A thin and flexible scout came over and saluted Ouyang Junlin.

"Tell me what have you discovered?"

"There is a refugee gathering area in front. They built a castle. The height and proportion of the walls are fully in line with the fortification standards. The number of people is about 3,000, and perhaps more. They farm nearby, set up alert towers, and equipped with a large number of automatic weapons. Those people have a good set of defense and alertness. They cut off all the trees around the castle, cleared weeds, dug many pits on the ground, and set up a large number of irregular wooden piles and obstacles. The outer edge of the open space is connected by barbed wire, and many empty cans are hung as early warning devices. The outer edge of the camp is being expanded... All measures are set up for zombies. Although simple, they are very effective."

The scout's tone was full of admiration, and he highly praised the group of refugees who built the castle: "These fortifications cannot withstand artillery fire, but they have excellent hindering zombies and infantry. In order to prevent the other party from discovering, I can only observe from a distance. The building configuration in the castle is very professional and reserves a lot of room for transformation. There are probably traps and other things on the open space. They are strictly guarded, and they are also erected wooden poles with corpses tied up. These people may have suffered losses, and using skeletons and skeletons as warnings can indeed scare away some outsiders with ulterior motives."

"External?"

Ouyang Junlin touched his slightly rough chin and smiled to himself: "We can also be considered outsiders. But we are not zombies. As for the bones... Haha, after the thing is polished and smooth, it can be placed in the room as a souvenir or used to scare women."

This hilarious sentence made the mercenaries standing around laugh.

"Let's talk about what else can I find?"

Ouyang Junlin returned to the original topic: "Such a huge project should not be a spontaneous action of the survivors. Which consortium does it belong to? Or a certain family?"

The scout showed a hesitant expression on his face. He thought for a moment and shook his head repeatedly: "There are no signs or anything on the building and the personnel. Their clothing is chaotic, there is no uniform dress. There is no guard or supervisor, and their cooperation is very tacit understanding... How to say it? It feels strange, like a family, not like slaves collected by the wealthy consortium, with resistance and resentment."

"family?"

Ouyang Junlin repeated the word, frowned, and turned to look at Feishen standing behind him.

The man with a black cloth on his face didn't say anything, but his eyes were also flashing with puzzled eyes.

"If it is an army or a wealthy family, then these practices are understandable. Not to mention a castle, it is not difficult to build a new city. A group of survivors...haha"

Ouyang Junlin kept smiling.

This is certainly not the result of nerve twitching or facial muscle stiffness patterning.

He felt that mercenaries should look cold and cruel. A smile would affect the people around him, enhance confidence and courage, and face difficulties optimistically.

However, the smile at this moment does not mean that Ouyang Junlin is absolutely sure of things.
Chapter completed!