Zhan Bei said coldly: "How many people do you have now?"

Two dead soldiers replied: "Twelve people."

Another person said: "Ten people."

These are two teams, responsible for patrolling the areas on both sides. Although the number of people is different, the responsibilities are the same.

When Jialiu brought his men out for reinforcements, he deliberately left patrols and guards without moving. After all, no matter how safe the mountain is, basic alert must be avoided.

More than twenty people are enough.

Zhan Beihan was silent for a moment and suddenly said coldly: "Call everyone, follow the warehouse of the A-font size, and transport the wooden boxes piled up in the corner to the A-font size furnace room, and there must be no mistakes!"

As soon as this order was issued, Xiao Lingyue's heart thrilled, and she couldn't help but look up at the dead soldiers.

The two dead men responded in a deep voice: "Yes, sir!"

Xiao Lingyue's heart sank, and the big rock fell to the ground in an instant, feeling an inexplicable sense of relaxation and a little sad.

It seems that these lower-level dead men who are only responsible for guarding and patrol may not know what the wooden boxes piled up in the A-shaped warehouse are. They just instinctively obey the orders, but will not question the rationality of the orders.

To put it bluntly, these dead soldiers cannot be considered sound "people".

But one by one, one by one, is polished and trained.

As a tool, obedience is the first place, and the master must be directed by the arm to be considered qualified. If no one rescues them, they will eventually become such a "tool".

The high obedience of tools can certainly allow real masters to use them with confidence, but at the same time, they also lose their original thoughts and instincts as "humans".

In other words, they cannot tell whether the "master" is true or false, and they cannot even tell at all.

Anyone can give orders to them as a mask and dressed up as a "master".

No matter what kind of order they are, they will do it, even if they are to let them die!

This is what the Dead Warrior Camp thought of.

Zhan Beihan saw this clearly earlier than Xiao Lingyue, so he snatched the ghost mask and had the authority to order these dead soldiers.

Two dead soldiers took the order and retreated. They quickly ordered the people in the team, walked down the stairs, and moved things in the A-font warehouse.

The corridor on this floor seemed empty for a moment, leaving only Zhan Beihan, Xiao Lingyue and Jiang Xun.

Seeing this, Jiang Xun's pupils dilated slightly and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that there was no one around, he turned his head to look at Xiao Lingyue, opening his mouth slightly as if he wanted to say something: "

Before he could speak, Zhan Beihan, who was standing in front of the iron gate, suddenly looked at him coldly.

There seemed to be murderous intent in his eyes.

Jiang Xun was startled and immediately shut his mouth, lowered his head and dared not speak.

Xiao Lingyue looked around quietly. She could not see the dead soldiers around her, but at the same time, she felt a sense of discomfort of being watched coldly, as if her eyes were still staring at them in secret.

The secret whistle on this floor has not yet been withdrawn!

If a flaw is accidentally exposed, it may still be exposed.

Xiao Lingyue and Zhan Beihan noticed this at the same time, and they exchanged glances with each other in the direction of the secret whistle.

Without words, Xiao Lingyue suddenly stepped forward and walked to the iron gate.

What is she going to do?

Jiang Xun lowered his head and stared at Xiao Lingyue's every move from the corner of his eyes.

But she saw that her fingers moved, and she took out a slender and curved wire from somewhere, and with the cover of her arms and body, she pierced directly into the keyhole.
Chapter completed!