Jiang Ling stood beside him, gently patting his chest to comfort him:
"Lord, it's not their fault. Everyone knows how dangerous the wilderness is. Besides, it's okay if they don't complete the mission. Our Vermilion City has no shortage of Omega."
Zhang Hao, who had always admired Jiang Ling's charm and tenderness, did not show any relaxed expression at this moment. He stared at the people in front of him with a heavy gaze, feeling uneasy at the thought that they had only brought back less than 100 tons of bamboo.
His determination to complete the mission wasn't about that tiny bit of Ω.
Zhu Sha City now governs all the cities in the south, and the Southwest Jun District is stationed in Zhu Sha City. With so many talented people under his command, how can he not even complete a task of transporting a mere 500 tons of bamboo? How can he explain this to Long City?
I'm afraid that the higher-ups will have to come down and inspect it then!
As if knowing what he was thinking, Jiang Ling gently stroked his chest and softly comforted him:
"Don't rush, we still have three days. Send them all out and cut as many as they can. Aren't Cheng Zhen and the others still here? They haven't come back yet, so they can't have returned empty-handed, right?"
"You're right." Reminded by her words, Zhang Hao also began to place his hopes on Cheng Zhen and the others, asking his subordinates, "Has there been any news from them yet?"
Although he tacitly allowed Cheng Zhen and Long Wanzhi to lead their respective citizens to live in Zhusha City, he did not reduce the necessary surveillance.
"No," the subordinate replied.
"Any news from the refugee camp?"
"No, apart from going out of the city to build city walls and mining crystals, they haven't done anything else."
Zhang Hao fell silent, secretly comforting himself that no news was the best news.
Jiang Ling said in a charming voice, "City Lord, don't worry, I'll send someone to check on the refugee area right away."
Zhang Hao's face was grim: "If there's any disturbance, have them report it immediately."
After Jiang Ling instructed her men to go to the refugee area, Zhang Hao finally turned his gaze to the row of people kneeling before him and asked in a cold voice, "Tell me, what kind of monster did you encounter this time?"
For the past week, he's been driven mad by his bunch of useless idiots, who keep saying they encountered a poisonous bird in the wild.
What a joke!
Now it's an apocalyptic world with a lack of oxygen. Where can you find oxygen in the wild? All the animals have died and turned into zombies. Even the plants have stopped growing and are constantly mutating.
Therefore, every time a subordinate came back to report that they had encountered a bird monster, his first reaction was that it was a zombie, and he was even more furious at their incompetence!
The team that escaped this time was the worst off, but they also completed the most tasks. They brought back nearly 100 tons of bamboo, but very few of them died.
The leader was covered in injuries, not from the monster, but from when he stepped on the gas too hard on the way back, causing the truck to overturn and break his leg.
He trembled as he reported, "Reporting to the city lord, it was a very large bird, not just one, but many! They looked very strange, like birds and bees at the same time. The key thing was that they had a poisonous stinger on their tails, and no one who was stung survived; they all died."
This explanation was consistent with what the other teams had said before. Zhang Hao stared at them with a gloomy look and asked coldly, "Are you sure it's a live bird and not a zombie?"
The man seemed taken aback by the question, and after a moment's thought, he stammered, "I, I..."
Clearly, he himself was unsure.
Seeing his expression, Zhang Hao became even angrier: "Go down and receive your punishment yourself."
As soon as he said this, his men, who had been standing in the shadows, immediately moved out and dragged away the row of injured survivors kneeling on the ground.
The cries of agony and pleas for help quickly rose and fell, and the large hall fell silent in an instant.
Zhang Hao sat in the armchair, his expression gloomy, seemingly lost in thought. After a long while, he finally asked, "Do you think there really is that kind of monster they're talking about?"
Jiang Ling blinked her charming eyes, her soft, boneless hands gently massaging his shoulders, and said in a sweet voice, "No creature in this world can survive without oxygen."
"Is that so?" Zhang Hao hummed softly, closing his eyes and thoroughly enjoying her massage. After a while, he said, "Keep a close eye on the refugee area. Report back immediately if there's any disturbance there."
"Lord of the City, don't you trust me to do things?" Jiang Ling deliberately tightened her grip, expressing her dissatisfaction in a coquettish voice.
"Of course I trust you to handle things."
Zhang Hao reached out and grasped her delicate hand, then suddenly pulled her from behind to the front, trapping her in his arms. As he spoke, he buried his face in her neck, his hands reaching to undo her clothes, eager to release his desire.
A moment later, the once solemn and dignified council hall was filled with a woman's alluring and seductive voice, as well as intermittent and indescribable sounds.
Meanwhile, outside the city, thanks to Jiang Xiaoxin's sensory abilities, they cut down bamboo on several hilltops.
Jiang Wan also collected all the mother bamboos that giant pandas love to eat, and she can breed all of these bamboos whenever she has the chance.
With one day left before the mission was completed, Jiang Wan distributed the cooked multigrain porridge and corn buns to everyone, then asked Cheng Zhen, "Shall we go back now?"
Cheng Zhen glanced at the sky and smiled, "We're not going back. We still have some time. We just need to get back before we hand in the mission."
"So what do we do now?"
Yu Fen and the others were exhausted these past few days and had a huge appetite, eating steamed buns and bowls of mixed grain porridge one after another. When they heard that their leader was not going back yet, they couldn't help but complain.
I'm so tired, I really want to sleep. Although the refugee camp wasn't very comfortable, at least there was a bed. Unlike now, I can barely sleep with one eye open, and there's nowhere to lie down. We can only squeeze together in the RV to take a nap and keep warm.
Most of the time they were still busy cutting bamboo. It felt like if they continued like this for a few more days, their backs would be too sore to straighten up.
Moreover, they eat mixed grain porridge, corn, and steamed buns every day. Although sometimes a little meat is mixed into the porridge, they still crave some meat because of the high physical exertion.
Thinking of this, they remembered the dozen or so Qin Yuan that attacked them that day. They were all huge, and they were all meat. It was a pity that their sister-in-law said that they were poisonous all over and could not be eaten.
Looking at his hungry brothers, Cheng Zhen asked with a smile, "Don't you guys feel like you haven't eaten enough?"
Yu Fen was the first to nod: "Yes, ever since the oxygen-deficient apocalypse, I haven't had many meals where I'm full."
Cheng Zhen laughed loudly: "Everyone, just work hard for another half day."
He stood up and pointed in a certain direction down the mountain: "See that over there? Vast fields of grain! Let's harvest them and then go back! Then we'll have white rice and braised pork to our hearts' content!"
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