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At dusk.

In the mine cave at Daxing base.

Jiang Zhe and Pao Ye and the seven others had just walked in, and more than 200 people sitting in front of a TV quickly got up.

At a corner of the pit, there are neatly packed firewood and coal blocks.

Several bonfires were burning.

A strong smoky smell came to my nose.

The tall Ha Zhengyu came up, "Ginger, the mud is good."

The group of people at Daxing base are learning Daxia language crazily. After more than ten days of hard work, there is no problem with simple conversations.

"Ha Zhengyu, call your surgeon over."

After Jiang Zhe finished speaking, a wooden table appeared in the pit.

Liuzi lay down with his arms covered.

In Fengcheng.

The hunting team was entangled by more than 20 white skins, blocking them in a residential building.

After more than half an hour of fighting, I finally killed the white skin.

Except for Jiang Zhe, almost everyone was injured.

"Lee Min Ho, come here." Ha Jung Woo quickly waved his hand at a tall and thin man wearing glasses in the crowd.

The man came over.

Ha Zhengyu explained a few words, and the man quickly opened the surgical bag and sutured the most serious six sons.

A corner of the pit.

On the simple wooden table, there was a TV showing Daxia News.

Jiang Zhe threw a cigarette to Ha Zhengyu.

"Stop!" Ha Zhengyu took it and thanked in a low voice.

"Ha Zhengyu, have you killed a few white skins during this period?" Jiang Zhe asked as he looked at the TV.

"Two ends."

He Zhengyu took out two crystal cores and handed them over.

Jiang Zhe looked at the strip of cloth bandaged on the other party's arm and took the crystal core quietly, "Are there anyone from the Daxia military coming here?"

"No."

Jiang Zhe spitted smoke rings and didn't quite understand why the military did not send people to Daxing base, perhaps.

The other party probably wants to give up this base.

"Dear survivors, insert an emergency news based on the latest news we have received.

At around 3 o'clock this afternoon, former President of the Great Han Ming Kingdom, Kim Wuhuan, committed suicide by taking poison at a shelter in Daxia.

According to people familiar with the matter.

President Kim Moo-hwan's suicide is suspected of being guilty of launching a missile, causing the death of millions of survivors in the Great Han Dynasty.

Also, according to our investigation.

At present, there are estimated that there are less than 70,000 survivors of the Great Cold Kingdom who fled to Daxia.

The specific numbers are still to be further verified, ----."

Slap---

The hole that was already a little noisy suddenly became quiet, and only the sound of firewood burning in the bonfire was heard.

"Woo woo woo--"

A low sob came from the crowd.

Jiang Zhe patted Ha Zhengyu in a daze, "I heard that if a race wants to continue, 80,000 people are the lowest threshold.
Chapter completed!