Because Yan Yun was Xiao Fan's hometown, he naturally paid attention when he heard news about it, but he didn't expect to hear such a bombshell.
The agricultural supplies market base was the place where their trade conference was held.
Li Dahai was taken out, but there were still people there.
The survivor just said that over fifty armed people were wiped out by the zombies, which sounded unreasonable.
Zombies are indeed strong, but not to this extent. As long as those armed personnel weren't brain-dead and lured the horde of zombies to the base, how could they have ended up in such a situation?
He listened for a few more sentences, and seeing that the two people were no longer discussing the Yan Yun news, he got up and left the central street area.
After returning to the inner city area, he immediately called the communications officer.
"Can your broadcast reach people in Yan Yun City?"
The Eastern Federation's broadcasts were regional, generally by city. For example, if you were in Yan Yun City, you would listen to Yan Yun City's broadcast. The same was true in the apocalypse.
When Xiao Fan was in Yan Yun, he listened to Yan Yun's broadcast, and after arriving in Yunzhou City, he listened to Yunzhou City's broadcast, which is why he asked the communications officer.
"Yes, General. Since my broadcast has connected to Yan Yun's broadcast before, I know some of their frequencies and can tune into them. Who do you want to contact?"
"Hmm... connect me to An Lan at the airport base."
The reason he didn't contact Han Dongyang and Zhao Dashan was that Xiao Fan wanted to understand the situation first. It would be too troublesome for those people to drive out and investigate, while An Lan at the airport base had planes, which would be much more convenient.
The communications officer adjusted the broadcast for a while and connected to the Yan Yun City airport base.
"Who are you looking for?"
"This is Xiao Fan from Yan Yun Town. I'm looking for An Lan."
After a moment, An Lan's voice came through.
"Well, well, the sun is rising from the west today. Our great warlord Xiao Fan has found the time to contact me? Didn't you leave town and aren't staying in Yan Yun anymore?"
Xiao Fan smiled. "No matter how far I go, I'm still from Yan Yun. I have a favor to ask of you, Chief An."
An Lan chuckled softly. "Smooth talker. Speak up, do you want to dump those deadweights from Yan Yun Town on me? If so, you'll owe me a favor."
"Of course not. I just heard a piece of news that the armed personnel at the agricultural supplies market were wiped out by zombies. Is this true?"
"Your information is indeed very reliable. There was such an incident. I found it strange too. The agricultural supplies market is left with only armed personnel, a bunch of desperate people that no one wants to provoke. Just how powerful would the zombies have to be to completely wipe them out without leaving a single survivor?"
Xiao Fan received An Lan's confirmation and felt a sense of unease. He opened his mouth and said, "Here's the deal. I have a favor to ask of you, Chief An. Could you go and check on the situation in my hometown, Yan Yun Town?"
"Sure, I'll dispatch a helicopter to investigate right away, and then get back to you on the broadcast. By the way, where did you end up going?"
"I'm at the Kaoshan Farm in Yunzhou City, where I've built a city. It's developing quite well so far. If one day you get tired of staying in Yan Yun, you're welcome to come to my place."
"Haha! I'll remember what you said. Maybe that day will come. Yan Yun is not very peaceful now either. After the trade conference, the prison base and a few other factions have been at odds. I think it's only a matter of time before something happens. Alright, I'll wait for your news."
After hanging up the broadcast with An Lan, the construction of Xiao Fan's barracks was also completed.
Xiao Fan immediately placed the barracks.
Compared to the power plant, the barracks occupied a much larger area.
Unlike the game version that looked like a giant statue, this was a real barracks, including dormitories, a mess hall, a training ground, a firing range, and more.
The barracks could accommodate a total of seven hundred people, and each person assigned to this unit had their own bed.
Finally, he had provided the soldiers with a warm home, and Xiao Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
Next up should be the ore refinery, right?
But when Xiao Fan opened it, he discovered that after completing the barracks, three new types of buildings had appeared.
[Mining Camp: Cost 100,000 gold, must be built near mineral deposits, comes with one armed mining vehicle and 20 staff.]
[Radar Station: Cost 80,000 gold, round-the-clock radar scanning, covering a diameter of two hundred kilometers, comes with 10 staff.]
[Commander's Mansion: Cost 20,000 gold, featuring luxurious furnishings and various household appliances, a panoramic terrain map of Yunzhou City, a high-tech modern design, and a quaint countryside atmosphere – the ideal residence for the commander.]
Of these three buildings, the mining camp could not be built yet, as the gold mine was located in the Xing'an Mountain Range, and Xiao Fan needed to go there before he could place it.
For now, he could build the radar station and the commander's mansion.
Looking at the funds he had left, over 250,000, Xiao Fan decided to build the mansion first. It would only take two hours, and he could build the radar station before bed.
He first selected the commander's mansion, then the radar station in sequence to save time.
Two hours later, as night fell, the mansion was officially completed.
Returning to the reserved location for the mansion, Xiao Fan placed this building.
A three-story modern villa rose from the ground.
While setting the radar station to construct, Xiao Fan led his security squad into his new mansion.
The south-facing villa was situated at a high point in the city, second only to the height of the radar station.
The metal sliding gates were not particularly fortified, but the adjacent guard room was no decoration.
The original wild fruit trees and such had already been tended to by the engineers and now resided by the pond where Little Ba lived, also enclosed within the mansion's courtyard.
Following the golden fallen leaves, stepping on the blue brick path, crossing a small bridge over a stream from the pond, then circling through a covered walkway, one could reach the main entrance of the villa.
Of course, Xiao Fan could also simply walk through the central courtyard, but that would lose the ambiance.
The villa had two floors underground and three above ground.
The basement level was a parking lot that could accommodate ten vehicles.
The lower ground floor housed a wine cellar and a recreation room for working out and watching movies.
The first floor had a living room and kitchen. The living room was eight meters high, with a luxurious chandelier. By the window side of the living room stood a miniature terrain map of Yunzhou City.
The second floor had bedrooms and a study.
The third floor had a massive terrace and the master bedroom. From the terrace, one could overlook the entire City of Dawn.
And the rooftop had a special facility – a helipad.
Helicopters could take off and land on the rooftop, which was very convenient.
Xiao Fan's master bedroom even had a glass ceiling, allowing him to gaze at the falling snow and leaves or the starry sky at night while lying in bed.
Upon entering the bedroom, the lights were voice-controlled, but not just anyone's voice could control them. Only Xiao Fan or someone he authorized could set voice controls in the room.
Sitting on the massive sofa on the first floor, looking at this house that he could never have dreamed of before, Xiao Fan felt that he might have become corrupt.
Just as a regiment commander, he was living in such a mansion. If he became a brigade or division commander in the future, wouldn't he be living in the heavens?
As Xiao Fan was indulging in these fanciful thoughts, the communications officer approached him.
"Commander, urgent news from Yan Yun."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
