I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 177: Slavery

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“Check the seat belt and prepare to take off.” Chu Nan, who closed the cockpit door and sat in the driver’s seat, said casually.

“Relax, checked.” Jiang Chen, wearing a mechanical exoskeleton, tapped on the shoulder and smiled at him.

“This is the process … so, let’s go.” Then, Chu Nan turned on the engine switch, and then motioned the “apprentice” sitting in the co-pilot position to help him pay attention to the dial on the right.

Woo!

The buzz of high-voltage currents came from outside the cabin. With the help of a violent vortex, Yunzhi-51 began to rise slowly.

It was the gunner sitting opposite Jiang Chen. This young man in an orange protective suit saw the leader of the base sitting opposite him, his face slightly shy.

“No need to be nervous.” Jiang Chen smiled easily.

“Yes!” the young man shouted loudly, trying to stand up and salute, but was pulled back by the seat belt in a funny way.

Haha smiled, Jiang Chen waved his hand, beckoning him not to be too rude, and turned his gaze to the window.

The snow stopped, but the snow has not melted.

This is the first time he has overlooked the entire city of Wanghai from above.

The world of silver jade, the whole city shines in the morning light. The dazzling brilliance seemed to disperse the haze of airborne dust.

If it were n’t for the zombies on the street, and the haze of unhealthy color, he would even forget that he was now in the end time, not a snowy city in the north.

“From this perspective, the city is pretty beautiful.” Jiang Chen said casually, looking out the window.

“It is really shocking to watch for the first time. If you fly every day, you will get used to it.” Chu Nan teased.

“Is it?” Jiang Chen smiled and said nonchalantly.

The ground troops have already set off first.

Five tiger hunters, an assault infantry vehicle with supplies, thirty light infantry armed with ripper rifles, and two snipers equipped with ghost sniper rifles.

The destination is Shenxiang Town. This time it will be the first battle of the Fish Bone Base against the mutants.

Jiang Chen ’s absence may have been possible, but considering that more than 700 captives would be included, the leader of the fish bone base would still come forward and say something.

And, looking down at the battlefield from top to bottom, he was still looking forward to it.

“I will be exposed to radioactive dust and bring a mask.” As he said, Chu Nan pulled down the mask of the flying helmet.

“Received.”

Jiang Chen pressed a few times on the mechanical exoskeleton, then took the helmet from the chair on the side and inserted the connection port into the collar slot.

……

It’s snowing, but this level of cold is not worth mentioning to the mutants as if the spring breeze is blowing.

Even if they are naked, they can stand in the icy cold of the ice and snow, ignoring the violent wind and snow, and vent their firepower with the rifle in their hands.

They are born warriors, self-proclaimed supreme, and the terminator of the old civilization.

However, even if the body does not fear the cold, the winter expedition is still extremely difficult for them.

The stronger the body, the greater the consumption of materials. The west of Zhu Feng Highway was buried in heavy snow, and the difficulty of passing vehicles was undoubtedly a heavy burden for this short supply line.

There are only two choices before the mutants.

First, send an advance team to establish an outpost in Shenxiang Town, across the Taipu River, and then send large troops to Wanghai City.

Second, we will march to Wanghai City in the spring of next year.

There is no possibility of reconciliation between variants, and once encountered, it will be an endless battle. The mutant leadership is very cautious about entering the conflict between Wanghai City and the local human forces. Unlike the survivors of Jiashi who are scattered in the sand, as a hot spot in wartime, Wanghai City occupies many survivor bases that inherited the black technology of the pre-war military industry.

If you have to conflict with those human forces, the mutants prefer the conflict to occur in winter.

If you enter the spring of the coming year, the mutant ’s superiority in the cold environment will not be reflected. At the same time, the hungry heterogeneous ones that wake up from hibernation will also make the trip to the city center troublesome.

Due to the above factors, the mutant chose the first option.

Although the road from No. 7 to Shenxiang Town was blocked by heavy snow, the road from Shenxiang Town to Wanghai City is still in good condition. As long as an outpost for hoarding materials is established in Shenxiang Town, the pressure on the supply line will be greatly relieved and the winter expedition will become possible.

So, the prisoners in Shenxiang Town were not immediately taken back, but were forced to work by the mutants occupying the place to build fortifications.

Outside the town of Shenxiang, the reinforced concrete wall was first outlined.

The roadside is covered with wood debris, which were used as obstacles and bunkers on the main and secondary roads outside the town. However, when the mutants arrived, these unstoppable obstacles failed to bring a trace of security to the survivors who huddled behind the bunker.

A steel-clad monster carrying a machine gun, and the raging bullet storm destroyed the psychological defense of every defender.

There is a low-rise bungalow not far from this place, and the concrete wall with whitewashing decoration was largely removed by recoillessness. The stubborn wall was covered with fierce bullet marks, and the blood stains on the wooden floor inside the house were still clearly visible.

The survivors who stayed behind the bunker failed to cause even one casualty to the attacking mutant. When the first mutant crossed the wooden bunker, the survivors had left dozens of bodies on the ground and had to surrender with a white flag.

The body of the recalcitrant was picked up with a wooden spear and hung on the snow, eroded by wind and snow, and the bite of the mutant rat. Like a banner, it declares the dictatorship and cruelty of the winner.

Wang Ping looked at those weak humans with cold eyes, dragging concrete blocks and steel bars on the snow with difficulty, adding bricks to their outposts.

“Hurry up, **** maggots, who allowed you to stop, eh?” A greasy mutant holding a whip in his hand, swaying cursedly beside the slaves. The whip in his hand was drawn from the ragged figure from time to time, regardless of whether the prisoner had made a mistake.

The fearful faces made him instinctively happy.

It is no longer possible to get physiological pleasure, and the male hormones in the whole body can only be proudly vented through primitive violence.

“Locke, do n’t kill people, even maggots, it ’s valuable to entertain us.” Wang Ping walked astray to the supervisor, grinning his fangs, looking at that The boy lying on the snow did not hide the disgust and ridicule in his eyes.

The mutants will re-name themselves after “rebirth”, and abandon that decayed ethics with their surnames.

“Haha!” Raised the whip in Yang’s hand, and Locke laughed, “Cowards, show it to Lao Tzu.”

People carrying cement bags stopped.

There are men, women, old people, and children.

The white mist lingers, but it can’t hide the fearful eyes. However, they will not scream or anger. The cold has made their facial nerves unconscious, and the bloodthirsty mutants have made them forget their dignity.

Looking at the numb face with satisfaction, Locke looked down at the trembling and huddled boy in the snow, grinning, raised his feet, and stepped on the tender face.

“Ah …” A repressed howling sound came from under his feet, and the frozen fingers were clinging to the ground, crushing the frozen lump of snow.

The boy ’s father stood aside, his shoulders trembling, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.

The mutant standing beside was holding a rifle and gazed at the slaves who had suffered humiliation. For them who lack entertainment, their favorite thing is to tease and insult those captives who are unable to resist.

The FEV virus is magical. The magical thing is that it can make the reformed person forget the reluctance and enjoy the kuai sense brought by evolution. He did not remember the previous hatred of the mutants, willingly integrated into this new camp, and hated the old ethnic group who did not want to accept evolution.

“Don’t—!” The harsh screams cut through the silence, and a woman with a disheveled hair fell on the snow, hugged the mutant ’s feet, desperately trying to save being stepped on Boy.

“Mom …” The boy ’s eyeballs protruded from the squeeze, and the corners of his mouth squirmed weakly.

Locke looked down at the woman coldly, staring coldly at the pleading and despair in her eyes.

“Go away.” The cold words came out.

Rock lifted the foot that stepped on the boy’s face and kicked it fiercely on her chest, kicking the woman away.

Climbing hard from the snow, the woman coughed with bloodshot eyes.

However, her eyes did not look at Locke, but at the child who had been liberated from her feet.

There was a gentle smile in the corner of her mouth, and the woman crawled towards the child.

For some reason, looking at the expression on the woman’s face, Locke felt very hot.

“Stop.” He ordered haughtily.

The woman ignored him and moved her arm tremblingly, rubbing in the direction of the child. Seeing his mother approaching him, the boy’s face showed a rescued expression.

At this moment, a gun hit her head.

The woman raised her head in a daze, and there was a miserable smile on her face.

“Yes, can you not be here.” She begged with a trembling voice.

From the moment she rushed out of the crowd, she knew her ending. Anyone who dares to disobey them is dead, without exception.

If possible, she does not want to die in front of the child.

The dismissive grin raised on the corner of Locke’s mouth. Does this person actually want to talk to him about the conditions?

“Let her go.”

A man stood up, his legs and shoulders trembling, and Locke sneered.

“I am willing to die for her.” This sentence seemed to exhaust his courage.

The woman looked at the man, her eyes widened and her face lost blood.

The dried lips opened and closed, and weeping feebly.

“No, want-”

“Then you die.” Locke raised his hand with a shot, the bullet penetrated his chest and even injured the old man behind him.

“Ah-!”

The crowd screamed and screamed, the woman screamed heartbroken, and the boy stared at his father in the snow.

Looking at the woman who was rolling on her husband, Rock’s face showed a sick and contented smile.

He raised his muzzle and was about to execute the woman who dared to soil his feet.

But at this moment, Wang Ping, who was standing aside, gently stretched out his hand and put it on his muzzle. (To be continued.)