The fat man looked at the rising and falling clouds in the sky, and his emotions fluctuated like these dizzy vegetables, which was elusive. He had already received news that Alatan wanted to evacuate last night.

That night, all the people were summoned to the only way to the Tatar Kingdom. A place called Refeng City, which belongs to the marginal area of ​​Jingxian Province, so there are some remaining survivors, but more are zombies. Under the threat of zombies, they can only hide and survive in lingering.

Song Beichuan also sent people to lead these people to the base of Shengtian City. At least in this way, they don’t have to worry about food. They also have a relatively good medical environment when they are sick. However, most of the people here have a kind of obsession and obsession with their hometown. They are unwilling to leave. Even if the place becomes like this, they are unwilling to leave.

Of course, Song Beichuan would also respect their wishes and tell them that if you have any needs, please come to him.

In this way, we have established a good relationship with these thousands of survivors, and a small number of people will come to join him every year. Although there are not many, they have been continuously continuous. After all, in this environment, if we do not rely on the big tree of Song Beichuan, life will be extremely difficult.

Another point is that because this is the edge of Jingxian Province, Song Beichuan is unwilling to clean up the zombies here because they are unsafe and there is no need. If the national borders are expanded, the zombies here will be cleaned up, but now is not the time.

After the fat man came to this place, he wanted to find the leader of these survivors. He was a 69-year-old man named Liu Shunyuan. His ability to unite these people was pretty good. At least he didn't have to worry about food and clothing. Although he was not as good as the food in Song Beichuan, he could also allow children to eat and drink and grow up.

"Captain Liu, it will become a battlefield soon. This time the enemy is very powerful. We will fight in this city to block the enemies that are about to come. I hope you can lead the masses to evacuate as soon as possible."

Liu Shunyuan was hunched over, his hair was almost white, but he was still neatly combed behind his head, making him look very energetic. He pinched the crutches in his hand a few times and said, "We don't plan to evacuate!"

The fat man was shocked and said, "Do you disagree with us blocking the enemy here? This is also impossible. This is the only way for the enemy. Moreover, these terrains are complex, which is most suitable for encounters! So we have no choice! Please be sure to support our work."

Liu Shunyuan smiled kindly and said, "Little baby, you misunderstood what I mean. We are not going to stay and stop you from fighting here, but to assist you. Don't you have to carry your cannons? Do you have to provide someone with your food and water? Let's just let us do it! Usually, your governor, Song Beichuan, treats us well. Just food is delivered to a truck every month. We all remember it in our hearts. Now when we give our part, we must not refuse. It's just that the elderly, children, and the unmarried and unborn girls, let them hide first. Do you think this is OK?"

The fat man was so moved that he could not speak for a moment, and even felt a little ashamed. When Song Beichuan gave them food for free every month, he stopped him, and there were many fragments in his mouth, so he said a lot of words like "Free Dry Farm" and "Food" in vain.

But at this time, people knew how to repay kindness, which made him feel ashamed. At the same time, they admired Song Beichuan. They used such a little food at the beginning, but now they have received such great help.

With the help of these people, the fat man was naturally happy. According to their estimates, the enemy was likely to arrive here between nine and ten o'clock in the morning, and now it is two o'clock in the morning. To be honest, this environment is extremely harsh, with low visibility, and zombies are wandering around from time to time.

In such an environment, they have less than eight hours left. If they want to win this war, they must do these preparations well.

Huang Tian paid off his best. With the joint efforts of all the soldiers and local people, he prepared all the plans and traps prepared in advance, but the enemy did not arrive according to the time they calculated.

After Yuan Cheng investigated, he found out that these people were leaving very late, so they had to arrive at least around noon. The fat man was a little impatient, which was simply consuming his patience and disrupting his rhythm. He immediately leaned against a wall and slept for a night.

Seeing him like this, Yuan Cheng knew that he was so tired these days. He withstood such a great pressure. Now he finally saw real hope. The time before he got the revenge thing was the most difficult.

Half an hour later, Yuan Cheng's intercom rang and answered, "I am Yuan Cheng, I am Yuan Cheng."

"Report to the commander-in-chief, the enemy has reached the border of Refeng City and is expected to arrive in less than half an hour!"

Unexpectedly, the fat man didn't need to wake up, and immediately got up from the ground and said, "Damn it, I'm waiting to die." Then he pulled out his pistol from his waist and said, "Everyone has it! Follow the plan! Get ready for the battle!"

Yuan Cheng looked at his full-hearted appearance, and a burst of blood suddenly burst out from his body. Not to mention the thousand people sacrificed by the Hungry Wolf Group, all the soldiers of his Hidden Army were treasures, but they sacrificed nearly thirty people as soon as they arrived. Does anyone know how much effort it takes to cultivate these thirty people? He could only swallow the pain, nor could he cry or cry, and even these soldiers could not even enter the Anning Mausoleum. (According to regulations, the Hidden Army personnel must have a spirit, the spirit of dying in the darkness, and they will never be remembered, without names or identities, because they carry too many secrets, and in order to keep this secret, they must pay this price.)

When all the staff were ready, the fat man stayed in a residential building and set up his command here. This time he did not plan to fight with the other party head-on, and his style of fighting against Maimang was the last time because of this style of playing, which made his troops pay a heavy price.

He must not make the same mistake twice.

So he divided the remaining more than 40,000 people into 32 small teams, and could merge into medium-sized teams around at any time to fight with the enemy. Of course, the fat man could not lead the way this time and charge as usual.

But this just proves that he is ready to do his best. If he rushes into the team on the battlefield, he will increase morale to the soldiers below. However, the shortcomings are very obvious. He cannot accurately observe the changes in the battlefield. If a stray bullet unfortunately hits him, the blow to the soldiers will also be huge.

So this time he must assume the responsibility of a professional commander and set up a contact station in this building to accurately contact each officer below to know their location and weapon loss.

At this moment, the fat man suddenly felt a slight shaking under his feet. This feeling was so familiar, which made them recall the last defeat. What was still unchanged when they were still there was the shock brought to them by the motorcycle troops!

Nearly 10,000 motorcycles were driving on the weed-covered asphalt road. The zombies around them were attracted by the roaring sound of the huge engine. They did not know how fearful they used their bodies to block the front, but they were of no use. They could even be described as pitiful. They were instantly twisted by the wheels rotating at high speed, dyeing the wheels black and red. A few hundred meters long carpets, white bones, and twitching fingers were paved on the asphalt roads, but they were full of climbs.

A foul odor spread instantly, and even through the glass cover, it could not be blocked. Moreover, the front of the glass cover was covered with rotten meat, and Altan opened in the front, so the more serious it was.

When no zombies emerged again, he clicked the cleaning button on the control panel, and several folding brushes immediately stretched out under the glass cover, and then sprayed out water, beginning to reason about the rotten meat on it.

Just as I opened my sight, Altan suddenly stared ahead, and saw a black spot getting bigger and bigger. Finally, I saw a shell clearly, and the flames were sprayed from the tail, coming towards me!

With a loud bang, Alatan's motorcycle was blown up in the air, and it turned several times in succession, landing horizontally on the ground.

He was tied with a seat belt, so he was not injured. Then he shouted to the intercom, "There are enemies, but don't bother me, evacuate as soon as possible." If the situation was not urgent, Altan would fight the enemy no matter what, but at this time he could only endure it silently.

After landing on the ground, the motorcycle behind him roared past, and he couldn't fall behind. He drove the motorcycle back with a slight operation. At the same time, he also found that the shell just now had the greatest impact on him, which was actually a concealment of his vision.

The rotten meat covered by the glass cover just now, because water was added and the heat emitted by the shells hit by the shells, caused the rotten meat stuck to the glass cover to become black and more solid, and no matter how they are cleaned, they will not be effective.

This made him very annoyed. In the current situation, except for a small visible part in front of him, there was no sight on the left and right sides, including the rear, and the smart ones cast a little highlight.

The fat man saw clearly in the building with a telescope, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart: "God is helping me, but I didn't expect these zombies to have such miraculous effects."

Immediately took out the walkie-talkie and said, "First Company, Third Battalions! Kill in from the side to attract some enemies. The other five battalions and Second Battalions will make them look good after those enemies come in!"
Chapter completed!