I'm a zombie, what's the point of awakening the yellow-haired system?

“Wait for me,” she said to herself, “Wait until I really become a good leader.”

Under the moonlight, Misha's eyes were firm and gentle.

The next morning, Misha called a meeting with the team members.

Chapter 722 Hate Marriage

In the early morning light, a huge convoy appeared outside the camp gate.

There were magnificent carriages, guards in gorgeous costumes, and a convoy stretching for kilometers. There were hundreds of vehicles transporting dowries alone.

"Report!" The guard came running over, "His Majesty the King of the Western Federation has sent the Princess to marry!"

Zhang Chen stood on the high platform, looking at the carriage inlaid with gold and jade. The curtain was lifted, revealing a delicate face - the blonde and blue-eyed Princess Annabelle.

"We brought one hundred tons of food, two hundred boxes of medical supplies, fifty boxes of ammunition..." the secretary read out the list.

Zhang Chen sneered: "Retreat."

"What?" The secretary was so shocked that he almost fell down.

"I said, quit."

"Sir!" Advisor Li Yuan knelt down, "This is an opportunity for the Western Federation to show goodwill!"

"Yes!" The logistics manager also knelt down, "Our camp is short of supplies..."

"Commander Zhang!" the quartermaster said in a trembling voice, "Princess Annabelle is the most beautiful woman in the Federation, and she is also the most powerful light-type mutant!"

In the hall, more than a dozen senior executives all knelt on the ground.

"My lord, think twice!"

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

“Federal support is so important to us!”

Zhang Chen stood up and looked down at them: "Do you think that I, Zhang Chen, need to rely on marriage to obtain resources?"

"But..."

"Tell them," Zhang Chen turned around, "We can talk about cooperation, but don't use such despicable means."

"Commander Zhang!" someone said anxiously, "This is a humiliation to the Federation!"

"Humiliation?" Zhang Chen sneered, "Sending a princess to bribe me, this is the real humiliation!"

"you..."

"My camp relies on strength to survive," Zhang Chen said word by word, "there is no need to use romance to exchange for resources."

"But the Federation..."

"Let them go," Zhang Chen said with a fierce look in his eyes, "otherwise, let them see what real strength is!"

Before he finished speaking, a loud thunder exploded.

Everyone then remembered that the man in front of them was a legendary figure who started from scratch and built the strongest camp in the apocalypse.

How could his strength be measured by a mere marriage?

"Pass the order down," Zhang Chen said, "Give them one hour, if they don't leave..."

He didn't finish, but everyone shuddered.

This is Zhang Chen, who would rather offend his allies than bow his head.

An hour later, the convoy left in disgrace.

As the sun sets, the luxurious carriage stops alone in the corner of the camp.

Inside the car, Princess Annabelle's tears slid down her delicate face. She had skin like a porcelain doll, emerald green eyes, and long golden hair cascading like a waterfall. Even when she was crying, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.

"Your Highness," Aman clenched his fists, "Don't cry for that arrogant man! We're leaving now!"

Aman is a red-haired girl with a fiery temper, and at the moment she is shaking with righteous anger.

"No," Annabell wiped away her tears, "We stay."

"What?" A'man's eyes widened. "He humiliated you like this!"

Annabell looked out the window at the mountains of dowry: food, medicine, weapons... every one of them was saved by the federal citizens through their frugality.

"His Majesty is already seventy years old," she said softly, "People in the Federation starve to death every day, and some are infected by zombies..."

"But..."

"I must stay," Annabell said firmly, "Only a strong man like Zhang Chen can protect my kingdom?"

"Your Highness!" Aman knelt down, "You are a noble princess, how can you..."

"In the end times," Annabelle smiled bitterly, "what's the use of being a princess?"

She lifted the curtain and looked at the camp in the distance. It was brightly lit and well-organized, like the last hope of mankind.

"I know why Commander Zhang didn't want to marry," she said. "He felt it was charity and a humiliation."

"That bastard!"

"No," Annabell shook her head, "He has his pride. But I also have my persistence."

She stood up, took off her luxurious gown and put on a simple white dress.

"Your Highness..."

"From today on," she said, "I am no longer a princess, but just an ordinary light-type psychic."

"But..."

"Aman," Annabelle held the maid's hand, "You can go back, but I want to stay. Not for the marriage, but for the hope of survival. With this marriage, those small camps that are eyeing our kingdom will not dare to easily invade it."

As night fell, the camp's searchlights swept around the corners.

Annabell stood in the moonlight, her blonde hair blowing in the wind.

"Report to the commander!" The guard came running over, "The federal guards... have all withdrawn!"

Zhang Chen frowned: "All retreated?"

"Yes," the guard gasped, "only the princess and a red-haired maid remain."

Zhang Chen sneered: "What a federation, it can even abandon its own princess."

The secretary whispered, "How about...letting them in?"

"No need," Zhang Chen turned around, "I have enough women."

Indeed, there were countless women pursuing him in the camp. Beautiful, powerful, smart... Which one was not better than this princess who got to the top through marriage?

"But..."

"I hate this kind of forced marriage the most," Zhang Chen said, "and I hate this kind of hypocritical show of goodwill even more."

As night falls, the shrill roars of zombies can be heard.

"Commander!" the lookout said hastily, "There are a large number of zombies gathering outside!"

Zhang Chen picked up the telescope.

Under the moonlight, hundreds of zombies surrounded the luxurious carriage. A red-haired girl was wielding a flaming sword, desperately protecting the carriage.

"Get out of the way!" the girl roared, "I will fight anyone who dares to hurt Your Highness!"

The fire lit up half the sky red.

But the zombies gathered more and more.

"Commander..." The guards looked at Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen was silent for a moment: "Open the door."

"what?"

"Bring them in," he said, "and arrange a small courtyard for them in the west district."

"But you said..."

"I do hate marriage alliances," Zhang Chen interrupted, "but I'm not a cold-blooded person."

The door slowly opened.

"Come in," Zhang Chen's voice came out, "When we find an opportunity, we will send you back to the Federation."

The carriage drove into the camp.

The small courtyard in Xicheng District is located under a grove of sycamore trees, and a copper ring is hung on the vermilion gate.

"This is where you live," a female guard said solemnly, "Xicheng District is divided into three ring roads, inner and outer ring roads. This is the middle ring road. You cannot move around freely without a pass."

Annabell looked around the courtyard curiously.

"Remember," the female guard continued, "the East District is a military stronghold, the South District is a material warehouse, and the North District is a training ground. You are not allowed to approach any of them. Violators will be severely punished!"

Aman snorted disdainfully.

"Someone will deliver food and daily necessities every day," the female guard said, turning away, "Behave yourself!"

After everyone left, Annabell couldn't wait to push open the gate.

Chapter 723: Your Highness the Princess?

What you see before you is a typical Chinese courtyard: in the middle is a three-story main house with carvings, with side rooms on each side, and a small garden in the center of the courtyard.

"Is this the oriental architecture?" she exclaimed.

There is an old plum tree in the garden, with a stone table and stone benches under the tree.

There is also a small fish pond in the corner, with a few koi swimming leisurely.

The main house has a carved wooden door, which opens into a spacious living room with bedrooms on both sides.

The furnishings in the house are simple but exquisite: mahogany furniture, blue and white porcelain, and ink paintings on the walls.

"Your Highness," Aman said dissatisfiedly, "Such a simple place is not worthy of your status!"

But Annabelle has fallen in love with this place.

She walked to the east wing, which was the kitchen and dining room. The west wing was the study and tea room, with a guqin hanging on the wall.

There is also a small garden behind the yard, with various flowers and plants planted, and an old well in the corner.

“It’s so beautiful here,” she whispered. “It’s like another world.”

As the sun sets, the afterglow shines through the carved window lattices, casting mottled shadows of flowers on the ground.

Annabell sat on the stone bench, looking at the koi in the pond, and for the first time she felt calm.

In the palace of the Federation, she lived in a magnificent palace, but she had never felt such peace.

"Your Highness," Aman brought hot tea, "Are you really determined to stay here?"

"Yeah," Annabelle smiled, "I like it here."

The fragrance of plum blossoms fills the yard, and the moonlight pours down like water.

a few days later.

"This is today's ration." The maid put down two worn lunch boxes.

Annabell opened it and saw only a few slices of dry and hard steamed buns and pickles.

"Why has it decreased again?" A'man asked angrily.

"Where do you think this is?" The maid sneered, "Everyone in the camp has to exchange work points for food!"

"We brought so many supplies!" Aman clenched his fists.

"Those are the sincerity of the Federation," the maid raised her chin, "not your personal property. Want to eat good food? Go to the construction site to work tomorrow, five work points a day."

"You!" A'man stepped forward and was about to attack.

"Aman!" Annabell stopped her.

"Your Highness," Aman trembled with anger, "Look at what we brought!"