Yesterday, Zhang Xiaoqiang and they didn't come back in the afternoon, Yang Keer was anxious, she pulled He Wenbin and asked him to send someone to find Zhang Xiaoqiang, He Wenbin was also anxious, but he didn't dare to send someone.

First of all, it was getting late, and it was very dangerous to find someone at night, and secondly, Zhang Xiaoqiang took away 80% of the base's guard force, and he didn't dare to move the rest of the manpower, because the base was the foundation.

The most critical point is that Zhang Xiaoqiang has not come back with dozens of men with guns, that is, he is in big trouble, He Wenbin believes that it should not be a problem to get out alone with Zhang Xiaoqiang's skills, he wishfully believes that Zhang Xiaoqiang has not come back yet, it must be that the situation is still under Zhang Xiaoqiang's control, and there will be news tomorrow.

Yang Keer didn't care about He Wenbin's words, she not only looked for He Wenbin but also found an honest person, and finally found Zhang Huai'an's head, Zhang Huai'an immediately patted his chest and promised to find Zhang Xiaoqiang back, but how could he have the courage? He and a few people didn't even drive the car, just stayed in a few sentry posts at the construction site.

Yang Keer was persuaded by Zhang Huai'an to stay in the base, but she also had her own careful thoughts, and found her own little follower, the child who had never been clean on his body and face followed behind Zhang Huai'an, so Zhang Huai'an cupped.

Listening to Zhang Huai'an's narration, Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little crying and laughing, he nodded and asked Zhang Huai'an to step down, Wang Le got off the bus, he didn't look at Zhang Xiaoqiang, went straight to the 92-type infantry gun, scolding while stroking the gun body, he was scolding those who cleaned the gun body and the barrel, in the end they were not professionals, the 92 gun was not cleaned carefully, some places were rusted, and there was a gun barrel, some stains inside would affect the service life of the gun barrel.

Yang Ke'er cried like Zhang Xiaoqiang complaining about He Wenbin, honest people, and Zhang Huai'an, speaking of Zhang Huai'an, Yang Le'er gritted her teeth angrily, she said: "I don't care, you must scold him severely, if it wasn't for Meow Meow telling me, I didn't know that this old guy was hiding and sleeping, I was really angry with me." ”

"Uh......, who's Meowmeow?" Zhang Xiaoqiang sounded like he was calling a cat, Yang Keer glanced at Zhang Xiaoqiang and said, "I've lived together for so long and don't know other people's names?" It's Sister Xu's child......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang was too lazy to listen, a boy actually had the same name as a cat, so not called "Wangwang?" ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang began to assign tasks, and Zhang Huai'an took a few of his subordinates to bring back the crowd and supplies captured at the gathering place today, and handed over to Zhang Huai'an with the third son.

Those men and women were ordered to walk towards the two buses, Li Zhu was also among them, when he saw that there were so many people who came to greet Zhang Xiaoqiang, his heart was also steady, and the others saw that dozens of men wearing military uniforms and helmets came to Zhang Xiaoqiang's subordinates, and they were also completely honest.

The two men carried the clothes on the stretcher, and there was the crippled Susie lying on the stretcher, in the process of moving the stretcher, she kept looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang, looking at Yang Keer who was held in Zhang Xiaoqiang's arms, looking at Shangguan Qiaoyun who was standing behind Zhang Xiaoqiang with a Garand rifle on his back, looking at the huge convoy that greeted Zhang Xiaoqiang, and watching the honest man walk towards Zhang Xiaoqiang with more than 100 subordinates with an arrogant face, finally, she retracted her gaze, sighed, and then was carried to the car...... The honest man brought the big truck and the big crane from the base today, and his eyes lit up when he looked at the big iron gate of the prison, which was a real national military product, and it was more reliable than the gate he was going to weld with steel plates.

Fifty men in military uniforms lined up in five columns waiting for Zhang Xiaoqiang to review, these people were all temporarily expanded this morning, each of them had a machete, a composite shield, half of them carried a cottage sniper crossbow on their backs, and a quiver made of leather bags with twenty short-tailed crossbow arrows inserted in it.

He Wenbin equipped these trainee combatants with all the cold weapons made by Wang Le, not because he was reluctant to equip them with guns, but because these people had never touched a gun when they were so old, and they didn't even know where to load the rifle, it was better to give them a big sword and iron shield, at least they could use these things easily.

Everything is ready, Zhang Xiaoqiang took a team that has grown several times to the arsenal here, the road was very smooth, and it was smooth and smooth so that Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't believe it, there were no zombies, all the zombies were in the iron cage, there were no mice, and the dead rats saw a lot along the way, all of them were big rats that escaped after being injured, and they escaped to half of them and died on the side of the road.

When they saw the collapsed wall and the mountains of dead rats, the honest people and the newcomers today were collectively inhaling cold air, while Zhang Xiaoqiang and the three sons were relieved, it was really a nightmare to fight with rats yesterday.

Looking at the dead rats all over the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang called the honest man to say a few words in his ear, and the honest man looked embarrassed, and finally nodded.

All of Zhang Xiaoqiang's subordinates are divided into two groups, one group is sorting dead mice, peeling those that are still intact and removing the head and tail, and drying them on the fire on the side, some people have a difficult color, and the operation is always awkward, and the team members who ate rat meat yesterday are happy, and from time to time someone feeds the roasted food to their mouths.

Looking at these dead rats Zhang Xiaoqiang is not very comfortable, fortunately these rats have not died for a long time, there is no smell for the time being, the staple food of the base is not lacking, but the meat is lacking to the extreme, those workers have a lot of labor intensity every day, in order to rush to work, some women also go to help carry the ashes, that is all manual work, although Zhang Xiaoqiang found a lot of bacon, but he can't stand the crowd, and now in addition to some of his own private goods, the base has no meat to eat.

The honest man and the third son took the honest weapons in the arsenal to move to the open space outside, looking at the large weapons that were covered with dust, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a little excited, these are all his, the former otaku, the once little people, and now he is also a hegemon, especially when he leveled two gathering points in a row, his subordinates are close to seven hundred, and these people are all relying on him to eat.

He was just a little happy in his heart, he saw that the collapsed wall, the tunnel mouth dug by rats in the wall had been buried at the bottom, and when he thought of Wang Chong, who was resolutely holding a high-explosive bomb and jumping into the rat swarm, the joy in his heart immediately disappeared without a trace.

Everyone else was busy, the third son was counting the ammunition, the honest man was carrying out a Type 92 heavy machine gun with others, Wang Le was leading a few people to overhaul a Type 54 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun, and the bearded man with a rifle and a suit was roasting rat meat while boasting about the delicacy of rat meat to the new brothers.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't look at the busyness of the others, he walked under the collapsed wall and picked up a piece of concrete shards the size of a human head with steel bars and threw them aside, and when the pieces rolled on the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang continued to pick up the next piece, and he continued to slowly clean up the gravel under his feet.

When he picked up another piece of broken pieces and was about to walk a few steps and throw it aside, a pair of delicate plain hands took the broken pieces in his arms, the owner of the pure hands was Shangguan Qiaoyun, Shangguan Qiaoyun didn't ask why, she just took the pieces and walked aside to throw them away, and then walked back to continue to pick up the pieces that Zhang Xiaoqiang cleared.