Zhang Xiaoqiang turned and walked to the tent. He wanted to have a good sleep and had a fight with meow meow for a while. He felt relaxed. With this rare relaxation, he wanted to have a good rest.
Meow meow spat his tongue out at Zhang Xiaoqiang's back, made a face, spread out his palm, only had four scattered bullets in his hand, and saw Zhang Huaian cover the tin box heavily and lock it again.
Zhang Huai'an will please Zhang Xiaoqiang, but he doesn't need to please meow. He squints at meow, who is staring at the thick ammunition box in a daze. He clears his throat and says to meow, "don't mess around. We don't have many bullets. We need to save, save, you know?"
With that, Zhang Huai'an took out half a bottle of residual wine from his pocket and went to Wang Le for a drink. Behind him, meow stood by the car, looking at the four bullets in his hand and worried. It seemed that he could not even fit a bullet clip?
On the side of the ammunition truck, there were armed team members on guard. Meow looked at the big iron box stacked randomly at the rear of the truck. Some of the team members who were really watching him turned and walked back.
After turning around, meow drew the position of several team members guarding the ammunition truck in his brain, and a dead angle route in their eyes was formed in meow's brain.
Meow meow has two nicknames in the school. One is ghost meow, which is taken by his classmates. Because meow meow steals the most bullets from the team members, which is more than his classmates combined. Moreover, he never fails once. Some students stare at him specially to see how he does it. Often, meow meow is successful in their urination, And no one has seen it, including the students who are watching.
The team members gnash their teeth and call him heartless. The team members who drink porridge for him every day are not one or two. Basically, as long as meow's hands itch, no one can escape. No matter how deep they hide the bullet, meow can find it.
Obviously, meow meow's ability is not innate. Since he knew the honest man's profession, he went to visit his teacher in the name of Yang Ke'er. Who is Yang Ke'er? The emperor of the base, the honest man is really honest. He didn't want to ask Yang Ke'er for proof, so he gave him his unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box. Now his goal is no longer the few bullets on the players, but the heavy ammunition box.
The team members on the side of the ammunition truck are five in a group, two open sentries and three secret sentries. They are not distracted, and they are always watching the movement around them. Just when a team member bows his head to light a cigarette, a small figure skilfully slips behind him like a silent mouse.
After passing a member of the team, the little mouse pauses a little and waits in the shadow not far away from the smoker. As time goes by, the successor who changes shifts for half an hour comes. Their footsteps startle the members here. When all the light and secret whistles are looking in the past, the little mouse runs from a hidden whistle to the side of the cart, As soon as you turn over, you can easily get on the cart.
The team members under the car are answering the command. They just listen to the sound of the card. Zhang Huai'an's lock, which has to be opened for a long time with the key, is opened. A half foot long stick is stuck at the mouth of the box to support the cover. Then they hear the slight sound of the cable. When the shift is over, a small figure steps in the shadow and leaves with the team members.
When he got to a place where there was no one, meow opened his small pocket, reached out and grabbed a large number of bullets in the bag. With his fingers slightly released, the collision sound of bullets rang out clearly. Then meow tightened the mouth of the bag with a rope, turned and walked to the place where he was sleeping, During the day, the handle of the 920 pistol on Huang Quan's waist flashed into his small head.
Hesitated for a moment, meow turned to touch the fire on the other side of the yellow spring.
Huang Quan doesn't know that he has been missed by his conscience. He is sitting by the fire and staring at the fire in a daze. Beside him is CHEN Ye, who is covering his face, wiping Jingwei sword with white cotton cloth.
Huang Quan looked at the flame in front of him in a daze. He didn't talk with CHEN Ye as usual. He was a very proud man. In his eyes, what's the use of being beautiful? What pretty girl didn't play in military school before the end of the world? He is handsome and rich, so there are a lot of women chasing him.
In his heart, Huang's daughter-in-law must be outstanding and different. She is the kind of virtuous wife who can bring up the next generation independently after his death. She may not be beautiful, but she must have personality. She is not the kind of affectation outside, but a kind of strength from the bottom of her heart.
So he was fascinated by CHEN Ye at the first sight of seeing her, not because of her heroism when she killed the zombie. He was not interested in violent girls. At the initial contact, CHEN Ye was hiding in the back, waiting silently in the deserted corner. He felt her loneliness at the first sight of her.
It's not depression, it's a simple loneliness. It's like a Chimonanthus which has no intention of fighting for spring. It quietly opens up beside the broken bridge. Under the quiet, the huge contrast attracts the attention of Huang Quan. He tries to read her. In her eyes, Huang Quan doesn't see despair to give up, but a kind of strong persistence. He doesn't know what she's sticking to, or what she's guarding, Seeing the clear eyes, he was drunk."Scattered into mud, rolled into dust, only incense as before." This sentence is the first image she gave him. In this way, the mysterious CHEN Ye aroused his curiosity. When he went out on the death mission, Zhang Xiaoqiang asked him to explain his last words. He had no experience, so he was not afraid. At that time, he did not have a thorough understanding of his feelings about death. "Die, die," he said to himself.
He found the woman who left a deep impression in his heart, CHEN Ye. Since he would die, he was also open. He handed over the jewelry of more than ten generations to him, this strange and mysterious woman.
CHEN Ye's face was opened for the first time in front of the public. At that moment, his heart was full of pity. How could such a person be like this?
Unfortunately, there was a flash of heat in his heart. He remembered that in ancient times, the bridegroom lifted the bride's veil to determine her identity. Then, when he lifted her veil, did he indirectly complete this ancient ceremony?
He hugs her and kisses her. To tell you the truth, he didn't think of it himself, but he did it, and the anger of Chen ye came with him. Although he was almost torn down, his heart was full, because he had his nominal wife, CHEN Ye.
At this moment, he seems to feel that he has matured and really become a man, because he has a wife, even if that wife is just what he thinks.
After that, Huang Quan chased CHEN Ye, even if he was beaten every day. The reason is very simple. CHEN Ye is his wife, now and in the future.
A thousand days at home, half a day out, Huang Quan for CHEN Ye, comfortable base instructor he did not do, holding a rifle after her, hoping to use their own actions to move her, but after the real experience of cruelty outside, he sadly found that he became a useless person.
At the beginning, he almost jumped because of his nervousness, and then he was even more embarrassed because he was almost surrounded. CHEN Ye took his hand to comfort him. Finally, he was upset by Zhang Huai'an, an old policeman whom he didn't look up to very much. Although he was confused by the thick skin of young people, he always had a thorn in his heart.
When he sat by the fire, the scenes kept flashing in his heart during the day. He sadly found that his performance as an active officer and a military graduate was so poor that even the repairman Wang Le could not compare with those ordinary members. It seemed that no one wanted to compare with him