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Speaking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang met a person, Chi Yong, the captain of the militia, and Chi Yong stood in the corner with a haggard face. He looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang, did not flash like others, and his eyes were full of anger, because Zhang Xiaoqiang was talking about his elder brother.
Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at Chi Yong, and continued on without paying attention. He wanted to use the deaths of Liu Biao and the others to remind these team members that fighting is not just a play, and if you are not careful, you will kill yourself and others.
"Liu Biao and the others are excellent, but they don't have brains, don't know how to fight on the battlefield, don't know how to protect themselves, don't know how to cooperate, no matter how powerful he is, he is still alone, if they have a little bit of mind, will they die
You only know that three or four of you died, one of the official team members died, or committed suicide, but you want to understand why the official team members didn’t fight you on the front line? Do they have fewer combat missions than you
Let me tell you, they are not injured because they know how to use their brains, understand the situation, and cooperate with their comrades in battle. They know how to do it. But do you remember, if you remember, will you still have casualties? "
Hearing this, Chi Yong let go of his tightly clenched fists, and lowered his head like everyone else. The militiamen performed very well last night, but most of them beat themselves, let alone cooperate. They didn't even take an extra look at who was standing next to them. If they could help Liu Biao charge, remind him that Liu Biao might not die.
"You only know how to blame yourself here, but you don't know how to summarize from yourself. Let me tell you the truth, if you can't learn to grow and learn to summarize in battle, even if you die in battle, you may not even be able to get your body back.
Now I announce that Liu Biao, the former leader of the Fourth Squadron of the Militia, the No. 3 Squadron, and the Third Group, will be posthumously awarded the status of an official member. After the war, he will collect the remains and wait for them to be transported back to the tomb of the warriors at the hot spring base for military burial. "
When Zhang Xiaoqiang said this, many people were a little excited. They were all in the same group as Liu Biao. Although Liu Biao was domineering, he was really good to his own people. They were also very pleased that Liu Biao could be buried in peace.
"Liu Biao, as an outstanding fighter, has been recognized by me. I will not deny his achievements. His deeds will be engraved on his tombstone and in the memorial hall.
Anyone who is disabled due to combat is allowed to join the base’s logistics positions, and we will take care of life, old age, sickness, and death to marry a wife, even if you have no limbs, as long as your second child can still be used, I will let you die..."
Hearing this, all the militiamen changed their faces. In the last days, the disabled are useless. This sentence is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The cruelty in the gathering place makes them not have hope for other people's promises. It is precisely because Huang Quan comforted him in private when he was injured, but the militiamen thought that Huang Quan wanted him to stop making trouble and reassure people's hearts, so he was injured. The militiamen committed suicide in despair. When the militiamen saw the corpses, they were depressed, thinking about what to do if they were injured. If they died, they would be happy.
But Zhang Xiaoqiang said it solemnly in front of hundreds of people, which means that he will fulfill his promise under the supervision of hundreds of people, a mountain-like promise, a promise that is impossible for other forces, how to make it Don't their faces change color
"The road ahead is long, and your enemies will become stronger and stronger. I don't know how many of you will die, but... I hope you can use your brains, know how to cooperate, know how to advance and retreat, and can't escape when it's time to fight. You can't rush when it's time to withdraw, you understand!!!"
Maybe it was because they never answered together, the scene was very chaotic, everyone said their own things, a bit like a vegetable market, Huang Quan immediately changed his face, and was about to get angry when he took a step forward, his arms tightened, but Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled him back.
"Let me come..." Zhang Xiaoqiang said softly, Huang Quan thought that Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to establish authority, so he nodded and moved away.
"Everyone on the first, second and third decks, turn...to the left...to face the side of the ship..."
Zhang Xiaoqiang gave an order, and everyone went to the ship's side together. At a distance of more than 500 meters from the ship's side, more than a dozen unknown mutant beasts encircled thousands of mutant shrimps and slowly devoured them. At this distance, many people can Clear the general appearance of the mutant beast.
"I ordered that one hour later, we will automatically enter the battle preparations. Our goal is to kill more than three of the snake-shaped mutant beasts. Anyone who fights bravely to be the first will be included in the assessment and used as a basis for promotion. Anyone who retreats and escapes will be killed. Anyone who does not move forward will be treated as a deserter, do you understand?"
No one answered, they were all stunned, listening to what Zhang Xiaoqiang said, they don't need to stand leisurely on the boat and enjoy the fight between the mutated monsters, but they should carry their rifles, get under the boat, and charge the monsters, you know, The food of those things was the mutated shrimp that had chased them all night. They all knew how powerful the mutated shrimp was. Although they ate the mutated shrimp for breakfast, they didn't have to worry about it
"That... the skin of that thing is very hard... the claws of the mutated crayfish can't even be clamped..."
"Yeah...it's better to wait for them to eat and leave by themselves..."
"Bullets can't penetrate...it's better than bulletproof vests..."
"This kind of thing...go up and die as many times as possible...it's better to shoot me down with one shot..."
The militiamen did not nod in high morale, but flustered, and unconsciously whispered to the comrades around them. What they said did not pass through their brains, and they did not think about it. Zhang Xiaoqiang said in an orderly tone, this is a military order, and retreating is a Death, standing still is also death. The corpses of the deserters who were killed before may have been digested and excreted by the mutated shrimp. If they do not approve the military order, one can imagine what will happen.
"You... want to die, or want to live!!!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang was still smiling, and it was two extremes with Huang Quan's gloomy black face beside him, but what he said was like the sound of a file being filed on metal, everyone could hear that Zhang Xiaoqiang's tone was wrong.
"Ka...ka...cha..." The sound of the bolt being pulled rang in everyone's ears. After Zhang Xiaoqiang gave the order, he consciously stood in the corner and formed a circle of regular team members who pulled the bolt, and the muzzle deflected. Faintly pointing behind everyone.
Zhang Xiaoqiang, who seemed to be smiling and peaceful, had a gloomy chill in his eyes, compared to Zhang Xiaoqiang's smiling face, standing beside Zhang Xiaoqiang, Huang Quan with a black face was much more pleasing to the eye, the militiamen Instantly felt chest tightness, a burst of suffocation.
"Live!!! Please order the deputy chief!!!"
A rough howl resounded from the crowd, and everyone looked sideways. It was Chi Yong, who was standing on the edge of the corner, wearing a militia uniform. He ignored the gazes of hundreds of people on the first deck. There was less than a trace of reluctance, but a bit of fanaticism appeared on his face.
The scene was a little dull, but it didn't take long, and there were responses one after another, all of them were members of Chi Yong's team, so they were his own people, and he had to give Chi Yong a strong voice.
Then more and more people responded, and their voices became louder and louder. When more and more people expressed no fear, the rest of them would not feel afraid. Their faces also began to howl loudly, and as they shouted loudly, the last trace of fear was also washed away by fanaticism.