Kong Fansheng was pacing anxiously in the house, watching Song Beichuan smoking cigarettes one by one, unable to help but say, "You are saying something! You still have the intention to smoke where to smoke! Can you think of some solutions?"

Song Beichuan vomited all the smoke from his lungs, glared at Kong Fansheng, and said, "What are you shouting? You are annoying? I'm not annoying? Do you think I didn't hear what the boy said just now? What a giant zombie, a flying hunting ghost, I heard it all. Am I helpless? If I had a way, wouldn't I have spoken earlier!"

Kong Fansheng stood there in a daze, looking at Song Beichuan so angry, because he had always looked furious since he met Song Beichuan. It was really extraordinary to get angry like now, just like an honest person who kept silent, suddenly got angry, and the roar he made was the same.

"Okay, okay, continue to think about it, why are you anxious? Anyway, my troops are now defeated. Except for the soldiers deployed in Jianmen Pass, all my soldiers have been shrinking in the Guanzhong area. I just need to save my nest. As for the others, you can find a way to go."

Hearing such despairing words, if someone else had already gotten up with him, he would have fought against the enemy, but he would have shown this in a failure. Who would have been happy?

Song Beichuan took a puff of cigarette at one time. He must stay calm now and not let anger interfere with his decision. He said to Zhang Zongbing beside him: "Can you please pour me a glass of ice water?"

Kong Fansheng also said, "Give me a bowl of hot and sour soup, and I'm so hungry all night long."

Song Beichuan shook his head. This guy is not bad either. Song Beichuan often looks for common characteristics in people and found that as long as he is a foodie, his temperament will generally not be bad. Look at it, people who don’t eat or the other don’t eat will probably not be good.

Not long after, the ice water was delivered to him, and Kong Fansheng's hot and sour soup still needed to wait for a while. After taking a sip of the ice water in front of him, his brain instantly emptied a lot and leaned his head on the sofa.

In my mind, I was thinking about how to deal with the zombies in front of me. First of all, there were many unknown new zombies in the enemy, flying ghost hunting, and giant zombies with three heads and six arms. It was extremely difficult to take out one of them alone, but what I had to face this time was that these monsters were gathered together.

Perhaps there are more strange zombies in the enemy's camp, which are all problems that need to be faced in future wars. However, there is an advantage now, that is, the zombies' marching speed is extremely slow and they do not know how to drive vehicles.

Vehicles are slightly different from guns. Vehicles need to use hands and feet, and they need to turn and brake, while guns only need to aim and pull the trigger. Therefore, if the zombies want to invade forward, they can only rely on their feet. The speed during the day will slow down, which will give them more time to deploy.

The fat man led his troops yesterday afternoon, and Guangyuan will be three days away from here. He can definitely deploy the troops before those zombies. Now he only needs to pay attention to the emergence of new zombies, not just those two, but beware of other new zombies.

Song Beichuan took another sip of cigarettes, and the hot and sour soup that Kong Fansheng wanted had been delivered. The sound of his blowing hot and sour soup entered Song Beichuan's ears, causing some anxiety.

But now it is not a matter of these times. The cigarette butts in his hand that he extinguished. The environment in which the fat man was in could only be left to fate. He almost combined with known information, made the most comprehensive arrangements, deployed the troops in the city, and launched street battles with the enemy, making the enemy's advantage in numbers less obvious. As for whether he could win this war, it was still difficult to judge.

On the other hand, Song Beichuan had to consider arranging the Hidden Army to the depths of Shuzhou, which was the base area before Chang Geng. Yuan Cheng's recent report was also actively mobilizing soldiers and preparing to use airborne methods to penetrate deep into the enemy. As long as useful news can be found and proved that these zombies are not that strong, Song Beichuan can see hope.

After thinking through this, he stood up and walked straight upstairs. Kong Fansheng glanced at him, swallowed the hot and sour soup in his mouth, and said, "Have you thought of any good idea?"

Song Beichuan said without looking back: "No, I just figured out some things."

"What's the matter."

He stopped and still did not look back, saying, "The stronger the opponent, the more deadly the weakness will be. Defeating this army of zombies can only be accomplished by luck."

There was a big reason why Song Beichuan said this because Altan's unparalleled cavalry at that time did pose the greatest threat to him in history, but his weakness was so fatal. Perhaps he would not have figured out before he died that the weakness at the bottom of the motorcycle was engraved on him before a soldier led his death.

If they had had such a hint of humanity at that time, they knew how to clean the battlefield and bury all the bodies, they might not have lost so tragically.

Then he continued to go upstairs and returned to his room. Looking at his back as he drifted away, Kong Fansheng cleaned the hot and sour soup in the bowl, breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that he felt much more relaxed. Food always had the power to heal people's hearts.

"Add another bowl for me." This kind of hot and sour soup was very popular with Kong Fansheng. He had already drunk a bowl of so big face, but he still felt that he was still unsatisfied.

Zhang Zongbing took the bowl and said, "Master, don't drink it anymore. You know your body best. This kind of thing will make your condition worse."

Kong Fansheng frowned, waved his hand, and said, "Whether pot is not opened, it is just cancer! As the saying goes, since ancient times, no one has died. Eating and drinking is considered good. I will not treat the disease, and I would rather eat to death than go!"

Zhang Zongbing shook his head and said, "You have to take care of yourself. The entire northwest still needs you to rule. If it weren't for you, this place would have become fragmented."

"Hmph, have you seen that boy? If this battle can be won, even if I don't die, he can still hold me back. I believe he has this ability. If it were five years ago, I would have to fight him in any way, but now I don't have the intention. I used to be unwilling to accept old age. It turns out that the behavior of aging is not on the hair, but on the fight, and I can't do it anymore." Kong Fansheng shook his head helplessly.

Zhang Zongbing bowed his head and said nothing at this time. He was also a cautious person. Perhaps Kong Fansheng just used Song Beichuan to test him. If he praised Song Beichuan, he would be rebellious. If he belittled Song Beichuan, he would be particularly hypocritical.
Chapter completed!