Looking at the burly man in front of him filled with murderous aura, Xiao Fan couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
This guy was a bit different from the infantrymen he had imagined.
"Tell me about your situation?" Xiao Fan sat on the hospital bed and gave his soldier a military salute, his face also becoming serious as he unconsciously stepped into the role of commander-in-chief.
"Commander-in-chief, we infantrymen have all undergone basic military training. Our combat effectiveness will continue to improve as we increase in rank. Each Red Alert unit starts at no stars and as we kill more targets, we will gain stars, up to three stars maximum. Among Red Alert units, the marksmanship of infantrymen is not the best, but we also know basic combat skills. With no stars, every infantryman can easily defeat two average adults, and we have no fear. "
After speaking, he introduced his firearm.
"We use the Type 81 automatic rifle, with a total length of 955 mm and weighing 2.5 kg. It is equipped with 7.62mm caliber ammunition, with a 30-round magazine that automatically replenishes every 24 hours. Under normal weather conditions, the effective range is 400 meters!"
After listening to Wang Zhan's introduction, Xiao Fan was secretly delighted.
As expected of a soldier. With this physique, he was stronger than ordinary people. Just standing there in a group gave off a strong sense of pressure.
Also, the Type 81 automatic rifle had been battle-tested. It was solid and reliable with good performance. Plus the automatic replenishment of ammunition every day was like a magic weapon for him right now, since he had no ability to produce bullets.
Xiao Fan looked Wang Zhan up and down and noticed he had a military backpack behind him.
"What's in here?"
"Commander-in-chief, there are rations for one meal and my sleeping bag inside. The sleeping bag can be used to rest. I only need to sleep four hours a day to ensure abundant energy. The rations for one meal include a canteen, two compressed biscuits and a can of beef. These foods also replenish every 24 hours as my basic survival rations."
Xiao Fan was also a military enthusiast and knew about military rations, but looking at Wang Zhan's physique, this didn't seem like quite enough.
"That's just one meal. What about your other two meals?"
"Commander-in-chief, other food needs to be provided by you. We can collect it on your orders, then you can process and distribute it!"
Xiao Fan was surprised: "I also have to be responsible for cooking?"
At this time, Annie answered on Wang Zhan's behalf: "Commander-in-chief, you can assign someone else to cook. But the Red Alert system has not endowed ordinary soldiers with the talent for cooking. Or you could produce a cooking squad in your combat sequence after you get promoted to company commander."
Xiao Fan nodded. Indeed, it would be asking too much for ordinary soldiers focused on combat and sentry duty to cook.
But his own cooking skills really weren't up to par either. He was just a lowly squad leader. He didn't know how long it would take to get promoted to company commander. It looked like he should try to find any survivors who knew how to cook.
Snap!
"Commander, watch out!"
As the two were talking, suddenly a pitch-black claw reached in from behind Xiao Fan's bed!
It turned out that the zombies outside had finished the corpses and sensed the sounds or smells coming from the ward, already tearing open the mattress to attack!
At this critical moment, Wang Zhan pounced over and grabbed the zombie's claw, slowing its actions and allowing Xiao Fan to narrowly dodge the zombie's strike!
Xiao Fan was also greatly shocked and hurriedly retreated.
The mattress was torn further as three zombies outside, one doctor zombie in a white coat and two patient zombies in hospital gowns, struggled to push the hospital bed, about to rush in.
Xiao Fan hurriedly said to Wang Zhan: "Are you injured?"
"It's fine. It takes time for the zombie virus infection to take effect, enough for me to deal with the zombies."
"Can you smoothly handle these few zombies?"
"Commander-in-chief, it would be easier to shoot them, but gunshots here are likely to attract more zombies. So please wait in the corner of the ward while I take care of them in close combat."
Xiao Fan nodded and dragged his injured leg to the corner of the ward, wanting to see how Wang Zhan would handle the zombies at close range.
He saw Wang Zhan take the rifle off his back and with a flick underneath the barrel, it split apart with a click, revealing a bright bayonet!
The gleam and sharp blade tip with its three blood grooves proved this was definitely a killing tool!
All of this made Xiao Fan, a military enthusiast, look on with shining eyes.
With the bayonet in both hands, Wang Zhan stabbed towards the doctor zombie who was just about to come through the door!
Puff!
A pillar of black blood shot upwards!
With this standard thrust, the bayonet directly pierced the zombie's forehead, piercing through the back of its skull and sending blood and brain matter flying!
The zombie who had just been snarling ferociously now widened its eyes in shock. Wang Zhan swiftly pulled out the bayonet and the zombie's body immediately collapsed limply without even a twitch, having lost all vitality.
Compared to Xiao Fan's record of killing a zombie with three shots, the infantryman's combat effectiveness could definitely be described as powerful!
After killing the doctor zombie with one strike, Wang Zhan kicked its body aside, then brandished the bayonet to attack again.
Another patient zombie was just about to rush in but was also struck down by Wang Zhan.
After consecutively killing two zombies, a small accident occurred when facing the third zombie.
Being too close, and not wanting the zombie to enter and threaten the commander-in-chief while blocking the door, Wang Zhan did not evade the swipe of the zombie's claws and was raked across the chest, leaving several wounds. The zombie was originally human so its nails weren't sharp, but after mutation they had grown to around five centimeters, as sharp as small knives, directly leaving these gashes on Wang Zhan's chest.
However, Wang Zhan did not hesitate either, finishing off this zombie with another thrust.
After the triple kill, Wang Zhan swiftly went to one of the female patient zombies, took a gold necklace from its neck, and brought it inside to Xiao Fan.
"Commander-in-chief, here."
Xiao Fan took it and converted 33 gold, bringing his total funds up to 35.
Looking at the wounds on Wang Zhan's arms and chest, Xiao Fan frowned, just about to speak, when Annie's upgrade prompt sounded: "Commander-in-chief, don't forget your medical kit."
Xiao Fan was startled, and hurriedly took out his medical kit.
Opening it, there was a medicine for treating wounds and stopping bleeding, some bandages, and a pale blue serum.
The serum could treat the zombie virus, without a doubt an invaluable item in the apocalypse. It could prevent infection.
But for Xiao Fan it didn't matter, since the system equipment refreshed every 24 hours.
Without hesitation, he gave the serum to Wang Zhan: "Drink this."
Wang Zhan immediately followed the order unconditionally, taking the serum and drinking it down in one gulp.
Xiao Fan also took out the medicine and applied it to the wound on his leg, then took the bandages and crudely wrapped it.
With the medicine and bandages applied, the wound instantly felt warm and much more comfortable.
Taking out his backpack, he put away the medical kit, and Xiao Fan simply took off his patient gown as well, changing into the squad leader military uniform given by the system.
Dressed in greens from head to toe, the crisp uniform even had shoulder marks, with two crossed rifles over one thin stripe.
Putting on his military cap and revolver at his waist, checking himself out in the ward mirror, Xiao Fan felt he looked simply dashing.
Before he could finish admiring himself, Wang Zhan was already reminding him.
"Commander-in-chief, this ward is no longer safe. The zombie corpses at the door will soon attract more zombies. We must transfer locations quickly!"

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

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.”

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."