I have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World - Chapter 1157
Chapter 1157: The Helpless Survivors
The Russians came in like a storm, but they also retreated like a gust of wind.
In less than half a minute, the entire reconnaissance team retreated from the Sixth Ring Road toward the direction of Badaling. Even the burnt armored vehicle was hooked behind another armored vehicle as they retreated.
The survivors, using the rifles supporting themselves, walked out from the ruins. They helped the medical staff that rushed over to lift the wounded onto stretchers and began digging up their comrades under the concrete pieces…
The result was an armored vehicle being destroyed.
As for the loss… it was insurmountable.
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The headquarters of the Pan-Asia Cooperation was located in the Inner Ring Road of Shangjing Center.
It used to be the political center of Pan-Asia Cooperation, where the representatives of the major regions held meetings. After the war, due to the nuclear winter, X1 bacteria leakage, and other incidents, the Pan-Asia Cooperation political forces moved inland. The place was soon emptied and then completely abandoned.
Due to the quality of the building, it was once occupied by survivors and existed as a temporary shelter.
There was a time when the survivors of Shangjing entered a painfully dark period because of the tightness of their living supplies. During this period, survivors not only need to be wary of the mutants hiding in the shadows but also needed to defend against ambushes hidden in the dark.
Not only mutants were hunted, but scavengers that wandered on the wasteland, and even survivor settlements with a weak garrison. The major survivors’ settlements attacked each other to compete for scarce living supplies, to compete for the remains of pre-war civilization, and to compete to enslave the weak…
However, unlike Wanghai, the dark age of Shangjing soon came to an end.
A hibernated refugee shelter with 5,000 militia was opened. The first thing that this well-equipped force did when they returned to the surface was to try and establish pre-war order in Shangjing and restore the glory of Pan-Asia Cooperation.
However, unfortunately, the seed that the Pan-Asia Cooperation planted before the war did not sprout. Treating the survivors who had struggled on the wasteland for years with the same attitude as to how they would treat refugees soon meant that the group of idealists quickly died under the guns of the mob.
However, they still played a positive role, that is, they used decisive actions to eliminate some of the most ruthless survivor settlements, then completely destroyed the cannibals hiding in the gutter, and almost wiped out the mutated humans. A small number of people recognized these facts and no longer worked against the flow of history to become a member of the survivors.
They became the powerful kind of survivors.
Later, under the coordination of this militia group, many survivors were convened, and a treaty was established. For example, the establishment of the Shangjing Survivor Alliance designated the area inside Third Ring Road as a safe area. The alliance prohibited the use of weapons of mass destruction and established the Badaling Military Outpost to stop the migration of mutants from the northern wilderness…
The Pan-Asia Cooperation building was used as the headquarters of the Shangjing Survivors Alliance and was garrisoned by the survivors from different settlements.
In the entire city of Shangjing, this location could be referred to as the safest area. Due to this fact, survivors spontaneously gathered around this area to build a free trade market.
All major merchant fleets have traveled to and from here. After more than a decade of development, the place became a small city no inferior to the Sixth Street in terms of scale…
Today, in a rare event, the heads of the major settlemnets gathered together. The Shangjing Survivors Alliance was holding a meeting of the highest level.
“CCCP tanks have rolled to our doorstep.” At the head of the conference table, the man with a square face looked around at the leaders of the forces in the room, with a gloomy expression on his face. “This monster is more frightening than any other mutants that we have encountered before. Shangjing is at a critical moment for survival. If anyone has thought of any good ideas, please bring them forward.”
The man with a square face was Ding Liwei, the head of the Second Militia Corps of Shangjing. Although the strength of the Second Militia Group was not as strong as when it first left the fallout shelter, it remained a powerful force and ranked top among the survivor forces in Shangjing.
The man on his left was Wan Peng, the manager of Sunday Club.
While the name sounded ordinary and didn’t even resemble the name of a survivor force, on the land north of the Yellow River, no one would dare to despise the name Sunday Club or Wan Peng.
As early as before the war, Sunday Club was the top destination for the upper class in Shangjing. And Wan Peng was the security head of this club. There were a large number of security robots in the building and a large number of living supplies stored in the warehouse. At the beginning of the X1 bacteria leak, when the entire Pan-Asia Cooperation’s southern regions were collapsing, the club’s boss went to the launch center, and Wan Peng naturally became the individual with the highest level of authority in the club.
As the security head of this club, he was someone who dared to engage in fights. With the innate resources of Sunday Club, he seized the opportunity at the beginning of the apocalypse and soon became a dominant force in Shangjing.
If the Second Militia Group did not return to the surface, he would be the king of Shangjing.
“I think that the army of CCCP is not a force that we can resist alone. We may wish to send ambassadors and ask what their intentions are? If I remember correctly, after the 2174 Armistice Agreement came into effect, CCCP and PAC should be in the state of armistice. If we can reach a settlement with them…” Wan Peng frowned.
“There is no such thing as if,” a man in a trench coat shook his head. “If they are going to talk to us, they should be outside the concrete wall of the Badaling Military Outpost.”
There were no responses at the conference table; no one else spoke.
Ding Liwei sighed.
Although he was not willing to admit it, the facts were all available to him. The Shangjing Survivors Alliance was now in a state of helplessness. It would be a wild dream if the remaining tanks and armored vehicles in the militia alone could stop the CCCP fleet.
However, he was not willing to surrender.
In his bones, he still regarded himself as a soldier of the Pan-Asia Cooperation. Even if everyone was disappointed with the Pan-Asia Cooperation and the World Government, he was not willing to disarm in front of his former enemy.
That shame would be more painful than killing him.
Just then, the old man in a cotton gown seated to his right sighed and broke the silence.
“We have asked for help from the NAC. According to the news brought by Pope Lu, the General of NAC is willing to send reinforcements.”
The words of the old man made the eyes of everyone in the room turn brighter.
Although Wanghai was thousands of kilometers away from here, everyone in the room has heard of the legendary NAC. Even if they could forget the name of the NAC General, they would never forget the taste of the Fishbone’s canned food…
NAC’s products in the market outside of the Pan-Asia Cooperation Building were among the best-selling goods.
The archbishop of the Guardian Sect would not be lie.
If NAC were here, then they would have a fighting chance against the CCCP!
While the faces around the table were full of excitement, only Ding Liwei remained rationale.
“Reinforcement? I’m afraid this reinforcement is not free?”
“Yes.” Archbishop Xu Tiannan nodded as he helplessly said, “What if it is not free? Do we still have a opportunity to bargain?”
Ding Liwei’s expression was a bit stiff, and he soon let out a sigh.
Yes, can they really bargain?
Xu Tiannan hesitantly said.
“Just…”
“Just?” Wan Peng frowned.
“Just that Wanghai is thousands of kilometers away from Shangjing. Even if they want to help us, it’s going to be a dangerous journey here. Even when they arrive, I’m afraid it’s going to be too late.” Xu Tiannan smiled bitterly.
Everyone felt as if they fell from cloud nine to the bottom of the valley in a split second.
Many of them owned merchants’ fleets and they naturally understood the dangers in this journey. Even without considering the zombies and mutants, there were countless raiders.
When the NAC reinforcements cross the Yellow River, the Shangjing Survivors Alliance would already become CCCP prisoners.
Just then, there were eager footsteps outside the conference room.
Everyone’s heart clenched.
Did the CCCP already launch a strike?
The door of the conference room opened. A bodyguard walked in and whispered to Ding Liwei.
Ding Liwei’s expression didn’t change. After listening to the bodyguard, he ordered.
“Let him in.”
“Yes.” The bodyguard nodded and left the meeting room.
Soon, a guard ran into the conference room, gasping for air.
In front of the leaders, he lowered his head in fear before quickly articulating what he needed to say. He was speaking so fast that he almost bit his tongue.
“Report! There are a lot of airships in the airspace 20 kilometers away from Shangjing!”
Everyone was shocked.
“Airships?” Xu Tiannan was also shocked, but soon, his shock was replaced with ecstasy.
He suddenly thought of the news from Bishop Lu Minghui. NAC used airships as a means of transportation in the trade routes to Hongcheng and Yizhou Island. In addition, they also built a giant airship made of steel!
Xu Tiannan quivered as he stood up. He left the conference table and walked to the guard in excitement.
“Which direction are the airships coming from! Tell me now!”
The guard stuttered as he looked at the archbishop.
“From… from the South!”
South!
The direction of Wanghai!
The direction of NAC!
Xu Tiannan’s shoulders trembled with excitement, and the aged face turned red.
Shangjing can be saved!
