National Fortune Survival: Do you call this Plants vs. Zombies?

Before the adjutant digested this rare knowledge, Qin Wushang got up and said: "It's almost time, let's go!"

"Yes, leader!"

Leaving the teahouse, walking hundreds of meters, we came to the post house outside the town, and saw a long and dense motorcade lined up.

The crowd outside the post house was full of people, some were resting, some were grooming their horses, some were patrolling, and so on.

A regiment member wearing armor and wearing two weapons of different shapes rode over on horseback, got off his horse and clasped fists at Qin Wushang.

"Qin Association Envoy! The convoy has been repaired and can go on the road!"

"En!" Qin Wushang nodded, looking at the long convoy, "It's still early, let's set off immediately, and strive to arrive at 'Suzaku City' before dark!"

Suzaku City, located in the north of the sacred team, is the main pass for the north to enter and exit.

Different from Xuanwu City in the south, Suzaku City is a more pure battle center, and the most people in the city are regiment members.

Before the establishment of the holy team, it was just a long canyon tunnel, the ancient road was barren and thorny.

And as the team was established and gradually became stronger, in view of the important combat value here, the pass was re-established after tens of millions of years.

The towering city wall is built of huge and heavy stone bricks, with a simple and distant atmosphere. On the inward plaque are the three characters "Zhuqueguan" written by the head of the group.

In the past few years, except for a few special escapes by players, there were very few large numbers of people coming in and out.

Until now when the black abyss crisis hit, the holy team signed a treaty with the North-South Alliance of the Celestial Dynasty, and the horses and horses rolled around the pass, setting off smoke and dust.

"Cooking cakes! Delicious and cheap! [-]% off today!"

"Hu spicy soup! After buying the pancakes, you must drink Hu spicy soup!"

"Rice noodles! Sour and delicious rice noodles!"

Before arriving here, Qin Wushang still believed in the documents recorded not long ago, but after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he didn't believe it.

But having said that, the situation reported by the documents of Suzaku City is not wrong, there are mostly soldiers in the city, but... have they forgotten to record the situation outside the city?

When the convoy approached Suzaku City, it was completely surrounded by a burst of fragrance.

In those villages and towns close to Suzaku City, the local officials saw business opportunities accurately and built business travel shops along the way.

Whether it is the official caravan of the team or a businessman from outside the group, after a long journey, it is inevitable that they will not be able to resist the temptation of the street full of fragrance.

But you can't say that they did something wrong. After all, there is no law that prohibits them from building business hotels near the straight road.

That's not the point, the point is that the food sold in these business hotel restaurants... most of them are delicacies from the Celestial Dynasty.

Qin Wushang rode on the horse and clicked on the communication interface of the system.

[Number one in the snack street: Make a lot of money!With this money, I want to marry a beauty from another world...]

[Owner of the spicy hot pot restaurant: Cut, no ambition!If you have money, of course you should try to buy marrow-washing elixir to prepare for becoming extraordinary in the future...]

[Traveler: Huh?Which one of you is the most authentic?I'm in a group!I want something spicy...]

[Sichuan Cuisine Chef Wang Dashao: The first restaurant on Heli Chang Street is mine, you can go back to Tianchao and look up my name on the Internet...]

Qin Wushang thought he had a serious and dull personality, but he was still amused by them.

Sure enough, even if they become so-called players, more people will still choose a more ordinary life when their lives are in danger.

Those who dare to fight with their lives are always a minority.

Thinking of this, something suddenly flashed in Qin Wushang's mind, and that was the "system task" that hadn't been mentioned for a long time.

Clicking on the interface that no one cares about, Qin Wushang directly scrolled down and saw many teams in the red warning area: "Punishment? What will happen then?"

At a glance, it is not surprising that there are some small groups, among which there are more sandbars, but there are also island groups in the Pacific Ocean, the number is about [-] to [-].

As a thoughtful superior, Qin Wushang immediately collected the relevant memories in his mind, and frowned randomly.

"The major regiments deliberately lowered the heat in this area? What do they want to do?"

More mysteries came to mind.

I couldn't figure it out for a while, but when I looked up, the team had already arrived at the city of Suzaku.

Later in the day, the sky began to darken.

Qin Wushang showed his identity certificate, and after a rough inspection of the convoy, he was arranged to live in Suzaku City.

Just as he was about to take a few subordinates to eat outside the city, suddenly, there was a commotion outside the pass.

I heard a man shouting wildly: "Silence! You didn't come here without being killed. My sacred team has its own rules. If you are not allowed to enter the customs, you are not allowed to enter!"

"Why aren't we allowed in?"

"That's right! Didn't tens of thousands of people go in the year before last? Why can't we!"

"Please do me a favor, we escaped after trekking through mountains and rivers, our home is long gone, woo woo..."

Suzaku City, before closing the door.

A large number of travel-stained "refugees" blocked the door, shouting inside, trying to pass through the pass and enter the holy team.

It will soon be completely dark, cloudy tonight, no moon or starry sky.

It can be imagined that the outside of the city will be a dark scene.

On the top of the city, a burly man, about two meters tall, with arms as thick as a normal person's thigh, was staring at the refugees below, with a ferocious expression that could make a child cry.

But the many refugees below stayed here for not a while. There were so many people, and they also found that the members of the regiment didn't dare to do anything to them, so they gradually became bolder and kept yelling at them.

"Hmph! A group of untouchables! If the team law wasn't there, I would have copied you and sent you to the Alien Beast Forest!"

The strong man lined up against the wall with one palm, venting his inner roar.

At this time, there were footsteps behind him, and a general who was slightly shorter than a strong man came up.

"Leader!" Seeing him, the strong man immediately suppressed his anger and saluted seriously.

It turned out to be the leader of Suzaku City, Deng Kaiji.

He looked down, glanced at the densely packed refugees leaning against the wall, frowned, and stroked his beard thoughtfully.

After a while, the strong man at the side couldn't help shouting first: "Leader! Has the commander's order come down? Kill them, or let this group of guys in?"

When the word "kill" was said, the strong man was eager to move, as if a volcano was about to erupt.

But when he said the last sentence, he became dull, like a wronged woman...

Deng Kaiji glanced at him, and retorted: "The commander is kind! Don't get angry in front of these civilians, and talk about killing them!"

"I...huh! Got it." The strong man folded his hands and stood aside without saying a word.

Knowing that he only listened to it superficially, Deng Kaiji felt a little helpless, so he had to part his mind and said, "This is already the seventh batch in March, and there is no land in the regiment to distribute to them."