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    So a problem happened unfortunately. Many survivor bases could no longer bear the population pressure and had to adopt a stricter rationing system, changing from desperately absorbing labor to selectively picking people, and then stopping accepting any  People, and even squeezed out the old and infirm and dissidents, and left them to fend for themselves.

    Hunger has gradually replaced zombies and has become the biggest threat to survivors.  Survivors who lost the protection of the base can only become refugees, gathering in the ruins of the city near the base, living by doing odd jobs for the base or venturing to search for leftovers in towns that have not been completely cleared.

    How should I put it, this approach cannot be said to be completely inhumane, but it also smells a little bit exploitative.  Many bases are not short of supplies. After so many years of collection, at least the food reserves should last for a while.

    But the management is not a saint either, for various purposes they have to consider for themselves and vested interest groups.  Cut off part of the quota first, let some people become refugees, and then hire refugees to do dangerous and hard work at a cheaper price, which does not affect productivity and saves material consumption, which is a great thing.

    As for whether it is too cruel and unfair to those survivors who have been forced to lose their stable lives and even become homeless, no one will care.

    After so many years in the last days, everyone has gotten used to another set of moral standards.  Kindness, simplicity, sympathy, law-abiding, hard work and getting rich have become synonymous with incompetence and weakness, while being strong, ruthless, killing people without blinking an eye, and using various means to turn other people's into your own is the ability to survive.  And the necessary skills to live better.

    The man rode a mountain bike, heading west along the looming road covered by sand and dust, all the way west.  When you are tired, just find an unobtrusive place on the side of the road and spread a moisture-proof mat to lie down for a while; when you are hungry, eat the compressed biscuits you carry in your backpack; when you are thirsty, you can find a small river to fill your water bottle.

    The good news is that there are many rivers along the way, and they are all melted snow on the snow-capped mountains, which are clear and pollution-free.  If you can put some salt in it, it will be similar to iced drinks in the old days.

    The bad news is that you must never light a fire or turn on a light at night. Although more and more predators are ferocious, they are far less scary than humans.  Flares and lights will make you a target for miles around.

    Coolies, thieves, and robbers are pitiful, hateful, and pathetic. In fact, they all describe a kind of person who has lost the ration and protection of the base, and is desperately trying to fill his stomach at any time.

    They don't care who you are or what you carry on your body, as long as you break free from the constraints of the base and settlements, they may kill you at any time.  No matter how cold the night is, you can only find a hidden place to endure it. If possible, cover it with a blanket or animal fur. If you are not sure that there is no one nearby, you must not expose yourself.

    On the fourth day, the man's mountain bike entered another ruined city, which was a little different.  There are many pedestrians, most of them ride bicycles, and a few ride horses, mules or donkeys.

    There are solid fortifications cast by horses and cement at the intersection. Soldiers wearing black pants with guns in their hands and blue sky and snow-capped mountains embroidered on their chests are watching every passerby with vigilant eyes.  If suspicious persons are found, they will be stopped for inspection immediately.

    In the old world, it was called Kuitun City, bordering Dushanzi District on the south, and Wusu City, the city of Wusu Beer, across the river to the west. The population of the whole area is more than 400,000. It is an important traffic road, the famous Duku Highway  This is where the North End begins.

    After the outbreak of the zombie disease, the survivors of Xinjiang Province merged several times and built the base in Yining City, which has a milder climate and more abundant water sources, but it is still a transportation hub.

    The Karamay Oilfield in the north can still produce some crude oil. If you want to transport it out to exchange with other forces for mechanical products and medicines, you must transit here.  The group of survivors occupying the Yining base is called the Redeemer. They have stationed more than 300 soldiers and a lot of heavy weapons here, which can be regarded as the northernmost fortress and outpost of the base.

    There is nothing suspicious about the man himself, most of the pedestrians on the road are dressed like him, with torn cloaks, hoods, sunglasses, goggles, ski goggles, masks, veils, all the measures that can prevent wind and sand are used, and then ride a bicycle  , This is the standard refugee dress.

    "Stop, what are you carrying in the car?" But the human-shaped package tied to his bicycle was obviously suspicious, and the soldiers immediately raised their two black-holed muzzles.

    "Gold DiggersUrumqiBlue Devil!" The man spoke blunt Chinese, stuttering and explaining with gestures.

    "The Blue Devilcomplete?" A soldier reached out and touched the tarpaulin wrapping the corpse, with a surprised expression on his face.

    "Good luck" The man's Chinese is really bad, and he couldn't express it clearly after spending a long time.

    the"Oh! Did you hear me, this guy got a complete blue devil. Tsk tsk tsk, what a piece of shit luck" Suddenly there was a murmur among the people who were also queuing up at the sentry post for inspection, and most of the people present  He is a homeless person who knows the price of a complete Blue Devil corpse.

    "Open the cloak and check!" The young soldier's eyes also flashed a gleam, and the muzzle of the gun moved forward and stabbed the man in the stomach.

    "Brush" The man opened his cloak obediently, revealing the tattered sheepskin jacket inside, body armor, tactical vest, including the pistol on the thigh, the dagger and the long gun on his back.

    The young soldier touched for a long time, but there was nothing but a strong smell of sheep, a sharp hatchet, a small half box of Mohe cigarettes grown by the locals, and a half-destroyed marching pot.  Next is the backpack. There are quite a lot of goods here. There is a half-unpacked compressed biscuit, three large animal traps, a ball of iron chains and a few coils of rope.

    "Are you the one who killed the blue devil with these things?" The young soldier was a little reconciled. He thought that the person who could hunt the blue devil alone must have a good weapon.  Ammunition is scarce now, so it is also very valuable, and it can be exchanged for a lot of things on the black market.

    ?Being a soldier is really useless except for the rations issued by the base. If you want to live a good life, you have to scrape off these refugees.  Officials shave their heads, and soldiers shave their heads.

    The acquisition of the Blue Devils at a high price was an order from the base, and no one dared to stop it.  However, the base did not say that they would not arrest the rebels. As long as someone carried a little more weapons and ammunition, he could label him as a suspected rebel.  Those who are sensible will give up their money to save their lives, and those who are ignorant can only be sent to the group of fake monks in the Penance Society, and they will have to peel off their skins if they don't die!

    "Good luck!" The man closed the cloak with the same tone, the words have not been changed, and it seems that there are no more new words.

    "Get rolling" The young soldier waved his hand impatiently to let the man pass.

    It's really hopeless. You can't forcefully detain the blue devil's body in front of so many people. If the ascetics find out, you will have to become a refugee tomorrow.

    But at the same time, he winked at his comrade across from him, and the soldier immediately left his post, went into the nearby bunker and picked up the phone.

    Passing through the checkpoint is equivalent to entering the Kuitun base, where there is only one military camp and hundreds of families of refugees living in dilapidated houses at the gate of the military camp.

    These people basically work in freight stations and oil refineries. Crude oil from the Karamay Oilfield in the north will be transported here by tanker trucks, some of which will be transported by steam locomotives to Hami by railway to exchange goods with other alliances, and the other part will be in the local area.  Gasoline is produced by fractional distillation.

    Although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs.  On the street in front of the barracks, there are not only restaurants but also tea stalls. The former is a place where you can enjoy the food. You can use the animals hunted nearby and the wild vegetables you pick to make delicious meals.  Wealthy refugees can go in and spend a bit.

    The latter is relatively cheap, and most refugees can afford it. A bowl of hot tea only needs a shopping coupon issued by the Yining base.  After working hard all day, I asked for a bowl of hot tea with salt at the tea stand, and took out dry baked naan, fried rice or compressed biscuits, and dinner was settled.

    While eating, you can also chat, complain, brag, inquire about things that are convenient for work, talk about price changes, eat and drink enough, and return to the dark shabby house and close your eyes.  passed.  (
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