When these words were spoken, no one in the room made a sound. "If you want someone to have your throat cut while you sleep, you can leave." The captain didn't want to solve this problem in a soft way, and now was not the time to do so. The main reason is that if they leave, the victory points in their hands will definitely be reduced, and the captain now has the idea that no matter how small the mosquito is, it is meat, and he wants to take all the victory points into his own hands.

Hearing the captain's words, the dozen or so sergeants couldn't help but fall silent. They were still a little hesitant about the captain's words.

And the captain didn't give them more time to think. "Let's all think about it, there are so few victory points now, and even the distribution of supplies will be problematic in the future, if those sergeants know that we have no victory points, and now we only have such a small number of victory points, you can imagine what they will do." The captain looked down at the crowd, and although his words were hypothetical, humans always thought in the worst direction.

If that happens, the riots will be uncontrollable and people will definitely die. And without the protection of the Protoss, their situation will only get worse and worse.

Thinking of this, everyone felt a chill in their hearts. This is no longer a question of one's own interests, but a matter of one's own life. "So now the knighthood system is no longer in line with our current situation, what we can do is to concentrate all the winning points, and then plan the winning points, and inform them of everything. We have to fight to survive. The captain shouted. The Protoss doesn't care about us, we have to survive better. ”

"What if there is no source of victory in the end?" One of the sergeants whispered. It was a very low voice, but it was audible to all, but no one pointed out who said it. Because these are all matters related to their own vital interests. There were hundreds of people who were qualified for the simulated battle before, but now there are only a dozen of them, and it is difficult to guarantee who will be left next time. So how should the winning points be distributed when the time comes?

"So, we now have to imagine that what we have now is what we have. If the consumption is exhausted, then no one will survive in the end. At least the performance of the Celestial Empire was very good before, and we just need to hold on until the Celestial Empire people pass the final simulation battle. "The captains of the allied ships have put all their hopes on the side of the Celestial Empire, which has to be said to be a kind of sadness.

"What if no one passes through the Celestial Empire?" The other whispered. "We can't rely on the Celestial Empire for everything, right?"

"Do you have a better way?" The captain of the allied ship frowned and asked. "If there is, you stand here." With that, the captain stepped aside and gave up his place behind his desk. But no one dared to go up, and if it was before, there were still many people who coveted that position, but now everyone is afraid of it. No one can say for sure, if someone was in that position, they would be killed the next day.

The sergeants at the bottom of the Allies had gathered a great deal of anger by now, and if they hadn't recruited some of the strongest of those men, they would have long since lost their whereabouts. However, population pressures are mounting, and dozens of pregnant women have now been identified who are in need of more nutrition and resources. If you don't do it, it will be very troublesome in the end.

Seeing that no one was standing up, the captain stood back again. "If no one wants to stand here, then I'll continue. Those who have winning points can keep some for themselves, but most of them have to be handed over for unified management. Then buy the paste according to the number of points, and now everyone's ration must be replaced with a paste. Speaking of which, naturally there are people who want to oppose it. They used to live a free life every day, but now they have to change to the same nutritional paste as those low-level sergeants, and they just can't stand it. After tasting delicious food, they were fed on a dry waxy paste again, and they were a little unacceptable.

Seeing that everyone didn't say anything, the captain just nodded. "The person who owns the winning point can keep a part, but he can't occupy a part of the winning point. It's a reward for your efforts! The captain's words made the dozen or so sergeants feel better, although they had to hand over ninety percent, at least one percent could be kept for themselves. At this time, they naturally think of storing food, and everything else is not important.

"Now, give me your winning points, and I will also hand over my winning points, everyone is a notary, if someone steals or violates the rules, you can only let everyone judge." The captain said in a deep voice. But the captain himself will never be the first to take it out. Because he has lost the qualification, he doesn't know if he can hide the only bit of victory in his hand. If he can't hide it, then his prestige will be lost, and it will be really difficult to lead the team at that time.

Although the dozen or so sergeants were unwilling, on the one hand, for their own lives, on the other hand, they were afraid of the final result, so they could only line up to hand over the victory points in their hands. However, they are all cautious, and they can keep a little more, so the first person to hand over the winning point is everyone's template. And he just cast three hundred winning points. Because it is very difficult this time, the final reward is naturally better, but the score is also an important way to measure the winning point. But 300 will definitely not be 90% of their winning point. But no one said anything, and these people who had winning points knew that if they wanted to stay a little more, then they would follow the standards of the first person.

Therefore, in the end, the victory point of everyone in the concentration was only 4,800 points, and the captain's point was only 5,100 points. For the sixteen Allied sergeants, they only paid half of the victory points, but the captain had more than ninety percent of the victory points in his hands, but the captain could not say anything.

"Okay, it's a total of five thousand and one hundred points here, and the extra points will be your own private property, which will be notarized and protected by all of us here." The captain said in a deep voice. He now had only two dozen points left in his hands, which were simply not enough to support his usual expenses, especially his two secretaries.

Of course, no one knew what the captain was thinking at this time, and everyone nodded their heads, which was considered to be in agreement with the captain's proposal. "These points can only be used to buy nutritional pastes that meet the basic needs of all people. If someone steals or robs, then they will definitely be punished by everyone, and the punishment is the death penalty. ”

The captain knew that it would be nonsense to talk about human rights at this time, and he could only use the harshest private deeds to maintain the poor order. "As for the women and children, we need to provide some extra food to ensure their health." The captain took a deep breath and said, "There are also the basic rights and interests of everyone. ”

But when everyone listens to it, no one cares about it at all.

Then the captain asked them to release the matter, and the captain only kept the officers with whom he had a good relationship. And all the wins are left in the captain's office. With what he just said, no one dares to make trouble with him for the time being.

"Captain, this is not an option!" The officer said immediately. "There is still hope for those dozen sergeants. We can get the better ones to use their simulators to simulate the battle non-stop. Then store a few more winning points. ”

The captain thought for a moment, then nodded. This is a better way, even if there are only a few wins in one win, it is much better than sitting on a mountain and eating nothing.

"I did a rough calculation, if these winning points are averaged, each person only has one and a half pieces of nutritional paste every day, which is not enough to satisfy everyone." The officer whispered. When he learned the approximate number of victory points, he used his personal terminal to make a rough calculation, and it can be said that this is a very, very low supply.

"What can be done? What can be done now is for the weak to eat less, and the stronger, and the stronger, to eat more. The captain hesitated. Those who are weak and emaciated are half a day of nutritional paste. Anyway, there is nothing to do with them here, as long as they don't starve. Those who are strong will not have much to do with one ointment a day and a little more water. "Allied captains are really doing everything right now.

But now there is no way but to hold the main power in your hands. And those low-level sergeants don't know exactly how many victory points they have, so they have room to operate.

"Those pregnant women and children ......" the officer hesitated. For those sergeants who can't control themselves, now he really wants to kick them to death.

"One ointment per person per day, I think it should be enough." The captain said with his hands behind his back. "If we can save, we can save, and if anything happens later, we need these victories to save lives." When he said this, the captain felt that he had aged a lot in an instant. If I knew that there would be such an ending, I shouldn't have wasted so much time to get away in the first place. It's too late to say anything.

When the officer was out, the captain was left alone in the entire office. The dozen or so sergeants had a chance to continue earning victory points, but he didn't have any of them.

Thinking of his life after that, he himself was also worried. Although he could deduct those low-level foods, he was used to red wine and meat, and he could no longer adapt to the taste of nutritional paste. And he only has those twenty or so points left in his hands, which will be his last resource.

On the other side, those who participated in the meeting passed on the captain's orders, which was another turmoil, but in front of food, these people who wanted to make trouble were quickly suppressed by the others. And time will only grow this anger.