Abnormal Doomsday Records

Chapter 232 22. The End of the World

City-State District, near the central city.

Old Mulan, dressed in military uniform, walked out of the communication cabin of the command aircraft irritably. Just now, he completed a communication with the general of the Third Border Defense Corps.

The other party's "old-school" military style made Mulan, who once served in the federal army of the mother planet, miss it very much, but the bastard's foul language made Mulan very unhappy.

Horse riding!
How long has it been since I met a bastard with a foul mouth than mine?
But if you think about it, you will know that the fact that the senior commander could be forced to this point already shows that the situation of the Third Border Defense Corps is quite bad. If possible, Mulan would definitely deploy some long-range firepower to support the border. The problem is that he really can't spare the time at this moment.

"Initial contact is over! The damage to the reconnaissance combat omnics exceeds 70%! The monsters in the maze are about to rush into the warning area, positions one to six are ready to carry out fire suppression!"

Precise instructions were transmitted to Mulan's ears along with the activation of wartime communications, allowing him to glance at the detection aucmascope next to him. The red light spots representing monsters had become densely connected. Those bastards were rushing out of the area of Time Maze No. 12 and moving in a group towards the central city.

That damn place is outside the city, and there is no real safe distance between it and the urban area.

If the central city had legs and could migrate quickly, little Acholi would definitely move his "capital" away from this true "monster spawner" as soon as possible.

The opening of the Month of Reproduction has now entered the countdown. The surge in the concentration of psychic energy on the surface has obviously affected the chaotic space-time place like Time Maze No. 12. It is almost inevitable that monsters will get out of control there. Fortunately, Mulan, who has inexplicably become the "trusted general" of little Acholi, is not really only good at making movies.

Although he had been wandering for decades, he at least had the title of "war hero".

He has some real skills, although not much, but at least he dares to fight, dares to fight, and dares to take responsibility. This alone makes him much better than other people in the city.

Apart from taking time out a few days ago to participate in the Battle of Rust Castle and being sent there as a "military supervisor", Mulan has been busy "physically isolating" Labyrinth No. 12 from the central city during this period.

The good news is that thanks to Acholi Jr.'s mobilization and institutional reform of the city-state area, Mulan has enough labor.

After the rationing system was abolished in the central city, more citizens came to work for their daily meals. In addition, with the complete destruction of Rust Castle, the dreaded "Awakening Virus" became a thing of the past, and the relationship between humans and free AI was eased. The technology tree in the Badlands, which had been crooked to its limits after being destroyed by that bastard Zhou Ke, was reignited, and Mulan also had enough civil engineering machinery.

Although they all look strange and full of wasteland technology style, this is no longer the time to worry about the style.

Thanks to his efforts, a "giant wall" was built on the road leading to the central city from Labyrinth No. 12, which was a protective wall similar to the gate of End Castle. He also used the wall as a support and combined it with the military forces at hand to build a simple but practical defense system.

This system has not been completed yet, but Mulan must use it to hold back these monsters now.

"How shabby! In the old civilization, even a pigsty was more elaborate than this."

In the command aircraft, Mulan looked at the position below through the observation port.

The wall made of composite materials is bare and has no aesthetic appeal, just like a gray cement pier placed there, but at least it has everything it should have.

Heavy firepower clusters, combat intelligent machinery maintenance depots, biological weapons delivery channels, etc. By the lowest standards, this is already a pretty good military fortress.

"Colonel, the Central City Defense Department asked if we should send police drones to support the battlefield bombing?"

The communicator next to him looked up and asked, interrupting Mulan's thoughts. He waved his hand and said:

"Let those frightened insects stay in the city. Knowing that they have police equipment in their hands, they should not throw the downgraded equipment into the battlefield to interfere with my command. By the way, convey my order to the commander on the city wall.

Don't rush to open fire. Let the monster enter the third contact zone before attacking it."

"Ok?"

This order startled Mulan's adjutant. He used to work in the military security department of the Maca Group and whispered:
"Isn't the third contact zone close to the city wall? Those monsters can even climb up the city wall with just one jump. Isn't that a bit too risky? With our current firepower, we can destroy them as soon as they enter the first contact zone!"

"Yes, you can. After all, this is only the first wave of monsters that spawned in the Time Maze. They are not that strong. But the question is, have you considered what to do next?"

Mulan turned around and stared at his adjutant. Looking at this middle-aged man with a bald head, he said:
"The Fertility Moon hasn't really started yet. You may have experienced it once, but I've experienced it twice. I know very well how difficult our battle will be under such circumstances. We can't get close to any place with moonlight, and monsters will go berserk under the pink moonlight.

If my men were all elite soldiers or combat omnics, I wouldn't have anything to worry about.

But behind us is Central City.

This is the last city in the Badlands, and it contains the last people on the surface.

Many of them have never experienced a real war, in which the fear in their hearts is more dangerous than the bullets in front of them.

I have to make the people in the city clearly aware of the situation we are about to face. I have to dispel the last bit of luck in their hearts. Only in this way, when I need more soldiers to take over, they can burst out with the courage to fight to the death in fear.

You too, in fact.”

Mulan has been in the literary and artistic circles for a long time, and his words have become impolite. He pointed at his adjutant's chest and said:
"You don't have to pretend to be a professional commander. When little Acholi authorized me to form this unit, I knew exactly what kind of people you are. Relax. It's normal to feel scared in this situation.

From my past experience, it is best to get rid of all the negative emotions in your heart while you are still afraid, so that when you and I need to go to the front line, you can perform better. "

The adjutant's expression changed slightly.

When Mulan left here and entered the command cabin, the adjutant followed. He held Mulan and looked around. After confirming that there was no one else here, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Mulan. The old charlatan unceremoniously put it in his lips and let the other party light it.

He looked at his adjutant, wondering what this guy was trying to say secretly?
"I heard that Eden Garden has already completed the repatriation of several groups of servants?"

The adjutant rubbed his hands and said:
"Although this matter is kept secret, I have my own connections. I know that Eden has been sending those servants back to the surface since last month, and the returning aircraft is also fully loaded!
Those members of the Acholi Consortium who were judged to be "elites" were taken to the Garden of Eden.

I don't know what those guys in the sky are planning to do, but I was at least once a middle-level executive in the consortium, and I know those people in the sky won't just sit there and wait for death. They may be implementing some "self-rescue plan", so, Commander, don't you have any ideas?

I'm certainly not questioning your courage, the main thing is that you have a daughter, and she's pregnant, right?"

The bald middle-aged man smiled ingratiatingly and said:
"Someone like you who is valued by the surface governor will definitely be able to get a ticket, right?"

"You don't need to beat around the bush. You can just ask me directly if there is any way I can get you one too?"

Mulan snorted and glanced at the guy, who nodded vigorously and then stared at Mulan as if he was looking at his only hope in life. This rat-like look made the old charlatan feel disgusted.

He blew out a smoke ring and said:

"So, you think the survival rate is higher if we go to the Garden of Eden at this time?"

"That's for sure!"

The adjutant said in a matter-of-fact tone:
“No matter how the people in the Garden of Eden plan to spend this reproductive month, no matter how low their success rate is, it will definitely be higher than the survival rate of those who remain on the surface at this time!
Let me tell you the truth, what you said just now was unpleasant to hear, but I admit that I am not a courageous person. I did spend the first half of my life in military-industrial enterprises. Unfortunately, most of the time I was sitting in the office flirting with my coquettish secretaries.

If you ask me to engage in office politics, I'm good at that, but do you want me to carry weapons and fight monsters?

Sorry, I'm not cut out for that!
I'm sure I'll make a mistake when you need me to fight for my life, so if I stay here I'll just be a burden to you and the warriors. In that case, why not give me a chance to pursue the future I want, and you can use this opportunity to put someone you trust in my place.

It’s a win-win situation.”

"Humph, you are such an honest bastard. You show your shamelessness so directly that I don't know how to ridicule you."

Mulan curled her lips.

He took out a ticket with obvious creases from his pocket and waved it in front of the adjutant.

The date and the signature of Han Bin, the governor of the Garden of Eden, on it meant that this thing could earn the holder a seat to take refuge in the Garden of Eden.

The adjutant's eyes lit up and he tried to reach out to take it but was kicked away by Mulan.

"I can't give it to you for free."

The old charlatan looked at the adjutant in front of him, whose mouth was twitching with pain. He leisurely put out his cigarette butt on the brim of the other's hat and said:

"You have to show some sincerity. Do you know how expensive this thing is in the city now?"

"Of course. Hehe, I heard that you were the most famous director in the City-State District. You especially like to promote young actors. I happen to have a wife who is very talented in acting."

The adjutant shrugged his shoulders and said:

"She's an actress in art films, and she has a very good personality. I don't want her to be alone after I'm gone, so can I ask you to take care of her?"

"Woman? Or second-hand goods! Are you serious?"

Mulan cursed:

"I think you are really confused. With this boat ticket in hand, I can find any woman I want! At least show me something real!
Do you still have the connections you had in Maca Group?

I don't ask for much. This ticket is for the sailing in five days. I have three other tickets. For every 3,000 combat-type intelligent machines and matching ammunition and weapons you bring me and drop on this city wall, I will give you one.

remember!

Only five days.”

After that, Mulan stood up and swaggered into the command cabin, leaving the bald adjutant staring at him with hatred, but this guy knew that time was running out, and he almost immediately ran to shake his previous connections. He understood why Mulan had to secretly add combat omnics to the city wall even though he had the authorization from little Acholi.

The reason is simple. It is not just the city-state that is preparing for war. Almost all forces in the Badlands with decent troops are frantically preparing for war after confirming the news of the Moon of Proliferation.

Currently, the Maca Group has opened four new production lines on the site of Rust Castle, but it is still far from enough to be distributed among these forces. Even the biological weapons left behind after the collapse of the Panis Group have been sold out.

When the end of the world is approaching, everyone knows that only a gun can save your life, not to mention that this is the Bad Land!
There is no real naivety here.

"beep"

Just as the first wave of monsters in the Time Maze approached the city wall and were covered by firepower, Mulan took out his communicator and dialed his daughter's number. A moment later, Mu Fang's lazy voice sounded in the microphone:
"Old Deng, what's up?"

"If you call me that name again next time, I'll break your legs! You're getting too much, you bastard!"

Mulan cursed fiercely as veins popped out of his forehead, then got down to business:

“I sold the boat tickets Han Bin gave us for a good price. I, your father, have made up my mind to stay on the surface. I don’t want to live a life of displacement anymore. It’s worth it to die here as a soldier who has been lost and found again.

But you still have a choice!
I'm not sure Zhou Ke and the others will be able to complete their plan, so maybe you should think about it more, after all, you have a baby in your belly."

"What stupid things are you talking about?"

Mu Fang was silent for a moment, then said in a fierce voice:

"Do you want me to give up on you and Qiao Shan, take the child alone to the Garden of Eden and become a poor little thing that anyone can bully? No, I don't plan to do that. My father and boyfriend are here, and I'm not going anywhere.

Besides, what would happen if you went to the Garden of Eden?
Zhou Ke and his men might not be able to take back the initiative from old Acholi, but they would certainly be able to ignite the entire Garden of Eden according to their ideas.

Anyone who risks everything for that ticket now is a fool!

They had no idea that this was just a daydream to escape the disaster. Zhou Ke and Little Acholi had long since stopped anyone in the evil land from daydreaming, let alone thinking about escaping.

They are now happy that they have escaped danger, but when Zhou Ke and the Badlands people appear in the Garden of Eden, they will only be more desperate.

I am not a fool, your daughter. Why should I make myself suffer more?"

"Well, this is my precious daughter. They say that pregnancy makes people stupid for three years. I think it's all bullshit. My good daughter is getting smarter and smarter. She will definitely be a great mother in the future."

Mulan laughed and expressed her admiration for her daughter's wisdom and decisiveness, but then when she heard Mu Fang say that Qiao Shan also came to the city wall to help, Mulan's face immediately sank.

He cursed:
"That shameless little bastard should stay with you and protect you! I don't need him to come here and play the hero."

"I asked Qiao Shan to help you. You are protecting the city and I am in the city. I am protected by you and I am safe, but you also need help."

Mu Fang interrupted his father and said:
"Let him stay with you, so I can have some peace and quiet."

"Well, my daughter is really filial. You seem to have grown up all of a sudden. Forget it, let that little rascal come. I will try not to lose my temper with him."

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"Do you know what you're talking about? Let's go full throttle and try to equip every resident of the city-state with a combat omnic before the peak of the reproductive month arrives? You've come up with that!

This can’t be done!”

In the building in the central city, in the office of little Acholi, Ms. Oufu, the helmsman of the Maca Group, looked at little Acholi with a shocked face. She stood up and put her hands on the table and said to the Archon:
"I seriously doubt that your mind is not clear right now!

At present, even if all the production lines of the group are running at full capacity, it is almost impossible to ensure the supply of weapons to the Border Legion. What's more, you have also signed the same supply agreement with the Tiger State and the Snake State. We can no longer squeeze out more production capacity to meet your whimsical "Civil Protection Plan".

And I'm curious, Archon, when did you start to really care about your people?

In the past, you would never ask your subordinates to do such impossible and unnecessary tasks."

Faced with Ms. Oufu's tough counterattack, little Acholi was not angry at all.

The surface governor still had the same indifferent smile on his handsome face as before, but since he had invited Ms. Of here despite his busy schedule, it naturally meant that today's conversation must achieve the results he wanted.

Seeing Ms. Oufu's violent reaction, Little Acholi knew that there was no way to "reason" at the moment, so he decided to present the facts. He stretched out his finger and tapped the communicator on the table, placed the microphone on the table, and said to the other side:

"Chu'er, Ms. Ou Fu obviously disagrees with your previous calculations. She told me that the production capacity of the Maca Group can no longer be expanded."

"Well, if they are secretly trading weapons with other forces in addition to meeting official needs and supplying weapons to Tiger State and Snake State, then the current production capacity of the Maca Group has indeed reached its limit.

But the problem is that I have compared their input and output data for the past three months.
I can be sure that the actual production capacity of the Maca Group is at least 25% more than what they put on the table."

Han Chuer's slightly distorted voice came from the other side of the microphone. She must be busy with other things. She answered in a nonchalant tone:
"Moreover, according to a series of mutual assistance agreements you reached with my father under the auspices of Mr. Zhou Ke, with Eden Garden providing weapons support to the official army, most of the Maca Group's production capacity will be substantially wasted. Instead of piling up the weapons produced in the warehouse, it is better to make use of those resources in a more meaningful way.

I don't think Ms. Orf thinks that the wastelanders in the Badlands can protect their towns from monster invasions by getting two more melta guns, right?
Do not!
Their only chance of survival was to follow the orders of Archon Acholi the Younger and migrate to Fort End before the Full Moon of Fertility erupted completely, and there complete the gathering of forces to form a sufficiently powerful Doomsday Fortress.

In this case, the best solution for the Maca Group is to abandon individual weapons and instead produce more combat intelligent machines.

Now that the Fire of Awakening has fallen, the problem of out-of-control combat omnics has been curbed. The more of them there are in Fort End and the city-state area, the more people will survive the Month of Reproduction because of their battles.

Of course, little brother Acholi, I don't think you need to spend so much effort to persuade Ms. Oufu to obey your opinion.

Because according to my calculations, there is a 69% chance that Ms. Orf will board the aircraft to the Garden of Eden, and she does not think that your arrangements and struggles on the surface will achieve the results you want.

On the other hand, Ms. Oufu's son, Mr. Bert, is actually a better collaborator, and he will most likely agree with your decision."

The office fell silent. Little Acholi looked at Ms. Oufu and said:

"Is my little sister right? You really chose them between me and the Garden of Eden? Even if you don't think the Holy Benchmark Project can really achieve the results that Han Bin advertised?"

"But compared to the possibility of you and the surface surviving, I would certainly prefer the Garden of Eden, which at least has a clear plan."

Ms. Oufu rubbed her brows and sighed:
"I know what you want to do, Archon, but with all due respect, if the Mother Planet Federation is left with only the current Badlands Reservation after two reproductive moons, then it would be a pipe dream for you to lead this Badlands through the same disaster.

Our parents have tried every solution you can think of.

If we don’t solve the fetal movement month, this disaster will never stop. This is the problem. If we can’t solve it, we can’t even solve its derivative disasters. I’m warning you!”

She stood up, took out a pocket plasma pistol from her waist, slammed it on the table, and scolded little Acholi:

"Don't fucking drag my stupid son into this! He doesn't have enough courage to make a rational choice in this situation. If you want to use Bert to force me to obey your orders, then I will say..."

"No, ma'am!"

Han Chuer's voice came from the microphone, she said:

"Mr. Bert has just agreed to the plan I sent him. At the same time, the battle maids of Crystal Palace Housekeeping have completed the 'persuasion' of the directors under your command. Just a minute ago, you were dismissed by an emergency meeting of the board of directors.

Mr. Bert is currently the person in charge of the Maca Group, and the first group directive he is going to issue is to completely obey the orders of little brother Acholi.

Your son has entrusted me to convey his apologies to you.

But he thinks that between the Eden Project and Mr. Zhou Ke’s promise, he is more inclined to the latter.”

"He's crazy! My son is just a loser who can only hide in the factory and play with dolls! He can't understand the current situation at all!"

Ms. Oufu was going crazy.

She didn't expect that her son would seize power from her in exactly the same way as she had before. She slammed the table and cursed:
"That Zhou Ke, what did he promise to make my son trust him more than me as his mother?"

"It's the future, ma'am."

Little Acholi reached out and took the pocket plasma pistol and played with it in his hand. He whispered:
"Zhou Ke has bewitched all of us with a rhetoric called 'the future', claiming that he will take back the future for this shithole world, and then we can dominate that future with our own hands.

I don't know what he should do, and I'm not even sure if he really intends to do it, but I can be sure that the tone of Zhou Ke's voice when he called me a few days ago.
He is serious!
That guy is a complete asshole, he has no moral principles, and if everyone who receives his call does not follow his ideas, then we will be in trouble.

Your son apparently got the call as well.

The fact is, he won't choose to offend that lunatic Zhou Ke for you.

But it’s his way of protecting you.

Finally, I urge you not to board that ship to the Garden of Eden, but to stay here and spend the last day of the old times with your son.

Maybe we will have a chance to see the sun in the future."

(End of this chapter)