Chapter 773

Zhang Xiaoqiang ate very well. His burns had already formed a hard shell, which was carefully torn off by Shangguan Qiaoyun. The new skin was tender and red, but it was more tender than the old skin on his face. More than ten kilograms of shrimp meat disappeared in his stomach and turned into energy. When the taste of shrimp was detected by his tongue, he could not stop eating, He knew that he had almost enough food to supplement. After swallowing the shrimp in his mouth, he didn't continue to eat. He watched Da chela and Yang Ke'er wait together. As a greedy eater, he was as anxious as Yang Ke'er, waiting silently for Da chela to be cracked, so as to taste the tender meat in Da chela.

Huang Quan came over and murmured a few words in Zhang Xiaoqiang's ear. After hearing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyebrows tightened again.

"Why is he left unattended? Where are the people who took care of him? It's dereliction of duty, it's a crime, it's a big crime to leave without permission! "

Zhang Xiaoqiang can't help but get angry. He gets up and kicks the chair under him. Zhang Xiaoqiang is angry. Several women are looking at Huang Quan in surprise. They don't know what Huang Quan said, which makes Zhang Xiaoqiang so angry. Even Yang Ke'er doesn't care about her roasted shrimp claws any more, and looks at Zhang Xiaoqiang anxiously.

After a few words of abuse, Zhang Xiaoqiang repressed his anger, took a few deep breaths, gave an ugly smile to the concerned women, and said softly:

"It's ok... It's ok... There's something wrong with the militiamen below. Keep eating. I'll go down and have a look."

With that, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned and left, followed by Huang Quan, Although the three women were worried, they didn't go with them. Zhang Xiaoqiang's words were very clear. He told them to continue eating, but he didn't want them to go with them.

"Since the night, people have been looking at him all the time. He was stable and didn't yell. When I went to see him, I had to tell him to find a daughter-in-law for him, change into a technician, learn a craft, and eat by the craft. The food for him and his daughter-in-law was supplied by us to his natural death.

He also agreed and told us not to worry, but he didn't expect to... And didn't blame the person who took care of him. That person had been taking care of him wholeheartedly and didn't sleep all night. When he was eating just now, he went to get dinner for him, just a few minutes. When he went back, he

Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded and went down the deck to the first floor, The air seemed to become dull, and the militia stood silent on the deck, quite different from the bustle of the second deck.

In the center of the deck, there was a corpse, dressed in militiamen's clothes. The corpse was lying upright on the ground. One right foot was missing. The place where the shoes were originally worn was covered with thick bandages. The yellowish brown militiamen's clothes were completely soaked with blood. The wound was on the neck, and a gap cut off the whole carotid artery. The gurgling blood was still slowly oozing, There was a pool of blood on the deck under him.

Liu Biao saved his life. Unfortunately, he cut off the artery with a bayonet while his caregivers were eating.

Looking at that young and tender face, Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly closed his eyes. Three or five seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes and scanned the standing militiamen one by one. Everyone who touched his eyes could not help but lower their heads, as if in submission.

"When you become a soldier, your life is not your own, and you will die at any time. I believe you all know that four soldiers died yesterday, one is a regular member, I won't tell you, and three are the same militia as you. Don't think the militia is not a soldier!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang tells us that the militia listen, and they are used to dying in the last life, whether it's the unrelated people or the militia like them. As long as they can't see the body, they can continue to be ostriches, shrink their heads in their helmets and live happily.

When the corpse in the same uniform is placed in front of them, they think of themselves from the corpse, and naturally kill their morale in silence. Zhang Xiaoqiang does not dare to take such a soldier out to fight. In case of trouble, he is either killed in flight or killed in panic.

So Zhang Xiaoqiang yelled, trying to inspire their courage. After yelling the words above, Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped up to a militiamen and yelled at him with a rifle hanging on his shoulder

"What is this? You tell me... What's this? "

Zhang Xiaoqiang's fierce expression, with a strong aura, made the militiamen at a loss. He trembled and replied: "gun..." after that, he could not help falling down and wanted to sit on the ground.

"When ····" Zhang Xiaoqiang slapped his helmet, patted the cowardly guy out, and bumped his head into the crowd, Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded: "useless thing." Scanning all the members again, the second deck was quiet. The militiamen stood on the top and looked down through the gap.

"You have guns on your back... 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. He was shot. Shouldn't he die? "After that, Zhang Xiaoqiang went to another militiamen, gazed into his eyes and roared, "do you think he should die?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes are almost staring out of his eyes. His fierce pupils are covered with blood. His heart is trembling and he can hardly hold back his urine. Zhang Xiaoqiang roars and splashes saliva on his face. He dares not move at all. He just straightens his body and listens to Zhang Xiaoqiang's roar. After Zhang Xiaoqiang asks this, Zhang Xiaoqiang asks, He roared for the first time

"Damn it... If he doesn't die, everyone will be killed. Those who run away will be killed!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang changed his face and suddenly became kind. With a slight smile, he nodded to the tight militiamen, patted him on the shoulder and turned around.

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

"Your life is not your own, it's everyone's. every move of you will affect others. So, you have to have brains. You know, if you want to have brains, two people died in the war yesterday. Remember, I'm talking about death in the war. Do they have brains?

no They didn't!!! One is overjoyed and sees that he is going to succeed. How happy he is to laugh, jump and have no 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, he was celebrating in the playground, so he died, a very good soldier, a warrior who had the courage to fight hand to hand, so he died worthless.

There is another one named Liu Biao. Most of you know him. He is the best among you. Remember, he is the best among hundreds of you. He was the first group of meritorious personnel and the first group of militia leaders. If he does not die, he is the militia leader standing here.

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