Chapter 217, such strong charisma.

Chapter 217, such strong charisma.

Hearing that they would depart tomorrow.

Wu Heng was still a little surprised, "So soon?"

Li Yanhong said, "Actually, it's not that urgent. They've been preparing for this for a while, but they didn't take it seriously before."

It seems that power supply is truly an urgent need for all the shelters.

"The Flame God Shelter also has quite the charisma," Wu Heng said while holding her soft waist.

After the zombie apocalypse.

Each shelter formed its own small groups.

Unlike the mutual aid promoted by the central station, the scarcity of supplies made humanity less united.

Like when we went to save Grandma Wang Ke last time, two survivor bases in the same village, with not many people, were still in a state of hostility.

While they didn't actually fight, most survivors were at least wary and distrustful of others.

This Flame God Shelter being able to persuade so many people is indeed no small feat.

Li Yanhong gently patted his shoulder and explained, "Remember when I told you about the central station appointing a regional disaster relief commander?"

"You mean he became the commander?"

"Yes, we didn't participate in this, but based on the information they gathered, the central station appointed the Flame God Shelter as the disaster relief commander. Using this title, they organized this event. There's indeed a demand for power restoration, and many bases have responded."

The Flame God Shelter was smart, making their first operation about restoring electricity.

If it had been for something else, no shelter would've responded. They might've even called them idiots.

"I get it!" Wu Heng said.

Li Yanhong asked, "Are we going to participate? The prison's power supply is sufficient, and we don't need that much electricity in the short term."

"We can go and take a look. If we can manage to set up solar panels, it'll be another way to increase our power supply," Wu Heng thought for a moment and said.

"Alright, the location is on the outskirts of a southern city. It's not a short trip. We'll need to leave early tomorrow," Li Yanhong said.

"Got it."

...

After confirming tomorrow's plan, Wu Heng continued, "You've already consumed two first-tier corpse cores, and your physique has greatly improved. I'll teach you some combat techniques so you can protect yourself in case of danger."

Li Yanhong looked up at him, "Aren't you going to protect me?"

"I won't always be around. Learning more can also be considered as building strength and staying fit." Wu Heng paused for a moment, then continued, "Zombies are gradually getting stronger, and the living conditions will become tougher in the future."

Wu Heng wasn't trying to scare her; it was simply the truth.

Now, many of the corpses being turned into zombies have already become second-tier and third-tier skeletons.

This indicates that zombies are also progressing.

Unlike human progress, zombies advance over time. When the mountains and fields are filled with high-level zombies, the living space for survivors will become more difficult.

Therefore, personal progress is equally important.

Others may not have many opportunities, but Li Yanhong has already consumed two corpse cores. If she doesn't work harder, it would be hard to justify.

"Zombies are getting stronger too?" Li Yanhong's face showed surprise, her beautiful eyes wide, as if trying to confirm if Wu Heng was scaring her.

"Yes, that's why while it's still safe, we should try to improve ourselves as much as possible," Wu Heng said.

Li Yanhong, recovering from her shock, stood up from his embrace. "Okay, I'll follow your lead. Where do we start training?"

Wu Heng had unlocked swordsmanship and spear techniques, but he also knew some hand-to-hand combat, which he learned from Bagdong.

However, he hadn't unlocked specialization.

"Let's start with physical training first. Train for two or three days, and then I'll teach you swordsmanship," he said.

"Alright, I'll follow your lead."

The two of them walked to the open space in the room.

Wu Heng began performing some movements in front, and Li Yanhong followed behind him.

It must have been because of the corpse cores.

Li Yanhong's physical endurance was stronger than that of ordinary people. After following Wu Heng for more than an hour, although drenched in sweat, she was still able to keep going.

Her whole body was radiating heat.

"Alright, let's rest for a while. Overtraining isn't necessarily a good thing," Wu Heng said.

Li Yanhong's face was flushed red from the exercise, panting heavily.

Wu Heng looked at her, "I'll teach you some simple stretching exercises."

"Oh, okay!"

Li Yanhong agreed and stood still, waiting for his next move.

Over this period of time, she had basically developed a habit of following instructions and completing tasks as told.

"Spread your legs a bit, shoulder-width apart."

Li Yanhong followed his words and assumed the instructed posture.

"That's right, now hold onto the desk and slowly bend down."

Wu Heng instructed.

"Like this? What next?"

As soon as Li Yanhong asked, she felt a pair of hot, strong hands placed on the exposed skin of her waist.

Li Yanhong shuddered as if electrocuted.

"Not here, go to the bed," Li Yanhong said.

How could she, as an adult, not know what Wu Heng was about to do?

It was consensual between them anyway, and they had done everything except the last step.

Wu Heng leaned over and carried her to the bed nearby, quickly stripping off the last layer of defense. Using the cold moonlight from the window, he looked over the woman's body on the bed.

"Not in a rush now, huh!" Li Yanhong, blushing all over, complained, spreading her arms, "Stop staring and get on with it!"

"Okay."

...

The next day, at noon.

The convoy was lined up, driving quickly toward their destination.

Yawn~!

Li Yanhong yawned while still gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"How about I take over for a while?" Wu Heng suggested from the side.

The two of them had stayed up late last night, and with an early departure today, Li Yanhong had been yawning non-stop.

"It's fine, I need to maintain the speed. I can handle it," Li Yanhong shook her head and smiled at him. "By the way, was the stretching routine you taught me yesterday real?"

"Of course it was."

"I'll practice it again when we get back. Can I teach Qiangzi and the others how to train their endurance too? Being physically stronger will help them protect themselves."

Wu Heng nodded, "Sure, I learned it from Bagdong. When there's a chance, I'll have it teach everyone properly."

"Alright!" Li Yanhong nodded.

She glanced through the rearview mirror.

Aside from Bagdong, Wu Heng now had three tall guards by his side.

Wielding large battle axes and war hammers, they looked like Vikings from a movie.

Their presence was fierce.

Zzzz~!

The radio buzzed.

"Sister Hong, we're getting close to the destination. We can see some survivors and vehicles."

Li Yanhong looked at Wu Heng.

He said, "Slow down the convoy. Let's not approach yet."

Li Yanhong pressed the radio button, "Convoy, slow down. Don't go over yet."

The convoy began to slow down, and Wu Heng sent Xiaoxiao ahead to scout the area.

...

In a cement house within a large courtyard.

The empty room had no chairs, with a table made of a few red bricks, covered with a hand-drawn map.

Around the red brick table were six people.

Five men and one woman.

In the center of the room stood a man in his late twenties, wearing a tactical jacket with a stab-resistant vest. He had a buzz cut and thick eyebrows, and his body appeared very sturdy.

Flame God Shelter - Ma Zhiyong, appointed by the central station as the disaster relief commander.

After the group introduced themselves to one another.

Ma Zhiyong spoke directly, "There are over 3,000 workers inside the factory. If we want to attack safely, we need to discuss this further."

The number of people originally contacted via radio was much higher, but only a few shelters had actually arrived.

Either the others had backed out, or worse, they might have died on the way.

The only woman glanced at the map and said, "Why not assign people to lure the zombies out? Once only a few are left, we can go in and kill them."

Ma Zhiyong shook his head, "There's a second-tier commander zombie inside. The horde won't leave easily, and once it detects us, we'll all be in danger."

Everyone looked at the map, frowning slightly.

"Is there a way to prioritize killing the commander? Doesn't Flame God have armored vehicles? We could kill the mutated zombies first, then lure the remaining horde away," another person suggested.

Ma Zhiyong shook his head again, "We did bring two armored vehicles, but unless the mutated zombie shows itself, it won't help. If it hides, the armored vehicles are useless."

The group fell into silence once more.

After thinking it over, no one could come up with a better solution, and a slight sense of frustration set in.

"Damn it, a wasted trip," someone cursed immediately.

They had expected to come and solve the power problem, but taking such risks led to this situation instead.

Just when everyone was at a loss.

Urgent footsteps were heard at the door, and several people from different shelters walked in at the same time.

They glanced at each other.

One of them spoke, "Leader, a convoy has arrived. It looks like several military trucks."