Chapter 1037 Wherever the Sun Reaches
Zhongzhou War Zone? What is that? Never heard of it?
Friendly forces? Are there still organized friendly forces these days?
But... Li Xiang was indeed standing safely on that strange but apparently powerful armored vehicle, and the other party did not open fire immediately.
The captain of the guard poked his head out suspiciously, looked at Li Xiang carefully, then looked at the silent but oppressive convoy behind him, especially the one whose gun barrel seemed to be accidentally pointed at the assault gun on this side, and swallowed his saliva.
At this moment, the door of Mengshi 3 opened and Du Yuming jumped out.
He was still wearing the "Dragon Spine-Type I" exoskeleton. Although it was not as exaggerated as Du Wu's, its smooth lines, matte black armor and advanced equipment mounted on his body exuded an unquestionable sense of power from a higher level of civilization in the afternoon sun.
He wasn't even wearing a helmet, revealing a resolute face with the majesty of a soldier, and his rank of colonel on his collar badge was clearly visible.
He just stood there, his eyes calmly sweeping across the simple defense line of the Gucheng Lake gathering place, bringing an invisible sense of authority that made people want to submit.
At this moment, all the guards who saw him couldn't help but believe it in their hearts - this kind of temperament could never be imitated by bandits or roving forces.
"Go and report to the commander!" The captain of the guard finally reacted and yelled at his men. His voice was still trembling, but it had changed from fear to some kind of incredible excitement.
The door began to open slowly after being pushed hard by many people.
Li Xiang, Lao Zhou and Akai in the car looked at the familiar faces below with expressions of fear, shock, confusion and gradually rising hope, and an indescribable feeling of "proud" suddenly arose.
They have just gone through the same mental journey, and now, they have become the "pioneers" who bring about this shocking and hopeful transformation!
Although they themselves are also the ones being saved and guided, being able to stand on the side of such a force itself brings a strong sense of belonging and security.
The steel torrent started again, making a low roar, and moved slowly and majestically towards the gate that had finally opened, symbolizing a new chapter for the Gucheng Lake gathering place.
Du Yuming's eyes were calm, and his emotions were also very complicated at this moment. The search mission had inexplicably turned into an occupation mission. And according to the trend of things, the next thing he and his group would occupy was probably not just this dilapidated gathering place, but the entire Jinling...
A squadron of more than a hundred people occupying Jinling... This kind of fantasy may only be possible after the end of the world...
I wonder if this counts as taking the initiative?
Forget it, let's get this done first and then think about how to report it to the chief...
...
Soon, the door opened completely with a teeth-grinding sound, revealing a more dilapidated yet more vivid scene behind the door.
Low brick houses and tin shacks are crowded together, and most of the roofs are covered with plastic sheets, tattered billboards and even hay.
The streets were muddy and full of sewage, and the air was filled with the sour smell of feces, garbage and crowds.
The ragged, emaciated survivors, like frightened rabbits, poked their heads out of their shacks and dilapidated houses, or crowded on both sides of the street, staring in horror and confusion at the steel behemoth that had broken into their world.
The children were held tightly by the adults, their dirty little faces and round, bulging eyes filled with ignorant fear.
There was an almost instinctive vigilance flashing in some people's eyes. Since the end of the world, any powerful outsider often meant death and plunder.
However, when their eyes locked on the lines of digital jungle camouflage covered in thick dust, an indescribable commotion began to spread among the crowd.
"Is that... military camouflage?"
In an instant, a memory deeply rooted in their blood was suddenly triggered, like an invisible wave, instantly sweeping through the crowd...
That green, mottled camouflage pattern with unique digital pixel blocks...
It is not the paint sprayed by the thugs, nor the stains on the tattered clothes of the wanderers, but the color of order, the color of strength, and... the color of the country!
There was a moment of deathly silence in the crowded crowd; even the children's sobbing stopped inexplicably. Countless eyes were fixed on the moving steel behemoths and the familiar paint on the cold metal surface.
hesitate.
A huge, suffocating hesitation.
As if they were afraid that this was just an overly realistic dream, if they moved even slightly, or even took a breath, the scene before their eyes would burst like a soap bubble, leaving them with endless despair.
Some people subconsciously rubbed their eyes and blinked hard, trying to dispel this "unreal" image.
unbelievable.
How is this possible? Didn't the main force leave long ago?
Isn’t it said that they all went to sea and never came back?
In this world, how could there be people wearing this kind of uniform and driving this kind of tank?
Is this a new scam? A scarier predator in disguise?
The vigilance forged by fear and the struggle to survive in the apocalypse is like a layer of ice, firmly suppressing everyone's emotions that are about to burst out.
People exchanged glances silently, and saw the same shock and disbelief in each other's eyes, but no one dared to shout out first.
But, that camouflage is so real!
The suppressed excitement of the survivors present began to roll and accumulate like lava underground.
Whispers rose quietly like a tide, but were quickly suppressed by greater tension.
"Look... look at that paint job..."
"Is...is it a military vehicle?"
"Really...really? Am I hallucinating because of hunger?"
A mother holding a child, her fingers tightly grasping the corner of the child's tattered clothes, her knuckles turned white from the force, and her lips trembled silently.
A white-haired old man stared at the convoy with cloudy eyes, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Several young men who were hiding behind the shacks and holding crude weapons gradually lost their ferocity and vigilance in their faces, and the machetes in their hands dropped unconsciously.
hope.
Something that they had almost forgotten and dared not desire anymore was crashing into their dead world in an extremely strong and shocking way.
The gray-green digital camouflage was like a huge rock thrown into a deep pool, stirring up huge waves in the hearts of every survivor who witnessed it.
The fear is still there, the hesitation has not dissipated, but an almost instinctive excitement and expectation that has been suppressed for too long is breaking out madly, almost breaking through the restraint of the throat.
They were still waiting and watching, but the sour smell in the air seemed to have faded a little. As the convoy slowly moved deeper, something called "possibility" permeated the sky above the Gucheng Lake gathering place so realistically for the first time.
Wherever the sun shines, tears begin to accumulate...
