On the repaired psychic fighter, Lin An looked at the map on the table and frowned.
After staying at the base for half a day, he took Zhang Tieyuntian directly to Qinghai. He didn't even meet An Xia on the way.
But according to what An Jingtian said, An Xia and the red-clothed mutant finally had a companion, and the two often went out to "play" with zombies.
The reason why I didn't bring Mo Ling was purely because the enemy was the Zombie King, and Mo Ling might not be able to seize control of the zombies from the enemy.
In addition, the series of tasks to build a new safe zone also required manpower, so Lin An simply asked Mo Ling to cooperate with the large forces.
no way.
The matter of the Corpse Emperor was too important. Not only was it a high threat, but it was also related to subsequent tasks. After much consideration, Lin An decided to give it the highest priority.
"It's about 9 hours away from the Qinghai War Zone."
"If nothing unexpected happens, we'll be there early tomorrow morning."
"But the question is, where is the Corpse Emperor?"
Looking at Qinghai, which is located next to the Tianzang war zone, Lin An looked thoughtful and could only continue to speculate based on the existing information.
Qinghai and Dongsan are two war zones, one in the west and one in the east. Without having been to Qinghai, Lin An couldn't use the teleportation command to go there directly.
According to the available information, Qinghai had a large population before the apocalypse and was an important province in the Second Western Development. However, because of its large population, the Qinghai War Zone after the doomsday had very few military districts, so the number of survivors in the entire war zone was very low.
.
There is no other reason.
There are many zombies, few people, and a lack of heavy industry and weapons and equipment.
The upper left is the sparsely populated Western Xinjiang, the lower left is Tianzang on the plateau, and directly below are two large circulating rivers that are difficult to cross. On the right and above are the Jizhou War Zone with high mountains. It can be said that both the geographical conditions and the living conditions
They are all extremely bad.
The survivors in the entire war zone had no way to escape. Surrounded by a large number of zombies, not even a few safe zones were established. In addition, it was located in the core of a non-Chinese war zone, so even if they wanted to call for help, they couldn't.
"call"
Lin An kept looking at the information compiled by the Long An Intelligence Department, and felt that it was a bit tricky.
Qinghai survivors rarely appear in the war zone channel. On the one hand, there is too much pressure to survive, and on the other hand, there is really nothing to say.
Survivors in other war zones often announce that special events have occurred in a certain location in the war zone, and that there are suspected equipment and dungeon missions in such and such a location. But for survivors in the Qinghai war zone, their information always only consists of asking for help.
Either they were surrounded by a tide of corpses, or a tide of corpses moved over. The survivors in the entire war zone often did not even dare to go out of the safe area, for fear of attracting a tide of corpses when they went out to search for supplies. Therefore, when they were unable to explore, they naturally encountered
Can't find anything.
If you ask too much and no one cares, just stay silent and save your energy.
"Captain Lin, which safe zone in Qinghai should we go to? Or fly around? See where there are more zombies?"
Without Mo Ling scolding himself, Zhang Tie crossed the two seats with his feet up and ate the canned food comfortably.
"Let's go to Qingshan Safe Zone."
"It's unrealistic to fly around. The entire Qinghai War Zone is larger than South Korea. By the time we find the Corpse King, the monster will have already reached level four."
Lin An rejected Zhang Tie's proposal without thinking.
Searching for large zombie waves from high altitude seems reliable, but the question is how do they know which zombie tide is commanded by the Corpse King? Unlike other war zones where there are only a few large ones. The most indispensable thing in Qinghai is zombies
!It’s just like finding a sheep in the city, but you try it on the prairie?
"Hey, I'm just saying."
"Hey, I don't know where Colonel Chu went. That pervert said he wanted to build a satellite, but he took the base. Damn it, he ran away!"
"If there were satellites, it would be much easier to find."
Listening to Xiong Hanzi's complaints, a trace of helplessness flashed in Lin An's eyes.
That's right, after the satellite was launched, it was possible to find traces of the Corpse Emperor through positioning and reconnaissance. Moreover, he originally planned to have a detailed chat with Chu An about the Soviet-Russian war zone. Unexpectedly, this guy didn't reply to any news and seemed to disappear.
Average.
He had no choice but to give the space command to Wen Ya for storage, and then give it to him when Chu An came back.
"When we arrived at the Qingshan Safe Zone, it was still the same. The three of us pretended to be military representatives and asked them if they had discovered anything unusual recently."
After thinking for a moment, Lin An decided to start with local survivors and asked several forces secretly controlled by Long An to post purchase information to see if they could find any clues.
The Corpse Emperor cannot be conjured out of thin air. This kind of mutation, which can be called one of the most terrifying in the apocalypse, should have been encountered by survivors.
As for his whereabouts, Lin An still planned to hide it.
If he is chased by alien species during the battle with the Corpse King, no matter how strong he is, he will still have to answer for it.
Qingshan Safety Zone.
In the industrial and commercial compound, a second-level awakener looked at the report handed over by his subordinates with a sad look on his face.
The kerosene lamp swayed, and the figures on the paper illuminated were shocking.
"Commander, we don't have enough food."
"The grain station we occupied last time was almost full, even the wheat that had been soaked in water and sprouted. Many people died with sprouts growing in their noses after eating that batch of grain."
Listening to the report that sounded like a joke, the young man who was called the leader looked miserable. He really couldn't laugh.
That's right, he is the strongest person in Qingshan Safe Zone, a second-level peak awakener.
Unlike other safe zone leaders who are at least level three, there is only one level three awakener in the entire Qingshan War Zone. If there is a ranking of strength in the war zone, they must be at the bottom.
"Are the fish in the reservoir edible? Didn't we find a batch of fry some time ago? How big are they now?"
Covering the numbers on the paper, Zhang Qiankun sighed and looked at his subordinates with hope.
Qingshan Safety Zone is said to be a safety zone, but in fact it can only be regarded as a gathering place. Although the number of survivors absorbed by the entire safety zone is sufficient, there is not even a decent fortification. If it were not built in a remote town,
There are mountains around them, and they have long been flattened by the zombie tide.
"Although everything grows faster after the apocalypse, Commander, it only took more than a month for those fry to be planted."
The awakened person in charge of the report gave a wry smile. He also knew that his boss really had no choice but to ask this question.
It is hard to imagine that the safe zone they established only accommodates 2.2 million people on six square kilometers of land. Except for the area centered on the original county committee building, which is relatively spacious and is used for the residence of awakened people. The other places are
A series of refugee camps.
Just like fish fry in a bottle, their living conditions are extremely harsh.
Seeing that there was no way to eat the fish in the reservoir, Zhang Qiankun was silent for a moment and then hesitantly said:
"Then how much more can we sell?"
"It's really no good, I can only sell it for food."
As if he was cornered, the young man took a look at his equipment and seemed to make up his mind. The daily consumption of food for more than three million people was astronomical. There used to be a large grain storage station in the county, which lasted for a long time.
On weekdays, teams can also be organized to search for food in nearby villages.
But as the tide of corpses continues to move, they no longer dare to go out.
Without replenishment of light consumption, food scarcity has already reached a critical point.
If everyone hadn't received system tasks every once in a while, in exchange for a piece of steamed buns and a bottle of water, people would have starved to death on a large scale.
But that's it, many people have begun to think about corpses in private, or in other words, they have already started.
Their bodies trembled suddenly, and several awakened people in the hall subconsciously looked at the young man. They knew the plan in their leader's heart.
Selling things? Where do they have the resources to sell them? Apart from the life-saving equipment on their bodies, where is there anything valuable?
"Sir, sell the equipment! When the mutants come and kill us, we will be waiting to die!"
"Taking a step back, if we want to escape someday, we won't be able to escape!"
Listening to the excited tone of his men, the young man had a bitter look on his face, but he just repeated firmly:
, "Let's do some statistics and see how much equipment we can scrape together."
"You don't need to sell weapons, just count everything else."
Not for sale
What can he do if he doesn't sell? He can't just watch the ordinary people who follow him starve to death.