ACT272: Dawn Negotiations

Song Yao's understanding of the establishment is still too one-sided after all, so that the expected negotiation has become a personal show of Yao Da's master, from the current situation of the establishment to the land situation, Yao Jinsong is clear inside and out, and there is no opportunity for Song Yao and Wu Wentao to intervene, and even Zeng Yadong, who assisted in the negotiation, was left aside, and could only be dumbfounded as an audience.

Yao Jinsong did know more than Song Yao and the others imagined, and even more than them.

For example, if Yao Jinsong is not bragging, it will mean that the Gobi Desert has now been turned upside down, and their speculation about the living corpse camp will become a reality...... What's more serious is that they thought that the living corpse camp was only paving the way for a large city and was still in the preparation stage, but this photo gave everyone a slap in the face.

The gold-rimmed glasses have already risen in the desolate Gobi Plain, and a city of living corpses has already stood in the world.

For the people in power, the opponents who used to fight each other are becoming more and more powerful, and for Song Yao and them, if this goes on like this, there will be less and less space left for normal people to live on land.

A main city stands proudly in the Gobi, with living corpse camps scattered in the mountains and wilderness, and urban forests infested with walking corpses...... There is not much respite left for survivors.

Just like the ancient city roundabout, it is definitely not the first survivor stronghold to be destroyed, nor will it be the last, when the survivors struggling on land are completely squeezed clean, the establishment faction living overseas has really become a floating duckweed, and can only spend the rest of their lives on the surface of the ocean.

From this point of view, the fiery crosses reef faction's escape strategy and the Taiping Island faction's counterattack intentions seem to be understandable. A let go may wipe out the army, and a walk away may leave a spark behind, and although the ground has now become a paradise for the walking dead, at the end of the day, it is still human beings who are engaged in a game about the future.

The City of the Living Dead has Kenny in charge, but the remnants of power are divided into two, and in the simplest way of looking at one plus one equals two, the establishment seems to have little chance of winning. Regardless of these stirring organizations, the focus at this time is not on them, what is really likely to decide everything is a grain of corn in the sea.

Song Yao's cheeks were sweating, her heart was fluctuating, and after listening to Master Yao's tirade, her mind was already messed up.

Yao Jinsong's words, in fact, there is only one thing he wants to express: Lao Tzu doesn't want to go to the elderly in the prime of life, there is a little cub in the Gobi Desert who is doing things, and Lao Tzu wants to do him, so Lao Tzu is now recruiting troops, and someone is giving me someone to help, and a powerful one is giving me a force. Do you have an island that can supply resources? Come on, come to Lao Tzu's command, mix meat with Lao Tzu to eat, do a big vote, and after the matter is completed, the king will be sprinkled with water!

In this situation, what can Song Yao say?

To be precise, Song Yao had already regretted it, she realized that her people had made a mistake, mistakenly thinking that the establishment had been like the Gobi Desert all these years, and would try to end this disaster while licking their wounds. Therefore, they came here with antibodies, hoping to reach a consensus with the establishment and bring Ahn Jung's legacy into full play.

However, the reality is very different from what was expected, with the divided establishment long since abandoning research on a vaccine for the virus, the conservatives interrupting as far away from the ground as possible, and the radicals intent on winning in the chaos and going to the land where there is already a lot of life.

Song Yao smiled dumbly, thinking about it, Yao Jinsong, who was born in the army, has been trapped on the island for three years as the director of the neighborhood committee, and the war gene in his bones has long been burned...... Three years have passed, a considerable amount of resources has been accumulated, and a transfer station has fallen from the sky.

However, what puzzled Song Yao even more was that the establishment three years ago was forced to flee by the walking corpse, and three years later, where did Yao Jinsong have the confidence to bite the walking corpse? You know, now in addition to the walking corpses, there are also living corpse camps, and the threat and pressure are even greater than three years ago! Retaking land is not so simple, and it is not something that can be done by a group of people shooting and wielding knives to kill some walking corpses. And take Yao Jinsong's ambition as a war, how can the war be fought? War is to fight logistics, can logistics keep up? Killing the walking corpse requires weapons and ammunition, even if it is a cold weapon, it has to be replaced, right? How to solve the problem of personnel accommodation? How do you eat and drink Lazar? How to deal with injuries and accidents?

Song Yao couldn't think about it anymore, the population base around the island was less than 300 people at its peak, and there were Gao Yang and his gang nearby, not counting those solitary and scattered households like Lin Daochang, these two groups of people have been entrenched in the ancient city for three years, not to mention completely eradicating the walking corpses of the ancient city...... They can't even completely exterminate the walking corpses on their doorstep! It is necessary to rely on regular drainage to keep one side safe!

And now, Yao Jinsong wants to kill back with a golden knife in Malaysia?

After being silent for a long time, Wu Wentao, who pretended to be dumb, finally opened his mouth, coughed a few dryly, and asked, "I want to ask, how many soldiers are under your hands?" How can armed maneuvers be solved? Is it up to the soldiers to clean up the walking dead, or are there other ground or air forces? ”

Song Yao and Zeng Yadong were stunned for a moment, and Qi Qi turned their eyes to Yao Jinsong, they didn't know much about this kind of question, and they didn't know how to ask questions, but fortunately, Wu Wentao came with him today, at least there was an insider.

"It's not a problem." Yao Jinsong smiled reservedly, his eyes were quite appreciative, and said, "Have you been a soldier before? ”

"Demobilized." Wu Wentao responded casually, squinted his eyes and said, "It's not a problem?" Meaning, you've solved these problems? Is there a solution? ”

"Of course." Yao Jinsong nodded.

"So everything is ready, only the transit station is owed?" Wu Wentao's eyes were full of ridicule.

Yao Jinsong leaned back in his chair, flicked the cigarette ash, and chuckled: "It can save a lot of time." ”

"I don't quite understand." Wu Wentao picked up the cigarette case from Lao Yao and took out one, honestly and unceremoniously stuffed the remaining half of the pack into his pocket, raised his eyebrows and asked: "If you just need the island, then you can come directly with the troops, it seems that there is no need to tell us this in person." ”

"You're right, there are some parts that can really be skipped." Yao Jinsong nodded seriously, was silent for a moment, and then said, "But before I reach land, I don't want to waste a bullet." ”

Song Yao's face turned pale, and she felt that something was not quite right.

"The establishment faction is about to separate, Fiery Cross Reef is leaving, it is bound to take away some resources, Taiping Island's reserves are not enough to support large-scale transfer and later supply, I can easily take your island, but I can't divide so many people to maintain the operation of the island, my people have to carry guns, laundry and cooking need you." Yao Jinsong's expression returned to a smile, snuffed out the cigarette butt, supported the table with his elbows, and said: "I need an island that can provide stable logistical support, whether it is a transfer and landing, or a future land front, what I need is stability and a steady stream." If you can do it, then you can say what you want. ”

Song Yao and Zeng Yadong were reduced to observers, and the conversation between the two was foggy, and they didn't know how to insert it at all.

Wu Wentao smiled, took a puff of his cigarette, and said through the smoke: "Your bullets are still more reliable to deal with the people in the Gobi Desert, the walking corpse, we have a way to help you solve it, the premise is that we need a laboratory and a complete experimental team." ”

Feng Shui took turns, Song Yao was stunned for a long time, her expression was almost numb, and when she came to Wu Wentao, she finally won back a city, and Yao Da's expression in his chest was slightly suffocated, and his eyes changed.

Zeng Yadong was completely blindfolded, he thought that what the two sides were talking about today was what they said a few days ago, but he didn't expect that both sides did not play their cards according to common sense, and the content mentioned was unheard of.

"Although my time is not very valuable, I still don't want to waste it on meaningless exchanges." Yao Jinsong sat up straight, his expression cold. As a member of the establishment, he is naturally no stranger to the laboratory, and as soon as he heard these words, Yao Da immediately guessed what Wu Wentao meant, and his attitude immediately changed. The establishment research group began to experiment and experiment from the beginning of the catastrophe, occupying so many high-quality resources, spending countless manpower and material resources, and finally only disbanded the laboratory, and finally accumulated resources for several years, and then came to a research molecule? Isn't that unpleasant?

"Like you, we're not here to talk about it." Wu Wentao sneered frequently, not selling the face of this big leader in power, with an undisguised sarcasm in his smile, and said: "Do you have a group ground force? Is there a mechanical unit? Is there an air strike force? Is there a strategic arms reserve? ”

Yao Jinsong's face was angry, and his eyes became colder.

Wu Wentao just didn't see it, and continued: "Let's think you have it, but do you have so many people?" Your establishment is divided into two, and if you have all the fierce generals under your command, how many can you count if you are full? Thousand? Or eight hundred? Don't you have satellite surveillance? Not to mention cities, do you know how many walking corpses can reach in a township? No offense, I personally admire your ambition, but unfortunately it doesn't kill the walking dead. If you want to achieve the blueprint you just outlined, building a lab is your only option. ”

"Otherwise..."Wu Wentao sneered, ignoring Song Yao's stopping eyes, and said: "Don't talk about destroying the Gobi Desert, you can't even defend the port." ”

Song Yao sighed, she only knew that Wu Wentao was powerful in the past, but she had never found that her mouth was so slippery, it was really a group, no wonder Wu Wentao was much bigger than Song wine, but the two of them could talk very happily with each other, and they were crazy and boundless masters in their bones. People are the big bosses of Taiping Island, so you can't be tactful......

Wu Wentao obviously never knew what euphemism was, but the more he spoke, the more energetic he became, and in the end, the contempt and disdain in his tone were about to spray on Yao Jinsong's face. Looking at Wu Wentao's underbeaten face, Song Yao wanted to cry without tears, and exchanged glances with Zeng Yadong, who also looked confused, and the two women lowered their heads together, no longer hoping for the outcome of today's negotiations.

The person concerned didn't seem to feel the slightest strange atmosphere, he should still smoke and smoke, drink tea and drink tea, with a look of "God is the eldest and my second, you are a **", his expression was as usual, calm, as if he was waiting for Yao Jinsong, who had a cloudy expression on the opposite side, to lick his shoes.

The air in the room seemed to be drained, filled with a deep dullness, suffocating.

After a long time, Yao Jinsong, who had a storm brewing on his face, spoke, his voice was low, and said, "Seeing is believing, I want to see where your confidence comes from." ”

"Of course." Wu Wentao smiled lightly, got up and reached out to him: "Happy cooperation." ”

Yao Jinsong squinted and stared at Lao Wu for a long time, his cold expression suddenly loosened, and he laughed loudly and held Wu Wentao's hand.

The eyes of the two girls next to her almost flew out of their sockets.