After finishing a bunch of trivial work, on the fourth day, Wang Tu sent an invitation to all the large and small shelter forces within the boundaries of the old city.

I hope everyone will sit together, have a tea party, knock melon seeds, chat, and exchange development experiences.

The last days are "natural disasters", no one is spared, and if you want to live, you have to become stronger.

It is definitely not okay to stand still and enjoy comfort.

Those who work hard are running forward, and those who get by don't need to waste limited food.

Another meaning is to emphasize again -

The old town is back in human hands, and has a new ruler!

After nearly half a month of fighting before and after the reconquest war, artillery fire poured into the city, floating corpses were everywhere, and the banners of Xinghuo Town could be seen everywhere, no one dared to underestimate this armed organization that suddenly rose in the wind and rain, and became more and more powerful.

As time passed, as a large number of zombies were slaughtered and cleared, the survivors who survived in this area finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Some of them were extremely worshipful and chose to join Starfire Town.

There are also those who strengthen their trade with Spark Town and do their best to help.

At the same time, there are also some selfish people who stand by and take advantage of the chaos to plunder various resources in the city, and even clash with the town guards of Spark Town.

Getting rid of them is only a matter of words for the king's disciples.

His opinion was that the gang could help. If you should be beaten, you will be slapped into the ground to prevent future troubles.

Qi Dingshan was personally in charge, led the team out, and wiped out the most popular forces from the world in only two hours.

Selfishness is an understandable behavior, they all want to live, and they are stupid if they don't fight.

Therefore, in the treatment of other survivors, Wang Tu did not ignore the killer.

At present, the cold winter has passed, another greater victory has been ushered in, and the development and construction are in an orderly manner.

The meeting was held because the kings needed to tell those people that in the old city, there were survivors of all identities who could stay and live together to fight against the forces of evil.

But there can only be one force.

The more people who work, the better, and the people who are in charge and make decisions, one is enough.

Send someone from the town guard to deliver the notice.

Compared to the strict military discipline of the Red Police Corps, these guys are more like bandits, very fierce.

Fighting zombies and parasitic beasts, they may have limited abilities, but in front of the survivors, they are powerful.

The information of the entire old city was clearly understood by Xinghuo Town, so the members of the town guard came to visit one by one with guns and knives.

If you are a person, you will think that this is a Hongmen banquet, but there may be no problem if you go, if you don't go, I am afraid that the problem will appear on the spot.

So, at noon that day, everyone arrived.

The "leaders" used their own means of transportation, some on foot and some by car, to reach the outer edge of Spark Town, near a spacious square.

This place has long been cleaned and tables, chairs and benches have been set up.

On the desktop, there are really melon seed candies that ordinary people can't eat on weekdays.

If there is a tea party, who will believe it?

Around, there were tall soldiers standing tall and tall, with tall postures like pines, loaded guns and ammunition, and their expressions were full of coldness and indifference, without a trace of emotion.

Looking at them, the "leaders" unconsciously lowered their posture, did not dare to make a loud noise, and even if they spoke, they covered their mouths with their hands and whispered.

Since the emergence of the last days and the development of their efforts, the most under their hands is only a hundred, dozens of long guns and short cannons, in front of Xinghuo Town, they are hairy children who can be beaten if they want to.

"What are we going to do? Is there any brother who knows ......"

"Damn, it's definitely not good, I already knew that there was ...... day"

"Well, I've told my brother that if I don't go back, he'll lead my brothers out of here......"

"I don't understand, why such a big force still cares about our little shrimp ......"

In the past, these people were either rich or noble, and there were also ordinary people who ran around for firewood, rice, oil and salt, and the special environment helped them grow up, and they were able to stand out from ordinary survivors and form forces, so they were naturally very shrewd.

They were forced to arrive, racking their brains to find a countermeasure, trying to retain what little power they had.

Or perhaps, think about how to use limited resources in exchange for maximum benefits.

Join Starfire, of course, but ...... At least give me a position, right?

However, in the face of absolute strength, these are all clever.

They are not qualified to decide their own destiny.

In the corner, a woman in a black leather jacket is picking her nails, and instead of joining the crowd of exchanges, she chooses to sit quietly alone.

She has thought about how to deal with her own people in Spark Town, and she understands it very clearly.

If you plan to use an iron-blooded wrist, you would have used it a long time ago, but the other party has this strength.

But now, a so-called exchange tea party was held, inviting a group of people to come over, chat, drink tea, and talk about the mountains.

The intent is obvious.

Isn't it just trying to gather up a pile of loose sand......

The city is so big, there are too many dead, and there are still too few survivors.

People are the greatest resource.

"It's boring." The woman shook her head, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and knocked them boredly, unwilling to listen to the nonsense voices of the men next to her.

is ruthless, and his expression is arrogant enough, and he has the ability to stand up and say it, and he is sneaky.

Saying bad things about other people's Xinghuo Town, what can't be eaten, poor treatment, oppressive management, and no soaking and peeing, if you want to join others, you can't accept it.

"Garbage."

She scolded secretly, put the melon seed shells neatly on the table, habitually crossed Erlang's legs, and her thoughts flowed, and she couldn't help but plan other problems.

Recently, I exchanged things from the mercenary office in Spark Town, used special channels to go to other districts, and sold and traded in the survivor bazaar.

If you refuse to join Spark Town, it will definitely be difficult to mix in the old city in the future, but if you do, you will really be like everyone else.

She enjoys this feeling of hard work in exchange for gain, tired, risky, but very happy and free.

However, a large part of his companions yearn for Spark Town and want to live a relatively comfortable life, and he can't help but think about them.

She frowned, only to feel that everything was not going well, and her heart was suddenly numb.

It's really not good, let's finish the last order first?

I came back yesterday, and I just exchanged a batch of things from the mercenary office, and I still stored them in a hidden warehouse.

When the meeting is over, ask for the opinions of the companions, and everyone goes their separate ways, or leads the people to wander in other realms.

And two days ago, the three weirdos who let themselves find out the news, the woman planned to meet with them, saying that if she couldn't do it, she could take the opportunity to exchange for a good resource.

The Destiny Company has a deep position in the empire, but it is low-key and little known, and the woman used to know about it by chance.

Although there are risks in trading with them, it is always better than some small forces that have no bottom line at all and will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.

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