Outside Dingxiang Tower.
Qi Lin didn't look at the group of people approaching in a mighty manner. Hundreds of ghosts had already controlled the surroundings, and any disturbance could not be hidden from the ghosts.
The child sat in the seat with his head hanging down, looking very sad.
Qi Lin touched the head of his chicken coop, thought for a while and sat down next to the child from the opposite side.
Qi Lin originally wanted to send the child to the southeast base camp, after all, judging from various intelligence collected by the ghost.
Qin Youde has a good reputation and it was right to name him.
Including his younger brother Qin Youyi, although Qi Lin does not approve of Qin Youyi's actions, this does not mean that Qin Youyi has a bad impression in Qi Lin's mind.
Qi Lin still has a favorable impression of the two brothers from the Qin family.
But unfortunately, the ghosts sent news this morning: Demon species from the southeast are gathering in large numbers outside the mist.
Qi Lin didn't understand why the demonic tide in this life came so quickly.
Moreover, looking at the quantity and quality, it seems to be much larger than in the previous life.
Qi Lin felt that there must have been some changes that he didn't know about.
Judging from the current scale and gathering speed of the demonic tide, it will only be larger than the demonic tide six months after the previous life, not smaller.
In the previous life, the military prepared for six months but could not withstand it. Now
If nothing else happens, more than 800,000 people in the southeast are probably dead.
So Qi Lin gave up the idea of sending Xiao Di to the southeast.
After all, compared to the decline in physical fitness, staying alive is more important.
Qi Lin vaguely remembered that in his previous life, about three to four months after the disaster, mechanics were found by the military and began to build a large number of machinery, heavy artillery and other defense systems.
But now, the demonic tide has arrived early, and everything is changing.
In Qi Lin's plan, he was going to find Basro.
The experience of a demon lord can definitely bring him new undead units.
At the same time, Qi Lin was bound to get the reward for the first kill of the demon lord.
But the problem is, because there is some unknown interference in the fog, Qi Lin is not sure whether he can find Basro.
After entering the fog, the ghost will lose its sense of direction.
But the good news is that Qi Lin's soul link is still unaffected in the fog and can be used normally.
But the range in the mist is too wide, and Qi Lin doesn't know where Basro is, and the range of the soul link depends on Qi Lin's real-time mental power.
This also means that if Qi Lin wants to kill Basro, he must enter the fog with the undead and continue the search with himself as the combat command center.
Let the undead be within the range of spiritual links at all times, because only in this way can the undead use Qi Lin as the center to conduct better coordinated operations through individual and public communication.
Only Qi Lin could concentrate his superior forces to kill Basro in one fell swoop.
Qi Lin now feels more and more the importance of soul connection, and there is no other core ability.
Just like a famous battle before the catastrophe, a certain fourth-largest military power slapped the world in the face, and it also made the world understand that the rules of the game on the battlefield have changed.
It is often said that that war ushered in modern warfare.
The key to successfully fighting a modern war has moved from point-to-point absolute strength competition to a scientific and complete joint combat system.
If Qi Lin had always valued the growth of mental power in the past because he could summon more undead, then now, the range of the soul link is no lower than summoning more undead.
Just imagine, if one day Qi Lin's mental power is broad enough, he can stay still and radiate his will to the entire world.
As long as there are undead souls in the world, they are within the reach of his will.
But now, Qi Lin's mental power could not reach that far, so to be safe, he decided to advance with the undead, but in this way, the child would no longer be able to follow him.
Qi Lin didn't know what had changed in the mist and how dangerous it was. His highest quality defensive props now were random teleportation items.
Even if you give props to a child, if you encounter danger, the child will be randomly transported to the pile of demon seeds.
That child is dead.
Qi Lin thought again and again before bringing her child to Beicheng.
North City is the furthest away from the front line of the demonic tide. Put the child here and send a few black warriors to protect him. Once the demon lord dies, the demonic tide will naturally recede, and the children far away from the frontline will naturally be safe.
If the demon lord dies and the demonic tide still refuses to recede, then it doesn't matter. Let alone the more than 800,000 people on the front line, which is enough to sustain the demonic tide without the lord's command for a period of time. Just because he has been standing still in the southeast, the second The first mixed regiment and Lao Liu's first formation of death archers, these two elites will kill all the demon species that give up eating and wander around the city, buying enough time for the black warrior to take the children to evacuate to find him.
But consider the man named Zong Heng.
He had to see with his own eyes what kind of person the young general who held the military and political power was really.
If the young general and the Qin brothers are very different, Qi Lin will give the child to the other party.
As the future of human science and technology, Qi Lin could not think of any reason why humans would harm this child, except for the bullshit struggle for power. Coupled with the child's omnic agreement, as long as the child does not fool around with the mechanical war group, With the city defense heavy artillery and other authority given away, and the Nuo Da Machinery Legion on the side, no matter how intrigued the internal factions are...
And as long as the major general who is the top leader is not a fool, then he can realize the importance of children.
Coupled with Qi Lin's intimidation, the child should be able to grow up safely here.
Among the information collected so far about the major general, there are only two summaries: First, in the office that has been in the core command area for a long time, various military deployments, resumption of production and other policies are transmitted from that office every day. But he has never appeared in front of others.
Second, rewards and punishments are clear, and rewards are not stingy for those who have meritorious service. Those who bully men and women are shot on the spot without reporting it. They even shot several people from foreign embassies who wanted to gain benefits, which won the public's support. praise.
Especially the last point really surprised Qi Lin.
Because he remembered that in his last life, people from foreign embassies killed people in the safe zone and just dropped ten silver coins.
According to what was said at the time, it was said to be about cooperation between countries when the world was reshaped after the fog cleared.
From this point of view, this young general, who has a strong grasp of military and political affairs, is a bit wild.
But the strange thing is that no one knows the name of the major general. Everyone just calls him the major general.
Qi Lin was thinking about what to do after meeting the major general.
First ask about Zong Heng's affairs to see if he knows anything about it, and then after dealing with Zong Heng, finally decide whether to entrust the child to him.
The cheongsam woman came with a graceful dish.
When the dishes were served, he even gave Qi Lin a few winks.
But unfortunately, Qi Lin just said thank you politely and then hurriedly moved a few dishes in front of the child.
"Eat more and grow stronger."
Qi Lin took off the child's mask, and there were obvious tears on the child's face.
"Uncle, did I do something wrong?"
Qi Lin helped him pick up the dishes and said with a smile: "Don't think about it, eat well."
The obedient child held his own small bowl aggrievedly and ate the vegetables Qi Lin brought for him.
Qi Lin sighed. For some reason, looking at this child always reminded him of his childhood.
The first fork in the road in his life was also when he was eight years old.
He couldn't help but want to say more about this child who was very similar to him before.
"In the future, there may be many people around you."
"Some people might call you out because you did something wrong."
"You have to remember, don't listen to those stupid people yelling. You will make mistakes because you are still alive. Since you are alive, it means the situation is not too bad."
"If you make a mistake, just correct it. If you lose, just start over. It's no big deal."
"You have to be confident and don't care too much about what others do. If you don't want to be bullied by bad people, don't make yourself look easy to bully."
"Lao Shi and I were talking recently. I read in a book recently that human beings are born to bully the weak. They always like to find faults in cowardly good people and find advantages in domineering evil people. The essence of bullying is to look down on others. Dishes, so in the future you must never let rotten people have the illusion that they can look down on you."
"Only when you look like you are not easy to mess with, bad people and bad things will not dare to come and mess with you. You must learn not to please, dare to say no, and value your own feelings."
"What you need most is to care about yourself and never care about anyone or anything, including me."
"For many things or people, if they exist, they exist. If they don't exist, they don't exist. If they work, they will work. If they don't, they won't work."
“Nothing should happen and nothing should not happen.”
"I don't care, don't be afraid, it's okay."
Private room on the ground floor of Dingxiang Building.
There are not many private rooms here, they are only used to entertain distinguished guests.
When Qi Lin, who had just turned eighteen years old on the ground, was saying something to an eight-year-old child that the child still couldn't understand.
In the box, there was singing and dancing.
The huge marble table was filled with drinks, fruits and fruits.
Judging from the freshness of the fruits, they were just picked.
On the dance floor behind the marble table, a dozen women in gauze were twisting their waists to the cheerful music.
Under the looming gauze, the vacuum inside was exposed to a group of fat-headed officials.
Sometimes this vagueness can arouse more interest than being honest.
On the spacious leather sofa, Zong Heng sat in the middle, with several attentive officials buzzing in his ears like flies.
This made Zong Heng, who was already in a bad mood, even more irritable.
After leaving the Major General's office, Zong Heng kept thinking about what caused the Major General's last words.
No matter how he thought about it, Zong Heng felt that these were his last words.
But the young general's character of always telling the truth prevented Zong Heng from opening his mouth to ask.
Amidst the fawning sounds around him, Zong Heng could only drink wine to relieve his inner irritability.
"Sir, my son Wang Wei." Wang Wei's father came over to toast, wanting to mention his son Wang Wei who had been waiting outside.
But Zong Heng didn't even listen, he just drank by himself.
This made Wang Wei's father a little confused. Zong Heng, who was obviously very happy when he went to the city, why is he now so...
At this moment, the box door opened.
A popular female star before the disaster walked in wearing a three-point bikini.
Under the look of an official, she sat down next to Zong Heng with a shy face.
"Leave far away."
Zong Heng, who was in an agitated mood, raised his arm and waved, blocking the female star from reaching out to him.
The female star who was beaten into the corner covered her chest and abdomen in pain, but did not dare to cry at all.
The people accompanying him didn't know what was going on with Zong Heng. Except for the two powerful people who dared to plead guilty with a smile, the others did not dare to speak.
Zong Heng poured himself a glass of strong wine and drank it in one gulp without paying any attention to what the two powerful people who were laughing with him were saying.
Before the disaster, Zong Heng was a soldier.
Zong Heng, who was born into a third-generation poor peasant, could not bear to see many unfair things. He always believed that power and interests would only slowly lead to top-down corruption.
And this kind of corruption often starts at the top.
Especially when he clearly passed the examination and could enter the military academy that year, but was rejected because someone else used the back door to grab the spot, he became even more disgusted with this kind of thing.
Zong Heng has always felt that having a wise leader is extremely important. After all, the people at the bottom have no choice. The top decides the general direction, and the people at the bottom can only choose to believe in it and implement it firmly.
Even if it is wrong, it may be able to create miracles, but once something goes wrong, the consequences will be unimaginable.
To Zong Heng, compared to the hard-working Major General's simple three meals a day, these fat-headed officials around him were undoubtedly a bunch of waste.
He had wanted to kill these scum several times, but the Major General told him: There will be no disciples if the people are careful, and there will be no fish if the water is clear. As long as they can do something practical, a small problem will not harm the overall situation.
Because the young general said so, Zong Heng, who now had the power to fight injustice, endured it.
But the senior official's words quickly stopped Zong Heng from drinking.
"Sir, don't you think the world has changed?" The deputy director of the Logistics Department felt that he had laid the groundwork enough. He smiled at Zong Hengying, who didn't listen to him for a long time, and said: "Before the disaster, the group army set off from South Zhili. At that time, everyone was dissatisfied with the young boy who landed in the air, and they didn’t know what he was capable of. The higher-ups could let him come to Beicheng Military and Political Bureau to arrest him."
The deputy minister choked on his words because Zong Heng was looking at him coldly.
"Continue." Zong Heng said coldly.
The deputy minister looked at his words and felt a little bad, but thinking about the information coming from the base camp that the Demonic Dynasty was about to come, in order to escape from South Zhili and survive, the small circle headed by him had to take a risk.
"Sir, you may not know, but according to reliable information, a demonic wave is coming!"
The deputy minister said to Zong Heng mysteriously: "Those demons are crazy for some reason. They have gathered in the foggy isolation area in the southeast. They will rush into South Zhili in large numbers as soon as the fog clears!"
"According to the instructions from our superiors before departure, we should preserve as much strength as possible, but what the Major General is doing now, he does not strengthen the city defenses, nor actively seeks a breakout. This is undoubtedly seclusion and waiting for death!"
The deputy minister carefully observed Zong Heng's expression, and when he saw that the other party was encouraging him to continue speaking, he continued: "Although I have never communicated with you in depth, and I don't know your specific name, I think you should be a happy person. , then I will speak out!"
"In order not to sit still and wait for death, we think we should break out when the demonic tide comes!"
"The good news is that the demonic tide is basically concentrated in the southeast, and it seems that the main attack target is the base camp. This is our opportunity!"
"All kinds of material support, armaments, etc. can be packed up and set off at any time. In order to implement the instructions from our superiors to preserve the hope of the country, we feel that it may be a good choice to sacrifice some of our people to attract the demon seed tide, thereby giving us a chance to break out."
"According to the staff's estimate, after the demonic tide begins, the southeastern base camp can only hold on for two days at most. These two days are our precious opportunities!"
The deputy minister was still carefully observing Zong Heng's expression. After finding nothing wrong, he continued: "We don't have many vehicles at the moment. Apart from the necessary supplies, we can only accommodate four thousand people. The road to breakout It is destined to be difficult, and we need the support of the senior selected members of the law enforcement team headed by you. You can rest assured that no matter whether the position is sufficient or not, every family member of the senior selected members of the law enforcement team will be able to get on the bus!"
"We have called the Major General many times, but he has always ignored him. I think some people are right. The world has changed, and high-level chosen people should have the right to speak. The Major General who stayed behind closed doors that day was I’m still young.”
Hearing this, Zong Heng could no longer hold back his anger. He would never allow anyone to slander the young general!
The space ring on Zong Heng's hand flashed, and the straight black Tang Heng knife appeared in his hand.
When everyone in the box had their eyes widened and their mouths opened before they screamed in fear.
Clang!
Tang Heng's sword was unsheathed!
The sword flashed across, and the deputy minister's huge head fell to the ground, with a cautious expression on his face.
Bang!
Zong Heng stood up suddenly and crushed the deputy minister's head with his foot.
Tang Hengdao pointed diagonally at the headless corpse, which was bleeding like a column due to the loss of pressure in the cavity.
"I've tolerated you for a long time!"
Zong Heng scolded angrily: "I thought you were fighting for power, but it seems that I underestimated you!"
Everyone in the box lowered their heads one after another. They were as quiet as chilling cicadas, and their bodies were like sieving chaff.
The atmosphere in the entire box instantly became depressing, with only the music and the sound of blood spurting continuing.
Everyone felt that the temperature in the box seemed to have dropped sharply, and their bodies were shaking more like a sieve under the increasing coldness.
"We even know the information about the impending demonic tide. It seems that things are not going well over there in the base camp!"
"Every one counts today, tell me."
Before the angry Zong Heng could finish his words, he felt that his vision went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, he had been dragged into the nightmare world by the ghost.
