Apocalypse Meltdown

The other person also nodded: "I also think that we can't take Chu Han too seriously. I have already consumed a lot of manpower to find it, but I can't find it. I think it is too far away from him, or It is this person who is an emperor in a small place and does not want to join the military camp."

"Mr. Commander." The third aunt also said something against it: "Let Chuhan look for it first. At this time, the military's excellent troops are not able to deal with the zombies. It takes a lot of manpower to find one that will not necessarily work for the military." People are really worth it!"

The priests frowned, and a pair of scorpions shimmered in the face of the serious face.

"But from the information of the return." Luo Ming looked like a fox-like, smiling mouth: "Chu Han in the Battle of the Copper City, a battle of a dead city, once participated in the battle and lived to the base of Shangjing There are about eighty people."

Listening to such a speech, many people frowned, and soon some people raised questions and disdain.

"80 people?"

"The number is too small, and it’s all dead in the battle!"

"The eighty people are almost negligible."

“How many evolvers are there among these eighty people? How many third or fourth orders are there?”

Looking at the people who are constantly asking questions, Luo Ming took a look at the nexting priest, and then continued to smile: "There are no famous evolutionists on the list, and at most a few first-order evolutionists. These eighty people originally thought All of them were included in the military, but it was strange that they all chose to refuse, and followed a veteran named Cheng Xiangguo. Yes, this relationship between Cheng Yinguo and Chen Shaoye is very good, almost nothing to say."

With such words, many people face each other and some do not understand what Luo Ming is doing.

“Only a first-order evolutionary, or just a few?”

"There are no second-order evolutionists. Is it a drag for such people to join the army?"

"Cheng Xianguo, this person, I know, nothing special."

"Except for Master Chen, other people are not important."

At this time, a general of the rank of a general stood up. This person was named Zhuang Hong. He once annihilated 10,000 zombies with an army of 8,000. It is worth mentioning that the team of 8,000 people only had guns. Nothing else, the record is proud.

"Luo Lao." Zhang Hong's face is serious: "I am a rough man, I can only do not understand those who bend around, the old 80 people you said, and what is the relationship with Chu Han?"

Other people's faces are equally weird. I can't understand the specialties of the 80 people. Even if they used to kill Zombies with Chu Han, what is the direct relationship between them and their search for Chu Han? And these 80 people say that the words are not good, there is really no value, most of them are ordinary people, and now the number of evolutionary people in China is close to 20,000.

Luo Ming did not rush to drink tea: "Biluochun, there are not many people who can drink now!"

"Luo Lao!" Zhuang Hong's look is unnatural: "In such an important meeting, even if you have a high weight, can you not talk nonsense?"

"Hey! Cough and cough!" When Zhuang Hong was cut off, Luo Ming quickly coughed a few times.

The people in the room were also jailed by Zhuang Hong’s words, but no one blamed him at the moment. Instead, he was quite vocal about Luo Ming. Zhuang Hong had made great contributions to the battle against the zombies, and he was still a general. The generals were quite admired for him.

After Luo Ming calmed down, this patrolled the humanity in a circle of seats: "I just said that these 80 people, you think it has nothing to do with this matter? Then you know that lithium batteries, cage hunting and cards Where did the battles of hunting come from?"

Listening to this sentence, Zhuang Hong stunned and blurted out: "Isn't the military's operational plan? The zombies have no brains and thoughts, including the fact that they have no vision at all."

"The Academy did study some of the characteristics of the zombies. We didn't even know that the zombies' hearing and smell were so sensitive. Even the zombies began to recognize the smell of gunpowder, or use the sound to avoid bullets." Luo Ming nodded, Then the voice suddenly turned: "But the combat plans that we did not think of before were brought back by the 80 people, not by the military."

"what?!"

"How is this possible?"

"I don't believe that the eighty people are very ordinary and there is no military talent at all!"

A voice is in doubt, and Zhuang Hong is even more frowning. He feels that Luo is joking.

"Do not believe?" Luo Ming continued to read silently, but his eyes flashed with the fascinating priests, and then he said: "The eighty people were originally 700 troops, but they came from the copper market. There was a lot of danger, and most of them died. Only a group of elites were left. You have not seen the scene where they got together. The things discussed are very surprising."

"Seven hundred people?"

"Seven hundred people have died so many along the way, only 80 are left. This data is ridiculous but it is in line with the current situation. Is there anything wrong with this?"

"Yes! It’s not easy to come from a place as far away as the copper market."

"But I heard that they came back with the retreating army of Shishi."

"Luo Lao." Zhuang Hong can't stand it: "If you have something, please say it."

"Then I said it straight, Zhuang General can not feel no face." Luo Ming still smiled.

"How can he have no face?" Someone immediately spoke to Zhuang Hong: "The army of 8,000 can kill more than 10,000 zombies, and the number of casualties is only less than two thousand. This data is no match. ”

“Is there really no one?” The smile on Luo’s face converges, and his eyes are as sharp as an eagle: “The battle of the dead city in the copper city is against the number of seven hundred people. Zombies."

When the words came out, all four were shocked.

"what?"

"Luo old, what are you kidding?"

"Seven hundred people are dead. Is it light? There is no bones!"

"Wait, seven hundred people, eighty people, that seven hundred people will not be the team of seven hundred survivors starting from the copper city? Then more than half of the dead on the road, lived eighty people?"

"Luo Lao, can't this be called a battle?" Zhuang Hong's head was fainting, refuting: "The tens of thousands of zombies, seven hundred people escaped, this is not called a campaign!"

"Who told you that it was escaped?" The pastoral commander who had never spoken before suddenly spoke out, and the voice was majestic: "The Battle of the Dead City in the Copper City, 700 people against 18,000 zombies, 18,000 zombies The group was completely annihilated, and none of the seven hundred people were killed or injured. They did not escape the copper market, but killed the zombies and left!"

boom!

As soon as this was said, all the bases in the room were on the rise, but they had not waited for them to speak out.

"The general commander who commanded this battle is Chu Han." Luo Ming fainted, and had a good mood to drink tea.