Zhang Ling is different from the men on the side, she is wearing a black cheongsam, showing her delicate and clear figure perfectly, with black high heels and flesh-colored stockings, and wearing a black lady hat on her head.

Wang Xia on the side is different from her, her equipment is the same as that of men, a neat black slim suit, still tied in a ponytail, and the whole person is young and heroic.

And Gao Qian, who has short white hair, feels different about the whole person, with a slim suit on the upper body, a black suit and short skirt on the lower body, two smooth and straight long legs wrapped in knee-high boots, looming in the wind, and a black windbreaker behind her is draped over her shoulders.

The back waist is slightly exposed in the trench coat, and the scabbard and handle at both ends are slightly exposed, which also adds to the majesty and temptation of a woman, and the bright red lips with sunglasses make people look uncontrollable.

The survivors at the entrance of the hotel all stepped back, they didn't know what seemed to be the first recent action at the trading point, but they could guess from their formal attire what they might be going to do.

Jiang Shan looked at the dress of Ning Jiang and the others around him, and smiled, the black suit was Zhang Ling's idea, the old Wang Tou had already gone, several people had known him for a long time, and they were somewhat sad in their hearts, all like before the end of the world, to pay tribute to the deceased, dressed in formal black clothes, showing respect.

Ningjiang Chen Long was holding a horse chopping knife in his hand, all of them looked heroic and extraordinary, and their bodies were much stronger after the end of the world, making them all look so upright, but Chen Long's empty sleeves in one hand looked a little weird.

The bald head on the side, wearing a loose suit, looks a little tight, the huge belly, the shirt that supports it is a little bulging, and the open suit, although it can't be compared with Jiang Shan, but it is also extraordinary.

Zhang Qingyang buttoned up his suit, tied up his sleeves, closed the hotel door, and then followed a few people.

In the hotel trading point, Chen Cheng and others had already returned to the Textile City stronghold with Bao Hui in the past two days, and Bao Hui had not yet returned because of Jiang Shan's task arrangement.

Jiang Shan's face with sunglasses looked up at the sunny weather, slowly exhaled, and turned his head to look at the men and women around him, these were his partners and the people who followed him, and an inexplicable feeling came in his heart, but he quickly adjusted his mentality.

patted Zhang Ling's buttocks on the side, and under the woman's shy expression, she first thought about walking to the edge of the airport base.

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On the edge of the airport's trading base, in a field near the runway, a large group of people stood motionless.

The crowd gathered, as if waiting for something, or thinking about something, all facing the ground in front of them, silent and silent.

A small tomb, exposed in front of the crowd, a small earthen bag-like tomb, at first glance is artificially built, a large stone slab at the front end, carved with several large characters.

"The Tomb of the Militia Leader Wang Militia"

It can be seen that it was carved with a sword, and although the font is a little messy, it is still decent.

Jiang Shan stood silently in front of the tombstone, some emotions were surging in his heart, for the old king, maybe in addition to Maizi and a few old guys from the militia group here, he also had a deep friendship with the old king.

After getting along for a while, he knows very well about the old king's honesty and responsibility, but now looking at the tombstone in front of him, everything has passed.

There are many things that you can't dodge, just like the old king has always stood in front of Maizi, he knows his position and his responsibility.

Jiang Shan sighed a little and was a little sad, many people who had experienced battles and life together were constantly leaving, and he couldn't avoid it, but he hoped that he could grasp them and let them live better.

Exhaling a breath, Jiang Shan took off his cap, and in an instant, his bald head was exposed to the air.

Raising the three incense sticks lit in his hands, he slowly raised his hands to his chest and bowed respectfully in front of the tombstone of Wang militia.

Behind him were Zhang Ling, Wang Xia, Gao Qian, then Ningjiang Bald Quan Chen Long, Zhang Qingyang, Pan Datou, and then Sanmao and other personnel of the Iron Head Gang, all of whom followed Jiang Shan, raised the incense in their hands and bowed quietly and calmly.

After bowing three times, Jiang Shan leaned over and put incense in front of the tombstone, and then the crowd behind him filled the ground in front of the tombstone with incense in turn.

Looking at Maizi standing by the tombstone and the members of the militia group, Jiang Shan could feel their grief and bitterness that could no longer be expressed.

The old king has always been their spiritual support, and now he has been killed by anthropomorphic beasts, and Maizi has assumed the position of the leader of the militia group, but everyone knows that the concept of the old king head in their hearts is incomparable.

However, it takes time to adapt, and a team, surviving in the end times, is always an experience of fighting and dying on the brink of death, so that they can unite and be strong.

Jiang Shan looked at Maizi and didn't know if this young man could take on this important responsibility.

Walking to Maizi's side, he patted Maizi on the shoulder, and could feel the trembling of his body, and the sadness was like ink that could not be dissolved, rendering in the atmosphere.

"There is still a long way to go, if you want to continue with Lao Wang's team, try to become stronger! If you need anything to tell me, I will help you if I can! ”

Jiang Shan's hand pinched Maizi's still strong shoulder, and he whispered.

Maizi looked up at him, wanted to say anything but couldn't, just nodded quietly.

Jiang Shan turned around and walked away, quietly taking out a cigarette on the side, while Zhang Ling obediently took out the lighter and helped him light it, and several people just watched everything that was quiet here.

"Maizi, don't talk about the past! In the future, I will use it for my Pan Jun, and I will use it for my Iron Head Gang! Open your mouth though! ”

Pan Datou looked at the wheat in front of him, exhaled a breath, and said in a low voice, he is the most direct about the relationship between the old king and the wheat, they are against each other and then pull and pull from the music club to the present, they are really like enemies and partners.

Ning Jiang and the others were all standing quietly, they were very familiar with Maizi and Lao Wangtou, but in this situation now, it was difficult for them to open their mouths to persuade anything, everything was a process of growth, just like them in Fengxian County.

Jiang Shan took out three cigarettes, took the lighter from Zhang Ling's hand, lit it in his mouth, and then placed them on the tombstone of the old king's head in turn.

"Lao Wang, smoke a cigarette and then go! Bon voyage! ”

Jiang Shan bowed again, then put on his hat, turned around and left.

Gao Qian and the other three women also bowed with him and left, and Ning Jiang and the others also walked in turn.

When Pan Datou's Iron Head Gang also left, only Maizi and the militia group were left in the quiet field at this time, and after a while, under Maizi's greeting, the militia group also left, leaving him alone, standing quietly in front of the tombstone of the old king.

Holding on to the tombstone, Maizi's whole body trembled silently, and tears finally flowed out uncontrollably.