Reborn to stock up, she brought the military system through the end of the world

Mo Chujiu looked at these people. Except for Song Shangfeng who was standing by the field in a daze, Song Yubai and others were standing by the fertile fields, curiously touching the gate and the transparent walls of the constant temperature greenhouse.

"Oh! Xiao Mo! I was just feeling strange. Although ordinary people here can earn their living materials through their own labor, it seems that the work here will be finished in a month!

Now that there is less work to do in the base, how will they earn points?

Wouldn't your place be like a bunker by then, with a bunch of idle people?"

Song Shangfeng frowned and asked! If this is the case, the Bloody Base will face the same dilemma as the Northern Bunker in the near future.

Then there is no point for him to come here this time!

"Uncle Song, aren't all the soldiers in your northern bunker superpowers? What are they doing?"

Mo Chujiu looked at Song Shangfeng with a smile and asked!

"They! They are also going out on a mission. We can't kill high-level zombies, but we can still kill ordinary zombies at level one and two, as long as they don't have hardened skin, with cold weapons."

Although Song Shangfeng didn't know the purpose of Mo Chujiu's question, he still told the truth!

"Your soldiers can go out and kill zombies, and the ordinary people in our Bloody Base can also become my soldiers, go out and hunt zombies and look for supplies!"

Mo Chujiu said as a matter of course.

"What? Ordinary people are going out to kill zombies? How can this be possible? Not to mention that there are more and more level 3 zombies now.

Even the weakest level one zombie cannot be killed by ordinary people because of their fear and cowardice!

Letting them go out is simply sending them to their deaths!

This is not possible!

In this way, I know that ordinary people are a burden, and most of the civilian organized bases are unwilling to take care of them.

If you find it difficult to raise them, you can give them to me. I will take them back to the northern bunker!"

Song Shangfeng said with a serious expression.

He didn't blame Mo Chujiu for having such an idea. The Blood Base was now continuously rescuing survivors from Haicheng, which was a very time-consuming and labor-intensive task.

For this reason alone, Mo Chujiu can be regarded as a kind and responsible base commander.

Even their northern bunker is inferior to this!

But as the number of people increases, there will inevitably be a problem of shortage of supplies. Even if Mo Chujiu has a large space, if he wants to feed tens of thousands of people, he still needs to keep going out to look for supplies.

If all the psychics go out to look for supplies to feed ordinary people, after a long time, it will become like their bunker, and huge conflicts will arise between the psychics and ordinary people.

He could understand Mo Chujiu's decision but he did not agree with it.

As a soldier defending his country, although he cannot save everyone, he cannot just watch the Chinese people go out to die.

Although he does not have the ability to protect these people for their entire lives, as long as he has something to eat, he will not let these ordinary people starve to death!

"Haha, Uncle Song, how long do you think your northern bunker can keep these ordinary people alive?"

Mo Chujiu stared into Song Shangfeng's eyes and asked!

"As long as I am alive, I cannot watch ordinary people die! We are soldiers, and it is our mission to defend our country!"

Song Shangfeng said stubbornly!

"Haha! Mission? Uncle Song, it would be fine if you had the ability to protect these people. The key is that you don't have the ability!

Do you think there are more zombies or more survivors?

Are there more ordinary people? Or are there more people with special abilities? "

Mo Chujiu was not in a hurry and asked with a faint smile!

"Is there even a need to ask? Of course there are a lot of zombies, although we haven't done any statistics. But looking at the situation in the cities near the bunker, the survival rate of humans is only one percent!

As for the ratio of people with special abilities to ordinary people, it should be one to ten.

It would be great if one out of ten survivors could be a superpower!"

Based on the situation in his own bunker, Song Shangfeng roughly guessed this result.

Of course Haicheng is different.

I don’t know if it’s because of the chemical plant, but there are more people with special abilities here than in other places, and the ratio is basically one to one.

"Since you know all this, do you think that even if all the superpowers in your bunker volunteered to support those ordinary people, could they afford it?"

Mo Chujiu asked again!

"I know that it is impossible, but they are too weak. If they are really forced to kill zombies, a large number of people will definitely die!" Song Shangfeng frowned.

Mo Chujiu was not annoyed and continued to ask:

"Uncle Song, do you think we can eliminate all the zombies with just these existing superpowers?"

"Eliminate all the zombies? How is that possible? Although the superpowers are evolving, the zombies are also evolving. And the speed of their evolution is always faster than that of humans.

How is it possible to eliminate all the zombies in this situation?

It’s good enough for humans to barely maintain food and clothing now! ”

Song Shangfeng said bitterly, he felt that Mo Chujiu's idea was too ridiculous.

“Uncle Song, since all the existing superpowers cannot destroy the zombies even if they unite, why can’t we train ordinary people to become superpowers as well?

If you want to eliminate all the zombies in the country or even the world, it would be a difficult task even if you gather all the survivors.

Why do we still treat ordinary people as weaklings, letting them take it for granted to hide in the rear and enjoy the brief peace that the psychics have bought with their lives?

Aren't they responsible for their own lives?"

Mo Chujiu said in a serious tone.

Uncle Song is a soldier. He was taught since childhood to devote himself to defending his country. But now is the end of the world, not a peaceful and prosperous time. His thinking will only make the weak weaker...

"But they can't be held responsible! Their legs go weak when they see zombies. Not to mention killing zombies, they are simply feeding them food!"

Uncle Song still disagreed with Mo Chujiu's opinion.

"You have to take responsibility even if you can't. Their lives are lives! Are the lives of people with special abilities not lives? You always say they are too weak. Aren't people with special abilities weak when facing zombies of higher levels than them?

Why do you think their sacrifice is justified? Is it because they are soldiers?

So before they became soldiers, weren't they ordinary people?

Why can they sacrifice themselves, but the ordinary people you mentioned cannot?

It doesn't matter who is weak, you can train! Weren't the soldiers under your command weak before they became your soldiers?

Isn’t it more than enough to deal with low-level zombies now?

So why can't other ordinary people become fearless warriors like your soldiers?"

Mo Chujiu's voice was so sonorous and powerful that it left Song Shangfeng speechless and unable to speak for a long time!

He bowed his head and thought...

When Mo Chujiu saw Song Shangfeng like this, he thought that this stubborn old man might have been persuaded.

So he continued:

"Uncle Song, do you really just want the Chinese to hide in the dark like rats and survive?

Don’t you hope that one day all the zombies can be wiped out?

Don’t you want to see our descendants living in the sunshine, leading a happy and comfortable life just like before the end of the world? "