Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

”Good morning, brothers and sisters!”

Zhang Su walked past the front of the crowd, smiled and greeted everyone. Then, he leaped up onto the tank, standing high above to look at everyone.

”Ahem, everyone quiet down! The development of the camp depends on the supply of resources, so our steps to collect resources must not stop. Starting today...”

Once the scene quieted down, Zhang Su began to assign tasks for a period of time.

Currently, the resource stockpile is quite abundant. Except for the original Apocalypse Corps and Niu Yazi, who contributed nearly nothing, other divisions have provided a large amount of resources, the most outstanding being the barracks and Bridge Town.

The barracks provided standard supplies, but in terms of weapons, they were the best, able to arm more combat personnel, while Bridge Town primarily provided grain. The grain they brought alone could sustain over seven hundred people for a month!

Even so, Zhang Su still felt a food anxiety, and the reason was simple: the damn weather. If it didn’t warm up soon, farming wouldn’t be possible. Even building new greenhouses would take time.

So the collection of supplies can’t stop; we need to go to farther places, to unearth the grain lying dormant in the ruins.

The gathering of miscellaneous items, materials, and machinery was also put on the agenda.

With the increasing population, Satellite Villages No. 1, 2, and 3 are all being used. There are more places to store supplies now, so anything that looks useful must be brought back. Before industrial production resumes, many things could have unexpected uses.

”Considering everyone’s unfamiliarity with the area, the Yama Corps brothers will lead the team. Does anyone have any objections?”

Zhang Su wasn’t fully acquainted with the combat personnel from the various divisions, so he needed trustworthy people to lead. He needed to gather intelligence slowly.

Any objections?

Everyone shook their heads, saying, ”No objections!”

Those who previously held leadership positions in their respective camps understood clearly that their glory was gone; it wasn’t time to reclaim it yet.

Wu Baokang, Wu Daqiang, Liu Yao, Yang Xinqi, Meng Changwei, and others were in the team, not feeling uncomfortable despite the change in their status. Especially Meng Changwei and Yang Xinqi, who looked relaxed after being relieved of their burdens.

”Okay, since there are no objections, I hope that while executing tasks outside, no unpleasant things happen. The camp is our home, and its development depends on everyone. Let’s move out!”

”Move out!”

Ding Yong Country watched as the teams prepared to depart and hurriedly walked to the tank, looking up and saying, ”Boss Zhang, arrange a team for me. I want to go out and find some tools and equipment. Otherwise, when can the blacksmith shop open!”

The old blacksmith wanted to quickly set up his blacksmith shop.

”Ha, too many things, I forgot about this. Dachao, come over...”

Seeing Ding Yong Country’s enthusiasm, Zhang Su naturally wouldn’t stop him. He immediately arranged for him and Zheng Ziwen to join the team led by Guo Dachao to gather the necessary tools for the blacksmith shop.

”Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, give us something to do too. We’ve tidied our room!”

Just after arranging for Ding Yong Country and Zheng Ziwen, Wang Zhetao dragged Wang Guangjun in front of Zhang Su, full of energy and enthusiasm.

Zhang Su indeed didn’t like Wang Zhetao’s overly purposeful attitude, but wanting to work was something he couldn’t fault.

”Old Wang, are you sure you’re okay to go out? Can you handle any danger?”

Wang Guangjun tilted his head upon hearing Zhang Su’s question and nodded firmly, ”Brother Zhang, rest assured, I’m not the timid milkman I used to be.”

Saying this, he patted his strong chest, and the scars on his face were very persuasive.

”Brother Su, let Brother Wang follow my team.”

Tan Huajun stepped forward.

Behind her were more than ten people from the Survivor Alliance and Civilization Guardian. These men were the warriors who fought resolutely in the Lego Mall a few days ago. They had all witnessed Tan Huajun’s impeccable marksmanship. It’s not an exaggeration to say that Tan Huajun was somewhat their lifesaver, so they sincerely admired her.

”Alright, Old Wang, you and your son go with Old Tan to move the grain!”

Tan Huajun was fetching supplies nearby, so the task wasn’t very dangerous, but it was exhausting...

Zhang Su mainly focused on assigning tasks for those going out, but internal affairs couldn’t be ignored either. This part was primarily handled by Yuwen, who had panda eyes from organizing personnel for tasks.

To avoid mistakes, after the banquet last night, he returned to his residence and worked overnight to make a plan, line by line, item by item, working until past three o’clock, prepared meticulously.

First was the internal affairs organization; yesterday afternoon’s short period only allowed people to roughly tidy their rooms, just enough to sleep. The three Satellite Villages would take another day to sort out their internal affairs.

During this period, Yuwen would have to select dedicated logistics personnel from the workers, mainly older people with no combat ability, and then arrange even more detailed tasks for these people.

Although a village only had just over two hundred people, to operate normally in this cold and crisis-filled period, ensuring adequate supplies wasn’t enough; many other aspects needed maintenance. Some seemingly trivial issues, if left unattended, would gradually become significant problems.

Clothing, food, housing, transportation, eating, drinking, sleeping, ignoring any of these won’t do. For instance, just the simple task of waste disposal, if no one is assigned to do it, within a week, each household would be in trouble.

There was also a very important task: to select a piece of feng shui treasure land nearby to bury those who sacrificed their lives fighting zombies.

Yuwen had already learned that Cao Duoliang, who had been in the Little Eagle Association and later became an undercover in the Apocalypse Corps, had some knowledge of feng shui. He’s the right person for this task.

The integration of combat personnel hadn’t started yet. This task could only be undertaken once the new members on Celestial Horse Island were completely stabilized. But there was no relaxation within the Yama Corps. Zhang Su issued an order for training to resume before personnel set off, which also meant that the time for external tasks was only until before lunch!

Due to an unknown factor, zombies were getting stronger, and people’s desire for strength was also growing. Previously, many people had a perfunctory attitude towards the martial arts taught by Ju Mumio; now, they were all eager!

It wasn’t realistic to expect everyone to have Ju Mumio’s level of strength. Zhang Su set a goal: the first phase should have everyone reaching at least half of Ju Mumio’s combat capability, but he didn’t say it that way. He required that in a one-against-three scenario with Ju Mumio, they should be able to tie.

Why not a one-against-two? Because Ju Mumio was already used to fighting with the white mist, and couldn’t turn it off. This ability was too much of a hack.

When the Yama Corps heard this standard, many were silent, but a few explicitly expressed their dissatisfaction, intending to immediately have a competition. However, since the training was scheduled for the afternoon, they had to wait.

Seeing the Yama Corps’ intense internal competition, combat personnel from various divisions felt envious. They also wanted to undergo systematic combat training. In this world full of dangers, everyone longed to have the ability to combat threats.

Unfortunately, King Yama didn’t mention training for ordinary combat personnel. With many tasks at hand, they could only wait to ask about it later.