Looking further back, Qin Hao found something different.

The number of minions can be selected, and the growth cycle is different if the number is different.

Ten minions are 100,000 years, 20 are 190,000 years, 30 are 280,000 years, and forty are 370,000 years...

Qin Hao saw the pattern at a glance. The more the number, the smaller the average year for each minion.

Qin Hao chose the most, 1,000 minions, based on the principle of being a fool if there is advantage.

Ripening takes nine million ten thousand years.

No matter what it is, buy a bag of super accelerated fertilizer and use it first.

The growth cycle directly dropped to 1.82 thousand years, and the number of zombies needed was more than 650 million, which means 65 blood demons.

Qin Hao glanced at the Golden-winged Spotted Thrush and laughed.

The golden-winged spotted thrush tightened its buttocks and fainted decisively.

Qin Hao shook his head, his consciousness retreated from the farm.

In the carriage, in addition to Qin Hao and Tim, the coalition forces surrendered General Zhang and General Cai.

The shadow department buried in the dark line within the coalition forces has long passed back the glorious deeds of the two generals Zhang and Cai, combined with the intelligence held by oneself.

Qin Hao had already determined that these were the two great talents of "Wolong and Phoenix" who had been rumored for a long time.

One is Zhang Ji and the other is Cai Mao. The names are linked together, and Qin Hao is greedy.

Such "talents", Qin Hao dare not stay in his lineup, it is better to send them back to the coalition forces, so that they can continue to shine in the coalition forces!

So at the fork intersection, Qin Hao let the two get out of the car.

Qin Hao pointed to the fork in the road and said to the two of them: "Follow this road to the City of Light. Gong Ziqian is gathering an army there, you two go quickly!"

Zhang Ji and Cai Mao knelt in front of the carriage and cried.

"My lord, the two of us don't want to follow the three big groups, we want to follow you!"

"Yes, the two of us are yours for life, and death is your ghost king!"

The corner of Qin Hao's mouth twitched, but he patiently comforted them.

"This king knows the loyalty of the two of you. Because of this, I let you two break into the enemy and destroy it! Don't worry, when we win, this king will give you two credits. Then you two Will be the great hero of my country of Qin, with the endless glory and wealth, the beauty of the car, come on!"

Well, Qin Hao couldn't make up anymore, so he urged Xiaoshan to leave quickly.

In Zhang Ji and Cai Mao's cries, the pumpkin carriage disappeared into their sight.

"have they gone?"

"gone."

The two grumbled and got up, there was no tear on their faces.

"Little bastard, give us a pie without seeing who we are?"

"That is, how can we two such upright people be deceived by his rhetoric."

"Ahem, having said that, Qin Jun doesn't want us, so we can only go to the coalition army!"

"Oh, let's go! To be honest, Qin Jun's food is really good, I have eaten fat these past two days!"

"Me too, I really want to eat it again!"

While recalling Qin Jun's food, the two goods walked toward the City of Light.

When the pumpkin carriage passed through an abandoned city, a large group of zombies chased a few survivors and ran towards this side.

Qin Hao asked Xiaoshan to speed up, ready to save people.

Some people would say that Qin Hao is the Mother of God, but Qin Hao himself knows that he is just a more traditional flower planter.

What the flower growers say is "If you are poor, you will be good for yourself, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world!"

Because of this, every time a flower planter encounters a major crisis, someone will stand up and lead all flower planters to survive.

It is precisely because of this that flower growers can stand among the nations of the world, and for five thousand years, they have become the only ancient civilization in the world without cultural severance.

Although this is a different world or the end of the world, Qin Hao couldn't help acting with his own value standards when he saw these people with black eyes and black hair.

Killing when you see people, grabbing things when you see things, there is only competition between people, and no cooperation. Such a doomsday world is the doomsday world of Westerners, not the doomsday world of the family who grow flowers.

Because what Westerners admire is liberalism and individualism. Personal interests are above everything else. In the eyes of Westerners, there is only a zero-sum game, and there is no win-win cooperation.

Many young people from the Hua family have been brainwashed by Western mainstream values ​​and have forgotten the core of their national culture. I have to say that this is a kind of sadness.

Soon, the hill pulled the pumpkin carriage across in front of the survivors.

The survivors are all stupid. There are a large group of zombies chasing after, and there are carriages and horses blocking the road. Isn't this a dead end?

Just as everyone was desperate, a huge black shadow suddenly flew out of the carriage, and fell behind them with a "Boom".

Everyone turned their heads to look and found that it was a zombie that looked like a spider. The strange thing was that there were leaves growing on his head, which made his original murderous and terrifying appearance suddenly a little more cute.

The next second, that monster, like a spinning fan, slammed into the group of zombies.

Before the zombies could react, they were chopped off their necks by the huge blade rotating at high speed.

In less than a minute, the more than two hundred zombies chasing behind everyone became headless corpses all over the floor.

"So strong!"

People looked at the monster in horror, afraid that they would become the next headless corpse.

"Don't be afraid, Crazy Iron will not hurt you!"

Qin Hao's voice came out of the carriage, which surprised everyone.

"Yes, I won't hurt you!" Kuang Tie said.

Everyone was completely shocked.

"Monster, can speak!"

"Am I dreaming?"

"what!"

A young man among the survivors suddenly exhaled in pain, fell to the ground, convulsed.

It turned out that he was bitten by a zombie on his arm when he was escaping.

He was afraid of being abandoned by his companions, so he kept covering the wound with clothes. At this time, the wound was completely infected, and he finally couldn't bear it and began to mutate.

"He is infected!"

His companions yelled and stepped back, both fear and disgust in their eyes.

Qin Hao threw out a poison ivy and landed on the young man.

The poison ivy immediately plunged into the boy's veins and began to purify.

After more than ten minutes, the young man finally woke up.

Everyone who watched the entire process was so shocked that they couldn't speak.

They have only heard that Qin State sells a drug that can prevent infection, but they have not seen it with their own eyes. This time they saw it with their own eyes and it was shocking.

"Where are you going?" Qin Hao asked suddenly.

One of the survivors, a younger and older one, said, "We heard that there is no residence tax for Feng, so we want to go there."

Qin Hao nodded!

The injured young man stood up and thanked the carriage sincerely!

"Thank you for your help!"

"I can understand the fear of being abandoned, but have you ever considered that your concealment will kill your companion?"

The young man was blushing and ashamed.

Qin Hao glanced at the people through the curtains, was too lazy to say something, left some food and weapons for the people and left.

Several people looked at the carriage going away, dumbfounded.

"Who is the person in the carriage? How can it give people an unfathomable feeling!"

"It must be a certain great figure in the Qin State. Just listening to him is a kind of coercion from the superior."

"Yes, listening to him makes me feel like I want to obey instinctively."