acT29: Mouth Artillery Offensive Song Jiu thought of no less than ten kinds of opening statements, some of which were bloody and motivating, and some of which were euphemistic and appeased.

However, when he stood up and was about to speak, he still put aside all the words that had been brewing for a long time, and resolutely chose the most direct way.

"Everyone has worked hard today, but we can't relax our vigilance for the time being, eat first, and I will divide the three posts to patrol the night later, everyone cheers up."

"Liu Yan, you divide three people into the night team, and you arrange the rest by yourself, and there must be people with guns on the side of the corner towers and broken wall fortifications."

"Women and children can rest in peace tonight, recuperate their spirits, and have a new task for you tomorrow."

"If there are any doubts, you can ask them now. In addition, let me introduce myself, my name is Song Jiu, and I will be in charge of camp security today. Song Jiu spoke neither fast nor slow, to ensure that everyone present could hear his words clearly, and glanced around with cold eyes, except for Liu Yan who nodded to indicate that he received the order, the rest of the people were all dazed in the clouds.

Not only were the camp militia confused, but Luo Yu and the others were also a little stupid, they had briefly communicated in the back before, and they felt that the first night was the best natural transition.

It was urgent to fight against the walking corpses during the day, so the militia team was able to keep up with Song Jiu's pace, and now that the danger had been lifted, it was unrealistic to want them to obediently obey the command.

Song Jiu thought so at first, so he scratched his ears and cheeks and pondered the opening words to appease people's hearts, but he temporarily changed his mind.

This time is different from the past, if it was placed three years ago, Song Jiu temporarily led the team to disperse the walking corpses and preserve the camp today, even if such feats could not serve the public for a long time, at least it would not be a problem to give orders in a short time.

It's a pity that it's three years later, and these survivors who look harmless to humans and animals in front of them are no longer the panicked waste snacks at the beginning of the catastrophe.

It is true that there are certainly some of these people who have survived by luck, but there is no denying that there is another part of the people who have hidden hearts.

Living corpses aside, those who rely more on strength than on luck, can they casually worship the mountain and recognize the boss?

Until then, they were content with the status quo and no one jumped around, because they had seen the powerful force of living corpses and the endless supply of materials to support life.

What does Song wine have? Who is Song Jiu? Which green onion is Song wine? The survivors are not stupid, the scar-faced bald and thorny man died and disappeared one after another, and the attitude of the chef Niangjia was reversed, these two things already made them smell a familiar smell, coupled with Song Jiu's words just now, it confirmed Song Jiu's idea of planning to stand up.

Who was in the square in the afternoon, indignantly accusing the militia of mutiny? It's Song wine. And who is the same person in the same place who is saying the same thing as the militia in the afternoon?

Or Song wine. Why? You shout twice, and the camp will be yours? We lost fifty lives, what about you Song wine?

Unscathed, he also brought back the twenty or thirty people whose whereabouts were unknown. That's not how you pick up cheap, right?

The vast majority of silent militiamen had this idea in their hearts, so they chose to remain silent, neither jumping out to express their opposition nor carrying out their orders.

But without exception, they all turned their displeased eyes to Liu Yan, the only one who responded to Song Jiu, and there were many of them who whispered insults.

Song Jiu was not in a hurry, quietly waiting for the mood of the crowd to ferment, and now he couldn't wait for someone to jump out and publicly call him out.

That's right, the reason why Song Jiu changed his mind was to cut through the mess quickly. He had never had the luxury of hoping to win hearts and minds in the First World War, not to mention that the militia was mixed with the biggest threat - living corpses.

Will there be a safe transition tonight? Nature is possible, but what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? Unless you kill all the people in the camp, you will definitely not be able to achieve the best of both worlds in the short term.

Since you have to face the gong and drum in front of each other sooner or later, why continue to behave in a cozy manner, the living corpse is coming back soon, and Song Jiu must completely control the camp before this, so he can only let Corporal Lixian and his personality charm die first, and then find a way to pick it up later.

Luo Yu immediately understood Song Jiu's thoughts, but he didn't have much confidence. The more people there are, the harder it is to control, let alone outsiders?

In Luo Yu's opinion, the Huairou policy is obviously more suitable for tonight's situation, because Chef Niangjia seems to be on Song Jiu's side, and it is obviously more feasible to work together inside and outside than Song Jiu to force a run-in.

However, Song Jiu had already put his words out, and most of his own words were useless, so he had to continue to observe the development of the situation.

Thinking of this, Luo Yu touched Jiao Ziqian, who was immersed in cooking, and made him vigilant with his eyes, and he quietly pulled out the blade and placed it on his lap under the table.

Song Jiu didn't have time to think too much, he still stood in place and snorted the cigarette without a filter, Song Jiu was actually quite satisfied with the situation in front of him, at least the bookish Liu Yan gave him a positive response.

The night breeze carried the water vapor through the square, blending into the awkward atmosphere of the camp's excessive viscosity. Song Jiu's gaze swept over the faces of these people one by one, half encouraging and half defiant, hoping that someone would take the lead to pick out all the thorns, but unfortunately, the people who touched the eyes looked away, and no one wanted to be a head bird.

The reason is very simple, the most fierce man who shouted in the square in the afternoon, and was hung out by everyone...... He didn't make it back alive.

In the course of the fighting, the militiamen were too busy to take care of themselves, and no one noticed how the unlucky companion died.

But this did not prevent their imagination from unbridled, combined with Song Jiu's eyes, the militiamen were sure that the guy was killed by Song Jiu.

Song Jiu was a little disappointed, and suddenly realized the depression of those teachers in his student days...... Will the question be done?

What do you say? Do you agree with my leadership position? You guys squeak?! Do people need to communicate well with each other?

？ Just as Song Jiu was secretly savoring the frustration, he vaguely saw that someone seemed to be moving in the corner of the long table.

Song Jiu was overjoyed, and turned the muzzle of the gun with the enthusiasm of catching the adulterer, but saw Xu Aifei sitting there with an embarrassed face, and next to her happened to be the acne girl and the indifferent man.

Song Jiu was stunned for a moment, looked at the strange faces of Xu Aifei and the acne girl, and immediately understood. Obviously, the indifferent man couldn't get used to Song Jiu's appearance of pointing out the country, and planned to jump out to be Guevara, but he was stopped by Xu Aifei and the acne girl.

Everyone's eyes followed, Luo Yu and the others frowned slightly, thinking about how to train him in the future; The militiamen looked forward to him, eager to shout and cheer for him, as if they were poking a stupid dog on the wall.

Song Jiu sneered in his heart, he was worried that there was no trouble, and he almost forgot about you, so he pushed the boat down the river and threw the hot potato to the indifferent man: "Oh? What does this friend have to say? To be bold and say, it doesn't matter, everyone will be open and honest tonight, and it will be troublesome to do things in the future. At the end, he added a very cheap sentence: "Don't be afraid." "The indifferent man is not bad at fist and foot kung fu, he is a practitioner, but the measurement is really not good, looking at the face, it is estimated that he is three or five years older than Song Jiu, but he regretted that he was hit by Song Jiu's naïve agitation, and stood up with a cold snort.

Song Jiu sat back on the main seat satisfied, rubbed a cigarette with Mengfan, and squinted to see what waves he could make.

These people rescued from the warehouse did not reveal their identities for the time being, and the others thought that Song Jiu brought them, so when they saw that they were fighting themselves, they all had a gloating and good show expression.

Only Liu Yan put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, swept the indifferent man with some godless eyes, and then shook his head with a sneer, and continued to concentrate on cooking.

"The camp is everyone's, everyone is equal, and we are used to finding Sister Jia when we have problems." The indifferent man did not show weakness, and his eyes turned back.

"Well, that's true, but it's not related to the question I just mentioned." Song Jiu threw away a smirk and continued to stimulate the bottom line of this guy's patience: "I have no intention of creating a class, but there must always be a division of labor in a group of places, Sister Jia is already very tired of taking care of housekeeping, do you have to go to Sister Jia to fight with a knife and a gun?" I think you're in pretty good shape, do you want a woman to stand in front of you? ”

"You don't have to change concepts. I ask you, how long have you been at camp? Why did we step on fifty lives to take over the camp we had worked so hard to build? "The indifferent man is also quite bad, and he directly released the historical trick of seniority, but he seems to have forgotten a few things...... First, the construction of the camp had nothing to do with him; Second, except for a limited number of people such as Acne Girl, the rest of the people also don't know which onion he is.

So, see the indifferent man take

"Seniority" and Song Jiu argued, and several older men did not hide the disappointment in their eyes: alas, he is a stupid chick again.

This kind of non-lethal questioning was naturally not among Song Jiu's responses, Xin Mengfan coughed lightly, directing everyone's attention to himself, and then showed a delicate smile, and said in a snort: "Brother Jiu has not been in the camp for a long time, but didn't you just say that everyone is equal?" How can an equal place still pay attention to old qualifications? Besides, if it weren't for Brother Jiu and everyone fighting for their lives today, how would you have a chance to appear here...... Also, if I'm not mistaken, you seem to have been rescued from the dungeon by Brother Jiu, right? Do you want to be ashamed? Xin Mengfan was exquisite, and he didn't say anything about the indifferent man's painful feet, and took the opportunity to shake out the fact that there were living corpses in the camp.

"And everyone here, don't think that you can sit back and relax after passing the walking corpse level today, do you know that there may be a living corpse sitting next to you? Did you know that this idiot and a few of us were all imprisoned in the dungeon by living corpses? Do you know that after a while, the living corpses will return, and you will not escape the fate of prisoners??? A layer stirred up a thousand waves, and Xin Mengfan's angry words were like a mine, which instantly exploded in the crowd.

Luo Yu shook her head helplessly, this should have been said by Song Jiu, but she was good, and her bald mouth was squirted out.

However, it does not hinder the overall situation, the living corpses are in the crowd, the militia does not know Xu Aifei, and the living corpses will not be unrecognizable, since they can't hide it, it is better to put it on the table directly, which can also invisibly cause some pressure on the hidden living corpses.

Xin Mengfan smiled apologetically at Song Jiu and threw a flying kiss in the air. Song Jiu smiled faintly, his lines were robbed, and he had nothing to say for a while, so he had to pick up the plum wine and moisten his throat, waiting for the restless crowd to enter the next link.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Is there any evidence?"

"Yes, empty words, how can we believe it?"

"......" The sound of gossiping questions came surgingly, and no one paid attention to the indifferent man standing in place, and the square under the night finally ended the awkward silence and became noisy again.

"He's right, it's true." Chef Niangjia appeared outside the crowd at the right time, and walked into the field step by step with her arms in her arms.

She didn't wear the white chef's outfit tonight, but her face was still calm, just like her voice, cold and cold, but with a convincing magic.

Song Jiu was not surprised by her help, but his attention was not on this cold young woman at the moment, the moment Chef Niangjia spoke out to corroborate it, Song Jiu keenly observed two people, two people whose faces changed drastically!

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