Not far away, Xinguo's technicians are still building a communication base station.

After completion, District 7 will also be included in the Xingyuan payment system, and at the same time, data exchange between this side and District 9 will also be able to be carried out through the Internet.

After arriving at the command post, Xu Yuan found Zhao Wei, the captain of his personal guard, and asked about the task assigned to him some time ago.

"Has the Institute of Quantum Computers found it?"

"At present, several suspected targets have been confirmed, and I have sent my brothers from the pro-guard team to search for the relevant locations, and I will be able to give you an accurate answer in three days at the latest."

"Very well, I'm relieved to leave this matter to you."

Xu Yuan nodded approvingly.

"There's one thing I want you to do."

"What's the matter?"

"Take a trip to the plantation for me and convince the survivors there to join us." Looking into his eyes, Xu Yuan said.

"Yes." Zhao Wei clenched his fists, turned around and walked out.

"Wait a minute." Xu Yuan suddenly stopped him.

Zhao Wei stopped, turned around and asked.

"Any other commands?"

"I've been with me for so long, I'm satisfied with your loyalty, but I still need to test your ability, I won't give you any hints in this mission, and I won't make any restrictions on your methods of persuading them, your behavior and the final result will be part of the assessment, if you pass the assessment, you will be the captain of the Order."

Zhao Wei's heart trembled uncontrollably, and he looked at Xu Yuan movingly.

Taking a deep breath and calming the irrepressible excitement in his heart, he clenched his fists and said slowly.

"We will live up to the president's expectations!"

……

East End Plantation.

The traces of the fighting are fading, and the survivors have removed the bodies of their compatriots from the rubble and buried them on the hillside north of the plantation.

In the streets outside the barbed wire, zombies stumbled and wandered unconsciously between the rubble.

After days of artillery fire, the besieging regular army of the Gree Federation blew up their walls several times, cut the barbed wire, and introduced zombies into the plantation, turning the siege into a melee between people and zombies.

In the melee, more than a thousand slaves were killed.

Able to keep the casualties under 1,000 in a firefight with the regular army with limited ammunition, it has to be said that these slaves still have two brushes.

Of course, there are also reasons for the air raids of the new country.

Due to the concern of the air raids of the new country, the Second Army of the Gree Federation was unable to concentrate on launching a general attack on the plantation.

Until the fall of the capital, the Second Army, out of fear of the power of the new nation, made the decision to retreat north to form its own gateway, and the siege of the plantation finally ended.

Anyway, I don't know where to go, so the 1,000 survivors chose to disperse, while the remaining 7,000 or so survivors gathered together to rebuild their own homes on the land under the leadership of their elected leaders.

Early one morning.

A jeep sprints out of the street, knocks away a few dumbfounded zombies, and brakes at the plantation gate.

The two machine guns on top of the wall were immediately aimed at them, and the survivors, with scarves on their faces and rifles in their hands, stepped forward and knocked twice on the windows.

"This place is not open to the public, please leave."

Glancing at the muzzle of the black hole in the wall, Zhao Wei took a deep breath, clicked on the door, and lowered the window.

"I have no ill intentions, I am here on behalf of the new country, and I hope to meet your leader."

Zhao Wei originally thought that these people would respectfully welcome him in, but he didn't expect that the man's face changed, and his gaze at him was a little vigilant.

This contrast made him a little unexpected.

The soldier guarding the door pressed his collar, walked to the side, said a few words to his superiors with a headset, and quickly returned to the window.

"I can take you to our leader, but we're going to search you."

Zhao Wei raised his eyebrows, and just wanted to have a seizure, but thinking of the test in Xu Yuan's mouth, he took a deep breath and suppressed the temper in his heart.

"Absolutely."

With that, he pushed open the door and walked out, standing in front of the soldier. Spread your hands.

"I swear I didn't have a weapon on me."

The soldier ignored him, and after simply searching him, and after making sure that he was unarmed, led him into the plantation.

Crossing the muddy path, we came to a repaired three-story office building.

Stepping through the door, Zhao Wei met the leader of the survivors.

Those eyes as sharp as knives seem to pierce people's hearts. The thin face bears the mark of a slave, but from his straight back, Zhao Wei can't see the humility that a slave should have.

This man is not easy to deal with.

This was Zhao Wei's first thought.

When the uprising broke out, the spies who fanned the flames evacuated the plantation in the midst of the scuffle. There was no one here to help him, and the only information he had was the most recent one from a week ago.

"Aha, let me see who is coming, messenger of the new kingdom? You've finally remembered our neighbor. ”

The man walked up to Zhao Wei, squinted his eyes, and looked him in the eye aggressively, "Tell me, your purpose." ”

Zhao Wei's eyes did not dodge, he paused for a moment, and spoke in a soothing tone.

"We're allies, aren't we?"

"Use us to contain the Second Legion of the Gree Federation, and use our blood to pave the way for your victory, you call this an act of allies?"

The leader laughed and spread his hands, "And then?" You who have taken over the capital, and you plan to take over the slaves in the capital again? ”

"You're mistaken."

"I'm telling you, we'll never accept enslavement from anyone, even if you're strong enough." The leader lowered his voice and spoke word by word next to him in a hoarse voice.

Fresh from the yoke of slavery, these poor people are more sensitive than anyone else, and more conceited than anyone else.

Although they only held shoddy rifles in their hands and had very few bullets in their ammunition depots, they still believed that they could defend their freedom with their convictions.

They are sensitive to suspicion and hostility towards any form of domination.

At this time, they couldn't listen to anything.

It is really necessary to use the *** of the restriction number to let these people sober up, this is Zhao Wei's only thought at the moment.

"We're not going to do that." Zhao Wei said in as gentle a tone as possible.

"But who can guarantee that you won't?"

The leader asked in an exaggerated tone, "We have our own hands and feet, we can grow bitter crops to survive, why do we have to join you?" ”

"We can buy your plants."

"The Ghanaian federal market is also available, and you are not the only one."

Negotiations were stalled from the start, but fortunately, Zhao Wei sensed the problem.

"Someone from the Federation of Ghana has been here?"

The leader spread his hands in response to his noncommittal expression.

Not denying it at this time often means acquiescence.

Zhao Wei slowly took a deep breath, sorted out the thoughts in his brain, and said calmly.

"Can you give me five minutes?"