75: Chapter 75 Frenzied Development

However, Smith, who was raising a glass to celebrate in the White House, would never know.

He thought he had severed Daxia's arteries.

Little did he know, Daxia had long since connected to another heart.

Moreover, this so-called "excess capacity" on Earth was not even enough to fill the gaps between the teeth of the greedily gaping Zombie World.

Sunan Military Region, Tianmen Project.

This place was no longer the empty platform from half a month ago that only housed an Otherworld portal.

Under Daxia's terrifying mobilization capability of "concentrating forces to accomplish great tasks", a full two mountains were completely hollowed out.

A super underground transit hub that only existed in science fiction movies was roaring and operating in the belly of the earth with an unprecedented posture.

Above the dome, tens of thousands of high-power searchlights like small suns illuminated the place as bright as day.

And on the ground, "Rumble" — — the tremors of the earth never stopped for a single second.

A full fifty heavy-load railway dedicated lines, like fifty winding steel dragons, tore through the strata and extended here from freight stations all over the country.

"Woo — —!!!"

The shrill sound of the whistle echoed in the enclosed underground space, making people's eardrums ache with pain.

Train after train of heavy freight trains carrying fifty or even eighty carriages roared into the platform.

On the carriages, they were piled high with materials mocked by Western media as "industrial waste":

Mountainous piles of No. 4200 high-strength deformed steel bars.

Tens of thousands of standardized precast concrete slabs.

Boxes upon boxes of high-energy compressed biscuits that were enough to choke a person to death.

And those photovoltaic solar panels, lithium battery packs, and old-fashioned generators that became unsalable due to the "trade ban"...

If it were before, this would be the end where they rusted and rotted.

But now, this was the starting point of their new life.

"Hoisting team, attention! Train in Zone A3 entering the station! Unload at full speed!"

"Transfer team, get ready! Target: Zombie World portal! Clear the platform within one minute!"

Over the broadcast, the dispatcher's voice was hoarse and urgent.

High in the air, thousands of giant gantry cranes danced like a steel forest.

The huge electromagnetic sucker crashed down, easily lifting tens of tons of cargo like catching dolls, and then accurately slamming them onto heavy trucks that had been waiting for a long time.

These trucks had undergone special modifications, pitch-black throughout, without Daxia's license plates, and only with bright red numbers sprayed on the doors:

[Pioneer-10010], [Pioneer-10086]...

And right in the center of the base, that blue portal leading to the Zombie World had completely stabilized at this moment.

It was like a tireless behemoth, opening its blood-stained giant mouth with a diameter of more than ten meters, quietly waiting to be fed.

"Set out!"

Following the order.

The hundred-ton kings loaded with materials formed an endless steel dragon.

The drivers stepped on the accelerator to the end and rushed toward that light gate without hesitation.

Hum — — ripples flickered.

Every 10 seconds, two heavy trucks disappeared into the blue light screen.

Every hour, enough materials to build a skyscraper were swallowed up.

Every day, more than 100,000 tons of Daxia industrial products were transported to another world.

This was Daxia's confidence.

As a nation that engraved "infrastructure madman" in its DNA, the people of Daxia were obviously not satisfied with merely exploring.

What they wanted to do was Otherworld colonization, Otherworld transformation.

It was to forcibly smash the truth of "if you want to be rich, build roads first" into that Otherworld full of zombies and collapsed order!

...

Meanwhile.

The other end of the portal.

Zombie World · Daxia's First Forward Base.

If the Earth side was orderly busyness, then this side was wild boiling.

More than ten days ago, this was still a dead city ruin, everywhere with wandering rotting corpses and broken walls.

And now?

A steel fortress full of cyberpunk style had risen from this wasteland, just like a miracle.

The special concrete high wall up to thirty meters high surrounded an area of twenty kilometers in radius like an iron bucket.

A full three layers of steel plates were poured on the wall.

Let alone the claws and teeth of zombies, even if a tank's main cannon bombarded it, it could only leave a white dot.

Above the wall, every ten meters was a fully automatic close-in weapon system turret.

This kind of killer weapon originally used by warships to intercept missiles was now extravagantly used to fight zombies.

Once the infrared radar scanned any biological heat source trying to approach.

"Buzz — —"

The six-barreled rotary machine gun would spew out a half-meter-long tongue of fire, instantly tearing the target into flesh and blood.

Inside the fortress, it was even more clamorous with voices and brightly lit.

"One-two-one! One-two-one!"

The neat chanting of slogans resounded through the clouds, and teams of soldiers wearing dark green military uniforms were patrolling in formation on the streets.

But the protagonists here were not just soldiers.

There were even more builders.

Su Mingyuan crossed the portal and took a deep breath of the slightly moldy air here.

He picked up his phone, opened the officially developed "project dawn" work software, and glanced at the latest construction number of the Zombie World:

[Military personnel: 100,000. Construction personnel: 300,000. Number of accommodated aborigines: 20,000.]

Four hundred and twenty thousand people!

This was already equivalent to the population size of a medium-sized county on Earth!

Moreover, this number was still skyrocketing at a speed of tens of thousands of people every day.

Among these people, there were veterans who had just retired and yearned for the battlefield;

There were eighth-level fitters who lost their jobs because of the USA trade war but possessed top-notch technology;

There were also ordinary young people who carried mortgages and car loans and wanted to take a gamble.

They signed that "labor dispatch agreement" contract with simple and crude terms domestically.

[Location: Confidential.]

[Mission: Construction.]

[Treatment: Annual salary starting from 500,000, family members enjoy martyr-level preferential treatment, children get bonus points for the college entrance examination, and the sacrifice pension is 5 million.]

In that Main World where the trade war was about to break out.

This contract was a straw to save lives, a golden ladder leading to class leap!

Therefore, they came without hesitation.

Building roads, building bridges, building factories, and farming.

In the Zombie World, the second home of Daxia civilization was being established.

But all of this had a prerequisite — — "Only allowed to enter, not allowed to exit."

The reason was very simple: confidentiality.

Human nature cannot withstand testing.

If these 300,000 people were allowed to come and go freely, no matter how thick the confidentiality agreement was signed, the news could definitely not be blocked.

After all, Daxia now was like a young man holding a peerless treasure but not yet fully practicing his divine skill.

Although holding the trump card to subvert the world in his hands.

But in terms of absolute strategic deterrence, we still had to guard against it.

Just imagine.

If the USA was let known that Daxia possessed a "Second Earth" that could endlessly suck blood, have infinite resources, and even have infinite possibilities;

If they realized that those proud "trade blockades" were nothing more than scratching an itch for Daxia, or even invisibly helping Daxia;

If they understood that they were destined to suffer a disastrous defeat in this century game and never have a day to turn things around...

What would those Anglo-Saxon and Jewish elites with pirate blood flowing in their bones do?

Surrender?

Admit defeat?

No!

According to their bandit logic of "if I can't get it, don't you think about having a good time either" and "rather than losing hegemony, drag the world to be buried together".

President Jack, who was already on the verge of madness, would definitely make a move a ten thousand times more crazy than the trade ban.

For instance... pressing that red nuclear button.