When the late autumn sun shines on the soil of Anling Village, it shines on the ground and produces a layer of white frost at night. Just a layer of white frost makes it seem like nothing has happened here.

Song Beichuan lay in bed and slept for only four hours. Then he brought the people from Anning Village to discuss how to resettle these twenty people.

In a small room, they had long been decorated into a conference room, and a small round table was placed in the house. There were several stools around them, but now they have already sat on it.

Zhang Shouren, Chen Lao, Fatty, and Song Beichuan, the four of them are discussing how to deal with these people.

The fat man strongly opposed letting them live in Anning Village because these people did not do good things after all. The fat man followed Yang Wangfu these days. The fat man had seen what they did, so he now strongly opposed it.

But Song Beichuan lit a cigarette at this time and took a deep breath to dispel the trouble of insufficient sleep.

"I want to keep these people as our armed forces."

"Are you crazy? You don't know who they are. You can even chop off women's fingers without hesitation."

Two blue smoke emerged from Song Beichuan's nostrils, then took a deep breath and carefully savored the pleasure brought by the cigarette.

"I know, but that's the situation, let alone Lei Biao, the one who was bad. I remember that Cao Cao issued a charity order to demote the wise ministers and officials who have climbed up from the bottom of the past and today, saying that they are nothing great. As long as you can have the skills to govern the country, it doesn't matter if you are not kind or filial.

Think about it, heroes like Cao Cao dared to abandon the previous rules of employment, and the morality of the people has become the talent of the people. What a shocking theory. With the actual situation, he slapped the doubters hard. He can do what Cao Cao can do, and I, Song Beichuan.

Moreover, in today's world, there are so many perfect people, with good character and very reliable. Why do you have good things?

In fact, soldiers are like swords. The important thing is to erase their thoughts, just those who obey the orders and hold the swords.”

This is not an exaggeration. When the Yellow Turban Rebellion, Cao Cao failed to assassinate Dong Zhuo. He was driven by the official army and fled to the east and west. After the eighteen princes attacked Dong Zhuo in an unbeatable and divided situation, Cao Cao relied on the Yellow Turban Remaining Army to house 100,000 Qingzhou soldiers to establish a country. What a heroic spirit. Without Yuan Shao’s family background and Dong Zhuo’s time, he stood at the forefront of the times with courage and wisdom.

He looked at the fat man and knew that he was still unwilling to do so. He changed his mind and stimulated him with his words, "Fat man, I feel unsure. I don't look like your personality, my Grand Marshal Tianpeng!"

"Who said he was unsure!" the fat man hurriedly retorted.

"Since you are not afraid, then you will leave these people to you. You will be their captain in the future. When you have combat missions, you have to be energetic for me. You can't be as squinted as a woman on the battlefield."

"Just look, I have to train these kids to be yelling wolves on the battlefield until the last drop of blood in my body is drained."

As for this, Song Beichuan trusted the fat man very much. He had this talent. As the saying goes, a soldier would be a general. Although he had no right skills with Song Beichuan on weekdays, he was very prestigious to the people below and was quite like a general.

At this time, Zhang Shouren on the side said, "What should we do with that Yang Wangfu? He used too much force last night and is still lying on the bed."

Song Beichuan nodded and said, "He is indeed a trouble."

However, I immediately remembered that his murderous spirit last night was numb and the corners of his mouth were unnaturally raised, but this scene did not escape Chen Lao's eyes.

"Let's settle down first. After all, the house belongs to him. If you can drink water and remember the source, you still have to thank him if you can do what you are now."

Then we discussed other trivial matters, and then Fatty and Zhang Shouren went to work hard.

Only Mr. Chen and Song Beichuan were left to sit alone in the conference room.

"Why didn't I kill Lei Biao directly yesterday?"

When Song Beichuan heard Mr. Chen say this, he beat him up and laughed, "Grandpa, don't you want to give him a chance to revenge? It's so satisfying to take revenge with your own hands. He might have to thank me if he wakes up."

"You fart!" Chen Lao cursed directly: "I know what you think. You just want to see the bloody scene of two people fighting each other in life and death."

Seeing that the old naughty boy in daily life instantly saw through his thoughts, he was a little unhappy, but there was no change in his face, and he still smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. Chen, don't be angry with me, I promise it's the last time! I will kill him directly in the future, so don't worry."

The elderly are like children, just coax them a few times. After all, like this, it doesn’t happen from time to time, and some things can be played once.

Then, he came to the place where these people were imprisoned. These people knew that Song Beichuan not only let them go, but also could accept them. They were all excited and clapped and cheered with gratitude.

Song Beichuan asked them to promise that they could leave as long as they joined the village, but they would never betray or hurt the people in the village. Everyone could kill anyone who violated this iron law.

Of course they didn't dare. Everyone had seen Song Beichuan's courage, courage and ruthless methods yesterday, leaving an indelible impression on these people. It seemed that in his eyes, everyone was transparent and he could read out the ideas of these people at will.

At the same time, Song Beichuan also learned an important news.

There are still many survivors, and some of them, which have reached a sufficient scale. According to what these people said, they once saw more than a hundred people in a sewer. They were almost destroyed by the entire army at the beginning, but fortunately, they fought to the death and died four or five brothers before they ran out.

Song Beichuan also expected that the rise of the new order is nothing new due to the destruction of power. Now it can be said to be a game in a torrent. On the one hand, we have to think about how to escape the cruelty of zombies at night, but on the other hand, we also need to strengthen our strength to ensure that we are not eroded by other forces.

Under the witness of time, after their strength gradually increases, the human life begins to expand. When there is a chance, who would not want to climb to the top?

He immediately ordered the fat man to train these former security personnel and not underestimate these security guards. They have some combat strength, and some are even veterans, with a good foundation.

Song Beichuan also stipulated that there was no need to participate in farming, only training, and fighting training was carried out every day. This was because the number of bullets was limited and the way to obtain bullets was too dangerous. With these people, they did not dare to go to the military camp. There were many zombies in the military camp, and they all wore steel helmets, all of which were armed zombies, with a large number and difficult to kill.

So it is very difficult to deal with these zombie troops with their heels.

He was unwilling to take this risk even if he was beaten to death, not to mention that there was more than just one way to expand his strength.

At this time, Song Beichuan knew that his strength was far from enough, so he could only lie in this corner, wait for the opportunity, and move with the flow. As the saying goes, the times are the times to create heroes, so why should he be anxious?

Then Song Beichuan came to Yang Wangfu's ward and wanted to see his situation. Seeing him looking at the ceiling with empty eyes, his wife and children were with him expressionless, like a puppet who had lost his soul.

When he saw someone coming in, he looked carefully and it turned out to be Song Beichuan, and his face regained a little vitality.

His relationship with Song Beichuan was extremely complicated. On the one hand, he was playing with and applauding, but on the other hand, he helped him cleanse the humiliating blood hatred.

However, with the gratitude after revenge, Yang Wangfu couldn't help but thank him.

"You are here."

Song Beichuan asked with concern: "How is your health? My sister-in-law is getting better?"

He was not false, Song Beichuan was such a person. He just wanted to pick up the butcher knife to the enemy, but he would also care about his friends, especially his good friends whom he identified.

Yang Wangfu's wife naturally thanked him, but the nightmare of losing a finger could no longer be saved. She thanked Song Beichuan repeatedly: "Thank you for your help, kill Lei Biao's trash."

"No need to say more, you two are now rest assured to recuperate from the wound." When he said this, he gave Yang Wangfu a look.

He was not stupid either, so he said to his wife: "You take Shuoer out, I want to say a few words to Boss Song alone."

After seeing her and her son go out, Song Beichuan turned his head and said to him, "How is it, I hope you stay here."

"I don't have the right to stay here. I almost harmed everyone here. I don't even know whether I am alone or not."

"I know your difficulties. You don't have to blame yourself so much. Relax. This is your home after all."

When Yang Wangfu heard the word "home", two lines of tears burst out from his eyes. Can he still have a home? He started from scratch and worked hard day and night to become a billionaire. Since then, he has been rich. Only he knows how much sadness lies in the gray hair on his temples.

But in the blink of an eye, there was nothing, everyone went crazy, living people were crazy, dead people were even more crazy, his dignity and human dignity had long been taken away from his body like silk little by little.

He must thank Song Beichuan for being alive now. He knew that he could be a human being again. When he used the hijab to chop Lei Biao into meat paste, his enemy's blood poured on his face, he stood up, and he was no longer a stray dog.

Looking at Song Beichuan's strong and strong face, he asked, "Can I still live again? I don't know, I feel like I'm standing up, but I feel like I'm still kneeling."

"Forgot yesterday, forget your past achievements, and work hard for the rest of your life for our family." Song Beichuan said with a brilliant smile.

When Yang Wangfu heard this, he could no longer control his tears, and burst into tears like a child who was wronged.

After half an hour, his mood finally stabilized and he said to Song Beichuan: "Can you give me that hibiscus?"

"Take it."

He nodded and said to Song Beichuan: "You are an amazing young man. If you can take us out of the haze, I will follow you without any effort in my life."

When Song Beichuan heard this, how could he be unhappy? He patted his shoulder and said to him: "In the future, brothers are no longer suitable for each other, so you don't have to be so disgusted."

He nodded, then suddenly remembered something, and said, "Bichuan, I have a message to tell you."
Chapter completed!