In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

The following morning, the old railway station in Jiangcheng was shrouded in a thin mist.

"roar!"

A piercing roar had just escaped his throat when it abruptly stopped.

"boom!"

A crescent-shaped, dark red blade of energy, over five meters long, swept across the ground.

Hundreds of zombies in a frenzied state were all severed at the waist.

"Clang!"

Ye Xiao twirled his sword and then tucked it back behind his back.

At his feet lay the corpse of a mutated mandrill, a second-tier creature the size of an elephant, covered in black scales.

Its head, the size of a millstone, was split in two.

"call……"

Ye Xiao exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes turning cold. "The fourteenth Tier 2 stronghold is cleared."

Looking around, there were no survivors in this area of ​​ruins.

Ye Xiao sat atop a mountain of corpses, still holding the long, dripping sword in his hand.

"Diligent, hurry up and collect all the crystal cores. What's your total score?"

Zhu Jingye, carrying a storage box, frantically pried out the second-tier crystal core, glancing at the terminal on his wrist in between.

"Brother Ye, our total points have now surpassed 24!"

As he spoke, he handed over the tactical terminal.

"24 million..."

Ye Xiao squinted, looking at the gradually darkening sky in the distance.

"That's not enough. Although those soldiers don't have superpowers, if they were to advance in large numbers, their scoring efficiency would be terrifying."

"After collecting the crystal cores, we'll immediately head to our next stop: the cross-river bridge!"

……

Two days.

In just forty-eight hours, the Awakened Ones went berserk, plundering the entire area of ​​second-tier mutated creatures within the Great Xia territory.

420,000 points—this number weighed heavily on the hearts of every special forces soldier about to embark on their mission, like a mountain.

Kunlun Base, Military Airfield No. 01.

There are no bizarre superpowers here, only the dull creaking of mechanical hydraulic rods and the crisp clanging of metal colliding.

Two hundred members of the "Sharp Sword" special forces are making final preparations.

"Click."

Cai Yi smoothly and effortlessly chambered a high-explosive crystal energy bullet.

He is currently wearing the latest Xingtian-type powered exoskeleton, with the crystal core power furnace on his back emitting a faint blue light.

"Four hundred and twenty thousand points."

Ouyang Fei, who was next to him, was adjusting the hydraulic assist of the exoskeleton's legs. Looking at the data on the wrist terminal, he clicked his tongue in amazement:

"These Awakened Ones are really good at racking up points. They've done so much in just two days. We haven't even left the house yet, and they've already cleared half the map."

"What's the panic?"

Zhao Dapeng turned his head and said, "When we put on this latest equipment, we're about the same level as them."

"They're real Superman, we're fake Superman."

It was impossible to tell whether Ouyang Fei's tone was sour or convincing.

"They really have superpowers. They can wipe out a whole bunch of people with a flick of their fingers, and they also have the first-strike advantage. There's no comparison!"

"Scared?"

Cai Yi glanced at him and spoke coldly.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Ouyang Fei's tone instantly hardened, and he patted the cold armor on his body.

"Back then, we could wipe out an entire area with just one heavy machine gun."

Now, with this latest exoskeleton gear and the crystal core rifle, I can wipe out a whole bunch by myself.

indeed.

This "Xingtian" exoskeleton gives every ordinary soldier the ability to face second-tier mutated beasts.

The "Wolf Fang" rifle in his hand can easily tear through the defenses of a second-tier mutated beast.

"Shh!"

A whistle blew, piercing the noise of the tarmac.

"Everyone assemble!"

Two hundred steel warriors completed their assembly in three seconds.

Each of them has been fitted with an exoskeleton, making them appear 20 centimeters taller than usual, exuding an imposing aura.

Lin Feng stood at the very front of the group.

Those hawk-like eyes swept over every face.

"You must be under pressure, right?"

Lin Feng spoke, his voice not loud, but it carried a resolute air of battle.

No one spoke, but the tense atmosphere was unmistakable.

"420,000 points, the Awakened ones did a good job."

Lin Feng paced back and forth in the arena, his hands behind his back.

"In two days, they cleared 91 high-risk areas and beheaded more than 1,000 second-tier mutated creatures."

This number is a hopeless chasm for any conventional army.

The soldiers below the stage remained silent.

He continued, "Someone told me, 'Team Leader Lin, this is going to be tough. That guy can fly, breathe fire, and control objects with his mind.'"

And then there's the staff headquarters behind them, giving them advice and strategies.

"But we are not a regular army."

Lin Feng suddenly stopped and abruptly raised his voice.

"You are the elite soldiers selected from among the 1.4 billion people of the entire Great Xia Dynasty, you are the 'Sharp Sword'!"

The military has provided you with the most expensive equipment, and the Academy of Sciences has provided you with the strongest technical support.

Tell me, in what way are you inferior to those who have awakened?

"Not bad!"

Two hundred people roared in unison.

"very good!"

Lin Feng suddenly stopped and pointed to the rows of transport helicopters behind him, ready to go.

"We have the best equipment; we're not here to be mere extras."

This battle is not only for show to those above, but also for show to ourselves!

"We will prove that even without superpowers, the soldiers of Great Xia are still the sharpest swords in the world!"

"yes!"

The roar of two hundred people made the hangar ceiling vibrate.

"Issue operational orders now."

Lin Feng took the tactical tablet from his adjutant, his expression instantly turning cold and stern.

"The entire team is divided into twenty combat groups, with ten people in each group. We will employ 'wolf pack tactics' to attack from multiple points."

"The first group is responsible for the southeastern shipping route. Objective: to clear the abandoned port. The terrain there is complex and no Awakened has ever been there. The density of Tier 1 zombies is extremely high."

"The second group is responsible for the old industrial area..."

Lin Feng's instructions were precise, fast, and without any unnecessary words.

After assigning tasks, Lin Feng closed his tablet.

The previously somber atmosphere suddenly froze.

Lin Feng looked at his brothers, who had followed him through thick and thin and whose eyes were now filled with a desire to win, and remained silent for three seconds.

Finally, I have one most important request.

Everyone perked up their ears.

Should we issue a death order? Should we spare no effort to score points?

"This operation, although it's called a competition, although we want to win, and although we want to prove ourselves."

Lin Feng's voice deepened and became unusually serious.

"but."

"If, during the mission, a distress signal is received from nearby frontline conventional forces, or survivors are found to be trapped."

"No matter what you were doing at the time, no matter how many points are waiting for you to collect."

"Abandon the mission immediately, prioritize support! Prioritize saving lives!"

The entire venue was deathly silent.

The points collection process in this match is certainly related to honor.

But on the battlefield, honor always comes after military spirit.

"Did you understand?!" Lin Feng shouted sternly.

"clear!"

Two hundred soldiers saluted in unison, their shouts shaking the heavens.

This is what a professional soldier is like.

They yearned for victory, eager to prove themselves no less capable than those who had awakened.

But when faced with matters of principle, and the responsibilities bestowed upon them by their military uniforms, the so-called wins and losses, face, and points all have to take a back seat.

They are killing machines, but more importantly, they are the guardian wall of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Set off!"

Lin Feng waved his hand.

"Boom boom boom!"

The transport helicopter's rotors, which had already been preheated, began to spin rapidly, and huge blasts of air kicked up sand and gravel from the ground.