Chapter 1232, Countdown to Civilization

The real disaster had begun.

Tens of millions of people in the Central Plains were senselessly being controlled towards the southwest and northwest, and if one were to look down from the air of the land of the Nine States, one would feel that the blackened silhouettes were like a huge fan that was crushing its way towards the west.

The Central Plains had been emptied, ten rooms and ten empty.

The original bustling food market, the original lively night market stores, the original long street with traffic, all became empty.

Occasionally, a gust of wind blows and scrapes the paper and plastic on the ground into the air.

It was as if the world had been instantly cooled down.

Everyone had left their homes and were being maneuvered towards an unknown destiny.

Southwest, or northwest.

The Southwest and the Central Plains were not connected to each other, as there was also a five hundred kilometer long forest running across between them.

When Southwest wanted to do business with the Central Plains, they all borrowed a route from Northwest before turning to the Central Plains.

When Southwest was formulating its military strategy, this forest itself was a natural barrier in military warfare, as any mechanized army that wanted to pass through here would have to pay a great price.

Armored vehicles, tank units, and artillery units, could not move an inch here.

There was a dirt road between these forests, but the problem was that it wasn’t sturdy, and once heavy mechanical vehicles passed through, the roadbed would collapse immediately.

It would only be able to pass a few off-road vehicles at the end of the day.

However, the human forces controlled by Zero were a bit more simple and rough, and those controlled residents actually penetrated the woods without any fear.

There were no vehicles, no supplies, and millions of people went in on foot, as if they were trying to walk hard through the five hundred kilometers of no man’s land.

The crowds are silent.

There are children, old people, women, men, and a large number of soldiers mixed in.

The armaments of the Central Plains actually exceeded the number of soldiers; for example, the entire Central Plains military had only almost 300,000 soldiers after many wars.

But the firearms amounted to, 1.2 million, and that was a conservative estimate, the number of bullets was even more.

If it wasn’t for the fact that the Central Plains had fought against the Expeditionary Corps, this number would have been a bit more terrifying.

It sounds exaggerated, but consortium armaments have always been several times the number of soldiers.

So that meant that the enemies that Southwest Northwest had to face were not all civilians with bare hands, but soldiers carrying guns and ammunition.

Ordinary people might not be as physically capable as soldiers, but they could each master the most specialized military skills under Zero’s manipulation.

Precision shooting, close combat, rapid blasting, everyone could do it.

Even small children knew exactly where the various weaknesses of the human body were.

To be precise, it wasn’t children who knew it well, but Zero knew it very well.

Of course, the strength of a small child wasn’t enough to sustain a blow, and the most terrifying remained the young adults in the crowd.

People often described an elite force as a precision machine, yet people never knew how terrifying it was when an army that was truly no different from a precision machine appeared.

Missile plowing? The Southwest Kyung Clan’s missile force military base had been invaded by Zero, everything related to the system had been turned into scrap metal, and the Kyung Clan had to go back to the most primitive way of fighting in the era of hot weapons.

All they could rely on was the cold guns in their hands.

It was a good thing that the process of this force was not fast, as these unexercised commoners began to travel long distances, blisters began to appear on the soles of their feet, and if left untreated, a large number of bacterial infections as well as skin ulcers would appear among the crowd.

Zero was not keeping the humans advancing regardless of death, for these living, breathing people were its server carriers.

Preserving the server carrier as much as possible was itself something it needed to consider.

Thus, the crowds with worn out paws would stop on their own and rest on the spot.

Among the crowd, there were people who specialized in gathering various herbs, interspersed with treating the wounds of those who were injured. When the wounds were healed, the crowd would set out on the road again.

In the meantime, everyone would use the most precise techniques to give themselves relief from muscle fatigue and reduce the gnarled muscles and lactic acid buildup, and that was just the most basic treatment.

The scales had tipped in favor of victory, and Zero didn’t seem at all eager to enjoy it.

This huge crowd was like an ant colony doing its own thing.

Compared to the crowd controlled by Li Shentan, they were much more organized, restrained, and intimidating.

Although the crowd controlled by Li Shentan was humongous, Zero was better at operating everything.

It rarely made mistakes.

There was no supply line for the human tide, and after entering the forest, there was a specialized crowd to provide supplies for everyone.

They picked all the fruits that could be eaten and hunted all the beasts and insects that could be eaten.

What flies in the sky, what runs on the ground, tree roots, leaves, all kinds of insects, anything can be turned into food.

Thus, the most horrifying scene appeared, those crowds of people walking while chewing the cleaned insects, long legs struggling and shaking between their teeth.

After eating the insects, it would continue to eat the leaves and fruits, knowing exactly what could and could not be eaten with zero clarity.

It according to the height and weight of each person, calculated the energy that each person must intake, 43% protein, 22% fat, 0.1% of all kinds of vitamins, and 17% of carbohydrates ……

Zero never cared what these nutrients needed by the human body came from, it could have come from roots, it could have come from water, it could have come from insects, it could have come from fruit.

All it needs is, to keep the normal human body functioning.

It doesn’t care about texture, it doesn’t care about flavor.

During the march, in just a week’s time, not only did these people not fall sick, but their bodies became “healthier” at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The fat people are rapidly losing weight, and the thin people are getting stronger.

Their body’s blood lipids, blood pressure and other indicators are all approaching the standard of health.

In zero control, no one will interrupt the movement because of fatigue and other negative emotions, just like the human fitness process many people can not stand the pain, but the artificial intelligence does not care.

People don’t have the time to watch TV, read the newspaper, or listen to the radio anymore, and people don’t enjoy the scenery or the food anymore; everything they do on the road is to go further and to get their bodies as balanced as they possibly can before they arrive at the battlefield.

When they arrive at the battlefield, no one will fear death either.

Every life served only the word victory, and there was no difference between life and life.

The road was long, and the human tide traveled slowly.

But everyone understood that no matter how early or late, this tide of people would one day arrive at the southwest and northwest.

It seemed that human civilization had really started counting down from this moment onwards.