Morning.
Chen Luo's breakfast was plain and simple. It wasn't eight dishes and a soup, after all.
Shu Yun and the others had cooked rice porridge. With so much rice on hand, why wouldn't they eat it?
Rice porridge satisfied both hunger and thirst, tasted good, and was easy on the stomach.
There was plenty to go around. They could have as many bowls as they wanted.
After breakfast, Chen Luo gathered everyone.
"You all spent yesterday practicing. Today, we're putting that practice to the test."
"Our target today is Yulin Residential Complex to the south. We'll collect some supplies."
Practice was still just practice, a far cry from actual combat.
Their practice targets stood still. Would zombies do that? Besides, the nerves brought on by charging zombies would affect their performance.
What good was perfect aim during practice if they panicked in a real fight?
One woman familiar with the area said uneasily, "I know that place. There are quite a lot of people there, aren't there?"
More people meant more zombies.
Chen Luo waved a hand. "Don't worry. You've got me."
That reassured everyone considerably.
The sight of Chen Luo killing a level five zombie with a single slash that day had left a powerful impression.
Otherwise, even with Mu Tiange dead, why would they have needed to obey a young man in his early twenties?
They were all white-collar workers. Every one of them was older than Chen Luo.
Getting people to genuinely respect and accept you was no easy task.
As for guarding the base, he assigned two people again: Fang Yu and Xu Lan.
This time, they took the heavy truck and the bus, which had enough room for everyone. Chen Luo rode on the bus.
Yulin Residential Complex was roughly two kilometers away, and