At this point, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a man, Chi Yong, the new militia leader. Chi Yong stood in the corner with a haggard face. He looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang without flashing like others. His eyes were angry, because Zhang Xiaoqiang was talking about his big brother.
Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at Chi Yong and went on saying that he would use Liu Biao's death to remind these players that fighting is not a family game. If he is not careful, he will kill himself and others.
"Liu Biao, they are excellent, but they don't have brains, don't know the form of the battlefield, don't know how to protect themselves, don't know how to cooperate. No matter how powerful he is, he is also a person. If they grow up a little, will they die?
You only know that three or four of you died, one of your regular team members died, or you committed suicide. But do you want to understand why the regular team members didn't fight with you in the first line? Do they have fewer missions than you?
I tell you that they are able to fight without damage because they know how to use their brains, look at the situation and cooperate with their comrades in arms. They will. You all will. With so much training, don't you know how to fight? But do you remember? If you remember, will you still have casualties? "
Hearing this, Chi Yong loosed his tight fists and went down the head like others. The militia performed very well last night, but they beat themselves more. Let alone cooperate, they didn't even do it. If they could pull on Liu Biao when he was charging, they would remind him that Liu Biao might not die.
"You only know how to feel sorry for yourself here, but you don't know how to sum up from yourself. I tell you the truth, if you can't learn to grow up and sum up in battle, even if you die in battle, you may not be able to get back the corpse.
Now I announce that Liu Biao, the leader of the fourth Squadron, the eighth squadron and the third group of the former militia, was granted the status of an official member after the war. After the war, he collected the remains and waited for them to be transported back to the warrior's tomb in the hot spring base to enjoy military burial. "
Zhang Xiaoqiang said here, many people are a little excited. They are all in the same group with Liu Biao. Although Liu Biao is domineering, he is really good to his own people. They are also very pleased to let Liu Biao live in peace.
"As an outstanding soldier, Liu Biao has been recognized by me. I will not deny his merits. His deeds will be engraved on his tombstone and memorial hall.
All those who are disabled due to fighting are allowed to join the logistics post of the base. We will take care of all the life and death. Even if you don't have any limbs, as long as your second child can still use it, I will send you to death. "
Hearing this, all the militiamen changed their faces. In the end, the disabled were useless. This sentence is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The cruelty of the gathering place makes them not hope for other people's promises. Just because Huang Quan comforted him privately when he was injured, the militia thought that Huang Quan wanted him to stop making trouble and reassure the people, so the wounded militia committed suicide in despair. When the soldiers saw the corpse depressed, they were thinking about what to do after they were injured. If they died, they would be happy, I'm afraid the half dead will live like a dog.
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 can't be obtained by other forces. How can they not change their face?
"The road ahead is very long, your enemy will be more and more powerful, I don't know how many people you will die, but... I hope you can use your brain, know how to cooperate, know how to advance and retreat, you can't escape when it's time to fight, you can't rush when it's time to withdraw, you understand!"
Maybe they have never answered together. The scene is very chaotic and different. Some of them are like the vegetable market. Huang Quan immediately changes his face and is about to lose his temper when he moves forward. When he tightens his arm, he is held by Zhang Xiaoqiang.
"Let me... Zhang Xiaoqiang said softly. Huang Quan thought that Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to establish authority and nodded away.
"Crew on the first, second and third decks, all of you, turn to... Left... Face the side of the ship..."
At the command of Zhang Xiaoqiang, everyone looked at the side of the ship. More than 500 meters away from the side of the ship, more than ten unknown mutant animals circled thousands of mutant shrimps and slowly devoured them, Many people can see the general appearance of the changed beast.
"I order that we will automatically enter the combat readiness in an hour. Our goal is to kill at least three serpentine mutants. Those who strive to be the first will be included in the assessment as the basis for promotion. Those who retreat and escape will be killed. Those who do not stop will be punished as deserters. Do you understand?"
No one answered. They were all dull. Listening to Zhang Xiaoqiang's idea, they didn't have to stand on the boat and enjoy the fighting between mutant monsters. Instead, they had to carry rifles, go down to the boat and charge the monsters. You know, the food of those things chased them after the mutant shrimp in the middle of the night. They all knew that although they ate mutant shrimp for breakfast, No, they're not afraid?
"That... The skin of that thing is very hard... The pincers of the mutant crayfish can't open"Yeah... It's better for them to leave when they're full."
"Can't get through a bullet... More powerful than a bulletproof vest..."
"This kind of thing... How many people die when it goes up... It's better to shoot me down
Instead of nodding in high morale, the militia looked flustered, Unconsciously, he whispered to his comrades in arms around him. What he said didn't go through his brain and didn't think about it. Zhang Xiaoqiang said in the tone of command that this is the military order. It's a death to retreat, and it's also a death to stand still. I'm afraid that the bodies of deserters who were killed earlier would have been digested and excreted by mutated shrimps. If they didn't allow the military order, the end would be obvious.
"Do you want to die or live?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang is still smiling, and the dark color of Huang Quan's face around him is two extremes. What he says is like the sound change of a file on the metal. People can tell that Zhang Xiaoqiang's tone is wrong.
"Ka · Ka · wipe..." a bolt pulling sound rang in the ears of the people. After Zhang Xiaoqiang issued the order, he consciously stood in the corner to form a circle. The official team members pulled the bolt, the muzzle of the gun deflected, and faintly pointed to the back of the people.
Zhang Xiaoqiang, who seems to be smiling and peaceful, has a shade of cold in his eyes. Compared with Zhang Xiaoqiang's smiling face chanting, standing on Zhang Xiaoqiang's side, the dark face of the yellow spring looks more pleasing to the eye. The militia feel stuffy and suffocated for a moment.
"To live!"!!! Please give the order of the deputy chief
A wild howl rang from the crowd. The crowd looked sideways at Chi Yong, who was standing at the edge of the corner in the color of militiamen's clothes. He turned a blind eye to the gaze of a hundred people on the first deck. With his chest straight, he looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang with burning eyes. He could not see a bit of reluctance, but a bit of fanaticism now on his face.
The scene was a little dull, but it didn't take long. One after another, Chi Yong's team members echoed back and forth. So they were also their own people. They wanted 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. On the contrary, they were filled with blood in their hearts, and they began to howl with thick necks and red faces. With their shouting, the last trace of fear was dissipated