No one uttered a sound of disappointment; instead, they all arrived at the training room with high morale to begin their training.
The first rule of survival in the apocalypse: Strength is the key to survival.
"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred, report, one hundred push-ups completed." Ye Jingyu was the first to finish the one hundred push-ups prescribed by Grandpa Song, and raised his hand to signal.
"Alright, take a ten-minute break, then we'll have combat training." Old Master Song had already prepared the required number of push-ups and was manually supporting Ye Zhi as she did sit-ups.
Since his body regained its youth, he has inexhaustible energy every day.
"Sweet Bean, you must drink 800 ml of milk powder every day, and eat iron-fortified rice cereal, vegetable puree and meat puree as complementary food. You must sleep for 16 hours every day."
"Mmm!" The tone is similar to the "Mmm" sound from the panda Huahua video.
"Sweet Bean's training is over today. From now on, you should do as Grandpa said every day: eat well, sleep well, be in a good mood, and grow tall and fat."
"Um!"
"Alright, thank you for your hard work, Sweetie. Grandpa will take you for a bath and then we'll have dinner." Grandpa Song picked up Ye Zhi and carried her out of the training room.
As he was leaving, he turned back to look at the group of people who were training hard and said, "I'm making you a training meal today. Train hard, and I'll be monitoring you in real time on my phone."
"Okay." The group, drenched in sweat, replied without looking up.
The soldiers protecting the survivors in City A were also covered in sweat.
Give them another half day, and they will be able to reach Base Z safely.
But fate had other plans, and they were attacked by a horde of zombies.
Around 10,000 soldiers fiercely protected the 500,000 survivors. Gunshots, bombs, cries, and roars echoed throughout the land.
"It's all your fault, you jinx! The zombies came over as soon as you joined the group. You're the one who lured them here!" An old woman shoved Song Ranran hard in the crowd.
"What mayor of City A? I don't recognize you as a mayor of dubious origin."
The old woman's face was filled with hatred and sorrow. She wished she could strangle Song Ranran beside her. Her son was the mayor of City A, and this woman had clearly usurped the position. Now, she didn't even know where her son was.
Song Ranran's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as she shoved them back without hesitation, coldly scoffing, "Don't worry, you'll make it to Base Z alive."
But you old woman, you can stay here and feed the zombies!
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