Chapter 144 Warriors Squad.
The next day, public radio channels began repeating the same proclamation from morning till night, with intervals of half an hour between each.
"District Nine has reached a ceasefire and friendly agreement with the zombies. All survivors on the road, please return to the highway. Do not cross the city! Do not cross the city! Do not cross the city! The highway is our safe zone, the city is the zombies' territory. Any party actively entering the other's territory will be considered a declaration of war. If you need remote support due to insufficient supplies, please send a signal to District Nine and we will send people to support you."
"This is District 18. Can I stay in the mountains and farmland outside of the city?"
"No, the only safe areas are highways."
"But we need to find food urgently."
"Please provide your current location and provide details of the supplies you are missing."
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Two days later, on the morning of District 9's plaza, Shu Lan held a megaphone in one hand and a map in the other. She announced, "The Zombie King promised me that from Qingyun River down, there will be no zombies actively attacking humans in this entire area. There are many survivors on the highway who have been unable to continue their journey due to lack of food, water, or fuel. They have come to District 9 and need brave warriors to rescue them."
Someone weakly asked, "Commander, will you come along to protect us?"
Shu Lan said, "I told you it's safe, why would you protect me? I trust my sister 100%. To be on the safe side, everyone who goes out will be equipped with a gun."
Even though she said this, there were still many worried voices: "There should be a lot of high-level zombies outside now..."
"I dare not. I can't even shoot a gun."
On the contrary, a man raised his hands and shouted almost as soon as she finished speaking: "Me! Commander! Me!"
There were too many people. Shu Lan tilted her head to look. "It's you, Jing Hongyu. Wait a minute, I'll tell you about the reward. For every person you bring back alive, you'll get three food coupons. Those who have ideas can move forward, and those who don't can go back to work."
Three coupons are not a small number. One food coupon can be exchanged for five eggs and half a pound of pork. If you have enough food coupons, you can get ingredients and cook your own food. You can also use them to exchange for better clothes and shoes in the warehouse.
With the generous reward, nearly a hundred warriors remained where they were.
Shu Lan looked around and saw some familiar faces. She nodded and said, "Let's pick a few captains. You don't have to do anything else for the next few days. Deputy Commander Lao Lu will take you to practice how to use weapons. Once you've learned enough, you can set out to collect supplies and carry out the mission."
"Okay, Commander."
At noon, Ji Xin brought lunch to Ji Lan, who had been doing the accounting in the office all morning, and mentioned this matter: "That kid is quite brave. He was the first to respond when asked to go out for support. Now there are high-level zombies everywhere outside. They dared to go to support even though they don't have special abilities."
Ji Lan's hands gradually slowed down while eating: "Jing Hongyu?"
"Yes, that's him, the silly boy who follows you around and flirts with you every day."
Ji Lan lowered her eyes and said softly, "He has always been that kind of person."
"Commander is so generous. He gives three food coupons for every person he brings back. If they bring back thousands or tens of thousands, wouldn't they be able to live comfortably for the rest of their lives?"
Ji Lan said, "High risk, high reward. Of course, courageous people deserve better rewards. However... we are running low on paper and ink for making food stamps."
She had to find a way to resolve this issue in advance, otherwise when she couldn't send the person, someone would question the commander's authority.
Shu Lan stood in front of the captives from District 32 and asked, "Who is the deputy commander?"
Tied up like dumplings and locked in a small dark room for two days, the starving people in District 32 looked in the same direction at the same time.
It was a woman with a hungry look on her face and dull eyes.
Shu Lan walked over and asked, "You said you wanted to occupy District 9?"
Yang Yi, deputy commander of District 32, uttered two words in a weak voice: "Bei... Ting..."
"She's dead."
A trace of sorrow flashed across Yang Yi's face. She suddenly opened her eyes and cursed with all her might, her voice hoarse, "Do you know that you've killed the savior who had the greatest chance of killing the Zombie King?"
Shu Lan was speechless: "If you are really that powerful, would you die in my hands? You are also a bit stupid, go find your savior."
There are many ways to kill Yang Yi, but the loud gunshot can bring psychological shock to those around.
"Your commander is dead. Do you want to avenge them, continue your ambition to occupy District 9, or stay and live together? You can make your choice now."
Shu Lan tilted her head and said to her personal guard Fang Botao, "Untie them."
Fang Botao replied in a resounding voice, "Okay, Commander!"
When their stomachs were empty and their willpower was at its weakest, they saw the leader's corpse and had no desire to resist. All they felt was panic and fear.
"How can we...stay?"
Fang Botao continued in a sonorous and powerful voice: "Repeat after me, OK Commander!"
"Okay, Commander!"
Shu Lan nodded: "Take him to take a shower and eat, and go to the HR department to go through the procedures."
"Yes, all of you follow me."
The former psychic who regained his sight held his head, looking at the bright and clean base and the busy people in the distance with a confused and disbelieving expression: "Has it...been considered joining District 9?"
"Well, if you hadn't thought of all those bad ideas, you wouldn't have to suffer these past few days."
"That disappeared supernatural power..."
"Don't even think about it. That's the threshold for joining the base. We don't really need that many psychics here."
There was no time to mourn the loss of their special powers. The hot water flowing automatically from the bathhouse made the tired and exhausted people feel great happiness after traveling all the way.
“The water is actually hot!”
Hearing the exclamations from the bathhouse, Fang Botao smiled proudly: "Wash it clean, but don't waste the soap. We made it ourselves and it's very precious."
Next was the cafeteria. Since they went there early, they were able to eat before everyone else.
Everyone practically buried their faces in their bowls. Fang Botao continued, "You have to keep these bowls for yourself. They're very valuable. If you want new bowls, you have to exchange them for food stamps."
"Uh-huh, um-huh, what's your name, big brother?"
"My last name is Fang, you can call me Meimei! You don't have to wait in line, come over here, I've prepared food for you."
The people in District 32 gradually feel the life in District 9, which is full of fireworks, warmth and beauty, and like a utopia on earth.
In the dim room, the bleeding corpse was buried in the ground as usual.
Shu Lan took Shu Maomao out of the small dark room, rode on the electric scooter, and rushed to the next work place.
The trained team of 100 warriors was divided into two teams. Armed with guns, they drove large trucks filled with supplies and empty trucks ready to carry people onto the highway, leaving District 9 to pick up the survivors stranded on the road.
Shu Lan stroked her chin and looked out at the convoy: "I always feel like something is missing..."
Suddenly, a loudspeaker blasted: "Commander! The people in Area 1 want to speak to you!"
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