Seeing that Zhao Guohai agreed with his point of view, Liu Shiba continued his analysis:
"The reason why they did not travel a long distance to annex you is not because they are not strong enough, but because of the limitations of the terrain.
The cost of the army's long-distance attack across the entire Baiyu Mountain is too high, and the cost of transporting military equipment back is incalculable..."
Zhao Guohai nodded and smiled:
"Unless the person in charge of that gathering place has lost his mind, he would make such a decision."
Liu Shiba's face turned cold and he continued:
"Panlong Mountain is different! Its total population is only 200,000. Even if you fight to the death, you can raise an army of 30,000 people and 50,000 more logistics.
With just such a small number of people, if you want to swallow up the Dingbian gathering place, which is protected by a high-walled mountainous area and has the right time, location and people, it’s just bad luck if you don’t wipe them all out, right?”
Zhao Guohai gritted his teeth and said:
"Then, there is a perfect reason to find another way to attract the corpse tide from the south and put the blame on Xihekou.
What's more important is Panlong Mountain. There are almost all plains near here, with very few mountains. Attacking or transporting it is not too troublesome.
As long as the zombie tide can drive us out, they will be able to achieve their goal in an extra month or two, get all the equipment with almost no damage, and if they are lucky, they can also recruit some of the surviving population."
At this point, the situation was almost clear. Zhao Guohai stood up and glared at Liu Shiba and said:
"Brother has gone! Please teach me, Mr. Liu, how to lead the 30,000 of us to avoid this disaster?"
"Sit down and talk, sit down and talk!"
Liu Shiba smiled and waved his hand and said:
"Actually, there are only two words that can temporarily solve the current crisis."
Zhao Guohai sat down and said attentively:
"Would you like to hear your opinion?"
Liu Shiba stretched out two fingers and said:
"Give it up!"
Zhao Guohai understood these two words as soon as he heard them, and said:
"It is unavoidable to temporarily leave the gathering place to avoid the sharp edge of the zombie tide, right?"
Liu Shiba nodded affirmatively and said:
"At the latest, the zombie tide will arrive at the gathering place tomorrow night. The millions of zombies will also include a large number of high-level zombies and mutant beasts.
No matter how powerful the manpower and sophisticated the weapons in the Dingbian gathering place are, they will be mercilessly destroyed and trampled into ruins."
Speaking of this, Liu Shiba changed the subject and said strangely:
"But! If there is no living person in the gathering place, and there is no smell of living people, then the zombie tide will not be interested in the high walls and those steel equipment that cannot be chewed, right?
Even if a pile of food is placed in front of those zombies, they probably won't even look at it.
Therefore, as long as you dare to give up the gathering place temporarily, everything will be solved."
Zhao Guohai picked at his white forehead and said worriedly:
"Mr. Liu, that does make sense! But have you ever thought about it, thirty thousand of us can't carry much food and weapons when we leave the gathering place.
A ten-year-old child can carry no more than twenty kilograms, women and the elderly can carry no more than fifty kilograms, and mature men can carry no more than eighty kilograms, most of which are weapons...
If the zombie tide keeps chasing and blocking us, one day we will all be exhausted and we will all starve to death in the wild!"
Liu Shiba frowned and said:
"Approximately how many children under the age of sixteen and elderly under the age of fifty are there in the gathering place?"
Zhao Guohai was stunned when he heard this and said:
"I really haven't counted these carefully..."
But then Zhao Guohai's eyes lit up, he turned his head and looked at it and said with a smile:
"Li Yuanfang must know, you ask him to come over and ask."
Liu Shiba was happy when he heard this, turned to Li Yuanfang who was standing at the door with a solemn face and smiled:
"Yuanfang, come here!"
Li Yuanfang was standing at the door bored. When Liu Shiba called, he immediately ran over and said with a smile:
"Boss, here! Here!"
Zhao Guohai looked at Li Yuanfang, who had a charming look on his face, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth a few times, and smiled and cursed:
"You boy, you are such a born slave!"
"Ha ha!"
Liu Shiba laughed when he heard this and asked:
"In addition to children under the age of 16, elderly people under the age of 50, and patients, how many people are there in the gathering place?"
Li Yuanfang raised her eyebrows and said curiously:
"Boss, I'm afraid it's not your age that you want to ask about, right?"
Liu Shiba's eyes flashed, and he handed him a cigarette with a smile, then handed one to Zhao Guohai, lit another one, and said solemnly:
"That's right! What I want to know is, apart from those who have lost their fighting ability, how many combat-worthy people are there in the Dingbian gathering area?"
Li Yuanfang looked up at Liu Shiba, then at Zhao Guohai, stretched out his hand to do some calculations, and then said with a ferocious smile as if he knew Liu Shiba's thoughts:
"Boss! The fertility of both men and women is very low these days. It's not that they can't give birth but they can't feed them. So there aren't many young children in the gathering place, less than a thousand people.
But there are three to four thousand dolls over the age of thirteen, and boys and girls also need to fight zombies to make money. In fact, all of them are good at marksmanship, so there is no problem in bringing them to the battlefield.
As for the elderly, there are actually not many elderly people over fifty, the number is less than 3,000...
There were approximately 5,000 people, including elderly people over fifty, children under thirteen years old, and some disabled and disabled people.
The total population in the gathering area is actually more than 33,000. In my opinion, everyone under the age of fifty has a certain fighting capacity.
If we take into account the mature soldiers and those who can fight in the gathering area, I estimate that the number of people who can shoot and kill will reach 25,000..."
Zhao Guohai listened dumbly to Li Yuanfang's analysis and said stupidly:
"Li Yuanfang, what are you talking about? Who can shoot and kill people, who can be fought?"
"Jiejiejie..."
Li Yuanfang let out a strange laugh, turned to look at Zhao Guohai and said:
"I didn't expect that Commander Zhao would hide so deeply under my nose that he actually has a twin brother? If Commander Zhao had been reminded like this by his boss, I'm afraid he would have thought of it a long time ago..."
"Haha! Li Yuanfang, get out of here!"
Liu Shiba stared at Li Yuanfang strangely, then kicked him back to the door.
Zhao Guohai looked at Li Yuanfang blankly, then at Liu Shiba, and said strangely:
"What are you talking about? Why didn't I understand?"
Liu Shiba stood up, patted Zhao Guohai on the shoulder and said with a smile:
"Don't be nervous, sit down and talk!"
"I see Li Yuanfang's smile is so captivating. Can you not be nervous?"
Zhao Guohai muttered and sat down.
Seeing Zhao Guohai calm down, Liu Shiba stared at him and said cautiously:
"Relocation is necessary! But the only people to be relocated are the old, the weak, the sick, the disabled, women and children.
I would be more relaxed. All children under the age of 15, women under 40, and men under 50 are on the list of people who must be relocated. I estimate that there are about 10,000 people."
Zhao Sihai seemed to understand something and said in a trembling voice:
"What do you plan to do with the remaining 20,000 people?"
Liu Shiba said calmly:
"Of the 20,000 people, there are about 5,000 regular troops, and the remaining 15,000 people, both men and women, were quickly reorganized and used as reserves. The ratio of the number of people is about one to one, which means that the 20,000 people
There were ten thousand male soldiers and ten thousand female soldiers among the people.
Each of the 20,000 people carried ten days of dry food, two automatic weapons and ten basic bullets, plus heavy weapons, and then quickly avoided the tide of corpses and the Panlong army that followed behind them and headed north."
Zhao Sihai said with a trembling voice:
"Going north? Why are you going?"
Liu Shiba sneered:
"Catch him by surprise. Since he has made up his mind to gather at the border, let's strike first.
I plan to take advantage of the majority of the troops in Panlong's gathering place to go on an expedition with the zombie tide, and the internal troops will take a detour to launch a preemptive attack, occupying their lair first, because attack is the best defense, and then turn around and defeat their expeditionary army."
Zhao Guohai was stunned, and after a while he said angrily:
"What about the 10,000 old, weak, sick and disabled?"
Liu Shiba said calmly:
"They serve as living targets, attracting the tide of corpses without damaging the buildings in the gathering place, and also attracting the Panlong army of leak pickers who will follow..."
Zhao Guohai's face turned pale when he heard this, he stood up unsteadily, pointed at Liu Shiba and said angrily:
"You devil, you are so crazy that you let 10,000 old and weak people feed the zombies..."
