Chapter 1062 Bloodline Suppression

"The army...is it really the army that's back?" Ma Laosan muttered to himself in a dry voice.

Thinking of this only possible reasonable guess, his heart suddenly began to beat wildly uncontrollably, as if his blood was suppressed. A strong sense of oppression rushed towards him from all directions, making him feel a physical suffocation that almost made him nauseous.

Unlike ordinary people, for people like him who wander in the gray area before the end of the world, the army does not represent protection and peace, but represents an unshakable iron order and absolute power, it is the iron fist of the country!

Ma Laosan's real name is Ma Guofu, and he was a native of Pingxiang before the end of the world.

In his early years, he made his fortune by doing "import and export trade" on the Zhou-Vietnam border (mainly helping domestic bosses smuggle rosewood, agricultural products, and some electronic products that are difficult to talk about openly from Yuehou). He was considered a local tyrant with connections and was respected by both the black and white worlds.

Later, as he got older, he also wanted to clean up his act and get out of trouble, so he invested in the current Wantong Logistics Park. He wanted to take advantage of the port to do some serious logistics and warehousing business, but he didn't expect the end of the world to come suddenly, and it became a fortress for him to rule a certain area.

When order collapsed in the early days of the apocalypse, he relied on his ruthlessness and a group of brothers who followed him for a living to quickly control the logistics park and the surrounding areas. He fought with many competitors and killed many disobedient or conflicting survivors in the process, establishing the "rules" here with bloody means.

He never thought there was anything wrong with this. In his opinion, the law of the jungle was natural.

But now, he was a little uncertain about this, because - the army was back!

This made him worry about how the military would view him. Would they settle old scores? He and his men were stained with blood!

When he thought about being punished later, Ma Laosan felt a chill run down his spine.

"No... This shouldn't be the case..." Ma Lao San forced himself to calm down, his chaotic thoughts churning rapidly, trying to find logic:

"The army...didn't the army withdraw a long time ago? Shortly after the apocalypse broke out, didn't Chongyou say they were going to establish some larger, safer security zone and transfer most of the troops and everyone they could take there?"

His memory went back to the chaotic period when the apocalypse just broke out.

As a border port city, Pingxiang has a large number of garrisons, mainly border defense troops and a small number of port garrison forces.

After the disaster broke out, communications were cut off and zombies were everywhere. In the initial chaos, local forces tried to maintain order.

But soon, orders came from the direction of Chongyou through the remaining communication channels, requiring all Zhou Bang armed forces that could be contacted to gather in Chongyou immediately. It was said that they would rely on the terrain and existing military facilities to establish a regional security zone and defense core there.

Therefore, the organized troops stationed in Pingxiang, after a brief resistance, hurriedly evacuated with the masses and important equipment and supplies.

It was also from that time that Pingxiang completely fell into a state of anarchy, and forces like Ma Laosan, who were originally not in a prominent position, and the Vietnamese monkey militants who later fled in, had the space and opportunity to rise.

In the past year, they have long been accustomed to the days without "law" and the jungle law of the survival of the fittest.

But now reality seems to be telling him: The army is back?

what does that mean??!

"Chongyou... Has the safety zone of Chongyou become stable enough to radiate power outward? Or... have they conquered a larger territory and are now coming back to reclaim the lost territory?" Ma Laosan calculated rapidly in his mind, and the more he calculated, the more frightened he became.

If the army really regains its strength and is determined to restore order, will these "local emperors" who have risen in the end times still have room to survive?

He subconsciously glanced at the logistics park fortress he ran, looked at the simple weapons on the wall, and recalled the terrifying firepower intensity he had just heard... A feeling of powerlessness instantly gripped him.

His little possessions would probably not even be enough to fill the gaps in his teeth in front of the regular army!

"Third Master...what should we do?" The subordinate next to him asked in a trembling voice, looking at his gloomy face.

Ma Laosan suddenly came to his senses, his eyes became fierce, but deep inside there was a hint of imperceptible fear.

We must not sit still and wait for death!

"What should we do?" He gritted his teeth, his voice squeezing out: "Everyone hold still! Send people! Send a few waves of smart brothers, sneak over from different directions, and see clearly for me! Is it an army? How many people have come? What kind of equipment do they have? What exactly do they want to do?"

"Remember, no one is allowed to open fire without my order! Whoever dares to cause trouble for me, I will kill him first!"

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the turmoil in his heart, and continued, "Also, tell the brothers to cheer up and check all the equipment! And double the manpower at the fence and the sentry posts!"

After giving the order, Ma Laosan looked towards the northeast again. Although he could see nothing but darkness there, he seemed to be able to feel the invisible pressure brought by the steel torrent.

The world is about to change again.

And he, Ma Laosan, and his seemingly solid "Wantong" fortress were pushed to the forefront of this drastic change.

...

At the same time, in the ruins of Nonghuai Commercial City, more than ten kilometers south of the Wantong Logistics Park and close to Yuehou, a chaotic and barbaric "vitality" was spreading.

This large commercial city, which was not fully completed before the end of the world, has now become a nest for militants who cross the border. Although the main frame is still there, the outer walls are mottled and many windows are broken, blocked with wooden boards, iron sheets and even tattered clothes.

The interior of the building is huge and messy. The area originally planned as a shop has been divided into hideouts of varying sizes by various partitions, tents and looted items.

The air was filled with a strong smell of cheap cigarettes, sweat, a sweet, local earthy smell, and the stench of rotting food and untreated excrement, which was disgusting.

In addition to the common stains of the end of the world, the walls were also graffitied with some incomprehensible Vietnamese monkey characters and hideous patterns.

At this moment, in a cleared space in the atrium of the Trade City, a brutal scene was unfolding...