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"Head! The big shots from the military district across have agreed to join our Hope Federation, but they have a few demands." Near Shengjing, several warriors who were lurking on the outskirts to observe the internal Zombie situation spoke.
They were on the front lines, the strongest legion within the Hope Group, with a total of one hundred thousand men aiming for that provincial capital. There were many Survivors there, as well as abundant supplies. This place was a transportation hub and a distribution center for an entire province.
They needed this location, especially since the battles to the east were nearing their end. The other battle groups' Brothers were moving too quickly, employing mobile tactics to continuously wear down the Zombies.
But Shengjing was different; they simply couldn't manage it. The city's roads were congested, the area too vast, and the number of Zombies approached a staggering figure in the millions.
What they found most unacceptable was the street planning here. Who was responsible for this? So many alleys appeared on the streets, and almost all roads were interconnected.
In other words, if they dispersed to eliminate those Zombies, they would have no safe retreat.
Usually, if there were a dozen Zombies, they would decisively enter an alley and start slaughtering while backing against a wall.
Even if there were too many Zombies, they had equipment that could allow them to reach the top of a wall in an instant; this way, they could easily deal with the Zombies.
If there were still too many Zombies, they could use Signal flares to call for help from their comrades.
But now? The alleys here were all connected, with no walls; using that tactic would only lead to death.
They had encountered situations where they were caught between enemies before, but they never wanted to face it again. It was terrifying.
Now they found themselves in this awkward predicament.
"Those soldiers are highly valued by Boss and might become like us in the future. What are their conditions? If they're not particularly difficult, agree to them," said the leader named Jack. He used to be a Commander of a large Mercenary group before joining the Hope Group and had become a chief.
Now he had risen to command one hundred thousand subordinates.
In his view, this was something that seemed impossible before; only a force like Hope Group could have so many followers.
Of course, now the Hope Group was united; no one dared to betray them. The previous conspiracies had ended because Boss was a Superpowered Individual—a superhero like those seen in movies.
Moreover, they had been promised that if they could achieve merit, the entire world would merge with that so-called Apocalyptic World. Everyone would receive a potion that could turn them into superheroes.
They, the leaders, could receive special treatment.
The item known as SS-Level Essence could make them even more powerful Superpowered Individuals. However, the price of this potion was set at a staggering 100 billion.
They knew that in this lifetime, they would never be able to exchange for it and could only earn military merit instead.
It’s worth noting that even the most ordinary Essence costs 1 million per bottle.
They could easily exchange for it. But to succeed, to become a Superpowered Individual with a 100% guarantee, they would need 100 million New Currency.
In this case, earning military merit was much more feasible. Although 100 million was still something they could accumulate, everyone preferred to obtain rewards and then use the hard-earned money to buy luxury homes, sports cars, and a bright future.
What they envied the most was that Fellow known as The Guy Who Mysteriously Captured the Armory; he was simply a Dog Luck King.
“They demanded that the Hope Group ensure the safety of the Survivors in Shengjing and prohibited the use of weapons of mass destruction. Most importantly, they needed food.” Indeed. The Second Military District also needed food; their supplies wouldn’t last much longer.
“Agree with them. Our Boss has long prohibited slaughter and the use of weapons of mass destruction. Why would we need them? I could wipe out all of Shengjing with a single atomic bomb, but according to our Boss, he wants those people. What a strange hobby. Is there some beauty in this city?” Jack shrugged helplessly.
He also wanted to occupy this place; after all, so many resources equated to money—worth at least 10 billion. Although they knew that the military merit gained from confiscated resources differed significantly from direct sale prices—by a factor of ten—they still wouldn’t stay behind because confiscated resources were calculated by military merit. If they gathered enough, they could receive corresponding rewards.
“Alright! I’ll call them now; let’s move quickly. It seems like they’re about to occupy Shancheng. The Ghost Head group is quite arrogant right now; we took the biggest piece of meat back then, and they’re still not satisfied,” said a nearby Fellow, taking a bite of an Energy Bar. He urged Jack on.
“Order them to attack according to the original plan, clear out all the Zombies, and establish the first line of Thermal Power defense on the perimeter for support as we advance slowly. Don’t rush,” Jack commanded.
Another Messenger nearby pulled out a walkie-talkie to relay the orders.
Once the command was given, everyone began activating their tactical Watches. The tactical Watches displayed highly accurate information; these devices resembled Apple’s Watch, but with many more functions—one could quickly discern the difference between military and civilian uses.
Within just a few minutes, messages came through on everyone’s Watches, detailing their tasks along with attack routes and plans.
Most importantly, their Watches were connected to satellites for real-time positioning and support.
When support was needed, all it took was a press of a button. Those nearby would assist and report enemy numbers while requesting various levels of support.
Behind them, hundreds of helicopters stood ready for support, poised to land on the rooftops of tall buildings in the city, waiting for the command to assist.
There were numerous Zombies, and without a front line, those Armed Helicopters would need to engage in battle.
The rooftops of those skyscrapers had also become temporary helipads and Supply Points.
All Armed Helicopters could conduct Supplies on the helipads. There were ample bullets and Missiles available above.
It didn't matter if they lacked the necessary equipment; they could still be installed manually.
Moreover, there were simple devices available up there.
Currently, Zheng Yifan was completely unconcerned about whether his subordinates possessed a large arsenal. He poured all his acquired power into this effort. His goal was to reclaim all territories within the country in a month and cleanse the world of Zombies within six months.
The most crucial targets were actually the countries in Africa. He was already prepared to slaughter the beasts.
However, Zheng Yifan was now preparing to conduct tests to see if he could ensure that the beasts of Earth would not mutate. (To be continued...)
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