Chapter 460

"Well, maintain it well. Tanks are the backbone in the battle against zombies. You can see it right in front of you!"

Zhang Su was very satisfied with the combat power reserve of Civilization Guardians! During the conversation, the tank battle was nearing its end. The actual situation was exactly the same as Zhang Su thought. The tank's crushing was basically invincible, but it couldn't be killed completely unless it had infinite diesel to gallop wantonly.

Considering the fuel problem, Zhang Su let Pan Guoliang go down to rest. The scattered zombies needed people to eliminate, but this was already effortless.

When almost everyone was engaged in cleaning up zombies, Zhang Su was discussing a very important matter with Ma Changshou: whether he could kill a pig!

As far as he knew, a sow gave birth to a litter of piglets several days ago. He heard Zhong Xiao mention it, saying there were nine piglets in total, but one died shortly after birth...

The old sow completed the delivery and fulfilled her mission. Now she had a new mission.

"There is a sow that gave birth to a litter of piglets, but... it's only been a week or so. If possible, it's best to wean the piglets in two weeks."

Ma Changshou was a bit embarrassed. As a non-professional sow postpartum nurse, he at least knew that it was best to wean piglets three or four weeks after birth, when the digestive system was fully developed and could better accept solid food.

He didn't feel sorry for the old sow, because there was a lack of boars at present, and the old sow could no longer create value. Continuing to feed was also a waste of food. This was a very cruel reality. However, people were already miserable enough, so where would they have the energy to empathize with the old sow.

Zhang Su's expression was equally embarrassed. Today was such a big scene. As the host, he already knew that everyone was determined to join Tianmayu. In other words, these were all new members, plus the grand victory. If he didn't take out decent food, regardless of whether others cared, he felt he couldn't save face.

If others talked about the King of Hell of Tianmayu and left an impression of being stingy, that would be too terrible. Although he was indeed stingy, it also depended on the time! "However..."

Seeing Zhang Su's conflicted expression, Ma Changshou knew that the old sow was definitely going to die today. He took off his hat and scratched his head, saying: "Another one is about to give birth. If it doesn't work, feed it better then, and the milk can be continued."

*Snap. *

Zhang Su snapped his fingers, patted Ma Changshou on the arm, and said: "Go, hurry up and call Zhuzi. Kill the pig right now, and by the way, greet the sisters who are cleaning up the corpses over there. Stew the pork with vermicelli!"

"Eh, eh, good!"

Upon hearing this, Ma Changshou's old face smiled like a big chrysanthemum. Anyway, he had already thought of how to feed the piglets, so he didn't worry. He was about to call Zhao Dezhu but was pulled back by Zhang Su.

"There are too many people. I feel one pig is not enough to eat. Put more potatoes, there are plenty of those. Yes, put more vermicelli, don't be stingy!"

"Understand, understand, hehe, Boss Zhang, don't worry, I guarantee everyone will be full!"

Ma Changshou jumped and went to greet Zhao Dezhu, calculating in his heart that the old sow was about three hundred catties, which could produce about one hundred and eighty catties of meat. Everyone could share about one catty of meat, plus potatoes, vermicelli, etc. —a feast! Upon hearing about slaughtering a pig, Zhao Dezhu shouted a few times at Zhang Su, drove the car, and took Ma Changshou away.

Many people on the scene saw the King of Hell pulling an old man and chattering. They didn't know what was needed to be discussed between the two. They didn't have time to ponder carefully and continued to invest in the work of cleaning the battlefield.

Soon, the scene was cleaned up. Not only were there no standing zombies, but even the disabled zombies crawling on the ground were killed. There was no time to pile up the corpses, and they were scattered in the wilderness in disorder.

"Brothers, sisters!"

Zhang Su stood on the hatch of the tank commander's room, with a loudspeaker put on by Yu Wen at his waist, holding a microphone in his hand.

"Conspiracy made us meet, misunderstanding made us condense. Today, facing the attack of tens of thousands of zombies, we fought to the end. No one was bitten. This is a huge victory for humanity! Because Grape bombs were put into the battlefield, countless zombies were directly annihilated, and the total number of zombies could not be verified... but it is certain that it is more than twenty-five thousand. Let's be generous and calculate it as thirty thousand! I believe that even if you look at the world, it is a proud record. Everyone present, and those who organized the corpses in the rear, everyone is a hero, a living hero!"

The people standing in the wasteland looked a bit embarrassed, but their spirits were very full. Looking up slightly at the person on the tank, hearing his generous speech, they couldn't help but feel excited.

This excitement was not empty, because everyone participated in it personally and was a witness. People should not be proud of things they didn't participate in, but since they participated, they were fully qualified to be proud.

As for whether it was twenty-five thousand or thirty thousand, who would care about this small gap? Maybe in the days to come, it would spread and spread, spreading to one hundred thousand or eighty thousand. Exaggeration was a necessary propaganda means!

"Hero, hero."

Everyone raised their arms and shouted in unison. The high-pitched sound echoed in the wilderness, as if there had been no such refreshing vibration of vocal cords since the disaster broke out. They had to be on guard against being discovered by zombies at all times, but at this moment everyone shouted to their heart's content, even if they tore their vocal cords, because they were excited, because there were almost no zombies in the place where they could hear the sound nearby.

Why dare to shout, because they were not afraid! Zhang Su's mood was also very excited. Before this, Tianmayu had had victories of all sizes, but never as hearty as today. But he couldn't be as excited as others, so he pressed his palms to signal everyone to be quiet.

"Victory is great, but the living environment of our humans is still harsh. The number of zombies in Qingcheng exceeds one million. The part we solved today is only a small part, but it is definitely a small part that cannot be ignored. We still need to repeat such victories until the living environment is guaranteed."

"What is a guarantee?"

Zhang Su asked and answered himself.

"When you hold your beloved object and roll on the bed at night, you don't have to worry about the emergency assembly ruining the mood. When you hold delicious food and eat it, you don't have to worry about the zombie group impacting the camp and ruining your appetite. When you lie on the bed and enjoy peaceful sleep, you don't have to be afraid that the alarm bell will suddenly ring and disturb your dreams. If there is such a moment, I hope you don't have the habit of sleeping naked..."

The inspiring speech ended with a small humor. The people covered in dust showed a knowing smile. Three things, just the three most basic desires of humans: appetite, sexual desire, and sleep desire. Ordinary and simple pictures, but most able to make people empathize.

How many times, they could only hold weapons and sleep in their clothes, and any wind and grass would wake them up, and their hearts and brains were under huge pressure at the same time.

How many times, they could only gnaw on cold bread, and even so, they had to worry about zombies suddenly appearing from inexplicable places to make sneak attacks.

How many times, having the opportunity to release physiological needs was already rare, and they could only finish it in a hurry. Where could they be like in the movies, slow foreplay, then a wonderful progression, then a fierce climax, and finally the ebb...

The people present could be considered the combatants with relatively good treatment in the force. They were still like this, so one could imagine the real bottom layer, living what kind of life. This was why they were so envious when they saw the living environment of Tianmayu.

Zhang Su felt the time was almost up, clipped the microphone to his collar, opened his arms towards the crowd: "For our tomorrow, for a better future, for a guaranteed life, welcome everyone to join Tianmayu. I, the King of Hell, represent Tianmayu and welcome every sincere brother and sister!"

"King of Hell!"

The King of Supporting Roles, Zhang Xin, went online for the first time, raised his arms and shouted: "King of Hell, King of Hell!"

"King of Hell..."

The process was fast, and everyone followed and shouted Zhang Su's title.

From this moment on, the name of the King of Hell would blow towards further places like the biting cold wind, letting more people hear this name.

(End of chapter)