Zheng Jieming put down the living road in his hand and talked to Hua Feng.

"I've always been supportive of your approach." Hua Bong said, "But I still have some ideas to talk about." ”

"You say." When Zheng Jieming heard Hua Feng's opening remarks, he felt a little stalked.

"I don't have a problem with saving people, but will it be worth the loss? If we reduce the number of people in the process of killing zombies, wouldn't it be too much loss. Hua Bong said.

"So we have to fight as hard as possible and avoid attrition." Zheng Jieming said lightly.

"For example, in the car just now, that person has already clearly changed his body, why don't you kill him."

"We all know he's mutated, but what do the people who traveled with him think? Will it be a fluke and think that we are too reckless to kill their people? Zheng Jieming said, "If you want these survivors to follow us, the most important thing is not to accept people. ”

"But you want to take care of yourself?" Hua Bong added.

"yes, that's what it means." Zheng Jieming thought to himself, don't you quite understand.

So, what does Yu Zekai think of us? What do you really think? Hua Feng then began to intervene in the topic he wanted to express, "Do you also plan to gather the survivors, or do you want to do things for people like Yu Zekai?" ”

"What do you mean?" Zheng Jieming was a little cautious, "You are against Yu Zekai, I know." ”

"Yes, I don't want to have anything to do with this kind of person, and I don't want to be too involved in the battle of the doomsday government, I just hope that everyone can live well in the amusement park." Hua Bong said, "I'm not against saving people, but I always feel that it's not normal to save people for the sake of a certain exchange of conditions." ”

"You said you were going to support my approach." Zheng Jieming asked Hua Feng with a straight face.

"That's right, I'll support you. It's just that we don't want our team to go off course in the future. Hwabong expressed his concerns.

Off the way? In what direction? Zheng Jieming didn't particularly understand the meaning of what Hua Feng said at this time, he only felt that no matter what the motive for saving people was, a few people had been rescued now! The number of people is increasing, so there is no problem in that way.

But Zheng Jieming didn't continue to ask, he felt that no matter what everyone thinks, there will always be a variety of opinions in a team, as long as these opinions can be gathered into the team's current general practice, then there is no problem with any opinions.

Hua Feng may think more and more carefully, what he thinks about is that although it is no problem for everyone to save people, but because of this, it is more and more unclear to have a relationship with the doomsday government, and more conditions will slowly come, which makes survival more and more impure and more and more subject to others.

"Well, forget it, no problem. Take a break, I'll have to go out tomorrow. Hua Bong said, no longer discussing this issue, which he himself found a little confusing.

He prefers to live a simpler life, even if it is to kill zombies, it is simpler to kill. Before the zombie crisis, what he pursued was also an extremely simple life, which was not related to "leadership", "performance", and "promotion", and now in the end of the world, it is the same, and he does not want to be too deeply involved in concepts such as "exchange", "conditions", and "doomsday government".

He pursued more of a utopian way of surviving - though he knew it wasn't a utopia right now.

"Okay, you have a good rest." Zheng Jieming said, he looked at the back of Hua Feng turning away, and felt that his identity in his mind had gradually changed from "Hua Hui's brother" to "survival partner".

He couldn't tell if the shift was "up" or "down."

Thinking of this, he simply left the express hotel and walked to the small vegetable garden to check the results of everyone's day's labor, and by the way, he told everyone about the results of today's collection of survivors.

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With the exception of Lotte's aunt and uncle, most of the other new survivors were hungry for a day or two, and Geng Zhi provided them with a simple meal, and after they devoured it, they each found a place to live.

Hua Xiangjia and Lao Yan lived together, and after these two people arrived in the new place, they actively wanted to find some work to do, and Geng Zhi assigned them to a small vegetable garden to help them plant vegetables and cultivate land.

"Isn't there enough food in the supermarket?" Hua Xiangjia thinks that it is not worth the effort to reclaim the famine, and it is better to spend time outside to collect supplies.

Geng Zhi smiled and calculated the account for him.

"Even if you only eat three loaves of bread a day, there are thirty or forty of us, and the follow-up personnel will have to be increased, even if fifty people are counted, how many loaves of bread are a day?"

"One hundred and fifty." Hua Xiangjia replied.

"How many in a month?"

"A thousand... Four thousand five hundred. After Hua Xiangjia converted his intuition into numbers, he found that this number was very large, "It turns out that there are so many!" ”

Geng Zhi suddenly thought of another number.

"The population of the Northern City is 20 million, our group of survivors, or according to the calculation of fifty people, if each person kills three zombies a week on average, how much is a week?"

"What? What are you doing with this? Lao Yan was puzzled.

"Kill one hundred and fifty a week." Hua Xiangjia replied.

Geng Zhi began to count the number of survivors he had encountered so far, and he felt that according to the density of the people he had encountered along the way in various locations, how could there be thousands of people alive in the central urban area of the northern capital.

"If a thousand people kill three per person a week, it will be three thousand a week. That's 12,000 a month, and at least 100,000 a year! Geng straightened the number, and his eyes began to glow.

"It's only a hundred thousand a year, when will 20 million zombies be killed?" Lao Yan was a little depressed in his heart, "Except for it, a hundred years is not enough to kill." ”

"Can zombies live for a hundred years?" Hua Xiangjia said coldly, "This group of zombies can't live too long, right?" We don't know how they survive, but a few years should be the upper limit. ”

"I don't know, these things are already 'dead' people in a sense, measure when they will naturally 'die again'? We know too little about them. Lao Yan said.

"It doesn't matter how long they live, it doesn't matter if they live forever." Geng Zhi interrupted the discussion between the two and continued to elaborate on the sparkling thought in his heart, "Actually, humans have a way to kill zombies in large quantities, and zombies are just more simple running and chasing, and this number is likely to have a peak from time to time. ”

"In order to get us out today, how can you kill hundreds of zombies?" Hua Xiangjia said.

A hundred people, if converted into names, may seem long, but actually standing together, it doesn't seem like much.

"I don't know what your record is today, but a few days ago, Zheng Jieming led everyone to burn to death in the quarry." Geng Zhi said.

Lao Yan was dumbfounded when he heard this number, he remembered that in some of the past apocalyptic novels, thousands of them could use the army.

But he thought back a little about the scene of every meeting and crowded bus, and carefully counted the people, only to realize that a hall could fill these people.

"Of course, the amount of lethality like that day is hard to come by, when we were in Lan Yuting before, heavily armed soldiers with military vehicles and big trucks couldn't resist the siege of the tide of corpses, so it's always okay to compromise and kill twenty per person every week!" Geng Zhi continued to revise these figures, "If a thousand people in the Northern City survive, it will be 80,000 a month, and it will be almost a million a year!" ”

"So, if we insist on killing zombies, we will be able to kill all zombies one day! Isn't it! Geng Zhi came to a conclusion, "We have a group of survivors, if there are 1,000 survivors in the North City in the end, and everyone persists in killing, we may be able to get rid of all the zombies within a few years!" ”

The straightforward talk attracted the attention of the others, and everyone came over to think about it and put forward their own ideas.

"That being said, but we have been attrition along the way, and half of the people who have died may have died, and we don't have good medical care and living conditions, so these factors have to be considered." Zhang Xiushan said.

Moreover, even if each survivor is given a quarry pit, who can slaughter zombies in large quantities, can anyone be expected to do it except for a madman like Zheng Jieming? Chang Bing recalls that when he was first surrounded in a residential area, everyone had to flee upstairs.

Zheng Jieming also walked to the vegetable garden at this time, and listened to everyone's discussion, and felt that his eyes were bright.

"Then now we also have the Doomsday Government, and under the Doomsday Government, we also have a piece of our own paradise of existence, everyone is here, and it is not bad to run a good life." Zheng Jieming said.

"We can't let this place be attacked by zombies as well!" Lao Yan said.

Zheng Jieming looked at him and was quite satisfied with his words. "It seems to be fitting into our team very quickly."

"You can't be conquered by anyone else." Geng Zhi said.

"That's right. In any case, this can be regarded as giving everyone a hope, this speed may be slower, it may be two or three years faster, and it will be slow, at most a few years, right? Zombies can't live indefinitely, right? Humanity can always rebuild its homeland. Zheng Jieming said, "Now we insist on killing zombies every day, hoarding food, strengthening the fence, and doing a good job in the production that can be done, and it is best to raise some animals later, chickens, ducks, fish and geese. ”

A paradise of life.

This seemingly ordinary chat that afternoon implanted a great hope in everyone's gloomy hearts -- as long as they persist in living, maybe two years, maybe three years, or at most ten years of protracted war, the zombies can always be wiped out, and humans will still have the upper hand.

Although the process may not be so simple, and the result may not be as everyone thinks, this hope is enough to support everyone to go on -- one more step, one more step.