This question was so unexpected.

Xinyan and Jiang Wanqi looked at each other, each other's eyes were full of surprise, doubt, concern, and more importantly, they were still vigilant.

Ziwei kept urging: "Why don't you speak?" Don't be embarrassed."

Xinyan's gaze was as emotionless as an ice cube. She stared at Ziwei, trying to see through the man's heart.

Xinyan knows that many men like themselves. But on this issue, there was no room for negotiation at all, and she never thought about giving her body for food. In the mind of the "queen bee", there is only one "queen bee". Others can be envious, they can be jealous, and they can look at themselves with many emotional eyes, but it is absolutely impossible to be bold and covetous. There is only one way to break this taboo, and there is no second option.

When he was in the headquarters office, if possible, Xinyan really wanted to kill Chen Shang. However, that kind of thing can only be thought about at most, he is a lieutenant general after all, and a series of problems caused by killing people will only bring more trouble to Su Hao. If you want to take revenge, you can only wait slowly for future opportunities.

Now, the Ziwei in front of him is just a lieutenant colonel. If this man's mind was full of dirty thoughts like Chen Shang, Xinyan wouldn't mind killing a hundred people. She was an officer in the Guards Bureau, and she lost a lieutenant colonel, which was almost the limit of her status and authority.

Thinking of this, Xinyan gradually put away the coldness on his face and nodded slightly with a slightly normal expression: "Yes, we need food." ”

Ziwei looked at her deeply and stretched out his right hand: "Show me your military ID card." ”

Although he didn't quite understand the other party's purpose, Xinyan still took out his ID from his jacket pocket and handed it over.

Ziwei looked through it carefully. When he returned the documents to Xinyan, he continued: "When you were in the office hall, you once said that Brigadier General Su Hao, commander of the 11th Independent Force, is your husband? ”

Xinyan frowned, undisguised the sarcasm in his words: "What, is there a problem?" ”

Ziwei still stretched out his hand, and his black eyes were clear: "Since you are husband and wife, you must have photos and other things with you." Can you show me? ”

Xinyan's face froze.

That's a bit too much.

She didn't understand what this officer named Ziwei was thinking? But no matter what, it always makes people feel very uncomfortable for a man to ask for a photo of a woman.

"Don't worry, I have no ill will."

Ziwei laughed: "I just wanted to confirm your identity. To introduce myself, I am the deputy commander of the 338 Infantry Division. Again———— I have no ill intentions, I just want to help you

These words were very sincere, Xinyan slowly put away his hostility, stared at Ziwei for a few seconds, took out the necklace from the inside of the combat suit, opened the button on the pendant, and shook the photo of Su Hao embedded in it.

Ziwei looked very seriously, he lowered his head, retrieved Su Hao's information from the portable computer and compared it for a moment, and smiled again: "Very good, I don't have any problems." Now, please follow my car and go to the station of the 2nd Infantry Regiment. ”

Following his guidance, Xinyan and Jiang Wanqi saw a military off-road vehicle parked not far away.

Just as Ziwei was about to leave from the car door, Jiang Wanqi leaned his head out of the car window and asked, "Who is the commander of the 338th Infantry Division?" ”

"We have just been withdrawn from the eastern front to recuperate."

Ziwei glanced at her and replied calmly: "The regiment commander and the chief of staff are both killed in battle. Now I am the Supreme Commander of the 338 Infantry Division. ”

Ziwei didn't lie.

Entire nations, entire continents, and entire human beings in the world are caught in an unprecedented biological war. The eastern coastal zone has always been a densely populated area, and it is also the area where most of the military forces are concentrated. On the entire eastern defense line, more than sixty group armies and more than three million troops were concentrated. Behind this dense line of defense are base cities. In this way, the army and the rear rely on each other and maintain the balance of combat power in the region in which they are located.

Both the "Eastern Line" and the "Northern Line" are simply abbreviated terms in the customary concept. On the electronic map, there are actually only red and green areas. Red, representing a city occupied by mutated creatures. Green, which means the base city and the area controlled by the army. In terms of area, the green area is much larger than the red area. In comparison, the former is more like the background of the latter, like a huge green carpet with dazzling red clusters of light.

Since the outbreak of the virus, the army's success has been very limited, and most of the targets have been villages and towns, as well as smaller cities. A large number of civilians poured into the cleared areas and began to rebuild new homes, while the army held the north and east, relying on the Yangtze River waterway and the road and railway network, with the "Class A" troops with strong combat effectiveness as the vanguard, and the "Class B" troops with slightly weaker combat strength as the rear, building defense areas layer by layer.

Battles broke out on a daily basis on the front line, and the scale of the engagements could be a squad or a division. Without the base city, the front line simply cannot be maintained. Without a recruit training institution such as the Eleventh Separate Unit, the shortage of front-line personnel could not be filled.

To paraphrase the future world: "This is actually a protracted battle between humanity and the virus." They snatched the place of residence from us, and we had no choice but to fight back. This is a contest between life and death, a war between evolution and species. We may all die, but we don't regret it. Because we have fought, tried, and fought. ”

The casualty rate of the 338 Infantry Division was as high as fourteen percent. In accordance with the relevant regulations, they withdrew all the way to the Xinliuzhou area for rest. In addition to receiving personnel replenishment, equipment must be replaced, and officers and armored units undergo further tactical training

Not everyone is greedy for life and afraid of death, in Ziwei's opinion, his regiment commander and chief of staff are heroes who stand up to the sky. When the line of defense was at its most dangerous, they rushed up with a platoon of guards. Although he died in battle, he gave the reinforcements time to maneuver. In that battle, the regiment wiped out thousands of mutated creatures, and the engineering troops pushed the fortifications forward by hundreds of meters. The regimental commander, the chief of staff, and the guards did not make it back alive, and only a dozen bones were found.

When people die, that's actually what it is. A fire burns to ashes, and no one is more noble than the other. But there are always names that remain in the hearts of the living, people will read them, remember them, and always cry silently when they think of them on a particular occasion.

Su Hao's words at the military headquarters meeting were known to many people with the spread of public channels. Ziwei admired Su Hao's courage very much, he didn't know whether the order of the Lu Dao Military Department was correct or not, but he felt respect for Su Hao's courage to lead the team to rescue the defeated soldiers on the front line. He believes that there are many people who are as enthusiastic about that video as he is.

Because, that's the real soldier.

When the regiment withdrew, it carried a lot of supplies, including weapons and ammunition, as well as fuel and food. In the warehouse of the station, a part of the grain was originally stored. Cumulatively, the total is more than 400 tons.

Looking at the dozen or so trucks full of food in front of him, Xinyan completely dispelled his worries. His mind was full of surprises, as well as gratitude and apprehension for Ziwei.

"These things are given to us, so what are you going to do?"

Xinyan looked around at the soldiers who were busy nearby, and said very uneasily: "This is your supplies for the next period of time, I can't take them all." No, that's not going to work————"

"It's okay, the Eleventh Separate Army needs it more than we do."

Ziwei took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and smoked slowly against the already cool wind: "I have already reported to the logistics department of the group army, and at the latest the day after tomorrow, new supplies will be delivered." Speaking of which, I'm more or less your light. Hehe, what you eat is old grain, but what we eat is new rice. ”

This is a joke, but it is also true.

Xinyan's eyes were full of gratitude. She looked at the man in front of her who had just entered middle age, and said seriously, "Xie Lu Xie"

Ziwei spat out a large puff of smoke, smiled lightly and shook his head: "You're welcome." ”

"There's something I don't quite understand."

Xinyan was not moved by Ziwei's words in the slightest, she looked at the man with a smile: "Can you tell me what you really think?" I think you're helping us more than just because of your comrades. ”

"Hehe, you've seen through ......"

Ziwei didn't have the slightest embarrassment of seeing through his inner secrets. He was silent for a few seconds, then pulled his wallet out of his underwear pocket, opened it, and found a photograph embedded in the inside page made of transparent plastic.

It was a young woman in her twenties, with a blue sky and grass in the background, and she was having fun with a two or three-year-old child in her arms, with a happy smile on her face.

Xinyan's eyes showed surprise———— the woman in the photo was quite similar to Jiang Wanqi, except for the hairstyle and dress, she was almost the same person.

"This is my sister, and my nephew."

Ziwei tilted his head, and the soot was blown up by the wind, and swept wildly into the distance.

He looked at Jiang Wanqi, who was standing next to the truck in the distance, and his tone was full of heaviness and sadness: "When I saw her for the first time, I was only shocked, thinking that it was a miracle that God had specially descended for me. But they are two people after all, and the dead cannot be resurrected, and no one can replace them. If this is seen as a guide to the undead, then my brother must do something for her. ”

Xinyan closed the wallet and handed it back to Ziwei.

She remained silent until the motorcade started its engines and drove out of the barracks gates, never saying a word again.

The driver and the truck were borrowed by Ziwei on a temporary basis, and when the supplies were delivered to their destination, they had to return.

Half an hour later, the barracks had disappeared over the horizon.

Jiang Wanqi chewed a piece of compressed cake as dinner, and said with emotion: "That guy named Ziwei is a good person. Luckily, we didn't run in vain. ”

Xinyan glanced at her, thought for a moment, and said, "He has a younger sister who looks very similar to you." ”

Jiang Wanqi stopped chewing in her mouth, took a large mouthful of half a non-wet cake and a slag piece, widened her eyes, and asked vaguely, "Really, really?" ”

Xinyan nodded seriously: "Really." ”

New Liuzhou Base City, Underground No. 16 Shooting Range.

A howl of extreme pain echoed over the range, a hoarse cry that was only occasionally interrupted, as if to empty all the air in the lungs and turn it into energy to keep the throat moving. The huge dome of the range made the terrible sound "rumble", and the sound waves refracted back from a distance became dull and blurry. Despite the bright lights around the venue and the relaxed music playing in the main control room, the two staff members were still trembling as if they were facing a great enemy, pressing the keyboard to change target positions and operating the computer were clumsy, and cold sweat was constantly oozing from their foreheads.

Chen Shang held a special 20-millimeter individual cannon, his legs apart, firmly nailed to the ground like an iron tower, tilted his head, and his eyes looked indifferently at the target locked by the black cross through the sights above the muzzle

It was a middle-aged man who was tied up three hundred meters away. He was naked, wearing a pair of gray-green military underwear, his hands tied behind his back, and he was firmly fixed to a white background wall more than two meters high. Under the spotlight, you can see that the walls are scattered with sauce-colored blood spots. On the man's head, neck, legs, feet, and the edges of his body, there were bullet holes the size of wine cups.

To the eyes of a normal person, these bullet holes are about the same distance, and the accuracy is as if they had been measured with a ruler. The man's arms are spread flat along his shoulders, his legs remain upright, and the whole pose forms a cross. He was firmly anchored, with only a slight movement of his head. Against the backdrop of the dense bullet holes along the edge of the body, the whole person and the white background wall resemble a strangely shaped stamp with neat perforations.

"Bang ————"

The piercing and gruff gunfire rang out again, and the flying bullet hit the sideline near the man's right ear with precision. Feeling death imminent at hand made the man howl again in desperation. His eyes widened, as if he had seen the most terrible devil in the world. His hands and legs struggled desperately, but he could not loosen himself under the constraints of the hard and cold steel torture equipment, and could only writhe weakly, crying and screaming bitterly, and the words that kept coming out of his mouth were slurred, sounding as if he was pleading, as if he were repenting.

Chen Shang's cold and hard expression did not relax at all. He stood silently, silently staring at the madly man, fixed to the background wall. After a few minutes, the man ran out of strength and his madness lessened considerably. Just when he was dying, half-dead and opened his eyelids, and looked towards the distance with great anticipation and pleading, he found that Chen Shang had raised the large-caliber cannon in his hand again.

This time, he aimed at his lower body, between his legs.

"No, no...... Please, Commander, don't ————"

The man's nerves instantly tightened to the extreme. He screamed desperately, his body suddenly straightened, and the white parts around his pupils were violently congested, turning into a terrifying sphere filled with bright red veins.

This is Chen Shang's dedicated shooting range. But in a sense, it's more like a dedicated execution ground.

The man who was tied up was a squadron leader. Two weeks earlier, during a skirmish in an abandoned city, he had abandoned his soldiers and fled the city alone. The man knew that he was responsible for the crime, and he originally wanted to leave the army and find a safe place to live incognito, but he was caught by the guard in charge of patrolling. He was unanimously found guilty after a military court trial.

Chen Shang's shooting is not lethal, it is a special training method that he has created. On the basis of locking on the target with mental awareness, the warhead is guided with part of the conscious energy to accurately hit the edge of the target's body, and the warhead must explode inside the wall to cause injury to the victim from the opposite direction. It's like someone using an object like a hammer to give you a hard blow from behind. It hurts, it hurts, but it doesn't lead to death on the spot. However, when the number of heavy blows is too high and the body's ability to withstand it reaches its limit, the internal organs that have been destroyed for a long time will fail, and death is inevitable.

This punishment is more brutal than direct shooting. Although the bound man was an officer, he could not break free from the shackles made of special materials. Chen Shang's shooting direction has a certain oblique angle, and the shooting sequence starts from the toe and extends to the upper part of the body. This practice can take the pain and psychological endurance of the tortured person to the extreme. Now, for example, the man understands that the next shot may not be fatal, but for a man, it means the complete destruction of the reproductive system. It's more terrifying than verbal insults, death threats, and even things like family members' lives.

Among the commanders of the group army, Chen Shang belonged to the old type. Age means experience and experience, but also means that you have seen and experienced too many things. It is not so much that his mind is resolute, but that he has experienced so much that his enthusiasm has been extinguished and his heart has become cold and hard. The man's plea had no effect on him at all, looking at the face in the scope that was distorted by fear, remorse, and despair, Chen Shang only felt an indescribable pleasure, so he smiled and pulled the trigger hard.

The high-speed spinning bullet streaked a trail of flame in the air and shot exactly below the middle of the man's legs. An indescribable force erupted from the middle of the wall, like an invisible fist, striking from behind below the hips. The man felt a tingling, and then it turned into a heart-rending pain, and his body seemed to be torn apart. The most frightening thing is that the testicles seem to be cracked and blown apart.

With countless chaotic and crazy thoughts in his mind, the man let out a short, rapid scream, his eyes straightened, and the whole person completely lost his life.

He was scared to death.

Looking at the corpse that was no longer moving in the distance, Chen Shang put down the individual machine gun he had just raised, a trace of ferocity and tyranny flashed in his eyes, and his breathing gradually became even and quiet. He loosened the belt from his shoulder, put the cannon aside, walked to the chair in the back lounge area and sat down, picked up the tea that had already been brewed, and took a few sips.