The commoners looked at the leaving martial artist Army, their faces ashen.
Without the protection of Warriors, tonight would be the day of their death.
The despairing crowd suddenly reacted.
"Food, there must be food left in the warehouse."
After a night of exhaustion, the eyes of the exhausted commoners suddenly lit up. Like hungry Tigers pouncing on their prey, they held their breath and quickly rushed to the warehouse of the stronghold.
"That's right, even if I'm going to die, I'll be a ghost that dies full."
the food is mine. I must eat my fill today.
second uncle, I can't run anymore. Please help me get some food.
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Li xiaonian helplessly followed the crowd who had lost control. The construction of a base required the efforts of ordinary people. In despair, one could see a person's nature the best. He needed to observe, make records, and select some outstanding people to serve as management.
