Wu Fei and his eldest brother Cui Jie looked like they were traveling. They were walking on the cleared road. There were zombie corpses everywhere on both sides of the road, all of which were ordinary zombies. It seemed that Ren Chenggong was also conquering high-level zombies. Wu Fei could still listen. The screams of survivors could be heard from time to time in villages not far from the main road.
At noon, the army from TY City had arrived. Bulldozers pushed scrapped cars off the road one by one. They also collected a lot of materials and survivors from many houses and took them to trucks to transport them away. What was even more powerful was that the army came from the jungle. Move out one mutated beast corpse after another.
Wu Fei could see the smile on the soldier's face. These meats, which usually cost countless lives, now only need to be transported. How could he be unhappy? In the evening, everyone came back, and Wu Fei ordered to set up camp. Everyone happily gathered around the fire, eating mutated beast meat and drinking wine. It was a rare happiness after the apocalypse.
This time it was a division commander who came. He also sat with Wu Fei and the others and kept toasting Wu Fei. In his words, it had been a long time since the lost ground had been recovered like this without any casualties among the soldiers. But there was no smile on Wu Fei's face. Sister Cui saw that Wu Fei was unhappy, "Fei, what's wrong?" Everyone else also looked at Wu Fei.
"This time I promised the government half because of the country, and the other half for everyone's collective evolution. We need a huge amount of zombies to form black crystals, and today we have only traveled 60 miles and encountered only tens of thousands of zombies. When will this happen? Is that the first thing? And domestically, our level 8 is already the limit, but what about foreign countries? There is also the sea, which is unknown now. We evolve so slowly that if we die accidentally, we don’t know how we will die."
Wu Fei said this without avoiding the teacher. Firstly, Wu Fei wanted the government to know that although Wu Fei was born a zombie, he was still Chinese. Secondly, through the little turtles, monkeys, and little whites, Wu Fei knew that his path would still be possible. It was very long, and everyone was deep in thought for a while. For half an hour, everyone was drinking and thinking.
Sister Cui clapped her thigh and stood up: "Everyone has come to a misunderstanding. What is our strongest? There are many advanced evolvers. Although we have so many level 8 evolvers who are all in the early stage, if we unite, we can reach the late stage. We also have the strength to compete with the Zombie King. We only need to deal with the Zombie King above level 7, and the rest can be conquered by any level 8 Zombie King of ours. In this way, we can free up time to evolve and stay alive. If we transport the zombies better, we can also spawn more level 7 zombie kings."
Wu Fei and everyone were stunned for a moment, yes, it was so simple, why didn't they think of it. The eldest brother Wu Tian suddenly stood up, "My younger brothers and sisters are right, let's find the hard one first. As long as we don't separate, within a month, we can take care of the high-level zombie kings around BJ City. Don't we still have a flying machine?" Fei, you ask the government to send someone to deliver it.”
Others agreed. Wu Fei also stood up: "Okay, Mr. Master, you have heard it. As for what to do, it is your business. You can report it. I need the government's full cooperation." "Feihuang Daren, I will report it right away. Damn it." The next time the superiors don’t agree, I’ll take off my military uniform and fuck with you.” It seemed that he was also exposed to gunfire, and he drank the wine in one gulp and left.
"Okay, let's eat and drink." As soon as the problem was solved, everyone became happy again. Little did he know that the officials of BJ City held an emergency meeting overnight, and there was a lot of quarrels in the meeting. One side said that Wu Fei's zombie must have a different heart due to his origin, while the other side agreed that everyone should overcome the difficulties together. The quarrel was almost into the early morning, but the chairman still slapped the table with his palm, characterizing it as support.
