Rise From Doomsday Chapter 78: , planning
The government moved quickly this time. On the third day after the army withdrew, it sent personnel into the slave area to clean the battlefield. Simply put, the corpses of the soldiers must be recovered and buried one by one. However, these are for For government personnel, it is second. The important thing is that the corpses of slaves must be recovered and cremated. Otherwise, the plague will cause trouble. Regardless of whether it is from the political future or personal safety, those in power in Tianfeng Province do not want to see it.
The army shit, the government wipes its ass, but who made the grandson die? The government had no choice but to twist its nose to work.
The collection of corpses is not only done by government personnel. The surviving slaves are also doing it 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. The slaves do The side is more realistic, they still want to live.
Liu Wei'an was the first to send people out, but his purpose was not so simple. He was to collect the spoils. Whether it was guns and ammunition, or the military clothing on the corpse, all he needed, except for briefs. Apart from that, everything else is swept away. In addition, the wreckage of the bombed helicopters and the flaming armored vehicles are **** to the army, but to Liu Wei’an, they are treasures. Recycle. Before the other forces can react, take them all away.
The tank was discovered at this time.
The tank’s condition is very bad, with extensive burns, from head to toe, almost no complete skin, if it weren’t for everyone to recognize the armored car, if it wasn’t for him to make a faint sound, almost no one would recognize him as that. Crazy and excited tank.
Although Liu Wei'an said nothing to treat the tank, everyone knew that everything depends 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, there is nothing to do. 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 frankly said that if it was before the massacre, he would still be able to accommodate him. Because of the rebellion, no one dared to take a risk at this time, even if it was to give more money. Even if you apply for a normal certificate, this period of time is estimated to be several times longer. That's how officials are. They would rather not do meritorious service than do wrong.
Liu Wei'an was silent, so he could only entrust Zhao Kangcheng to get some more medicines. Maybe the tank didn't want to die, maybe the human body on Mars was better. The tank woke up after being in a coma for eight hours and was out of danger. After drinking a little water, he was still in the mood to ask how the battle was going. It was a pity to hear that the battle was over, as if he hadn't fought enough yet.
"As long as you are still in the slave area, are you afraid that there are not many opportunities like this?" Liu Wei'an walked into the room at this time, which has been set up as a temporary ward.
"Unfortunately, there are no female nurses." Tank joked.
"I will go to the red light district of the commercial street to buy one for you, and let her striptease for you every day, do you want?" Liu Wei'an smiled.
"Wait until I get better." The tank fought a cold war. The burn at his job was worse than that of the circumcision surgery, and it swelled up, so it's only strange that he didn't die in pain.
"We are also considered a comrade-in-arms coming out of the trenches. Whatever you want, just say, as long as I can do it, I will be satisfied." Liu Weian said.
"People are not dead, they are already the greatest happiness, what else can you ask for?" Tank suddenly sighed lightly, "It's a pity that Liu Ye, San Ye, and the lame, the old fellow of Zeng Jin, there is still left. What are the next? I'm lucky too."
"Don't think too much." Liu Wei'an was silent for a long time before raising his head and said: "Now there are no conditions. I will find a way to change your skin in the future to guarantee another beautiful man."
"What does beauty and ugliness have to do in the slave area?" Tank laughed, just because his head was wrapped in a lot of bandages, and his voice was a little vague. Up."
Seeing that the tank is in good condition, Liu Weian talked a few words and left with confidence. He still had a lot to do.
Within one day, too many forces are subdued, resulting in more migrants than local populations. These migrants are uncertain. This is a very dangerous thing. However, after he went out, he discovered that everything in Times Square is in order. The messy situation of a large group of people sitting around and standing around did not appear. Everyone has his own business and is busy. Only when I ask the monkey, I know all this. It's all the credit of Fang Xiaoyuan.
When it comes to Fang Xiaoyuan, his face clearly has admiration and admiration. It turned out that after the subdued forces were brought back, they were all disrupted by Fang Xiaoyuan, and their heads, brains, and brains were all isolated. Then slaves of different forces interspersed and formed teams, thus avoiding them from having other thoughts.
If a person suddenly comes to an unfamiliar environment, he is probably alert and uneasy, but if he is surrounded by familiar people, he will be more courageous. 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 let people do ideological and political lessons. In fact, it is not regarded as politics. It is just a brief description of the rules of Times Square, such as not being allowed to urinate anywhere. , Don’t litter, don’t bully the weak, etc., and then the most important point is to assign work.
From working for oneself to working for others, people will naturally feel dissatisfied. At this time, the big move came out. A few dishonest people were found to kill the head and sacrifice the flag, and the rest were quiet. After the stick, it's the carrot.
When the steaming steamed buns were brought out, these slaves who had never belonged immediately regarded Times Square as their reproductive parents. After eating and drinking, Fang Xiaoyuan sent these people away to dig trash. Once, no one complained, and all worked with twelve minutes of effort.
When I saw Fang Xiaoyuan again, Liu Wei'an had an illusion after a long time. In fact, it was only a few days in total. It may be due to the fullness of food. Fang Xiaoyuan’s face is no longer blue. Although there is still not much blood, compared to when she just bought her, she can still see obvious changes. Her hair is neatly combed and she is dressed plainly. Her old clothes can't stop her capable breath.
"It seems that you have adapted here, so I can rest assured." Liu Weian said.
"Master." Fang Xiaoyuan shouted respectfully.
"It doesn't matter if you don't want it." Liu Wei'an glanced at her. The slave must call her owner the master. This is a rule, but Liu Wei'an doesn't care so much.
Fang Xiaoyuan stopped talking.
"The Woolly Monkey said you have something to do with me?" Liu Wei'an asked.
"I want to know your intentions in order to make a clear plan for Times Square. A Times Square without a clear goal cannot be developed." Fang Xiaoyuan's expression was calm.
"Do you already have an idea?" Liu Wei'an glanced at her.
Fang Xiaoyuan found a piece of paper, made a circle on it, and then pulled out three lines on the side, and said seriously: "This circle is the location we know, the slave area, just right in the three empires. Any empire wants to occupy this place, but the three kingdoms stand together and no one can succeed. This is our opportunity. However, it is still too far away 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 the nearest Tianfeng Province is more than 100 kilometers away. It is destined for our development. We cannot do without the wind and wind. 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 sent a special force, it could easily wipe out tens of thousands of people here, or even more." Fang Xiaoyuan glanced at Liu Wei'an, "Is it useful?"
Liu Wei'an suddenly sounded the two missiles and was speechless.
"The only thing we have is these garbage mountains that are not considered resources. People can barely count them, at least until they pose a threat to others, they are still useful. In addition, the biggest resource is the land here. This big circle is owned by no owner." When Fang Xiaoyuan said the word no owner, there was a sudden burst of madness in his eyes~IndoMTL.com~What do you want to say? "Liu Weian suddenly realized that he still underestimated Fang Xiaoyuan.
"These days, I have been thinking about how to use this land." Fang Xiaoyuan stared at the drawing.
"Then what?"
"How easy is it." Fang Xiaoyuan showed a self-deprecating expression, "If it is so easy, this piece of land will not be your turn. However, there is no waste in the world, only resources that are misplaced. This land is not useless, but I can’t think of it for the time being."
Liu Wei'an stared at the circle on the white paper and the three lines, lost in thought.
"There is one more thing. I have no objection to the expansion of Times Square, but slaves have to be selected, and the old, weak, sick and disabled should not be brought back." Fang Xiaoyuan's eyes flashed lightly, "We are not here. Charity."
Liu Wei'an raised his brows and said nothing.
"Also, according to my plan, Times Square can accommodate about 15,000 people. If there are more people, it will not create much value. After the number of people is full, there is no need to bring back the extra people." Xiao Yuan said again.
"No, there are hundreds of thousands of people in this slave area. Even if so many are killed, there should be hundreds of thousands. These people, we can't give up." Liu Wei'an resolutely said.
"Women's benevolence." Fang Xiaoyuan shook his head slightly, "In this case, I had to implement a supplementary plan, the'Urban Reconstruction Plan'"
Urban reconstruction? Liu Wei'an frowned again.
Three days later, Times Square’s sphere of influence has covered a 500-kilometer radius, occupying all the garbage mountains, with a population of 8,000, the number of cars increased to 30, and the guards expanded to 500 people. Every day, a steady stream of decomposed materials was transported out. When everything entered the orbit, it was the fourth day later. Early the next morning, Liu Weian left the slave area, passed through the gate, and entered the civilian area.