Apocalypse Cockroach

In the early morning, after breakfast, the busy camp became merely orderly, and the women walked outside the camp with their children in their cloth pockets to begin their day's work. These women were no longer as thin as they were when they showed up, and their footsteps were no longer empty, and they went out in groups with tools and laughed at each other.

Women dressed in simple clothes and without too much clothing, they could see a little red on their washed faces, their bodies stiffened by daily labor, some of the working women of the seventies and eighties, the children on their backs understood, hunger taught them to obey.

Most of these kids don't cry, their moms go to work, they stay on their moms' backs, they work, they sit on the farm monopoly and play with themselves, and when they eat, they find their moms, and they walk to the sanctuary in their hearts, the canteen.

As Huang Tingwei studied the children in two dials, some children recognized by Ding Luo followed him outside the camp to learn all kinds of basic work, a large portion of the rest, began to study every day, new notebooks and ballpoint pens were sent to them, everyone loved them very much, and every word written was meticulously correct.

At the time the stationery was issued, each notebook had 11 names on it, which briefly describes the victims who had died in order to obtain the stationery.

All these words were written by militias, who got up at dawn, took a pen and recorded the names of their fellow combatants on a notebook, and the camp was recognized by them, and for the first time they felt respected, and yesterday the fellows were executed, and they could vaguely speculate.

They knew it was one thing, they knew it was one thing, they knew it was the same thing, they knew it was the same thing, they knew it was enough that the monuments printed in their hearts were the most moving by writing the names of the notebooks in the morning, they knew that the camps had not forgotten those who had died in the war, and that the camps had made their next generation of heirs remember those names.

The militias stood neatly in the centre of the camp, with more than 200 militiamen automatically divided into two rounds, one of which was used yesterday to surround the zombies and one of which was used to dig pits by the lake with iron shovels.

Yesterday morning, all the militias looked almost the same, be it verbal deities or behavioral actions. By today, it's completely different. People are still those people, some are still civilians, others have been tested for life and death.

Fighter militias stood in the open space and looked at each other in a straight line, not moving their wrists as they had done before, turning their ears together, holding their chests up against their chins, silent.

Militias who did not fight could not imagine what their former companions had been through, they simply felt that those companions had changed, were no longer grouped together, and had become like those regular teammates, and that change had left them speechless, thinking that they were pretending to be B.

Soon, the master came, Zhang Huai 'an led, walked to the center's chair with two dark circles, sat on the chair, Huang Quan, Lu Xiaobu, and other battle captains, including several heavy fire captains, almost all but the team members on duty were present.

When a group arrived, they sat down and did not announce anything, what they were waiting for.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang arrived late, Huang Quan stood up and walked to the stage, looking down at the militia Gaohe;

“All of them, stand up!!! At ease..."

“Considered, some of the militias will be fired..."

Zhang Huai 'an said on the stage yesterday's decision, provoked a loud noise below. Those militias who fought in the war could not maintain their discipline. They talked to each other and conveyed what was between them. Almost all militias were excited, and having guns meant different identities.

“But guns don't just go off, they're conditional..."

Zhang Huai 'an said here, the buzz below was clear, everyone shut up and raised their ears.

“Yesterday's warriors, all present..."

Yellow Springs drinks high on the stage, not calling them militias, but directly warriors.

A rifle with a stab on it and a magazine in it was sent down to the militia, who took the gun and loved to let it go, playing for a while, and in the enviable eyes of others, carried it on their back and waited quietly for it to go down.

109 out of 119 people received rifles, and the remaining 10 people looked at the stage restlessly, including Liu Biao and Chi Yong. Liu Biao was still wondering, was he playing with big blades, playing too well, he didn't shoot him, just let him play his specialty?

“The following are yesterday's Liu Kung Fu personnel, Liu Biao, Chi Yong, XXX..."

Ten people were named to the stage, they were named only after standing meritorious, there was a lot of turmoil in their hearts, with some expectations, silent calculation whether this was a bonus or something.

“Our team has always followed clear rewards and punishments. Those who have done good deeds, those who have done so, and those who have fled have killed! These ten are the first militiamen to make kung fu, I hope not the last...”

Zhang Huai 'an talked about his sexuality, standing in front of the stage constantly doing his thought work, the militia below dared not move, honestly counting seconds, the ten people on the stage are a little desperate, have given up hope for reward, expect Zhang Huai 'an to be kind, put them down, Zhang Xiaoqiang on the stage and several captains are also bored, this Huai 'an from so much crap?

“cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't stand it, pretended to cough, Zhang Xiaoqiang gently coughed into Zhang Huaian's ear became thunder, Zhang Huaian's cold sweat on his forehead came down, forgot the shape, cockroach brother is still waiting.

“Having said that today, I hereby announce that the following persons have been promoted to the ranks of militia captains to assist them in managing their day-to-day affairs and now give them guns.

Ten oil-lit type 81 rifles were delivered to the front of the stage, and each of the ten men who had made the effort had one. These type 81 rifles were the loot for the convoy to destroy the black market. There were not many, about 350, and they could not be distributed equally. Plus, there were not many ammunition, which did not form a combat force, and they were tied up in a high court.

Ten people came down and just entered the team. Liu Biao couldn't help but get excited and whispered to Ji Yong: “What did I say? Killing him is just the first step. ”

Ji Yong did not answer, touching the rifle and burning his eyes.

Zhang Huai 'an announced the adjournment of the meeting, the militiamen separately dissolved, Zhang Xiaoqiang also rocked the wheelchair to go free and happy. Zhang Huai 'an remembered to find Lu Xiaobu for wine and turned around to discover that Lu Xiaobu had long gone.

Lu Xiaobu remembered one thing in his heart. Yesterday he made a batch of gold. He remembered his gold dog card in his heart. The meeting ended at Wang Le's processing plant.

Wang Le was making the final commissioning for the second paratrooper tank. When he saw Lu Xiaobu come in, he screamed.

“Captain Lu, thank you for the wine, I didn't say, if you want anything in the future, you must think of me if there are any good things like this, you better give it to me secretly, don't let Zhang... don't let that old thing see you. ”

Wang Le almost missed his mouth. Zhang Huai 'an's nominal identity is the captain of the motorcade. He can still call his name directly.

“No problem, but it's hard to find, it's also luck, the cellar where the wine was placed collapsed, we just happened to find it, I remember about you, whether it's good or bad, you're right. ”

Lu Xiaobu said beautiful words and Wang Le laughed.

“Director Wang, the gold you brought in yesterday, you see? ”

Lu Xiaobu said his purpose in hot iron.

“It's not a good thing that pure gold makes dog cards. Sweat stains corrode the gold and cause it to fade. You have to engrave people's names on it. It's impossible to reverse the mould with hundreds of characters. You can only use numbers and English letters instead. Why don't you clip the gold in the middle with thin steel plates outside and connect the three brands together? ”

Lu Xiaobu hesitated for a long time and nodded with his teeth. Being a dog card means something, commemorative significance is greater than actual meaning.

“How much? ”

For this kind of thing, Wang Le does whatever he wants and naturally doesn't care about quantity.

“I swear to God, I'll break my fingers! ”

Lu Xiaobu answered the unusually decisive question, Ben was that he broke the allegation that Li Ji was to be his brother, but the rest of the team together broke the oath, and this story will always be remembered by him.