Apocalypse Cockroach

Chi Yong came all night. Someone noticed that he wasn't asleep, but nobody cared about him, reminding him that in the end, everyone was responsible for their decisions.

Ji Yong looked at the darkest tent in the morning with his rifle, seemed to be waiting for the first ray of morning light to drive away the morning curtain, while also dissipating the gloom in his heart. Suddenly, a sound of footsteps stepped on the steel deck as a noise. He stopped beside him, he had not yet gone to see who it was. He sat next to him and turned around to see his captain, the motor.

“Still thinking about Liu Biao? What can you imagine, he was killed by you or by the deputy captain, do you really want to see him torn to pieces by those things? ”

Ji Yong looked over at the motor, twisted his body and slipped to the floor, pillowing on his backpack, looking at the iron plate above his head and said:

“Captain... you don't have to persuade me... I know... in that case, if it were me, I'd want a pain, a psychological distress... to eat in a pot with him a few hours ago...

He's a driver, he's a taxi driver, and if we didn't know each other before, he had a personal way of life, he couldn't get into my circle, and I couldn't get into his circle, but now, he's the closest thing I've ever known... my only family... ”

Said here, Ji Yong began to cry, holding his helmet, buried his head to cry, listened to Ji Yong's choking, the motor sighed, Ji Yong was too young, not even 23 years old, emotional instability is normal.

“I was a soldier with him. At that time, nobody knew anyone. They were all friends killed on the battlefield. He was born to die. He became my brother. I became his brother. Something good. Always thinking of me. In order to give me a few more bites, he fought a lot with others.

I'm an only child, no brothers and sisters, I don't know how other people's big brothers do it, but he is my own big brother, life exchange relationship can not be false, if only one can live, he will definitely grab death.

Woo... woo... I shot him... I killed my own brother... why wasn't I down there, why wasn't he on the boat, even with him dead... "

Motors heard here, frowns wrinkled, Ji Yong had a heart for death, the late human race was strong, fragile, nervous constantly tight, in order to survive, they were willing to fight to rob, once the inner heart encountered an unbearable blow, they would think of self-liberation, white wasted many people's chances of not survival, the last generation is a brutal knockout, unable to persist, can only wait to be eliminated.

“Bullshit. You want to die? Why don't you jump off the boat yourself? It's hard to live to this day. Was it for nothing? If your parents were alive, what would they think? What did you say when you met Liu Biao? What the hell is going on in your head? ”

Ji Yong stopped talking, holding his breath in his heart, holding the rifle dead, his index finger gently touched the knife face of the folding bayonet.

“Don't think about this in the future... you are no longer your own life, there will be ten lives waiting for you to take responsibility, if you go to war with the idea of dying, you will kill your team. ”

Motor said these words, Ji Yong hasn't turned around yet, he didn't understand, what team, what team leader he doesn't understand.

“Touch...” the motor punched Ji Yong's helmet, slammed Ji Yong to the ground, Ji Yong stared at the motor, trembling and asked: “Captain, what's my relationship? I'm not even a regular soldier? ”

“Chi Yong, the militia leader!!! ”

The motor stood up and drank loudly, shouting awakened the sleeping people beside them. They opened their eyes blindly, gauged around them, and then hit the focal length on the standing motor.

“to...”

As Ji Yong rose and stood up straight in front of the motor, a group of his comrades stood up.

“The eighth team of the militia is hereby appointed, the first team leader, Chi Yong, as the eighth team leader of the militia team. It is hoped that Captain Chi Yong will maintain discipline in future battles, fight ahead, then make merit awards, and be promoted to the first rank of sergeant to fill the official team...”

Chi Yong is stupid, his comrades around him are also stupid, the militia is not easy to turn, because Zhang Xiaoqiang's motorcade is a first-class sergeant, the sergeant is the lifelong career of the motorcade, in the future, there is no need to worry about all the birth and death, even if he is disabled, Zhang Xiaoqiang will still have him.

Militias are equivalent to recruits. After the formal team members die, the bodies are transported back to the camp, waiting to be loaded in a sealed coffin and transported back to the base of Guihua Mountain for military funeral. Militias, if there is time, their bodies will be buried. If there is no time, they will be lit by a fire, waiting for the end of the battle to be buried. In the end of life, the bodies themselves are food for mutant beasts and zombies.

In other words, Ji Yong silently became a person who could preserve the body. Although the late people didn't care much about these things, who didn't want to be buried in the scenery after death?

“This... this... this... is a mistake, right? ”

Chi Yong stuttered and said, his eyes were not on a serious motor, some slim, his hands kept rubbing · with his pants legs, didn't know where to put them.

“Captain Ikeyoshi... you deserve this. I hope you can take it one step further...”

The motor smiled and encouraged Ji Yong. He appreciated the young man in front of him. When he decided, he would never drag mud with him. Although he would regret it later, it was a hundred times better than hesitating to fight.

“So... what about you, Captain Horse? ”

Chi Yong can't imagine what he should do as a former militia captain motor.

“You are still my soldier, my new position is the 4th Militia Squadron Commander, you are still my subordinate, now I am almost a squad leader among the regular team members, haha... you played well, I also command well. ”

Originally depressed to be a militia captain, the motor did not expect him to become a second-degree soldier by directing the militia's achievements. He now has three militia units, one unit, number 30, which means that he commands a force of almost the size of a large unit. He may not be a third-degree soldier, a lieutenant officer.

In the blink of an eye, their companions became full teammates. Although Ikeyong had been awarded the position of militia leader in recognition of the General Assembly before, at that time, the guns used were different. There was no difference between Type 63 and Type 81 rifles, identities were the same, welfare was the same, the only difference was that the team leader had to worry about something trivial, and they enjoyed themselves.

Chi Yong was also stuck. He killed Big Brother himself, but obtained the position and identity that his brother had dreamed of receiving before. This made her feel somewhat unacceptable. It felt like it was stolen from Liu Biao.

Motor saw that Ji Yong's face was gloomy and uncertain. He thought he was still sad for Liu Biao. He took a step forward and patted Ji Yong's shoulder, saying:

“The deputy captain ordered that Liu Biao be recognized as a regular team member. Everyone saw Liu Biao's achievements last night. You don't have to be sad. I think he would be pleased if Liu Biao knew that he had died as a regular team member. ”

“But... but Big Brother has burned to ashes..."

Ji Yong stared at the bow of the boat. It seemed that he was standing there smiling at him, and his heart ached.

“Nothing... if one day I die fighting like him, let's be cremated, when we win, you can get his ashes back, transport them back to camp, let Director Wang make the best coffin, transport them back to the most beautiful Osmanthus Mountains, we'll shoot them off...”

In an instant, Ji Yong became a person. The previous impotence, frustration, and self-reproach and grief all disappeared. He straightened his back and lit up his chest. His eyes stared into the eyes of the motor. He lowered his head in various places. He was going to fight to find his brother's ashes.