In Chu Xiang's hometown, there has been a saying since he was a child: Good men should not be soldiers, and good iron should not be used to make nails. Good iron should not be used to make nails. This is easy to understand. Good men should not be soldiers. People from other places

It should be difficult to understand.

This statement originated from the counterattack against Vietnam after the end of the Vietnam War. Although it was a battle between major military regions, in fact the real backbone was the people from Chu Xiang’s hometown and soldiers from several cities and counties in neighboring Guizhou Province. Many of them were

They were cannon fodders who went to the battlefield after a month of training. In the end, less than half of them came back, and most of those who came back were disabled. It was said that they would get their honors immediately, but there were not many of the hundreds of thousands of cannon fodders who got their honors.

When Chu Xiang was a child, he often came into contact with those soldiers who had fought for the country. They often played chess at Chu Xiang's house, shouting and disturbing people to death. At first Chu Xiang was disgusted with them, but later he found out that they were all deafened by the shells.

You can't hear it at all if you speak loudly.

And this is just the smallest trouble in their lives. After returning from the war, most of them were disabled, many could not even work, and could not find wives. Many of them ended up buying Vietnamese wives, and most of the Vietnamese wives they bought back were

They will all run away within a year of marriage.

The land was already poor. As the breadwinners of the family, they lost their labor force and their lives became even more difficult. Coupled with the mental trauma caused by the war, they became marginalized people and outcasts of society. In the next twenty years, they did not

If you get any help, there is a proverb in your hometown that a good man should not be a soldier.

Under the gaze of thirty-eight pairs of eyes, Chu Xiang slowly walked through the checkpoint. Their eyes were hot and reverent, and their expressions were solemn and solemn. However, no one knew whether they could survive until the next dawn. Chu Xiang did not dare to go

Thinking about it, but not wanting to think about it, can only give them the courage of warriors and the pride of victory.

Thirty-eight pairs of eyes watched Chu Xiang disappear at the foot of the mountain before turning back to continue his duties.

After passing the checkpoint, herdsmen appeared on the roadside. Herds of cattle and sheep wandered leisurely on the hillside. White tents were dotted like clouds among the snowy grasslands. There were strong horses neighing and shepherd dogs roaring.

There are children laughing, leisurely and joyful.

How many people know that this kind of joy was bought for them by many people with their lives.

All the way to the Mira Mountain pass, there are tents of herdsmen all over the mountains and plains. Judging from the situation, it seems that all the people in Saar City have been evacuated and temporarily settled here, and roadblocks have been set up to prevent them from returning to the city.

There is another checkpoint at Mira Mountain Pass. When Chu Xiang walked here, it was dawn and the sun was rising. There were many people on the pass, some were taking pictures, and some were looking at the sunrise in the distance. Judging from the appearance of their clothes, they were not

They are locals, but dressed like outsiders.

Twenty meters away from the checkpoint, a soldier suddenly raised his hand and solemnly saluted Chu Xiang.

"Salute." Someone shouted, and all the soldiers at the checkpoint faced Chu Xiang and saluted solemnly. Three men with the rank of colonel in the tent next to him also saluted solemnly after they came out.

The dead have become cold, but the living have usurped the courtesy that should have been theirs. Chu Xiang did not want to accept such respect, but he had to accept such courtesy.

Walking to the pass, in the distance of the mountains, a red sun slowly rose, thousands of golden lights penetrated the clouds, and the sky was filled with morning glow. The golden light shone, and Chu Xiang felt that the cold breath on his body seemed to be melted by the warm sunshine, and the blood in his heart

It's about to boil again. Slowly close your eyes and feel the breath of life. Everything seems to be reviving in your heart, and your heart is filled with warmth.

After a while, Chu Xiang opened his eyes and found that not only the officers and soldiers at the checkpoint were paying attention, but also the people watching the sunrise at the observation deck were also looking at him quietly and curiously.

Chu Xiang turned around to face the soldiers, glanced at the dozens of standing figures, and said slowly: "Three hundred and seventy-six people participated in the battle, 313 died in the battle, and 51 were seriously injured. Without them, there would be no life."

Without the peace we have now, they are the real heroes. May their heroes be immortal and shine in our country for generations to come."

The heavy and solemn voice echoed on the top of the mountain. Chu Xiang raised his hand and saluted the rising sun. The soldiers at the pass were moved by Chu Xiang's words. They turned to face the rising sun one after another, solemnly saluted, and shouted in unison: The immortal spirit will shine on our country for thousands of generations.

The shouts were like thunder, and the mountains echoed. The tourists nearby were infected by the heavy and solemn atmosphere. Although they did not know what happened, they still shouted: The heroic spirit is immortal, and will shine on our country for thousands of generations.

Holding a sword and attacking the enemy's formation,

My body is bathed in blood and I don’t want to return it,

Can't go out, can't go back,

Even if I die a hundred times, I will never regret it.

If you are brave and brave, you cannot be bullied.

The soul is resolute and is a ghost hero.

Singing in a low voice, soul-stirring, watching Chu Xiang's figure go away with the low voice of poetry, it was not until the song of mourning was finished that all the soldiers lowered their hands one after another. Everyone's hearts were touched, and the solemn atmosphere did not dissipate for a long time, and the pass was silent and silent.

For a long time, no one was surprised to break the solemn atmosphere.

Chu Xiang thought that his heart was hard enough, but when facing these cutest people, he couldn't help but feel agitated in his heart. When his mood was confused and his thoughts were confused, he had already reached the many pines in the valley and the crowds of people on the roadside.

The market was extremely noisy, with people coming and going, and it was very lively and prosperous. Seeing a disheveled young man with bare feet and injuries, people on the roadside looked at Chu Xiang. Chu Xiang didn’t like noisy places, so he remembered the roadside ahead.

There is a hot spring hotel. Leave the village and go to the hotel.

The reason why Chu Xiang remembered so clearly that there was a hot spring hotel in front of him was because the last time he passed by here to soak in the hot spring, a fellow traveler fainted due to poisoning due to too strong sulfur and soaked for too long. Several people were busy doing compressions and artificial respiration.

It took him a long time to finally wake up.

As we meandered forward, not far from the prosperous Dosong, several small wooden houses sat quietly on the side of the mountain. A small stream flowed by the roadside. The water of the stream was dense, and the steam rising from the two wooden houses of the hotel was faintly visible.

The small wooden bridge crossing the stream was a little dilapidated, and the hotel built with wooden planks was also a little dilapidated. The signboard with the words "hot spring hotel" engraved on it had fallen and rotted. Chu Xiang called a few times, but the boss didn't come out. He opened the door and went into the hotel to take a look.

, the wooden house was full of dust, and it seemed that it had been abandoned for a while.

Pushing open the door of the hot spring room, the inside is still the same as before. The steam is steaming and the strong smell of sulfur hits your nose. The water is still very clean. The spring water at the bottom of the pool keeps gurgling out, and the overflowing water flows from the ditch next to it.

Go to the creek.

The water was very hot, a bit hot. Chu Xiang hadn't taken a bath for several days. He took a comfortable bath and slept in the hotel again. When he woke up, he found that the wound had healed. After soaking for a while, he was a little reluctant to leave.

Already.

As soon as Song Xiaoting returned to the base, Mr. Zhong asked her to go to the laboratory, and hurried to the laboratory. Mr. Zhong said to her: "Compare the several genetic specimens above, find the differences, and interpret them."

Song Xiaoting didn't say anything, put down her sword and started working immediately.

After two days and three nights, Song Xiaoting closed her eyes, took a rest, and printed out a stack of information.

"How is it?" Mr. Zhong asked when he heard the printer beeping.

"The comparison results have come out. The difference is that the target has an unknown gene with a length of 20992kb activated. Currently, it can only be interpreted less than 1%. Based on the information interpreted from this 1%, it can be basically determined

This gene is what makes zombies different from humans." Song Xiaoting said, her face looked haggard, but her eyes were very bright.

"Do we also have this gene in our body?" Mr. Zhong asked.

"Yes." Song Xiaoting nodded.

"Does that mean that the formation of zombies is also a form of genetic awakening?" asked Mr. Zhong.

"It should be, but the conditions required for its awakening are relatively harsh. It not only needs internal conditions to be met, but also external conditions. Only the combination of the two can awaken." Song Xiaoting said.

After a while, Mr. Zhong said: "You can take the specimen to Dahua."

"Okay." Song Xiaoting nodded.

Wucheng.

Changsun Yue has been very worried recently, not because of the invasion of mutated beasts, but because his sisters often get into trouble. In the past three days, eleven people have been injured, eight of them were tortured, and three had their limbs cut off. If they hadn't been killed in time,

If I save her, I'm afraid I won't be able to see her again.

The other party was not afraid of Chu Xiang's name, and even threatened to meet Chu Xiang. The matter was very difficult. Changsun wanted to talk to Chu Xiang more and more, but he didn't want to. Chu Xiang might take action, but there was no doubt that she was in Chu Xiang's hands.

The status in my heart will be reduced a lot. I can handle it by myself, but I feel like I can't handle it.

After the twelfth sister who was involved in the accident was killed by a wheel of rice, Changsun Yue finally decided to fight back in her own way.

Changsun Yue is very confident, because she is the general manager of Jiangwu Hall. The five words "General Manager of Jiangwu Hall" are like a big tiger skin. Changsun Yue knows its function very well. This is her reliance, and she has more than one reliance.

, her other support is women, she has a large group of women, the power of women should not be underestimated at any time, the beacon fire princes are probably the best proof of the power of women. As long as these two supports are used well, she believes that Wu

There must be a place for her in the city.

Chu Xiang was entering the city when he received Chang Sun Yue's video request. Chang Sun Yue shouted respectfully: "Boss."

"Say." Chu Xiang said.

"I need your proof." Changsun Yue said. The camera turned and a dozen men appeared on the screen.

Chu Xiang thought for a moment and understood what Chang Sun Yue was going to do. He changed back to his original appearance and said to the camera: "I am Chu Xiang. Chang Sun Yue follows me and is the person in charge for the time being." Chu Xiang did not say that Chang Sun Yue is.

The general manager of Jiangwutang also did not say that there is an organization of Jiangwutang, but instead used the word "follow" instead.

"Thank you, boss." Changsun Yue said respectfully.

After hanging up the phone, Chu Xiang knew that Wucheng would be even more chaotic. Changsun Yue was not a person who was willing to remain silent. With his tiger skin, there would most likely be something big happening.

Gongbu City is a beautiful city in a river valley. The azure Yangni River is like a gem falling from the sky, running through the mountains. Go down the mountain road with nine turns and eighteen bends, and there is smoke from the river in front of you.

Rising up in the lush woods, you can hear cocks crowing and dogs barking in the distance. From time to time, people are riding horses passing by, and the sound of horse bells is ringing.

When we were approaching the foot of the mountain, the roar of a car suddenly came from the mountain. In a moment, a sports car roared past, made several beautiful drifts in succession, and disappeared around the corner.

There are people who drive sports cars in these remote mountains and remote areas. These days, except for the army and some larger sects, very few people can afford to drive cars, and even fewer people can afford to drive sports cars. It’s not that the cars are expensive, they’re just a little bit smaller.

They are not expensive at all. There are good cars no one wants everywhere. The main reason is that the oil is expensive. It is extremely expensive. Chu Xiang fought to the death in Saar City to get 100,000 contribution points. The price of one liter of oil is 1,000 yuan.

One contribution point is equal to fifty yuan, and fifty liters is equivalent to one thousand contribution points. Not everyone can afford such a price.

There are people everywhere on both sides of the Yangni River Valley, with smoke curling from cooking stoves and dogs barking one after another, revealing the leisure and vitality of the mountain village. After entering the city, the situation is not as Chu Xiang thought. Instead, the city is not as lively as the suburbs, and the deserted streets are slightly deserted.

It was showing signs of decline, and most of the sparse pedestrians were walking in a hurry. After walking for a long time, Chu Xiang found that there were only two hotels in the city, one was a mobile inn, and the other was called Gongbu Hotel. The sports car he saw when he was going down the mountain just now was parked there.

The entrance of Mobile Station.

It was a strange situation. Chu Xiang looked up at the sky. He saw blue sky and white clouds, and the surrounding mountains were lush and lush. They were also not affected by the radiation cloud. It stands to reason that many people should have fled here for refuge. How could such a huge city be so depressed.

He wanted to find someone to inquire. The passers-by were all in a hurry and it seemed that it was not easy to communicate. Chu Xiang had to go back to the mobile station to eat and inquire about the situation. When he passed by just now, he saw many people inside.
To be continued...