Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Feng Lan explained in words the banyan tree spirit could understand, "Taking care of a tree is much more difficult than burning it to death."

"Of course," Feng Lan did not completely deny the banyan tree spirit's approach, "In the process of caring for the tree, pruning the branches is also necessary."

Bloodshed and death are necessary to maintain good governance.

There are much more plants in Wancheng than in Yucheng. Because the mountains on both sides of the river are not flat, there are shrubs or trees between the houses. In this case, Feng Lan can easily find out the news of everyone.

With the [Calculation] skill, she can easily process all information.

Feng Lan spent a day marking everyone, who needed to be trained, who could be retained, who could be promoted, and who needed to be appeased.

Wancheng is very scattered, and due to the terrain, there are no absolute city walls. This makes it difficult to attack here. It is not easy to take the mountain road, and it is even more difficult to take the water route. The people of Wancheng can be seen from afar. When they see it, they just need to turn around and escape into the mountains and forests, making it difficult to form an effective encirclement and wipe it out.

Feng Lan plans to solve the problem here in three days.

On an ordinary hot day, Feng Lan used most of his spiritual power to build a formation. This formation was of no use in direct warfare, and could not even trap people, but within the range of this formation, the bean soldiers summoned by Feng Lan could clearly see the red name above each person's head, and whether they could be killed directly, imprisoned, or were irrelevant green names.

A small map of Wancheng is also provided, where you can clearly see the hidden red names.

After constructing the formation, Feng Lan rubbed her swollen head. There was no upper limit to her [Calculation] skill, but her brain did have an upper limit. The result of a large amount of calculations was that her head was now throbbing with pain.

"Although night attacks are more effective, daytime attacks are not impossible." Feng Lan murmured. After all, the bean soldiers have the same physique as ordinary people and do not have night vision. Her mind quickly organized the positions where the bean soldiers were needed. She threw three hundred people into the street of Wancheng, which was a foreign company in name only but actually an opium guild. At the same time, she threw down thirty rifles, fifty pistols, and one hundred daggers.

Afterwards, beans were quickly scattered along the street. There were basically fifty bean soldiers every hundred meters, as well as guns temporarily copied from the mustard seed space brought out by Feng Lan.

Feng Lan kept throwing beans onto the mudflats of Wancheng. The population of Wancheng was only 130,000, but she threw 200,000 beans that were ready to be fermented.

The spiritual power required for this amount drained 3% of the energy cube brought by Feng Lan.

"Huh..." After Feng Lan finished throwing, she sat down on the only asphalt road to rest. Her face turned pale and her body uncontrollably showed some characteristics of wood. These were all because her spiritual power was drained out in a short period of time and then replenished repeatedly, causing this molded body to be on the verge of collapse.

Unlike the fourth disaster in the pure game, the bean soldiers summoned by Feng Lan are very clear that this is a different world. Although they regard this as an absolutely real holographic game, they will not randomly activate NPCs like game players.

All the opium dens were successfully destroyed under the absolute fire suppression, the warehouses storing opium were controlled by the players, and the built ports were also controlled, and no one was allowed to leave. Those local tyrants who fought back as soon as they heard the noise, especially the Gao family, although they had hidden a lot of private soldiers and firearms trained by the servants, and even grenades and explosives!

But who made them face a group of fearless players? Players who turned the pain sensor to zero expressed fearlessness.

"Go! I want to be the killer streak king!"

"Wow, that head is worth a lot of money! What a famous name! Let me do it, let me do it!"

Of course, the bean soldiers will also fight for who can grab the most valuable head (BOSS). For example, the head of the Gao family suffered the most violent attack. It is no exaggeration to say that it was a hail of bullets. The same treatment also happened to the foreigners who smuggled in opium. Even if they wanted to drive away quietly as soon as possible, they were stopped by the players using human wave tactics.