Night’s Nomenclature

Return Countdown160:00:00.

Only eight hours have passed since the last crossing.

Qing Chen felt that crossing was so hard for the first time.

"Forward!" Qing Chen said coldly.

More than 600 refugees followed him quickly across the road to the bank he had set as his target early in the morning. The door was open, and inside were seven pale corpses.

"Mengqian, tell me if any rats are watching you," Qing Chen said.

He and Zhang Mengqian stood at the entrance, using their sixth sense to confirm whether they were being watched by rats.

"Speed, speed, run, don't talk!" Qing Chen kept arranging for the refugees to enter the bank, and only after they were safe did he and Zhang Mengqian flash in.

In such an environment, Qing Chen could finally relax for a moment.

Liuchong asked: "Boss, hasn't the Lower Third District fallen?"

Qing Chen pondered for two seconds: "It won't fall, there are people we can trust guarding it."

Guardians' Union will not let him down.

Qing Chen turned to everyone and said: "During the rest period, everyone is not allowed to make loud noises, nor are they allowed to approach the gate. I will notify you when it's time to leave. No one is allowed to touch anything in the storage room without my permission."

The refugees sat on the cold ground of the bank, and several adult men, taking advantage of their strong physique, snatched the few benches in the bank and lay on them, completely ignoring the elderly and children.

Qing Chen just glanced at them and didn't bother.

At this time, a struggle came from the bank manager's office, it seemed that a woman was gagged and was trying to call for help.

Someone whispered inside: "You also saw that I helped everyone resist the Rat Tide, and if you encounter danger on the road, I can save you. The world is already in chaos, you have to rely on men."

The voice was small, but it couldn't escape the ears of Zhang Mengqian and Qing Chen, which were blessed by Dragon Fish.

Qing Chen said without even opening his eyes: "Mengqian, break the man's arm and remember to gag him first."

Liuchong, the Kestrel, was stunned. The Boss didn't even let him do it, instead letting the 14-year-old boy handle it.

And the boy was used to it, not seeming to think there was anything wrong with it.

Zhang Mengqian nodded. He casually picked up the fire extinguisher on the ground and walked towards the room.

Soon, a muffled wail came from the room, then stopped abruptly.

Wang, the female star, gathered her torn clothes, limped out of the office, and cried while covering her mouth.

She had already lost her high heels and changed into a pair of dead man's sneakers on the road, which were not quite comfortable.

Zhou Jieyi, seeing this scene, went straight to Qing Chen, but Liuchong stopped her in advance. Liuchong looked back at Qing Chen: "Boss?"

Liuchong was sensible; he could let Zhou Jieyi leave, but he was worried that the Boss had other ideas.

Zhou Jieyi asked Qing Chen through Liuchong: "Can you protect me? I can"

Qing Chen said calmly with his eyes closed: "Leave."

He didn't even finish listening to what the other person said, nor did he offer any explanation or comfort.

Zhou Jieyi pursed her lips. She looked at Liuchong, the former bodyguard, but found that he was no longer the obsequious person he used to be, but was staring at her with a serious face: "Please leave."

At this time, Zhang Mengqian came back with the fire extinguisher. He glanced at Zhou Jieyi and said, "Don't do anything extra; the Boss will naturally save you."

Night fell. Qing Chen originally planned to go out to scout the way, but at this moment, he suddenly heard the Rat Tide marching in the distance.

He suddenly raised his arm, and everyone in the bank lobby subconsciously held their breath.

Qing Chen slowly got up and stood in front of the bank door, looking out through the Venetian blinds.

He saw a dense Rat Tide heading straight for the Lower Third District.

Qing Chen was stunned.

These Rat Tides are going to attack the Lower Third District!

If Xiao San and the others follow their plan, then the Lower Third District should be the toughest nut to crack in the city right now.

And the Rat King is now commanding a part of the Rat Tide to attack the Lower Third District, which means that the Rat Tide is about to enter the third stage!

At this time, Qing Chen saw that even though City 10 had already entered early spring, it was snowing, and the temperature was much lower than during the day.

A late spring cold snap had arrived.

Qing Chen recalled the meteorological data he had read. The probability of a late spring cold snap occurring in the Federation in history is 57%, and the night temperature will drop below zero degrees. At that time, it will be very difficult for the Guardians' Union to resist the Rat Tide.

The spring snow will immediately turn into mud on the ground.

Falling on people, it will wet their clothes.

I wonder if the Guardians' Union is prepared?

Return Countdown144:00:00.

Midnight.

Behind the Ninth District defense line, a Home Family member sat against the sandbags, biting a protein bar that looked like a candle. He looked up at the heavy snow in the sky and whispered, "Bad luck."

He said to Xiao San, who was sitting on the ground beside him, "Third Brother, quickly find some warm clothes for the Home Families; without clothes, everyone won't be able to survive the night. Also, let the refugees take some to the wilderness; otherwise, the people who pass through the Key Gate will freeze to death outside!"

The temperature was still 4 degrees in the morning, but now the temperature has suddenly dropped to below zero. Many refugees are wearing thin clothes; without clothes, they might freeze to death in the wilderness.

However, Xiao San, while chewing on the protein bar, said, "I've already asked Qin Shuli of the Golden Family to prepare them; they're in the building behind the defense line. The Leader told us before we came, he said that the Federation's history has what percentage? Anyway, he said that the climate may be affected by the cold current from the north, and we must be careful to keep warm."

When the Guardians' Union organized the residents to evacuate, it was too hasty. The Home Families couldn't forcefully ask everyone to leave and then remind them to put on their clothes; that would be weird.

It would be cruel and caring at the same time, which would confuse the residents.

At that time, the Guardians' Union's top priority was to force the residents to leave, and other things could be put on hold.

Xiao San calmly continued chewing on the protein bar: "Do you think our Leader is the reincarnation of Zhuge Liang? He can give you three strategies to help you overcome danger; how can he think of everything?"

The Home Family member beside him whispered: "Actually, Zhuge Liang wasn't that great; he was just good at internal affairs; you've clearly been misled by Romance of the Three Kingdoms."

"You know a lot," Xiao San patted the back of his head and then shouted loudly to the distance: "Chen Zhuoqu, Hu Jingyi! We're guarding the defense line; you guys come and distribute clothes to everyone! You'll each get 50 points when you return!"

Chen Zhuoqu looked at him: "I don't want the points this time."

"Hey? Why?" Xiao San was stunned.

Chen Zhuoqu calmly said: "This is something all human beings should do out of morality; it's within my duty."

Xiao San scratched his head: "Are you being so clear-cut?"

To be honest, Xiao San still hasn't learned how to get along with Chen Zhuoqu. This girl has her own code of conduct, different from the world and from most individuals' codes of conduct.

Therefore, when her code clashes with the world's code, her straightforward personality will hurt you.

But this is also Chen Zhuoqu's personal charm; those who like and appreciate her will especially appreciate her, such as Little Seven.

Those who don't like her will think she doesn't know how to behave; for example, Xiao San.

Everyone has their reasons, but Chen Zhuoqu doesn't seem to care; she doesn't think anyone can be liked by everyone.

"No matter what, distribute the warm clothes first," Xiao San waved his hand, "You won't have dinner tonight if you don't distribute the clothes; hurry up!"

However, at this moment, Xiao San suddenly heard strange noises coming from the dark street behind him.

He quickly stood up, squinting his eyes to try to see into the darkness, and picked up the walkie-talkie to ask: "All high-rise posts, tell me the street situation!"

The walkie-talkie responded: "Nothing unusual!"

Xiao San was stunned. He suddenly shouted, "No, it's an attack! Everyone return to their fighting positions, prepare to fight to the death!"

The next moment, someone on the walkie-talkie suddenly shouted: "Rat Tide! Xiao San, the Rat Tide is here! They've been using the buildings to block their progress, avoiding the posts' sight!"

Another post also said on the walkie-talkie: "I've also encountered a Rat Tide; they're launching a full-scale attack!"

You must know that this is urban warfare. The Guardians' Union can indeed set up posts on high-rise buildings, but the posts' vision will also be blocked by countless buildings.

And those rat groups have become clever enough to learn how to avoid the posts' sight.

They no longer swarmed the streets like a surging tide, but quickly marched along the shadows between the buildings, wanting to catch the Lower Third District off guard!

Therefore, until the Rat Tide was very close, the posts discovered them!

Xiao San's scalp tingled: "Are these still rats? This is a special forces unit! Damn it! Hold the line; no one is allowed to retreat; if they break through the line, the refugees behind will all die!"

The Rat Tide had already emerged from the darkness, only 400 meters away, and would arrive in an instant.

The thin bodies of the rats marched, and they seemed to run like thousands of horses on the ground.

However, at this time, Xiao San suddenly saw many Home Family members trembling beside him.

These Home Family members had not participated in real disasters and wars; even when fighting gangs, there were people like Xiao San and the Golden Family charging into battle. So, seeing such a terrifying Rat Tide, they were inevitably afraid.

These Home Family members may have been small shopkeepers or factory workers a few months ago; they may never even killed a chicken in their lives.

They have never faced disaster.

Xiao San took a deep breath and fiercely roared into the walkie-talkie: "Everyone, the Leader said that this world needs new heroes; in this battle, kill the cowardly self and become heroes. Open fire!"

The Lower Third District fire line sounded loudly; the sound of huge guns was deafening.

The firepower suppressed the Rat Tide 150 meters away from the defense line, but the Rat Tide was not afraid of this dense barrage of fire.

The front-line rats died, and the rear would quickly follow up.

At one point, Xiao San thought that this batch of Rat Tides was strange; their movements were not as fast as those he had seen last night; they seemed to be incompletely evolved.

Wait, when he got closer, he discovered the difference. The rats that moved faster were dark black, while these were gray.

"I understand; the Rat Tide is using incompletely evolved rats to deliberately consume our firepower," Xiao San said bitterly.

But even if he knew the Rat Tide's intentions, could he not shoot?

He had to fight to the end!

Slowly, the Rat Tide began to approach the defense line; they forcibly paved a bloody path with their lives!

The Guardians' Union only had a few thousand guns, and there were more than 12,000 Home Family members, plus gang members, a total of 50,000 people. Only one-tenth of them had guns.

It's too difficult.

Xiao San watched as the Rat Tide continued to approach, and roared again: "Those with guns, use them sparingly; those without guns, prepare to step up!"

The next moment, tens of thousands of gang members between buildings actually charged out under the leadership of the Home Family members, one by one, holding cleavers. Some people couldn't find cleavers; they picked up stools and followed them to the front line.

The Rat Tide came to the defense line, only to see that they easily jumped onto the defense line. Xiao San put down his gun and pulled out two cleavers from his waist, frantically hacking at the rats swarming up the defense line's sandbags.

The Home Families went crazy, blocking the front of the defense line, hacking at the rats.

The more fearful they were, the harder they hacked.

However, fear gradually turned into anger, and their arms gradually stopped trembling.

Rats pounced on a Home Family member, but the Home Family member, who had cultivated the Zhunti Method, directly tore the rat off and stuffed it into his mouth, biting its neck.

Blood flowed from his mouth, like something from hell.

Behind the defense line, the residents silently watched this scene. Only when the Rat Tide really came could they truly understand that under the ferocious appearance of the Home Families, they hid such love for this world.

These people who were fighting gave their hope of survival to them first.

At this time, a Home Family member beside the Key Gate roared: "Hurry, hurry, keep going, don't stop! This is the time they bought with their lives!"

Chen Zhuoqu, Hu Jingyi, and other Time Travelers stuffed stacks of clothes into the hands of the refugees: "After you get there, make sure to give priority to the elderly, women, and children. Thank you. Everyone, keep moving forward, don't stop!"

Even now, only one-ninth of the refugees in the Lower Third District have evacuated!

Too little!

However, it was at this time that some young people suddenly left the team. The Home Family members responsible for maintaining order were stunned. Just as they were about to kick the young people back into the team, they saw that the young people's expressions became resolute: "I'm not leaving; give me a cleaver."

The Home Family member was stunned, then shouted: "Give him a cleaver!"

After the young man took the cleaver, he shouted to a girl in the team: "After we pass this gate, tell my parents thank you."

Then, he turned around and rushed to the front line with the cleaver.

Slowly, some more young people came out from the team: "Give me a cleaver!"

"Give me a cleaver!"

When the cleavers ran out, they distributed stools; when the stools ran out, they distributed frying pans.

This team had no advanced weapons or a particularly strict organizational structure, but in times of crisis, not only did the number of people not decrease significantly, but it was slowly increasing!

Xiao San watched more and more unfamiliar faces come to the front line. He thought that perhaps this is what the Leader said: When you sincerely face the world, the world will surely give you something in return.

Someone shouted on the walkie-talkie: "A defense line is about to collapse; request support!"

The entire defense line of the Lower Third District was divided into 50 sections, each with a section leader in charge. The A defense line was only 600 meters away from Xiao San and the others.

Xiao San said on the walkie-talkie: "Wait, I'll be right there!"

Then, he was about to rush over with his cleaver.

At this time, a window in a building behind him suddenly had eight Jade Heart Swords pierce the snow and whiz to the point where the defense line was about to collapse.

The eight Jade Heart Swords were like cutting grass, cutting down the Rat Tide on the ground, coming without a trace, going without a trace.

The A defense line erupted in cheers; Metahumans had made a move!

Xiao San suddenly turned his head to look upstairs, but saw He Jinqiu, wearing a gray suit and holding a black staff, standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window.

Beside him were a middle-aged woman and a young man.

Xiao San didn't expect that Boss He would appear here; they hadn't noticed when he arrived.

The next moment, someone on the walkie-talkie said again: "There's chaos in the rear of the Rat Tide!"

Everyone looked intently and found that the rear of the originally well-trained Rat Tide army had begun to collapse.

The originally continuous Rat Tide army arriving at the defense line was gradually dwindling, as if a river had suddenly had its source cut off!

What's going on?

Xiao San shouted: "Get me a telescope!"

As he spoke, a Home Family member next to him handed him night vision binoculars. Xiao San clearly saw four figures moving crisscross in the Rat Tide; each crisscross seemed to have invisible threads cutting the Rat Tide in half.

The four people were like rocks standing on the sea in the midst of thousands of rats.

Wait, isn't the one in the middle the Leader?

Xiao San murmured: "The Leader is here! The Leader is here! Come, follow me; let's go meet the Leader!"

Those Home Families who had not seen Qing Chen before were excited: "I'll go with you!"

As he spoke, the three puppets beside Qing Chen were already covered with rats. They couldn't find the necks of the puppets, so they started to bite frantically.

The pain from the puppets was constantly transmitted to the three boxers, but they were helpless. Qing Chen was going to burn the meaning of their lives.

The Rat Tide now abandoned the defense line and rushed towards Qing Chen. They seemed to know that eating such a person was more useful than eating 10,000 ordinary people!

Xiao San saw this and became anxious: "Quickly, quickly, quickly save the Leader!"

But in an instant, he saw Qing Chen looking at each other across the Rat Tide; the calm eyes had no fear.

"Wait, don't go out," Xiao San didn't know where the confidence came from; at this moment, the Leader didn't need their rescue.

In a flash, when Qing Chen confirmed that all the Rat Tides were rushing towards him, he suddenly bent down and touched the muddy ground moistened by the snow water.

"Three Disasters."

The young man's pupils were golden, and a large amount of thunder was drawn from his palms with mud and water; the golden lightning spread, and the light was brilliant!

The golden electric arc danced wildly on the ground; they pierced the bodies of the rat group, as if a thunderbolt from the sky had fallen into the mortal world, bringing down a real natural disaster.