Great Power Technology.

Chapter 300 Death Does Not Belong To Us

On the sixth day after the air strike, all the civilians in the medical center were organized. Ye Zhou commanded them remotely to conduct a preliminary screening of all the personnel, distinguishing the extremely weak and giving them priority in food distribution.

The man who was in contact with Ye Zhou before was named Kirov. He strictly followed Ye Zhou's instructions and divided the 124 people into 12 groups according to their male and female, physical condition, and previously shown qualities. Each group consisted of a Leaders are elected by voting.

This team leader will be responsible for the food distribution, as well as the organization of subsequent actions.

Apart from them, Kirov chose the few people with the least sense of presence among all people to set up a group of ten to supervise the operation of the group. Under such a system, there were two team leaders and two team members that night He was hanged on the ruins because of the obvious unfair distribution and threatening to rob others of food.

As their bodies were hoisted, a whole new order began to take shape.

Resource distributors and users have reached a balance, and resources have begun to flow to those who need them most. The 120 people who were on the verge of death have regained their vitality.

However, this is far from enough.

In three days, Ye Zhou was able to provide enough food to restore most of their physical strength, but it could not turn them into brave fighters. If they want to rely on them to defeat the 12 guards with assault rifles and submachine guns, they need more food. More detailed planning.

That night, the man saw Ye Zhou again.

"You organized well and handled it decisively. Starting today, the team will gradually start to cohere, which is a good sign."

Kirov shook his head and replied:
"They didn't need to die in the first place - they were just selfish, but not inherently bad."

"When faced with life and death decisions, those who do not follow the rules are bad people."

Ye Zhou's expression was flat. Compared with Kirov, he could look at the life and death of these civilians with a more detached attitude.

He is also more aware of what the consequences will be if he shows any weakness and kindness at this time.

Hearing Ye Zhou's words, Kirov was silent for a long time, and finally said:
"You're right. So, what's next?"

"Bury the bodies—buy the bodies of the civilians who died in the first conflict. Or, don't bury them, just throw them into the next floor."

"However, there must be a ceremony to bid them farewell."

Ye Zhou's gaze was firm.

According to the most economical strategy, in fact, now that the food is obviously insufficient, and everyone's physical strength has begun to decline sharply, he should not arrange for civilians to do such physical-consuming things, but, from one time Judging from his historical experience once, he is extremely clear that this is definitely a step that must be done.

The hideous and rotting corpses are not only the source of disease, but also give strong psychological hints to the living, making them lose confidence subconsciously, and a funeral full of rituals will sublimate their death to "sacrifice" the height of.

"Then we need more food."

"I will provide you with extra food, but you have to remember that the food must be distributed before the 'funeral'."

"If you even need food as an incentive for such a funeral, then there's no need for our subsequent actions."

Kirov nodded.

He can fully understand Ye Zhou's decision, but he doesn't have much confidence in whether he can do it.

After all, he only had one day.

"I'll try..."

"It's not a try, but a must. You have to go through this funeral, let them clearly see the price of retreat and compromise, see the efforts of the predecessors, let them understand that the struggle is not for others , but for their own survival."

Ye Zhou interrupted him sternly, and Kirov's expression became serious.

After slowly nodding, he continued to ask:

"After this? After this, we have the last day left. In this day, what method are we going to use to defeat those...big fish in your mouth?"

Ye Zhou shook his head and replied:

"I don't have a good idea."

"I once thought about putting drugs like sleeping pills in the food provided to them, but all dangerous drugs are strictly controlled and I can't get them."

"I also thought about soaking food in these dangerous chemical solutions under my feet, but... that kind of smell, I am afraid that even people who are about to starve to death will not risk eating it."

"So, the only breakthrough can only be the two guards who are alone."

"Knock them down, and you will have two assault rifles, and the firepower of these two rifles is enough for you to open the situation."

"But we have no chance of killing them."

Kirov frowned.

"I will help you create chances. On the day of the action, I will attack them from behind first, but, other than that, I can't help you any more."

"You have to find a way to let them launch an active attack on you."

"During this process, you have to organize layers of ambush. As long as you can get their weapons, the balance of victory will fall to our side."

"As for the specific strategy, I think you should be familiar with it. You used to be a soldier, right?"

Kirov didn't answer.

After a moment of silence, Ye Zhou threw the food to the opposite bank. After he turned and left, he took out two pieces of concrete that fell off from the ruins behind him, and began to polish the ground carefully.

……

Seventh day of air raids.

All the corpses were collected and placed neatly near a crack in the dome hall. Kirov took the lead in paying tribute to the victims. The big fish in the distance watched this scene silently, and their hearts surged involuntarily. Kind of scary.

It is impossible for them not to know what such behavior means.

When a person in a desperate situation begins to say goodbye to the dead, it often means that they themselves have already made plans to die.

The final battle is coming soon, and with their current strength, there is actually no [-]% chance of winning, otherwise, at the very beginning, they would not hesitate to wipe out all the "experiments" in their eyes .

Who will win, this is a tense and trembling question.

With Kirov's order, all the corpses were thrown into the abyss of the crack in the floor.

These people from different countries expressed their condolences in their own ways, and after the mourning ended, the expressions of these 120 people were completely different from those three days ago.

It is no longer desperate, no longer vicious, no longer numb, but with a kind of determination that has been fully realized, but still intends to fight to the end.

Kirov stood on the high platform and said to the people below:

"Everyone, we have no way out."

"When the big fish live, we die."

"The reason why they didn't do it now is simply because our strength has not weakened to the point where they are confident that we can defeat it."

"When that day comes, they won't hesitate to kill us all."

"We have only one way out and that is to win."

"There is another way, and that is death."

"However, death does not belong to us."

The people below listened to his speech in silence. No one applauded or cheered, but they all tightly held the weapons hidden under their clothes and in their sleeves.

……

On the eighth day after the air raid, at 4:[-] a.m.

At this time when everyone was the most tired, Ye Zhou inspired him to exchange for explosive talent in the shopping mall before entering the simulation, and two pieces of slow concrete flew towards the guard with his back facing him under great force.

One of them luckily smashed the back of the guard's head, but the other only hit his right leg.

The guard looked back at Ye Zhou in astonishment. He wanted to raise his gun to shoot, but the civilians who rushed up immediately didn't give him this chance.

He was quickly drowned in the crowd, the guns were handed over to Kirov and another shooter he had chosen, and with the first shots fired, the first organized riot in this small world happened.

....
At 8 o'clock in the morning, the last guard with a gun was shot dead. Ye Zhou climbed to the opposite bank by rope and saw Kirov's body.

His head had been completely shattered by the bullet, an arm was torn from his body, and there was a big hole in his waist made by a high-caliber bullet.

As he said, he will die before anyone else.

Ye Zhou looked at his body and mourned quietly for 2 minutes.

Death is not ours, but not naturally.

It's just that some people took the god of death away.

　Thank you Shuangzi, Nan Gesheng, Yixi God, who is really the leader of the minister for the reward!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)