The operation was unprecedentedly smooth, and Qiye didn't know whether to say that the so-called prince had given up on himself, or if his brain capacity was only the size of a mung bean.

The city gate has always been closed, and the first time Qiye came in, Long Jiu took her to jump from the city wall, not to mention this.

With Long Liu and Long Jiu here, less than 100 teams brought by Qiye this time have all experienced what it means to be a real volley.

It's just that the speed is too fast, and before I have time to marvel, my feet have already landed.

After that, it was called a smooth journey, except for the numb people who were about to be frozen or had been frozen, they were really called unimpeded and didn't need to hide, just like that, they walked to the prince's territory openly with their backs or holding the wooden warehouse.

The six villas, which are chaotic but orderly, should have been built after the end of the world, and five of them are surrounded by the middle one in a protective posture.

With red walls and yellow tiles, he really thinks of himself as an emperor.

The closer you get to the roadside, the fewer people there are, and after about ten minutes of walking, you can't see anyone on the road, and the more you can hear the DJ music coming from the villa over there.

Qiye is not a blindly confident person, she didn't think that she and the twelve dragon guards could destroy a base, this time the people she brought were not only the twelve dragon guards, but also three of the top ten teams in the base, and it just so happened that the twelve dragon guards made up a whole one hundred and twenty people.

Before the operation, including Qiye, everyone thought that this would be a vicious battle, after all, the news that Xiao Mao probed back that the prince had a team of supernatural beings in his hands.

Who knew that the end result would be that they were just going through the motions.

Don't even fight.

Nervously and vigilantly entered the villa, they were greeted not by opponents, but by men who had fallen to the ground drunk and smoked, and a bunch of women who had lost their life and death like rag dolls.

As for whether the women here are innocent or not, if they are soft-hearted at the moment, once one of them has a problem, then the real innocent person is their own people.

Qiye was speechless for a while when she looked at the scene in front of her, and when she heard the news that Xiao Mao overheard, she already had doubts about whether this so-called prince had an IQ.

Now I am really standing in front of this person, watching that the people in the entire villa have been emptied, and the so-called prince is still lying on the sofa and sleeping... It's not a matter of IQ anymore, it's dementia, right?

Flicking his little paw, "Solved." ”

It's really frustrating, and there's no sense of accomplishment at all.

……

There were more than 67,000 survivors in the Yuehua base, and after the food crisis in the base, more than 10,000 people left one after another, and the leader of Yuehua took more than 2,000 people away when he left the base, and then more than 6,000 people were cleaned up by the prince.

Although there are seven reductions and eight reductions, it stands to reason that there should be at least 40,000 or more people left.

But after the counting, there are only a fraction of the 20,000 people alive in the Yuehua base today, and many of these 20,000 are already in a state of dying, and if it is another day or two, it is estimated that there will be less than half.

Yuehua base didn't care much about the life of ordinary survivors, the six villas are gorgeous, but there are not many houses that can live in other places, many are just board houses built with wooden planks, or tents made of tarpaulin.

But after the prince decided to give up these ordinary survivors, all the tents in the prefabricated house were destroyed by his order.

He took pleasure in 0 people and 0 lives, and even bet on survivors whether they would eventually starve to death or freeze to death. god

Qiye is not the prince, Long Wei and the mission team are not the prince's subordinates, and they can't watch 20,000 people waiting there to die.

The cauldron was erected, and the fire burned [the fire ability ran thousands of miles away, and the battle was not fought, but the fire was sent thousands of miles to be the fireman], there were only two cauldrons in the space of seven nights, and he was not ready to engage in poverty alleviation, and there was no pure dry food in the space, but fortunately, there were flour steamers or something, so one pot boiled porridge, and one nest steamed steamed buns.

A team of 100 people divided into 20 people to go out on patrol, and the other 100 people had a chopped meat that counted as one, and a noodle and a noodle.

Not to mention, it's also a rare liveliness.

The fragrance of porridge, steamed buns, steamed buns, and fragrance gradually permeated the sky above the Yuehua base.

More than 20,000 people have been placed in houses that can block the wind, although they are crowded, but the crowd is hotter, there is no way, the conditions here are like this.

The people who were obviously hungry and were already on the verge of life and death, but none of them moved, only a few occasionally looked at the direction where the fragrance wafted from with longing eyes.

The dragon guards who came over with the two large barrels were shocked, they thought that a group of people would rise up to grab food did not happen, and they even prepared the anesthetic wooden warehouse and horn for warning.

People have instincts, it's not normal, it's so abnormal.

Long Wu took a steamed bun and entered the house, and handed it to a relatively energetic young man leaning against the door, but it was only relative, the young man's face was so dirty that he couldn't see the original appearance clearly, his eye sockets were deep, his cheekbones were seriously protruding, his lips were a little atrophied up and down, and the teeth inside were slightly popping out.

The steamed buns in Long Wu's hands that are steaming and smelling are very attractive to him, and the eyeballs that are about to bulge out of the eye frame will not move as if they are glued to the steamed buns, but he is afraid of Long Wu's approach, and it can even be said that he is deeply afraid.

Long Wu stretched out his hand to take a step further, and he immediately took a step back, his face was greedy and scared, and his already terrifying facial features looked even more hideous because of the constant change of expression.

There is no way to retreat, and the man who looks almost the same as him behind you shrinks on his shoulder, he shrinks behind you, and the two of them tremble and simply don't look at Long Wu, as if he is a flood beast.

Long Wei has done the job of pacifying people, their hands have always been responsible for killing.

Lose.

The others had the same result as him, and they looked at each other helplessly, so they had no choice but to retreat to the makeshift kitchen and change the task team.

In the last days, it was the first time I saw each other and hid.

As Li Wenhua, who is almost all crooked Chinese [Tyson, who was originally picked up in Yedemi City by Seven Nights, joined the Z civilization who entered the countryside after the night shadow and changed his customs] team, six adults in it were not fluent in Z Wen, so they continued to stay to help.

"This base feels weird." Li Wenhua chatted with Long Qi in a lame Z article.

Long Qi nodded approvingly in agreement with his point of view, "It's not just weird, I always have a feeling of pore horror, how to say it, I feel that there is no anger at all in this base, and entering the base is like 。。。。。。 It's like going to a cemetery. ”

The eerie feeling is that the clothes are sticking to the back and there is a cool breeze.

Li Wenhua didn't understand what the pores were terrified and angry, but he understood the word cemetery, and nodded approvingly, "That's right, it's the feeling of being planted in a cemetery." ”

The two looked at each other, and there was an illusion that they had seen a confidant.

Don't look at the dozens of them, but what they want to supply is 20,000 mouths, this hand, they really can't stop for a while.