Chapter 1064: Escape to the North?
Soon, when Ruan Xiong and his men carefully looked through the broken window towards the area shrouded in darkness in the north, they could not see anything clearly.
Only the continuous and terrifying roar of gunfire, like the millstone of death, rumbled in the distance, clearly reminding them that some unknown and powerful force had descended on the land they thought they controlled.
An inexplicable panic began to spread quietly among this group of lawless armed thugs.
They are used to bullying the weak and dominating the ruins of a disordered world, but they have never been truly prepared to face a crushing, regular military force.
What's more, if they really had this ability, they would not have migrated from their homeland like a group of embarrassed hyenas, experiencing life and death.
So after staring at the pitch-black north for a while, Ruan Xiong, who was sure he could see nothing, couldn't help but tightly grip the AK assault rifle in his hand and spat with a sinister look on his face:
"Cho má" (Grass Mud Horse!)
In fact, this group of people were not armed thugs or terrorists as the local survivors in Pingxiang had guessed, but a regular border defense force under the Military Department of Gaolu County, Yue State.
Therefore, Ruan Xiong could not be a gang leader, but a captain in the Vietnamese military. Before the end of the world, he served as the commander of a border post under the Gaolu County Military Department.
Gaolu County of Yue State borders Pingxiang City of Zhou State. The border line is long and the terrain is mainly hilly and mountainous with dense jungles.
Before the outbreak of the apocalypse, this place was one of the important border ports in northern Vietnam, and a certain amount of military and police forces were stationed here. But overall, their equipment and personnel quality were somewhat behind those of the main forces of Vietnam.
So when the apocalyptic disaster swept the world like a tsunami, Gaolu County was not spared either. Communications were interrupted, zombies were everywhere, and the original social order collapsed in an instant.
At the beginning, Ruan Xiong and his men tried to follow orders and stick to their posts. They even set up a temporary shelter under the organization of the Gaolu County Military Department.
However, the subsequent development of the disaster was far beyond everyone's imagination, and they soon faced an insurmountable deadly threat:
The dense jungle on the border has become a breeding ground for mutant creatures
Among them, an agile mutant locally known as the "Jungle Stalker" (K? rinh r?p r?ng r?m) has become a nightmare for all of them!
This creature is fast, has sharp claws, is good at climbing and lurking, is extremely sensitive to light and sound, and often acts in groups. It has a very high IQ and can cooperate!
Traditional fortifications and patrols suffered heavy losses in the face of these elusive mutant monsters. In addition, their communication with the higher command was completely cut off, leaving them isolated and unable to replenish their ammunition and supplies.
So the final result was that the huge external survival pressure and the internal contradictions caused by the long-term corruption in the military completely detonated the already extremely fragile Gaolu County security zone.
During the fierce conflict, Ruan Xiong gathered dozens of soldiers who were willing to follow him, and took advantage of the chaos to loot the remaining arsenal of the county military department, mainly obtaining AK rifles, a small number of RPG-bazookas and some ammunition, and then chose to flee north - across the border and into the Zhoubang Pingxiang area.
As they entered Pingxiang City longer, especially after learning that the locals were seriously lacking in weapons, Ruan Xiong and his party's original idea of wandering around was completely changed.
Their style of doing things has gradually evolved from being a roving bandit to being a local tyrant. To this day, Ruan Xiong and his gang have completely treated Nonghuai Commercial City as their "home" to settle down in the apocalypse.
In addition to capturing a large number of laborers to work for them, they also tried to restore some production systems.
This is also the reason why Ruan Xiong was so frightened when he knew that the people coming might be Zhou Bang’s military.
If he had been barefoot in the past, he would not be afraid. At most, he would have fought a battle. In this huge apocalypse, surrounded by borders and jungles, if he couldn't win, could he not run away?
He didn't believe that the army would chase them to the ends of the earth at all costs. Even if they had the will, did they have the strength to do so?
Things that may not be possible before the end of the world, let alone after the end of the world!
Therefore, what really frightened Ruan Xiong was not the impending conflict, but the fear of losing the property he and his people had worked so hard to accumulate!
After this period of development, they have even set up a small military workshop!
I can’t say anything about the other things, but as for bullets, we’ve been able to maintain a balance between production and consumption, and there’s even some left over.
With these, they have no worries about food, clothing, or women in Pingxiang, and their lives are so carefree!
With such treatment, not to mention him, a small border outpost commander, even the senior military leaders of the 1st Military Region may not live as well as him!
"I hope it's not the military, and it's just a false alarm..."
Looking at the darkness in the distance, Ruan Xiong, who had killed countless people in the past and believed least in ghosts and gods, couldn't help but pray silently in his heart.
...
While the entire Pingxiang City was collectively shaken by the sound of artillery fire, the protagonist who caused all this was carrying out the troop deployment work in an orderly manner.
The heart-pounding sound of gunfire finally stopped, replaced by a deeper but orderly roar and sound of footsteps, coming from far away at the entrance of the logistics park.
The night was still as dark as ink. In the square of the waste logistics park, the huge beams of searchlights were like stage spotlights, illuminating the area where the fierce battle had just taken place with a pale white.
The thick smell of gunpowder and blood has not yet dissipated, mixed with the pungent smell of burning diesel, forming a unique and disgusting aftertaste of the battlefield.
The broken corpses, twisted metal, and charred craters were all visible under the strong light, silently telling the story of the short and brutal crushing that had just happened.
However, in sharp contrast to this death zone is the rapidly deploying Central Plains war zone troops.
Tap tap tap tap~
Heavy military boots clattered through rubble and filth, making a steady, powerful sound. Soldiers, armed with various types of long and short firearms, deployed in squads and platoons, rapidly controlling their positions under the command of orderly commands fed into their headsets.
Two ZTL-11 armored assault vehicles, one in front and one behind, guarded the two key intersections leading to the external roads of the logistics park. The 105mm turrets slowly rotated, and the muzzles were like the vigilant eyes of a beast, patrolling for any possible threats in the darkness.
More fully armed infantry squads wearing starry sky camouflage performed tactical actions, screening every corner of the logistics park like a fine comb net according to the operating procedures.
Containers, factory walls, lush green belts...armed figures in starry camouflage colors shuttle through them, forming an invisible but reassuring safety barrier.
buzz-
The engineering team drove protective engineering vehicles and began to clear the main obstacles in the square, pushing the zombie remains aside with dull thuds.
During the entire process, no one shouted loudly, only simple commands, the static noise of the radio and the hum of equipment running.
This silent and efficient operation, with its cold professionalism and absolute confidence, forms a stark contrast to the chaos and panic common in the end times.
Aliang, curled up in the Mengshi car, watched all this in amazement through the window.
The world outside was still dark and dangerous, and the roars and uncertain threats of zombies in the distance seemed to be faintly heard on the wind.
But on this "isolated island" shrouded in the glory of the army, he felt an almost luxurious sense of security.
The feeling is indescribable, as if suddenly boarding a huge and solid steel battleship in the endless raging waves.
Although there was still a terrible storm all around, the deck under his feet was as solid as a rock, and the crew around him were well-trained and responsible, capable of handling any challenge.
He saw a soldier standing guard not far from the car, his back straight, the rifle in his hand as steady as a rock, the starry sky camouflage reflecting a faint glow under the searchlight.
This was completely different from the image of those scattered soldiers in his memory who had fled in the chaos of the early days of the apocalypse and even turned into looters in the end.
This is a powerful force that is like a transformation and order.
This made his body, which had been trembling slightly due to long-term hunger and fear, slowly relax.
A huge feeling of fatigue swept over me, but this time, the fatigue was mixed with a relaxation that I had not felt in more than a year.
Just as Aliang was greedily enjoying the extremely luxurious sense of security in this apocalyptic world, there was a sudden knock on the car window:
"Aliang! The battalion commander is calling you! He wants you to lead the way to find the local survivors!"
ps: Let me talk about the recent update issues and apologize to everyone...
A lot of bad things have been happening to me lately. First, something happened to someone very important to me, then I received a notice that my book had to be removed from the shelves for rectification, and then there's the unwavering academic schedule from 8 a.m. to 8 or even 10 p.m. every day...
Under the triple blow, the Eagle is really a bit sluggish. It took so long to revise the article before reviewing it. To be honest, it really is a waste of time and wants to destroy itself...
Of course, I am not complaining by saying this. Everyone is here to read books, not to see Xianglin Sao. I just want to report my recent ideological state to all the leaders.
My next plan is to quickly calm down, manage my time wisely, become a qualified time management expert, and strive to complete the daily update tasks with both quality and quantity...
I have a holiday the day after tomorrow, so I'll update...
Finally, I would like to thank all my readers for their long-term support! Thank you!
