Nearly 20,000 degenerate races, even if one black bread is given to them in groups of ten, consume a lot of food every day.

He gathered the other party to let them play their value and contribute their labor, rather than gathering them as a food bucket. Of course, it is impossible for these guys to be idle.

However, even if Colin wants to mobilize them, there will not be so many people for the time being...

He was so busy that he chose thousands of people to follow him and pursue him all the way. The other personnel could not handle it at all.

"It's a bit of a headache..."

Colin pinched his forehead. He couldn't kill all the people he had just received, right?

But after thinking about it, Colin decided to ask Roger to build a new "government hall" to store and accept the transformation of this group of people...

Thinking of this, he glanced around and saw that everything had almost finished, he walked off the chariot and returned to the car.

Then he took out the parchment roll, edited a set of information and threw it to Roger, and then threw it into his backpack without waiting for a reply.

I believe they will handle this matter well.

Colin seemed to have forgotten about this incident and asked a survivor in the chariot: "Have those weapons been counted?"

Most of the weapons of the degenerate race are made of various metal products, and each person has one, and the number is quite large...

Moreover, the quality is also very good, and each weapon weighs at least one or two pounds.

Colin is not very interested in melee weapons, after all, times have changed...

But he was very interested in the metals used to make weapons. After being damaged with shells, he could decompose and recover them, and then recast the artillery ammunition.

"I don't know when I can find the right iron ore..."

Colin sighed in his heart. The only thing he could rely on now is the recovery of the "system" in two days. At that time, the "World Channel" and "Trading Market" will be opened again, and at that time, the raw materials will be purchased from "online"...

He believed that not all survivors are as miserable as here. The main reason for the miserable here is that they wake up from the heavy snow in the "Qunfeng Cemetery"...

Many people had to give up their territory with amazing defense and chose to flee out in a hurry with chariots, and were found cheap by the fallen race...

The reason why survivors in this area are so easy to defeat is not that they cannot beat it, but that they cannot see it...

Where there is no "great miracle" trouble, as long as they can defend their territory, their strength can be exerted, confront the depraved race head-on, or even defeat the enemy.

"Calculate it out, you can accept it..."

After closing down the thought that had just passed by, Colin received the items from the other party, looked at them and nodded: "It's okay, one or two tanks will definitely be fine..."

Then he sent the things to the base area to let them suffer the trouble.

By the way, he notified Li Hang to come here immediately after handling the matter, and hand him over a new task - from the 20,000 degenerate races, try to select all the guys who are still combat-oriented, and then take them to the mountains and forests.

It will take at least half an hour to select personnel. Although this time seems not much, it is enough for the front line to undergo earth-shaking changes...

Moreover, the front line is now being stretched a little long and somewhat scattered. He needs to meet with No. 1, Russell and others as soon as possible.

Therefore, after Li Hang dealt with the survivors in a while, he would come here to select a group of degenerate races and provide subsequent reinforcements.

This time of coming and going for an hour is enough for the depraved race to recover and rest and then form combat power.

Finally, Roger will remotely control the temporary ruling hall to handle internal affairs...

Thinking of this, Colin couldn't help but shout perfectly.

Then, through the fog, he looked at the mountains and forests in the distance, as if he was looking through, and learned the specific details of the direction.

The forest is part of the "Quanfeng Cemetery" mountain range, but is only the lowest part, and there are not many dangers at present.

The main danger comes from two "lord-level distortions", but they are a bit far apart, and the safe paths explored by the fallen races, so it should not be a trouble for this pursuit.

"Fighting in the mountains and forests...it's time to play micro-fuck again."

Colin muttered in his heart, remembering another joke from a master of micro-cass. When Gongdelin was celebrating the victory of Xiaomeishan, an emergency and mysterious call suddenly reached Gongdelin, causing Chief Liu's fist to move 6 mm to the upper right...

Without thinking too much, Colin took out a blue dagger and injected spirituality into it.

The enemy guessed correctly. The battle between mountains and forests does have great restrictions on artillery, but this is not absolute...

Sometimes, unexpected surprises always appear in life.

...

In the mountains and forests, the deafening sound of artillery was gradually forgotten. Urnot and others looked back and could see the flashing of fire on the mountainside from time to time. After a few seconds of delay, an explosion occurred.

This was also the only time he dared to look back at the rear after running for several hours.

Obviously, when they reached this point, those despicable foreigners finally couldn't catch up.

They finally got a chance to breathe!

And at this moment, they suddenly heard the filthy creature laughing strangely.

"What are you laughing at?" Patton asked first, feeling whether the leader of the "skinder" was blown up and saw a skeleton on the other party's head...

It is indeed possible.

"I? I laugh at the outsiders who are just outsiders after all, and I don't know much about this place and dare not go deeper."

The leader of the "Skinned" opened his upper and lower jaws, vibrated the air in an unknown way, and sneered,

"Since we have the ability to suddenly ambush behind us, we dare not go deeper and set up further traps. If they set up traps here one step closer, then no matter how we do, we will suffer heavy casualties...

“But it’s a pity…”

Speaking of this, he mocked again and told Patton that they were about to leave the team.

Since there is no danger here, it is likely that something will happen next, so it can be said to be safe now.

"You're leaving?"

Patton looked at the skull with few parts and said with a "sincere" look,

"I'm afraid it's not good to separate just now, right? Are you really sure there's no problem?"

But unfortunately, the leader of the skinder did not listen to the advice at all, and left the place with his few tribe members.

"There are still fewer people who get fucked..."

Patton muttered in his heart, "Skinder" was a latecomer and had not experienced the foreplay like others. He was fucked hard as soon as he started. Although he was afraid of being beaten, he had not yet formed the fear that had been imprinted into his bones.

Like Urnot and others who were trained around him, they are much more honest and well-behaved...

However, not long after these "skinders" left, they suddenly heard a sudden sound of horse hooves coming from the forest.

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Chapter completed!