The four discussed for more than three hours, and finally decided that Father Gong and Song Haoran would be responsible for monopolizing the military power of province A and collecting as many weapons and military supplies as possible to prepare for the rapid occupation of a safe military stronghold after the outbreak of the apocalypse. Gong Xiangyi and Lin Wenbo are responsible for collecting food and daily necessities, and doing logistics work for Father Gong's army.
In the last days, having supernatural powers is enough to protect oneself, but having an army can sweep away zombies and live in peace. In the previous life, it was precisely because Father Gong had grasped the military power of Province A immediately after the outbreak of the apocalypse that the Gong family survived safely and laid a solid foundation for Song Haoran and Lin Wenbo to become overlords.
Once again, Gong Xiangyi will not only follow the old path, but also help Father Gong build the strongest army in country C and establish a free city-state belonging to the Gong family.
Several people pointed at the military map, and finally selected a recruit training camp on the border of Province A as the temporary station for the post-apocalyptic army.
The training camp is just across the river from the capital of Province A. When you come out from the capital, you must pass the cross-river bridge in front of the training camp. As long as the outer wall of the training camp facing the bridge is reinforced and high, and machine guns and forts are arranged, the The threat of a large group of zombies from the capital of province A. If the bridge cannot be defended at that time, the pier will be blown up at a critical moment, and the bridge piers can be evacuated calmly.
Next to the training camp is a highway connecting the border areas of the four provinces. The traffic is very convenient, and the surrounding area is even more uninhabited, avoiding the situation of zombies around. It is the best strategic military stronghold that is easy to defend but difficult to attack.
After confirming again and again that there were no omissions in the plan, Father Gong leaned back on the chair slumpedly, the corners of his mouth tightly pursed into a straight line and his raised brows were expressing his worries. He didn't want everything his daughter predicted to come true, but his intuition told him that what her daughter said was true.
After the end of the world, where will mankind go? Ever since ascending to the throne of the ruler of the earth, human beings have never imagined that one day they will fall from the top of the food chain and become food for a group of carrion corpses. The sight of blood flowing into rivers and corpses strewn all over the field made Father Gong's scalp tingle just thinking about it.
The other three were also lost, and the atmosphere in the room was very gloomy. After a while, Father Gong sighed, left Gong Xiangyi's room, and locked himself in the study to meditate. Seeing this, Song Haoran had no intention of staying, and left after saying goodbye to Gong Xiangyi.
Passing by Gong Lixin's room, Song Haoran suddenly stopped when he saw the light shining through the crack of the door, and pushed the door open by accident, wanting to take a good look at him.
Gong Lixin is curled up on the bed at the moment, hugging his knees, staring at the laptop intently. The notebook was placed on the bed, and the screen was facing the door. Song Haoran couldn't see the picture on it, but he could hear the screams and the howling of wild animals from the speakers.
He frowned slightly, went to the bed and sat down next to Gong Lixin, moved the computer screen towards him, and asked softly, "Li Xin, what are you looking at? You scream so badly?"
"Resident Evil." The young master pointed to the movie title marked on the video. At this moment, a group of zombies on the screen are opening their bloody mouths, tearing a man into pieces and devouring them.
Having just heard a lot of news about the end of the world, Song Haoran is a little sensitive to this kind of scene. No matter how courageous he is, knowing that the tragic plot in the movie will become a reality, he can't help feeling a little restless. The shrill cries of human beings for help and the low roars of zombies constantly stimulated his eardrums, causing his forehead to throb, and his thick and handsome eyebrows furrowed fiercely.
Xiao Lin is an inhumane monster who loves to kill people and torture corpses for fun. The young master has long been accustomed to such bloody scenes, and he doesn't blink or frown when he sees them. He looks calm and composed.
Feeling Song Haoran's suddenly tense body, looking up to see his slightly pale handsome face, the young master pursed her lips, stretched out her hands to hug Song Haoran into her arms, patted his generous back lightly, and comforted him , "Don't be afraid, these are all fake." The first time I watched TV with Gong's father, it happened to be a horror movie, and he was shocked by the realistic ghosts on the screen. That's how Gong's father comforted him at that time, he remembered very clear.
The young man was small and alone, but hugged his tall and strong self in his arms to comfort him. Song Haoran felt the warmth contained in his embrace, his heart was hot, but his face was a little dumbfounded.
"If these scenes become real, will you be afraid?" He stretched out his hand to brush the boy's soft and smooth forehead, and asked in a low voice, thinking about whether he should tell the other party the truth.
Is it good or bad for him to know this too early and let him bear heavy fear and burden? Song Haoran hesitated.
"Don't be afraid." The young master ignored the struggle in Song Haoran's eyes, and said lightly, "It's just a bunch of dead meat that is about to rot. If you kill one or the other, there will be a day when you will kill them all. There is nothing to be afraid of. At that time, the world It will return to its original form.”
The young man looked up at Song Haoran, his clear eyes were full of determination and indifference, his delicate brows were softened and replaced with sharp edges, revealing his strong heart without a doubt. Looking at his calm but shining face, and listening to his steadfast predictions, Song Haoran's inner anxiety and uneasiness gradually faded away, and finally turned into a pleasant low laugh.
Yes, human beings can keep multiplying, but zombies can only rot and stink, isn't it just killing one and reducing one? Like cutting carrion from a festering wound, the carrion will be removed, and the wound will heal one day. Although I don't know if I can wait until that day in my lifetime, but with this belief, Song Haoran's whole body is lifted.
He smiled lowly, wrapped his arms around the boy's thin waist, pressed him into his broad chest, and stroked the boy's soft hair with his chin, with a serene expression. The young man snuggled into his arms obediently, patting his back lightly with one hand, with a faint smile on his pink lips, which made people feel extremely comfortable.
In the room, two people, one tall and one petite, hug each other quietly, comforting each other, and the picture is indescribably beautiful.
Lin Wenbo, who had been standing outside the door for an unknown amount of time, withdrew his gaze from the gap in the door, lazily leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette and lit it. As the smoke slowly drifted away from his mouth and nose, the corners of his tightly pursed lips curled up slightly, and he smiled silently.
At this moment, he was actually somewhat envious of his friend who was hugging Gong Lixin in the room. The child seemed to have some kind of magical power, just looking at his calm and calm expression from a distance made him feel a sense of happiness in this world. This feeling was subtle, not very strong and profound, but it made him slowly let go of the heavy burden in his heart.
It's nice to have someone to comfort you at this time! Lin Wenbo sighed secretly and took out a puff of cigarette, remembering the scene when Gong Xiangyi hurriedly sorted out the space supplies and drove him out of the room, the corners of his mouth that had just raised were drawn into a straight line again.
In the room, Gong Lixin yawned lazily against Song Haoran's broad and warm chest, two teardrops appeared from the corners of his eyes, wet his curled eyelashes. Seeing this, Song Haoran had no choice but to let go of his soft body no matter how reluctant he was.
"It's getting late, go to sleep." He turned off the video as he said, and was about to stand up, as if thinking of something, he turned his head and told the sleepy-eyed boy solemnly, "Starting tomorrow, you will smoke four times a day. Go to army training with me every hour. Fighting, shooting, climbing, cross-country long-distance running, you have to practice all these things. I will ask for leave for you at school. Look at your little arms and legs, what to do if you encounter danger!"
Song Haoran pinched Gong Lixin's small arm while talking, the touch was tender and smooth, it was unbelievably beautiful, the image of her naked body masturbating in front of him unexpectedly flashed through his mind. There was a hot current in the groin, Song Haoran's expression froze, and he immediately left the boy's bed.
Gong Lixin closed her eyes and responded lowly, not seeing his gaffe at all, stretched out her small arms, rolled up the soft and fluffy quilt and fell asleep straight away.
Song Haoran stood by the bed, staring blankly at the peaceful sleeping face of the young man. After the heat in his body dissipated and the strange throbbing in his heart subsided, he closed the door lightly and left. As for the end of the world, he had made up his mind not to tell the boy. There are not many good days, let him enjoy this happy time.
Song Haoran walked out of the room and saw Lin Wenbo leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his hand. He paused in his footsteps, with an unnatural expression on his face. But he quickly adjusted and said in a low voice, "You should have heard, right? Starting tomorrow, you will also go to the army with me to participate in training, so you can live longer in the end."
Although Gong Xiangyi predicted that they would become supernatural beings, they can't rest assured too early. It is always beneficial to improve their physical fitness and learn self-defense skills.
Lin Wenbo stubbed out the cigarette butt, and nodded in agreement.
The little young master had no dreams all night, and when he woke up the next day, he vaguely recalled overhearing the end of the world, his pupils were immediately clear, without the slightest haze of early awakening.
In fact, there are many things that Gong Xiangyi said that he doesn't understand, such as abilities, space, evolution and so on. Fortunately, he has a strong adaptability and is extremely smart. He can skillfully use Wubi typing in more than a month to find answers on Baidu.
After clarifying the situation, Gong Lixin's impression of the last days can be summed up in two words - hunger and killing.
He heard Gong Xiangyi predict that he would not have supernatural powers, but he would not become a zombie either. That's good, he has no supernatural powers, and he still has martial arts. If he can cultivate the Nimai Divine Art to the third level, even evolved zombies can't help him, and he was imprisoned in a purgatory-like underground palace in his previous life, so why was he afraid of killing
As for hunger, he never had a good meal when he was in the underground palace. In order to save more time for cultivation, Xiao Lin always refined a lot of bigu pills for him. eat. Although Bigu Pill tastes bitter, it is very practical in the last days when food is scarce. You need to buy all the medicinal materials to refine a few bottles.
Do it as soon as you think of it, the young master spread out the notebook, and wrote down the medicinal materials needed to refine Bigu Pill one by one. The name of the medicinal materials in this world is the same as the name of the medicinal materials in his original world, as long as he searches the Internet, he can find them all. Moreover, Bigu Pill is not an expensive pill, all it needs are some common materials, which are easy to find.
After writing down the prescription of Bigu Pill, the young master checked it roughly, thinking that zombies can infect people's skin by cutting them, which is very similar to those corpse puppets made by Xiao Lin. In this way, it is better to refine the Hundred Poison Pill, and after taking it, it will be invulnerable to all poisons. Although he can use his internal force to force out the toxin, it's better to be on guard all the time than once and for all.
Pursing his lips, he quickly memorized the formula of the Baidu Pill. This time, the young master was a little embarrassed, because all he needed to refine the Baidu Pill were some precious poisons. Even if there was an all-encompassing magical network, he wanted to find them all. Nor does it happen overnight.
Well, tell someone else to do it. One person counts the short, two counts the long. The little young master nodded secretly, and with peace of mind, turned around those children who usually fawned on him.