"It might be better to imagine that the main world is a vast ocean, and the so-called 'zone' is an archipelago scattered in the ocean. These islands have bridges connecting them. For example, our three zones are connected to 4, 5 and 6 zones. But for some special purpose, usually the bridges between islands are closed, and at a specific time, these bridges will be opened, which means that people between islands can communicate with each other. This is the beginning of the so-called homosexual war."

"Hey, you said so much, I still don't know what to do with the same war."

"Will you die if you shut up? You can't listen to him!"

"Have you ever played checkers? Our teams are like chess pieces on the board. If one side first takes the other side's territory, then that side will win. Although the rule is simple, it is a battle that affects the entire area. A melee of two or three thousand people. The front line is too long, so even a team like the Shura team cannot completely control the situation."

Even if the people present had never played checkers, they must have heard of it, so after listening to Fang Heng's explanation, they all showed a sudden enlightenment.

Next to the oak bookshelves, there is a leisure area, three cowhide sofas surrounded by a long coffee table, with a stack of thick CDs piled up on the coffee table, including the "Dragon Quest" series, the "Assassin's Creed" series and the "Grand Theft Auto" series... There are countless. This is the public leisure area designed by Zhang Yang when he designed it. On the opposite side of the sofa, there is a curved screen monitor as high as a human, which allows players to enjoy the ultimate gaming experience. In addition to these console games, Zhang Yang even put a row of computers in the corner, waiting for one day to have enough team members to play the moba game.

But these are just Zhang Yang's wishful thinking.

This leisure area has completely lost its original intention of existence because it has become a restaurant.

Next to the game disc is everyone’s breakfast today.

Cao Nian had a bowl of wontons in front of him, and a small basket of buns next to the small white porcelain bowl was steaming. In addition, there was a plate of kimchi.

"So, this is why we want to join forces?" Cao Nian took a small bag in his hand, put it in his mouth, and said in a vague way.

"Yes, how can a drop of water not be evaporated by the sun? The best way is to integrate yourself into the sea. If a weak team wants to survive, the best way is to integrate into the collective." Fang Heng's breakfast was strange, three pieces of chocolate and a cup of hot cocoa. This guy seemed to be particularly fond of high-calorie sweets, "So when the war was about to begin, people in the same district had to unite."

Xu Nuo applied butter to the bread that had just been baked, "Since that's the case, why do you have to divide it into different teams? Isn't it better to stand up directly and lead the entire three districts? It's better for everyone to be united and form cliques like this now?"

"If it were you, would you be willing to obey others' mercy?" Fang Heng took a bite of the chocolate.

Zhang Yang, who was sitting next to him, had his eyelids twitched and he muttered, "You are not afraid of diabetes."

Chen Lang tied a white napkin around his neck, and the knife and fork in his hand attacked a piece of three-point cooked steak: "Anyway, we are useless. It is always right to follow the big army. As long as you can get a bowl of soup, it's enough."

After accepting the reality that he is still weak, everyone's expectations for the fruit of victory are not too strong.

Fang Heng glanced at the inexpensive guy: "It's pitiful, are you really not ready to become a strong man?"

Well···

Everyone looked at each other, what the hell is it that you are the one who tells us to recognize reality? Are you talking about the strong now? Isn’t this nonsense?

Fang Heng took apart the last piece of chocolate: "I might as well imagine that we are not a 9th-level team, but a 8th- or even a 7th--will you still obey others' advice at that time?"

The lazy and slacking people thought.

"In addition, the source will also reward each team according to merit, so even if it is a victory, the fruits of victory each person will get are different."

Cao Nian now understands it.

When the battle is won, the winning side will naturally receive the source reward. However, depending on the contribution of each team, the amount of reward will naturally be different. Therefore, since there are differences in height, it is difficult to make everyone work together. After all, who doesn’t want to get more rewards? No wonder even a strong team like the Shura team cannot lead the entire third zone! There are three seven-level teams under the Shura team, and while they compete with each other, they also compete with the Shura team. There are only one watermelon, and everyone wants to get a big part! If you can obey other people’s orders, there will be a ghost!

Only a weak brigade like Cao Nian and others would have the idea of ​​"Just eat meat and leave me some soup." In fact, most of the ninth-level teams are like this. They don't want to fight, but they just have to have capital! What can they fight with those strong teams? Can Xiaomi and Rifles beat Mijia Particle Cannons? There is no way, I have to admit defeat.

Taking advantage of Cao Nian's thinking, Zhang Yang secretly reached out to grab a small bun. This guy is the type who is greedy for everything.

"To give a simple example, everyone knows the Three Kingdoms? The situation in the Three Districts is like in the early days of the Three Kingdoms. The heroes were in power, and the eighteen princes were in power, and the battle was about to begin." Fang Heng finished eating a large piece of chocolate in his hand, and added homemade seasoning to the cup of hot cocoa, which was considered breakfast. This way of eating did not gain weight, so it was considered that this guy had a special physique, "How should we take the team?"

The fat man said, "Didn't the eighteen princes beat Dong Zhuo in the end?"

Fang Heng coughed twice, said 'This is not the point' and passed it perfunctorily.

Zhang Yang answered decisively: "Of course you should choose Boss Cao, that's an awesome person who uses the emperor to command the princes!"

As he said that, this guy was about to attack Cao Nian's Xiaolongbao, but Cao Nian discovered it, so he had to give up in disappointment.

Chu Jianqing sang with contempt: "Dian Wei with yellow face, Cao Cao with white face, and Zhang Fei with black face, chirping!"

Zhang Yang was unhappy: "You are Zhang Fei! Your whole family is Zhang Fei! Prime Minister Cao is not a bad person. In my opinion, the Prime Minister is the wise ruler who governs the country and safeguards the people. He is countless Sun Quans better than Liu Bei and Emperor Xian of Han. Besides, our strength is not as good as a prince, right? At most, it is a group of soldiers. What's the good and bad person? Isn't it better to drink big gulp, eat meat, and divide gold and silver with big scales?"

Chen Lang thought to himself: "Why do you feel like you made a little playful look in the last sentence?"

Fang Heng finished his breakfast very carefully and wiped his mouth: "That's true. Zhang Yang is right. Who we want to rely on is not whether he is strong, but how much benefits he can give us!"

Zhang Yang was extremely proud, and it was rare to keep his ideas at the same pace as Fang Heng. It can be said that he has made great progress.

Cao Nian also fooled it briefly, even if he had finished breakfast, "Boy, it's amazing. He has seen it so thoroughly!"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Actually, I just think Cao Cao is so handsome in the True Three. His domineering level is simply amazing! As for the ones behind, I made up everything."

Everyone rolled their eyes at the shameless guy, and then Cao Nian asked, "Since we are going to the meeting tonight, do we need to make some preparations?"

Fang Heng nodded: "That's right, even if the Shura team has given out an olive branch, we must consider this matter carefully. So, No. 21, Chen Lang, you go out today to inquire about the Shura team, their members, abilities, characteristics, and all of this, the more detailed the better. Before we set off, I need you to get all of them."

The fat man pressed his stomach and then burped, as if he was a little overeating. As for Chen Lang, he was holding a cigar and sucking mist. After listening to Fang Heng's words, the man nodded and pondered, "Don't worry, the man from the Chen family does business."

Fang Heng said helplessly: "Don't have windbreaker or sunglasses. You are not going to kill people now, so you don't have to be that cool."

Chen Lang spit out a smoke ring: "Oh, as long as the cigar is still there, after all, this is the romance of men!"

Fang Heng nodded. With the identity of these two people in their previous lives, it was the most appropriate to complete this task.

But...Why do you always feel a little worried?

After eating and drinking, Chen Lang and No. 21, one tall and one short, slowly stood up, looking very tacit. But when he walked near the round table, the fat man suddenly stretched out his legs and tripped Chen Lang. It was just a joke, but when Chen Lang fell to the ground, he was still holding a cigar in his mouth and was smoking mist, so he caught off guard and swallowed half of the cigar directly.

A pig-killing scream suddenly sounded in the hall.

Looking at Chen Lang who was screaming and No. 21 who was gloating on the side, everyone shook their heads, and even Zhang Yang cursed "wisdom". Fang Heng also began to wonder if he had made a wrong decision. Are these two people really soldiers and killers? Instead of a funny duo? How do you feel that the subsequent profession is suitable for them?

One plus one, sometimes not necessarily equals two.

"What about us?"

"Cao Nian, Zhang Yang, if you don't mind, I suggest you can discuss with each other."

"I'm afraid it will hurt him. It will hurt his feelings so much." Cao Nian said.

Zhang Yang slapped the table and was dissatisfied, "Is this supposed to say?"

Fang Heng continued: "Chu Jianqing, promise, you come to my room."

"Hey, wait, why do you have a beauty to accompany you? This is unfair! And there are still two at a time!"

"Will you die if you don't speak bad words?"

"I'm telling the truth!"

"Cao Nian, help me teach this guy a good lesson."

"Get orders!"

"Brother, beat him hard!"

"No problem! I won't lose if my junior sister!"

"I didn't talk to you, fool."

"No, why do you support you?" Zhang Yang looked at Cao Nian with dissatisfaction, "There must be a problem here. I understand. They must be the ones who think you will lose, so they encourage you!"

"Okay, stop talking stupid things, you will know who will win or lose!
Chapter completed!