ACT82: Three glasses of wine

During breakfast, Song Jiu informed everyone of his decision, stating the dangers he might face if he stayed, and said that he would stay at will and would not be reluctant. Facts have proved that Song Jiu's self-confidence is not boasting, and no one including the female dependents brought out from the river bank chose to leave. Of course, it has nothing to do with loyalty, they are not good at it, even if they leave with the supplies supported by Ming Junwei, I am afraid they will not be able to struggle in the environment of walking corpses for too long, for people who do not have the ability to protect themselves, wolves are as dangerous as tigers, there is no difference.

As for Luo Yu and Mengfan, they have been together for several years, coming and going in the wind and rain, no less emotional than Song Yao and Lu Qian, and parting ways is a joke for them; Chef Niangjia and the others have already become an offensive and defensive alliance with Song Jiu on the riverbank, and the riverbank has fallen, so naturally it has been twisted into a hemp rope, and there is no idea of separating the family; The only hesitant fake Taoist priest was finally defeated under the soft grinding and hard bubble of the Red Pink Army, Meng Fan and others learned that the fake Taoist priest was deeply hidden, where would he go alone, Song Jiu's front foot said to stay at will, Meng Fan got into the fake Taoist priest's room with his back foot, and the specific method used is not clear, in short, the fake Taoist priest was red when he appeared at the dinner table later, and he didn't dare to look at Meng Fan at all.

Two groups of people gathered in one place, and there were more than 100 people at a rough look, which was very lively. Different from the riverbank camp, there is no mustard between this group of people, their food, clothing, housing and transportation are grabbed by their hands, there is no bad habit of clothes to reach out for food and open their mouths, and they know that it is not easy to wander outside, so they also have many common languages when they gather together, and they don't need Ming Junwei and Song Jiu to tie the strings, and they will be familiar with each other after a few meals.

The younger brother settled down in the roundabout, Song Yao's mood became a lot more cheerful, he didn't look up all day long, he didn't look down all day, he was no longer tired of racing against time, Song Yao himself was the core backbone of the roundabout, and he had a lot of things to worry about, and he reunited with his brother for a few days, and then left the roundabout with people to continue the patrol work.

The division of labor here around the island is relatively clear, because in the middle of the city, some resources are at your fingertips, but there are also things that are hard to find everywhere and need to be done yourself. The vegetable greenhouse has a special person arranged by Ming Junwei to be in charge, and the kitchen originally had no fixed manpower, but now that it is good, the chef Niangjia naturally took over the restaurant, and the two daughters Xu Aifei and Acne Sister covered the food problem around the island; There are two groups around the island of the material search team, one group is responsible for cleaning and collecting in the city, and one group is responsible for radiating to the surrounding cities, don't look at the time in the past three years, in fact, this second-tier city can still tap and utilize a lot of resources, but the walking corpse is not extinct, and there are many strategically important places that still can't swagger in.

Song Jiu's subordinates lost a lot in two successive battles, and there were only seventeen people left in the young men and the riverbank militia, and they had no advantage except killing people and fighting, so they formed a separate team to act as a resource search force, and Ming Junwei's search team in the city took turns to find out the platoon; There is only one elderly doctor in the medical force, and some non-combatants follow her as assistants, and they can make do with help, but without Dr. Yu, they alone cannot support medical rescue. Ming Junwei and Song Jiu discussed, and felt that it was not realistic to want a doctor to fall from the sky in this situation, as the saying goes, the battle is used to raise the war, and the medical personnel can also be so neat, so the two selected some young men and women from their respective teams who have related specialties or relevant experience and sent them over, not asking how much they can learn in a short time, as long as they can deal with emergency injuries.

The former RCA field service Liu Yan and the former subordinate of the establishment Xiao Wei were divided into a group, the original two hostile members who met endlessly turned into jade silk, and shouldered the work of "the eye of the island" together, they are professional players with guns, and they are familiar with the way to climb high and go low, Ming Junwei They have erected an air corridor between the high-rise buildings around the roundabout in recent years, and Xiao Wei can be safely and quickly patrolled in a large area through the zipline track, one to play a warning role, and the other to support the search team at any time, Condescendingly help with vision and information.

Previously, he was a graduate student and Xiao Wei's partner, and after Liu Yan took the post, the graduate student returned to the roundabout, taking on the management and supply of consumable materials, such as weapons, vehicles, gasoline, charcoal and so on.

Lu Qian and Yinuo are mainly responsible for the internal affairs around the island, from eating, drinking, and Lasa to organizing people to cut people and fight, they all have to coordinate, and now there is one more Mengfan to help take care of it, which can be regarded as relieving a lot of pressure. Song Jiu himself led the team, knowing the hardships, it was easy to wave the flag and blow the whistle, but the difficult thing was to let a group of people solidify together in an orderly and united manner, which was almost the work of the political commissar of the army. Luo Yu was originally going to work with Song Yao to guard around the roundabout, but after thinking about it again, he felt that if the combatants were scattered, the inside of the roundabout would be a little empty, so Luo Yu still stayed and took charge of the guard work around the roundabout before Jiao Ziqian recovered.

Lin Daochang was very anxious to see that everyone had their own division of labor, scratched his ears and cheeks for a while, and took the initiative to apply to open an incense altar in the roundabout...... After thinking of the name of the hall, it is called "Ancient Religion".

The religious application of the fake Taoist priest was unanimously rejected by the two shopkeepers, and after being sprayed with saliva on his face, he had to hang his head and serve as a gold medal bodyguard, part-time to test marriage and ask for good luck.

Song Jiu and Ming Junwei joined forces to coordinate the overall situation, exchange experiences and information, plan for the impending crisis, and start liaising with other survivor camps. After the chaos of the past few days, the camp around the island finally regained its calm, restarted its operation from top to bottom, and was once again full of vitality.

"Brother Ming, I heard my sister say that you still have many companions scattered all over the place, why don't you gather together?" Song Jiu has always had doubts about this matter, and through a few days of communication, he also has some understanding of the establishment faction and the RCA, the two organizations that have turned the clouds and rain, according to Song Yao, they were the resources that the two organizations competed for, and the RCA collapsed, but didn't the establishment go overseas? It's good to enjoy the shade with your back against a big tree, so why struggle here?

"There are a lot of things here that I can't explain in one or two sentences." Ming Junwei took a sip of wine and smacked his lips: "It wasn't our will to walk into the center of the storm at the beginning, and we lost too many friends along the way, and we were all tired. Now that the order is broken, the so-called establishment is just another survivor camp, and it is not clear what is black and white, I don't want to do anything that can be avoided, and I don't want to do anything that provokes fire......" paused, and said: "As for my companions...... Everyone is fine, and besides, I don't know where they are, how can I find them? ”

"What about here? Seriously, it's not wise to hold on. Song Jiu nodded thoughtfully and said, "I've been thinking about it a lot these days, and I always feel that it's a bit childish to fight over there on my own." ”

"You're right." An imperceptible sadness flashed in Ming Junwei's eyes, and he said lightly: "But what can it be?" We've been running, running around, and we're back to where we started. ”

"What about the?" A bold idea suddenly popped up in Song Jiu's mind, and he frowned, "Didn't you escape from the living corpse base camp?" Why do you have to be defensive? It seems that the living corpse has just begun to deploy the plan, and we can finish the battle and go straight to the Yellow Dragon......"

"Huh? Go on. Ming Junwei looked at him with a smile.

Song Jiu pursed his lips and smiled bitterly, spread his hands and said, "It's a bit whimsical. ”

"Not really." Ming Junwei lifted the blindfold and rubbed the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, and said leisurely: "To be honest, there are not too many survivors who can realize the ambitions of those people at the moment, even if there are, most of the choices are to dodge, I am lazy, determined to resist, just your idea is the most correct." ”

"It doesn't make sense." Song Jiu tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "I'm just an ordinary person, I don't have the obligation and ability to liberate the whole world, if I can destroy that base camp, what can I change?" The walking corpses are still coming back from winter to spring, and the living corpses are still not found in the crowd, and the survivors are fighting and killing each other...... Since the results are all the same, why am I stupid and not be the first bird? ”

"What if they succeed in building a society dominated by injectors, where ordinary people are completely oppressed and enslaved?" Ming Junwei was suddenly a little amused, he was reluctant to move, but his words were a little bit like Song Jiu going to be the savior......

"......" Song Jiu did not answer immediately, in fact, this question he had thought about in the riverbank camp. Song Jiu is not a person who can get by and live a chaotic life, there are good and bad things in the world where order collapses, if everything goes well, then he also has a chance to become a trendsetter in rebuilding civilization, but Song Jiu's ambition is not so big, he just wants himself and his people to live, to be able to get out of the haze of collapse, and live like a real person, instead of stealing life.

But the signs of the living corpse stirring up the storm have already been revealed, Song Jiu doesn't know when those people started to have this plan, judging from the information he has heard and seen so far, the other party has already begun to act, and relies on strong resources, mobility and armed forces to carry out in an orderly manner. It may take five or ten years, or maybe two years or even more, for a society with living corpses at the top of the pyramid to come, and at that time, will there be a place for ordinary people like them in the devastated world?

Although there are many walking corpses, they have no senses, and even if they are ignored, they are just a group of walking corpses after all. But living corpses are different, and there is reason to believe that in the near future, the biggest threat to survivors will no longer be the walking corpses and resources, but from a third group that considers themselves to be above the survivors. Song Jiu has studied college and history, and his vague memory can vaguely capture many familiar stories - slavery, which is a word more terrible than death.

"What are you thinking?" Ming Junwei saw that he didn't speak for a long time, his face became more and more solemn, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised, thinking that this kid wouldn't be bluffed into an epiphany by his own words, right? Do you really plan to shoulder morality with iron shoulders, cast spring and autumn with clever hands, and save the world single-handedly?

"I don't know, my brain is a little messy." Song Jiu shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I suddenly remembered a poem." ”

Ming Junwei smiled dumbly, poured him a glass of wine, and said, "Let's hear it." ”

"At first I did not speak when they pursued the *, because I was not the *; Then when they hunted down the Jews, I did not speak, because I was not a Jew; Later, when they went after the union members, I didn't say anything because I wasn't a union member; When they hunted down the Catholics, I did not speak, because I was a Protestant; Finally they came to me, and there was no one left to speak for me. ”

"So?" The smile on Ming Junwei's face faded, and his one-eyed narrowed slightly.

"I don't want to die, and I don't want to be enslaved, and since I saw it, I can't pretend I didn't see it."

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