Bao Lingmin, who had returned to the group of death row prisoners, finally managed to sort out his thoughts with great difficulty. He immediately understood one thing. He had profited greatly this time. The identity of the regiment commander that was given to him was not just for show. It was real power. In other words, he was not just a mascot, but a real official.
"Zuo Tie, I now appoint you as the Supervising Company Commander. Go and tell the Jia Deli brothers that whoever was the most ferocious and killed the most enemies today will be the Supervising Company Commander. They will be a regular army that specializes in supervising the death-seeking group …"
Bao Lingmin, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly jumped up and gave the order to the startled Zuo Tie. Zuo Tie had yet to react and asked doubtfully, "Big Brother, I'm still a death row prisoner. How can I be the Company Commander? If I'm the Company Commander, what are you going to do?"
"Slap …"
Bao Lingmin slapped Zuo Tie's head. As he hugged his head and cried out in pain, Bao Lingmin said in high spirits,
"Don't call me Big Brother in the future. Call me Regiment Commander. I've said it before, any brother that follows me will become a regular army. Now, you're not a death row prisoner, you're a regular army Company Commander …"
With the establishment of the Supervising Company Commander, the death row prisoners below were in an uproar. They were shocked to see their comrades change into brand new combat uniforms, wear helmets, put on belts, and carry rifles on their backs. Bao Lingmin had become their managers. Their hearts were filled with jealousy, especially Bao Lingmin's former subordinates. They regretted so much that their intestines turned green.
The death-seeking group was also reorganized under Bao Lingmin's command. Over seven hundred logisticians who had participated in the rebellion, regardless of whether they had ever held a gun or not, were all assigned to the death-seeking group and became new death row prisoners. These people naturally did not fare well in the hands of the old members. All sorts of strange punishments were used on these people, making them suffer unspeakably.
They knew what kind of place the Death-Seeking Society was. As death row prisoners, they didn't need to do manual labor, but they needed to risk their lives. In the past, the Death-Seeking Society had suffered the most casualties. Here, if they wanted to be pardoned, they would have to risk their lives. If they had known this earlier, they wouldn't have been so hot-headed as to be bewitched by others to stop this sea of corpses war.
There were originally 1,100 people in the Death Seekers Group. With the addition of more than 700 people, they recovered to more than 1,900 people. There were still more than 200 people who were injured and recovering. If these people recovered, the size of the Death Seekers Group would break through to more than 2,300 people. It would be considered the largest group.
Right after the supervision company of one hundred and twenty people was formed, Zhao Jun issued a combat mission.
"Alxa is right in front of us. Keep your spirits up. I don't need to teach you what to do, but whoever breaks the military rules will be fed to the zombies. You can imagine the feeling of being slowly eaten by the zombies …"
On a hill ten kilometers away from Alxa, Jin Xing was leading 500 cavalrymen, pointing to the distant county town and explaining the rules to his subordinates. He knew what kind of conduct these people had in the past. Once they rushed into the civilian area, they would rape, kill, and rob. In other places, Jin Xing might not pay too much attention, but in Zhang Xiaoqiang's lair, this was absolutely not allowed. He didn't want to be skinned alive by Zhang Xiaoqiang.
The cavalrymen's original excitement had dissipated completely, and their faces were pale. The scene of Tie Zhongyuan feeding the deserters to the zombies had been recorded. In order to build up his prestige, Jin Xing had organized the Blood Wolf Group to learn more than once, letting them know the consequences of disobeying orders. Therefore, feeding the zombies wasn't just for show.
"Alright, as long as you're obedient, once the battle is over, everyone will be rewarded. Fine wine, tobacco, colorful clothes, gold, these will be enough for you to find women. Now, all of you, listen up …"
Jin Xing knew what these soldiers needed. They wanted liquor and women. Although there were no brothels in Zhang Xiaoqiang's force, there were still many women willing to sell themselves for these things. For this, the people above turned a blind eye. After all, these things were not eliminated under the previous autocratic system, so they couldn't deny it.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
This time all the cavalrymen were excited. Although they also looked down on this commander, Jin Xing could do his best to guarantee their supplies, so they still believed that Jin Xing could fulfill his promise.
Jin Xing looked at the excited soldiers with satisfaction. He raised his right fist and swung it down. The earth trembled, and two thousand horse legs crushed countless grass stems.
As they approached the intersection of the city, Jin Xing, who was in the front, controlled the horse's head and fell behind the team. The soldiers in the front did not slow down. They all flashed their steel knives and fiercely hit the obstacles on the street.
Scattered gunshots came from behind the obstacles, and three to five soldiers fell off the monument amidst the whistling sound of bullets. They were trampled into meat paste by the iron hooves behind them, and blood splattered everywhere. More than ten warhorses at the front leaped up at the same time and crossed over the connecting obstacles. Blades flashed, and the heads of the terrified armed men hiding behind the obstacles flew up one by one.
When the sturdy front paws of more than ten mutated horses stepped onto the concrete road, behind them, more than ten headless corpses were spurting blood from their necks. In just one round, the armed personnel guarding the street entrance were eliminated. The next moment, more horses rushed through the blood fog and landed on the street with red spots all over their bodies.
The dozen or so cavalrymen did not stop. Instead, they continued to rush forward along the street. The street that used to be crowded with people was now empty. Everyone was hiding in their houses, watching the group of cavalrymen that did not belong to the cavalry regiment galloping on the street. Every door was blocked by heavy objects, and every window was filled with frightened eyes.
The cavalry battalion that rushed into the city spread out along the streets and alleys like a flood. There were large groups of dozens of people, and small groups of dozens of people. The entire battalion was divided into squads and units, and they rushed along the road to their predetermined targets.
The streets were not completely devoid of people. Occasionally, there would be patrols formed by groups of ten armed men. However, the horses were too fast, and they were broken through too suddenly. When the ferocious-looking cavalrymen with steel blades charged in front of them and chopped off their heads, they still did not understand why these cavalrymen would appear here.
Although Alxa had begun to operate, there was no electricity except for a few large factories. Similarly, telecommunications were useless, and the rebels could not get any news. Those who went back to report on the streets were killed by the cavalry behind them. When Jin Xing led an entire company of cavalrymen into the office building in the center of the city, the people inside still had not reacted.
Teams of cavalrymen with rifles and sabers searched the entire office building. From time to time, screaming men and women were dragged out. Jin Xing sat upright, holding the saber that had never seen blood. The scabbard inlaid with gold and jewels and the hilt with a thin platinum chain were slowly spinning in Jin Xing's hand. Ten meters away from the scabbard, more than forty men and women were kneeling in a panic.
The tall and strong Xiang Fei knelt at the front with his bald head lowered. His face was ashen, as if all the bones in his body had been sucked out. Behind Xiang Fei was Zhan Cheng, the former official from the Bureau of Agriculture and Forestry that Zhang Xiaoqiang had introduced, and some other people who had followed Xiang Fei since the market.
Although Jin Xing looked calm, his heart was in turmoil. They had relied on a surprise attack to catch Xiang Fei and the others in one fell swoop, but all the vital points were the responsibility of the officers below. Who knew if they could complete the mission honestly?
Furthermore, the thing that troubled him the most was that Zhou Jie and Bayan were not around. He did not know if they were dead or alive. He did not care much about Zhou Jie and Bayan, but the production of the factories could not be stopped, especially the ammunition reassembly factory. During their surprise attack, they risked slowing down. Every cavalryman had brought a sack full of empty cartridges. Wasn't it just for three days of production?
If they could not produce in three days, he would not get a single bullet. If they still could not produce by the fourth day, he would have to find a day's supply of ammunition for Zhao Jun.
In addition to production, there was also the supply of other materials, the distribution of rations for civilians, transportation, and other miscellaneous things. Just thinking about it gave him a headache.