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

Luxurious costumes, profligate singing, gorgeous fireworks...

In a corner of the banquet, the two nominal hosts of the banquet were sitting a little lonely.

"Do you think Ouyang Luo can succeed?" Changge closed his eyes for a long time, then suddenly opened them and sighed.

On the side, Qin Wushang, with his legs crossed, smiled lightly and said with a relaxed expression: "Since the Zombie Terminator has already made a choice, why bother to ask me?"

There is a reason why he is relaxed. Even if Ouyang Luo fails, he still has the sacred team as the backstage.

This group of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death dare not provoke him. After all, everyone knows the geographical advantage of the holy team-if the alliance fails, there is still a place to go.

Since a few months ago, they have transferred their children and property to the sacred team, both openly and secretly.

Ah!What an unbreakable solid alliance~~
Changge needn't be afraid. With the Zombie Association behind him, even if he personally beat up all the regiment leaders present, he might not be in trouble.

So from the beginning to the end, this is the solo show led by the exterminated leader.

With his own eloquence and charm, he pulled up a powerful team and sat in the position of alliance commander.

Relying on his grasp of the current situation and his steady courage, he convinced Changge and Qin Wushang.

Otherwise, without the support of the Zombie Association and the Holy Team, what Ouyang Luo will do next will be just a farce in the end.

"Gulu Gulu... Ha! The alcohol content is really low."

Qin Wushang took a sip of the red wine in the glass, and looked at the extravagant nobles at the banquet with a sneer expression.

On the other side, outside the city where the climate is cold.

Winter has come in the northern part of Fascia Continent. In the purple-black sky at night, the clouds are drifting faintly, and faint snowflakes are falling on the pitch-black armor.

Click!click...

After the group members in uniform equipment assembled, Ouyang Luo held the helmet in his right hand, revealing his white hair.

In the gradually accumulating snow, he stared at the team members in front of him with cold eyes.

"Compatriots! You are all here for revenge, you are warriors who are not afraid of death! Tonight, let us fight for our dead relatives and friends, and for our beliefs!"

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

Ouyang Luo said very little, but the atmosphere was still in place, and the flames of fearlessness had risen in the eyes of all the members.

They are the survivors in a desperate situation, the lucky ones in the crisis, and they are all the sad "widows"!
They have never been afraid of death, they are only afraid of facing their relatives and friends speechlessly after death!
This team of dead soldiers is Ouyang Luo's strongest backing!
With a wave of his sword, he rode his horse and raised his whip: "Follow me!"

"kill!"

……

The cold wind was fierce, and the whistling snowflakes kept beating on the faces of the members, and the blood stained the pure white snow.

"Ouyang Luo! You are rebellious!"

The tied general was forced to kneel on the ground, with disheveled hair, and bloodshot eyes yelling at Ouyang Luo!

Facing his accusation, Ouyang Luo's expression remained unchanged, he exhaled white hot air, and stretched out his right hand to try to catch a snowflake in the dark night.

Open your hand, the snowflakes have melted.

"We're like this snowflake..." he murmured.

"what?"

Ouyang Luo said: "I won't kill you, I don't want to kill you, I don't even want to kill everyone who died just now... But I have to do this, and I have to bear this crime."

He looked down at the kneeling fifth-level martial artist, even though his right arm was still bleeding from the cut he had just made.Still full of pity, he said: "We want to save you, so we have to fight each other..."

The captured general was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Ouyang Luo was talking about. Could it be that he has gone crazy?

Ouyang Luo didn't explain, but left straight away, waving his hand and ordering: "Lock him up, so he can entertain you."

"Yes!"

"How many teams are left?"

"Leader, this is already the last place... We have annexed 36 teams and battle groups stationed outside the city..."

Ouyang Luo's footsteps faltered, and he turned his head to look at the city in the distance.

bundle!Boom!
In the night sky in the city, gorgeous fireworks are being set off, shining momentary brilliance and beauty.

"It's so beautiful..."

As he spoke, the blood on his right hand had flowed to his fingertips, falling drop by drop.

July 9, night.

The commander-in-chief of the Northern Alliance coalition forces, Ouyang Luo, launched a military remonstrance and imprisoned all the heads and high-level officials of more than 60 teams gathered in the city.

Three days later, the alliance formally approved the appointment, appointing Ouyang Luo as the commander of the alliance team, in charge of all matters related to the battle against Heiyuan.

Although many royal groups did not approve of this appointment under the coercion of Ouyang Luo, it is undeniable that Ouyang Luo used this to truly integrate the alliance team.

The alliance is on the verge of falling apart, and at the same time it seems so "unbreakable".

The next day, the imperial decree of the sacred team arrived, and the head of the team, Lin Qingfeng, after learning about the situation, granted Qin Wushang the right to act cheaply.

Except for the core interests of designing the sacred team, the rest can be "cut first and play later".

On the same day, Ouyang Luo, the commander of the alliance, awarded Qin Wushang the post of general logistics commander of the alliance team, leading hundreds of thousands of logistics-related teams...

Qin Wushang's player status attracted the attention of all other players. For a while, the news of the Northern Alliance spread throughout the Faxia Continent, and the world was shocked.

Compared with Qin Wushang's status that players care about, people in the Chinese mainland world care more about Ouyang Luo.

About Ouyang Luo's identity, as well as his purpose and backing, rich people and nobles with a little extra money and knowledge kept talking about it.

"He is naked rebellion! How can we agree to his request and hand over the command of the team to him?"

"This kind of guy without a family and a team is too dangerous! He must never be allowed to intervene in our team's internal affairs..."

"You must resist the alliance's orders! Rescue our leader!"

A group of "Fenqing" nobles kept yelling, as if they were the ones being imprisoned by Ouyang Luo, and it seemed that the tens of thousands of teams he personally controlled were just a decoration.

Compared with the irrational little nobles, those powerful nobles have already started to find a way out.

The alliance had already pulled away a lot of combat power from each regiment, and now the elite teams of each regiment had surrendered, and it would be impossible to rely solely on these small nobles who could not form a regiment.

Compared with rescuing the leader, they care more about how to transfer assets and ensure the continuation of the family and wealth.

And Holy Team is an option...

Ouyang Luo didn't care about the disturbance from the outside world.

He didn't care about the so-called power at all, launching military remonstrance and forcibly annexing various regiments and teams were just preparations for the ultimate goal.