"Transfer the wounded? Right now? ”

Whether it was the soldiers in charge of the transfer or the wounded who were resting in the carriage, after hearing Qiu Qianjun's order, the same question arose in their minds.

However, the soldier in charge of the transfer was only slightly surprised, and immediately set off to carry out the order.

On the contrary, the wounded who stayed in the carriage began to become restless, looking at each other one by one, and communicating in low voices.

"What's going on, why did you suddenly transfer the wounded......"

Zhu Zhan, Zhao Hang, Wang Zidan, and Hu Teng also ...... These are all Qiu Qianjun's men, is it possible to separate them from us in order to provide them with better treatment? ”

"Could it be that Captain Qiu wants to open a small stove for his own people?"

"No, if Captain Qiu really wants to open a small stove for his own people, then why did he bring Wang Xiao and Xiang Yang with him, these two are Dugu Po people......"

"Yes, yes, there are also Wang Mingming and Zhao Zhiqi, who are also soldiers under Captain Duan......"

"Then why did you suddenly transfer the wounded, and name these eight people......"

"You ask me, I ask who is going......"

The rest of the wounded were talking in a whisper, and their eyes were still looking at the eight people named by Qiu Qianjun from time to time.

However, although the eight people who were named and asked to be transferred were also puzzled in their hearts, because the symptoms of physical drowsiness became more and more obvious, they really couldn't get the energy to discuss with the other wounded.

"These people who have been pointed out don't seem to be able to do it......"

I don't know who has sharper eyes and whispers.

The originally noisy carriage fell silent instantly, and everyone turned their heads to look away as if nothing had happened, no longer looking at the wounded who were named.

The two soldiers assigned by Qiu Qianjun soon brought their companions, and in groups of two, one lifted his shoulders and one lifted his legs, one by one, the wounded whose names were called out of the carriage.

It didn't take long for all eight wounded to leave the carriage, leaving only the remaining twenty-eight.

Seeing that the last wounded person to be named also left the carriage, there was a whisper in the silent atmosphere.

"In my opinion, eighty percent of those who are named are not good......

"Yes, yes, one of them, Zhao Zhiqi, is the most seriously injured, his stomach was cut by a zombie, and his intestines flowed out......"

"And that Hu Tengye, eh, half of his face was gnawed off by zombies......"

"I guess Qiu Qianjun thinks that these people must be hopeless, so let them leave the carriage in advance, so as not to be infected with corpses and affect our safety ......"

"Yes, yes, those people must be hopeless, I guess they were dealt with in advance......"

"I'll just say that Zhao Zhiqi, whose intestines are all flowing out, must be hopeless, that stupid medical soldier at the beginning, and desperately tried to use medicine on a dead man, what a waste......"

The discussion in the carriage was mainly based on sighs and sympathy at first, but somehow, gradually the taste changed.

"I heard that Zhao Hang, usually he is stingy, and the whole person picks and searches, now it's okay, the life is gone, and the money is useless......"

"And Wang Mingming, Captain Duan is so good to him, he still leans on Qiu Qianjun's side, he looks like a second or five boys, and I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup Qiu Qianjun poured into him......"

"Wang Xiao and Xiang Yang are not good things, these two goods stay together every day, I guess the orientation of the two of them may be a little problematic......"

"Where is there a problem, the problem is big, I saw two people pulling and pulling in the corner last time, as soon as I passed, the two people immediately separated, there is definitely a ghost here......"

The topic slowly shifted from the character and behavior of the eight people to the ideology and morality

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and in the end even rose to the point of personal attacks.

There were many soldiers who were not familiar with the eight people who were taken away, but under the rhythm of the soldiers' words, they also threw themselves into this discussion, and they were happy to slander and smear the soldiers who were taken away.

In their hearts, the death sentence had already been given to those eight soldiers, and it seemed that the wanton discussion of those who had died would not cause any burden on their hearts at all.

Ma Long still sat cross-legged, leaning back against the carriage, his eyes narrowed slightly, quietly scanning the wounded in the carriage.

Qiu Qianjun, who was standing outside the carriage, frowned, and swept his gaze away, ignoring the discussion in the carriage as much as possible.

Human nature is the last thing that can be tested.

In today's turbulent times, all ordinary people are under tremendous pressure to survive.

In particular, those of them who are soldiers, without being sure whether the old order still exists, risk being infected at any time and anywhere, and go to an ethereal mission point to complete a mission of unknown significance.

The mental pressure is enormous.

So these wounded soldiers are talking about those comrades who were taken away behind their backs, and Qiu Qianjun can also understand.

It may sound sad, but it's a great way to decompress.

Besides, they don't have much time to chew on the root of their tongue behind their backs.

Qiu Qianjun looked at Ma Long at the end of the carriage, at this time Ma Long seemed to have recovered from his previous fatigue, no longer in a cross-legged resting posture, but stood up, leaning against the wall next to the carriage.

But as before, the young soldier's gaze still never left the car, constantly scanning the faces of the soldiers who were talking to each other.

It's like a vicious dog guarding the door.

In the place where everyone was in sight, Ma Long's right hand had been quietly supported on the pistol holster on his waist, and the opening of the holster had been untied at some point, and he was in a state of alert that could be pulled out and shot at any time.

"I—I'm so thirsty...... Is there any water...... I want to drink water......"

The humming discussion was interrupted by a weak plea, and it was the soldier with bandages on his hands, begging for water outside the carriage.

Malone's eyes crossed the crowd and fell on the requester.

The man was now crouching on the ground, his body huddled in a ball, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Because his hands and feet were tied with ropes, and he also wore special protective gear on his face, the whole person looked extremely restrained.

However, Ma Long just glanced at the other party, then turned his gaze to Qiu Qianjun and shook his head gently.

Captain Qiu, who was originally planning to let the soldiers go to fetch water, had just opened his mouth halfway, and after seeing Ma Long's movements, he silently closed his mouth again.

"You want to drink water? How else do you feel? ”

Marlon walked in front of the soldier with bandages in his hands under the gaze of the wounded, half-kneeling on the ground, carefully observing the other man's face.

It's as if there are flowers on the other person's face.

"Something else? Gone...... It's thirsty...... Oh yes...... The wound doesn't seem to hurt anymore...... I feel like there's a fire in my head...... It's so uncomfortable......"

"Are you sleepy?"

Hearing the bandage soldier answer like this, Malone didn't seem satisfied, and asked a question that puzzled everyone present.

"Sleepy...... Is it? That's not sleepy, it's like a fire burning in my head, how can I be sleepy......"

The bandaged soldier seemed to be a little impatient, he was really thirsty to death, but the soldier named Ma Long in front of him was still asking questions over there, and he didn't give him water to drink.

"I want to drink water! I want to drink water! Give me water! ”

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Like a dog that was stepped on by the tail, a weak bandaged soldier who was squatting on the ground one second, and immediately roared hysterically the next second, if it wasn't for the rope on his body, Malone had no doubt that the other party would throw him to the ground.

"I'm sorry......"

Malone straightened up and looked down at the bandaged soldier in front of him.

"Do you have any other wishes? Maybe I can make it happen for you......"

The usual resolute eyes were already full of regret and sorrow.

"I want to drink water! I want to drink water!! ”

The Bandage Soldier could no longer listen to any words, and his vocal cords seemed to have become his only output tool, frantically expressing his needs to the outside world.

"Y-How did he's turn gray-white in his eyes?!"

"Zombie! This kid's corpse has changed! ”

"Quick! Kill him! Hurry up......"

The carriage, which had been relatively quiet, immediately became a mess, and all the wounded soldiers shouted and moved outward, and suddenly a large circle was vacated with Marlon and the bandaged soldiers as the center.

Although the pistol was at his waist, Malone did not draw the gun as quickly as the wounded would have liked, but looked at the ropes on the bandaged soldiers to check for signs of loosening.

After confirming that the ropes and protective gear were strong and reliable, Malone slowly got up and prepared to walk towards the outside of the carriage.

Seeing this, he didn't intend to do anything, so he let the bandaged soldier wriggle and struggle on the ground.

"Why are you leaving, do it quickly, kill him......"

"What if it bites us? Kill him......"

The exclamations of the wounded came from behind the protective gear, and panic spread rapidly through the carriage like a virulent infectious disease.

Finally, as Malone walked to the edge of the carriage, a hoarse prayer suddenly came from the noisy atmosphere, stopping him.

"I still want to...... Take a look at ...... My baby...... And the one in my hometown...... Osmanthus Tree ......"

The voice was small, but it was enough to hear it clearly for Ma Long, a first-order ability.

"Uhh

stopped at the entrance of the carriage for a while, until the hoarse voice turned into an irrational roar, and then Ma Long jumped out of the carriage and walked towards Xu Xiaoxiao.

The girl stayed outside the carriage from the beginning, and although her body was full of black slime from horse-level zombies, she was uncomfortable, but she was still very sensible and kept quiet, and did not cause any trouble.

Because he had seen the scene of the girl fighting with the horse-level zombies, Qiu Qianjun knew that the other party was the identity of the enhancer, and he intended to show favor in his heart, and when he saw that the girl was covered in filth, he asked if he needed to change a set of clothes.

But Xu Xiaoxiao just shook his head, and his eyes did not leave Ma Long in the carriage for a moment.

"Captain Qiu, please take Xiao Xiao to change his clothes, aren't you uncomfortable when it's dirty?"

Coming to the girl, Ma Long seemed to have recovered from the low mood just now, looked Xu Xiaoxiao up and down, and said to Qiu Qianjun helplessly.

"Just let this girl change her clothes, she refused, and her eyes never left you for a moment......"

Qiu Qianjun also evoked a wry smile, this Xu Xiao Xiaoke is a genuine enhancer, and his identity is an ordinary person, he doesn't dare to use the identity of the team leader to suppress the other party.

"I'm not worried about you......

Xu Xiaoxiao stuck out his tongue, and a relieved smile bloomed on Poker's face again.

"I've recovered, go change your clothes, it stinks......"

The same smile floated from Mallon's face, and the young soldier covered his nose with his left hand, and waved his right hand lightly in the air a few times, pretending to be unbearable......

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