85_85483Lunch is white rice, speaking of which, I have to mention the matters that Tang Xiaoquan explained to Wei Yang at the beginning of the operation.

Because of the danger of this mission, Tang Xiaoquan specially asked Wei Yang to allocate enough material reserves for each team member to consume one day.

According to Tang Xiaoquan's instructions, Wei Yang not only provided each of the participating soldiers with a corresponding single backpack, but also carefully prepared a portable material pouch for them that could be carried closely.

In order to cope with the current situation, who would have thought that the situation of a single person getting lost did not happen, but the tragedy of collective distress was encountered by the survivors.

The pouches themselves are not large, about the size of a palm, but the contents are not insignificant.

From matches that can be used as energy to rice that can be eaten; From carefully polished iron tablets to basic healing pills.

It can be said responsibly that Wei Yang has put all his efforts and efforts into the production of this small material bag.

And it is precisely her responsible attitude that makes the team have the opportunity to enjoy the blessing of rice at this moment of great danger.

The amount of rice is not much, after all, the volume of the bag is placed there, and each bag contains more than one handful at most.

After all, you can't and don't need to carry too much of this thing, so the cooked rice piled up in the huge basin at the moment looks a little shabby.

However, the survivors are not impressed, and perhaps only those of them who have experienced the desperate situation of life and death can understand what "contentment and gratitude" really mean.

"Alas~ It's a pity that the lieutenant is not here, otherwise let her see Brother Hu's situation, there should be a way to wake up Brother Hu!"

On the way to eat, Wang Qiang's mind kept resting on Hu Xiaodong's body, and his mouth never stopped chattering.

And it is precisely thanks to his "tireless" repetition that most of the people look solemn, each pulling the rice in the bowl with their hearts.

Suddenly, Zhao Yunhai, who was bored, seemed to think of something, he slowly stopped the chopsticks in his hand, and muttered to himself: "I don't know what the situation in the factory is now?" ”

Oh, yes! What's going on in the factory now?

According to the agreement, the outgoing team should contact the factory before entering the urban area and starting the operation, the purpose of this is to achieve mutual information sharing; The second is to confirm the range of the radio.

But now that this is happening, it is obvious that the matters originally planned cannot be implemented.

After listening to Lao Zhao's self-talk, Lin Junfu couldn't help frowning, as a leader who had a similar experience, he could imagine the feelings of Wang Junfa, who was staying in the factory at the moment and was responsible for the overall situation.

"I think Lao Wang should be in a hurry to die now!" He also muttered, but his words attracted the attention of Tang Xiaoquan beside him.

After all, compared with Lin Junfu, Tang Xiaoquan still knows very little about Wang Junfa's attitude towards people.

At least, in Tang Xiaoquan's view, the latter has always been a "weak and critical" appearance.

When it came to this emergency, Tang Xiaoquan was inevitably a little worried that the latter would cause trouble due to improper handling.

Perhaps he also saw the young man's thoughts, Lin Junfu added meaningfully while closing his words: "But Lao Wang, he has been in business for so many years, and he has gone through a lot of winds and waves, so it shouldn't be a problem to deal with this problem." ”

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Tang Xiaoquan's face, which was still a little worried, calmed down a little.

So in fact, at this moment, dozens of kilometers away, what kind of state is Wang Junfa in "Zhongkun Textile"? Was he really able to handle this sudden incident?

Under the scorching sun, a slightly lean figure hovered under the halo of the scorching sun. Next to this figure, the man with a big waist and a round waist was also very anxious.

That's right, these two people are Wang Junfa and Wang Daodao, who stayed in Zhongkun Textile.

"What~ Director Wang, it's been almost 3 hours, why don't you say Lao Lin and they haven't replied?"

Regarding Wang Guoguo's "buzzing" like a "fly", Wang Junfa was somewhat irritable.

But fortunately, his "self-cultivation" is strong enough, otherwise if he changes to a character like Wang Qiang or Da Zhuang, I am afraid that he would have been scolded a long time ago.

It's just that cultivation is self-cultivation, but at present, Wang Junfa's psychology is the same as that of a big country, like a huge wave in a storm, churning endlessly.

The pace under his feet became faster and faster, Wang Junfa kept smoking the cigarette in his hand, and the red light was moving back rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And at his feet there were already cigarette butts all over the ground, and soot overflowed.

"What to do? Should they take the initiative to get in touch with Lao Lin? ”

Wang Junfa has been thinking about this question for a long time, but he can't make up his mind.

Because in his heart, he was eager to know about the outgoing squad.

But he was worried that his rash contact would bring unnecessary trouble to the other party.

After all, he Wang Junfa didn't know what kind of situation the team was in at the moment, in case the team was besieged by zombies or was hiding from zombies. Then his "seemingly well-intentioned" call may bring "fatal" distress to the team members.

So after hesitating for a long time, he couldn't figure out whether to get in touch with him.

But time is always the most loyal executor of the "Creator", and it will not and cannot "hesitate" because of Wang Junfa's helplessness.

Seeing that the midday sun had shifted, Wang Junfa's heart became more and more anxious, and the sweat on his cheeks kept dripping down like a stream.

Maybe it's because my "stand-up comedy" is too boring, or maybe it's because I'm out of temper when I'm irradiated by the sun.

All in all, Wang Guoguo, who was still "buzzing" in Wang Junfa's ears, also seemed to have wilted cabbage at this moment, closed his mouth listlessly, and nested alone in the corner of the factory gate, smoking the cigarette in his hand.

The smoke that kept spitting out enveloped Wang Junfa's shaking figure inside, and the dreamlike image seemed to be in a fantasy world.

Suddenly, the shadow in the halo stopped, and Wang Daoguo raised his head in some confusion, but saw that Lao Wang froze in place as if he had been clicked on an acupoint.

And just as he was about to open his mouth to ask the latter what was going on, the latter took out the walkie-talkie plugged into his waist without warning, and then decisively pressed the call knob and shouted: "Lao Lin, Lao Lin, I am Lao Wang, please answer when you hear it!" Hear it, please answer! ”

ps: Thank you, book friend 150317153010336 for the reward this afternoon, and thank you again for the fruit.