"That's true." Chu Yuan nodded, a little agree.
But this way, it's really troublesome.
Don't mention the number of zombies in the four cities. Just thinking about it, the imaginary scene can make your scalp numb.
If this incident were to spread in the base, he estimated that ordinary people in the base would be scared to death, and if they were scared to run out then, it would be even more deadly and injured.
Therefore, even if this matter is to be revealed, it can only be known to some capable people who dare to stand up, and they have to keep this matter secret.
"Admiral Wen." After the base chief looked down at the ground for a long time, it seemed that he had suddenly remembered something and looked at Wen Yuchen expectantly.
"Can you ask your B city base to ask for some support for us?"
After Xia Xiyu had dealt with the affairs of the Xia family, he returned to the base in City B. Even if they contacted them with mechanical pigeons, it would take a day or two.
Even if he promised to help, when their people came, there would be only one wreck left in the Kyoto base.
Because the head of the base is not sure about how long the Kyoto base can last under the condition of four bread rolls.
Maybe it can last for a day or two, or maybe it can't even last for a day.
The head of the base thought that as long as he said that, Wen Yuchen might agree to it, but he didn't expect that he actually shook his head.
"It's too late."
Wen Yuchen frowned, "Those zombies are not too slow just to walk now. It will definitely take a lot of time to go back and forth."
I'm afraid that even people from the base in City B will come to support it, and it will be of no avail.
The population of the B city base is smaller than that of the Kyoto base, not to mention that they have to keep people to take care of their own homes.
Therefore, fewer people will be sent to support. It would be better not to come, and it will only send death in vain.
After listening to Wen Yuchen's words, the base chief leaned back on the chair with disappointment.
This is not okay, that is not okay. Could it be that their Kyoto base can only be so dry and wait for its destruction this time
"So be it."
When everyone was frowning and thinking about countermeasures, Xi Guimo put his hands together and said, "How many second-level superpowers are there in the base?"
"This... there should be more than five hundred people."
The base commander was stunned, but he hadn't figured out what Xi Guimo asked him what he wanted to do.
"What about the first-level superpowers?"
"There are more than a thousand people..."
"The number of ordinary people?"
"More than two thousand..."
The more he answered, the base leader gradually had a guess.
"It should be enough." Xi Guimo nodded to himself, "Head of the base, you have to ask the 500 second-order ability players to inform them, tell them about this, let them take a good rest these two days, and try their best. Save the power."
"The more than a thousand Tier 1 abilities, let them strengthen their control over abilities, so that they will be needed at that time."
"And for the ordinary people who are left, you equip each of them with a gun, so that they don't come out and wander around outside if they have problems.
As long as they are not supernatural zombies, ordinary zombies can't open the doors of these houses.
So if ordinary people don't want to die, try to hide in the house and don't come out.
Every word of Xi Guimo carried a trace of majesty that could not be rejected, and even the base commander was taken aback when he heard it.