On the sixth day after the air strike, all the civilians in the medical center were organized. Ye Zhou commanded them to conduct a preliminary screening of all personnel, distinguishing extremely weak personnel, and giving them food first.

The man who had contacted Ye Zhou before was named Kirov. He strictly implemented Ye Zhou's instructions and divided the 124 people into 12 groups according to the men and women, physical conditions, and the qualities he had shown before. Each group was led by a group leader who was elected by a vote.

This team leader will be responsible for food distribution and also responsible for the organization of subsequent actions.

Beyond them, Kirov chose the few people with the lowest sense of presence among all, set up a group of ten people to supervise the operation of the group. Under such a system, there were two group leaders that night, and the two group members were hanged on the ruins because of obvious unfair distribution.

When their bodies were hung up, a new order began to form.

The allocators of resources reached a balance with users, and the resources began to flow to those who needed them the most, and the 120 people who were already on the verge of death were restored to life.

But, this is far from enough.

In three days, Ye Zhou was able to provide food that could help them recover most of their physical strength, but he could not turn them into brave and warlike soldiers. If they wanted to defeat the 12 guards holding assault rifles and assault pistols, they needed to make more detailed plans.

That night, the man met Ye Zhou again.

"You're well organized and handled decisively. From today on, the team will gradually become cohesive, which is a good sign."

Kirov shook his head and replied:

"They didn't need to die--they just have some selfishness, but they are not bad people in nature."

"When facing a life-and-death decision, those who do not abide by the rules are bad people."

Ye Zhou's expression was dull. Compared to Kirov, he could look at the life and death of these civilians with a decent attitude.

He also knew better what would be the consequences of any weakness and kindness at this time.

Hearing Ye Zhou's words, Kirov was silent for a long time before finally speaking:

"You're right. So, what's next?"

"Buried the corpses - bury the bodies of civilians who died in the first conflict. Or, you don't need to bury them, just throw them into the next floor."

"But there must be a ceremony to say goodbye to them."

Ye Zhou's eyes were firm.

According to the most economical strategy, in fact, when the food is obviously insufficient and everyone's physical strength has begun to drop significantly, he should not arrange for civilians to do such physically consuming things. However, judging from the historical experience every time, he is extremely clear that this is definitely a step that must be taken.

The hideous and rotten corpses are not only the source of disease, but also give living people a strong psychological hint, causing them to lose confidence subconsciously. A funeral filled with ritual will sublimate their death to the height of "sacrifice".

“Then we need more food.”

“I will provide you with extra food, but you have to remember that the food must be distributed before the ‘funeral’.”

"If you even need food to inspire such a funeral, then there is no need for our subsequent actions."

Kirov nodded.

He could fully understand Ye Zhou's decision, but he did not have much confidence in whether he could do it.

After all, he only has one day.

"I'll try..."

"It's not a try, but a must. You must use this funeral to let them clearly see the price of retreat and compromise, see the efforts made by their predecessors, and let them understand that the struggle is not for others, but for their own survival."

Ye Zhou interrupted him with a stern tone, and Kirov's expression became solemn.

After a slow nod, he continued to ask:

"What after this? After this, we have the last day left. What method should we use to defeat the... big fish in your mouth?"

Ye Zhou shook his head and replied:

"I don't have a good idea."

“I used to think of putting sleeping pills and other drugs in the food they provide, but all the dangerous drugs are strictly controlled and I can’t get them.”

"I also thought of soaking food in these dangerous chemical solutions under my feet, but... that smell is afraid that even those who are about to starve to death will not risk eating it."

"So, the only breakthrough can only be the two guards who are single."

"Down with them, you will have two assault rifles, and the firepower of these two rifles is enough for you to open up the situation."

"But we didn't have a chance to kill them."

Kirov said with a frown.

"I will help you create opportunities. On the day of action, I will attack them from behind first, but, other than that, I can't help you any more."

"You must find a way to get them to launch an active attack on you."

"In this process, you have to organize layers of ambushing. As long as you can get their weapons, the balance of victory will fall to us."

"As for the specific strategy, I think you should be familiar with it. You used to be a soldier, right?"

Kirov did not answer.

After a moment of silence, Ye Zhou threw the food to the other side. After he turned around and left, he took out two pieces of concrete that fell from behind and began to carefully polish it on the ground.

...

The seventh day of the air strike.

All the bodies were collected and neatly placed near a crack in the dome hall. Kirov took the lead in silence to the victims. The big fish in the distance watched this scene silently, and a little fear in his heart was involuntarily surging.

It is impossible for them to be unclear what such behavior means.

When a person in desperate situation begins to say goodbye to the dead, it often means that they themselves have made plans to die.

The final battle is coming soon, and with our current strength, there is actually no 100% winning rate. Otherwise, at the beginning, they would have cleared all the "experimental objects" they see without hesitation.

Who will win if you win? This is a trembling question.

With Kirov's order, all the bodies were thrown under the abyss where the cracks on the floor were thrown.

These people from different countries expressed their condolences in their own way, and after the mourning was over, the expressions of these 20 people were completely different from those three days ago.

It is no longer despair, no longer fierce, no longer dull, but just a determination to fight to the end after a great enlightenment.

Kirov stood on the high platform and said to the person below:

"Everyone, we have no way out."

"We will die if the big fish are alive."

"The reason they haven't taken action now is simply because our strength has not yet weakened to the point where they have the confidence to overcome it."

"When that day comes, they will kill us without hesitation."

"We have only one way out, and that is victory."

“There is another way, and that is death.”

"But death does not belong to us."

The people below listened to his speech in silence, no one applauded or cheered, but they all held the weapons hidden under their clothes and hidden in their sleeves.

...

The eighth day after the air strike, at 4 a.m.

At this time when everyone was most tired, Ye Zhou inspired him to exchange his explosive power talent in the mall in advance before entering the simulation. Two pieces of slow concrete flew towards the guard with his back facing him under the huge force.

One of them was lucky enough to smash the back of the guard's head, but the other hit his right leg.

The guard looked back at Ye Zhou in shock. He wanted to raise his gun to shoot, but the civilians who rushed up did not give him this opportunity.

He was soon drowned in the crowd, and the gun was handed over to Kirov and another shooter he selected. With the first gunshot sounded, the first organized riot in this small world occurred.

.....

At 8 o'clock in the morning, the last guard with a gun was shot dead. Ye Zhou climbed to the other side through a rope and saw Kirov's body.

His head had been completely broken by the bullet, and one arm was torn from his body, and there was a big hole in his waist with a large diameter bullet.

As he said, he would die before others.

Ye Zhou looked at his body and mourned quietly for two minutes.

Death does not belong to us, but it is not naturally true.

It’s just that some people took the God of Death away.

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Chapter completed!