The government's action this time was very fast, on the third day after the withdrawal of the army, it sent personnel into the slave area to clean up the battlefield, simply put, the corpses of the soldiers, the corpses of the soldiers must be recovered, one by one burial, however, these are secondary to the government personnel, the important thing is that the bodies of the slaves must be recovered and cremated, otherwise, the plague will be in trouble. Whether it is from the political future or personal safety, it is something that the authorities in Tianfeng Province do not want to see.

The army shit, the government wipes its ass, but who let their grandson die. The government, on its part, had to twist its nose and work.

This kind of thing is not only done by government personnel, but also by the surviving slaves, as long as they still have the strength, and the interests of both sides are the same, the government does not want to get sick, and the slaves are more realistic, they still want to live.

Liu Wei'an was the first to send people out, but his purpose was not so simple, he was going to collect the loot, whether it was guns and ammunition, or the military uniforms and equipment on the corpse, all he needed, except for briefs, everything else was swept away, in addition, the wreckage of the several blown up helicopters, the burning armored vehicles, these things, for the army, are garbage, but for Liu Wei'an, they are treasures and must be recycled. Before the other forces reacted, take them all.

It was at this time that the tank was discovered.

The tank was in a bad condition, with extensive burns, from head to toe, with almost no intact skin, and if it weren't for the fact that everyone knew the armored car, if it weren't for the faint sound he could make, almost no one would have recognized him as the crazy and excited tank.

Although Liu Wei'an said that he would do everything to save the tank, everyone knew that everything depended on the will of God. If the tank can be sent to the hospital for treatment, it is estimated that there is still some hope of survival, but in the slave area, what you want is nothing, it really depends on the will of God. Liu Wei'an called Zhou Xingchen and asked if he could get a temporary pass, Zhou Xingchen was very embarrassed this time, he said frankly that if it was before the massacre, he could still be accommodating, but recently, the top has been staring very closely, and because of the rebellion, no one dares to take risks at this time, even if it is not enough to give more money. Even if you apply for normal documents, this time is estimated to take several times longer. Being an official is like this, he would rather not make meritorious service than do wrong things.

Liu Wei'an was silent, so he could only entrust Zhao Kangcheng to get a little more medicine, not afraid of expensive, just good. Maybe the tank didn't want to die, maybe the human body on Mars was better, and after eight hours of coma, the tank woke up, out of danger of his life, and after drinking a little water, he was still in the mood to ask how the battle was going. When I heard that the battle was over, I felt sorry, as if I hadn't fought enough.

"As long as you are still in the slave area, are you afraid that there are not many opportunities like this?" Liu Wei'an walked into the room at this time, which had been arranged as a temporary ward.

"It's a pity that there are no female nurses." Tank joked.

"I'll go to the red light district of the commercial street and buy one for you, and let her dance a striptease for you every day, do you want to?" Liu Wei'an said with a smile.

"I'll talk about it when I'm ready." Tanks fought a cold war. His work was worse than circumcision, and it swelled up, so it was strange that he didn't die of pain.

"We are also a comrade-in-arms from the trenches, what do you want, just say, as long as I can do it, I will definitely be satisfied." Liu Wei'an said.

"If a person doesn't die, it's already the greatest happiness, what else can you ask for?" The tank suddenly sighed faintly, "It's a pity that the sixth master, the third master, and the old lame, how many old guys are left?" I'm lucky, too. ”

"Don't overthink it." Liu Wei'an was silent for a while before he raised his head and said, "There is no condition now, I will find a way to change your skin in the future to ensure another beautiful man." ”

"What does it matter if you are beautiful and ugly in the slave quarter?" Tank laughed, just because his head was wrapped in a large number of bandages, and his voice was a little slurred, "I don't marry a wife, and God has treated me well enough to live." ”

Seeing that the tank was in good condition, Liu Wei'an left with peace of mind after chatting a few words, he still had a lot of things to do.

In one day, there are too many forces to subdue, resulting in more foreign population than local population, and these foreign populations are uncertain, which is a very dangerous thing. However, after he went out, he found that everything was in order in Times Square, and the mess of a large number of people sitting at the West Station did not appear, everyone had their own things, and they were busy.

Speaking of Fang Xiaoyuan, there was obvious admiration and admiration on his face. It turned out that after those subdued forces were brought back, they were all disrupted by Fang Xiaoyuan as soon as possible, and their heads and brains were all isolated, and then slaves from different forces interspersed to form teams, so as to avoid them having other thoughts.

If a person suddenly comes to an unfamiliar environment, most of them are wary and uneasy, but if they are surrounded by familiar people, then they will be more calm. Fang Xiaoyuan did this to prevent them from calming down.

The first step is to let these people be in a state of hesitation, and the second step is to let people do ideological and political lessons, which is actually not politics, but simply describes the rules of Times Square, such as no open defecation, no littering, no bullying of the weak, etc., and then the most important point, the assignment of work.

From working for yourself to working for others, there will naturally be people who are dissatisfied, and at this time, the big move came out, and a few dishonest people were found to kill the head and sacrifice the flag, and the rest of the people were quiet. After the stick, it's the carrot.

When the steaming steamed buns were served, these slaves who had never had a sense of belonging immediately regarded Times Square as their reborn parents, and when they were full of food and drink, Fang Xiaoyuan sent these people to dig up garbage.

Seeing Fang Xiaoyuan again, Liu Wei'an had the illusion that he had been separated for a long time, but in fact, it was only a few days in total. It may be because she is full of food, Fang Xiaoyuan's face is no longer blue, although there is still not much blood, but compared to when she bought her just now, she can still see obvious changes, her hair is combed very neatly, and she is wearing simple old clothes, which can't stop the capable aura exuded from her body.

"It seems that you have adapted here, and I am relieved." Liu Wei'an said.

"Master." Fang Xiaoyuan shouted respectfully.

"Look at your reluctance, don't scream." Liu Wei'an glanced at her, the slave must call her owner the master, this is the rule, however, Liu Wei'an doesn't care so much.

Fang Xiaoyuan stopped talking.

"The hairy monkey said you have something to do with me?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"I want to know your intentions in order to make a clear plan for Times Square, and a Times Square without a clear goal cannot be developed." Fang Xiaoyuan's expression was calm.

"Do you already have an idea?" Liu Wei'an glanced at her.

Fang Xiaoyuan found a piece of paper, spent a circle on it, then pulled out three lines on the side, and said seriously: "This circle is the location we know, the slave area, just at the junction of the three empires, any empire wants to occupy here, but the three kingdoms are together, no one can succeed, this is our opportunity." However, it is still too far to say this. ”

Fang Xiaoyuan drew a small dot near the Han Dynasty and said: "We are in this position now, close to the Han Dynasty, and the nearest Tianfeng Province is more than 100 kilometers away, which is destined to be inseparable from Tianfeng Province." We can't do without resources and money if we want to develop, but we don't have both. And in this place, there is no policy that can be expected, 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 wipe out tens of thousands of people here, or even more." Fang Xiaoyuan glanced at Liu Wei'an, "There are a lot of people, is it useful?" ”

Liu Wei'an suddenly sounded the two missiles and was speechless.

"The only thing we have is these mountains of garbage that are not resources, and people can barely count a little, at least until they pose a threat to others, they are still somewhat useful. In addition, the greatest resource is the land here, and this large circle is ownerless. When Fang Xiaoyuan said the word ownerless, a touch of madness suddenly burst out in his eyes.

"What do you want to say?" Liu Wei'an suddenly found that he still underestimated Fang Xiaoyuan.

"These days, I'm constantly thinking about how to make use of this land." Fang Xiaoyuan stared at the drawings.

"And then?"

"It's not that easy." Fang Xiaoyuan showed a self-deprecating expression, "If it were so easy, this land wouldn't be able to turn you and me, however, there is no waste in the world, only misplaced resources, this land is not useless, but I can't think of any use for the time being." ”

Liu Wei'an stared at the circle on the white paper, and there were three lines, and fell into deep thought.

"There is one more thing, the expansion of Times Square, I have no objection, but slaves should be selected, and the old, weak, sick and disabled should not be brought back." Fang Xiaoyuan's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness, "We are not a charity here. ”

Liu Wei'an raised his eyebrows and did not speak.

"Also, according to my plan, Times Square can accommodate about 15,000 people, and more will not create much value. When the number is full, there is no need to bring back the extra people. Fang Xiaoyuan said again.

"No, in this slave area, hundreds of thousands of people, even if so many are killed, there should be more than 100,000 people, these people, we can't give up." Liu Wei'an said resolutely.

"A woman's kindness." Fang Xiaoyuan shook his head slightly, "Since this is the case, I have to implement a supplementary plan, the 'urban reconstruction plan'."

Urban regeneration? 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 mountains of garbage, with a population of 8,000 people, the number of cars increased to 30, and the convoy expanded to 500 people. Every day, a steady stream of decomposed materials were transported, and by the time everything entered orbit, it was already the fourth day later, and early the next morning, Liu Wei'an left the slave quarter, passed through the gate, and entered the civilian quarter.