The painting boat floats on the Bailong River, slowly moving forward along the river.
Tang Zheng's original plan was to take a boat on the Bailong River for a while, then go west along the Haojiang River, walking about three thousand kilometers before abandoning the ship and landing.
But now it seems that this plan is not feasible.
This section of Bailongjiang River is not bad. If you go with the current, the speed is not bad.
But when we arrived at Haojiang River, the waterway turned and the water flowed east and west. It was too difficult to go against the current. Moreover, the ship's engine had been scrapped. It was undoubtedly unrealistic to move forward in shallow water with a bamboo pen.
Time does not allow him to do that. It is now the ninth day of the end of the world. With the speed of this ship, it will not reach western Sichuan in a month.
Therefore, he only has one night to take the boat. When he reaches the Haojiang section tomorrow morning, he will abandon the boat and land and move forward along the road.
He picked up a chair, sat on the boat, and looked at the river scenery on the shore. Tang Zheng couldn't explain how he felt.
The prosperity of the past has gone with the wind, and the sight of the apocalyptic city makes people feel despair.
The fireworks in the world that we were once accustomed to now seem to be the most luxurious things and are out of reach.
Turn on the phone and the network signal is still there.
The Internet is not too deserted, because people who are alive now and have access to the Internet will basically speak on the Internet.
But all of them are about the difficulty of survival in the last days, and news about asking for help.
Especially in the past two days, water supply has been cut off in major cities. Everyone is talking about the hardships of not having water. The local Royal Security Department and local garrison troops in Aite are still calling, hoping to get rescue.
But without exception, they received no response, and they did not know what the situation was with those troops and the Public Security Bureau.
Tang Zheng is not too optimistic about this.
If the zombie virus simply mutates, the army may not collapse, but the acid rain before the end of the world is also a culprit.
Judging from what Tang Zheng has seen these days, the cars are corroded, the tools are corroded, and even the gun Meng Zhiliang wears in Yida City is just the same. You can analyze the situation in other places.
The guns are corroded and the troops without weapons are not much stronger than ordinary people.
What's more, the first wave of infection was sudden and would definitely lead to a large number of casualties.
Even if the entire army is not wiped out, they will definitely be exhausted in a short period of time, let alone talk about rescue.
The survivors now can only hope for their own good.
But he also saw some relatively exciting news.
For example, in some places, small groups of survivors have begun to appear, and nearby survivors are informed of their location through the Internet, hoping that more people will join.
This is the prototype of the future survival base. Although most of these small groups are difficult to develop and grow, some of them will definitely be able to grow.
As for how far it can grow, it depends on how cruel this end of the world is.
When the boat reaches the middle of the river and drifts along the current, it basically doesn't need any power. It only needs to adjust the rudder occasionally.
Without the threat of zombies, everyone relaxed a little, lying lazily on the seat and looking at the water below.
A black shadow swam past the side of the boat.
Tang Zheng was stunned for a moment, thinking he was dazzled.
I rubbed my eyes and looked carefully, this time I could see clearly.
That's a big fish.
It's not a rare fish, it just looks like a carp.
But this carp was almost one meter long, and its fins were exposed on the water, crossing a waterline.
"Such a big carp?"
Tang Zheng secretly thought that this fish must have mutated.
Bailongjiang is not a big river, but what about Haojiang?
What about in the sea?
Will there be more mutant beasts?
I have to say that this possibility is very high.
From this point of view, it is not only zombies that are dangerous in the world, but also mutant beasts in greater numbers.
Thinking of the number of mutated beasts that might be more than zombies, Tang Zheng felt a little thirsty.
"Don't think so much, let's see how much money we have left?"
Tang Zheng opened the system and checked it.
After buying the motorcycle, I still have almost 1,000 gold. I bought two new soldiers during the battle, and I still have a lot of bullets consumed. Currently, I only have 470 gold.
However, Tang Zheng's men were now full, and he had already completed two of the three conditions for promotion to platoon leader.
As long as the funds in hand reach 1,000, he can upgrade.
However, Tang Zheng wanted to have more money before upgrading. If he only had one thousand gold, he would not be able to buy any good things after upgrading.
"On the way home, you should pay attention to collecting more funds. There are still twenty days before the time agreed with my sister. As long as the journey goes smoothly, there should be enough time."
Tang Zheng took out the map he drew before. Now the early route of this map has been completed, but there was a slight deviation in the last step.
He can take the boat until tomorrow morning, and then he will have to change his route.
"Taking a boat tonight, I will be able to reach the intersection of Bailong River and Hao River tomorrow morning."
"When we get there, it's already the suburbs of Sanjiang City. I want to get on the expressway as soon as possible, where I can go to the west as quickly as possible."
"I hope there won't be too much traffic on the highway."
"In the next period of time, I will stop going on the highway and try my best to go west as soon as possible. The gasoline for the motorcycle can also be collected on the road."
"If everything goes well, it should be enough time to return home in about ten days."
After sketching a new route for a while, Tang Zheng fell into a deep sleep.
What Tang Zheng didn't know was that after he left, news about him was still circulating in Sanjiang City.
Sanjiang City DC District, Songjia.
There is a manor covering an area of forty acres.
This is the villa and manor of Imperial Baron Song Yinghao.
Imperial law stipulates that nobles own fiefs. As a baron, Song Yinghao, in addition to this manor, also has 500 acres of surrounding fiefs.
But Song Yinghao made his fortune by engaging in construction development and building bridges and roads.
This was thanks to his group of subordinates who helped him fight, kill, and do some shady things, and he got to where he is today.
He did not treat his subordinates badly, especially the main figure Zhao Boxiong.
Zhao Boxiong was his guard platoon leader, and he even donated the status of a lord to Zhao Boxiong.
The lord is not a formal noble, and the guard platoon leader is not part of the royal army, but after all, his status is higher than that of a civilian.
It is now the ninth day of the apocalypse. Song Yinghao, dressed in a white suit, returned to his villa.
For the past nine days, he has been hiding in the safe basement, leaving it to Zhao Boxiong to take care of. Now that the manor is completely safe, he has come out.
Sitting on the sofa in the hall of the villa, Song Yinghao slowly wiped a golden eagle ornament placed here.
His movements are elegant and calm, which is consistent with his aristocratic status.
His identity, Zhao Boxiong with a tough aura, stood there, waiting for Song Yinghao's questions.
"Boxiong, how many people do we have in the guard?"
"Boss Song, counting me, there are still nine people in the guard. Among them, there are only three veterans. The remaining few people were all transferred from other servants, and they barely made up a combat squad."
Song Yinghao was a little surprised: "There are thirty people in my platoon, and there are only three veterans left?"
"Boss, there's nothing we can do about it. During the first wave of infections, nearly twenty people mutated. When we fought back, several people were scratched."
"The most important thing is that the gun is no longer working. Most of our guns can no longer be used. When shooting, they either jam or explode the chamber, or simply cannot fire. Several brothers died because of the inoperability of the gun. Now everyone uses
We only have a few pistols and even a crossbow."
Song Yinghao asked again: "What about our machine guns? Can the machine guns still be used?"
"The machine gun can be used. Thanks to us usually taking the machine gun as a treasure and keeping it in a box and keeping it in a safe, it doesn't get too rusty. This time it's also thanks to this machine gun, otherwise we would definitely not be able to defend this manor.
Already."
Song Yinghao had a headache: "With only one machine gun and a few miscellaneous guns, our strength will definitely not be able to get out. Bo Xiong, it may be difficult to save your father."
Zhao Boxiong nodded: "Boss, I can understand. I had a call with my dad a few days ago, and it's still manageable. But now we can't get into the city at all, and I won't force it."
"It's better to call your dad. People need hope most at this time. If you call more, you should be able to hold on for a few more days."
Zhao Boxiong nodded, picked up the phone, and called his father.
I got through the first time, but no one answered.
I called the second time and got through again, but still no one answered.
"That's not right. The call is clearly connected, which proves that the phone is still charged, but why is no one answering? There are zombies outside, and it's impossible for my dad to go out."
Zhao Boxiong was sweating a little.
Song Yinghao still had more experience. He pondered for a moment: "Your father may have had an accident, but someone is still using the phone. In this way, you can send a message promising some benefits. Maybe the people over there will see it and accept it."
your phone."
Zhao Boxiong's face was gloomy: "It seems like this is the only way. I hope the person over there is greedy."
As he spoke, he edited a message and sent it.
The message was very simple and clear. If the other party told him what happened to his father, he would find an opportunity to rescue the other party and ask Mr. Baron to give him the identity of a guard squad leader.
Three minutes after the message was sent, a message came back.
"It's a deal."
Zhao Boxiong's eyes lit up and he called again.
This time, someone answered.
Confucius said: A good day starts with a recommendation vote.