Zhang Chen couldn't help but look at the man a few more times.
It wasn't that his resume was particularly special, but rather his curly hair was exceptionally eye-catching.
"This guy's hair is really distinctive..."
Zhang Chen said with a smile.
"Right, right, he looks like a little fluffy puppy! But not as handsome as Brother Erpang!"
Xiaobai said with a grin.
"Yeah, yeah, Brother Erpang is the most handsome!"
Mò Rǎn chimed in playfully.
Zhang Chen smiled and set the file aside, then slowly walked back to the window.
The world outside the wall was a bit brighter than the world inside.
At this moment, the outside world seemed to have undergone earth-shattering changes once again.
Originally, the world only had infected beings, mutated plants, and some low-level insects.
Now, the sky had become colorful. All sorts of large birds flew to and fro, seemingly preying on mutated giant mosquitoes.
Occasionally, a dragonfly about two meters long, with colorful patterns all over its body, would fly past the window, its wings flapping, its claws clutching a squeaking six-legged strange insect…
This world… was becoming increasingly terrifying…
Meanwhile, at the Revival Camp & True God Cult Congregation.
Zheng Hao looked at the corpses of terror birds littering the ground outside the city walls, then at the wounded within the city, and couldn't help but frown.
Just ten minutes after Zhang Chen sent him a message informing him that the third phase of the apocalypse was about to arrive early.
The Revival Camp was attacked by a tide of terror birds.
These terror birds preferred to attack densely populated areas, while camps with fewer people were relatively safer.
The strength of terror birds wasn't formidable, but they were much more powerful than mutated giant mosquitoes.
Moreover, their claws, giant beaks, and shrill cries could inflict great damage on survivors.
Especially when hundreds or thousands of terror birds shrieked in unison, even the strong would temporarily lose their ability to resist.
In the battle just now, more than three thousand terror birds were eliminated.
The camp suffered 300 casualties, with countless injured.
These terror birds were merely an appetizer before the arrival of the third phase, and even the appetizer was this difficult to handle.
Once they entered the third phase and faced even more terrifying attacks…
Zheng Hao looked at the people in the camp, a hint of worry creeping onto his brow: He feared that by then, there would be only a handful of survivors.
It was fortunate that Zhang Chen had informed him of this news in advance.
Otherwise, he might still have been in the dark.
Waking up the day after tomorrow, he might have found the entire camp gone, or even… not had the chance to wake up at all.
But there was still one day. What could be done in this one day…
Zheng Hao lightly tapped the tabletop with his hands, frowning as he thought hard.
"Old Zheng, the wounded have all been treated. With Doctor Bai here, fortunately, there were no infections leading to zombification!"
"Also, two camps want to join the True God Cult. One is a Japanese camp, and the other is a Filipino camp."
"The Japanese have over a thousand people, and the Filipinos have over five hundred!"
"Moreover, our scouts recently discovered many newly gathered survivor camps in surrounding cities."
"After suffering attacks from terror birds, they all want to defect to us, wanting to huddle together for warmth… and they express their willingness to join the True God Cult."
"What do you think? Should we enlist them all?"
Qian Zhenyu reported, holding a small notebook.
"Heh, they're willing to join the True God Cult at this time? Weren't they all so proud before?"
"Facing disaster, they're all calculating their own interests, seeking help at the last moment, wanting us to be their shield?"
Zheng Hao said disdainfully.
"Indeed, the suppression of the apocalypse has suddenly been advanced, and even the system didn't give any prompts. It's too rushed!"
"And according to the 30-day plan, our members would definitely have been able to advance to advanced metamorphs, giving us the confidence to face the upcoming stages."
"But now, our growth plan is only halfway through, and most of them are at the strength of intermediate metamorphs."
"Entering the next stage at this level is likely to be a path of no return!"
Qian Zhenyu sighed.
"Yes, with only one day left, it's hard to expect our people to grow stronger…"
"How many intermediate metamorphs at stage 2 are there now?"
Zheng Hao suddenly asked.
"Let me see… Currently, there are 650 people in the camp who have reached intermediate metamorph stage 2, 233 at stage 3, only you are an advanced metamorph, and 2352 are at intermediate metamorph stage 1."
"The rest are basically at the strength of early metamorphs. This group suffered the heaviest casualties during the terror bird attack."
Qian Zhenyu reported unhurriedly.
This was also thanks to Zhang Chen helping to destroy the Nilo people's army earlier, which allowed the Revival Camp to profit greatly.
By eliminating enemies five times their number, they absorbed a large number of crystal cores.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have had so many strong individuals at or above the intermediate metamorph stage.
Looking at other camps, intermediate metamorphs were already considered captain-level existences, and many non-combat personnel were even at the Awakener level.
"Group the weakest individuals, 2000 people per group!"
"From now on, immediately launch attacks on all surrounding survivor camps!"
Zheng Hao said with a cold expression.
"Ah? What, launch an all-out attack on all surrounding camps?"
"But… but they were planning to defect to us…"
Qian Zhenyu was a bit stunned.
"It's precisely because they intend to defect to us that their guard is lowest at this moment!"
"We launch a surprise attack. With our numerical advantage and strength advantage, we will crush their camps in one fell swoop!"
"No matter men or women, leave no survivors!"
Zheng Hao said with a firm tone.
"This… this…"
Qian Zhenyu said "this" twice, then struggled to find words for the rest.
After a moment, he organized his thoughts and continued to ask:
"Then should we assign some strong individuals to command these 2000-person units?"
"This way, if we encounter enemy strongholds, we'll have a countermeasure and prevent our people from suffering too many losses…"
"Sigh…" Zheng Hao looked at Qian Zhenyu helplessly.
His old friend was very capable, but his heart was too soft, causing him to sometimes misjudge the situation.
Now that it was a matter of life and death, he was still concerned about the survival of the weak.
"No need to assign any strong individuals. If they survive the battle, then they are the strong. If they die, it's just survival of the fittest!"
"Also, group all the intermediate metamorphs into four teams, responsible for the aftermath work after the battle!"
Zheng Hao said.
"Aftermath work?"
Upon hearing this term, a chill suddenly rose in Qian Zhenyu's heart. He seemed to finally understand Zheng Hao's intentions…