"Okay, Commander Lin." Guo Zhen nodded, walked towards the survivors, and shouted, "Follow me!"
The survivors looked at Guo Zhen in horror. His fat body was a bit ugly, but it was definitely scary.
All the survivors followed Guo Zhen obediently into the air-raid shelter.
They saw many survivors wearing electronic chains like them.
But they were surprised to find that these survivors were working hard, without any fear or even dissatisfaction. Instead, they worked very hard.
This is so wrong!
Now that they are all slaves, no one will have this kind of passion for work.
At this time, a series of bells rang out in various places in the air-raid shelter.
That was the bell for the end of get off work, which also meant it was time to cook, and it was also the happiest moment for the survivors.
Seeing this, Guo Zhen smiled and said to the 200 or so survivors, "You're lucky. You arrived at the base just in time for lunch."
As he spoke, he also used the intercom to speak inside: "This meal will be enough for more than 200 people."
The survivors were stunned. More than 200 more people, were they for them?
How is this possible?
In the apocalypse, no one would be so kind to slaves. It would be good enough if they could be given something to eat after being hungry for a day. When the big bandits caught them, they would only give them food to sustain their lives every day.
But when buckets of rice as crystal clear as jade were brought up, the survivors were dumbfounded when they saw them lining up with happy faces and filling their bowls with rice one by one.
It was when Guo Zhen called out to them and asked them to get their own bowls and line up.
How is this possible?
Are they dreaming?
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