Chapter 12: Tribute trip

Liu Feng looked at Han Bing and asked with interest: "What do you think is better?"
Han Bing knew what Liu Feng was thinking in his heart, but he really couldn't bear to see the same fate in others. Han Bing gritted his teeth, hesitated for a long time, and finally made up his mind.
"Brother Feng, you save my life. So no matter what you decide, I will listen to you!"
Seeing Han Bing finally took the first step, Liu Feng was also very happy in his heart.
In this cruel world, the savior often cannot save the world and will only become a dinner for zombies. The cruel people can often live longer.
"Let’s do this. I have read a lot of information these days. When Longtai led, five community camps succumbed to him. Now that this community is under our control, we need to check five more. The reality of this community. If they are willing to continue to submit, then they can be safe. If they are not willing to submit, then..."
Liu Feng didn't say the unpleasant words, but Han Bing already understood the meaning of the words. He nodded, and said in a low voice respectfully: "Brother Feng, I will prepare now. Let's set off in half an hour."
Liu Feng nodded and looked at the back gradually away, a satisfied smile appeared on his handsome face.

On the map, the camps of five small communities are arranged in a "ring" around the camps of the communities.
Han Bing summoned all the men in the community camp, leaving only the second uncle Ge of the Mediterranean Sea and a few women to stay in the community as guards.
Thirty men with superior combat effectiveness holding rifles. Driving seven or eight modified pickup trucks, they headed for the first small camp violently.
It took about half an hour for the five or six kilometers to finally reach the destination.
This is a relatively dilapidated community camp. Not only is the defense relatively weak, but there is also an extremely lack of male brawny inside, most of whom are middle-aged people who are already old.
When they saw someone driving a modified pickup truck coming straight, they immediately closed the gate of the camp. With an automatic rifle in his hand, Han Bing stood on the top of the pickup truck with extraordinary imposing power.
"Uncle Wang, quickly open the door, this is Han Bing."
Han Bing shouted seven or eight times in a row, and a middle-aged man with a face full of flesh appeared on the platform of the camp gate.
"Han Bing, what are you planning to do with so many people here?" The middle-aged man said with a dark face and slightly disdainful hum: "Don't look at our relatively weak power. But if you want to be adamant Swallow us, then I can also show you what it means to die."
Hearing this, Han Bing put a strong smile on his face and put away the automatic rifle in his hand.
"Uncle Wang, you really worry too much. How could we two use such a good relationship against you?"
"Hmph, you are fully armed and brought so many people here, do you think I will believe your nonsense?"
Han Bing chuckled lightly, and said with a slight embarrassment: "Uncle Wang, it is true that I came here today without good intentions. It stands to reason that these few days are the days for you to pay tribute. So, if Uncle Wang If you have something good, take it out as soon as possible!"
Upon hearing this, Uncle Wang gave a light hum with disdain.
"Heh, the forest is really big, and there are all kinds of birds! Han Bing, how many catties you are, how many taels are in my mind? Besides, Longtai hasn't spoken yet, where is it for you?"
Han Bing seemed to have expected him to say this a long time ago. He clapped his hands and walked down a dozen strong men from the three cars behind.
"Uncle Wang, you should know these people?" Han Bing chuckled lightly, looked at Wang's surprised face, and continued: "Longtai is already in the past tense. Now, here is our Feng brother. Forget it!"
"Han Bing, you..."
Before Uncle Wang had finished speaking, Liu Feng got out of the car. With a big wave of his hand, nearly 100,000 iron-toothed insects appeared in the air.
"Uncle Wang, this is our Brother Feng, a powerful genetic warrior. If you want to resist, you can try it."
Listening to Han Bing's words, Uncle Wang was full of consternation.
Although he tried to get rid of Longtai's control, at this moment, how much he hoped Longtai could appear. Unfortunately, what Uncle Wang had in mind was not fulfilled.
Uncle Wang looked up at the team led by the new leader. There were more than 30 young and strong boys in order, all holding heavy weapons. Compared with myself, it is simply the difference between heaven and underground.
Uncle Wang shook his head helplessly and sighed. With a big wave of his hand, the gate of the community camp opened.
"Brother Feng, the weather has become worse in recent times. Therefore, the daily necessities we produce are far worse than in the past. If possible, please leave us 30%."
Under the guidance of Uncle Wang, Liu Feng walked into the warehouse of the community camp.
In addition to neatly arranged clothes, there are also two large baskets of eggs and vegetables, and five or six poultry in the bamboo cage. I have to say that it is good to have such productivity in the end times.
Liu Feng did not directly answer Uncle Wang's words, but turned around to focus on Han Bing, and asked in a low voice, "Han Bing, according to past habits, how much will Longtai take away?"
Han Bing paused, and replied in a low voice: "Generally speaking, Longtai will take 80%. Moreover, there are still some that are not particularly good in terms of quality and fineness."
Hearing this, Liu Feng's eyebrows condensed, thoughtful in his heart.
After counting all the items, Liu Feng went straight back to the pickup truck. He waved his hand and called Han Bing over.
"Han Bing."
"Brother Feng, you said."
"Only 50% of the clothes and vegetables are taken, and the raw poultry is no longer needed, leaving them directly.
"Brother Feng, in this case..."
Han Bing was halfway through, and seeing Liu Feng's serious expression, he held back the rest of the words in his stomach.
When the convoy left, Uncle Wang knelt directly on the ground with gratitude, and kept kowtow at the departing convoy.
It is said that everything is difficult at the beginning, and Liu Feng went so smoothly in receiving the tribute for the first time, and he is more confident about the next step.
After several turns, the convoy followed the instructions on the map to collect tribute to the three community camps. Although some people were reluctant, but under the deterrence of Bazooka and Irontooth, they could only obediently submit.
In the blink of an eye, it was already evening. The sky to the west was stained blood red by the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Brother Feng, I didn't expect it to go well."
Liu Feng snorted softly and replied: "Then it may not be smooth."
"why?"
Liu Fengshun pointed to the community camp that was already in front of him, and the tall platform was full of sturdy men holding thermal weapons.