For example, the current civilian team, where there is no unsightly deed, Chongling and Quyang, who have been mixing outside the northern line of Xiangcheng all the year round, have also ambushed a lot of civilian teams, and when they were doing reconnaissance in the early stage, as soon as it was night, the car of the opposite team began to shake.

Occasionally, it was accompanied by the screams of women, the cries of old men, the cries of children, and the cries of men being whipped...... Everything.

There are few teams that are very quiet, the people on duty stand and watch in a regular manner, and the women rest in the car safely.

On the other hand, this kind of disciplined team is not very easy to deal with, which means that the supreme controller who controls the team is either very good at ability, or the team is born from garrison.

Only the civilian team transformed from the garrison can truly not oppress the weak in the last days, be on duty with rules and regulations, and fight monsters in peace.

The last days are so big, and there are so many cities, although the city is destroyed, but there are many garrisons that have survived with a little strength such as Chongling, and they are floating in the last days, and they can't find a large army, so they gradually transformed into a civilian team.

But in the same way, as long as they find a large army, they can easily be converted back to garrison, and most of the garrisons still like to return to the collective to shine.

Qu Yang put down the binoculars in his hand, pounded the snow, and said in trouble:

"This kind of regiment is not easy to fight, if it is a civilian team transformed into a garrison in another city, we can't fight our own people, you see they seem to be convening a meeting of all the regiment commanders, they must discuss how to impact the barbed wire, time is pressing, heavy captain, get an idea."

"The other side is not stationed."

Chongling, who was lying on the snow, was still holding a telescope and looking at Qing Xiran's team in front of him, he frowned sharply, and said to Qu Yang beside him:

"There's not even a garrison standing, it's not a garrison at all, but this regiment is really weird."

"What's the weird way?"

"None of them spoke."

This point is the weirdest thing that makes Chongling feel that there is a team that doesn't speak at all? It's a personal conversation.

But before Qu Yang next to him noticed the smell, he saw Qu Yang holding the telescope again, glanced at Qing Xiran's team in front of him, and asked:

"What's wrong with not talking? In the middle of the night, where is there so much to talk about? ”

"A large group of more than 700 people, have you ever seen such a silent person who doesn't even say a word?"

Chongling pointed the telescope at the two men on duty opposite, the other party did not have a garrison posture, as a garrison, whether retired or not, that every move, whether sitting or standing and lying down, has its deep muscle memory in the body.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as they are stationed, although they are not wearing garrison clothes, they only need to look at each other to know whether the other party is their own kind.

So, how did the two men on duty on the opposite side manage to be smart? Seeing that one of them took out a cigarette, glanced at the person next to him, and the other took out the fire, as soon as the person with the fire stretched out his hand, the person who took the cigarette took out a cigarette, and the tacit understanding was by no means something that could be practiced overnight.

Someone came to change shifts, and they just glanced at each other, and they should pay attention to and advise, as if they had telepathy, and they didn't need to say it at all, and they naturally changed their shifts.

"You keep watch here, I'll take a closer look."

Chongling frowned, handed the telescope in his hand to Qu Yang to hold, he crawled in the snow, quietly, cautiously approached Qing Xiran's team.

It is said that tonight, this 700-person group convened a meeting of the captains of all large, medium and small teams here to discuss how to impact the barbed wire.

Under the cover of the night, Chongling quietly approached Qing Xiran's team, slowly, slowly dodged, evaded all the guards on duty, passed through the layers of guarded vehicles, and saw the center of the convoy, his eyes widened in surprise.

A cloud drifted over, covering the starlight in the sky, the bright moonlight was no longer there, and the black wind blew, making the entire Qing Xiran team feel gloomy, but the more terrifying was still to come, and the leaders of the large, medium and small teams who should have discussed or argued were standing in the open space in the center of the convoy like statues.

Everyone formed a circle, as if they were engaged in some cult ritual, and stood silently.

Naturally, they are still alive, but no one speaks, only their eyes are open, their expressions are distorted, as if they have been lowered, everyone is exactly the same distance from the people around them, if someone is holding a compass now, in the middle of them, draw a circle, you know that they are standing on the circle line exactly right, not one point close, not one point away.

is so weird that Chongling, who has experienced countless killings, can't help but have goosebumps on his spine, and he panics.

What kind of power can make people stand like this? In this apocalypse, has he finally embarked on the path of the supernatural from science fiction?

"Buckle up."

A delicate knock on the window sounded in Chongling's ears, he was discovered, the evil power of this team, finally captured him, realizing this, Chongling's forehead broke out in a fine cold sweat, he had a premonition, no matter how many life and death difficulties he experienced, it was impossible to have this danger he experienced.

So, Chongling accumulated the strength of his body, his hands were condensed with ability, clenched into fists, and slowly turned around, the night wind hit, a drop of sweat fell on the corner of his forehead, and then, his eyes widened in surprise...... Next to his ear was a window, and in the window, a young face appeared, smiling sweetly at him.

This made Chongling couldn't help but be surprised, "One by one??? ”

"Uncle Heavy!"

Qing Yi stood at the head of the bed in her RV bedroom one by one, at her feet, Shao Mengli and Xiaoxiao were already asleep, the child was wearing a warm coat and trousers, with sparse hair, and was smiling at Chongling's cracked mouth, that small appearance, not to mention how cute.

Seeing her acquaintances, Qing Yi was naturally happy, she got up to pee, and actually saw Uncle Chong, oh, God let them reunite, it's all ape dung, ape dung.

Then, Qing Yi looked back with a grin, opened the door of the RV's bedroom, climbed into the single bed where his mother was sleeping outside, sat on his mother's belly, and said happily in a milky voice:

"Mom, Mom, I saw Uncle Chong, Mom, is Dad also nearby, Uncle Chong is sneaky, is he going to have an affair with the beautiful women in our team?"