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

The voice just fell.

The scene behind the leader changes.

A silent satellite aerial video was shown directly to the eyes of 1.2 billion people across the country.

That was the Siberian wilderness.

In the video, a giant polar bear, as big as a heavy tank, is pinning a mutated wolf, which is as tall as a two-story building, to the snow.

The polar bear's sharp claws tore open the wolf's chest cavity, pulled out its still-beating heart, and swallowed it whole.

As it devoured the creature, the polar bear's fur visibly hardened, its bones emitted a chilling "crackling" sound, and its body swelled up again.

The scene then changes.

The South Asian subcontinent.

The densely packed zombies gathered into a black ocean.

In the center of this sea of ​​corpses, there was a stitched monster with six arms, and behind it, a pair of fleshy, tumor-like wings bulged out.

"hiss!"

A collective gasp of astonishment filled the underground city plaza.

A mother suddenly covered her child's eyes, her face turning deathly pale.

The soldiers on the front lines also stared blankly.

These are not the zombies and wild beasts they know!

This is a real monster!

"Did you see that?"

The commander's voice rang out again, drowning out all the gasps of surprise.

"This is overseas."

"Of the more than two hundred countries on Earth, all but Great Xia have been wiped out."

"Billions of zombies and countless mutated beasts. They have no humans to eat, so they devour each other."

Every second, they grow! Every second, an even more terrifying monster is born!

The leader pointed at the screen, his fingers trembling slightly.

"You think Great Xia is safe? Wrong!"

"Da Xia only killed a few wolf cubs in the yard. But now, our yard walls are surrounded by man-eating beasts with growing teeth!"

The entire Great Xia was deathly silent.

Only the leader's heavy breathing could be heard throughout the country through the microphone.

"Someone asked me at the meeting, 'Our Great Xia has twelve indestructible main bases and an intricate underground Great Wall.'"

Can't we just close our doors and live our lives in peace?

"No!"

The leader suddenly raised his voice and roared.

"Six months. At most six months! By then, those monsters outside will have evolved skeletons that can't be killed even by cannon fire."

"At that time, they will cross the border, tear apart your newly built houses, and chew up and swallow your children!"

"Are we just going to wait to die? Are we going to leave this mess for our next generation to carry?"

boom!

The leader slammed his fists heavily on the table.

"no way!"

"The predecessors plant the trees, and the successors enjoy the shade! The people of Daxia have never had the habit of leaving disasters to their descendants!"

"I hereby declare that Great Xia will remain in a state of total war! This is not a defensive war to protect our homeland; this is a life-or-death battle for the survival of the human species!"

"The military will form an expeditionary force to cross national borders and launch a proactive attack!"

The commander's gaze revealed undisguised madness and ruthlessness.

"My fellow countrymen, I know you are exhausted. But this battle must continue."

Moreover, it will be more brutal, more tragic, and more people will die.

"But so that future generations won't have to spend their lives as rats underground, so that the civilization of Great Xia can bask in the sunlight with dignity..."

"From this day forward, the Great Xia war chariot will only have forward gears, no brakes! Until all the monsters in the world are wiped out!"

The speech was coming to an end.

The image freezes on the leader saluting, then cuts off.

The screen went black.

The underground plazas in various locations remained eerily silent.

There were no cheers as expected, nor any complaints of collapse.

The stark contrast should have sparked unrest, but the harsh reality shattered everyone's wishful thinking.

Those fantasies about "peace" are worthless in the face of the knife of survival.

The middle-aged woman who had been clamoring to move back to a river-view apartment muttered something.

"Looks like I won't be able to stay in the river-view apartment. Old man, the arsenal is recruiting logistics staff this afternoon, I'll sign up to sew tactical vests."

The middle-aged man stroked his stubble and swore.

"Damn it, I used to drive an excavator, I didn't even know if the army would accept me."

The young worker wearing glasses said nothing.

He silently turned around, changed back into his oil-stained work clothes, and strode towards the blast furnace workshop.

The phrase "sitting and waiting for death" has never been in the genes of the Daxia people.

When survival is substantially threatened, and when the truth is laid bare in a bloody manner, that suppressed ferocity is fully awakened.

at the same time.

Western Theater Command, Seventh Outpost Camp.

Inside the barracks.

A group of eighteen or nineteen-year-old recruits, who had just joined the army a month ago, sat around a cot.

They were originally ordinary workers and students.

Driven by enthusiasm, I signed up and went through a month-long brutal crackdown.

Just last night, they were discussing whether they could apply for discharge from the military, go home, get married, and have children once the zombies in the country were cleared out.

But now, a deathly silence enveloped them.

"Class monitor."

A young private with a buzz cut broke the silence.

His name is Chen Fei. Before enlisting in the army, he was a food delivery driver.

His body was still wrapped in bandages, injuries sustained three days ago when a mutated bear rammed his infantry fighting vehicle.

The squad leader, a veteran, had a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth as he looked up at him.

"The commander just said that those monsters outside are still growing?" Chen Fei asked.

"Okay," the class monitor replied.

"Will it grow bigger and bigger, and become even more resilient?"

"right."

Chen Fei looked down at the rifle in his hand.

He gritted his teeth, stood up, walked to the storage cabinet in the corner of the barracks, and pulled open the cabinet door.

Inside was a discharge application form that he had originally planned to submit today.

He took them out and, in front of everyone, tore them to shreds.

"Feizi, what are you doing?" His comrade next to him was stunned.

"Refund my ass."

Chen Fei slung the gun over his shoulder, took a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, and slapped it on the table.

"My home is right on the border. I used to be able to see overseas from the hillside."

"Once those big monsters get over the wall, my parents will be the first to suffer."

He turned to look at the squad leader, his voice hoarse.

"Squad leader, are there any combat slots available for overseas deployment? Name one for me."

I want to apply to be among the first soldiers to participate in cross-border operations.

As soon as he finished speaking, several more young men stood up in the barracks.

Count me in!

"And me! I trained in sports in college, so I have a great physique. It's my job to go out and fight the monsters!"

"Class monitor! Count me in!"

The class monitor looked at the group of teenagers, took the half-smoked cigarette out of his mouth, and held it between his fingers.

He didn't say anything, but turned around and picked up the walkie-talkie on the table.

Press the call button.

"Company Commander. The entire 7th Platoon is volunteering to join the advance team for the border crossing."