Volume 2 Chapter 772 Morale

Chapter 772 Morale

Zhang Xiaoqiang ate very heartily. The burns on his body had already formed a hard shell, which was carefully torn off by Shangguan Qiaoyun. The new skin was tender and tender, but it was more delicate than the old skin on his face, weighing more than ten kilograms. The endless supply of shrimp meat disappeared in his stomach and turned into energy. After the umami taste of the shrimp was detected by his tongue, he knew that the food he needed was almost enough. After swallowing the shrimp meat in his mouth, there was no need Continue to eat, watching the big claw and Yang Keer wait together, as a glutton, he is as anxious as Yang Keer, silently waiting for the big claw to be burned, so that he can taste the milk in the big claw.

Huang Quan walked over gloomyly, and whispered a few words into Zhang Xiaoqiang's ear. After Zhang Xiaoqiang heard it, his previously slightly relaxed brows tightened again.

"Why is no one looking after him? Where did the person who took care of him die? This is dereliction of duty, a crime, a serious crime of leaving without authorization!!!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help getting angry. He stood up and kicked the chair under him away. Zhang Xiaoqiang was getting angry. Several women looked at Huang Quan in surprise. They didn't know what Huang Quan said, which made Zhang Xiaoqiang so angry that even Yang Ke She didn't care about her grilled shrimp claws anymore, and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang worriedly.

Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed a few words, then suppressed his anger, took a few deep breaths, showed an ugly smile to the concerned women, and said softly:

"It's okay...it's okay...it's a small problem with the militia down below, you continue to eat, I'll go down and have a look..."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned and left, Huang Quan followed closely behind, although the three women were worried, but did not follow, Zhang Xiaoqiang's words were very clear, let them continue to eat, just don't want them to follow.

"Since the night, people have been watching him. He behaved fairly stably and didn't yell. When I went to visit him, I had to tell him to find a wife for him and convert him into a skilled worker. Learn a craft and rely on it to make a living. We will provide food for him and his wife until he dies naturally.

He also agreed, and told us not to worry, but I didn't expect... I don't blame the person who took care of him. That person has always been dedicated and took care of him all night. Just a few minutes, when he went back, he..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded, and went down to the first floor along the deck. The air seemed to be dull just after he got down to the first floor. The militiamen stood silently on the deck, which was completely different from the bustle of the second deck.

There is a dead body in the center of the deck, wearing militia uniforms. The corpse is lying straight on the ground. One right foot is missing. There are thick bandages where the shoes used to be worn. The khaki militia uniforms are completely soaked in blood. On the neck, a gap severed the entire jugular artery, the gurgling blood hadn't run out completely, it was still oozing out slowly, and pools of blood accumulated on the deck below him.

This militiaman was yesterday's unlucky ghost. When he was boarding the boat, his right foot was pinched off by a mutant shrimp. Liu Biao saved his life, but unfortunately, he cut off the artery with a bayonet while the person taking care of him was cooking.

Looking at that young and immature face, Zhang Xiaoqiang closed his eyes slowly, opened them suddenly after three to five seconds, glanced at the standing militiamen one by one, everyone who touched his eyes could not help but lower their heads, It seems to be surrendering.

"Being a soldier... your life is not your own, and you will die at any time. I believe you all know... four of you died yesterday, one was a regular member, so I won't talk about it, and the other three were militiamen like you. Don't worry." I thought the militia was not a soldier!!!”

Zhang Xiaoqiang said that the militiamen listen, and that death is common in the last days. It doesn’t matter whether the dead are irrelevant people or militiamen like them. In the helmet, live happily ever after.

When the corpse wearing the same military uniform was placed in front of them, they thought of themselves from the corpse, and naturally lost their morale in silence. Zhang Xiaoqiang would not dare to take such a soldier out to fight. Killed by him while escaping, or died in battle in panic.

So Zhang Xiaoqiang and the others yelled loudly, trying to inspire their courage. After yelling the above words, Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped in front of a militiaman, pulled the rifle hanging on his shoulder, and yelled at him:

"What is this? You tell me... what is this?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang's fierce expression and strong aura made the militiaman at a loss, and replied tremblingly: "Gun..." After saying that, he couldn't help but slumped down, wanting to sit on the ground.

"When..." Zhang Xiaoqiang slapped his helmet, and slapped this cowardly guy out, bumping his head into the crowd. Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed: "Useless stuff." Scanning all the team members again, this At that time, the second deck also fell silent, and the militiamen above stood on the top and looked down together through the gap.

"You have guns on your backs... With guns, you can kill the enemy and protect yourself, but did you really do it last night? A guy threw away his rifle and ran away and was shot. Shouldn't he be dead? ?”

After finishing speaking, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked up to another militiaman, stared into his eyes, and shouted loudly: "Say, should he die?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, the sides of his ferocious pupils were covered with bloodshot eyes, making the militiaman's heart tremble, and the urge to urinate could hardly be held back. He didn't dare to move at all, but he straightened his body desperately, and listened to Zhang Xiaoqiang's roar with all his attention. After Zhang Xiaoqiang asked this question, he immediately roared loudly:

"Damn... If he doesn't die, he will kill everyone, kill those who run away!!!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang changed his face, his expression suddenly became kind, and with a slight smile, he nodded at the tense militiaman, patted him on the shoulder and turned around.

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around and took three steps, then turned around suddenly, looked at everyone and said:

"Your life is not your own, it is everyone's. Every move you make will involve others. So, you have to have brains, you know, you have to have brains. Two people died in battle yesterday. Remember, what I said is To die in battle, do they have brains?

No! ! ! they do not! ! ! One got carried away and saw that he was going to succeed. Laughing, dancing, having fun there, so he doesn't have time to look at his feet?

He really didn't have time, because he forgot that he was on the battlefield of life and death, and he was celebrating in the playground in Anyi, so he died, a very good fighter, a warrior with the courage to fight hand-to-hand, that's all. The worthless died.

There is also a man named Liu Biao. Most of you know this person. He is the best among you. Remember, he is the best among hundreds of you. He is also the leader of the militia. If he does not die, he is the leader of the militia standing here.

But what's the point of saying this? He died, he died of bravery, he rushed into hundreds of mutant shrimps and supported him for a long time, but does it make any sense? He didn't achieve real results, he didn't make any contribution to the retreat, the only contribution was that he saved a companion, and the companion he saved with his life died in front of you. "