Ji Yang smiled at Zhu Lin and said, "I don't know them, but I know who sent them."
Looking at her confused look, Ji Yang handed her a piece of paper and said, "This is the list of bases that want to merge with us."
Zhu Lin took the paper from his hand and read the names of the bases listed on the paper. After reading the list, she put the paper on the table, looked at Ji Yang, and asked, "Do they all want to join us? Why?"
Ji Yang sighed and said, "The temperature outside our base is now minus fifty-nine degrees. At this temperature, most of the supplies outside have deteriorated. There is no food, water, and winter supplies, resulting in a lot of people dying every day. Because of that, those small and medium-sized bases have no choice but to merge with the larger bases to survive."
He tapped the paper and said calmly: "And these bases all chose to join us after hearing that the military base was merging with us."
