There are 15 hours left before the blood rain stops.

Xie Jiang bypassed the city and came to the base of the Southern Military Region.

Standing not far from the military region, the purpose is to see a steel wall formed by piles of vehicles. Various abandoned vehicles circle the entire military region's outer defense line. There are still a large number of people pushing vehicles toward this side on the road.

It is impossible to build a city wall, so you can only take this worst approach to build a line of defense.

There are people coming and going, but there are very few players in the busy life. I guess they have gone to the city to kill zombies.

Xie Jiang came here this time to get in touch with the military leaders and discuss how to face the impact of zombies next.

She was covered in a black raincoat, covering her figure and appearance, and jumped into the base from the side.

There are fewer defense personnel at the base now, and the military should have sent a large number of people into the city.

Selecting the eye-catching office building, Xie Jiang rushed away.

Along the way, you can see soldiers leading a large number of survivors of different clothes rushing on their way, each carrying large bags of small bags on their bodies, carrying all kinds of food, and they should be survivors who have collected supplies from the city.

At this time, no one can wait in time, so they can only take the time to make the best preparations.

After passing through the long passage, Xie Jiang said hello without saying a word, and rushed up the stairs directly at the gate of the agency.

The officers in the office building wearing black combat uniforms and collars came and went, and their rapid steps and serious expressions all told the depression before the storm.

"Where is your highest chief?"

Xie Jiang rushed to the second floor and reached out to stop a young officer who was hurrying upstairs.

The young officer frowned and looked up and down at Xie Jiang. He saw that the black and red blood rain wet the raincoat on the other party's body. He could not see his appearance and frowned and said, "The survivor is still the group of 'selected people'? What should we do when we look for our chief?"

"Fujiang, life and death." Xie Jiang stared at the other party with only his eyes exposed in the air.

The young officer looked at Xie Jiang in surprise, obviously knowing Fu Jiang's name, and soon came to his senses and nodded:

"Come with me."

After saying that, he went upstairs first.

He was not afraid of Xie Jiang at all.

Xie Jiang followed and went up to the fifth floor. The two of them came to a conference room on the far right.

The noise in the conference room was noisy and many people were arguing endlessly.

"Report!" the young officer knocked on the door and shouted.

"Enter."

Xie Jiang followed the young officer and pushed the door open. More than a dozen officers with military ranks and above were sitting at a long conference table inside the door, and were discussing fiercely.

"Those so-called chosen people have unknown goals, unknown origins, and are crazy and have extremely high physical fitness. You can't believe them so easily! They are like they emerge out of thin air!"

"Now, various military regions have become alone since yesterday and cannot contact the above, but judging from the current number and what they said, the number of this group of chosen people is probably no less than hundreds of millions, which is a shot of a heart-warming agent for us humans!"

"But how ridiculous this is! Hundreds of millions of aliens? Do you believe it too?"

"As long as they are humans, you don't know what we are in now? How do you ask our soldiers to block the zombie siege they call!"

"Report!" The young officer suddenly shouted, interrupting the discussion among the crowd, letting the group of commanders look at him, and then pointed to Xie Jiang next to him and said, "Fu Jiang is here to look for him."

Everyone looked at Xie Jiang with different expressions, obviously knowing Fu Jiang's origin.

They had also captured Fu Jiang's split body before, but the so-called chosen ones were released later, which made them feel a little uncomfortable.

Xie Jiang Shiran stood in the corner, and the blood rain fell on the ground along the raincoat. He did not walk forward and said lightly:

"I advise you not to stare at me, and I don't care if I become a madman."

Everyone looked at each other, then turned their backs to Xie Jiang.

After learning about Fujiang's abilities and harm from the players, they conducted experiments on the split body and found that it was basically the same as the legendary Fujiang.

At this time, they were carrying countless lives on their bodies. Even if Fu Jiang was all fake, they would not dare to make bets.

The first senior officer over 100 and a half years old asked in a deep voice:

"Are you Tooe? What are you going to do?"

They did not have much hostility towards Too Jiang, and they also believed that Too Jiang was kind to the human side, because they learned from the group of chosen people and survivors who had seen the schizophrenia that Too Jiang had no malice towards humans. On the contrary, the schizophrenia also helped survivors from time to time to help clean up zombies.

Moreover, Tooe seems to have parents.

"I am the real body, so I'm here to discuss how to fight zombies."

Xie Jiang moved a stool and sat down, leaned his back and crossed his legs, took out a cigarette, and said while competing with the lighter.

Xie Jiang felt a little strangely comfortable. When he was in the army, he was standing at the gate of the agency every day and watching a group of big men coming in and out. He was saluting and saluting. He never thought he could smoke in front of a group of big men.

"How many percent of your combat power is left now?"

Finally, a small flame was fired, Xie Jiang quickly lit it, took a sip, and said lazyly.

The first chief was silent for a while and said, "Not even one."

"We are a 'road navigation' unit. The most important combat means of helicopters are no longer used. The guns and grenades of individual soldiers cannot be used. The rockets and missiles in the ammunition depot cannot be used. All we can use is our total 3,000 soldiers themselves."

“This is really bad news.”

Even though he had expected it, when Xie Jiang heard the news, he couldn't help but shake his head, "What do you plan to do next?"

"There are tens of thousands of people who choose. They suggest that we protect ordinary survivors in the rear and fight against zombies as the main force."

The gray-haired old man on the first place had a sad tone.

"At that time, I will be the first tier of the base to block the zombies, and the Selected Ones will be the second tier of the base. You will only have more than 3,000 people left. You will not be able to play a big role. You will manage the survivors in the rear."

Xie Jiang stood up helplessly. Without thermal weapons, how much effect can a base of more than 3,000 people play? There are millions of zombies! Tens of thousands of players and tens of thousands of splitting bodies can be kept.

Many officers were silent. As the most powerful armed force of the Xia Dynasty, they could only stand behind in the back for logistics in the face of war, and their lives and death could only be handed over to the so-called chosen one and the legendary Fujiang. At this moment, they felt particularly frustrated.

"That's it. Let's communicate more with the chosen ones. They are the ones who don't want you to die the most."

After Xie Jiang said that, he turned around and left, leaving only the silent conference room.

This time, Xie Jiang headed straight into the city, trying to save up to 100,000 experience before the blood rain stopped, to upgrade the controllable level.
Chapter completed!