National Fortune Survival: Do you call this Plants vs. Zombies?

"Eh? Commander, you mean..."

Qin Wushang was stunned for a moment, a little stunned.

Lin Qingfeng smiled and said: "Send those battlefields outside the agreement, and don't worry about it later, even if they request to join."

"You mean Star Curt's unified agreement?"

"Um……"

Qin Wushang still didn't understand that those battlefields were unwilling to join this agreement, otherwise such things would not have happened.

This way of dealing with them is simply not painful to them, and it also makes people feel incredible.

He thought for a moment, but still couldn't think of any reasonable explanation.

Lin Qingfeng saw his doubts, so he explained: "How is the observation at the observatory?"

Qin Wushang was startled, opened his eyes wide, and understood.

Zhou Tuan's press conference ended within a day, and that night, a piece of news came from Xing Kete again, and was widely disseminated by the system video area.

According to the judgment of the player alliance, the gang player who carried out the massacre has died, but because of the seriousness of the case, the leader of the player alliance and the leader of the sacred team, Lin Qingfeng, announced that his battlefield will be permanently excluded from the unified agreement.

Although this news is eye-catching, it is not shocking, but suspicious.

Below, people discussed heatedly:

"What's the situation? Why can't I understand this news?"

"Lin Qingfeng, the leader of the holy team? Does he really know the meaning of the nest group and the white eagle group?"

"It shouldn't be! The battlefield of those gangsters didn't want to join this agreement. Is this punishment to exclude them really a punishment? Weird..."

"Eat melons, eat melons, winter is here, and the Chinese New Year is coming soon. As a member of Zhoutuan, I don't feel too comfortable."

"Strongly protest against the punishment of the player alliance! It was dared by a few insane Wotuan people, why did they rise to the entire battlefield! (Wituan)"

"FUCK YOU! Fuck you! (West-White Eagles)"

In the blink of an eye, another five days passed.

Celestial Dynasty.

The White Eagles are still clearing out the zombies, and at the same time, the three confederated states are fighting with each other for the newly cleared territories occupied by the zombies.

In the western world, due to the intervention of the Baixiong Group and the Bank Group, the original momentum of the revival war was suppressed. With the start of a series of frontal encounters, the two major alliances came and went, showing anxiety.

In other parts of the world, in the east and middle regions, due to the blockage and recession of the global economy and trade, except for the pipelines to Zhoutuan, the channels that originally relied on the sale of oil and other resources were blocked, and began to involve, and the "jihad" continued.

And the sandbar... has always been a mess, and even more so now.

Only in the East Yazhou area, under the coercion of Zhou Tuan, no team dared to make trouble, and it was still calm.

The chaos here has not yet come to an end, and the chaos of the alien star Curt is coming to an end.

Another world, Star Curt.

In an observatory base.

"Head, in addition to those designated team bases, we have brought nearly [-]% of the survivors' battlefields into management on the four continents of Star Curt."

Just now, Qin Wushang was still negotiating with the managers of the last few survivors, and immediately ran to report to Lin Qingfeng after finishing the negotiation.

Inside the observatory, Lin Qingfeng looked up at the huge mapping instrument, the scorching sun was magnified, and flaming "dragons" kept jumping out.

"Well, good job, the time is not bad."

He nodded and waved Qin Wushang to come closer to watch the changes of the sun together.

"Head, is the solar magnetic storm coming?"

Looking at the turbulent waves on the surface of the sun, Qin Wushang frowned solemnly.

Although he is a player, even if Xing Kete is in danger of destroying the world, he doesn't think he will fall into it.But in the face of disaster, the aborigines of this world cannot hide.

"Don't worry, the scientific research department has already made plans these days, and it only needs to be transformed according to the locality of the dark department of the global base."

"Plan?" Qin Wushang was a little surprised. He knew that something was going on, but he didn't know the progress.

Hearing his doubts, a technician at the side looked over, saw Lin Qingfeng nodded, and started to operate.

Soon, an extremely dense and complex system appeared on the big screen, and the various designs on it were dazzling.

Qin Wushang didn't know much about technology, but he could understand the arrangements for personnel arrangements.

He just took a quick glance, and he saw the main point, that is, the connection and complementarity between the major survivors' battlefields.

To fight against the solar magnetic storm and the global climate change and global disasters caused by the magnetic storm, it is obviously impossible to rely on the strength of each survivor base alone.

All must unite in order to survive.

"Open the news, let's pass the order! In order to survive, I don't think anyone will disobey the order."

"Yes!"

The 2026rd year of the Celestial Dynasty.

12 month 6 day.

A message came from Star Curt to complete the unified new alliance and send instructions to the world of Star Curt: In order to resist the coming magnetic storm crisis, the alliance decided to implement a rescue plan.

The content of the plan was detailed, and it spread to all the bases in the entire Star Curt at the fastest speed, telling everyone the details of the crisis and the way to resist it.

Not only the aborigines of Xingkete got the news at the same time, but also the players.

While the people of Star Curt were trembling and depressed, the players also exploded.

"I'll go! I just said, how can this crisis be resolved? You know the system has no good intentions!"

"It's too exaggerated! Will the solar magnetic storm blow away the atmosphere?"

"No mistake, right? If Xing Kete can't live, what should we do? We can escape to other worlds, but the points will run out one day..."

"That's not necessarily the case. I heard that Faxia Continent, the sacred team, can still find tasks to do."

"You are all too sensitive. If we are all dead, how can the game of the system continue? Besides, hasn't the alliance made a countermeasure plan?"

"Heh, the system doesn't care about our life or death. It's a big deal, and it will pull a few hundred thousand people from the Celestial Dynasty to continue the game."

"Eating melons and eating melons means that I have been living in Faxia Continent all the time. I have married a wife and had children. I clock in at work in the patrol team every day. I just let me continue to carry the points, and I still have a surplus..."

"Ah! Patrol team, the minimum requirement is to be a second-level warrior, so it turns out to be the boss Versailles!"

Unlike the aborigines who had nowhere to run, the players had a more relaxed mentality. After all, they still had a way out.

But even so, the Survivor Battlefield, which is basically led by the players, obediently listened to the alliance's will and began to prepare for the magnetic storm crisis.

On the one hand, there is a strong person pressing down on the alliance, and on the other hand, the system pops up a task at this time.

[System: The rescue mission is on, the specific rules for determining points are as follows...]

At the Observatory, Lin Qingfeng looked at the system pop-up window and smiled slightly.