On the main street, rows of large passenger vehicles were lined up in an orderly fashion, and panicked people, carrying large and small bags, scrambled to climb into the vehicles.
"Let me in, let me in, I don't want to die, I'm still young, I don't want to die."
"Don't you have any morals at all? Taking a seat from an old man like me."
"Please, please, my son is only two years old, let me get in the car!"
"Get out of my way! You dare steal my spot? I'll beat you to death!"
On the streets, all kinds of life are happening.
Qin Yan, holding a pistol in one hand, absentmindedly blew a zombie's head off with a swift and decisive motion, displaying a charismatic masculine charm. However, at this moment, Qin Yan's brows furrowed slightly, his deep eyes gleamed coldly, and a hint of impatience flashed across his resolute and stern face.
"Xiao Lin, if they keep making such a racket, something terrible will happen early this morning. Go and organize them," Qin Yan said to the soldier beside him. "Anyone who disobeys will be executed on the spot."
He was a soldier of the nation, a soldier of the people, and protecting his country was his lifelong responsibility. But he could not allow a single bad apple to harm the precious lives of thousands.
The young soldier saluted, "Yes, Commander."
Qin Yan hummed in agreement, then focused intently on blocking the zombies attacking the convoy.
"Please don't rush, please line up and board the bus in an orderly manner. The country will not abandon any of its people."
With their lives at stake, the survivors, fearing being left behind, shouted and yelled as they rushed to get on the vehicle. The young soldier, disregarding whether it would attract more zombies, pulled out a megaphone, took a deep breath, and screamed at the top of his lungs.
The horn was powerful; the sudden, deafening sound startled everyone, causing them to flinch and freeze in their tracks, instinctively looking at the little soldier perched on the roof of the vehicle.
"Please don't rush, everyone. Please line up and board the bus in an orderly manner. The country will not abandon any of its people. When lining up to board the bus, please try not to make any noise. Zombies will come attracted by the noise. The louder the noise, the more zombies will be attracted."
With so many zombies arriving, the outcome was inevitable, a fact everyone present knew. Despite their worry, resentment, and terror, they could only obey the soldiers' commands, line up neatly, and board the vehicles one by one to depart for Changlin Base.
An hour later, the last busload of ordinary people was driven away.
"Commander, everyone has been seen off." The young soldier returned to Qin Yan's side, panting, his voice steady and strong, his words clear as he reported to Qin Yan.
"Order everyone to prepare for evacuation."
With his pistols out of ammunition, Qin Yan is now relying on his supernatural abilities and hand-to-hand combat to fight.
"Yes, Commander." The young soldier moved quickly and organized the soldiers in an orderly manner.
"Retreat!" Qin Yan shouted, and everyone quickly climbed onto the vehicle.
The number of zombies was increasing, and the bullets were running out. The longer they stayed, the worse it would be for them. The sooner they left, the better. Qin Yan's plan was meticulously laid out, but reality was fickle and always managed to surprise him, ultimately outmaneuvering him.
Qin Yan turned around, and the moment his hand touched the iron bars, a terrifying aura that sent chills down his spine surged from behind, like a monster that had been starving for millennia in the depths of hell breaking free of its cage and staring intently at him, its delicious prey. A sense of foreboding washed over Qin Yan. He fell backward, then braced himself with his hands, performing a 360-degree somersault in mid-air to escape the danger.
"Boom!" In the blink of an eye, just as Qin Yan turned and left, bright and dazzling lightning bolts descended from the sky, striking the large truck one after another.
Qin Yan steadied himself and stood firm, but was overcome with grief as he watched his comrade die.
With a whoosh, a sharp claw approached Qin Yan. Qin Yan dodged to the side and swung a fireball forward with his right hand. A deafening roar followed, flames shot into the sky, and the faint smell of burning filled the air.
"Commander," a young soldier said with teary eyes, noticing the mysterious and hostile visitor.
"You guys go first," Qin Yan shouted to the young soldier.
The young soldier opened his mouth, but under Qin Yan's piercing gaze, he tightly closed it.
"Let's go." The young soldier couldn't bear to drag Commander Qin Yan's head back.
Upon hearing this, the drivers of the three trucks stepped on the gas and drove away safely and quickly.
While escorting the taxi driver, Qin Yan was also doing his best to fight off the burning zombies. He was trying to do two things at once, and the situation was extremely unfavorable for him.
Having halted the advance of the burning zombies, the three trucks successfully escaped. Qin Yan still dared not relax for a moment, remaining fully focused and cautiously dealing with the zombies.
The burning zombie was a mutant, possessing the strongest known superpower: lightning-based ability. Its level, like its fire-based ability, was level two.
"Only seven days have passed, and there are already level two zombies."
Qin Yan was in turmoil; his unwavering resolve was now overshadowed by a feeling called fear. With zombies evolving at such a rapid pace, did humanity still have a chance to survive?
Before Qin Yan could think, the level-two lightning-type zombie bared its teeth and pounced on him.
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An hour ago, the place where the soldiers were stationed and rescuing survivors happened to be downstairs from Min Qiu's building.
None of the survivors wanted to die in the zombies' mouths, so they fought and scrambled, hurling insults and punches at each other, making Min Qiu, who was eating lunch, feel like she was chewing wax.
Min Qiu's good mood was ruined by those people downstairs, and she angrily slammed down the chopsticks in her hand. After a while, she took out another pair of chopsticks from her spatial bracelet and slowly ate her lunch.
For every bowl of porridge and every meal, we should remember how hard it was to come by. For every thread and every piece of cloth, we should always remember the difficulty in obtaining resources.
In this apocalyptic world, food is hard-won, and it would be a pity to throw it away.
After spending half an hour enjoying a delicious lunch, Min Qiu wiped her mouth, packed up her things in the small rented room, slung a large backpack over her shoulder, closed the door, and went outside.
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