I'm not reasonable.
Because you don't understand.
Surrender, or die.
With such a simple and crude declaration, the problem was directly solved.
Before Jiang Chen could count to three, the middle-aged man threw away the weapon in his hand, kneeled on the ground, and surrendered.
He had no choice but to surrender. How could a recoilless cannon compete with the power armor? I'm going to trade the car for thirty of your lives. Do you dare to trade?
His "fearlessness" was based on Jiang Chen's willingness to negotiate, and now Jiang Chen didn't want to negotiate anymore.
All the survivors stood in a row and looked at the "invaders" with humiliation. But Jiang Chen wasn't here to capture cannon fodder. In the future, he still had to hope for these people to accept the peaceful evolution. If he brought these people back now, there would be no place to lock them up. Not only would there be no benefits, but it would also cause other survivor groups to retaliate.
To be able to survive for so long, these survivor groups weren't completely defenseless. If this survivor group could bring out a recoilless cannon, then the next survivor group could bring out a ray gun. That thing was still a threat to the power armor. The C-type plastic steel armor may be able to deflect bullets, but it would be difficult to defend against high energy rays.
Jiang Chen didn't waste any more time with the middle-aged man named Zhao Baodong. He directly made a request to temporarily add 50% of the combat force into Jiang Chen's team.
Zhao Baodong's eyes widened. He wanted to refuse, but he saw the cold stare, so he forced a smile and swallowed his words.
From then on, the survivor group led by Zhao Baodong had a number – 02. The eight riflemen in Jiang Chen's team all received the numbers 021-028.
It was much more convenient. Jiang Chen was too lazy to remember so many names. He could just tell them the number.
But after giving a stick, a carrot would achieve the best effect. Jiang Chen still told them a piece of "good news." After the battle, they could finish off the zombies that weren't completely dead and collect crystals. Since it would be troublesome to squat down and collect crystals while wearing the power armor.
When Zhao Baodong heard he was responsible for collecting money, he immediately became enthusiastic. Even if Jiang Chen added that half of it would be considered as the spoils of war for the Fishbone survival base, it couldn't extinguish his enthusiasm.
Jiang Chen looked at this short-sighted person with disdain and gave him another task, which was to persuade – no, to order the survivor groups to hand over the people. If he refused, it didn't matter. He would beat him up without hesitation!
This time, Jiang Chen didn't bring his troops to stand so close. He only used the zombies to show off his firepower and successfully incorporated the survivor groups he encountered along the way. Even if it was a stubborn survivor group, after being hit by the 20mm caliber heavy machine gun, and feeling the splashes of cement on their heads, they all raised the white flag and surrendered.
The firepower was not on the same level.
Fortunately, they were all smart people, and no one held any unrealistic fantasies of 'hiding in the back to pick up scraps' or 'the other side won't dare to kill'. After all, it was already the 18th year of the apocalypse.
With a total of 154 people, the team instantly became bloated.
"What's the use of so many people?" Sun Jiao secretly asked in the private channel.
"Useless in battle, useful in strategy." Jiang Chen's answer was straightforward. Although Sun Jiao was confused, she didn't say anything else.
"Speaking of which, your domineering look was quite manly, it made my heart race." Sun Jiao teased Jiang Chen in the private channel with a smirk.
Although it was a joking tone, she wasn't lying. When she heard Jiang Chen's hoarse and cold "machine gun ready" in the public channel, she couldn't help but feel her scalp tingle.
She recalled the first time they met, seeing the man she loved grow up to this point, to be honest, she felt a sense of accomplishment.
This feeling was similar to how Jiang Chen watched her gradually evolve into a "civilized person."
"…" Jiang Chen decisively ignored Sun Jiao's mischievousness. He knew she was definitely teasing him, and it wouldn't be too late to "punish" her later.
…
If the survivors could get rid of their human nature and think from the perspective of the survival of the entire race, not to mention the small bacteria source. It wouldn't take many years for the entire world to return to human domination.
However, it was useless. The so-called elites and nobles already boarded the "seed ship" and headed to the distant "land of hope", leaving behind this messy world. No one was interested in rebuilding this world.
Why couldn't he be interested?
The agricultural civilization's desire for land was ultimately because the land could grow crops. But after the nuclear and biological weapons, there wasn't a single inch of land suitable for crops to grow on. Even mutants didn't dare to eat the crooked mutated plants, so what was the use of land?
Ironically, the people who started the war left, and they didn't have to bear the consequences of the war. They boarded the interstellar colonization spaceship, carrying the so-called fire seed of civilization, bid farewell to the devastated land, and headed to a new world that hadn't been ruined yet.
Of course, it was meaningless to say that now.
In short, there was no hope for these people to realize anything. Those with ambition and vision either boarded the spaceship, committed suicide, or became the leader of an independent force. As for the refugees hiding in the shadows, although they were free, that was all they had left.
Jiang Chen, who had thought it through, didn't reason with the remaining survivors. His forceful stance forced them to compromise. If he didn't give them the thought of negotiating in the first place, things would be much smoother.
"In the end, it's all for myself." Every survivor who was forced to obey comforted themselves.
"Also, there are crystals to be earned." They encouraged themselves.
Once they entered the battlefield, they had nowhere to retreat to. Run? Without an injection, who could outrun the zombies? If they left the group, they would die. If they dared to fight amongst themselves, they would die!
The people who were forced to work together didn't encounter too much trouble. Although the zombies noticed the group of people and rushed toward them, they relied on the surrounding buildings as natural bunkers and the tank-like power armors as the main force of the battle. They pushed forward against the tide of zombies.
In a life and death situation, every survivor exploded into a frenzy of fighting spirit. No one was stingy with bullets, and no one tried to hide behind their teammates.
The last phase of the battle was abnormally brutal. After leaving behind 17 bodies, the tens of thousands of zombies that intercepted the group were all wiped out in this half of the street. Just like that, the last obstacle to the target area was cleanly swept away.
The zombies in this area were all cleared. Most of the zombies surrounded the Fishbone base. Although there were zombies near the bacteria source, it wasn't "crowded."
Jiang Chen shook off the sticky blood and grease on his arm armor and ordered the survivors to take a short rest and make up for their mistakes, as well as dig for crystals.
When they heard the "leader"'s order, the survivors burst into joyful cheers. They leaped at the dead or incapacitated zombies and pulled out the daggers from their waists.
It was a bountiful harvest. It was estimated to be more than 300,000 crystals! This was an unimaginable amount of wealth for the survivors who had been counting crystals and running to the Sixth Street or other survival bases to exchange for supplies.
Even if they had to give up half, so what? Since they were the main force of the battle, it was already a great honor to give them half.
As to the people who died …
In the post-apocalyptic world, death was a common thing.
The previously aggrieved survivors immediately became grateful to Jiang Chen.
Some people were strange creatures. If you treated them well, they would take it for granted. Even if you didn't treat them well, they would act tough on the inside. However, if you pointed a gun at his head from the beginning and slapped him hard in the face if he dared to resist, he would definitely hate you. However, as long as you threw him a little sweetness, he would immediately kneel down and lick your boots with gratitude.
Perhaps it was an exaggeration, but it was more or less the same. Medically, it was called the Stockholm Syndrome. It was especially contagious among the "cunning" and short-sighted survivors. From the beginning, they couldn't negotiate with civilized people or else they would think they were afraid.
They could only be barbaric, then conquered, then domesticated!
Seeing the vague gratitude on the survivors' faces, Jiang Chen wanted to slap himself.
[Why didn't I understand such a simple logic earlier?]
In just half an hour, all the crystals were collected. Jiang Chen generously gave each person a piece of hardtack and told them to eat one and drink two mouthfuls of water to fill their stomachs. Then he announced that all the survivor groups that participated in this mission would receive the right to trade the hardtack at a price of one crystal with Fishbone. Of course, the premise was that they maintained a good relationship with Fishbone.
Hearing this, the survivors' eyes became even more passionate as they almost treated him as a god. Although the Sixth Street also sold hardtack, it was not safe to travel far in the apocalypse.
The leaders of the various survivor groups all expressed that from now on, they would follow the lead of the Fishbone Base.
Sun Jiao looked at her man with a smirk as he accepted the gratitude and worship of the people. She was overjoyed.
[It would be perfect if he wasn't such a playboy.]
Although Sun Jiao knew that it was not realistic.
…
The team resumed their journey. With high morale, they stepped onto the street that they once only dared to sneak through.
No fear of zombies, no fear of mutants. Driven by glory and wealth, humans regained their forgotten pride.
Although they encountered the Roshan several times, Sun Jiao was prepared for it.
She took out a 72mm anti-tank cannon from the trunk of the armored vehicle. The two-meter-long black barrel emitted a chilling light.
The leg anchors were activated as a few iron bars pierced into the concrete road. Sun Jiao raised her hand and fired. Before the shell even hit the ground, the brain, whose neck could not be seen, had already been blasted into pieces by the shell.
She had simulated this action countless times in the virtual reality system. It hit the target without any suspense.
In the suburbs, the most dangerous zombie-type creature that one could encounter was the Roshan. But under the pressure of technology, even the Roshan was just a pile of meat. She heard that there were zombies with even more terrifying abilities in the city center, but even Sun Jiao hadn't seen them before. Normal people wouldn't go to the city center for no reason.
The team maintained their speed and tried to reach the edge of the bacteria source before noon.
But when they got there, Jiang Chen had to stop the team again.
"The density of the unknown bacteria has increased to 37. The fog in front of us is too unsettling. The yellow-green particles are like bacteria stuck together. Other than us soldiers equipped with power armor, no one can survive in that environment, "Sun Jiao reported to Jiang Chen with a serious expression.
"… This is indeed a problem. But before we left, I already predicted this situation." A curvature appeared on Jiang Chen's face.
Since it was a source of pollution, there was no reason it wouldn't be surrounded by a pile of pollutants that didn't spread in time. Although he didn't know why the bacteria would form an egg shape around the bacteria source, it didn't affect Jiang Chen at all.
Fortunately, he bought twelve high-energy vacuum bombs from Zhao Chenwu.
"Although I haven't studied it before, I don't know what the bacteria are afraid of. But I believe that as long as it is a carbon-based cell, it is not afraid of fire. Everywhere in the air? Then I'll burn the air clean! "
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