"We have something to do there." Liu Tianming casually found an excuse to make excuses.

Tian Guangyao did not delve into it. He carefully checked the samples of the zombies installed on the plane, then took out an old-fashioned digital camera from his military backpack and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Without the Internet, I don't know where the phone was thrown to me. Xiao Liu, you guys are all here, taking photos one by one, and getting an officer's certificate is needed."

Huang He didn't speak. After taking the photo, he couldn't help it: "I said, is this really useful? Along the way, I didn't see the government agencies still operating, nor did anyone be responsible for the outbreak of the virus. I have no prejudice against soldiers, I am a policeman myself. If I just exchange zombie samples for weapons, it would be fine. I just want to know that after so much effort, you have also run back and forth several times and got a few officer certificates made of small paper and threw them to us. What's the use of this thing?"

These words were very timely. Everyone present stopped moving and focused their attention on Tian Guangyao.

“…Don’t say that, it will always be useful.”

Tian Guangyao felt very embarrassed. He felt uncomfortable in his heart. However, Tian Guangyao really could not produce convincing evidence. He just instinctively felt that at any time, the military strength was the basis for stability and balance everything.

I am a soldier, and I have to speak from the perspective of the army.

"How could it be useless?"

After a brief incoherence, Tian Guangyao suddenly became angry: "I don't care what others think. In short, this situation will not continue. There are still many people in the Northwest base alone, and there are thousands of them. We have the latest heavy tanks, fighter jets, and well-equipped factories and repair workshops. As long as we persist, we can win this battle and eliminate all the human-eating monsters."

Yellow River instinctively wants to refute.

Qi Yuanchang walked over and patted his shoulder gently.

Gu Kegang remained silent beside him.

Liu Tianming bent down and sent a piece of corpse meat wrapped in a plastic raincoat under his feet to the plane. This was also the last live sample that the team collected.

"Instructor Tian, ​​let's do it for the time being!"

Liu Tianming turned around and walked to the angry Tian Guangyao, rubbed the blood on his hands slowly, and said seriously: "I know you have good intentions and you also know that you are thinking about us. Believe me, everyone here does not want the world to become like this. I also want to live a stable life, and take my girlfriend out shopping, watching movies, singing... But now there is nothing left. We have no choice. We have doubts about this world and everything. This is not our fault, nor is it your fault."

Gu Ke just came over and felt that he should be friendly and said to Tian Guangyao: "Yellow River has no malice. He just has some impulsiveness."

Tian Guangyao shook his head silently. This expression did not mean recognition or denial. His eyes swept quickly from everyone present without alertness or hostility, but just indifference as if he was looking at a stranger, mixed with a hint of pain.

He put away his camera, turned around and walked into the cabin, leaving a sentence.

"Almost all the people I know died. Each of them was brave, without retreating, without fear, and fought until the end. I shouldn't have lived, and should have died in battle just like them...."

The deafening helicopter engine roared over the last part of Tian Guangyao's words.

In the sight of everyone, the helicopter left the ground and flew towards the northwest, and soon disappeared into the dim and distant sky.

...

The convoy continued to move towards Xichang.

There were scattered corpses everywhere along the way, and vehicle wreckage was everywhere. Perhaps because it was approaching the city, most of the fronts of these cars were opposite to the team's route. Most of the dead had been gnawed, leaving only the bones stained with black dry flesh on the surface. From time to time, a few wild dogs jumped out and sniffed back and forth among the corpses, looking for everything to eat.

The dogs have also mutated. Their eyes are flashing with red light.

Along the way, cats and dogs kept rushing towards the convoy. A group of mutated sparrows even hit the top of Liu Tianming driving the off-road vehicle. It seemed like a group of weird dive bombers, with the roar of falling from a high altitude, hit the roof one after another. There were about hundreds of these mutated birds, and they fell to the top of the off-road vehicle. Liu Tianming waited until the mutated birds in the sky no longer saw any traces, and then stopped to check the loss.

The hard and smooth roof was bumped into potholes, covered with feathers and smelly flesh. According to the Yellow River, these mutated creatures were probably tired of living, so they used this extremely crazy predation method.

During the whole day, the process of pushing the cart, clearing the road, and moving forward was repeated. When it was night, Liu Tianming looked at the journey counter on the dashboard and found that he had only walked less than twenty kilometers.

While he was planning to camp, Liu Tianming received a remote communication from Sibo through the antenna mounted on the top of the truck.

"Let's just say a long story! You are very good and trustworthy, and have helped me get a lot of living samples. I like to exchange them in equivalent terms. Since the samples you handed over satisfy me, I will not be stingy with you in terms of supplies and weapons."

Liu Tianming held the microphone in his hand and said slowly: "Do I need to say "thank you" to you?"

"Of course there is no need. In fact, we are collaborators and partners we need.

Sibo's tone still sounded so frivolous. His voice was filled with a smile: "I thought it was strange when I saw the sample. You completed this task much better than I expected. Each sample indicated the collection location and time, and the estimate of the age of the sample also included the details of gender, characteristics, body parts, and even the details of the clothes fragments on the sample itself. Haha... I heard from Major Tian that you used to be a doctor. Very good, I like doctors because they do things very rigorously and very carefully.

These words were not Sibo exaggerating the facts, but deliberately gaining Liu Tianming's favor.

The number of samples Tian Guangyao brought back was large, exceeding Sibo's expectations. Liu Tianming did this very carefully. Taking a piece of buttocks cut from the zombie as an example: paper data records in detail where the zombie was killed, the ambient temperature, age, gender, body appearance and action characteristics of the battle site. Liu Tianming even asked the team members to leave a part of the clothes on the zombie who were killed. This helped the researchers to conduct a more detailed analysis of the sample through external attachments. After all, a person's living environment, wealth or poverty, has a decisive impact on the body, which can speed up the research process.

Liu Tianming was a doctor. When he was in medical school, it became a fixed habit to make detailed classifications of research tools and experimental subjects and label various data in detail.

He doesn't like Sibo very much: "Aren't you telling a long story? Just talk about things that are interesting to me. For example: When can I add 100,000 bullets?"

"Major Tian has given you a lot of things."

Sibo made a sound at the phone: "You don't lack bullets now, and your weapons and equipment are also complete. Don't tell you that you plan to use those things as food. I don't think you can carry 100,000 bullets for a long journey. Doing that is no different from a madman."

Liu Tianming didn't want to keep this issue unceasingly: "Appoint a regular communication time! This is good for us. Our situation is not as good as you think, but it is not too bad. If possible, I hope to equip us with some powerful weapons next time we trade."

"I can only say try."

Sibo was silent for a few seconds and said seriously: "I have no malice. Really. I never thought of making things difficult for you. I understand your difficulties outside. Many people are dead, and many people are looking for life in different ways. Please understand, I don't mean to put you to death. But I really need these samples. I have to consider those who are alive, such as Major Tian. If...even they are infected with the virus, it's really all over."

Liu Tianming's voice was not high, as if he had the power to penetrate the telephone: "Can you tell me how far the virus spreads? How many people are still alive?"

"I don't have much information here either."

Sibo sighed: "This is a disaster for the whole world and does not belong to a certain country. The information on the new Beijing base must be more detailed and comprehensive than mine. Conservatively estimated that more than two-thirds of the mutated humans infected by the virus are more than two-thirds, or even more. They mutate very quickly. This will cause a series of chain reactions. In short, the survival foundation of human society has been devastatingly damaged, especially the most important food production system. Even if it is relied on the existing food stock, it cannot last for too long. Even if those survivors are not infected, they will starve to death at some time in the future."

"One more thing."

Sibo glanced at the laptop spread out on his desk, and the screen showed the satellite cloud map he had just received: "For you, this is probably not good news. The typhoon has landed from the coastal area and will soon move to where you are. The temperature will become very low, and it is a very strong snowstorm. Don't doubt it, all I'm talking about is the facts, the weather forecast."

Until now, Liu Tianming finally developed a little favor to Sibo.

If he had malicious intentions towards him, he would never tell him the news.
Chapter completed!