The government acted quickly this time. On the third day after the army withdrew, it sent personnel into the slave area to clean the battlefield. In short, it was to collect the corpses. The corpses of the soldiers had to be recovered and buried one by one. However, these were difficult for government personnel. Said, it is secondary, the important thing is that the corpses of slaves must be recovered and cremated, otherwise, it will be troublesome if a plague occurs. Whether it is political future or personal safety, the people in power in Tianfeng Province do not want to see it.
The army shits, the government wipes the butt, but who lets the grandson die? The government has no choice but to screw up its nose and work hard.
Collecting corpses is not only done by government personnel, but also by surviving slaves, as long as they still have the strength. Regarding this matter, the interests of both parties are consistent. The government does not want to get sick, but the slaves do not want to get sick. Let’s be realistic, they still want to be alive.
Liu Wei'an was the first to send someone out, but his purpose was not that simple. He was there to collect the spoils of war. Whether it was guns, ammunition, or military equipment on the corpse, he needed everything. In addition to briefs, Everything else will be swept away. In addition, the wreckage of the several blown-up helicopters and the burned armored vehicles are just garbage to the army, but to Liu Wei'an, they are treasures and must be recycled. Take them all away before other forces can react.
That's when the tank was discovered.
The tank was in very bad condition, with extensive burns, from head to toe, and almost no complete skin. If everyone hadn't recognized the armored vehicle, and if he hadn't been able to make a weak voice, almost no one would have recognized him as the crazy and excited man. tank.
Although Liu Wei'an promised to save Tank at all costs, everyone knows that everything depends on God's will. If the tank can be sent to the hospital for treatment, there is probably some hope of survival, but in the slave area, it doesn't matter what you want, it really can only depend on God's will. Liu Wei'an called Zhou Xingchen and asked if he could apply for a temporary pass. Zhou Xingchen was in a dilemma this time. He admitted frankly that if it had been before the massacre, he could have been more accommodating, but recently, the authorities have been keeping a close eye on him. Because of the rebellion, no one dares to take risks at this time, no matter how much money they give. Even if you apply for normal documents, this time is estimated to take several times longer. This is what officials are like, they would rather not make meritorious deeds than do wrong things.
Liu Wei'an was silent and could only entrust Zhao Kangcheng to get more medicines. He was not afraid of the cost, but only wanted the best. Maybe Tank didn't want to die, or maybe people on Mars were in better shape. After being in a coma for eight hours, Tank woke up and was out of danger. After drinking some water, he was still in the mood to ask how the battle was going. It was a pity to hear that the battle was over, as if we hadn't fought enough.
"As long as we are still in the slave area, are we afraid that there won't be many opportunities like this?" Liu Wei'an walked into the room at this time, which had been set up as a temporary ward.
"It's a pity there are no female nurses," Tank joked.
"I'll go to the red light district of the commercial street and buy you one. Let her striptease you every day. Do you want it?" Liu Wei'an said with a smile.
"We'll talk about it after I get better." Tank shuddered. The burn from his job was worse than that from a circumcision. It swelled up and it would be a wonder if it didn't hurt him to death.
"We can be considered comrades who came out of the trenches. Whatever you want, just say it. As long as I can do it, I will be satisfied." Liu Wei'an said.
"Being alive is already the greatest happiness. What else can you ask for?" Tank suddenly sighed lightly, "It's a pity that the Sixth Master, the Third Master and the old cripple, Zeng Jin's old guy, there are still a few left. ?I am also considered lucky."
"Don't think too much." Liu Wei'an was silent for a while, then raised his head and said, "I don't have any conditions now. I will find a way to change your skin in the future, and I will ensure you have another beautiful man."
"What does beauty and ugliness matter in the slave quarter?" Tank laughed, but because his head was wrapped in a lot of bandages, his voice was a little slurred, "I don't have a wife, and God has treated me well just to be alive."
Seeing that the tank was in good condition, Liu Wei'an chatted for a few words and left with peace of mind. He still had a lot to do.
In one day, too many forces were conquered, resulting in more foreigners than locals. These foreigners were unstable, which was a very dangerous thing. However, after he went out, he discovered that everything in Times Square was in order. The chaotic situation that he imagined with a large number of people sitting in the east and west stations did not appear. Everyone had their own things to do and was busy. After asking Maohou, he found out all this It’s all thanks to Fang Xiaoyuan.
Speaking of Fang Xiaoyuan, there was obvious admiration and admiration on his face. It turned out that after those conquered forces were brought back, they were immediately disrupted by Fang Xiaoyuan, and their heads were isolated. Then slaves from different forces were interspersed to form teams, thus preventing them from having other thoughts.
If a person suddenly comes to a strange environment, he will probably be wary and uneasy, but if he is surrounded by familiar people, he will be calmer. Fang Xiaoyuan did this to prevent them from calming down.
The first step is to put these people in a state of hesitation. The second step is to have people give ideological and political lessons. In fact, it is not considered politics. It just briefly explains the rules of Times Square, such as no public defecation and no disorder. Throw away garbage, don't bully the weak, etc., and then the most important point is to assign work.
From working for oneself to working for others, some people will naturally feel dissatisfied. At this time, the big move came out and found a few dishonest people to behead and sacrifice the flag, and the rest of the people were quiet. After the stick, comes the carrot.
When the steaming steamed buns were brought out, these slaves who had never felt a sense of belonging immediately regarded Times Square as their reborn parents. After eating and drinking enough, Fang Xiaoyuan sent these people to dig garbage. This time, there was no One person complained, but everyone worked with all their strength.
Seeing Fang Xiaoyuan again, Liu Wei'an had the illusion that it had been a long time. In fact, it was only a few days in total. Perhaps because of the full meal, Fang Xiaoyuan's face is no longer blue. Although there is still not much blood, you can still see obvious changes compared to when I just bought her. Her hair is neatly combed and she is dressed plainly. Even the old clothes couldn't block the capable aura exuding from her body.
"It seems that you have adapted here, so I feel relieved." Liu Wei'an said.
"Master." Fang Xiaoyuan shouted respectfully.
"Seeing that you don't want to, it's okay not to scream." Liu Wei'an glanced at her. A slave must call her owner master. This is a rule, but Liu Wei'an doesn't care so much.
Fang Xiaoyuan stopped talking.
"Maohou said you have something to do with me?" Liu Wei'an asked.
"I want to know your intentions so that we can make a clear plan for Times Square. A Times Square without clear goals cannot develop." Fang Xiaoyuan said with a calm expression.
"Do you already have an idea?" Liu Wei'an glanced at her.
Fang Xiaoyuan found a piece of paper, drew a circle on it, then pulled out three lines on the edge, and said seriously: "This circle is the location we know, the slave area, which happens to be at the junction of the three empires. , any empire would like to occupy this place, but with the three kingdoms standing at the same level, no one can succeed. This is our opportunity. However, it is still too far to say this now."
Fang Xiaoyuan drew a small dot near the Han Dynasty and said: "We are now at this location, close to the Han Dynasty, and only more than a hundred kilometers away from the nearest Tianfeng Province. Our development is destined to be inseparable. Tianfeng Province. If we want to develop, we cannot do without resources and money, but we have neither. And in this place, there is no policy, so we have to think of other ways."
"We have people." Liu Wei'an 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, "There are many people, is it useful?"
Liu Wei'an suddenly heard the two missiles and was speechless.
"The only thing we have is these garbage mountains that are not resources. People can barely count them a little. At least they are of some use before they pose a threat to others. In addition, the biggest resource is the land here. This huge All circles are ownerless." When Fang Xiaoyuan said the word ownerless, a flash of madness suddenly burst into her eyes.
"What do you want to say?" Liu Wei'an suddenly realized that he still underestimated Fang Xiaoyuan.
"These days, I have been thinking about how to use this land." Fang Xiaoyuan stared at the drawings.
"Then what?"
"It can't be so easy." Fang Xiaoyuan showed a self-deprecating expression, "If it were so easy, this land wouldn't be your turn. However, there is no waste in the world, only misplaced resources. This land It’s not that it’s useless, it’s just that I can’t think of a use for it at the moment.”
Liu Wei'an stared at the circle and three lines on the white paper, and fell into deep thought.
"One more thing, I don't object to the expansion of Times Square, but slaves have to be selected. Don't bring back the old, weak, sick and disabled." Fang Xiaoyuan's eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty, "We are not a charity here. "
Liu Wei'an raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
"Also, according to my plan, Times Square can only accommodate about 15,000 people. If there are more people, it will not create much value. Once the number of people is full, there is no need to bring back the extra people." Fang Xiaoyuan added road.
"No, there are hundreds of thousands of people in this slave area. Even if so many are killed, there should be hundreds of thousands more. We cannot give up on these people." Liu Wei'an said firmly.
"A woman's kindness." Fang Xiaoyuan shook her head slightly, "In this case, we have to implement a supplementary plan, the 'Urban Reconstruction Plan'"
Urban renewal? Liu Wei'an raised his eyebrows again.
Three days later, Times Square's sphere of influence had covered a radius of 500 kilometers, occupying all the garbage mountains. The population reached 8,000, the number of cars increased to 30, and the escort team expanded to 500 people. A steady stream of decomposed materials were transported out every day. When everything entered orbit, it was already the fourth day later. Early the next morning, Liu Wei'an left the slave area, passed through the gate, and entered the civilian area.
