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Zhang Xiaoqiang ate very happily, the burns on his body had already formed a layer of hard shell, which was carefully torn off by Shangguan Qiaoyun, the skin and flesh were tender and red, but it was more delicate than the old skin on his face, more than ten catties of shrimp meat disappeared endlessly in his stomach and turned into energy, and when the umami of the shrimp was detected by the tongue, he knew that the food he needed to supplement was almost there, and after swallowing the shrimp meat in his mouth, he didn't continue to eat, looking at the big chela and Yang Ke'er waiting together, as a glutton, he was as anxious as Yang Ke'er, Silently waiting for the big chela to be burned, so that I could taste the tender meat in the big chela.

Huang Quan walked over gloomily and muttered a few words in Zhang Xiaoqiang's ear, and after Zhang Xiaoqiang heard it, his brows that had been slightly relaxed tightened again.

"Why is there no one around him to take a picture? Where did the man who took care of him die? This is dereliction of duty, a crime, a great sin of abandoning one's post without permission!! ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but get angry, stood up and kicked the chair under him away, Zhang Xiaoqiang was angry, several women looked at Huang Quan in surprise, I don't know what Huang Quan said, causing Zhang Xiaoqiang to be so angry, even Yang Keer no longer cares about her grilled shrimp claws, worried about Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded a few words, then suppressed his anger, took a few deep breaths, showed a difficult smile to the girls with a worried face, and said softly:

"It's okay... It's okay... It's a little problem with the militia below, you keep eating, I'll go down..."

After speaking, Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around and left, Huang Quan followed closely, although the three women were worried, they did not follow, Zhang Xiaoqiang's words were very clear, let them continue to eat, just don't want them to follow.

"From the night onwards, there was always a man watching him, and he behaved fairly steadily, without shouting, and when I went to see him, I had to tell him that I would find him a daughter-in-law, turn him into a mechanic, learn a trade, and eat by his craft, and we would supply him and his daughter-in-law with food until he died of natural causes.

He also agreed, and told us not to worry, but I didn't expect it... I don't blame the person who took care of him, that person has always been very dedicated, he didn't sleep all night to take care of him, just when he was eating, he went to fetch him food, it was only a few minutes, and when he went back, he ・・・・・"

Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded, and went down the deck to the first floor, just down to the first floor, the air seemed to become dull, and the militia stood on the deck silently, which was completely different from the bustle of the second deck.

There was a corpse in the center of the deck, wearing militia uniforms, the corpse was lying upright on the ground, one right foot was gone, the place where the shoes were worn was covered with thick bandages, the earthy yellow militia clothes were completely soaked with blood, the wound was on the neck, a gap cut the entire neck artery, the gurgling blood had not yet flowed out, it was still slowly oozing, and a pool of blood accumulated on the deck below.

This militiaman was yesterday's unlucky ghost, he was caught by a mutant shrimp and cut off his right foot when he got on the boat, and his life was saved by Liu Biao, but unfortunately, he took advantage of the people who took care of him to eat, and cut the artery with a bayonet.

With that young and immature face, Zhang Xiaoqiang slowly closed his eyes, and after three or five seconds, he opened them suddenly, glancing at the standing militia one by one, and everyone who came into contact with his eyes couldn't help but lower their heads, as if they were surrendering.

"When you become a soldier, your life is not your own, you will die at any time, I believe you all know... Four died yesterday, one is a regular member, I won't talk about it, and three are militiamen like you, don't think that the militia is not a soldier!!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang said that the militia listened, and in the last days, they were accustomed to death, whether it was unrelated people who died, or it was militiamen like them who died, as long as they did not have corpses, they could continue to be ostriches, shrink their heads in their helmets, and continue to live happily.

When the corpse wearing the same military uniform was placed in front of them, they thought of themselves from the corpse, and naturally lost their morale in silence, such a soldier, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not dare to take him out to fight, once he encountered a bad situation, he was either killed in the escape, or died in a panic.

So Zhang Xiaoqiang and the others shouted loudly, trying to inspire their courage, and after shouting the above words, Zhang Xiaoqiang stood in front of a militiaman in stride, pulled the rifle hanging on his shoulder and yelled at him:

"What is this? Tell me... What is this? ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang's expression was fierce, with a strong aura, which made the militiaman at a loss, and replied tremblingly: "Gun..."

"When ・・・・・" Zhang Xiaoqiang slapped him on the helmet, slapped the cowardly guy out, and crashed headfirst into the crowd, Zhang Xiaoqiang scolded: "Useless thing." He glanced at all the team members again, and at this time the second deck was also quiet, and the militia above stood on it through the gap, and went down together.

"You have guns on your backs・・・・・ you can kill the enemy, you can protect yourself, but last night, did you really do it? A guy threw away his rifle and ran away and was shot, shouldn't he be dead? ”

With that, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked up to another militiaman, stared into his eyes, and shouted: "You say, should he die?" ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes were almost out of his sockets, the sides of his fierce pupils were covered with bloodshots, which made the militiaman's heart tremble, and he could barely hold back a sense of urine, Zhang Xiaoqiang's saliva splashed by his roar sprayed on his face, and he didn't dare to move at all, just desperately straightened his body, listening to Zhang Xiaoqiang's roar with all his body, and after Zhang Xiaoqiang asked this, he roared loudly for the first time:

"Damn, if he doesn't die, he'll kill everyone, and those who escape will kill !!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang's face changed, his expression suddenly became kind, with a slight smile, he nodded at the tense militia, patted him on the shoulder and turned around.

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around and walked three steps, turned around again suddenly, looked at everyone and said:

"Your life is not your own, it belongs to everyone, and your every move will implicate others, so you have to have brains, you know, you have to have brains, two were killed in battle yesterday, remember, I'm talking about war deaths, do they have brains?

No!!! They don't have !! One gets carried away and is about to succeed. How happy is laughing, jumping, and having fun, and he doesn't have time to go to his feet?

He really didn't have time, because he forgot that he was on the battlefield of life and death, and he was celebrating in a comfortable playground, so he died, a good warrior, a warrior who had the courage to go to hand-to-hand combat, and died so worthless.

There is also a person named Liu Biao, this person is known to most of you, he is the best among you, remember, it is the best among hundreds of you, he is the first batch of meritorious personnel, and he is also the first batch of militia leaders, if he does not die, he is the militia captain standing here.

But what's the point? He's dead, he's died brave, he's been running into hundreds of mutant shrimp for a long time, but does it make sense? He didn't achieve real results, he didn't contribute much to the retreat, the only contribution was that he saved a companion, and the companion he saved with his life died in front of you. ”