Li Yunpeng woke up early on New Year's Day, put on the red Tang suit prepared by Lao Fang in advance, and he was festive and auspicious, standing with Wang Shiyan in the same costume, like a pair of golden boys and girls.

"My Lord Wan'an! Madam Wan'an!"

Lao Fang said in unison with a group of female waiters.

"Well, happy new year." Li Yunpeng said.

"Lao Fang, send the red envelopes to everyone, as a celebration." Wang Shiyan handed over a stack of red envelopes containing food stamps and let the Lao Fang distribute them.

The servants who took the red envelopes scattered with joy. The food stamps issued by the lord of the city himself can be exchanged for food in equal amounts, and the food is hard currency wherever it is, which is a real benefit.

Li Yunpeng's military and political officers at all levels met to come together to greet the Lord City Lord for the New Year. If they come one by one, I am afraid that the Lord City Lord may not be able to finish the reception after the Chinese New Year.

This is just a special treatment for district and squadron leaders and above. Li Yunpeng accepted new year greetings from his subordinates in the largest conference hall. More than 100 people underneath took turns to say auspicious words. Today, I will not talk about official affairs, just talk about wind and moon, and the atmosphere is very good. It's easy. It's rare for everyone to see the commander's life, and they still don't enjoy themselves after a few hours of direct chat.

Or Zhang Tao got up and said: "Let's take over the Lord City Lord again, and I'm afraid that the wife will look for me and wait hard, everyone will go back to accompany the little family to celebrate the New Year."

After a burst of laughter, people sent Li Yunpeng into the car, only to disperse in twos and threes.

People have directly or indirectly received many favors from the Lord City Lord. If you want to say what the most talked up topic is this New Year, it is true to Li Yunpeng. There are not a few people who are grateful for Dade, and there are many people who pray for him.

At midnight, Wang Shiyan leaned in his arms and said softly, "Brother Peng, what will the new year look like?"

Li Yunpeng was startled, what does the New Year look like? He couldn't describe that anything could happen in a perilous world, the origin of the last days is still mysterious, when the zombies will evolve is still unknown, and hostile forces can't avoid it.

"New Year, it will be better." He can only say so.

The beauty in her arms is not delving into this topic, how can she know that all the peace she enjoys at this time is supported by her own man with steel arms, and she can't help but feel a little distressed.

Needless to say, one night of iron bone tenderness, but sigh that the shortness of the Spring Festival is still unfinished.

For three days, people were immersed in their own small circles, rich in food and clothing, safe and secure, and enjoyed a short and precious New Year holiday.

The guards patrol day and night, planes pass by from time to time, and chariots gallop across the borders of the territory to ensure that Moyang City is not threatened.

The guard soldiers in rotation are celebrating the New Year with their comrades in the barracks. All kinds of wine and delicacies, which ordinary people can't enjoy, are unlimited in the army.

In Li Yunpeng’s words, my soldiers can work hard, but the cost of food and clothing must be top-notch. Adhering to this principle, all carts and carts of cattle and sheep, baskets of fresh fish, and pieces of fruit are all sent in. In the guard camp.

The guards and soldiers have nothing to do with them. Even if they are reunited with their comrades in arms, they are the most free and easy.

Any good business is destined to be short-lived. Once three days have passed, people immediately plunged into the intense work, the factory machinery roared again, and various projects restarted.

The entire city of Moyang was slowly turning around like a huge and sophisticated instrument. Li Yunpeng was sitting in the study, looking at various documents.

On the three days of the new year, the guards cut off all the connections between Moyang City and the outside. People inside couldn't get out, and people outside couldn't get in either.

At this time, the channel with the outside world was reopened, and various mercenary groups swarmed in.

The weather has also become colder, and there is a breath of early spring in the North Country. Li Yunpeng looked at the Wuhe River that passed through the city of Moyang, and he was constantly thinking about it. When the glacier was enlightened, the Blue Sea Fleet went to Nanzhou to ask for the population. On the day, he glanced at the system panel, and it was only 400,000 people away from the upgrade.

A bold idea emerged in his mind, "Would you like to... intercept the Blue Sea Fleet troop carrier?"

This idea simply affects the whole body. Once intercepted, it means declaring war on the Blue Sea Fleet, and at the same time facing the attacks of the Blue Sea Fleet and Nanzhou State, can it stand it by itself? And there are other uncertain factors in other provinces.

According to Li Yunpeng's calculations over and over again, the Blue Ocean Fleet could not defend itself anyway when using ballistic missiles with huge lethality.

But...what if after upgrading? That's not necessarily the case. New weapons and equipment unlocked in the system may be able to cope with the immediate crisis.

But the system does not reveal what equipment will be unlocked after the upgrade, which makes Li Yunpeng still feel at a loss. What if the unlocked equipment is not enough to cope with the immediate crisis?

In the morning, Li Yunpeng smoked half a pack of cigarettes, "Ma De, people are dead and birds are in the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years. When did Lao Tzu be fully prepared?"

Whether it’s a base that has just been traversed and built in a hurry, or a hasty response when the evolutionary zombies are coming, they are all responding to the situation. Prestige?

"dry!"

Li Yunpeng threw away his cigarette **** and said firmly.

As soon as his voice fell, the situation suddenly changed, and the sky that was originally not very clear became gloomy in a moment.

"Fuck! What kind of fairy did I offend with these words?"

The dark clouds above the head gathered and gradually solidified, and then a fist-sized hail fell.

"Nima, shouldn't it snow?" Li Yunpeng was shocked. The hail meant that the temperature had warmed up and the glacial civilization was about to begin. All plans had to be advanced. I thought the climate would gradually ease, but I didn't expect it to be like a spring breeze.

All the people who were outside were smashed by the sudden hail, and their legs and feet would inevitably be full of bags.

"Ok?"

Li Yunpeng, who looked up at the sky, suddenly found that the familiar light curtain above the clouds, "Zombies are evolving again?"

Sure enough, a military armored vehicle galloped from a distance and drove until the gate of the castle before stopping. Ding Chaoyang hurriedly got out of the vehicle and, under the leadership of Lao Fang, came to Li Yunpeng's study.

"My Lord City Lord, the evolution energy detector suddenly detected that the free energy in the air has increased again, I'm afraid..."

Ding Chaoyang's words completely confirmed Li Yunpeng's conjecture. As usual, once the dome light curtain appeared, the evolutionary energy concentration would increase a bit, and the zombies would evolve by one level.

"Where is the demon altar?"

Ding Chaoyang replied: "The energy concentration of the demon altar has also skyrocketed at the same time. In addition to the collection device, the demon tower has been closed, and the violent energy is not suitable for direct absorption by humans."

Li Yunpeng stood with his hand in hand, and the change happened. No one had any choice but to watch the change.

"It's just that, will such a change disrupt the plans of the Blue Sea Fleet?"