144: Chapter 138 New Opportunities

Chapter 138: A New Opportunity

When Feng Bo asked this question, his gaze contained a trace of burning fervor.

You must know, the intelligence they probed showed that throughout Bullet Town, apart from those powerful heavy firearms, the core combat strength consisted of only two people.

One was the Bullet Ant Knight, which was their leader Chu Gan. The other was the deputy leader from the Painless Pathway, Lin Ping.

If in this sniper battle they had only repelled Chu Gan's convoy, and even if only one of them had been lost, Feng Bo would not have actively brought up the matter of Bullet Town.

But now the leader was killed, the deputy leader was captured, and the other deputy leader, Deputy Leader Chu Quan, was still honestly acting as a hostage in the car at this moment.

Coupled with the fact that two out of the four twice-broken-limit battalion commanders were lost here, the only powerhouse left guarding Bullet Town was Zhao Chengfeng, who had also broken the limit twice.

What did it mean to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? This fucking thing was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

It could be said that apart from having sufficient firepower, Bullet Town's powerhouse level was practically empty to the extreme.

Let alone them personally wiping out Chu Gan's convoy, even if it weren't their doing, after learning the news that Bullet Town was empty, they would still consider whether to bring Bullet Town under their command.

Wang Ting naturally wanted to capture the people of Bullet Town, but right now there was still a problem placed before them.

Outpost Camp was one place, the current Infinite Building was another, and if they added Bullet Town to that, splitting their forces into three directions would mean the Guard Team members in their hands wouldn't even be enough to divide.

You must know that splitting forces everywhere would instead easily give rise to complications.

A single-minded approach turned into being blocked at both ends.

Wang Ting naturally did not want to give up Bullet Town, but the livable floor before them was clearly more important.

Wang Ting revealed a thoughtful expression, and after a short while, he said: "The matter of Bullet Town's weak defense won't spread out for a while."

"Before the news spreads, I will personally take it down."

"Lock up Lin Ping and Li Tianlong separately; don't let them meet. Let them suffer some hardship first; I still have use for them."

Wang Ting gave the order, and Feng Bo knew he probably had his own plans, so he nodded in agreement, immediately beckoning to his subordinates to hog-tie the prisoners one by one and lock them separately inside the truck compartments.

Feng Bo had only initially reported the situation of the battlefield, but truly cleaning up the battlefield was far from being as simple as the verbal report.

Weapons had to be counted separately, and those with explosion risks had to be dealt with immediately.

Of those 10 vehicles, the ones that could be driven away should be driven away, and those that couldn't should have their parts disassembled on the spot to clear away traces as much as possible.

After this flurry of activity, they might not even finish cleaning up by nightfall.

Dong Hu brought Liu Ying and walked over to Wang Ting's side at this time.

His tone was somewhat low: "Two Guard Team members died, one militia member died who was a brother originating from the Three Wolves Gang, and a total of 5 others were injured."

There weren't many people to begin with, and now that 3 more had died, it could be considered quite a significant loss.

Judging solely from the battle results, this was indeed a thoroughly satisfying and magnificent victory, but for the Outpost Camp, every person who died now was no small loss.

"For the injured, according to the previously established rules, compensate them with however many contribution points are due."

"Make sure to let them recover from their injuries properly and not leave behind chronic injuries for such trivial matters."

"Do the sacrificed brothers have families in the camp?"

"Jin Kang found a woman in the camp, but Zhao Anquan is all alone without family."

"That brother from the militia squad came from the Three Wolves Gang and also has no family."

"Give Jin Kang's compensation to his woman, and pay attention to keep an eye on her so she doesn't get bullied by others."

"As for the other two brothers, the treatment of the brother from the Three Wolves Gang who died in battle will be raised to match that of the Guard Team members."

"As for the compensation, a public account will be set up in the future, managed by Ren Chuan's side."

"Those who are injured or sick during regular training, or who have special difficulties for themselves and their families, can apply for subsidies and draw from this public account in the future."

"Every combatant gets a share; once approved through review, it can be withdrawn."

Dong Hu nodded: "I know how to handle it."

Wang Ting paused slightly, then said solemnly: "The brothers who died, bring them back and bury them with heavy honors."

"Guard Team members and town residents will attend the funeral together."

"Ah?"

Dong Hu let out a sound of astonishment, looking at Wang Ting somewhat in disbelief.

Bai Shou, Xiong Yuan, and the others who heard Wang Ting's instructions from the side also revealed extremely surprised expressions, as if they had misheard something.

Bai Shou subconsciously said: "Isn't this too solemn?"

"Is it very solemn?"

Wang Ting asked back, staring straight at him.

This calm gaze instead made Bai Shou feel somewhat uneasy and restless.

It wasn't because he feared the person Wang Ting, but rather that such a calm and serious counter-question unexpectedly gave him a trace of uneasy guilt in his heart.

Everyone knew that whether they were Guard Team members or militia, these three sacrificed brothers were all making contributions for the Outpost Camp.

But in the apocalyptic era, human lives were like mustard seeds, and very few people would mourn their own people so solemnly.

When people died, they died.

These matters in the apocalypse couldn't even compare to a handful of loess or a blazing fire burning bones, and then everything dissipated, and that was all.

Wang Ting's gaze swept across the crowd at the scene.

The words of the few people just now had already been heard by quite a few people.

"I have told you before, my camp is different from others."

"While alive, if you establish merits, whatever belongs to you is yours."

"As for the dead, if you have family, I will treat your family well, and your names will forever remain in the Outpost Camp."

"No matter if you think this is a vain reputation or that I am gathering people's hearts, I will do this matter."

"As long as I am here for a day, this matter will continue for a day."

"Regardless of identity or status, as long as you are working for the camp, the treatment will be consistent."

Wang Ting said: "Continue cleaning up the battlefield, then retreat to the entrance of the Infinite Building."

"Yes!"

The response was incomparably loud, and the sound seemed to carry a power welling up from the heart.

This was something they had never experienced before, as if life and death both had new meaning.

Even the lowliest ants did not wish for their deaths to become so weightless and without substance, falling short even of a single grain of sand on this wasteland.

Wang Ting, however, ignored the state of his subordinates, and his thoughts gradually drifted far away.

His approach naturally came from his past life. To say he had no intention of winning people's hearts would be false.

But in his heart, he also sincerely believed that a person's death shouldn't be so weightless, like a mustard seed.

Wealth in life, a legacy in death.

Since he said he wanted to live well in this wasteland and live even better, then these different approaches would start from his camp.

Several bonfires had already been lit in front of the Infinite Building's entrance.

Because the sky had already grown dim, even though they had captured so many prisoners from Bullet Town, there was no way to transport them back overnight.

These people were all adept experts at fighting, and among them were 5 warriors who had broken the limit once.

If they were careless and let them escape on the road, there would be no way to catch them back in the middle of the night.

Therefore, all these prisoners were hog-tied, isolated from each other, and watched in rotation by Guard Team members and Dong Hu, Feng Bo, and Bai Shou leading people.

The firelight flickered continuously, firewood made crackling sounds in the flames, and sparks darted up.

The light shone on the faces of the people surrounding the bonfire, and everyone wore different expressions.

The Three Wolves Gang's militia and Guard Team members conversed in low voices with each other, passing around freshly boiled hot soup.

After Wang Ting's words, subtle changes had actually already occurred within the entire team.

Even the members of the Three Wolves Gang, who were used to a life of licking blood off the blade, still harbored a deep yearning for group belonging in the depths of their hearts.

Humans were social animals, and a sense of belonging was a human instinct.

And now within the Outpost Camp, they vaguely rediscovered this feeling.

Wang Ting sat silently, letting the firelight illuminate his body.

The warmth of the firelight dispelled the chill of the night on this wasteland.

After more than ten minutes, Wang Ting stood up.

Feng Bo noticed Wang Ting's movement, leaned over, and lowered his voice: "Boss, is there something the matter?"

"Bring Li Tianlong and Lin Ping to the front of the car."

Feng Bo nodded and immediately went to pull the two people over, bringing them successively to the very front of the convoy.

At this time, that area had already been cleared out, and there was no one around.

Wang Ting walked over step by step, looking down condescendingly at the two people kneeling on the ground.

The cold moonlight shone on the three people's faces.

Li Tianlong and Lin Ping's expressions were uncertain, not knowing what Wang Ting intended to do.

"I can help you take down Bullet Town."

Lin Ping spoke first. He wanted to survive, and as soon as he spoke, he brought out the biggest bargaining chip he could offer.

"Eat it."

Wang Ting threw two seeds in front of the other party.

The seeds were about the thickness of a thumb, looking very much like a broad bean, but the tiny vines extending from this green seed were gently dancing, looking as creepy as living bugs that made one's heart hair stand on end.

[Parasitic Seed (Attribute): Can continuously extract vitality from the parasitized target — 150 monster points]