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

Su Ran turned around and faced the more than one hundred giant silos that pierced the dome.

A thought crossed my mind.

"receive!"

brush!

To the utter astonishment of Mike and the others, the ten giant, fifty-meter-tall, temperature-controlled silos at the very front, along with tens of thousands of tons of grain inside, vanished into thin air!

There was no explosion, no light or shadow.

It means being forcibly erased from the real world.

"My God..."

The green-haired awakened one's knees buckled, and he was about to kneel on the ground.

The person next to him reached out and pulled him up.

The person next to him instinctively reached out to pull him up, but he seemed to have lost his soul, his hands trembling as he made the sign of the cross on his chest.

Mike's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

He finally understood why the Great Xia dared to take over the camp with only three people.

This is not human power, it is a miracle.

Su Ran continued collecting silos as she walked forward.

brush!brush!brush!

The massive steel forest vanished before him like a phantom.

"We'll provide the equipment, the medicine, and the tactical guidance. You, provide the manpower."

Su Ran stopped and turned to look at Mike, who was completely terrified.

"Great Xia needs its own frontline pioneers. You..."

What you need to do is take the weapons of Great Xia and go wipe out the monsters in your own country.

"We'll be the blade of the Great Xia, in exchange for your chance to live, and even become stronger. Are you in or not?"

This is a deal that's out in the open.

Mike knew very well that once he agreed, these 40,000 men would be completely tied to the Great Xia's war machine.

But if they don't agree, forget about becoming stronger in the future; today they will lose all their food, and tomorrow the camp will disintegrate due to internal strife.

What's more... getting stronger!

In this damn apocalypse, who wouldn't want to wield greater power?

Who would want to be a stray dog ​​that can only scavenge for food in the wasteland forever?

"Let's do it!"

Among the crowd, the burly man who could conjure rock armor was the first to shout, clutching his broken ribs and roaring.

"Screw the underground government! I hate them to death!"

As long as it makes me stronger, I'm willing to risk my life for the Great Xia!

"Once I've increased my strength, the first thing I'll do is seek revenge on them."

"I'm willing too! Great Xia is the savior of humanity!"

"Count me in! I'll do whatever you say!"

Emotions are contagious.

After the first person crossed the line, the remaining awakened individuals all expressed their opinions.

In the wasteland's laws, admiring the strong is instinctive.

It's not shameful to bow down to someone a hundred times stronger than yourself.

"Very good. Since we're going to be the vanguard for Great Xia's mopping-up operations in the North American theater..."

Su Ran changed the subject.

"Then we must launch an attack and wipe out all the mutated creature nests that are entrenched in the cities and wilderness."

"Instead of being like a bunch of rats that can't stand the light, hiding in this granary, waiting to be completely overwhelmed by a high-level zombie horde one day."

Upon hearing this, Mike clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

Should we follow the Great Xia?

It is absolutely the only way to survive in this desperate situation.

The strength that Great Xia has shown is terrifying. Having such a powerful backer is a million times better than having tens of thousands of people living in fear here.

Moreover, they also have access to the weapons and resources of the Great Xia Dynasty, and they even have methods to enhance their supernatural abilities.

But he also had his own concerns.

"Mr. Su."

Mike swallowed hard, his tone becoming extremely respectful.

"We are very willing to be incorporated into Great Xia. It would be our honor to receive guidance from Great Xia."

"but……"

He straightened up, a bitter look on his face.

"The Great Xia's strategic vision is grand, but reality is harsh. We only have 40,000 men."

He sighed.

"Of these 40,000 people, fewer than 50 are awakened individuals with the ability. The rest are all ordinary people."

Outside, the number of mutated creatures is impossible to count. We dare not even approach the city!

Before the disaster, Houston's Old Town had a population of several million; now, everyone there is dead, and it's infested with millions of zombies.

"We've already given it our all just to survive in this apocalypse."

Mike shook his head, his face full of bitterness.

"To break out and wipe out those monsters... that's as difficult as climbing to the sky."

"Moreover, we're almost out of shells; every shell we fire is one less we can fire."

After hearing this, Su Ran not only wasn't angry, but instead laughed.

This wasteland leader is contemplating a future where he can fight alongside Great Xia.

That's great!

"Forty thousand people is indeed a bit too few."

He looked at Mike. "But who told you you were going to fight this alone?"

Mike was taken aback.

Su Ran patted Mike on the shoulder.

"Don't you still have us?"

He adjusted the tactical watch on his hand, and a huge projection screen appeared, reflecting on the empty wall.

The scene depicts a dense, endless torrent of steel.

Eight thousand main battle tanks and tens of thousands of heavy armored vehicles were arrayed in formation.

In the sky, the fighter jets, blotting out the sun, were like dark clouds pressing down overhead.

Among these steel behemoths are tens of millions of fully armed soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty, their eyes resolute.

"This...this is..."

Mike tilted his head back, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"The Great Xia Expeditionary Force. Twelve million soldiers."

Su Ran stated this number in a calm tone, a number that would make any power in the world tremble.

"They are your support."

"Although we are separated by the Bering Strait, our heavy armored forces cannot directly enter your inland areas."

However, we will provide you with saturated weapon resources, precise strategic intelligence, and even help you rebuild a modern combat information system.

If necessary, the Great Xia's strategic bomber fleet will provide you with carpet bombing coverage.

Mike was completely stunned.

A regular army numbering in the tens of millions!

More than a month after the apocalypse, the Great Xia Dynasty was still able to muster such a large and organized army!

"Besides, there are other survivor camps on the North American continent besides yours."

Su Ran withdrew her gaze and said coldly,

"We will visit all the other camps one by one."

Hearing that he wasn't fighting alone and had the formidable Great Xia Legion as backup, Mike's doubts were largely dispelled.

Su Ran spoke steadily and began to issue her first instruction after taking over the position.

"Starting tomorrow, the first thing you need to do is to take Grain Warehouse No. 6 as the center and recruit and integrate all the survivor forces in the surrounding area."

And to convey the will of the Great Xia!

"Anyone who disagrees will be beaten until they submit."

"If you don't have enough weapons and ammunition, Great Xia will provide them. Just exchange them for the crystal cores of mutated creatures, and Great Xia will give you plenty."