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Qualified soldiers?

Although Shirley is a modern person, she has also heard of these things, and from some military networks or novels, a qualified soldier should refer to a professional soldier, a professional killing machine, cold-blooded and ruthless with the mission as the first priority. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But where to look for such a professional killing machine?

This is a game after all, and Shirley still has many means that cannot be used if she wants to find soldiers with excellent military literacy. First of all, the main combat power and main attack method of the zombie race in this game world is musket technology, and then this point has passed the vast majority of officers who can get from the human race, because the current theme of human combat is still the shield sword soldier advances, the archer suppresses and then the cavalry is released as a killer weapon.

Need to update and improve the military constitution. This is the most important thing Shirley can think of at the moment, this game has its own unique/simple combat system unlike other games, and it is not a game that can be won by simply high stats. Shirley's attributes are not low, and they are already very high for current players. But she was easily beaten back in yesterday's charge, and Egwene, whose stats were only a little higher than her, were killed on it...

Understanding is very important. Therefore, the renewal of the military system must be put on the agenda, and the most qualified soldiers...

For some reason, a solemn figure in a black military uniform flashed in Shirley's mind, and the zombie characters are very interesting, and there are often some dresses that do not belong to this game world era. For example, the Snowy Night Zombie Lady is also the current Egwene, they all have a feeling that they don't belong to this era.

"Ahh Shirley also forgot the time while looking at the forum while looking at the map, and suddenly her stomach became hungry. Zombie meals are served at 6 a.m., 12 p.m., 4 p.m., 6 p.m., 8 p.m. and 12 p.m. every day. The zombies with a total of six meals are happy enough if they put aside the blood and coldness.

As soon as the meal arrived, Shirley honestly put down the map and walked out, and for some reason a feeling of being integrated into this society was revealed. Perhaps, most people will also integrate their feelings in such a real environment, right?

Makeshift camps built by humans are the best, and they also come with equipment such as watchtowers. The makeshift camps built by the orcs were the fastest to build. In the case of the undead, the makeshift camp must be the most complicated - don't think that the camp built by the undead only needs to have an open space, the skeletons need to build a lot of underground facilities, and the zombies will have to move almost an entire mushroom plantation.

The simple repair of the path, there are special lines connected to the large mushrooms about two people high, and the caps of these mushrooms are red with large white spots, which looks like they are in a fairy tale. Zombies arrived in twos and threes pushing small carts with bottles of green liquid, and poured the liquid onto the roots of the mushrooms.

The beautiful red cap vibrated slightly as if it had generated electricity, and then mushroom after mushroom sent the electricity out. Eventually, the zombies' telegraph was finally usable thanks to the mushroom energy, and at the same time, some of the equipment carried by more zombies could continue to be used. For example, the bullet production line, there is also a kind of ghost that resembles a small portal, which can transport gold coins from Shirley's treasury to provide construction in this temporary camp.

"Even if you embezzle gold coins, you have to put them not far from your territory... Ahh "A huge amount of money that makes Shirley distressed is used to build a nest, and the zombies can rest after the nest.

After watching the whole camp run on the right track, Shirley finally arrived at the cafeteria.

Zombies are one of the few races of the undead who are particularly fond of food, and their cafeteria is made by digging a tunnel in the ground and then processing the chairs and tables in the tunnel, which is simply similar to the Japanese method of making a collapsed restaurant. Simple, and there are chairs and tables.

As soon as I entered Shirley, I felt that something was wrong: why is it so quiet today?

Although it is true that the voice of zombies in the past is not loud, it will not be so quiet, almost only whispering, not even loud chewing sounds.

Shirley blinked, looking at the performance of the lonely mountain zombie girls who usually eat big bites like ladies, indicating that she was a little frightened.

"Ahh

Shirley approached and asked in a low voice. A little scary for such a serious occasion?

"Ahh Lord, let this guy go......"

Mellotte said with a wry smile to Shirley, pointing to a place not far away.

Where, Egwen. Alice. Eliqu sat side-by-side on the dirt chair with a solemn face, straightened his back, and slowly tasted the mushroom salad placed in front of him. She moves with grace, and unlike the rough sapper shovels and knives used by the Zombie Ladies to cut meat or use as spoons, she uses a knife and fork.

Ahh Ideologies are going to fight again? Shirley thought with a headache, when the Snowy Night Zombie Lady joined before, there was a similar conflict, and the final result was that the Snowy Night Zombie Girl and the Lonely Mountain Zombie Girl had different canteens. Is it going to be the same this time?

Shirley glanced at Egwen, who was solemn and solemn, and then at the ladesses, who were still graceful but too rugged. Well, this gap is the same as the gap between the Japanese military and the ** team of the Beacon State of Liberal Democracy in the United States. One side is an absolute hooligan and the other side is an absolute gentleman, completely two arms.

“… I'll go talk about her. ”

Shirley nodded, then walked towards Egwene with the grateful eyes of the Lonely Mountain Ladies.

"Alice."

“… Well? Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief, my Führer, what do you have to ask your subordinates? ”

Egwen put down his knife and fork and stood upright, and gave a military salute.

"Please don't be so restrained, Alice."

"Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief, your subordinates believe that there is a difference between respect and inferiority, and it is natural to have the style of the army in the army."

Is there any way you can say to a respectful girl with innocent eyes that she is doing something wrong. And to say 'you were wrong' to her when she had done nothing wrong?

Shirley choked and wanted to say something to make her less serious, turned into a somewhat helpless smile and said, "Hmm... You're right. ”

Ahh There's something wrong with ideology! Big problem!