Doomsday Commander.

Chapter 22 Nobles
The painted 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, walk about [-] kilometers, and then abandon the boat and land.

But now it seems that this plan is not feasible.

This section of the Bailongjiang River is okay, moving forward along the water, the speed is okay.

But when we got to the Haojiang River, the waterway turned and the water flowed from east to west. It was too difficult to go against the current, not to mention that the engine of this boat had been scrapped, and it was undoubtedly unrealistic to rely on pennies to advance in shallow water.

Time does not allow him to do that. It is the ninth day of the end of the world. With this speed of the boat, it will not be able to reach the west of Sichuan in a month.

So he only had one night to take the boat, and when he arrived at the Haojiang section tomorrow morning, he had to abandon the boat and land along the road.

Picking up a chair, sitting on the boat, looking at the river view on the bank, Tang Zheng couldn't tell what it was like.

The prosperity of the past has gone with the wind, and looking at the doomsday city makes people despair.

The smoke and fire in the world that was once taken for granted now seems to be the most extravagant thing, out of reach.

Turn on the phone, the network signal is still there.

There is not much desertion on the Internet, because at this moment, people who are alive and have access to the Internet will basically speak on the Internet.

But all of them are talking about the difficulty of survival in the last days and the news of calling for help.

Especially in the past two days, the water supply in major cities has been cut off. Everyone is talking about the difficulty of not having water, and the local Royal Security Bureau and local garrison troops in Aite are still in the hope of being rescued.

But without exception, none of them got a response, and they didn't know what happened to those troops and the Public Security Bureau.

Tang Zheng was not very optimistic about this.

If it was simply a mutation of the zombie virus, perhaps the army would not have collapsed, but the acid rain before the end of the world was also a major culprit.

From what Tang Zheng saw these days, the car was corroded, the tools were corroded, and even the gun equipped by Meng Zhiliang in Yida City was just the same, so we can analyze the situation in other places.

The guns have been corroded, and the troops who have lost their weapons are not much stronger than ordinary people.

What's more, the first wave of infection was very sudden, and it would definitely cause a large number of casualties.

Even if the army is not completely wiped out, it will definitely be exhausted in a short time, and there is no need to talk about rescue.

The survivors now can only hope for luck.

But he also saw some relatively exciting news.

For example, in some places, small groups of survivors began to appear, and they informed nearby survivors of their location through the Internet, hoping that more people would join in.

This is the embryonic form of the future survival base. Although most of these small groups are difficult to develop and grow, some of them must be able to grow.

As for how far it can grow, it depends on how cruel the end of the world is.

When the boat arrives in the middle of the river and floats along the current, it basically does not need any power, and only needs to adjust the rudder occasionally.

Without the threat of zombies, the whole person relaxed a little, lying lazily on the seat, watching the water flow below.

A black shadow rowed over the side of the boat.

Tang Zheng froze for a moment, thinking it was his eyesight.

Rubbing his eyes and looking carefully, this time he saw clearly.

That's a big fish.

It is not a rare fish, it looks like a carp.

But this carp is almost one meter long, and its fins are exposed on the water, passing a waterline.

"Such a big carp?"

Tang Zheng secretly drummed in his heart, this fish must also have mutated.

The Bailong River is not a big river, but what about the Haojiang River?

What about in the sea?
Will there be more mutant beasts?
It has to be said that this possibility is very large.

From this point of view, it is not only zombies that are dangerous in the world, but also more mutant beasts.

Thinking of the number of mutated beasts that might be more than zombies, Tang Zheng felt a little thirsty.

"I don't think so much anymore, let's see how much money is left?"

Tang Zheng opened the system and checked it.

After buying the motorcycle, there is almost a thousand gold. During the battle, I bought two recruits and consumed a lot of bullets. Currently, it is only 470 gold.

But right now Tang Zheng's subordinates are already fully staffed, and he has already fulfilled two of the three conditions for upgrading to platoon leader.

As long as the funds in his hand reach [-], he can upgrade.

But Tang Zheng wanted to upgrade with more money in his hands, if he only had a thousand gold, he would not be able to afford any good things after the upgrade.

"On the way home, pay attention to collecting more funds. There are still 20 days before the time agreed with my sister. As long as the road goes smoothly, there should be enough time."

Tang Zheng took out the map he drew before, and now the early stage route of this map has been completed, but there is a little deviation in the last step.

The boat was only available until tomorrow morning, and then he would change routes.

"Take a boat tonight, and tomorrow morning, I will be able to reach the intersection of Bailongjiang and Haojiang."

"When we get there, it's already a suburb of Sanjiang City. I want to get on the expressway as soon as possible, so I can go to the west at the fastest speed."

"I hope the highway will not be too congested."

"In the next period of time, I will not go down the highway, and try to go west as soon as possible. The gasoline for motorcycles can also be collected on the road."

"If everything goes well, about ten days should be enough time to go home."

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, there were still news about him circulating in Sanjiang City.

Sanjiang City DC District, Song Family.

There is a manor covering an area of ​​forty acres.

This is the villa of Song Yinghao, the baron of the empire.

According to the law of the empire, nobles have fiefdoms, and Song Yinghao, as a baron, besides this manor, also has fiefdoms of [-] acres around.

But Song Yinghao made his fortune by engaging in construction development, building bridges and roads.

This is thanks to a group of his subordinates who helped him fight and kill and engage in some shady things, which made him to this level today.

He didn't treat his subordinates badly, especially Zhao Boxiong, the main character among them.

Zhao Boxiong was his guard platoon leader, and he even donated a lord status to Zhao Boxiong.

The lord is not an official nobleman, and the platoon leader of the guards is not a member of the royal army, but after all, he has a higher status than a commoner.

It is now the ninth day of the end of the world, and 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 it. Now that the manor is completely safe, he has also 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 in line with his aristocratic status.

His identity, Zhao Boxiong stood there with a sturdy aura, waiting for Song Yinghao's questioning.

"Bo Xiong, how many people are there in our guard?"

"Boss Song, counting me, there are still nine guards, of which there are only three veterans, and the remaining few are drawn from other servants, barely making up a combat squad."

Song Yinghao was a little surprised: "My platoon has thirty people, and there are only three veterans left?"

"Boss, there's nothing you can do about it. During the first wave of infection, nearly 20 people mutated. When we fought back, several people were scratched."

"The most important thing is that the gun is not working. Most of our guns are useless. When we shoot, they either jam or explode, or they can't fire at all. Several brothers died because the guns were not good. Now everyone uses them. There are only a few pistols and even a crossbow.”

Song Yinghao asked again: "What about our machine gun? Can the machine gun still work?"

"The machine gun is usable. Thanks to the fact that we always take that machine gun as a treasure and keep it in a box and put 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 keep the manor. gone."

Song Yinghao had a headache: "There is only one machine gun and a few miscellaneous guns. We must not be able to get out with our strength. Bo Xiong, it may be difficult to save your father."

Zhao Boxiong nodded: "Boss, I can understand. I was still on the phone with my dad a few days ago, and it can still be maintained, but now the urban area is impossible to enter, and I won't force it."

"Let's call your father. People need hope most at this time. If you make more calls, you should be able to last for a few more days."

Zhao Boxiong nodded, picked up the phone, and called his father.

The first time I got through, but no one picked up.

The second call got through again, but still no one answered.

"That's not right. The call was clearly connected, which proves that someone is still charging the phone, but why no one answered it? There are zombies outside, and it's impossible for my dad to go out."

Zhao Boxiong was sweating a little.

Song Yinghao still has more experience, he pondered for a while: "Your father may have an accident, but there are still people using the mobile phone, so you can send a message and promise some benefits, maybe the people over there will see it, and they may still pick it up." your phone."

Zhao Boxiong's face was gloomy: "It seems that's the only way, I hope the people over there are 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 a chance to rescue the other party, and asked Mr. Baron to give him the status of squad leader of the guard.

3 minutes after the message was sent, a message came back.

"It's a word."

Zhao Boxiong's eyes lit up, and he called again.

This time, someone answered.

　Zi said: A good day starts with a recommendation ticket.

　　


(End of this chapter)