Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room instantly became serious.

The day before yesterday, we withdrew from there because of insufficient numbers.

Now, the topic of discussion among the few people in the room is still the capture of the factory.

There was no result yet, so they were told that the factory area had been occupied.

How can it be so fast?

Ma Zhiyong signaled others to stop talking and continued to ask: "Who occupied it? Please tell me in detail."

The driver took a deep breath and said: "When we came back, we came from the factory area. When we passed by, we looked inside along the gate. There were no zombies anymore. There was not a single shadow of zombies. They were all replaced by zombies. Skeletons, wearing ancient armor and holding cold weapons in their hands, guard the factory area like soldiers."

Skeleton?

The others frowned slightly, then reacted immediately.

Didn’t the convoy that came the day before yesterday contain skeletons like this?

It must be them.

"Fuck, we've been tricked. They must have known the location through us."

"That's right, that factory area should be ours."

Immediately, two people cursed.

Although I didn't find a way to capture it, I was the first to call for and organize manpower.

Now that someone else has occupied it, I feel aggrieved.

Ma Zhiyong's face was equally ugly.

Restoring power supply is a crucial step for the subsequent development of the entire camp.

Are we going to have a fight with those skeletons?

If the other party can take over that factory area alone, its strength must not be weak.

At that time, both sides will suffer losses and will be eliminated by the current environment.

Hearing the other people still cursing, Ma Zhiyong said directly: "Let's go to the radio station."

Several people got up and walked out together.

Entered a room on the second floor.

Opening the door, several women were chatting and picking out debris from the grain.

I saw Ma Zhiyong and others rushing in.

One person asked: "What's wrong?"

Ma Zhiyong said: "It's okay, just use the radio."

There is a radio station on the wooden table under the window. The sound is not loud. Inside, various shelters are discussing the issue of storing food before winter.

The city is still occupied by zombies.

Once winter comes, the north side needs to stock up on food in advance.

Otherwise it will be difficult to get through it.

Ma Zhiyong turned up the radio volume, picked up the microphone, and said, "Is there anyone in the auto repair shop shelter?"

In the radio station, the other voices discussing the rest fell silent.

Small talk is paused while messages are being delivered.

"This is an auto repair shop, what's going on?" A female voice came from the radio.

"I am here at the Flame God Sanctuary. I need to tell your leader something." Ma Zhiyong said.

"The leader is currently away..."

Before he finished speaking, another female voice sounded, "I'm here, just say it!"

All the shelters guarding the radio station were stunned.

How can we talk in two places?

There are two bases at the auto repair shop?

Ma Zhiyong said directly: "Do you occupy the photovoltaic field?"

The room suddenly became quiet.

Everyone is waiting for each other's answer.

"Yes!"

this…….

Although several people had guessed in their hearts, they still expressed surprise and disbelief when they heard it.

Those skeletons are really controlled by people.

It's actually possible to awaken such weird powers.

Before Ma Zhiyong could speak, the voices of several other shelters came from the radio again.

"The auto repair shop is not authentic. We agreed to attack together and share the spoils equally. Why did you guys take it?"

"That's right. After all, Captain Ma called for it. What do you mean by occupying it without saying a word?"

"How did you know the location of the factory..."

In each shelter, you and I began to question each other.

But there was still no response from the auto repair shop.

Ma Zhiyong was silent for a while, letting the radio criticize the auto repair shop, and then said: "Are you willing to exchange the photovoltaic panels?"

The rest were quiet again.

On the radio, the woman's voice from the auto repair shop sounded again, "It can be exchanged."

After a pause, he continued: "You won't be able to occupy that factory area in a short time. We can provide photovoltaic panels and food, and you can exchange the items we need."

And food….

How wealthy is this person to dare to sell food to all shelters?

Without waiting for Ma Zhiyong to continue speaking.

Then someone from the shelter asked, "What do you need?"

"Armored vehicles, weapons, corpse cores, gold and silver!" the other person replied.

Armored vehicles and weapons, no need to think about it, are the conditions proposed for the Flame God Sanctuary.

Only they have this kind of thing in their hands.

But gold and silver….

What's the use of having these at this time.

"Do you really want gold and silver?" someone asked.

"want."

Ma Zhiyong continued to interject, "What is the exchange ratio?"

The radio station went completely silent, everyone was waiting for the answer.

After a while, the answer came from inside, "We need to discuss it and will get back to you in the next two days."

"it is good!"

……

Put it back on the radio.

Ma Zhiyong and others still fell into silence.

It seems that the strength of the auto repair shop is much stronger than they predicted.

To be able to say that food is exchanged with all shelters is not something that ordinary people would dare to say.

"They want armored cars!"

"We can't give them to them. We only have these few cars. We can use our farts to give them to them."

"Then we don't need photovoltaic panels, and we don't have enough food in winter."

"Captain Ma, what do you think we should do?"

Ma Zhiyong still sat on the chair, thought for a moment and said: "The armored vehicle must not be handed over. Don't they also want gold and silver? Check if there are banks and gold shops nearby. There are not many such things."

"Yes, trade them with gold and silver."

"Go and prepare. We will go out tomorrow. While searching for supplies, we must also pay attention to the location of the gold store." Ma Zhiyong continued.

"it is good!"

Everyone nodded and dispersed.

……

On the same frequency band, all the shelters that heard the conversation were discussing this matter.

Most people's radios can only listen, but cannot deliver messages.

After learning that useless gold and silver could be exchanged for food or photovoltaic panels, everyone began to make preparations.

Perhaps, this winter can be passed safely.

……

Wu Heng returned to the factory with the skeleton.

After storing all the helmets in a warehouse.

The defensive formation was rearranged and the entire factory area was surrounded.

In fact, this place is really safer than the other side in the city, it is empty and there are no people around.

However, some precautions must be taken to avoid any problems.

After everything is arranged.

Passed through the boundary gate and returned to his residence.

It's about four o'clock now, Wu Heng first asked the skeleton to lift a few telephone poles here.

Sit in the room for a while.

He got up and headed to the association again.

The entire association is still lively, and this time is also the time when the mercenary group gathers.

Walking into the hall, in addition to the staff, some team members and captains greeted them from a distance.

It seems to be very familiar.

"Captain Wu Heng, here is your letter." The front desk shouted to this side.

Wu Heng walked over and saw only one letter. Judging from the pattern of sealing wax, it was Slater's reply.

After thanking him with a smile, he walked towards the lounge.

……

There was no one in the lounge.

Wu Heng sat at the desk, cut open the sealing wax, and took out the letter.

It is still neat and beautiful text.

As long as the content is written, it is to express gratitude for Wu Heng's trust and some internal situations of the Secret Whisperers.

Wu Heng took a rough look.

I feel that the tone in Slater's letter this time is a bit too formal, without the hint of quietness in the past.

The last paragraph said that three days later, he would come to Luntam City again to pick up the 'Blood Cup'.

Let Wu Heng fulfill his words last time.

Pick her up at the border.