Zhang Xiaoqiang was having a headache, he did not want to bring along such a burden, but he could not bear to part with Shen Li. In the apocalypse, a professional surgeon was too important. If Shen Li had joined the base earlier, the two crippled members might have had a chance to recover. A doctor was equivalent to effective treatment, an increase in combat power, and at the same time, a decrease in the number of times they had to go up Osmanthus Mountain.
"Ai ai... How can you speak like that?
Ah?
What do you mean by the same as us?
Did we shoot at your place?
Didn't you eat plain rice?
Your mouth is so long, why can't you speak like a human? "
Uncle Yun was taught a lesson by Zhang Huai'an. He lowered his head and looked at his shoes of different sizes and said softly: "Zhang Xiaoqiang, didn't you say that wearing a military uniform doesn't mean you're a soldier? The person who shot at us was also wearing a military uniform and had the same gun as you guys. Even the cap was the same."
The road to WH City was long and winding. It was not that the road was too long, but just like the day before, most of the time was not spent on the road, but on finding the way. The new members in the farm vehicles were considered the landlords of this area. Although they were landlords, as long as they were 30 li away from their hometown, they would not be able to find their way. If they were 50 li away, they would not be able to find their way north.
Towards Shen Li's fanaticism, Zhang Xiaoqiang could not deny it. He did not believe that Shen Li could produce a vaccine. Firstly, there was no equipment, and secondly, there was no laboratory. He did not even have the bottles of culture fluid. What could he do?
Zhang Xiaoqiang obtained Shen Li and hundreds of troubles, but Shen Li also obtained what he wanted. On Zhang Xiaoqiang's military vehicle, there was half a D3's body. Although Zhang Xiaoqiang's goal was only its skin, this half of the D3 was enough to make Shen Li go crazy. He occupied a military vehicle as his laboratory, and continuously tinkered with the D3.
Zhang Huai'an became serious. They were wearing military uniforms and holding Type-95 rifles. This meant that they had found the missile base, but others might not be able to find it. The people that Uncle Yun mentioned might really be soldiers. Soldiers were cold-blooded during missions, and there was a high chance that they would shoot and kill civilians.
As the convoy moved forward, Zhang Xiaoqiang who was sitting in the Warrior vehicle was thinking about what the doctor had told him. The soldiers, many vehicles, shooting, and killing civilians …
Zhang Xiao Qiang did not know the extent of the shortage of supplies in WH City. Although the convoy had brought quite a bit of supplies, the number of people had doubled. The supplies that could support 50 people for half a month could only support 150 people for 2 meals a day for 10 days. However, if they could not get any supplies when they reached WH City, what would they eat?
Just like that, Zhang Xiao Qiang's troops had doubled, and he had become the Village Chief. He brought 50 semi-professional soldiers and over a hundred farmers as they made their way towards WH City.
Zhang Xiaoqiang had a headache. It was because of the hundreds of men and women standing in front of him, staring at him. He did not expect that just because he wanted to see the village secretary who researched zombies every day, the damned village secretary would throw over a hundred villagers to him. He even boasted to the villagers that Zhang Xiaoqiang was their new village secretary.
Just like yesterday, the convoy followed the path that the army used to take. Sometimes, they would take a long detour before they could reach the main road again.
It was not that they did not think of replenishing the supplies in WH City, but they could not even find 200,000 people. How could he rely on 50 members to find them?
That was not realistic. How much food would be consumed by 200,000 people?
30 tons or 40 tons of rice?
It was likely that all the food that could be found around the gathering point had already been consumed. As for those that could not be found, Zhang Xiaoqiang would not be able to go.
Obviously, Uncle Yun was not a qualified diplomat. Not only did Zhang Xiaoqiang not like what he said, even Zhang Huai'an did not like what he said.
The wreckage extended across a wide stretch of road. At a rough glance, there were more than a hundred vehicles that had been burned. Nearly a kilometer of road was blocked by various vehicles and wreckage. Many vehicles could also be seen lying in the roadside channels that had been burned to a crisp.
Putting it all together, Zhang Xiaoqiang had a very vague idea. In the eyes of those soldiers, living people were not worth anything. Only supplies were their biggest need. To ensure that the supplies would not be wasted by the civilians, they fired without warning. Although this reason was very far-fetched, facing a group of starving civilians, if it was Zhang Xiaoqiang, he might also give the order to fire. The reason was that he could not even take care of himself, so why should he care about others?
"Wait … I will go and ask Zhang Xiaoqiang …"
By the time he could no longer feel the vibrations, he noticed that the military vehicle had stopped. Alighting from the vehicle, in front of him was another scene of a series of car accidents. There were overturned vehicles, empty shells that had been burnt by the flames, pieces of glass that had solidified in the metal debris, and the charred remains of the corpses.
"People like you killed more than a hundred of us indiscriminately …"
However, the military was not Zhang Xiaoqiang. They had their own discipline. Unless it was absolutely necessary, they would not shoot civilians because they were all civilians. However, when he thought about it this way, he realized that the current situation was becoming more and more unfavorable for humanity. The supply of supplies at the gathering point of Wuhan City seemed to have reached a critical point.
Without food, everything would be for naught. The Song Dynasty had double rice, so it had 400 years of history. The Qing Dynasty had corn and potatoes, so it had a population of 400 million. Even if the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom killed 100 million people, it could still survive for 300 years. Other than the Song Dynasty, how many other dynasties in China could survive for 300 years?
"What a headache …" Zhang Xiaoqiang could not help but groan. The doctor was having a good time. He hugged his zombie and hid in a corner. The pressure of survival of more than a hundred survivors was transferred to Zhang Xiaoqiang. However, Zhang Xiaoqiang had no choice but to take care of them. After all, they had recognized him as the party secretary.
The convoy continued on the road. There were more than a dozen military vehicles in front, and behind them were more than a dozen farm vehicles of different sizes. Looking at the colorful farm vehicles in the rearview mirror, Zhang Xiaoqiang was worried that the vehicles would break down and delay their journey.
Thinking about this, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart tightened. The Wuhan City they were about to go to was not a safe place, but a dangerous building.
China had thousands of years of history, and throughout its history, China had encountered all sorts of problems. Invasions by foreign enemies, secession, chaos in the palace, and even peasant uprisings. These problems seemed serious, but how many of them could cause a country to fall? The only thing that could cause a country to fall was food.
In the end, Zhang Xiaoqiang had no choice but to compromise. Uncle Yun's experience in the convoy had been widely publicized. Everyone knew that he had eaten a large bowl of rice, and even had a pair of shoes on his feet. What they did not know was that Uncle Yun had been stripped naked. Because of this, they thought that they had found an iron rice bowl, and naturally, they would follow him.