Doomsday Rise

This time the government moved quickly. On the third day after the army was withdrawn, they sent personnel into the slave area to clean the battlefield. In simple terms, it was to collect corpses. The corpses of the soldiers must be recovered and buried one by one. It is said that it is second, and the important thing is that the body of the slave must be recovered and cremated, otherwise, the plague will be troublesome. Regardless of political future or personal security, those in power in Tianfeng Province do not want to see it.

The army **** and the government rubs its buttocks, but who killed his grandson. The government had to work with its nose twisted.

Such things as corpse collection are not only done by government personnel. Surviving slaves, as long as they have strength, are also doing it. For this matter, the interests of both parties are the same. The government does not want to get sick, and the slaves are even more. Be realistic, they still want to live.

Liu Weian was the first to send someone out, but his purpose was not so simple. He was going to collect loot. Whether it was guns and ammunition or military clothing on the body, he needed it. In addition to briefs, Everything else was swept away. In addition, the wrecked helicopter wrecks and the burning armored vehicles were all garbage to the military, but to Liu Weian, they were treasures and must be recycled. Before the other forces did not respond, all were taken away.

The tank was discovered at this time.

The condition of the tank was very bad. There was a large area of ​​burns. From head to toe, there was almost no complete skin. If everyone knew the armored car, if it wasn't for him, he could still make a faint sound. Few people knew he was crazy and excited tank.

Although Liu Weian spared no effort to treat the tank, everyone knows that everything depends on God's will. If the tank can be sent to the hospital for treatment, it is estimated that there is still a little hope of living, but in the slave area, nothing is needed, and it really depends on God's will. Liu Weian called Zhou Xingchen and asked if he could get a temporary pass. Zhou Xingchen was very embarrassed this time. He frankly said that if it was before the Holocaust, he could be accustomed to it. Because of the rebellion, no one dares to take risks at this time, even if it is to give no more money. Even with normal documents, this time is estimated to be several times longer. This is the case for officials, preferring to do nothing, rather than doing wrong.

Liu Weian silently, can only entrust Zhao Kangcheng to get a little more medicine, not afraid of expensive, just ask for it. Maybe the tank didn't want to die, maybe the human body on Mars was better. After eight hours of coma, the tank woke up and escaped from the danger of life. After drinking a little water, there was still a mood to ask how the battle was going. It was a pity to hear that the battle was over, as if not enough.

"As long as you are still in the slave area, are you afraid that there are not many opportunities like this?" Liu Wei'an entered the room at this time, and it has been arranged as a temporary ward.

"Unfortunately there are no female nurses," Tank joked.

"I'll go to the Red Light District of Commercial Street and buy one for you and ask her to do striptease for you every day, would you?" Liu Wei'an smiled.

"Wait until I'm fine." The tank fought a cold war. He burned more severely than circumcision * surgery. It swelled up, and it's no wonder he didn't hurt.

"We are also a comrade in the trenches, what do you want, you say, as long as I can do it, I will be satisfied." Liu Weian said.

"People are not dead, it is already the greatest happiness, what else can I expect?" Tank sighed suddenly. "Unfortunately, the sixth master, the third master and the old sister-in-law, the old guy of Zeng Jin, there are still a few I'm lucky, too. "

"Don't think too much." Liu Wei'an was silent for a while, then looked up: "No conditions now, I will find a way to change your skin in the future to ensure another beautiful man."

"What's the relationship between beauty and ugliness in the slave area?" Tank laughed, just because there were a lot of bandages on his head, and his voice was a bit vague. "I don't marry my wife, it's a **** to be able to live."

Seeing that the tank was in good condition, Liu Wei'an left with a few words of relief, and he still had a lot to do.

Within a day, there were too many forces to conquer, resulting in more foreign populations than the local population. These foreign populations were unsure. This was a very dangerous thing. However, after he went out, he found that everything was well organized in Times Square. Imagine that the situation of messing up with people sitting on the west station did not appear. Everyone had his own business. He was very busy. I asked the hairy monkey to know all this. It's all thanks to Fang Xiaoyuan.

Speaking of Fang Xiaoyuan, his face was obviously with admiration and admiration. It turned out that after the conquering forces were brought back, they were all disrupted by Fang Xiaoyuan for the first time, their heads and brains were all isolated, and then slaves of different forces intervened to form teams, thus avoiding them having other thoughts.

If a person suddenly comes to an unfamiliar environment, most of them are alert and disturbed, but if there are familiar people around them, their courage will be more calm. Fang Xiaoyuan did this to keep them calm.

The first step is to let these people be in a trance state. The second step is to let people do ideological and political lessons. In fact, it is not considered politics. It simply describes the rules of Times Square. For example, you must not urinate or mess around. Throw trash, don't bully the weak, etc., then the most important point is to allocate work.

From working for yourself to working for others, there will naturally be dissatisfaction. At this time, the big move came out. I found a few unscrupulous people to kill the banner flag, and the rest were quiet. After the stick, it's carrots.

When the steamed buns and steamed buns came out, these slaves who never felt a sense of belonging immediately took Times Square as their reborn parents. After eating and drinking, Fang Xiaoyuan sent these people to dig out garbage. This time, no One person has complains, all of them exerted twelve minutes to work.

When I saw Fang Xiaoyuan again, Liu Wei'an had the illusion that he had been separated for a long time. Actually, it was only a few days. Maybe it ’s because she's full. Fang Xiaoyuan's face is no longer blue. Although she is still not very bloody, she can still see obvious changes compared to when she just bought her. Her hair is neatly combed and dressed plainly. The old clothes could not stop the able breath from her body.

"It seems that you have adapted here, I'm relieved." Liu Wei'an said.

"Master." Fang Xiaoyuan shouted respectfully.

"Look at you reluctantly, don't call it." Liu Wei'an gave her a glance. The slave must call her owner the master. This is a rule, but Liu Wei'an doesn't care so much.

Fang Xiaoyuan stopped talking.

"The hairy monkey said that you had something to do with me?" Liu Weian asked.

"I want to know your intentions so that you can make a clear plan for Times Square. A Times Square without clear goals cannot be developed." Fang Xiaoyuan looked calm.

"Are you already thinking?" Liu Wei'an glanced at her.

Fang Xiaoyuan found a piece of paper, spent a circle on it, and then drew three lines on the side, saying seriously: "This circle is the location we know, the slave area, just at the junction of the three empires. Any empire wants to occupy this place, but the three nations stand tall and no one can succeed. This is our opportunity. However, it is too far to say now. "

Fang Xiaoyuan drew a small dot near the Dahan Dynasty and said, "We are now at this location, close to the Dahan Dynasty, and the nearest Tianfeng Province is more than 100 kilometers. It is destined that our development cannot be separated. Tianfeng province. We need to develop without resources and money, but we do n’t have both. And here, no policy is possible, so we have to think of other ways. "

"We have someone." Liu Weian emphasized.

"If the dynasty sends a special force, it can easily eliminate tens of thousands of people here, or even more." Fang Xiaoyuan glanced at Liu Wei'an. "A lot of people, is it useful?"

Liu Wei'an suddenly sounded the two missiles, speechless.

"The only thing we have is these **** mountains that are not resources. People can barely count them, at least before they pose a threat to others. It is still a bit useful. In addition, the biggest resource is the land here. The circles are all ownerless. "When Fang Xiaoyuan said the words ownerless, a sudden burst of madness appeared in his eyes ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ What do you want to say? Liu Wei'an suddenly discovered that he still underestimated Fang Xiaoyuan.

"These days, I have been thinking about how to use this land." Fang Xiaoyuan stared at the drawings.

"and then?"

"How could it be so easy." Fang Xiaoyuan showed a ridicule of self-deprecating expression. "If it is so easy, this land will not turn to you and me. However, there is no waste in the world, only resources that are misplaced. This land It's not useless, it's just that I can't think of any usefulness for the time being. "

Liu Wei'an stared at the circle on the white paper, and three lines, and lost his thoughts.

"One more thing, Times Square is expanding, I don't object, but the slaves have to choose, the old, the weak, and the sick, don't bring them back." Fang Xiaoyuan glanced faintly, "We are not a charity here. "

Liu Wei'an frowned, and didn't speak.

"Also, according to my plan, Times Square can accommodate about 15,000 people, and more will not create much value. After the number of people is full, the extra people do not have to be brought back." Fang Xiaoyuan again Road.

"No, there are hundreds of thousands of people in this slave area. Even if so many are killed, there should still be more than 100,000 people. These people, we cannot give up." Liu Weian resolutely said.

"Women's love." Fang Xiaoyuan shook his head slightly. "In this case, I had to implement a supplementary program, the 'Urban Reconstruction Plan'"

Urban reconstruction? Liu Wei'an frowned again.

Three days later, the sphere of influence of Times Square has shrouded a radius of 500 kilometers, occupying all the garbage mountains, with a population of 8,000 people, the number of cars increased to 30, and the guards expanded to 500 people. Every day, a continuous stream of decomposed materials is transported out. It is after the fourth day when everything enters the track. Early the next morning, Liu Weian left the slave area, passed through the gate, and entered the civilian area.