The last leader of the world starts with an elite infantry squad!

In the old town of the night market, there is an inconspicuous five-story office building.

I saw that the building's exterior walls were already in disrepair, and most of the glass windows were broken, with only a few pieces of broken explosion-proof film barely hanging on the window frames, like the dying wings of a butterfly, drooping silently.

And inside it, there was a dim light at this moment, just like a silkworm pupa, with new life wrapped under the dead body.

The corridors of the office building were filled with a mixture of mold and engine oil. The walls were covered with handwritten warning signs and maps, with arrows pointing to different rooms, marked with words such as "storage room," "medical point," and "observation tower."

The heart of the shelter is on the third floor, where a large room that was originally a meeting room was converted into living quarters.

In the middle of the room stood a large table made of office desks, piled with canned food, bottled water and simple tools. There were also large bunk beds made of bricks and door panels on both walls.

The sheets and walls were all black, with a faint oily sheen in the firelight, just like a woman's black oily hair, emitting a strong sour odor.

In the corner, there was a simple stove built with bricks and iron barrels. The fire was weak, and an iron pot was placed on it. The edge of the pot was covered with food residues that looked like black mud.

In the pot, there was some paste-like food whose raw materials could not be identified, and hot steam was bubbling up with a "bubbling" sound.

At this time, a dozen gray-faced survivors in the shelter were sitting around the fire. Most of them were young and middle-aged people, but there was also an old man and a child.

As usual, at mealtime every day, everyone would gather together and look at the pot with pious and numb eyes.

This is almost the happiest time of their day because they don’t have to think about anything, and there is no worrying about survival or death. Their minds are completely occupied by eating.

"As long as there is enough emptiness and numbness, there will be no pain." This is the survival truth they realized after the end of the world.

So at this moment, the group of people were like clay sculptures in a wild temple. The atmosphere was dull and silent and no one made a sound.

"Drone!"

In the corner of the room, at a lookout point where the window was sealed with wooden boards, leaving only a gap, the survivor on duty suddenly screamed.

His voice was like a thunder in the dark night, shattering the fragile shells of the many clay sculptures present.

"What??"

"Drones??!"

"What drone??!"

bang bang~

As the sound of benches and chairs being knocked over was heard, a group of survivors stood up reflexively.

"It's really a drone!! It's a drone!! Not a cannonball!! It's a drone that can communicate!! Look!! Look!! Wuuuuuuuuu~ Look!!"

The observer was so excited that his whole body began to tremble like an epileptic, and he kept sobbing and crying.

The next second, he tore the fragile partition in front of him into pieces with one violent force, not caring at all even though he was pierced by the broken wood chips and was bleeding.

He pointed out the window like a possessed man and babbled, and at one point he was so excited that he became speechless!

He was more frightened than ever before. He was afraid that the drone would fly away and disappear. He was afraid that hope would be shattered after it came...

So he was eager to let everyone see the light in the darkness.

That was not just his imagination, but a real hope!

At this moment, the survivors in the house seemed to realize something and rushed forward one after another.

Even the only two people in the house, an old man and a child, tried nervously to look out the window through the gaps in the crowd.

buzz~

In the dark night, the buzzing of the drone's rotors was so clear that it seemed to be ringing in their ears.

This movement alone was enough to make many survivors burst into uncontrollable tears, which rolled down their dark faces, leaving mottled tear troughs, just like a tabby cat, pitiful and sad.

Soon, more and more drones appeared in the field of vision. They seemed to be weaving an invisible net, trying to salvage the long-dried and fallen hearts of many survivors.

In the night sky, the light of the signal lights gradually intertwined into a faint sea of ​​light, forming a sharp contrast with the numbness of them in the shelter.

At this moment, outside the shelter has completely become the intersection of human civilization and apocalyptic desolation.

The arrival of drones indicates that the hope that once withered has begun to take root and sprout again!

"The Army!! Wuuuuuuu~ The Army! It must be the Army coming!!"

"Is the army finally going to start retaking the city??"

"The army is coming to rescue us!"

"Woo woo woo~ I knew the army wouldn't give up on us..."

...

After confirming that all this was reality and not a mirage constructed by hope, the originally cautious survivors quickly became emotional.

The survivors fell to their knees on the ground, covered their mouths tightly with their dirty hands, and suppressed their sobs until their bodies shook.

Tears and snot mixed together and formed a muddy and sad river...

They have waited for this moment for too long!

It feels like hundreds of years have passed!

How many times have they watched the artillery shells streak across the sky and thought the army was coming to pick them up...

But every time great hope rises, it will eventually fall into dead silence again and again...

So many hopes were shattered that I gradually became numb...

There are many survivors like them in this zombie city...

They are like moss growing in the cracks of brick walls, weak, silent, but tenaciously present.

They are the embodiment of human tenacity, the lonely watchers drowned in despair, and a group of people trying hard to survive.

They have been waiting in the darkness for civilization to come...

.....

"Hurry, hurry! Prepare the light source, let's climb to the rooftop, we must let the drone see us!!"

After briefly venting his emotions, a middle-aged man with unshaven beard and red eyes quickly stood up and shouted to the crowd in a trembling voice.

"It's not time to be happy yet. Only when the army arrives can we be saved!"

His words quickly drew an enthusiastic response:

"Yeah!"

"We didn't have the opportunity before, but now it's finally in front of us. This may be our only chance to communicate with the army!"

"Hurry up!!"

After a flurry of rummaging through drawers and cabinets, a group of survivors, holding light sources, quickly crawled to the top floor.

...

Uh ~

Inside the drone control room of the Ye Province Military District, an operator suddenly uttered a surprised voice.

"Is there light here?"

As soon as the words fell, the same surprised voices rang out in the entire control room.

"I have it here too!"

“There’s also one down here!”

"I saw it too!"

...

Soon, the news of the large-scale incidents reached Shao Gang, deputy commander of the provincial military region.

"The operator said he saw a lot of light sources?"

"Could it be a survivor?" Wang Wenjia on the side quickly guessed.

"Hurry up, put the images on the splicing screen!" Shao Gang hurriedly urged, vaguely aware of something.

"Yes!"

As soon as the words were spoken, under the control of the on-site technicians, the images of many drones were summarized on the ultra-high-definition LED splicing screen in the control room.

The screen jumps, and the next second

The entire control room was in an inexplicable shock.

On the screen, the night market immersed in darkness was lighting up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A little bit of weak light quickly spread all over the city, and finally connected into a faint but shocking galaxy...

turn out to be...

No one gave up...

...

Unfortunately

While writing this chapter full of vitality and tenacity, my grandfather passed away today...

From now on, I don't have a grandfather anymore...

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There may be fluctuations in updates in the next few days, I will try my best to ensure continuous updates...