The winter earth was silvery white, only the green pines that were still standing added a touch of life to this purity, and a cold wind blew by, the pine needles undulated, the snowflakes fell, and the ocean sprinkled, drifting with the wind to the only other place at the foot of the mountain.

In Mengjia Village, in the open space in front of the small building that was cleaned by the villagers, there was a childish shout, several children in the village had completed the morning class, and were learning basic martial arts with Wang Yan here, and Liu Shumin, who had nothing to do, also moved a stool to sit aside, smiling at these little children with red faces and white gas above their heads.

There were also some adults who had completed their work in the distance, and they were also doing paramilitary training such as physical, strength, and aim, but Liu Tiefeng and Huang Guangming, who were their coaches, did not stare at them.

The two sat side by side on a bench in the open space, smoking cigarettes and staring at the child. Of course, they are not looking at children, but two teachers, Liu Tiefeng stared at Wang Yan, feeling that every move and style reflected a unique beauty, even the scars on his face revealed a wild temptation, while Huang Guangming looked at the smiling Liu Shumin, feeling very calm and warm in his heart, as long as he looked at it from a distance, he could feel satisfied.

The two people who have the same military experience and both lead the search team, after the relocation of Mengjia Village, soon became a dead friend who has nothing to say, and the relationship between men is sometimes like this, they have carried guns together, they have fought together, and the appearance of friendship is completely uncontrolled by time, and it may only take a moment for the two to become friends. At this time, the two of them were busy hiding aside, and each tacitly admired their "scenery".

A gust of wind blew, and a snowflake drifted in front of Huang Guangming's eyes, interrupting his warmth, he touched Liu Tiefeng, who was still intoxicated, and said: "Recently, the village has been busy in order to raise supplies to the transfer station, how is your team collecting heads?" ”

Liu Tiefeng on the side didn't look at Huang Guangming at all, still staring at the front, and replied: "I have swept several large parking lots and supermarkets, there can be hundreds, Brother Qiang said, there is no need to cut off his head anymore, no matter how much he has in the car, he doesn't want to bring too many people this time, it is too conspicuous." ”

"You shouldn't be able to go this time, I'll follow." Huang Guangming, who took a puff of cigarette, frowned and said, "Why? Brother Qiang will definitely take me. ”

"You are the old man of the village chief, and Tianliang and I are both newcomers, you leave the village chief at ease, and I am also relieved." Huang Guangming smiled and said. Hearing his words, Liu Tiefeng turned his head and stared at him and said: "You think too much, I actually didn't know Brother Qiang long before you, Brother Qiang is not that kind of person, what kind of person is he, he is a god, and he can still care about this little thing." After speaking, he stared at Wang Yan.

Huang Guangming touched his nose that was red from the cold, smiled and said: "You're right, I can't imagine that those corpses also have such a fragile day, when we went out before, how many people couldn't die, that thing ran fast, and the fucking faster and faster, and the strength was getting bigger and bigger, even if there was a gun, as long as it didn't hit the vital point, it would be the same as a dragon, but such a terrible corpse, in the hands of the village chief, it would be like a chicken." I don't take a second one, but the village chief is really scary, I've been a soldier for so many years, and I've never seen such a murderous way to kill, so to tell the truth, sometimes I feel sorry for those corpses, how did I meet the village chief! ”

Hearing him talk about his idol, Liu Tiefeng finally turned his head and said to Huang Guangming with a proud face: "That's, let me tell you that my brother Qiang is really not an ordinary person, he is a god, if you don't believe it, go ask Tianliang, that kid agrees with my opinion!" He also thinks that Brother Qiang is not a human being but a god, and let alone Brother Qiang, even if those three black hands, they are also trained by Brother Qiang, and the guy who followed my team also has Brother Qiang's strength when he kills corpses. Do you know? When I met Brother Qiang for the first time, I was surrounded by a large number of corpses, at that time, Brother Qiang was standing in front of me with a big axe in one hand, a throat, there was not a single one of the hundreds of corpses, and they all ran away in a blink of an eye, when a golden light hit the top of Brother Qiang's head through the dark clouds, and I watched him reveal a burst of divine light all over his body! ”

"You're living there in vain again, you're making the sun dazzle." Liu Tiefeng said energetically, he didn't notice that Wang Yan had finished training the children and walked over, Liu Tiefeng, who saw Wang Yan, stopped boasting, stood up and flattered and said: "Stone, I'm done teaching, I'm not tired, you see you're sweating, I have a towel here, you quickly wipe it and don't catch a cold." "Your towel stinks, take it away for me."

Huang Guangming, who no longer paid attention to the two fighting, nodded at Liu Shumin, who was not far away, and saw Liu Shumin, who was leading the child back, also waved to him with a smile, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, there was a loud metal knock sound from the direction of a factory, and a middle-aged woman with a slightly chubby figure rarely seen in the last days was striking a piece of iron hanging in the air with a long-handled horse spoon.

Someone among the villagers who gradually came in quipped, "Aunt Wang, don't hit that piece of iron with a horse spoon that holds vegetables, I saw a bird pooping on it in the morning, and if you knock it, our whole village will have to eat bird poop." ”

"It's not dry, it's not clean, it's not sick after eating. Anyway, there is no health supervision department to check on me now, so you can save it if you don't eat. The middle-aged woman who spoke was surnamed Wang, who used to run a restaurant, and when Meng Qingqiang found out, he asked her to take two women to be responsible for cooking for all the villagers, and every day, she took her big horse spoon and knocked on the iron to notify the villagers to start eating.

The factory has been transformed into a large canteen, which has dozens of long tables and chairs, and soon the villagers rushed to the canteen one after another, picked up the dinner plate and went to Aunt Wang's to eat, the meal was not very rich, but there were vegetables and meat, steaming, so the villagers were very satisfied. They greeted each other, sat in groups of three or five and chatted. It's as if time has gone back in time. The children, on the other hand, have their own small cafeteria, and the food is a little more elaborate than the adults.

Meng Qingqiang and the others saw such a scene when they walked in, although they had seen it many times, but Chen Lao, who was in charge of logistics, still sighed with a smile and praised Meng Qingqiang's contributions.

When Meng Qingqiang heard Chen Lao's words, he just smiled, and the people around him also greeted him one after another, and the atmosphere was warm for a while. He walked to the front of the canteen, looked at the villagers who were eating, and said loudly: "Villagers, stop for a moment, I want to say something, maybe some of you already know that in the coastal city hundreds of kilometers away from us, there is a transfer station base set up by a large research institution, which has a lot of soldiers, and can exchange the corpse heads brought back by our search team these days for some weapons and equipment, so the village decided that I will lead the team to go to the transfer station base, and during my absence, Mengjia Village closed the village, Everyone practiced their fighting and shooting skills in the village. That's all I have to say."

Hearing Meng Qingqiang's words, everyone was talking, and at this time, a middle-aged man stood up from the crowd, his name was Ji Liang, he was a state cadre before the disaster, he stood up and said to Meng Qingqiang: "Comrade Meng, since you have news of the country, why don't you lead us together?" And I think that since the organization is still there, we must believe in the organization, and as a comrade who was in charge of the work in the city before, I am willing to take you to the higher leaders, and I believe that you will definitely be able to get proper arrangements. After speaking, he nodded at Meng Qingqiang with a serious face.

Looking at this very stylish leading comrade, Meng Qingqiang didn't turn his head for a while, Xing Tianliang, who was standing beside him, smiled slightly, pushed his glasses with his fingers, and then took a step forward and said: "This leader, it's a pity, although your idea is very opinionative, but it's too optimistic, first of all, when Wang Husheng was here, we had actually been in contact with the transfer station, confirming that the country is indeed gone, and now there is a large research organization behind the transfer station. You can understand that it is an organization that is countless times larger than Mengjia Village, but it is not fundamentally different from our Mengjia Village in nature, and what is needed is people who can contribute to it, such as scientists, technicians, doctors, elite soldiers, but it does not include state cadres, so I am sorry to tell you that you, like ordinary people, are not within the scope of acceptance of the transit station. ”

Looking at the disappointed Ji Liang, Meng Qingqiang was also a little crying and laughing at this time, although the disaster has happened for a long time, there are still many people who have not fully accepted the facts, and are still immersed in the memories of the past, and some rich people still think that their money can bring everything when they are in danger, and buy the help and safety of others. And some people who were relatively high in the past could not accept that they had become a member of the general public, that the glory of the past could not catch up with the current bowl of rice, and that the hand that used to hold the fountain pen and document now had to pick up the sickle and hammer and start working, they could not accept all this, and all that awaited them was to be eliminated by this cruel world.

Putting aside the episode just now, Meng Qingqiang arranged the personnel who set off, himself, Xing Tianliang, who had been there once, and his wife Bai Ying, she needed to find some equipment to carry out research, unexpectedly he did not bring Liu Tiefeng or Huang Guangming, but put on Wang Yan, which made Liu Tiefeng feel very depressed, in addition to two black hands, plus four young and strong villagers.

After everything was in order, on a fine morning, the convoy slowly left Mengjia Village in the morning sun and headed for the distant transit station.