Jiang Wu and Su Ziyu did not intend to clear all the zombies out of the area.
After all, these zombies are essentially the guards here.
Since Huaxia Fuxing has not yet come to reclaim this military port, these zombies are the best guards.
There are still over 200,000 survivors in Shanghai, and they might accidentally find their way here.
What if they discover there are no zombies here? Wouldn't that be a free win for them?
Small favors are fine.
Jiang Wu would never let so many supplies go to others for nothing.
After killing the few zombies that were closest to them, the two quickly arrived at the huge warehouse that Xiao Yong had mentioned.
The warehouse doors remained tightly shut.
Jiang Wu knocked on the steel gate, which felt very solid.
"Keep it," Jiang Wu said casually.
The two then looked at the window, which was about six meters high.
With a light jump, Jiang Wu grabbed the window frame with one hand and slammed his right fist down hard.
The tempered glass trembled violently.
Jiang Wu delivered two more punches with a "bang, bang".
The tempered glass was completely smashed.
Jiang Wu crawled straight in through the broken window.
Su Ziyu followed closely behind.
The warehouse is very, very large.
Jiang Wu stood in a corner of the warehouse, looking around, his pupils slightly dilated.
Sunlight streamed in through rows of glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the mountains of sacks and wooden crates.
This also gave the entire warehouse a faint glow.
Before me stretched an endless pile of supplies, neatly stacked boxes and bags, like a steel forest extending into the depths.
A real mountain of piles!
Some of the goods were piled up to a height of more than ten meters!
"What a generous gesture..." Jiang Wu couldn't help but sigh softly.
In Shanghai, where land is incredibly valuable, this giant warehouse is unbelievably large.
And the amount of supplies inside is unbelievable!
Jiang Wu walked toward the nearest large wooden box.
With one stroke, one side of the wooden box was completely cut open.
Inside were brand new clothes, which still smelled faintly of textiles.
Jiang Wu was a little disappointed; China's revival had no shortage of such things.
He then walked to another row of wooden crates, cut one open, and found crates full of eight-treasure porridge.
Jiang Wu finally showed some interest.
He moved around the huge warehouse like he was unpacking blind boxes, occasionally cleaving open a box with a knife.
Corn kernels, mineral water, flour, cooking oil, noodles, soybeans, clothing, shoes, first aid kits, medical supplies, rice, compressed biscuits...
The variety of supplies is very rich, and the reserves are also very large.
Jiang Wu continued walking deeper into the warehouse.
The further in you go, the larger the variety of supplies becomes: various instruments and equipment, water purification equipment, field cooking utensils and tents, bicycles, motorcycles... and even more than a dozen dismantled military Humvees.
"It seems that our country's foreign aid is truly substantial."
Jiang Wu chuckled lightly, but his gaze was already fixed on the heavy iron door at the end of the warehouse.
The iron gate at the end is completely different from the rest of the warehouse.
It is entirely black, with a striking red warning sign painted on its surface: [Military restricted area, entry strictly prohibited].
On either side of this iron gate, there are several outpost-like fortifications.
Through the glass, you can see more than a dozen zombies wandering around inside.
These zombies were not exposed to the sun or rain, nor were they involved in any battles; they were all remarkably well-preserved.
Their uniforms and the guns they carried were all still very new.
His gaunt face still faintly revealed the fortitude he possessed in life.
Jiang Wu looked at them and sighed softly.
Then, in a flash, he appeared directly in front of the massive iron gate.
The level four Rat King Claw Blade in his hand had already slashed down.
With just three cuts, a square doorway was completely cut out of the iron gate.
Jiang Wu threw a punch, and the severed section of the iron gate collapsed inwards with a loud "boom," raising a cloud of dust.
Unlike the outside, there were no windows inside; it was pitch black.
But for Jiang Wu, it made no difference.
He went straight in.
Upon seeing the situation inside, Jiang Wu couldn't help but gasp.
Inside, there's actually a space of at least tens of thousands of square meters!
Within this space of tens of thousands of square meters, there are neatly arranged metal shelves that stretch as far as the eye can see.
Each shelf was piled high with dark green ammunition boxes.
Even though Jiang Wu had visited several arms depots, those places had limited visibility and lacked the visual impact of this place.
Jiang Wu walked to the nearest shelf and pried open an ammunition box.
After removing the waterproof paper, the bullets inside were densely packed together, exuding a faint smell of gun oil.
Jiang Wu couldn't help but laugh.
Xiao Yong once said that this place originally contained 2 billion rounds of ammunition and 60,000 guns of different models.
They are all destined for export worldwide.
Even if half of the quantity has already been loaded onto ships, there are still 1 billion bullets here.
This is an enormous number!
All the bullets China has used to revitalize the country combined don't even amount to the number here!
Based on the current average of 10 bullets to kill one zombie, the bullets here are enough to kill 100 million zombies!
Warriors of China's rejuvenation, you can now use bullets to your heart's content!
Jiang Wu continued walking deeper into the area.
We discovered even more surprises.
Crates upon crates of automatic rifles, light machine guns, sniper rifles, heavy machine guns, rocket launchers...
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