Rise From Doomsday Chapter 1623: 、plan
The government acted very quickly this time. On the third day after the army withdrew, they sent personnel into the slave area to clean up the battlefield. For government personnel, it is secondary. The most important thing is that the corpses of slaves must be recovered and cremated, otherwise, it will be troublesome if a plague occurs. Whether it's political future or personal safety, those in power in Tianfeng province don't want to see it.
The army shit, the government wipes the ass, but who let the grandson die. The government had to wring its nose to work.
Collecting corpses is not only done by government personnel, but also by surviving slaves, as long as they have the strength. For this matter, the interests of both parties are the same. The government does not want to get sick, and the slaves Bian is more realistic, they still want to live.
Liu Wei'an was the first to send people out. However, his purpose was not that simple. He was there to collect spoils. Whether it was guns and ammunition, or the military uniforms and equipment on the corpses, they were all he needed, except briefs. Other than that, everything else will be swept away. In addition, the wreckage of those blown up helicopters and the burning armored vehicles, these things are garbage to the army, but to Liu Wei'an, they are treasures and must be destroyed. Recycle. Take them all away before the other forces react.
This is when the tank was discovered.
The condition of the tank is very bad, with extensive burns, from head to toe, and almost no complete skin. If it weren't for everyone knowing that armored vehicle, if it wasn't for him still making a weak sound, almost no one would recognize him as the one Crazy and excited tanks.
Although Liu Weian said that he would spare no effort to save the tank, everyone knew that everything depended on God's will. If the tank can be sent to the hospital for treatment, it is estimated that there is still some hope of survival, but in the slave area, it doesn't matter what you want, it really depends on God's will. Liu Wei'an called Zhou Xingchen and asked if he could apply for a temporary pass. Zhou Xingchen was very embarrassed this time. He admitted frankly that if it was before the massacre, he could accommodate it a little bit. Because of the rebellion, no one dared to take risks at this time, even if they gave more money. Even if you apply for normal documents, this period of time is estimated to be several times longer. This is the case with officials. They would rather not make meritorious deeds than do wrong things.
Liu Wei'an remained silent, so he could only entrust Zhao Kangcheng to get more medicines, not afraid of expensive ones, only seeking good ones. Maybe the tank didn't want to die, or maybe the people on Mars were in good health. After being in a coma for eight hours, the tank woke up and was out of danger. After drinking a little water, he was still in the mood to ask how the battle was going. It's a pity to hear that the battle is over, as if it hasn't been enough.
"As long as you are still in the slave area, are you afraid that there will not be many opportunities like this?" Liu Weian walked into the room at this time, which has been set up as a temporary ward.
"It's a pity that there are no female nurses." Tank joked.
"I'll go to the red-light district of the commercial street and buy one for you, so that she can strip for you every day, do you want it?" Liu Wei'an said with a smile.
"I'll talk about it when I'm better." The tank fought a cold war. The burn in his job was worse than circumcision*, it swelled up, it would be no wonder it didn't hurt him to death.
"We are also considered a comrade-in-arms who came out of the trenches. You can say whatever you want, as long as I can do it, I will be satisfied." Liu Wei'an said.
"It is already the greatest happiness that people are not dead, what more can we ask for?" Tank suddenly sighed lightly, "It's a pity that the sixth master, the third master and the old lame, Zeng Jin's old fellow, are still left. How many next? I'm lucky."
"Don't think too much." Liu Wei'an was silent for a while, then raised his head and said: "There is no condition now, I will find a way to change your skin in the future, so as to ensure another handsome man."
"What does beauty and ugliness matter in the slave area?" Tank laughed, but because his head was wrapped in a lot of bandages, his voice was a little muffled, "I don't marry a wife, and God treats me well if I can live Already."
Seeing that the tank was in good condition, Liu Weian left at ease after chatting for a few words. He still had a lot to do.
In one day, there are too many forces to subdue, resulting in more foreign population than local population. These foreign populations are unstable, which is a very dangerous thing. However, after he went out, he found that Times Square was in good order. The messy situation that he had imagined had not happened. It's all thanks to Fang Xiaoyuan.
Speaking of Fang Xiaoyuan, there was obvious admiration and admiration on his face. It turned out that after the subjugated forces were brought back, they were all disrupted by Fang Xiaoyuan immediately, their minds and brains were all isolated, and then slaves from different forces were interspersed to form teams, which prevented them from having other thoughts.
If a person suddenly comes to an unfamiliar environment, he or she may be vigilant and uneasy, but if he is surrounded by familiar people, he will be more courageous and calm. Fang Xiaoyuan did this to prevent them from calming down.
The first step is to put these people in a state of hesitation, and the second step is to ask people to take ideological and political courses. In fact, it is not considered politics. I just briefly explained the rules of Times Square, such as not defecating anywhere. , not littering, not bullying the weak, etc., and then the most important point, assigning work.
From working for yourself to working for others, some people will naturally feel dissatisfied. At this time, the big move came out, and a few dishonest people were found to beheaded and sacrificed to the flag, and the rest of the people were quiet. After the stick, comes the carrot.
When the steaming steamed buns were brought out, these slaves who never had a sense of belonging immediately regarded Times Square as their reborn parents. After eating and drinking enough, Fang Xiaoyuan sent them to dig garbage. Once, no one complained, and everyone worked with all their strength.
Seeing Fang Xiaoyuan again, Liu Weian had the illusion that it had been a long time, but in fact it was only a few days. Maybe it was due to the fullness of the food, Fang Xiaoyuan's face was no longer blue, although she still didn't have much blood, but compared to when she just bought her, she can still see obvious changes, her hair is neatly combed, and her clothes are simple Her old clothes couldn't stop the capable aura emanating from her body.
"It seems that you have adapted here, so I feel relieved." Liu Wei'an said.
"Master." Fang Xiaoyuan called out respectfully.
"It's up to you if you don't want to call it." Liu Weian glanced at her. A slave must call her owner a master. This is a rule, but Liu Weian doesn't care so much.
Fang Xiaoyuan stopped talking.
"The hairy monkey said you have something to do with me?" Liu Wei'an asked.
"I want to know your intentions so that I can make a clear plan for Times Square. A Times Square without a clear goal cannot be developed." Fang Xiaoyuan's expression was calm.
"Have you already thought about it?" Liu Weian glanced at her.
Fang Xiaoyuan found a piece of paper, drew a circle on it, then pulled out three lines on the side, and said seriously: "This circle is the location we know, the slave area, which happens to be in the Three Great Empires At the junction of any empire, any empire wants to occupy this place, but the Three Kingdoms stand together, no one can succeed, this is our chance. However, it is too far to say this now."
Fang Xiaoyuan drew a small dot near the Han Dynasty, and said: "We are in this position now, close to the Han Dynasty, and only more than 100 kilometers away from the nearest Tianfeng Province. Our development is destined We cannot do without Tianfeng Province. To develop, we cannot do without resources and money, but do we have both. And in this place, there is no policy, so we have to think of other ways."
"We have people." Liu Wei'an emphasized.
"If the Dynasty sends a special force, it can easily wipe out tens of thousands of people here, or even more." Fang Xiaoyuan glanced at Liu Wei'an, "There are so many people, is it useful?"
Liu Weian suddenly rang the two missiles and was speechless.
"The only thing we have is these **** mountains that are not considered resources. People can barely count as a little bit. At least they are useful before they pose a threat to others. In addition, the biggest resource is the land here. This big circle is all ownerless." When Fang Xiaoyuan said the word "ownerless", a hint of madness suddenly shot out in his eyes.
"What do you want to say?" Liu Wei'an suddenly realized that he still underestimated Fang Xiaoyuan.
"These days, I've been thinking about how to use the land." Fang Xiaoyuan stared at the drawings.
"And then?"
"How could it be so easy." Fang Xiaoyuan showed a self-deprecating expression, "If it were so easy, this piece of land would not be your turn, but there is no waste in the world, only misplaced resources. It's not that this piece of land is useless, it's just that I can't think of it for the time being."
Liu Weian stared at the circle and three lines on the white paper, lost in thought.
"There is one more thing. I have no objection to the expansion of Times Square~IndoMTL.com~but slaves have to be selected. Old, weak, sick and disabled should not be brought back." "We are not a charity here."
Liu Wei'an frowned, but did not speak.
"Also, according to my plan, Times Square can accommodate about 15,000 people. If there are too many people, it will not create much value. After the number of people is full, there is no need to bring back the extra people." Xiaoyuan said again.
"No, there are hundreds of thousands of people in this slave area. Even if so many were killed, there should be more than a hundred thousand people. We can't give up these people." Liu Wei'an said firmly.
"The kindness of a woman." Fang Xiaoyuan shook his head slightly, "In this case, we have to implement a supplementary plan, the 'urban reconstruction plan'"
Urban Redevelopment? Liu Wei'an frowned again.
Three days later, the sphere of influence of Times Square has covered a radius of 500 kilometers, occupying all the garbage mountains, the population has reached 8,000 people, the number of cars has increased to 30, and the number of guards has expanded to 500 people. A steady stream of decomposed materials were transported out every day. It was already the fourth day when everything entered orbit. Early the next morning, Liu Weian left the slave area, passed through the gate, and entered the civilian area.