When the apocalypse comes, salted fish will only make bubbles

Fancheng was originally just a small town on the western frontier, with a small area and a sparse population. Because it is adjacent to the Kule Desert to the east, it suffers from year-round drought, strong sandstorms, and inconvenient transportation, making it even more remote and backward.

It is precisely because of this that Fancheng has become one of the few lucky cities when the zombie virus breaks out in the end of the world.

The Fancheng government at that time saw that the virus was uncontrollable and had a tendency to spread across the country and even the world, so it took precautions early.

Although it was not able to escape the virus infection from an unknown source in the end, compared with other cities that were hit hard or even fell, it has tried its best to reduce the crisis coefficient to a minimum.

In order to prevent the zombie siege and protect the survivors of Fan City, a protective wall was quickly built around Fan City, and four gates were set up in the east, west, north and south to prepare for evacuation at any time in times of crisis.

In order to facilitate management, Fancheng usually only opens the south gate and sets up a reception point for outsiders outside the city gate. All people entering the city must undergo strict inspection before being allowed to enter the city.

Of course, the Fancheng temple is small and has extremely limited capacity. As more and more refugees come from all directions, it is already in a super-saturated state half a year after the end of the world.

The so-called overcrowding, in order to reduce the pressure on cities and towns and maintain order and stability, the Fancheng government has to launch a series of mitigation policies. One of these is to collect entry fees and temporary residence fees, and the prices are set at a high level.

Another option is to recruit talented people, give preferential treatment to all kinds of people with special abilities, and maximize Fancheng's security strength.

The above two points alone set up a high threshold for settling in Fancheng and discouraged many ordinary people who wanted to take refuge in the city.

However, instead of entering Fancheng, they can still stay in temporary camps around Fancheng. Food and clothing can be exchanged or purchased at special trading points. As long as there are no zombies sieging the city, these people can still get temporary stability in exchange. In fact, it is just a matter of luck.

The reality is so cruel. Survivors have different conditions and abilities, so the treatment they can enjoy is naturally different, and the risks they bear are not the same.

However, the actual situation is that people's mood has changed in the last days. Whether they are in the city or living outside, they all understand one truth.

Fancheng is not an iron-walled city. Once encountering a large-scale zombie wave, if you fail to evacuate in time, the outcome will probably be the same.

In the past nearly a year, Fancheng was lucky enough not to encounter a major siege crisis, but it just took advantage of its geographical location, with its remote west and sparse population.

However, today, the situation is completely different. More and more zombies are following the survivors, and it is only a matter of time before a large-scale gathering occurs.

The former mayor of Fancheng Town, now known as the mayor of the city, is worried about this matter these days.

In remote areas, there were not many available resources. He knew better than anyone how much manpower and material resources it had cost to build the city wall. The existing food and materials were even more pitiful. Fancheng's stability was probably coming to an end.

He urgently needed a way out, but apart from the occupied towns, Fancheng had almost no villages or shops, so he could only go to the mountains to the west for temporary escape.

Summer is okay, but autumn is about to begin, and the temperature in the mountains is getting lower and lower. It is no longer suitable to take hundreds of thousands of people to seek survival.

Fancheng is now isolated and helpless, and the only way out is to cross the Kule Desert and go to the largest Qingzhou base in the east.

However, the two hundred miles of desert that stretches between the two places is another difficulty. No, it is definitely a gate of hell. This journey is one of ten or nine lives, which is prohibitive.

It is about the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people. Even if Zhang Jicun is responsible and courageous, he is flustered, has no confidence, and cannot bear such a huge responsibility.

Not to mention how to cross the desert, it was still unknown how many people would be willing to take the risk. He could not give any guarantees or promises, and he could not even say anything about appropriate mobilization.

Sad and difficult! Where is the escape route to Fancheng?

Just when he was sighing and unable to do anything, someone rushed to report the situation.

"City Lord, someone is coming, someone is coming! Another group of survivors has arrived at the gate of the city. Come over and take a look!"

Hearing this, Zhang Jicun refused without thinking: "What's the hurry? There won't be any survivors. Just follow the rules and I won't go there."

Seeing this, his subordinates quickly smiled and said: "No, City Lord, what's coming back is different. You'd better go over there!"

He is responsible for many matters at the gate of the city. His main job is to relieve the city lord of his worries. Naturally, he prioritizes things carefully and knows what things should be reported and what crimes should not disturb the city lord.

The convoy arriving outside the city gate at this time was indeed unusual, and he had to come to invite people in person.

After hearing what he said, Zhang Jicun reacted and suddenly realized something, "Oh? It's different? Could it be that a rescue team was passing by!"

The subordinate rolled his eyes, then nodded and said: "It seems to be about the same. There are indeed troop convoys, and there are quite a few of them. But I have asked, they are coming from Jinghong Space Base, and they plan to take a short rest in Fancheng. , I’ll leave in a few days.”

"Jinghong! That satellite launch center?"

"Yes, that's what he said."

Jinghong Satellite Launch Center is a key national scientific research base, and troops are usually stationed for security. When the apocalypse breaks out, it will be a key protection target.

Some satellite communication methods can still continue to function, which is the credit of the scientific researchers there.

Now that they have even abandoned their base and come here, it shows that the situation is already quite serious.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jicun's mood became heavier and heavier. It seemed that they had to leave.

But when he thought about it, he suddenly saw a little hope. These people were escorted by troops and arrived at Fancheng safely. They must be safe.

And Fancheng is not their destination. Maybe they also plan to cross the Kule Desert to the east. If that is the case, can they get a chance to travel together?

At this moment, as if there was a bright future, Zhang Jicun dared to delay, and immediately left his seat, even more anxious than his subordinates: "Let's go, take me there immediately! By the way, which army is here? What is the rank of the person in charge? What is his name?" "

After hearing the question, the subordinate scratched his head and thought for a while: "Well, I didn't have time to ask which team, and I didn't see the person in charge of the team, but I asked the person who came to connect them what the name of their team leader was... Oh, Pei Chonglin, yes, it’s Pei Chonglin!”

As soon as the three words Pei Chonglin were spoken, Zhang Jicun suddenly stopped and doubted his own ears. He thought about it for a moment, stared at his subordinates and confirmed again: "You said your surname is Pei? Pei Chonglin?"

"Ang, that's the name, City Lord..."

"Hahahaha! There is help, there is help! Let's go! Let's go quickly! Stop talking nonsense!"

If he remembered correctly, this should be the young master of the Pei family in the imperial capital. He had to hug the thick legs that came to his door and not let go!

Yes, never let go!