Chapter 20 Cleaning up

When Wang Yisheng received the order, it was already early the next morning.

The ten soldiers left on the island have arrived. Wang Yisheng summoned everyone and said: "This general has sent the news back to the empire. In three days at most, another four hundred brothers will be sent over. Within half a month, the general will Production lines for gold and yuan alloys, old-style armor weapons and transport vehicles, as well as ships and flying components are arriving one after another. The establishment of the stronghold is just around the corner."

Then he said: "Within three days, clear out all hidden dangers in the port, collect survivors, and clean up the corpses. Eat now, and start as soon as you are full."

"Here!"

After the meal, Wang Yisheng assigned the task of sending the soldiers out. Then he chose the largest warehouse and emptied out all the materials stored in it. Then he took out the space instrument anchoring the world's secondary coordinates and formally placed it.

Previous anchoring on the island was only temporary. The island is small and has nowhere to go, so it is naturally not a good place to establish a stronghold.

Now the port of Los Angeles is the best place.

In this way, if you teleport people or objects here, they will appear directly in this warehouse instead of the previous island.

The Yuan Qi communication equipment was also installed properly, and the cross-level and cross-space humanitarian communication box was also placed here, and then five soldiers were left here to take care of it.

Finally, Wang Yisheng took out a Chiyou flag from his military bag, stretched out the retractable flagpole, and erected the battle flag on the top of the warehouse.

"Keep an eye on this place and make sure there is no omission. If there is anything wrong, report it to us." Wang Yisheng ordered and personally participated in the cleaning process.

The soldier said: "General, what should we do with the two survivors?"

"Ignore them." Wang Yisheng said: "If you have the courage, you can leave here."

When the soldiers heard this, they laughed. There are living dead everywhere, and there are probably not many safe places to be found except here. No matter how hard I try, I'm afraid I won't be able to drive away those two people.

As for the rest, as long as there are no problems with this warehouse, Wang Yisheng doesn't care at all.

Leaving five people to guard the warehouse, Wang Yisheng left the warehouse area with four other soldiers and went to clean up hidden dangers.

To the east of the port, there is a building with only three floors but a large area. It was probably the original official office of this world in the port.

Wang Yisheng arrived here with his soldiers. As soon as he pushed open the transparent glass door, dozens of living dead swarmed in the hall inside.

Wang Yi held his hand, and the four soldiers stepped forward quickly. Their swords were as bright as a wall, and they killed all the dozens of living dead in a moment.

Wang Yisheng observed that there were stairs on both sides of the hall and an elevator. There is no such thing as an elevator in Daxia. The Daxia Empire was vast and sparsely populated, and because of its culture, even the common people liked gardens, not tall buildings. Without high-rise buildings, things like elevators would naturally not be born.

Wang Yisheng observed it and said: "Two people on each side, quickly search this building."

"Here!"

The four soldiers immediately divided into two groups, one on each side, and climbed up the stairs.

The two people on the left walked ten steps at a time, and in a few flashes they were already on the floor. They saw seven or eight living dead swaying in the bustling corridor. Before these living dead could pounce on them, the two of them jumped on them and killed them one by one.

After killing the living dead, he kicked open the doors to the rooms on both sides, but most of the living dead roared out and were killed.

Going all the way down the corridor, one of the soldiers kicked open a door. Suddenly there was a bang. The soldier swung his straight blade as fast as lightning and pointed it in front of him. There was a "ding" sound, and a bullet that smashed into a cake fell. Underfoot.

Then I saw a middle-aged white man with a big belly holding a small pistol and looking trembling.

Without saying a word, the soldier stepped forward and slapped the man to the ground, then dragged him out.

"survivor?"

Another soldier came out of the opposite room and couldn't help but smile: "It's not easy."

The soldier shook his head: "These survivors are not sheep."

Another soldier smiled and said: "If I were like him and suffered such a disaster, I would be trembling and uneasy right now."

The soldier nodded: "It makes sense."

Then he said to the middle-aged white man with a big belly who was blindfolded: "Do you understand?"

Although he was angry before, he didn't use any cruel force. He only slapped the white man's face with a palm mark. He didn't use any force. Otherwise, if he had used a little force, his head would have exploded.

The middle-aged white man's ears were still buzzing, not to mention he didn't understand Chinese. The soldier threw him on the ground and ignored him for the time being, continuing to search other rooms on this floor.

After the floor search was completed, a total of seven survivors were found, including the fat-bellied white man from before.

At this time, the white man did not leave, but was standing in the corner anxiously. Seeing two soldiers coming with six male and female survivors, they hurriedly greeted them.

Three of the seven people knew Chinese, which made the soldiers a little happy. This is a port. To welcome people and send them there, there must be people who understand foreign languages.

"Go downstairs." The soldier didn't say much, and the two of them went up the stairs again.

There are seven survivors left. Here you look at me and I look at you. The big-bellied white man touched his swollen face and said, "Who knows who they are?"

The other six people shook their heads.

A young Zongfa woman with some small freckles on her cheeks said: "BOSS, he is from China and speaks Chinese. They act decisively and quickly, and they kill zombies without mercy. They are very powerful."

"I know it's very powerful." The fat white man said, touching his face. Even if he can block a gun, such a person is already extremely powerful.

"Maybe we should be happy. Whatever they were, they were people, not zombies. They saved us."

"It's better to go down first. They came up from below, and the zombies below must have been cleared."

Wang Yisheng didn't wait long in the hall downstairs when more than 20 survivors came down from upstairs one after another. By the time the four soldiers returned from clearing the building, a total of thirty-five survivors had been collected.

Wang Yisheng didn't say much, and just told these survivors to go to the warehouse area and wait. Then he took the soldiers and ran to other buildings.

When the survivors saw the soldiers leaving, they felt a little uneasy. After a moment of restlessness, they rushed out in a swarm. When they looked up, they saw broken corpses everywhere.

Although they had already adapted, many people were still retching at this time.

What your eyes see and what your nostrils smell makes you dizzy.

In this day's cleanup, with the efficiency of the soldiers, most of the huge port was cleaned up.

Moreover, the fences and iron gates at the entrance and exit were all closed. In some places without door walls, large vehicles were also dragged in to block them. As a result, the port was closed.

As for the harvest, it is nothing more than survivors. The total number of people was over three hundred. It was slightly beyond Wang Yisheng's expectation - not too much, but too little. There are tens of thousands of people in such a large port, and there is not even a 1% survival rate. It's probably because people have been in peace for a long time, and they lose their vigilance. They don't know how to deal with disasters, so they die miserably.