real! We’ve monitored real-time images of the world using Satellites. Most importantly, signals from the Outer Space Probe have returned; there is no outer space—it’s all a lie! There aren’t that many planets out there; it’s as if Earth itself is a deception. The outer space is merely a simulated illusion. Now that the illusion has been shattered, the probe has revealed the true situation outside—it’s like a giant egg protecting Earth," said another young battalion leader with an incredulous expression.
His words resonated with everyone present.
Yes, the whole world has changed; it has all turned into a land of Zombies, and they cannot conquer those places. Cold Weapons seem to have played their part, and the Armed Division has vanished without a trace. They can only manufacture weapons in their own Arsenal, but what about the raw materials?
There is no supply, and the ammunition is running low.
The reserve ammunition stockpile is substantial. The north was once the epicenter of battle, storing a large amount of sealed Ammunition from the War of Resistance, and those supplies are still usable; they are preparing to unseal them.
However, those are outdated weapons. When it comes to real combat, one can only shoot at the Zombies' chests. Otherwise, the hit rate is too low.
Those weapons should have been phased out long ago. The idea that an old Springfield Rifle could serve as a Sharpshooter is nonsense. Back then, firearms had a very low hit rate, and there weren't many strong Sharpshooters. It was considered lucky if ten bullets fired in a Bullet Curtain could take down one enemy.
The so-called Sharpshooters were merely soldiers who felt they could aim a bit better. Using those weapons now is truly uncomfortable.
They have adapted to modern weapons—those that are well-made and suitable for human use.
Of course, when it comes to Heavy Firepower, they still prefer the old-fashioned ones because those are more effective for slaughtering Zombies than modern weapons.
This is a fact; the firearms of that time were designed for killing. A Machine Gun could potentially take on thousands of enemies. However, these have gradually faded from the battlefield.
"Even so, our country has nurtured us. Even if not for this, we must be responsible for ordinary citizens and for the more than 270,000 soldiers," Zhang Shengyang said helplessly.
He knew that the hearts of everyone in the army had already drifted to the other side. A million soldiers across the nation sounds like a lot, but there are only a few true elite troops in each group army.
Most others are just cannon fodder.
Their combat effectiveness is concerning!
"Commander, do you really think we are fools? We have already negotiated with them; our Second Military District can join their Hope Federation, but they need to clear out the surrounding Zombies and agree to a price that satisfies everyone," said a short battalion commander beside him, unable to hold back any longer.
If it weren't for such favorable conditions, they wouldn't agree to join that so-called Hope Federation.
"Is that so?" Zhang Shengyang was clearly tempted; power and wealth appeal to everyone, but they also knew their current situation.
If those people could truly clear out millions of Zombies in Shengjing, what would it matter if they joined their ranks?
The Second Military District had already tried; dealing with those Zombies was enough of a headache. Not to mention clearing them all out while also having the capability to resettle them.
They knew all too well how troublesome it was to settle the Survivors. With no crops being produced in the fields, they had to rely on the Reserve Granary. But what was the situation with the country's Reserve Granaries?
They were painfully aware that at least half of what was supposed to be stored in the Reserve Granaries had been completely hollowed out by pests, and what little remained was hardly enough to feed the living. Not to mention, the quality of that food was far from good.
Now, their military district was gradually running low on supplies as well, having opened several Granaries. But what was inside them?
Purely a scam; there was hardly any food left, and they had instead turned into inexplicable civilian warehouses.
In the end, they had to occupy a few Grain Company warehouses to secure food for the entire military district.
As for meat, there was quite a bit in the cold storage.
Electricity had long been restored. Their first step was to restore Electricity and get the Power Plant running again while ensuring a supply of running water.
This was essential for those Survivors to continue living in their homes. If water and electricity were cut off, ordinary people would truly have no way to survive. Under the siege of Zombies, everyone in the Second Military District hoped that more civilians could stay alive.
"Promise them," Zhang Shengyang said wearily. "Our mission is to ensure the survival of the people. Let them live. Since they have agreed to clear out all the Zombies, we should agree as well. Saving millions of lives is a matter of conscience, honoring our ancestors, and paying respect to my Hero Grandpa. One more thing: make sure to assist ordinary civilians and do not use weapons of mass destruction. If anyone dares to use such weapons, don’t blame me for turning against them."
Zhang Shengyang finally sat back down in his seat, looking as if he had aged several years in that moment.
There was nothing more he could do. (To be continued)
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