"Haha!
Seeing me in such a sorry state, you must feel good. You are such a person. Do you think I don't know what you are thinking … "
"From now on, you will be relieved of all your duties and will no longer enjoy any privileges. You will be quarantined and report to the logistics department when you return to the base …"
Huang Tingwei said those words to Shen Xue expressionlessly.
Shen Xue was stunned for two seconds before revealing a mocking sneer:
"Because what I said is different from what you said?
Are you taking revenge on me?
Or are you trying to say that my current status is not good enough for you?
Huang Tingwei, let me tell you, I don't care. It's over between us, forever over! "
Shen Xue shouted at Huang Tingwei. She was in a bad mood, her body was emitting a strong stench, her hair was disheveled, and her face was smeared with dirt. Seeing the stains on her palms, Shen Xue felt disgusted. Towards her nominal boyfriend, she hated him to the extreme.
Huang Tingwei was still expressionless. When Shen Xue stopped scolding him, he slowly said:
"Do you want to continue staying down there, or do you want to find another place to stay?"
After saying that, he did not say anything else and waited for Shen Xue's decision. Shen Xue thought about the filth and stench down there, and the endless darkness. Goosebumps appeared all over her body. She quickly approached Huang Tingwei and reached out to grab his arm out of habit.
Halfway through her arm, Huang Tingwei took a step forward and walked towards the most remote house in the camp. Shen Xue's face was gloomy, she did not think that she would be rejected so mercilessly …
Since Zhang Xiaoqiang had made a decision, he would not allow anyone to object. Facing the unknown danger, Zhang Xiaoqiang was willing to control everything in his hands. Thus, he ordered for Shen Xue to be isolated and ordered his subordinates to get busy.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was prepared to betray the hundred thousand people of the colony. Once this decision was made, everyone's heart was heavy. Zhang Xiaoqiang even mocked himself in front of his subordinates for being a despicable person. In order to take over the colony, he had to constantly give them benefits, but once he decided to betray them, it was a complete betrayal.
The people below were all silent. They all knew one thing, no matter who it was, as long as they could lead their followers to survive, then they would be a true man. No matter how vile, cruel, or shameless the process was, in the post-apocalyptic world, the first thing to do was to survive.
Everyone was busy, and the whole camp was in an uproar. Almost all the industries in the camp market area were given away for free, just to be handed over earlier. All kinds of daily necessities were suddenly reduced in price, and they were half-sold and half-given away. While the people in the gathering area were surprised, they also bought them happily.
A huge recruitment sign was also erected. This time, the camp was recruiting an unprecedented three thousand people. Among them, a thousand were the able-bodied men. They were to be recruited as militia. In just half a day, the recruitment of a thousand militia was completed. Among them, 500 were equipped with rifles and became infantry, while the remaining 500 were to learn how to operate anti-aircraft machine guns and mortars. The only 76.2mm cannon team was expanded to become an artillery team. Hundreds of people revolved around the cannons every day. The artillery team leader was the previous 60mm mortar team leader, Ding Jianwei.
Ding Jianwei was one of the first team members to follow Zhang Xiaoqiang. He was also the first person to slash at Vulture in the granary, and the first person to follow Zhang Xiaoqiang to charge at the chicken farm.
This person could be considered one of the founding members of Zhang Xiaoqiang's family, but Zhang Xiaoqiang did not like him because he had killed his former leader. Of course, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not mistreat him. Ever since the mortars were taken out from the secret armory, the three mortars were automatically formed into a mortar team, and he became the team leader.
All this while, Zhang Xiaoqiang had forgotten about this person. Later, Huang Quan brought a few 82-mm mortars, and the mortar team expanded. He was still the team leader, and the mortars were still the name of the team. After him, Huang Quan and Lu Xiaobu, who joined the base, were both promoted to platoon leaders.
That was until more 82-mm mortars and 120-mm mortars joined his battle formation. In the end, he was transferred to the cannon team and led the cannon team as a team leader. His deputy, the original team leader, became the deputy platoon leader of the mortar team and climbed directly above him.
It was impossible to say that there was no resentment, but Ding Jianwei believed that he had gone through life and death with Zhang Xiaoqiang. This was only because Zhang Xiaoqiang had overlooked it. As long as he achieved results that could not be ignored by Zhang Xiaoqiang, he would definitely be promoted. Therefore, every day, he brought his ten subordinates who had never touched a cannon before to tinker with the cannon.
After arguing with Wang Le countless times, he finally gave up on the idea of relying on Wang Le. He brought his men to calibrate the cannon himself, reducing the error of the three practice rounds from 100 meters to 15 meters. He did something that Wang Le could not do. He thought that he would continue to be ignored, but today, he suddenly received an order. He was quietly promoted to platoon leader, and his military rank was also raised from Sergeant Two to Second Lieutenant. He was officially part of the highest group of people. Then, 90 burly men became his subordinates. It was like falling into a dream.
Ding Jianwei did not know what had happened. Later, he found out that he was not the only one. His former deputy had also been promoted to temporary platoon leader. The mortar company of more than a hundred people had doubled in size. Basically, there were two teams of one mortar.
In a short period of time, Zhang Xiaoqiang's military system was in a mess. Previously, when their military strength had increased by 800, the camp was still suffering from indigestion. Suddenly, it increased by another 1000, causing Zhang Xiaoqiang to have a shortage of officers. Without a choice, he removed the original 50 retired policemen from the battle formation and formed a training squadron. He also split the small team that Three had sent to scout ahead into two. The small team leader was promoted to platoon leader, and he brought 5 members to join the training squadron to be responsible for the training of the new recruits. His deputy was promoted to small team leader, and he brought 10 militia to join the training squadron. He first drove a small boat to meet up with Three, and ordered them to search for boats to meet up with the camp.
Other than the 1000 men, Zhang Xiaoqiang also recruited 1000 young women and 1000 15-16 year old boys and girls. These people could be considered as the lucky ones that Zhang Xiaoqiang had preserved as a seed.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was prepared to let Three gather more barges along the river. When the time comes, they would be able to transport more people, and preserve some of the strength of humanity.
There was a huge commotion in the camp, and many people were sent over to investigate, but they were all calmly dismissed by Zhang Huai An. At the same time, he frantically sent out elite search teams to check on the situation of the zombies ….
Without the huge boulder that was constantly hanging over their heads, the women's camp seemed to be much more at ease. The camp's gate was no longer tightly shut, and there were 2 tanned female soldiers standing at the entrance. In front of them, there were no longer any messy prying eyes.
A pair of dusty military shoes suddenly stepped out from the corner of the street. Standing slightly, he raised his right leg and wanted to step out. Halfway through, he hesitated for a moment, and then stood still.
The owner of the military shoes attracted the attention of the female soldiers. They looked at the person, it was a young and handsome, extremely masculine soldier. He wore a well-ironed military uniform, with two gun holsters hanging on his waist. One was a black type 92 pistol holster, and the other was a brown red leather holster. The metal handle of the gun reflected light under the sun.