Yu Dong took training extremely seriously.
After warming up, everyone started to run. Yu Dong shouted:
"Starting today, everyone in the Salvation Army will participate in morning training sessions to improve their physical fitness and learn how to fight zombies."
"Physical conditioning will consist of three main components: strength training, endurance training, and weapons training. Yu Chengfei will serve as the drill instructor."
"In addition to physical conditioning, field combat personnel will also undergo firearms training. This includes daily target practice, reloading drills, and firearm maintenance, with Lv Sheng as the instructor."
At these words, everyone grew visibly excited. A college student shouted:
"Boss! Where are the guns?"
Yu Dong said, "From now on, you report before you speak!"
"Reporting!"
"Go ahead."
"Are we really going to get guns? Where are they?"
This time, Yu Dong was building his team from the ground up, and he intended to instill discipline from the very beginning.
His people needed to be not only loyal, but also disciplined.
"They’ll be here soon."
"Huh?"
Everyone was a little confused.
After two more laps, a barrage of gunfire erupted from outside the park.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Everyone was shocked!
The group ground to a halt.
A smile spread across Yu Dong’s face. "Don’t be afraid. The ones bringing us our guns have arrived."
He opened the park’s main gate to reveal a line of men on electric scooters waiting outside.
Leading them was the old but hale Song Jinchuan. His trademark silver hair, usually loose, was tied back in a rough braid today. His once-dapper white beard was gone, and he had changed into a green combat uniform. He held a rifle in one hand, the muscles of his forearm taut beneath a rolled-up sleeve.
’He looks at least ten years younger than he did in my past life!’
’I always thought of him as just an old man who strategized from the rear, contributing mainly his prestige and cunning. I never imagined he could fight on the front lines...’
’Song Jinchuan is much tougher than I gave him credit for.’
’Even at sixty-four, he’s still built like a bull...’
"Song, I rarely saw you take the field yourself in my past life. You look pretty sharp in that gear!"
"One must be prepared for danger, even in times of peace. These past few years have been quiet, but I never dared let my skills get rusty. Now, with half of my family dead, I have to take the field myself to support your plan, Mr. Yu."
Of all the leaders Yu Dong had chosen, Song Jinchuan was the first to pledge his absolute fealty.
He was betting everything the Song Family had in this life on a single gamble... for a future where his son, grandson, and other family members would all survive.
Song Jinchuan believed the sooner he made this decision, the better. By deciphering the coded message Yu Dong had left and dealing with the threat at sea, he had already proven his worth. Banking on that, and on the merit of being one of Yu Dong’s first followers, he reasoned that if a vaccine was truly developed in the future... his family would certainly be first in line to receive it.
Over the years, the Song Family had managed to dodge countless overt attacks and hidden plots, make a fortune at sea, and always get out unscathed, all thanks to his precise sense of timing.
Going all-in on Yu Dong was possibly the last decision he would ever make for the future of the Song Family.
Seeing Song Jinchuan’s do-or-die spirit, even at his age, solidified Yu Dong’s own resolve.
"Song, I can’t guarantee whether we’ll succeed or fail this time, but I promise you this... no matter how many lifetimes I go through, the Song Family will always be my greatest allies. I will not forget the help you’ve given me. Whatever you want, I will give it to you."
The two intelligent men knew exactly what the other was thinking. It was a straightforward, aboveboard deal, and Yu Dong had no intention of refusing it.
Since Song Jinchuan was willing to commit to him, it meant that in this life, and in every life to come, the Song Family would now be counted among his core team members.
And these were highly-valued core team members!
CLICK—
Zhang Wei recorded the moment, then seized the opportunity to say, "Since Uncle Song agrees with our boss’s philosophy, then... why not join the Salvation Army outright?"
"Just call me Song... The ’Uncle’ part makes me sound too old, like I can’t fight anymore. Now, this Salvation Army... what’s it all about?"
"The Salvation Army is a team with me, a Reincarnator who can revive infinitely, at its absolute core. Our mission statement is to liberate Yanhai City, create a safe environment for scientific research, and devote all our efforts to developing a vaccine for the zombie virus. We fight for this life and for the lives to come, with the ultimate goal of saving our world!"
’Of course, the ’infinite revival’ part is just for show. I’m not actually sure about that myself, but it makes it easier to persuade people... Even Yin Shuangyang bought it.’
"Excellent! Yes, excellent! This is what we want as well. The Song Family... will join the Salvation Army!"
Just like that, the Song Family was in, becoming core members of Yu Dong’s team.
In one fell swoop, Yu Dong had gained 18 capable hands.
And it was no exaggeration—even the wives and sons-in-law of the Song Family knew how to pilot a boat. They were a bona fide family of seafarers.
"So, where are the guns, Song?"
"Our truck is stuck on a street over there. A multi-car pileup has the whole road blocked. We were short on manpower, so we fought our way here first to link up."
"That’s a small problem. I need two people. Go get the two bulldozers from our warehouse and bring them out."
This massive industrial park was, after all, packed to the gills with useful things.
Between Yin Shuangyang’s wealth and connections, and Yu Dong’s experience, they had acquired a very comprehensive set of supplies.
Their drones, for example, were far more advanced than anything they’d had in the last life. They wouldn’t even need to touch the ones Jiang Zhuoyu had stashed away in his logistics warehouse for the time being.
’It’s true what they say. With enough money, you really can do whatever you want.’
Just then, several of the surviving construction workers volunteered to drive the bulldozers.
Song had brought ten men with him, each armed with a Southeast Asian-made AR-15 clone. They used small-caliber 5.56mm rounds, which made the rifles easy to control and accurate, with more than enough power to kill a zombie.
RAT-A-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!
Two large bulldozers rumbled out of the park, their immense roar echoing through the surrounding streets.