Chapter 878: 1 Must Be My Way Of Reception Is Wrong

"Exactly 120 combatants, and nearly 200 logistics. In addition, there are seven helicopters and two fighter jets that can be used normally... The others are still under repair, but we don't have enough pilots. It won't be of much use..."

In the conference room, Zhang Yu was holding a report and said. Sitting in front of him were all the high-level officials of the second camp, as well as Ling Mo and his party... Among them, Wang Lin and Lao Zheng were missing. In fact, after entering the second camp, Lao Zheng couldn't wait. Trying to find a way to contact my camp. Although Wang Lin is full of interest in such chaotic activities, she is still a member of the central camp after all, and some occasions are not suitable for participation...

"...So, from the perspective of overall combat capability, we are definitely weaker than the Falcon. But we also have a traffic advantage that they don't have. From this perspective, the possibility that they will directly fight against us is It's relatively low... As for the material war that everyone is worried about..." Zhang Yu looked at Ling Mo after saying this, "I think it's more appropriate for you, Brother Ling, to talk about it yourself."

"cough……"

But as soon as Ling Mo stood up, a dark-skinned fat man jumped up and said, "What are you talking about, we gathered here in the early morning, not to hear how you big brothers draw big cakes. We just want to know, this How much meaning does this unplanned action have? Now we are unprepared, how long can we last under Falcon's hands!" He looked at Ling Mo without fear, and said with a more serious tone, "Don't Blame me for being straightforward, those of us are all working hard at the front, if we don’t hear something substantive, we won’t admit it!”

"Yeah, what happened this time was too sudden..."

"Isn't this sloppy behavior putting everyone on fire..."

The people below immediately muttered, and some of them echoed loudly: "That's right! I won't recognize it!"

"I must give an explanation!"

"Everyone came to the camp to live better. It's not to accompany you to mess around!"

"Hmph!" Shana's eyes turned cold, she grabbed the sickle and wanted to get up, but Ling Mo held her shoulder.

These people are different from the members of the Falcon precisely because of their existence. Only then did the normal operation of the second camp be supported.

A camp needs order. There is so much to do. Just the daily life of hundreds of people is a huge project.

so many people. It's normal to have disagreements... Ling Mo glanced at them from left to right, and he didn't speak loudly until these people slowly closed their mouths, "This matter... I did it too quickly up.

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As the silence continued, some of them showed a puzzled look. They exchanged puzzled looks.

That's it?

Most of them knew something about Ling Mo, and even the few remaining people at least knew who Ling Mo was.

The boss who is not the boss... Even what he said is more effective than the boss.

For more complicated things, these people below don't understand, and they don't need to understand. For them, as long as they knew that what Ling Mo said would work. If it can represent the will of the highest level, that's fine.

So what Ling Mo said now obviously made them a little uneasy.

The fat man was about to continue yelling, but Ling Mo continued unhurriedly: "But if you do it quickly, it doesn't mean you did it wrong. I know you are all waiting for the Falcon's next move, and I hope they won't If you have done too much, it will give you a way to survive... To be honest, they will give you a way to survive, but except for a few people who must stay, how many people here do you think can continue to stay in the second camp? You have transferred Falcon, what day is waiting for you, don’t I need to say more?”

"So what, at least I can still live!" Someone replied in a muffled voice.

More people also showed a look of dissatisfaction, what's the use of saying this! Who can't say beautiful words? What's more, this is not a beautiful word!

Ling Mo turned a deaf ear and said, "There may be many people who think that as long as they are alive, they are better than anything else. If you think so, I won't stop you. But what I want to say is that I didn't play my cards according to common sense today. It’s just to get rid of the fate of being controlled by others. Even if they are not controlling me, but the camp that I once laid down with my own hands. A person’s life and death depends on the will and preferences of others, and this life is too sad.”

The crowd suddenly fell silent. Although there were still many people with sneering sneers, no one jumped out to refute.

There's no way, what Ling Mo said is the truth...

The people here did think so. They backed down every step of the way, hoping that this matter could be resolved peacefully in the end.

The Falcon will not destroy the second camp, at most they want to gain more power... Even if the result is that they all become puppets, they are even transferred to the Falcon headquarters to monitor, or they are simply sent to some Dangerous positions, but that's better than breaking out in battle! Don't think that they are fearless after living up to now. In fact, the longer they live, the more they are afraid of death.

Ah... I managed to live until now, but died because of this reason... I can't be reconciled, I really can't be reconciled! And there are many people present who hold this kind of thinking. Even Ling Mo himself is not exempt. In fact, he also cherishes life and wants to live...

But surviving is really not an easy task. It is not enough just to master the survival skills, but also to compete with the few remaining resources of the same kind. This was true of the Air Force Corps back then, and it is true of the Falcon today.

So, even if you are sad... even if you are aggrieved... that's the only way...

The carefree Yu Wenxuan looked calm, but Zhang Yu and others had already shown a hint of helplessness.

As soon as Ling Mo said these words, they were also shot countless times.

"Very good, it seems that you haven't destroyed it completely, and you still want to live with your back straight." Ling Mo nodded suddenly, and said, "Don't worry, I never thought of destroying this place, let alone It’s going to put you in a resource crisis. You can think about it from another angle, if I’m not fully prepared, will I tear myself apart with Falcon?”

His rhetorical question immediately stunned the people below, and then a more intense discussion sounded immediately.

Zhang Yu and the others couldn't help laughing bitterly, thinking, I'm afraid this will really happen!

"Falcons are able to blackmail us with resources, one is because they occupy half of City X and City A, and the other is that they have enough arable land. As for our side, it's not that we don't have the conditions to open up wasteland and farm land, it's just that we don't have the tools , and it cannot be transported by helicopter. Let’s put this aside for now, and focus on the existing materials..."

As soon as Ling Mo finished speaking, a young woman stood up holding the report and said, "Our existing supplies have been counted overnight. According to the most basic consumption calculation rules, our daily necessities are still enough. If it is used for a month, the food is about one month. If the Falcons want to cut off food, they will be able to win in about one and a half months. Sporadic collections cannot meet the needs of more than 300 people... "

The girl spoke very quickly and in a serious tone, but after she finished reading, she was unexpectedly a little embarrassed, and looked at Ling Mo uneasily.

"You sit down." Ling Mo smiled at her, and then looked at the middle and high-level people who were discussing anxiously, "A month is indeed not much time. But for us, it is enough..."

"In this month, can you get a lot of food?" The fat man asked again.

When he asked, everyone looked at Ling Mo directly, waiting for Ling Mo's answer.

Ling Mo smiled calmly, clenched his fists and said, "Of course."

"Wow!"

The crowd boiled again. Although some people felt a little disbelieving, they did not question it.

But the fat man asked honestly again: "What if it doesn't work? If you can't find food, what are you going to do?"

Seeing Ling Mo looking at him, the fat man's gaze finally flickered, and he turned his face slightly and said, "I won't leave here, and I'm asking these questions, and it has nothing to do with Falcon, it's for me and my brothers. .”

"Then believe it, believe that I will keep this place." Ling Mo said.

The fat man moved his lips, but in the end he didn't say anything, and sat down quietly.

The discussion voices of other people became weaker and weaker, until finally there was no sound.

"One month, this month, I will change this place." Ling Mo added.

And Yu Wenxuan interjected at this moment: "Oh! Speaking of which, I have a very important proposal! Shall we change our name?"

"Miracle, miracle human survival base." Ling Mo said.

"Create a miracle... It sounds pretty good..." Zhang Yu also nodded and said, "I'm really afraid that you will choose a name that makes people ashamed..."

At this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly opened.

A guard came in and said, "A guest has arrived."

"Guest? At this time?" Zhang Yu asked suspiciously.

But Ling Mo had already stood up, and said with a smile on his face, "They are here."

"They? Who are they?" Yu Wenxuan asked in astonishment.

"It's foreign aid." Ling Mo replied simply.

...

A few minutes later, in the hall of the Miracle Base.

A noisy voice first came in from outside the door: "I'm already done with this, right? By the way, is there any subsidy for me after running around for so many days..."

When the door opened, a wild-looking woman in a tight leather jacket walked in with a machine gun.

She looked at Ling Mo from a distance, raised her chin and said, "Long time no see, Captain."

"Let me introduce you," Ling Mo turned around amidst everyone's shocked gazes, "This is Lucy from Group F...As for me..."

"You're still the head of Group F?!"

"Wait, why are you in the f group...it must be because my reception method is wrong!"

"Group f..."

Only Zhang Yu remained calm: "Group f is also a foreign aid?"