Afghanistan was one of the least developed countries in the world.
Poverty and backwardness were synonymous with this country.
The United States had waged war in Afghanistan for nearly twenty years,
leaving the country shattered.
Before the apocalypse arrived, the American military had yet to withdraw.
But the people throughout the country were fierce. Harsh lands bred unruly people,
and the people here were especially unruly.
Mountains and plateaus covered four-fifths of Afghanistan's territory.
Even now, three-fifths of its territory consisted of areas with poor transportation access.
Agriculture was the country's main economic pillar. Before the apocalypse, its population had been thirty million, with a relatively low population density.
Given the locals' bravery and skill in battle, along with the natural defensive advantages of the varied terrain,
the failure of firearms after the apocalypse had not affected the country much.
They were no less efficient at fighting zombies.
But... even now, they still had no Tier 3 Superhuman. No one knew where things had gone wrong.
"Still, although Afghanistan is pretty run-down, this country has a unique advantage: minerals!"
Shen Jin's party of thirteen streaked through the sky like a rainbow,
flying across China's border into Afghanistan.
Along the way, Shen Jin told everyone about the things he had just learned from Professor Kong Long,
putting his newfound knowledge straight to use.
The previous problem of being unable to communicate at high altitude had been completely solved with the arrival of the NanoSuit Helmet.
The helmets came equipped with night vision and communication functions.
As long as they tuned to the same channel as their teammates, companions wearing NanoSuit Helmets could communicate smoothly.
Now Shen Jin no longer needed to make gestures or use flag signals in the air.
At a flight speed of 1,000 kilometers per hour, even flying