The sky was raining, and the rain was as big as beans, and the wind and rain were combined.

Zhao Junhou stood at the site of the collapse of the muddy house, looking at the busy figures cleaning up the scene, and was in a daze. Zhao Junian's death led to the severance of the Zhao family's four rooms and one vein, compared to the defeat of a battle, or several divisions were swallowed up by the zombie tide, the crisis of Zhao Valve's bloodline was more like a heavy cloud lingering in the heart of Zhao Junhou, lingering.

Zhao Junhou meditated in the rain, and an attendant stood behind Commander Zhao like a clay sculpture, holding a black umbrella with one arm to shield the commander from the wind and rain.

The rain fell on the umbrella cloth and flowed down the edge of the umbrella to the ground, still stirring up a little mud and splashing on Zhao Junhou's black leather military boots.

"Report to Commander Zhao, there is a new discovery at the excavation site." An officer trotted towards Zhao Junhou regardless of the wind and rain, and his face could not hide the joy on his face.

Interrupted from his thoughts, Zhao Junhou looked at the fat-headed and big-eared colonel officer in front of him, and instinctively felt a trace of disgust.

The colonel officer in front of him was at least a regimental commander. Considerable his bloated figure, fat limbs, and still out of breath under the trot, Zhao Junhou knew that this colonel's combat effectiveness could only be regarded as a scum, and he couldn't even beat his soldiers.

The Northern Army is good at fighting, has always been fierce and arrogant to intimidate the other four major military regions, and also guarded the Northland territory with iron and blood, when did the army begin to have professional bureaucrats?

Zhao Junhou recalled the year when he entered the military from a second lieutenant officer, twelve years ago, any colonel in the Northern Army had at least a personal combat strength of level four or above, and even had command strategy, an officer of this size in front of him should never appear in the upper echelons of the military system!

Five years ago, his father, Zhao Yuanlie, contracted the X virus during the attack on U Province and eventually died. After a series of games, Zhao Junhou inherited the military power in the north by iron-blooded means. However, in order to appease the mood of the northern army and prevent a possible military mutiny, Zhao Junhou implemented a gentle strategy against the northern armies.

The long-term Huairou has already bred a large number of corrupt elements, which has begun to affect the combat effectiveness of the legion, and even made Zhao Junhou feel a sense of loss of control over the army!

The north is no more secure than the interior and the south, and the north is the front line against zombies, and if the combat effectiveness of the army here gradually fades, then the prospects of humanity are even more desperate.

And many things that happened during this time, such as the Huangquan mercenary group that was inexplicably attacked in the Battle of the Falling Hammer, the tragic tragedy that happened in Gravel Town a few days ago, and the attack on the Zhao family this time, everything is full of shadows of the military's black hands.

Zhao Junhou can be sure that a force against him is quietly forming, and a series of actions have been launched. It's just that Zhao Junhou is not sure that there is no involvement of Zhao Lord's children behind these incidents.

However, one thing has become imperative, and that is to completely reorganize the army and cut off those black hands who dare to reach into the military!

The fat-headed and big-eared colonel officer didn't know that his flattery had completely buried his political future, on the contrary, he was excitedly pointing to a corpse and saying like a meritorious person: "Commander, please look, this corpse is the criminal suspect Wang Qiang!" ”

Zhao Junhou looked at Wang Qiang's corpse and felt that there was some familiarity, but he couldn't remember it, and he had never seen it.

"Commander, please see, this is the blade of the criminal Wang Qiang." The colonel's officer picked up a bone blade with difficulty and handed it to Zhao Junhou in a leisurely manner, but because he didn't pay attention when holding the knife, he was accidentally scratched by the blade on his arm.

Seeing the blood flowing from his arm, the colonel's officer was a little embarrassed and said, "Ah, I didn't expect this ugly big knife to be sharp." ”

When Zhao Junhou saw the strange knife, his face couldn't help but be abrupt.

It turned out to be him! Zhao Junhou took the bone knife and immediately recognized Wang Qiang, the bearded swordsman who had saved his life on the Black Mountain in the past, he couldn't imagine that this person was so young!

It's a shame that he asked Jeonbuk to find this person, no wonder for so long, the military didn't find him, it turned out that the difference in age was too big.

According to Zhao Ting, Wang Qiang resolutely gave up the chance to live in order to save people, and forcibly received Uncle Ming's cross eagle claw.

Uncle Ming is a real fifth-level master, his abilities in the realm of strength and the dark realm are very outstanding, and he has refined a set of ancient martial arts eagle claw skills, in Zhao Valve's old family, Uncle Ming has always been a powerful faction.

Rao is like this, listening to Zhao Ting, when Uncle Ming killed Wang Qiang, Wang Qiang never fought back at all, but only used his head to catch the claws of the cross eagle before he died. But in this way, Uncle Ming's hands were still disabled, and most of his lifelong kung fu was abolished, which indirectly led to the final tragedy.

Zhao Junhou sighed, this person should have been a guest on the seat of Devil's Ridge Mountain, but fate made people, and finally became the enemy of life and death. And the reason for this seems to be nothing more than a battle of will, the world is unpredictable, and creation makes people.

"The commander doesn't have to be sad, Wang Qiang has been ambushed, and the young master's revenge has been avenged! If the commander feels that he can't get rid of the hatred in his heart, his subordinates can order someone to hang Wang Qiang's body on the head of the city to show the public, or break the corpse into thousands of pieces, and let the commander let out a vicious breath. The colonel's officer observed the words and hurriedly slapped the horse's ass, but unexpectedly slapped the horse's leg.

Zhao Junhou didn't want to talk to this fat-headed and big-eared colonel, but at this time he also asked with interest, "What's your name?" ”

The colonel is like hearing the sound of heaven, and the commander actually asks his name, this is to remember himself!

"Report to the commander, the subordinate surname is Wei, the single name is a Jie, the younger brothers all call me Brother Wei, you can just call me Xiao Wei, hehe." The colonel replied in a humble manner.

Zhao Junhou's black jujube-like face couldn't help but almost laugh, this guy is full of fat brains, stupid.

"Are you from the Tenth Division? What position do you currently have, what year did you enlist in the army, and what major did you study? Zhao Junhou asked.

The military academies of the Northern Army are set up within the military region, and every year the military selects outstanding personnel and sends them to the Northern Military Academy for training.

"Report to the commander, my subordinate enlisted in the army in 2108, studied logistics management at the old Third Army Military Academy, and his current subordinate position is the head of the logistics department of the 11th Division." Wei Jie replied.

When Zhao Junhou heard this, his face finally eased: "It turned out to be from the old third army, um." "The old Third Army was the foundation army of the Zhao family fifteen years ago, and it belonged to the capital of the political arena in the old era. Later, the zombie virus broke out, and the old third army, as the mainstay of the fight against the corpse tide in the dark years of Z Province, laid a big sky for Zhao Valve. However, in the end, the old Third Army was completely broken up and rebuilt because of the serious attrition, and there are not many members of the old Third Army alive today.

It turned out to be someone from the old Third Army, and Zhao Junhou didn't want to pursue it any further, so he said to the colonel: "You go down." ”

Zhao Junhou's heart is like a mirror, judging from the wounds suffered by Zhao Valve Tiewei, there are knife blades, sword wounds, and bullet wounds, and even strands of hair as tough as iron can be taken out from Tiewei's body. This fully shows that the iron guard was attacked by a group of masters, and it caused his death.

And Wang Qiang is only one person, even if he has the ability to kill all the iron guards, then the wound should only be a knife wound, not to mention that Wang Qiang is already dead.

So it's not that simple.

"Commander, what to do with this Wang Qiang's corpse?" Wei Jie asked.

"Find a good place outside Montenegro to bury." Zhao Junhou replied casually.

"Thick ...... Bury? Wei Jie felt a little incredible, whether Commander Zhao was too merciful to the enemy.

"Huh?" Zhao Junhou was stunned for a moment, and then realized the problem, if he buried Wang Qiang, I am afraid that he will also face the accountability of the family. Zhao Junhou pointed to the corpses that died in the collapse of the building and asked, "What do you do with these people?" ”

"Tell the commander, if the corpse is not handled well, it is easy to cause corpse changes, and if you dig and bury it, the zombies may smell the smell and gouge the corpse from the ground to eat, and cremation is a waste of fuel. If the bodies of these civilians are not claimed, they are generally thrown into the Heishui River, flowing down the river to the Yangtze River, and finally into the sea, and the zombies are afraid of the water and dare not go to the river to salvage the corpses. Wei Jie replied.

Zhao Junhou nodded and said, "Then follow the way civilians deal with it, remember not to show his head to the public, and leave him a whole corpse." After speaking, Zhao Junhou turned around and left. After taking a few steps, Zhao Junhou suddenly asked the attendant officer with the umbrella behind him: "Yu Nian, did Qian Hao and the two of them lose contact in Black Mountain City?" ”