Survival in the Mist: Beginning Evolution Pingtouge

Chapter 247

The gang war to snatch the king ended hastily, and Zuo Bing held a meeting with Brother Xiong and asked them to quickly count the casualties of this battle.

When the list was brought to Zuo Bing and he saw the number of people inside, he was shocked with disbelief.

"Are you sure you are not mistaken in the statistics?" Zuo Bing put down the list in his hand and asked Sun Zitao below.

"There is no mistake in the statistics. Only 600 people were injured in our project this time, and no one died, but less than 100 people were seriously injured." Sun Zitao replied respectfully.

Zuo Bing couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing a satisfied smile.

This loss is basically negligible, and no one died, which proves that their plan was correct.

Especially the shield formation in the early stage completely blocked the sword rain of the defending NPCs, which allowed them to take down the king with zero losses. I have to say that this formation is indeed well arranged.

"Which of you came up with the idea of ​​the shield array at the beginning of our project?" Zuo Bing asked curiously, leaning over the desk and leaning his head on top.

Sun Zitao glanced at Wu Tong, Zuo Bing thought it was Wu Tong's idea, and was about to praise him, but Sun Zitao said that Ma Wenjie suggested this formation.

This surprised Zuo Bing for a long time.

"Ma Wenjie, you can do it now, my IQ has regained the high ground, and you can come up with so many useful tricks for me. After that, you can honestly be your doctor censor!"

When Ma Wenjie heard this, her face twisted together, her face was mournful, and she gave Sun Zitao a hard look, then looked at Zuo Bing and said, "Brother, let's discuss whether I can continue to be your driver? The officer is too tired."

Although he had only been in charge for two days, these two days made her feel more tired than ever before, and her brain was used the most in her life.

If you really want to compare it with driving, it’s a sky and a ground. If you continue to use your brain like this, you might get Alzheimer’s when you get old.

When Zuo Bing heard this, his expression gradually sank.

"I said, can you be a little promising? Now we are not a gang. All our behaviors represent the honor and disgrace of our country. You also tell me that you are not an official for your own sake. Then what is the use of your brain? ? Keep it for fighting monsters?”

"I……"

"What me? I haven't finished my sentence yet. There is less than a month to go to the national war. Since your idea has played an obvious role this time, then I will give you a task. When the time comes, analyze to me what method the questioner will use to stop us from attacking, and make a targeted plan, and I hope to see the effect of thinking about it this time.”

"Ah? I think?" Ma Wenjie was stunned.

He never expected that he thought of that trick, but was assigned such an important task in the end.

To be honest, it is much easier for domestic gangs to fight, mainly because of Wushuang, the number of people in the bed section has completely suppressed other gangs, and based on the offensive and defensive battles in some movies, you can think of some predictable battle situations.

But the national war is different. Fighting little devils is a human-to-human fight, not a human-to-NPC fight. The opponent may use unexpected tricks, so making this national war plan is undoubtedly much more troublesome than the battle for the imperial city.

Zuo Bing ignored the mournful Ma Wenjie, turned his head to look at Wu Tong, sat in a wheelchair, and said with a serious expression: "Wu Tong, you are responsible for assisting Ma Wenjie, and make a plan for domestic production as soon as possible."

"Yes." Wu Tong also nodded without any expression.

At three o'clock in the morning the next day, Zuo Bing finished the meeting and dragged his exhausted body back to the RV.

It was the first time he felt so tired, not only his body, but also his mind had become a mess.

The main reason is that there are too many things, I have to talk about everything that comes to mind, and there are many things that I didn't think of, I need to think about it.

"If I had known that the king was so tired, I wouldn't have grabbed the throne. Why isn't this a human job?" Zuo Bing was lying on the sofa, enjoying Ozawa's massage.

"Husband, I just said that you think too much, let them handle these things, and you are still the same as before, how comfortable you are? Besides, isn't this king just to start a national war? It's not true In order to rule other gangs, there is no need to make yourself so tired." Xiao Qing walked over with the foot washing water.

"That's what I say, but when you get to this position, you can't help but think about these things. Oh my, I really think I should give up the king now. Who wants to be the king?"

Zuo Bing sat up and put his feet in the basin, feeling the temperature of the hot water, he felt much more comfortable.

Xiao Qing: "I also feel that this king is too tired. Husband, you usually go to bed when you want to sleep and get up when you think of it. Look at how many things were said tonight. You stayed up until the early hours of the morning. I feel like you are all happy." collapsed."

Zuo Bing nodded: "It's not that I'm about to collapse, now I can't exert any strength, I just want to sleep quickly."

"Okay, wipe your feet, let's go to sleep!"

"Um……"

………………

That night, Zuo Bing slept like a dead pig, and no sound could wake him up.

The next day, when I opened my eyes, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

The first reaction was to turn on the system first to see if there were any messages. After all, he was already the king, and it was impossible to be a real shopkeeper.

Fortunately, Wu Tong and the others didn't send a message to prove that she didn't need her to make some decisions for the time being, which gave him time to breathe.

He turned his head and looked at both sides of the bed. Xiaoqing and the others were not there, so they should have woken up early.

I got up and put on my clothes and went to the living room of the caravan. The food was already on the table, but the strange thing was that neither of them was there, and I didn't know where they went.

Does Zuo Bing have the heart to care about the two of them gobbling up and eating.

After a while, system announcements sounded in the sky one after another, the content was that the battle for the emperor in various countries was over, and the king had been elected.

Hearing this, Zuo Bing was a little dazed by the continuous global notifications.

Didn't the battle for the imperial city end yesterday?Why did you send the notification today?Could it be that the time for the battle for the imperial city in each region is not the same?

Out of curiosity, he opened the chat channel of the system, as before, hoping to get answers to his questions from everyone's chats.

Not to mention, if someone actually asked the same question as her, then someone below would really be answering it.

After reading those people's answers, Zuo Bing realized why the system notifications from other regions were nearly a day longer than those from his own.

The reason is simple, preferably jet lag.

(End of this chapter)