Lake thought that now in the camp, both of his competitors had injured their feet.

For a short time, they could no longer lead the survivors of the camp to explore the ruined city or attack the lab camp.

Although they have not lost their qualifications to compete for the leader of this camp, but when the camp leader election is held tomorrow, a large number of other survivors in the camp, in order to survive better, will not vote for them as leaders.

Now Lake is relieved too!

Lake then sat down under the tree for a while before returning to the camp to find the Yorts.

Lake was ready to reach out and help set up the tent.

"Venerable No. 2, let me tell you the news, we are very lucky, your other two competitors have just injured their feet, one was bitten by a fish, and the other was smashed by a fallen tent!" Jorge walked over and whispered to Lake.

"Venerable No. 2, quick, you stand far away, you don't need your help to set up a tent. As long as you don't get hurt tonight, you will definitely be chosen as the leader of this No. 18 [Cadre] camp tomorrow! Yot judged and immediately stopped the second Venerable from participating in setting up the tent.

"It's okay, I won't be so unlucky to get hurt, it's safe to set up a tent!" Lake said with a smile, after all, he wouldn't curse himself.

"You better not get involved in the work, you must not let yourself have an accident tonight. Tomorrow you are chosen to be the leader of this camp, and it will be good for those of us who follow you! Brenda stopped Lake and said, not letting Lake set up a tent.

Lake smiled bitterly, and could only follow Brenda to sit on the side, watching the young walkers and Jorge set up their tents.

Now that the fixed stakes of the tent have been laid, all that remains is to tie the tarpaulin of the tent, and there is no danger at all.

Lake sat down for a while, and the tent was set up.

Yort, Mino, and Jorge inspected the tent and made sure it was stable before moving the folding cots and bedding into the tent.

The folding cots and futons had been placed in the car, and after everything was ready, Lake was allowed to enter the tent to rest.

Lake casually sat in the tent and found a bed to sit down.

"Looks like God has made you the leader of this camp too!" Jorge came over and said to Lake with a smile.

"Since this is the will of God, I will reluctantly become the leader of this camp tomorrow!" Lake nodded.

After Yot and Minoan set up their tents, dinner at the camp was ready.

Yort took someone to get their dinner, and the little piggy head didn't know where to get a large metal cup, and followed Yort to get the food together.

The food at night at the camp was very simple, just stewed potatoes and some small fish, but fortunately there was enough of it.

More than ten minutes later, Lake was sitting in his bed, eating a large bowl of potatoes and two small fish.

Lake couldn't help but think that the life in this apocalyptic world is comparable to that of Mars, the staple food is potatoes, and potatoes seem to be really easy to grow.

After eating, Lake lay down to rest.

At noon the next day, the election began at the No. 18 camp of the cadres, which was in a large open space next to the tent.

Lake, a strong man with gauze wrapped around his feet, and a thin young man walking on one leg with a cane, came to the middle of the crowd.

After several old men in the camp began to say some encouraging words, they announced the start of the election, and the three candidates spoke first.

About 300 survivors of the camp surrounded the camp.

"You are injured, you can come forward and speak first, and you can go back to sit down after speaking!" Lake smiled and said to the strong man and the thin young man beside him.

The strong man frowned, stepped forward first, and the thin young man with the cane also said "thank you" to Lake.

"No thanks, yes!" Lake replied politely.

The strong man with gauze tied to his feet stepped forward and said a few words, and then came back, and won the applause of some survivors in the camp, but the strong man knew that he would not be able to be a leader this time.

Then a thin young man on crutches stepped forward.

After the thin young man stepped forward and said a few words, he announced on the spot that he would give up his qualification for the election of the leader of the camp this time, and when he recovered from his injuries, even if he was not the leader of the camp, he would work hard to contribute to the camp of the [cadres].

When the thin young man finished speaking, he received even more applause.

It was Lake's turn to speak.

Lake strode forward, glancing at the survivors present, and began to talk rhetorically.

After all, in the previous dungeon world, Lake had many experiences as a leader and commander-in-chief, and Lake was no longer stage frightened now, not as scared as when he first joined the Heavens Online.

Lake spoke mainly to capture the most desired in the hearts of these survivors and paint them with pie.

"I will take the camp with me to get enough food and medical resources, so that everyone can eat meat for every meal and get treatment for illness. I will take you to capture the [Laboratory] camp, rob them of their medical medicines, rescue more youth, and make our Camp No. 18 the most powerful. I will lead you to defeat the [Laboratory] organization in two years, and the future world belongs to us----"

Lake talked for more than half an hour before he stopped, feeling that he still hadn't talked enough, and wanted to drink saliva before continuing.

But as soon as Lake stopped, the survivors around him burst into applause.

Several old men in the rear also hurriedly stepped forward and directly announced the start of voting, not letting Lake continue to speak.

The voting method is simple, Lake and the brawny man sit in a chair with their backs to the crowd, and a large metal bowl sits behind them.

The survivors of the camp were each given a bullet casing in their hands, and whoever chose came over and threw the bullet casing into their big bowl.

The emaciated young man with the cane, who had already given up this opportunity to become the leader of the camp, did not sit down, and now Ryker and the strong man with gauze wrapped around his feet sat on two large backrest chairs.

Voting has begun, and Lake listens to "Ding Ding Ding Ding!" from behind him. "The constant sound of bullet casings falling into the bowl.

There was also the sound of a bullet falling into the bowl from the position of the strong man next to him, but Lake judged that it was obviously not as much as his own.

More than 300 people voted quickly.

After the vote, when Lake and the strong man turned back again, the strong man looked at his bowl, there were only thirty-four bullet casings, and the bullet casings in the large bowl of Venerable No. 2 were almost full.

The strong man's last luck is gone.

"Congratulations, Venerable No. 2, I hope you can really lead our camp to become stronger than you just said in your speech!" The strong man could only accept his fate and said to Lake.

"I led the camp to become strong, so powerful that any organization in the world would fear us." Lake said, finally beating the two disabled competitors, and now that he has obtained the status of camp leader, Lake is also relieved

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