Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

"Then concentrate our elite troops and focus on destroying the Corpse King!"

What Bian Junwu meant was that the major bases should not be greedy for their own piece of land.

The Qingpo base was required to give up the steel plant, the Yangsheng base was required to give up the oil refinery, and the Chaoyu base was required to give up the port.

The leaders of the three forces looked at each other. Although there was some hesitation in their eyes, they finally considered it and nodded in agreement.

In the past, they were unwilling to give up surface resources because they were worried that their future living space would be affected.

Even if they gave up the surface resources, they still couldn't get rid of the zombie tide.

But now that they have people from the Jiangnan region to endorse them and give them unified command, they feel more confident.

Anyway, each family is busy with their own affairs and it is impossible for them to take the opportunity to attack other forces.

As long as they can eliminate the zombie tide, those territories and resources will still be theirs in the future.

It's impossible that those zombies would be interested in resources.

All they are interested in is human flesh.

When all the major forces sit together and form a united front, many problems can be easily solved.

At this time, the high priest of the Snow Worshiping Sect who was sitting in a corner spoke.

"Then what do we do?"

Zheng Yixian frowned, obviously unhappy.

"They all have their own underground shelters and high-level shelters. But we in the Snow Worship Sect have nothing!"

"Mr. Bian, you can't be partial to one person and ignore the other in this matter!"

Upon hearing this, Bian Junwu turned his head and looked at Zheng Yixian.

He simply said coldly, "Your Baixue Sect has thousands of followers. They joined your sect, so it is your Baixue Sect's responsibility to protect them."

"Could it be that you still expect us to help you protect your disciples?"

Zheng Yixian's face turned ugly.

Before he could object, Bian Junwu continued, "We can only formulate tactical plans based on your current conditions. If you don't even have this awareness, you will be wiped out by the zombie tide."

Bian Junwu doesn't care about anyone's life or death.

What he cares about is whether he can eliminate the zombie crisis in Tianhai City and prevent the zombie virus from spreading to the surrounding areas.

Zheng Yixian gritted his teeth and gripped the chair tightly with his right hand.

"So, you're going to watch our people die?"

"Furthermore, if all other forces go underground, the Snow Worshiping Cult will undoubtedly become the biggest target of the zombie horde!"

"How will our believers survive then?"

Zhang Yi raised his eyebrows, with a hint of amusement on his lips.

Xiao Honglian, Wei Dinghai and Xing Tian all looked disapproving.

They really don't care about the life or death of the Baixue Sect.

Xiao Honglian even sneered and said:

"You have so many followers in the Snow Baijiao Sect, and most of them are incapable of fighting. If you don't have that much ability, you shouldn't have accepted so many disciples!"

"Now that something has gone wrong, you should be responsible for it."

She had long been dissatisfied with the Baixue Sect, so she naturally would not miss this opportunity to mock it.

Zheng Yixian stared at Xiao Honglian, with a deep murderous intent in his eyes.

At this moment, Bian Junwu spoke and broke the deadlock.

"The existence of the Snow Worshiping Cult has its significance. If you can't hide well, then you can still play another role."