131: Flag

When everyone heard this, their hearts bloomed with joy; they were most afraid that Pan Han would show mercy and release them, or make an exchange with Z Tower.

People like Li Qinglong must die, and they must not die a good death!

"Commander is brilliant!" When Old Six heard that Li Qinglong was to be killed, he slammed the table, stood up, and wanted to kiss Pan Han.

"Hey, hey, Old Six, don't get your spit all over me!" Pan Han quickly dodged.

Everyone else looked at the two of them and burst into laughter.

The atmosphere in the meeting hall reached its climax!

"We'll arrange the army founding ceremony, the groundbreaking ceremony for the Martyrs' Cemetery, and the flag-worshipping ceremony this afternoon. Everyone, go arrange it," Pan Han finally dodged Old Six and quickly told everyone to get busy.

"Yes, Commander!"

As for how to arrange it, Pan Han didn't need to worry; everyone knew what to do and handled their own tasks.

Everyone dispersed, leaving only Pan Han and Cheng Xiao in the room.

"Later, will you do it yourself?" Cheng Xiao caressed Pan Han's chest muscles and murmured.

"Mmm," Pan Han nodded silently.

"Just kill Li Qinglong, or kill them all?"

"Just kill one leader. For the others, try to assimilate them. Those who truly refuse to be assimilated will be used as labor for hard labor." Pan Han was now the Commander of the base and couldn't act on a whim.

"Why has Commander Pan changed so much recently?" Cheng Xiao asked with a smile.

"Cheng Xiao, do you know the essence of military struggle?" Pan Han lit a cigarette and asked with a serious expression.

"I don't know. Isn't it to eliminate the enemy?"

"Yes, but also no! The essence of military struggle is the continuation of political struggle."

"Ah? What is political struggle?" Cheng Xiao heard this term for the first time; it was beyond her understanding.

"The essence of political struggle is to make enemies few and friends many."

"So profound! Commander, you know so much." As she spoke, Cheng Xiao's hands began to wander.

"You little girl, you're getting addicted again!" Pan Han let a pair of jade hands roam over him.

"Last night, I saw you were too tired, so I didn't want to disturb you," Cheng Xiao said with a hint of resentment.

"It's my fault then, look how pent up you are. Let's go upstairs!" Pan Han pinched her cheek.

Cheng Xiao's cheeks instantly flushed, and her legs clamped together.

Just as the two were about to go upstairs, Old Four's call suddenly came through the walkie-talkie: "Commander, Old Wu is back!"

"Huh? Oh my, I completely forgot about him. Bring him in quickly." Pan Han had been busy with battle matters these past few days and had completely forgotten about Wu Disheng.

When Cheng Xiao heard there was serious business, she immediately regained her composure, and her legs instantly straightened.

"Lord Pan, I'm back!"

No sooner had Pan Han finished speaking than a person rushed in through the door; it was Wu Disheng.

"Old Wu, you should call him Commander Pan now. We've established the Dawn Army," Old Four prompted from the side.

"Ah? We've formed an army? Oh, congratulations, Commander Pan!" Wu Disheng was full of excitement.

"No problem, come sit down. Quickly report your progress." Pan Han saw him so happy and particularly anxious, guessing he had a major discovery.

"Commander, a few days ago, you told me to get oil. I took people to the oil well. We were so lucky; all the equipment at that oil well is usable." Wu Disheng gestured with his hands, as if he wanted to bring the oil well out for everyone to see.

Pan Han smiled slightly, took out a pack of cigarettes, and tossed it to him.

"Your reward. Smoke one and quickly tell me."

Wu Disheng had been out for several days, and his cigarettes had long run out. Seeing a whole pack, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Thank you, Commander." He quickly lit one, took a deep drag on half of it, and, feeling much more relaxed, slowly began:

"That oil well is on an island about 500 kilometers east of the base. The island isn't big, but there's a small oil field underneath. It was previously converted into an oil extraction and refining base by an oil company."

"Hmm? Is there no one else on this island?" Pan Han heard this and thought, this island is a huge treasure.

"Only some zombies, no people. This island is over 100 kilometers from our mainland. Before the apocalypse, this kind of offshore oil field was considered the smallest scale, so no one paid much attention to it." After just two sentences, Wu Disheng finished one cigarette and lit another.

"How much reserve can the smallest scale oil field have?" Pan Han wondered if Old Wu was just looking for a broken oil field to trick him.

"About 100 million tons. Before the apocalypse, it really was the smallest scale. But now, it's enough for us for a very long time," Wu Disheng said sincerely.

Old Four and Cheng Xiao, who were beside them, also nodded to Pan Han, indicating that Wu Disheng's statement was credible.

Pan Han, however, was shocked again.

This world really has everything big and everything in abundance.

A 100-million-ton oil field is still considered the smallest scale. In his own world, it would be worth at least 300 billion. Moreover, the energy density of oil in the apocalypse is about 20 times higher; Pan Han was a bit bewildered by how to calculate this.

"It would be great if we could find a gold mine," Pan Han suddenly thought, since they could find an oil field, they must be able to find a gold mine.

"Is there associated natural gas?" Cheng Xiao pressed on.

"Yes, I checked the records, there are about tens of billions of cubic meters left."

"Only this little bit. It really is the smallest scale!" Cheng Xiao muttered, pouting her lips.

"Pfft!" Pan Han almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Alas! Such a rich world, it's a pity it turned out this way!

"Old Wu, you did well this time. I want to reward you." Pan Han's mood was excellent now that the energy problem was solved.

"Serving the Commander, I am willing, how dare I ask for any reward. Just being able to eat a full meal is enough," Wu Disheng said with a chuckle.

On his way back, he had learned that the base had just gone through a fierce battle, and if he wanted to continue to be involved, he would certainly have to contribute.

"Now Second Sister is in charge of all logistics, you go be her assistant. Later, if you can invent things, I can even build a separate laboratory for you." Pan Han didn't waste words; utilizing talent to its fullest was the fundamental guarantee for the base's development, and he understood this principle.

"Thank you, Commander, for your appreciation. I am willing to serve our base with the loyalty of a dog or horse." Wu Disheng immediately stood up and bowed to Pan Han with cupped hands.

"Alright, you go report to Second Sister first." Pan Han had Old Four lead him out.

"Congratulations, Commander, the energy problem is solved, and we have one less worry." Seeing Wu Disheng leave, Cheng Xiao was the first to speak.

"Hehe, I have a task for you."

"Oh? Please instruct."

"Can you find a gold mine for me? That way, I won't have to search everywhere every day," Pan Han blinked and said with a chuckle.

"Understood, this is easy. Once you leave, I'll take people to find it."

"You're still the most caring."

"Since you like gold so much, when the time comes, I'll make a statue of you out of gold and place it in the center of our base," Cheng Xiao's eyes suddenly burned, as if she had found a goal.

"Haha, then wouldn't I become a golden eagle!"

"Or maybe you should try my big eagle first!"

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