What Should I Do If I Can’T Die?

"You can stay in any unoccupied tents. You can get weapons and food from the logistics office over there. Remember, don't leave too far from here. Otherwise, if you are discovered, you may be regarded as a deserter and shot directly."

Brother Cha pointed out a few places to introduce the situation to Song Shi, "Don't think you can escape. There are infrared surveillances around here. If any living thing approaches or leaves, it will be focused on."

"I see."

Song Shi was secretly happy and glanced at the tent closest to the burial place. It might be next to the dead person. There were no lights on in the tents here, so there should be no one there.

"Hurry up and get the weapons. I see that your little arms and legs, without weapons, will be bitten to death by strange beasts if you meet them."

Song Shi nodded and followed Brother Cha's instructions and quickly got an old gunpowder rifle, fifty rounds of bullets, three grenades, two sets of worn-out military uniforms, an old green helmet, a kettle, a dagger and a box Expired compressed cookies.

That's right, the compressed biscuits were so expired. Song Shi looked at the weapons and equipment and it was obvious that they had been eliminated. He felt like there were ten thousand grass and mud horses running past him.

"Cannon fodder really has no human rights!"

Song Shi cursed secretly in his heart, but on the surface he just kept a dark face and did not say it out loud.

He could see that the people distributing things here were all death row prisoners, and only a few of the guys with neat clothes, exoskeleton armor, and machine guns were normal soldiers.

But these guys who have the best weapons and even armor protection are the supervisors of the army, managing hundreds of people, that is, a battalion of death row prisoners.

According to his inquiries, there are dozens of such cannon fodder camps in the base city, with tens of thousands of people, equivalent to a legion.

Not far from these cannon fodder camps are the regular city defenders, which are equivalent to the first direction of the Daoist body, and they face the most dangerous situation.

In normal times, if there is harassment or even invasion by alien beasts, the cannon fodder battalion will basically bear the brunt.

After Song Shi understood the situation, she could only scold her in her heart.

He has gone through several reincarnations and discovered a commonality.

The objects of reincarnation are not very good, and the situation is even very bad. It is clearly reincarnation. Heavenly Venerable thinks that even if he becomes an Immortal Emperor, he is not ordinary, so he deliberately makes it more difficult for him.

After moving the things he got into the tent closest to the burial site and where the Yin Qi passes, Song Shi opened the expired compressed biscuits, ate a few to fill his stomach, and then performed the ritual.

The soil next to them suddenly shook, and two zombies bounced up and jumped behind Song Shi's tent stiffly.

Song Shi picked up a shovel and dug a hole next to it, hiding the two zombies so that they could be summoned and used directly when there was real danger.

After doing this, he found Brother Cha who was still patrolling: "Do you have any anti-inflammatory medicine? I have injuries on my body."

No one cares about the injuries of cannon fodder, but he believes that there must be something for Brother Cha and the others to survive here.

"You're so rude, you just opened your mouth and asked for medicine." Brother Cha glared at Song Shi angrily: "Do you know that medicine is the most precious here? Nutritional solutions are second."

"Then give me a nutrient solution? Those compressed biscuits really don't have much nutrition."

Song Shi was not polite and said seriously: "I will pay you back tenfold when the time comes."

Brother Cha looked Song Shi up and down, and Spade and Shitou next to him also looked over.

Brother Cha chuckled softly: "Grandma, this is the first time I have met a new cannon fodder who is so confident like you. I don't think you are physically strong. Where do you get your confidence?"

Song Shi pointed to his head, meaning that he had experience, and he only needed to transform one ten thousandth of these experiences to become a strong man.

Brother Cha thought Song Shi was talking about the brain, and laughed: "If you are aware, I can give you some anti-inflammatory drugs and nutritional solutions, but I don't want ten times the reward, I want ten thousand times."

He doesn't expect Song Shi to really repay him ten thousand times. He just wants to recruit Song Shi to his subordinates and let him keep doing things for him.

Song Shi thought for a moment and nodded: "No problem."

Ten thousand times is indeed a bit much, but who knows that he is too short of things now.

The stabbing in his chest at this moment was very serious. If he hadn't had medical skills and dealt with it through acupuncture and other techniques, he wouldn't even be able to dig a hole and bury the body.

"Shitou, give him a tablet of anti-inflammatory medicine, a roll of gauze, and three tubes of nutrient solution."

Brother Cha ordered the honest Shi Shi, and patted Song Shi meaningfully: "Don't die too early, or I will suffer a big loss."

"Won't."

Song Shi didn't believe that he could die so easily with a gun in hand and two zombies who were not afraid of death to protect him.

Shitou went back to the tent and quickly brought back a cloth bag and threw it to Song Shi. He hummed, "Anti-inflammatory medicine can be taken internally or externally. I gave you a little more alcohol. Remember to disinfect when treating wounds."

Song Shi glanced at Shitou. He was tall and taciturn. Unexpectedly, he was thick on the outside and thin on the inside.

"Thank you, I'll rest first."

He hugged the three of them and turned to leave.

There was something in his heart that the guy who sent him here looked down upon him as cannon fodder, but he didn't expect that several people who were also cannon fodder were willing to believe him.

With the abilities of these people, if they were not in the cannon fodder camp, they would probably develop well outside.

"Brother Cha, you actually value him so much."

Spade frowned: "With his thin appearance, he may not be able to survive here for long."

"Were you as confident as him when you first came here?" Brother Cha asked.

"What if he's pretending?" Spade muttered.

"Haha, I'm pretty good at judging people. He definitely has the ability. Even if he's just pretending, if he can deceive me, that's still his ability."

Brother Cha chuckled: "Besides, what he wants is not too scarce. If you can make a huge profit, why not take a gamble?"

He glanced at the two people: "We are all cannon fodder. We can't get out by conventional means. We can only bet that someone is good enough. If we help him now, he may be able to help us in the future."

Shitou nodded: "He armed himself when he got the things, which shows that he is very familiar with these things."

"Have you noticed, other people's rocks are more carefully observed than you."

Brother Cha smiled: "It depends on his performance next."

Song Shi returned to the tent, took out anti-inflammatory pills, took two pills, one pill was applied externally to the wound after disinfection, and then took a sip of the nutrient solution.

This stuff has a very high energy density. Song Shi felt her body warm after drinking it. She immediately sat cross-legged on the wooden board, concentrated, and began to refine the Qi.

Now there is no spiritual root in this body that allows him to directly Qi Refining Soul Formation. He can only take the path of martial arts like the great cleverness.

Martial arts training pays great attention to the physical foundation, but he can't care about that much at the moment. Even if the body's vitality is damaged, he must practice forcefully. He will build up the strength first, and then find ways to make up for the shortfall later.

As someone who has been here, practicing this kind of thing couldn't be easier for him, and it didn't take long for him to start condensing the little energy in his body into his dantian.