Necromancers Are Frantically Stationing Troops In the Apocalypse Chapter 565

Chapter 565, I'm afraid Auntie will chop them

The island lord's mansion.

Wu Heng looked at the reputation on the panel and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The rate of fame growth this time is much faster than the last time, and it can even be said to have doubled.

The story went viral?

But the second issue has just been serialized, and the total is less than 6,000 words.

No matter what, you can't become popular at this time!

I have doubts in my heart, but my reputation is really improving.

It seems that Glenda's decision to change the protagonist of the story to herself was the right one.

As long as it helps with fame, changing the protagonist's name won't be a big deal.

Thinking in his heart, Xiaoxiao flew back from outside.

Floating in the air, he said: "Uncle, the newspaper sales are really good today. I went to the port and all the newspapers were sold out."

"Sales are so good?"

Then I thought about it.

Places like ports are locations with relatively large population movements.

People who go to the island look strange, so it is normal to buy one and read it. People who leave the island will stay on the boat for a longer time, and buying newspapers can also pass the time.

"Now, they all have money?"

"Some were bought individually, and some were bought by several people who pooled their money together." Xiaoxiao answered.

It is also a way to save money if several people pool their money to buy a copy and watch it in turns.

"It's a good idea. As long as everyone likes our newspaper, it doesn't matter if a few people pool their money to buy it," Wu Heng said.

The main thing is the improvement of reputation, and the effect is not bad.

Even if no money is made, as long as the reputation can continue to grow, this newspaper will continue to be serialized.

Xiaoxiao flew to the other side, leaned into his ear, and whispered: "I also heard some people scolding Aunt Glenda, saying that she was evil-minded, and wanted to find out who wrote it, and wanted to break her legs. They must have I don't know, Auntie has no legs now.”

"For what?" Wu Heng asked.

"It's a bad ending, it makes them uncomfortable where the story ends."

Wu Heng understood the problem of out of context.

He had read the novel rewritten by Glenda. The story was still the original one, but the ending was broken.

Granda should have learned this from reading modern articles.

"Don't tell your aunt, lest she get angry."

Xiao Xiao nodded, "Yeah, I'm afraid she'll kill them with a sword."

Beacon Street Tavern.

"Fuck! The critical moment is over again. I can't wait to give him a few punches."

"This ghostwriter has no good intentions. The newspaper took our money and deliberately stopped here."

"Absolutely hateful."

"He really deserves to die~! If I want to know who broke the article, I have to burn her." A dwarf with a red beard slammed the table and cursed loudly.

Bang bang~!

The words just fell.

The crisp slaps resounded throughout the tavern.

The man who stood up and cursed looked at his hand in surprise and then touched his sore face.

"Why are you beating yourself?"

"I..., I don't know."

The red-bearded dwarf froze in place, his face was burning from his own slaps, and his angry eyes became much clearer.

After thinking about it carefully, he sat back down carefully.

He muttered a few sorry words to everyone around him.

Stop talking and just keep your head down and drink.

The island owner's mansion.

Glenda also flew back.

Said: "The newspapers are selling well this time. There are people reading newspapers along the way. I feel that we can print more appropriately. People come to the island every day and can buy them. It can also develop the habit of reading newspapers on the island. ”

Wu Heng made a mental calculation.

This second issue will continue to be sold until the next issue comes out.

It is indeed possible to print some more.

"You're right, let's go print some more."

Take the two ghosts downstairs and go to the printing machinery factory.

Give the skeleton workers the task to continue printing the second issue of the newspaper.

"When is the next issue planned to be released?" Glenda asked again.

"The time needs to be spread out, maybe seven days. The time is too tight. The city hall cannot collect intelligence, and our newspaper cannot just update the story."

"Yeah, that's right!" Glenda nodded and continued, "I think it will be more popular if I post a separate one that just updates the story."

"That's a novel."

Complete the assignment.

After walking out of the printing room, Robert ran over and called him to eat.

Follow the maids to the restaurant.

After lunch, we returned to the study and headed to the zombie world. …

Walking out of the boundary gate, you are still in the dormitory where you live.

Wu Heng glanced out the window, picked up the charging intercom in the side cabinet, and called Qi Hancai.

Soon, Qi Hancai's voice came from the other side, "Sister Yahong is here, we are in the conference room!"

Li Yahong arrived with someone?

The action is quite fast.

Press the intercom, "I'll go over now."

Pick up the down jacket on the hanger, put it on, and go out to the conference room.

In the conference room.

There were many people sitting on both sides of the slender conference table.

Qi Hancai, along with his cronies, Gao Rong and two other technicians, sat on the left side of the conference table.

Li Yahong took several others and sat on the right side.

Seeing Wu Heng come in, everyone stood up and said hello.

Wu Heng sat down at the head, and the others followed suit.

Each reported the situation.

Li Yahong asked: "Sister Qi said that we need to arrange personnel to participate in cleaning up the zombies?"

Wu Heng nodded and looked at everyone.

He said directly: "Recently, survivor bases in various places have sent us rescue requests. Although we are not a rescue team, we are developing well now. If we are able, we should try our best to help survivors in other areas."

Everyone nodded slightly to show their understanding.

Wu Heng continued: "So, I plan to form two pioneering teams to enter the cities along the railway tracks in both forward and backward directions to clean up the zombies and rescue the survivors."

Everyone present frowned.

Except Qi Hancai who knew about the plan, no one else knew about it.

Even Li Yahong was only informed that people should be selected to clean up the zombies at the base. The specific situation was not clear.

After all, the content of the radio station is public, and it is not convenient to directly announce some things before a decision is made.

Now that I heard the detailed content, I am a little confused and worried.

Li Yahong thought for a moment and asked softly: "What are the base personnel responsible for forming a team?"

Wu Heng explained, "The main battle will be completed by the skeletons. The selected people will follow the skeletons and do not need to directly participate in the battle. The main job is to communicate with the rescued survivors, report the itinerary and progress at any time, arrange material supplies, etc. It can be understood that apart from fighting, you are all responsible."

Huh~!

People on both sides breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as they don't directly participate in the battle, they are doing the rest now.

"Qi Hancai and Li Yahong, you each choose a captain who will be mainly responsible for this matter."

Qi Hancai took the lead and said: "On our side, Bai Qinglai is responsible for this matter."

Beside, Bai Qing stood up.

He is less than thirty years old and is an old man who came from Dong'an Village with Qi Hancai.

He is considered a close confidant of Qi Hancai.

"Chief, make sure to complete the mission."

"Well, you know the process well, this kind of thing shouldn't be difficult."

"yes!"

On Li Yahong's side, several people gathered together and communicated in low voices.

Not long after, Li Yahong turned around and said, "Our team is led by Hong Dedong."

A middle-aged man with a beard stood up and said, "Your Majesty! I promise to complete the mission."

Hong Dedong was also an early joiner of the base.

"Well, you two stay here for now. Then I will arrange the skeleton and you can get familiar with it."

"Yes!" The two nodded.

Things are done for the Skeleton Logistics Team.

Wu Heng continued: "Qi Hancai, tomorrow we will go to the original site of the provincial rescue team, seize control of the railway, and arrange the convoy."

"Okay." Qi Hancai nodded in response.

The meeting ended and everyone walked outside together.

Just walked out of the hallway.

The sound of chasing footsteps came from behind.

Qiangzi ran over quickly and said, "Your Majesty, I have new drawings. See if you can do it!"

"Are there any more drawings?"

When he was at the Xinfu City base, Qiangzi had a very rich imagination.

There are quite a lot of designs such as iron wolf choppers and zombie power-generating treadmills.

Some are useless, but some are actually pretty good.

For example, the solid iron bullet was proposed by Hadron. Although he did not invent it, he still had an idea and went outside to inquire about the information from the people in the Flame God Sanctuary.

I've been using it to this day and it's still very useful.

"Look, what are you doing so sneakily?" Wu Heng asked.

"Sister Hong, don't let me mess around." After saying that, he took out a small notebook from his pocket and opened it to see the patterns on it.

On the first page, there are several flying dragons. Qiangzi introduced, "The first plan is to add a machine gun to the skeleton flying dragon. The inside of the sternum is used as a magazine to store a large number of bullets. There is also a fire-breathing device, and the oil pipe is along the The neck is connected to the mouth, the chest is the fuel tank, and the mouth is equipped with a flint. Open the mouth and use the flint to ignite the fuel gun to create the effect of spitting fire from the mouth, which can burn zombies in a large area. "

(End of chapter)

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