The first plug-in in the last days

It was none other than Mr. Zombie Kang Heng knew who controlled hundreds of thousands of zombies to attack humans and organized this zombie siege war from beginning to end.

To be precise, the other party is not actually Mr. Zombie, and Wang Jiashu doesn't know what his real body is.He has seen him possessing various life forms, such as humans, cats and dogs, flowers, birds, fish and grass...

The other party's name was complicated and awkward, and Kang Heng was not used to it, so he simply gave him a nickname called Quentin, which was transliterated according to the syllables of the name.

Now, Quentin was standing on the high platform that almost killed Kang Heng that day, using the same zombie body as that day, looking in the direction of City Z in the same posture.

Kang Heng stood behind him.

In sight, the zombie army, which was originally overwhelming, gradually lost its momentum and began to split and collapse.

Kang Heng, who had already received the front-line intelligence, naturally understood the situation, let alone Quentin who personally commanded it.

But compared to the former who was full of doubts, Quentin could understand what was going on.

How did it all happen?Kang Heng was almost at a loss. In his opinion, City Z was just a few helicopters that had been reinforced by City S. As a result, in less than a moment, the routes of the zombie army were all scattered!

He couldn't figure out why this was the case, and what he couldn't figure out was whether Yan Zhaozhuo knew some kind of sorcery, and why everything that was normal could become abnormal when things turned on him.

No matter what the answer to the latter question is, Quentin has already answered the former question for him.

"Mecha, it's actually a mecha." He sighed.

For some reason, Kang Heng could see mixed expressions on his rotten zombie face.

Then he realized what the other party had said.

"Mecha?" he said incredulously, "the kind of mecha I understand?"

Quentin glanced at him, and a second later, he felt an inexplicable pain in his head, and a certain phantom suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, which was the battle situation near the inner city gate of City Z.

The image flashed in his mind for ten seconds before slowly dissipating.Kang Heng desperately waved his hands in front of his eyes, trying to wave away the scene of purgatory on earth, and finally he held his head and said angrily: "Didn't I say, don't just stuff things into my brain!"

"Save the trouble." Quentin said concisely.

Kang Heng is extremely disgusted with the other party's behavior of sending images directly to his brain, which makes him feel that his brain is like a computer in an Internet cafe, allowing people to log in and out at will.

But Quentin is used to this. It was like this in the place he lived in the past. People have almost no language communication with each other. Communication only needs to be shared through the sharing of mental power models. middle.Of course, there will be people with closed brains, but for a Muggle like Kang Heng who doesn't even have mental power, getting into his brain is like entering a no-man's land.

Of course, the focus now is obviously not this. Kang Heng carefully recalled what he saw on the screen, half enlightened and half shocked, "That's... the mech you're talking about?"

"That's a weapon that doesn't belong here," Quentin said, frowning. "But it shouldn't be. Even if my companions wake up, they won't be able to take out such a mecha."

Kang Heng asked cautiously: "So...?"

Quentin glanced at him and said, "Let me give you a metaphor. If the earth is in the Stone Age, then this mecha is at the level of the Tang Dynasty."

"But it can't belong to any of my companions, because our level is equivalent to modern times. Even if we know the principle, it is difficult to restore such an old antique."

Kang Heng took a breath, thinking of the majestic golden-red mecha, and Quentin's tone when he mentioned "Antique", he couldn't help but feel certain.

Even if Yan Zhaozhuan got this kind of black technology, so what, it's not all antique and junk, as long as Quentin is always around, he's afraid of a ball.

Thinking a little deeper, if he can help Quentin find and wake up his companions, maybe he, Kang Heng, a mere mortal who originally lived on the earth, can also have the opportunity to enter the vast universe and see the world. Truly vast and fantastic...

Just thinking about it made his mind flutter.

However, Quentin's original promise of the overlord of Asia and the earth has long been out of his eyes.

Kang Heng opened his arms, feeling the gale blowing across the wilderness.For the first time, the towering height of the watchtower has a substantial meaning in his eyes: the common people living on this land are all so small and insignificant, and the most important thing in life is nothing more than getting married and having children In their eyes, a wave of zombies is already a catastrophe like the end of the world for those who have a successful career or survived the natural disaster of zombies, but in Kang Heng's eyes... zombies, what are they?

He couldn't help but start to guess that zombies, which have no intelligence and can be easily controlled, may be the lowest and most inferior garbage in the vast universe, and only weak humans would be afraid of them.And he, Kang Heng, has already left the category of weak human beings.

From this point of view, all his dissatisfaction and jealousy towards Yan Zhaozhuo in the past have become so ridiculous. In terms of structure and realm, he is now completely reborn, and Yan Zhaozhuo, who is still struggling in the world, is completely different Not at the same level.

Quentin naturally didn't know Kang Heng's fear of becoming a fairy. Although he dismissed it in his mouth, he was still worried about the appearance of mecha weapons.

It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. His current situation is really embarrassing, as if a modern person suddenly traveled back to the original, facing the "antique" weapons of the Tang Dynasty, even though he knew [-] theories to defeat the opponent, he was still powerless.

After pondering for a moment, he said to Kang Heng, "Get ready to withdraw your troops."

"Withdraw?" Kang Heng was feeling elated, but now he was caught off guard, "Why did you withdraw?"

"The situation is gone." Quentin shook his head and said politely.He has only been awake for a month, and he already knows the history of the world like the back of his hand. This kind of learning ability is really beyond compare.

"Not to say……"

"Okay, don't get entangled, City Z won't be able to take it in a short time." The other party turned around, "The closed factories in the south also need labor, let the zombies go back to work. Now, I have a better idea. "

After three days of siege and one day and one night of fighting, this catastrophic wave of zombies finally receded slowly.

For City Z, the outcome of this war is not "victory", but just "survival".

After a day's rest, the high-level executives of City Z sat in the meeting room with Yan Zhaozhu and others.

This meeting was notified and presided over by Wang Jiashu. When everyone was seated, the first thing he said when he stood up was: "Then, the unified military government will officially join the New China Alliance starting today. Do you have any opinions?"

Now that it has joined the New China Alliance, the military government can no longer call itself a government, and the Fa-Xi-Sist system that Wang Jiashu originally pursued cannot continue to operate.Of course, how to reform is their own business. At present, no one has raised objections.

Wang Jiashu looked at Yan Zhaozhu, who smiled at him before realizing that he might need to stand up and say a few words.

Before he could take any action, his waist was suddenly hooped by Shen Yonghui, who rubbed the position of the lumbar vertebrae a little, but there was a piercing pain, Yan Zhaozhu couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "What are you doing, lightly?" point."

It's funny to say that he didn't suffer any skin trauma in that zombie battle, but he twisted his waist.

"Don't move around if your back hurts." This is what Shen Yonghui meant.

He took his hand away, but Yan Zhaozhu grabbed him under the table and brought him back, motioning to continue kneading.

The two of them appeared to be indifferent, but their attitudes were very natural, as if it was normal to flirt and flirt in such a life-and-death meeting.

Wang Jiashu coughed in embarrassment, as if he could feel the raging fire of the fff regiment burning around him... The most embarrassing thing was that no one else knew about Yan Zhaozhuan's twisted waist. what do you think...

The rest of the people did have some weird thoughts in their hearts. Looking at Yan Zhaozhu's posture and appearance, and then thinking about his identity and the powerful strength displayed on the battlefield, they couldn't help sighing in their hearts. I'm afraid Shen Yonghui didn't have to save the universe to be able to do this. luck.

Yan Zhaozhu's waist is actually nothing serious at all, but the first batch of medical warehouses in S City have not been transferred yet, and Shen Yonghui doesn't know enough about his recovery ability.

Returning to the business, he waved his hand to Wang Jiashu, meaning that he would not speak, and he could move on to the next item.

Wang Jiashu suddenly had the substantive recognition and sense of grief and indignation from being a boss to a subordinate. "Cough," he said, "Since there is no objection, let's start talking about the post-war arrangement. The logistics department, have you figured out the casualty statistics you made?"

After asking this question, he felt a little regretful, and wanted to skip it and move on to the next one, because according to past experience, it was impossible to make such a large number of casualties in just one day.

Unexpectedly, the Minister of Logistics replied, "I just got it this morning. Do you want to talk about it now?"

Wang Jiashu said unexpectedly: "So fast?"

The other party replied: "Because there are too many casualties, we just registered the living people..."

The meeting room was silent for a few seconds.

"How many people are still alive?"

The other party looked down, and after a while, he said, "About fifty thousand."

You know, the previous population of City Z was above 30.

"However, there are still more than 2 wounded who have not been counted. Although these wounded are still alive, according to the judgment of the military doctor..."

Yan Zhaozhu interrupted him: "These people can be counted as survivors."

"But they... now we are short of food..." the logistics hesitated

He didn't finish speaking, but the hearts of the listeners sank, and they understood the meaning behind the words.

Even if this group of people survived, they would not be able to live for a few days. Now that there is a shortage of food in the city, it is not worthwhile to waste a few days of food for this group of people.

Yan Zhaozhuo leaned on the backrest casually, and said in a casual but unquestionable tone: "Don't worry about food, and don't worry about whether you will die or not."

He paused, "I won't starve my own people, and I won't let you die in vain. With me here, these 2 people won't die if they want to. Don't worry."

The others looked at him blankly.

He raised his jaw at Wang Jiashu, "Okay, next topic."

"The next one is..." Wang Jiashu looked down at the document in his hand, and found a telegram from it, "This is the telegram I received this morning. It was sent from the south. I'm afraid you don't know the news yet. It's also hard...it's hard to estimate its significance." After speaking, he looked at Yan Zhaozhuo hesitantly.

Yan Zhaozhu frowned, "What's the matter, what telegram?"

"Yes……"

"Wait, what does it mean to send from the south, referring to Kang Heng?"

"Yes, it's him."

Wang Jiashu knew that this was a major event, but he didn't think it could be serious enough. He didn't expect that Yan Zhaozhu's face changed drastically after hearing the content of the telegram, and he stood up from his seat all of a sudden.