No!
They didn't!
They got carried away and saw that they were about to succeed.
They laughed and jumped there happily. Didn't they have time to look at their feet?
When the corpse that was wearing the same uniform was placed in front of them, they thought of themselves from the corpse. Naturally, their morale was reduced in silence. Such soldiers, Zhang Xiao Qiang did not dare to bring them out to battle. If things went awry, they would either be killed while trying to escape, or die in a panic.
Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but get angry. He stood up and kicked the chair under him. Zhang Xiaoqiang was angry. The women looked at Huang Quan in surprise. They didn't know what Huang Quan said to make Zhang Xiaoqiang so angry. Even Yang Ke-er no longer cared about her grilled prawn feet and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang worriedly.
Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded and went down the deck to the first floor. As soon as he went down to the first floor, the air seemed to become stuffy. The militiamen stood on the deck in silence, which was completely different from the liveliness on the second floor.
After that, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to another militiaman, stared into his eyes, and shouted loudly, "You tell me, does he deserve to die?"
"You have guns on your backs … With guns, you can kill the enemy and protect yourself. But last night, did you really do it?
A guy threw away his rifle and ran away, and was shot. Doesn't he deserve to die? "
Zhang Xiaoqiang's face suddenly changed, and his expression suddenly became kind. With a slight smile, he nodded to the militiaman who was tense, patted him on the shoulder and turned around.
There was a corpse in the center of the deck, wearing a militiaman's uniform. The corpse was lying straight on the ground, and one of his right feet was missing. The place where the shoe used to be was covered with thick bandages. The khaki militia uniform was completely soaked with blood. The wound was on the neck, and a gap cut off the entire carotid artery. The gurgling blood had not yet flowed out and was still slowly oozing out, forming a pool of blood on the deck under the body.
Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed a few times and suppressed his anger. He took a few deep breaths and showed an ugly smile to the concerned women. He said softly, "It's okay … It's okay … It's the militiamen below who had a little problem. You continue to eat, I'll go down and have a look …"
Zhang Xiaoqiang's expression was fierce, and with a strong aura, the militiaman was at a loss. He replied with a trembling voice, "Gun …" After saying that, his body couldn't help but fall down, and he wanted to sit on the ground.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and his fierce pupils were bloodshot. He stared so hard that the militiaman's heart trembled, and he almost couldn't hold back the urge to pee. Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted loudly, and the splashed saliva sprayed on his face, but he didn't dare to move at all. He just desperately straightened his body and listened to Zhang Xiaoqiang's roar with full concentration. After Zhang Xiaoqiang asked this question, he immediately shouted loudly, "Damn it … If he doesn't die, everyone will die. Those who run away will be killed!"
Huang Quan walked over with a gloomy face, and whispered a few words in Zhang Xiaoqiang's ear. After Zhang Xiaoqiang heard it, his slightly relaxed eyebrows tightened again.
"Your life is not your own, it's everyone's. Every move you make will implicate others, so you have to have brains. Do you understand? You have to have brains. Yesterday, two people died in battle. Remember, I said died in battle. Do they have brains?
"Dang …" Zhang Xiaoqiang slapped his helmet, and this cowardly guy was slapped away. His head hit the crowd, and Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded, "Useless thing."
At this time, the second deck was also quiet, and the militiamen stood on it, looking down through the gap.
Looking at that young and immature face, Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly closed his eyes, and after three to five seconds, he suddenly opened them. He glanced at the standing militiamen, and everyone who came into contact with his eyes couldn't help but lower their heads, as if they were submitting.
But what's the point of saying all this?
He died, he died because of bravery. He rushed into the hundreds of mutated prawns and held on for a long time, but what's the point?
He didn't achieve any real results, and he didn't contribute anything to the retreat. The only contribution he made was that he saved a comrade, and the comrade he saved died in front of you. "
Zhang Xiaoqiang ate very happily. The burns on his body had already formed a layer of hard shell, which was carefully torn off by Shanghai Qiaoyun. The new skin was tender and red, and it was much more tender than the old skin on his face. More than ten kilograms of prawn meat continuously disappeared into his stomach and turned into energy. When the fresh taste of the prawn was detected by his tongue, he knew that the food he needed to replenish was almost finished. After swallowing the prawn meat in his mouth, he didn't continue eating. He looked at the big pincer and Yang Ke-er, and as a glutton, he was as anxious as Yang Ke-er. He silently waited for the big pincer to crack, so that he could taste the tender meat inside.
"Why is there no one around him to take care of him?
Where did the person who took care of him go?
This is a dereliction of duty, a crime, a major crime of leaving his post without permission! "
He really didn't have time, because he forgot that he was on a battlefield of life and death. He was celebrating in an amusement park, so he died. A very good soldier, a warrior who had the courage to fight hand-to-hand, died just like that.
"When you become a soldier … your life doesn't belong to you, and you can die at any time. I believe you all know that … Four people died yesterday, one was an official member, and I won't mention it, but the other three were militia like you all. Don't think that militia is not a soldier!"
"Since the beginning of the night, there have been people looking after him. His performance was still considered stable, and he didn't shout or scream. When I went to visit him, I also told him to find a wife for him, and let him become a technician, learn a trade, and rely on it to make a living. We will supply him and his wife with food until he dies of natural causes.
He also agreed, and told us not to worry, but we didn't expect … You can't blame the person who took care of him. That person has been very dedicated, and didn't sleep the whole night to take care of him. Just now, when it was time to eat, he went to get some food for him, and it only took a few minutes, but when he returned, he … "
Therefore, Zhang Xiaoqiang and the others shouted loudly, trying to inspire their courage. After shouting out the above words, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a step forward and stood in front of a militia. He pulled the rifle hanging on his shoulder and shouted, "What is this?
Tell me … What is this? "
This militia was the unlucky one from yesterday. When he boarded the boat, his right leg was crushed by a Mutated Shrimp. His life was saved by Liu Biao, but unfortunately, he cut his artery with a bayonet while the person taking care of him was getting food.
There is another person called Liu Biao. Most of you know him, he is the best among you. Remember, he is the best among the few hundred of you. He was one of the first batch of meritorious personnel, and he was also one of the first batch of militia leaders. If he didn't die, he would be the militia leader standing here.
As Zhang Xiaoqiang spoke, the militia listened attentively. They were used to seeing death in the post-apocalyptic world. It didn't matter if it was someone unrelated to them, or if it was a militia like them. As long as they didn't see the corpse, they could continue to be ostriches, hiding their heads in their helmets and continuing to live happily.
After speaking, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around and left. Huang Quan followed closely behind him. Although the three women were worried, they didn't follow. Zhang Xiaoqiang's words were very clear. He wanted them to continue eating, which meant that he didn't want them to follow him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around and walked three steps, then suddenly turned around again. He looked at everyone and said: