DipNovel Chapter 162: Not enough boats for 10,000 people to flee? Tear down houses and build rafts!
Chapter 162: Not enough boats for 10,000 people to flee? Tear down houses and build rafts!
The sea breeze, carrying a strong smell of fish and gunpowder, swept across the ravaged harbor.
Lu Sheng stood on the breakwater, with mountains of corpses piled up behind him.
Just when everyone thought they could finally catch their breath, his cold-blooded order to evacuate extinguished the last vestiges of victory like a bucket of ice water.
"Hurry! All of you, move faster!"
Although Zhou Hai was covered in bandages, looking like a newly unearthed mummy, his voice was still frighteningly loud.
He directed several soldiers to carefully lift the still unconscious Zhao Ze onto a stretcher and send him to the medical bay of the Blazing Flame.
Zhou Hai picked up the walkie-talkie, switched to Su Li's channel, and yelled, "Su Li, Lu said we need to evacuate Twin Peaks immediately! Come back right now!"
"understood."
Su Li straightened up, turned around, and ran wildly towards the Blazing Flame.
While everyone was busy boarding the ship, Lu Sheng did the opposite.
With a swift movement, he transformed into a blur and charged directly into the primeval forest behind Twin Peaks.
"Master Lu! Where are you going? Aren't we supposed to be running away?" Li Han was about to follow and show his loyalty.
Lu Sheng turned around abruptly, his golden vertical pupils devoid of any warmth as he coldly glanced at him.
"This is none of your business. Go and move the supplies over there onto the Blaze."
"Alright!" Li Han shrank back, instantly becoming as timid as a quail, and turned to carry the ammunition box.
Lu Sheng ignored the interruption and disappeared into the forest.
I may run away, but I won't leave behind a single hair of what belongs to me.
He had already transplanted those few immature Bone Strengthening Spirit Fruit trees to the Spirit Source Space, but since this deep mountain forest could nurture a Saint-level spiritual plant like the Dragon Blood Vine, there must still be some that had slipped through the net.
"Dragon Eyes, open!"
Om-!
On the retina, a waterfall of blood-red data streams flooded the screen.
Lu Sheng seemed to have X-ray vision, traversing the dense forest at high speed.
No subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy could escape his eyes.
Three minutes later, in a dark and damp snake den.
Lu Sheng stomped on two venomous snakes that were trying to ambush him, and then reached into the rock and pulled out three purple fruits that smelled sweet and pungent.
[Target: Earth-grade Spirit Plant - Snake Saliva Fruit x3!]
[Efficacy: Taking this product can enhance resistance to toxins and slightly improve physical flexibility.]
"It's better than nothing." Lu Sheng casually tossed it into his spatial storage.
Two minutes later, next to a bird's nest on a cliff.
[Target: Earth-grade Spirit Plant - Iron Skin Fruit x2!]
[Effect: Significantly enhances skin firmness.]
"Keep this for Old Zhao, it'll be good to repair his golden statue."
Lu Sheng was like a locust in transit, uprooting everything in his path that possessed even a trace of spiritual energy.
In just ten minutes, a small pile of spoils appeared in a corner of the Spirit Source Space.
Lu Sheng only stopped when there were no more high-energy reactions in the dragon's vision, still feeling unsatisfied.
"That's about it."
He lightly touched the treetop with his toes, and like a roc spreading its wings, he glided towards the harbor.
As soon as they landed, they saw Zhang Yi sweating profusely and looking pale, pacing around in circles like an ant on a hot pan.
Upon seeing Lu Sheng return, Zhang Yi forgot to even salute, rushed forward and grabbed Lu Sheng's arm, his voice trembling:
"Major Lu! This is a huge mess! We don't have enough ships! We simply don't have enough!"
Zhang Yi pointed to the chaotic crowd of people crying, pushing, and shoving on the distant dock, his eyes filled with despair and struggle:
"The original survivors of Twin Peaks, plus the refugees you brought with you, total over 100,000!"
"Even if our transport capacity is overloaded, we can only take away a maximum of 90,000 people!"
"What about the remaining 10,000 men?!" Zhang Yi's eyes were red-rimmed. "If we force them all to be taken, the fleet will be dragged down like a snail, and then no one will be able to escape! Major Lu, how about... we leave some behind?"
This is the cruelest problem in the apocalypse.
Either we all die together, or we abandon some to try and survive.
Zhang Yi is a soldier, and his duty is to protect the people, but he dares not be the villain, so he can only pass this hot potato to Lu Sheng.
The surrounding staff officers held their breath, awaiting Lu Sheng's verdict.
Upon hearing this, Lu Sheng's face remained completely calm, without even a furrow of his brow.
He coldly surveyed his surroundings.
His gaze swept over the sturdy wooden barracks, the huge log warehouses, and the wooden fortifications built to defend against the zombie horde.
"Who says there aren't enough boats?"
Lu Sheng's voice was calm, yet it sent a chill down Zhang Yi's spine.
"Anything that can float on water is called a boat."
Zhang Yi was taken aback: "Huh?"
Lu Sheng raised his hand, pointed to the buildings and trees covering the Twin Peaks, and uttered a sentence that chilled everyone to the bone:
"dismantle."
"Tear down the houses, cut down the trees, and dismantle the fortifications."
"Use steel cables and chains to tie these logs to the back of all powered boats to make giant towed rafts."
Lu Sheng turned his head and stared at Zhang Yi: "Did you understand?"
"This...this won't work?" Zhang Yi's eyes widened. "This will severely slow down the fleet, and rafts are too dangerous on the open sea..."
"Execute the command!"
Lu Sheng's voice suddenly dropped eight octaves, filled with chilling killing intent, interrupting Zhang Yi's nonsense.
"I'll only give you five hours."
"Five hours later, those who aren't on the raft can stay here and become snacks for the upcoming level 9 monster."
After saying that, Lu Sheng turned and walked towards the Blazing Flame, leaving Zhang Yi with only a cold back view.
"Remember, if you want to live, don't consider yourself a human being."
"Treat them like wild beasts fleeing for their lives."
……
As Lu Sheng uttered the word "demolish," the entire Twin Peaks descended into a final frenzy.
There is no so-called order, no so-called sense of belonging.
Faced with the countdown to death, humanity unleashed astonishing destructive power.
"Smash it! Smash it all!"
A platoon leader, his eyes red, took the lead in swinging a sledgehammer and smashing it hard against the wall of the barracks where he had lived for half a year.
"If you don't want to die, don't begrudge this piece of broken wood! What's the point of a house if you're dead?!"
Rumble—!!
One after another, sturdy wooden houses collapsed with a crash, raising clouds of dust.
The refugees were like a group of hardworking but desperate worker ants, carrying huge logs, dragging dismantled door panels, and even dismantling bed boards, and frantically throwing them into the sea.
Sparks from welding flashed on the dock as thick steel cables forcibly bound together the haphazard timber, connecting it into simple yet massive offshore platforms.
"Faster! Faster!!"
Zhang Yi held a megaphone and shouted until his voice was hoarse.
He stared at the hands of his watch, each tick feeling like a hammer blow to his heart.
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