Published: January 31, 2025
Hearing Sun Ruixing's sigh, Wen Yu also felt helpless. Some of the elderly in the countryside often hold outdated ideas that are disconnected from the times.
Will the government organize a rescue? Yes, definitely.
The government controls the armed forces, and these soldiers with guns find dealing with zombies to be easy and enjoyable. Not to mention, the army can also switch roles. One could say that at the beginning of the apocalypse, the most powerful force is the government.
But in vast Huaxia, can the government cover every area? That’s impossible. The first wave of demonic energy invasion has caused more than twenty percent of the human population to directly turn into zombies. Let alone the fact that the disaster came so suddenly, combined with the deaths during the recent riots, the number of zombies is absolutely greater than that of the humans. This doesn't even count the huge number of mutated beasts.
Under these circumstances, let alone a small Birch Forest Town, even in Mudanjiang City, there is no sign of the military.
In fact, if things were to develop in this way, the apocalypse could quickly calm down. However, the demonic disaster six months later shattered all human illusions.
Seeing Wen Yu’s serious face, Sun Ruixing understood that Wen Yu was clearly a perceptive person. Even if the government could eventually quell the disaster, it would take a long time. Fortunately, he didn't dwell on it and directly pulled Wen Yu into the large yard.
The entire yard had been connected with nearby houses, creating a very large internal space. Inside, there were some simple wooden shacks scattered around; this was where the survivors lived. The yard was surrounded by barbed wire. Although it looked unsightly, it was sturdy enough. It may not stop mutated beasts, but it would definitely serve as an early warning.
Wen Yu followed Sun Ruixing into the house. The hall was filled with tables, and there were some tablecloths laid out on the ground with steaming dishes on top.
Sun Ruixing led Wen Yu straight to the large round table in the center, and soon, a scattered group of people had entered the dining hall.
The dining hall was small, accommodating nearly a hundred people at once, making it extremely crowded. Fortunately, the area where Wen Yu was located was quite spacious.
Seeing the survivors in this small camp, Wen Yu sighed.
The fighting capability of this camp was simply abysmal. The strongest among them, Sun Ruixing, had a physique of about 3 points, and while there were many career practitioners, none had undergone enhancement.
Interestingly, the person responsible for organizing the killing of zombies, Tiger, had a physique that was surprisingly on par with Sun Ruixing’s, and it was obvious from Tiger’s performance that he was intentionally hiding his true strength.
The key point was that this small camp had far too many burdens. In rural areas, the population structure was extremely skewed, with elderly people lacking combat capability making up more than a third of the camp. In the apocalypse, the elderly and children simply had no capital for survival.
As everyone took their seats, Sun Ruixing stood up and addressed everyone present: “This morning, I took the career practitioners here to check the situation in Mudanjiang City, but we were forced to turn back before we even reached there because of the overwhelming number of zombies. There are simply too many zombies, so we couldn’t observe whether the Mudanjiang City government has initiated any rescue efforts.”
As the clamor rose from the crowd below, many of the elderly began whispering to each other, with many of them complaining about Sun Ruixing.
Sun Ruixing felt helpless; these elders were untouchable and unshakable, acting like grandpas. The filial piety that has been passed down for 5,000 years in Huaxia made it impossible for Sun Ruixing to even raise his voice at them.
“But, but…” Sun Ruixing repeated the word "but" twice, finally bringing a sense of order to the scene.