The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

After a moment of silence in the FJ Cruiser, Zhang Su turned off the radio and said, "No wonder the signal is not so good. It turns out it's in Tangcheng. What do you think about this?"

Wu Lue smiled foolishly and spoke first: "Hehe, this beauty's voice is quite nice..."

His opinions were met with unanimous disdain from the others. What a weird nymphomaniac's perspective!

"Whether it sounds good or not is aside for now. This person's pronunciation is indeed that of a serious announcer. His Mandarin is clear and sonorous. It's hard to find a professional announcer like him at this time."

Chen Hanzhou nodded and said.

"You are so arrogant. The radius is hundreds of kilometers. Does this include Beijing and Tianjin? I don't believe there is no larger survivor camp over there!"

Lu Yubo's knowledge of geography was not very good, but he knew that the capital was right next to Tang City.

"Yes... I don't know about Tianjin, but Beijing has a permanent population of more than 20 million. Even if only 1% of the population survives, there are still 200,000 people. And that's the heart of the city. Maybe there are emergency plans. If there is an official security camp somewhere, it is most likely to be in Beijing..."

In order to make up for the embarrassment of being a fangirl before, Wu Lue talked a lot.

Zhang Su shook his head slightly and said, "Luezi, a large permanent population means a dense population. Have you forgotten what would happen if a disaster broke out? It would be much more difficult to escape from a certain community in Beijing than it is for us!"

The population of Qincheng is only one twentieth of that of Beijing. Several people quickly imagined possible scenarios in Beijing and were shocked...

"Oh, yes, did you notice that they also made a new calendar called... the Age of Disaster! I thought we were the only ones who thought of this!"

Wang Xin shrugged and said.

“It seems like everyone has a lot of ideas.”

Zhang Su nodded secretly. He had previously thought that Yu Wen’s proposal to change the calendar was a bit unnecessary, but now he felt it was more and more necessary. Especially as the population grew, a unique culture was needed to unite people!

Thinking about the more distant future, if we can build a huge city someday, in this era, it will be a country in its own right...

"Damn!" Wu Lue said with a strange look on his face: "If in the future, every large camp has its own calendar, wouldn't it be difficult to unify them?"

"Difficulties are nothing. We'll just listen to whoever is stronger."

Lu Yubo answered very naturally.

"That's right, the winner takes all, and only the victor has the right to speak. Isn't that how history used to be? Only the victor has the right to write, and they can write whatever they want. They can describe themselves in whatever way they want future generations to know."

Wang Xin also agreed with Lu Yubo's opinion.

"Let's not talk about those trivial things. How true do you think the news on the radio is?"

Zhang Su took out a cigarette box and handed it around, then asked.

"He must be talking nonsense. Take the Azure Dragon Corps for example. The scout who came to our camp said they had thousands of people, but in the end, there were only more than 300. According to this ratio, the Righteous Path Society may only have a thousand people, oh..."

Wu Lue was stunned as he spoke, and said awkwardly: "If there are really a thousand people, that's still a lot."

"Did you notice a detail?" Chen Hanzhou stroked his mechanical prosthesis and thought, "When they reported the number of people before, it was accurate to the single digit, which made me feel very credible. Of course, it is not ruled out that they deliberately made up false numbers to make others believe it, playing a trick on psychology!"

"Tang City is much larger than Qin City. Before the disaster, it was considered a second-tier city in China, with a permanent population of about 6 to 7 million. According to our research on the survival rate, there are theoretically about 100,000 survivors in Tang City. Even after the destruction of these few months, there should be at least 30,000 to 40,000 left. In this sense, 3,000 people is not an exaggeration."

Zhang Su made a very rational analysis, saying that one should not be afraid to imagine the situation in a large city just because one is in an area with a relatively small population.

Everyone nodded. The other party claimed to be the most complete community within a few hundred kilometers. They must have the confidence to broadcast like this, because the world today is a dark forest. Many survivors' camps have transformed into hunters who are snatching resources. Hunters who dare to expose their positions are either extremely stupid or have extremely strong strength.

Not only are they not afraid of the hunters who come to rob them, they are also looking forward to someone doing so. Wouldn't it be great if they could just rob them back?

"Map... I forgot to bring the map. Does anyone have an offline map on your phone?"

Zhang Su asked.

"I. Give it to Brother Su."

Wu Lue, the little guru of electronic products, took out a mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Su.

"Kaiping District... here, on the east side of Tang City, on our side, Kaiyue Road... Got it, let me check the distance."

Zhang Su used the distance tool to roughly measure and found that the straight-line distance was only about 130 kilometers. If he took the highway, it would not exceed 160 kilometers!

"This distance...is not far!"

"Yeah, Qingxian is hundreds of kilometers away from Changli. Damn, they won't expand towards us, will they?"

"It shouldn't be." Zhang Su shook his head, denying Wu Lue's guess, and said, "It's not like before. It's useless to defend too much land. Okay, this trip today is not in vain. I know there is such a huge force next to us."

"Having so many people isn't necessarily a good thing. Look at the Azure Dragon Corps. They only have more than 300 people, but they attracted a 100,000-scale zombie swarm. If this damn Righteous Society really has more than 3,000 people, wouldn't it attract a million-scale zombie swarm? Oh my god, this is too scary."

As Wang Xin spoke, he couldn't help but curl his lips and shake his head. The terrible guess scared himself.

"I used to think that 3,000 people was nothing. The community I lived in before had more people than this. Why does it seem so scary now when I hear it..."

Wu Lue holds the same view.

Zhang Su did not raise any different opinions this time. He nodded slightly and said, "As the number of people increases, the corresponding defense force must be increased proportionally. It would be best if everyone could be a soldier, but you have all seen that as the population increases, there will always be some survivors with weak combat capabilities entering the camp, and there will also be some people with special abilities. They all need to be protected by forces."

"According to the previous concept of the ratio of military to civilian, I think the minimum ratio should be three to one, which means that there should be thirty combat forces while allowing ten members without combat capabilities to exist!"

As the camp developed, Zhang Su began to consider more issues.

"Damn, a three to one ratio of military to civilians... this is going to be very difficult."

Wu Lue rolled his eyelids and calculated, grinning and said, "Brother Su, before the disaster broke out, the country with the highest ratio of military to civilian was only 1:6. Isn't your plan of 3:1 too harsh?"

"One to six?" Zhang Su was shocked by this ratio and frowned, "Which country has such a high ratio of military to civilians?"

According to his memory, Ajin is the country with the most exaggerated military-civilian ratio. It has a population of about 26 million and over 1 million soldiers, a ratio of 1 to 25, the highest in the world. Where did a country with a ratio of 1 to 6 come from?

Wu smiled with a show-off look on his face and said, "You don't know, right? Hehe, this country is the Vatican, with a population of one thousand..."

"Get lost, you bastard!"

Zhang Su didn't even wait for Wu Lue to finish showing off before slapping him on the back of the head, bringing up a religious country with a land area of ​​less than half a square kilometer.

The others also gave Wu Lue the middle finger.

Even Su Xiaoya, who had only studied geography in junior high school, secretly rolled her eyes, thinking that this little brother was exaggerating!

"Don't talk nonsense. In short, if the population is less than 1,000, we must ensure a three-to-one ratio of military to civilians. We haven't reached this level yet, but it will be fine once the reserve team is on track!"

Zhang Su spoke slowly. He felt a sense of urgency in his heart, but he was not too anxious. It was not that they were "soldiers" just by taking up arms. Instead, they, the "soldiers", could become civilians by laying down their arms. This was a gradual process and could not be rushed.