Doomsday Sanctuary

"We are lucky. We have come here. We have a place to live, a place where we can live, a place where we can have dignity and hope. This is mine and everyone’s. It is our common home!"

Di Ping's voice rose again, and his voice was violent, like a big river, the waves rolled, like the sky, clouds and thunder.

The hearts of all the people who sounded shook wildly, as if there was a strange rhythm that made everyone follow his rhythm, and everyone's thinking began to follow his voice.

"We can live a safe and happy life here, we can eat and wear warmly here, and we can enjoy a new happy life here..."

Following Di Ping's words, scenes of happy life began to appear in everyone's minds, where they could sleep peacefully, eat their stomachs, and live happily with their families.

Suddenly Di Ping's voice changed, and his voice was raised again, his voice full of anger:

"But! Someone wants to destroy our hard-earned peace, you can't agree!"

"No!"

The three thousand people were taken aback for a moment, but then burst out an unprecedented roar.

"Someone wants to destroy our home and let us live in an unfixed place again. Can you agree?"

Di Ping shouted again.

"No!"

Three thousand people erupted in a neat roar, the roar was like a raging sea, rolling up a thousand waves, and even the dark clouds in the sky were swept away.

There was madness on everyone's face, as if they saw that they were once again displaced, hungry and cold, living like a rat with fear and fear, and they were suddenly angry, each with a hideous face and heartbreaking roar.

"It's them, oppressing you, snatching your property, bullying your wives and daughters, some of them even sell the base, join the enemy to attack the base, and ruin our hard-won life, what do you say?"

Di Ping suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at more than 30 people who were kneeling on the ground, and shouted sharply.

"Kill them!"

Everyone fell into a state of mass fanaticism, screaming wildly, if it were not for the blocking of the hundreds of combat members in front, these would definitely rush to kill these people in the first place.

Three or four people were kneeling on the ground, looking at the masses who seemed to be eating their flesh and blood in front of them, they were trembling in shock, and some of them were incontinent.

"Kill them..."

People roared one after another, their voices became more and more frantic, and they were surging. The hundreds of combat team members were affected by the emotions of these groups and gradually joined the roar.

Not to mention them, it was Han Zhongguo, Lu Guoliang, Cheng Chao who stood behind Di Ping, and there was enthusiasm in the eyes of those who looked at Di Ping.

Especially Liu Bingyu, Yu Shujie, Ning Nan, Yun Mengsi, the red tide surging on their faces, the eyes looking at Di Ping were hot.

"All right!"

Di Ping gave a soft drink, and the sound was not loud, but it was like a spring thunder, awakening the crazy crowd, everyone stopped yelling, and looked at Di Ping quietly, as if being held together by the collective, even the expression on his face Nothing has changed.

At this moment, Han Zhongguo's eyes were horrified. This sudden change in painting style, without any buffer in the middle, suddenly stopped, like time suddenly stopped, or the high-speed train stopped instantly, an extremely abrupt uncomfortable feeling for everyone The uncomfortable is about to vomit blood.

This is what kind of terrifying influence can achieve such an instant grasp of emotions, this is God.

They know that from this moment, no one can shake Di Ping's position, no one can shake the foundation of the base.