He looked around at the crowd, meeting the eyes of every person sitting there, his eyes calm.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I did propose this proposal, but I think the word integration is more appropriate than annexation."
Karl's hands on the table gradually gained strength, and his fingers turned white, but no one would notice this detail. Karl pursed his lips and continued:
"First of all, you, including me, all know very well what the world is like now. We humans are no longer the masters, but the zombies.
There are countless zombies, they exist everywhere, in cities, fields, roads... We just need to leave the wall, no one knows whether we will encounter zombies at the next corner, and no one knows how many we will encounter.
As for humans, the number of remaining humans is insignificant compared to the zombies. Before the disaster, Georgia had a permanent population of nine million, and the radiation range of Atlanta, the capital of Georgia where we are now, accounts for nearly five million.
But now, think about it, how many people have we met since the disaster? How many of us are there now?
If calculated proportionally, the area explored by Moore and his team is close to half of Atlanta's radiation range, and the population on the map now, even if we are included, is less than 10,000.
Of course, the time is still short, and there may be significant omissions in Moore and his team's exploration. It cannot be confirmed that there are no other living people in the explored area except these.
But now, even if the number of living people doubles, how many will it be? I'm afraid it will have to increase five or six times for the population to be one percent of the previous population, but where does the five or six times come from?"
"That's why we humans should unite instead of stirring up disputes," said Telsey.
Carl licked the corners of his dry mouth and smiled. "Yes, we should unite. This is exactly why I said these words. My goal is to unite the remaining humans, but this unity requires some means."
Telsey looked straight at Carl without any retreat, as if she was trying to see through Carl's heart with her eyes.
"You are provoking a war. There will be bloodshed, and people will die. Others will die, and our people will die too. Do you want to see people you know die around you one by one?"
"Tyrese, we can try to avoid it, but if sacrifice is unavoidable, I think it is necessary. As you said, there are not many humans left. We need to unite, but in the process, we must pay some price."
"Carl, I think perhaps we can change our approach and cooperate with them. This way, we can find allies without bloodshed and sacrifice." Maggie looked at Carl strangely, as if she didn't know Carl anymore.
"Maggie, all cooperation is for the sake of interests. Such cooperation is not solid. What we need is for them to join us, not any cooperation. We need population. We need more people."
Carl bit his lip and said in a louder voice, "As long as we have enough population and enough fighting power, we can launch a counterattack against the zombies and take back the world that belongs to us.
Let all of us live in a peaceful, stable and safe world again. We can take back our world from the zombies. It just requires some effort from us.
Before that, everything we have done, no matter the sacrifice or effort, I think is worth it.
If only we could take back our world!"
Carl shouted the last sentence, which made his breathing a little rapid. He breathed steadily and did not continue speaking.
Before this, most people's eyes were on Carl, but that was only because Carl was standing in that position. Now Daryl, who was fiddling with the crossbow, finally turned his attention to Carl.
Everyone else's eyes were on Carl, this thin young man.
The looks were different. Some were negative, some were questioning, some were shocked, some were amused, and most of them were unfamiliar.
"Ahem, haha..." Moore lit a cigarette and smiled, "This is a really ambitious ideal."
It's not sarcasm, maybe just some emotion.
Karl's eyes were calm. Facing everyone's gaze, he would feel some psychological pressure, but standing in this position, bearing the pressure was just the most basic thing.
"If according to your calculations, less than one percent of humans are left alive, and the rest are zombies, then how do you think we can take back our world from the zombies?" Michonne said calmly.
"Hey, are you afraid of those ghosts? It's enough for one person to kill a hundred of them. Uncle More must have killed hundreds of them by now." More smiled, shaking off the ashes of his cigarette with his hands on the table.
Michonne retorted without giving in, "Do you think everyone is like you? How many people are there in our prison? More than a hundred, but what about the combat effectiveness? Barely half, and among this half, how many Mauls are there?"
"Haha... I'll take it as a compliment." Moore smiled and didn't say anything else.
Michonne looked at Carl and continued, "And if you do what you think and start a war, how many people will die? How many bullets will be used? In the end, even if we can unify all the survivors, how many people will be left? How many weapons will be left? How can we deal with the zombies then?
Besides, if a war really breaks out between the survivor camps, the situation will become even more chaotic. I don't think our camp, which is neither big nor small, will be the final winner.
The more likely possibility is that the entire camp, everyone, everyone you care about and who cares about you, will be killed.
As for what you said about taking back the world that belongs to us, it is even more of a joke. At least you won't be able to see it.
Carl, maybe my words were a bit harsh, but I have to tell you and make you realize that you have lofty ideals and I admire them very much.
But believe me, if it is possible, no one would be unwilling, but we need to be more rational and make rational judgments, rather than killing everyone because of a momentary impulse. "
Carl pursed his lips, turned his eyes away from Michonne, looked at the others, and said slowly:
"Yes, what Michonne said is not all alarmist, but the situation is not as bad as Michonne thinks. The real key is.
Someone has to do the work of changing history, and now is a good opportunity. Many camps are in an unstable early stage. We have a chance and the timing is right.
Unlike Michonne, I think we will be the final winners, and the final attack on the zombies will be initiated by us.
Ladies and gentlemen, throughout human history, wars are very cruel. Many people die and there are many sacrifices.
But it is precisely because of war that it is driving the development of our human race. Whenever there is a major war, human civilization will inevitably develop at an accelerated pace.
How long has it been since the era of the technological explosion? What caused all this?
And now, we need wars, whether against zombies or humans, to push history forward and rewrite this already distorted history."
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