After 12 o'clock in the morning, Zhang Qiang led five people to the construction site with a small cart.

The car was loaded with a large pot of food, pearl rice, white steamed buns, steaming.

The dish is much simpler.

Eggs scrambled mustard, vegetables drizzled in oil, and a seaweed soup.

At such times, it was already hearty enough, and besides, the soldiers were not picky eaters.

As the king shouted, they put down their shovels, crawled out of the pit, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and came close to line up for food.

With the physique of the survivors, they are organized to do coolies, and I am afraid that there will be more chaos.

It is better to give play to their role and engage in logistical support.

Originally, a few survivors were woken up in their sleep, and they were slightly dissatisfied.

After cooking in the dark, he sent it to the top of the mountain, and when he saw that the soldiers were fighting all night and burying their heads in their work, he immediately dispelled that little emotion.

Wang Xingliang's work enthusiasm is the highest, and after knowing that making night shift meals was "deliberately" explained by Wang Tu, he steamed rice and stir-fried vegetables, and was full of enthusiasm, and even finished the chores.

He felt a sense of pride in his heart that he had actually made a difference.

He still remembered very well what the king had said in the evening.

It is equally important to cook well in the rear.

Zhang Qiang brought drinks and cigarettes from all the supplies in the shelter.

Wang Tu asked him to put it in the cab of the No. 1 armed mining vehicle, and then the two of them crouched to the side, smoking cigarettes and chatting.

"Sir, what are you doing digging a pit in the mountains?" Zhang Qiang asked suspiciously.

The king did not reply to him directly, but asked rhetorically: "In ancient times, what was outside the city wall?" ”

Zhang Qiang thought for a moment and replied, "Moat? ”

"That's right." Wang Tu held a can of beer in his hand, and after speaking, he pulled open the ring and took a sip.

"But." Zhang Qiang turned his head and looked at a few tall black shadows not far away, "It's all stones over there!" ”

"Are we going to stay here for long? I find it strange...... Why don't you stay here, you might as well find a sturdy building. ”

He frowned, confused.

Zhang Qiang's thinking is not bad, very prescient.

But the kings could not take his advice.

Stone, it should be said that the camouflaged Red Alert complex.

From the moment the "base" was located, it was the base camp of the Red Police.

It...... Or call her, a "super artificial intelligence" from another time and space, who will not move.

As a commander, Wang Tu must operate around the base.

At the same time, if you want to win a difficult defensive battle, you will not be able to achieve victory by relying on the guns armed with soldiers and mobilized soldiers alone.

Still have to rely on the power of the Red Alert defensive weapon.

On the other hand, defensive weapons should not be located too far away from factories and buildings.

As a result, the kings must hold their ground, even if they risk the destruction of the entire army.

The worst-case scenario is to use all your forces to abandon the survivors and take refuge in the construction plant.

They also can't break through the steel-pouring construction plant.

This is the only perk of being a Commander.

However, if he is really defeated, when the zombie army disperses, he will have to start again.

Of course, Wang Tu will not tell Zhang Qiang about this.

"In the afternoon, the scouts sent in a message that a wave of corpses was going to pass through the old town, and that the buildings were not safe, so we had to race against time to build a defensive line."

The king's half-truths and half-truths are authentic.

"Ah, the tide of corpses!" Zhang Qiang's face changed immediately, and he thought that if he continued to live like this, he would be safe in the short term.

Who would have thought that the crisis was looming.

"That'...... Sir, why don't we withdraw? We can go to the countryside and go to remote places. ”

Zhang Qiang was also familiar with the nearby roads, and hurriedly expressed his opinion and proposed again.

"The people I brought back in the afternoon, some of them encountered mutant monsters, those ghosts, which are even more terrifying than zombies." Wang Tu raised an eyebrow and poured down half a can of beer.

"They should have told you, are you sure you want to go to the country?"

Hearing this, Zhang Qiang couldn't help but think of -

The man named Xu Wenliang and the girl named Zhang Xue were foaming at the stars......

Using rich expressions and body movements, he told everyone how they escaped from the nearly 10-meter-long praying mantis, the big dog like a small truck, and the mouse bigger than a pig.

Although I don't believe it very much, and even think it's exaggerated, it may be that the two of them are too vivid, and the others ...... Including him, they all panicked when they heard it, and their legs went weak.

Zhang Qiang swallowed his saliva, his face was full of sadness, and he whispered: "This dare is dangerous anywhere...... Why is life so sad. ”

Wang Tu sighed, and said in a regretful tone: "Life has always been like this, just get used to it." Also, do you think you still need to go to the countryside? ”

Zhang Qiang shook his head like a rattle, and said categorically: "If you don't go, you can't go......"

In the face of zombies, he is armed with a machete, and he can still have the strength to fight, but when he encounters a ten-meter-long praying mantis, he also has a woolen yarn.

"According to observations, zombies in other areas are also abnormal." Wang Tu's face was full of seriousness, "So the best strategic plan is to occupy the commanding heights, narrow the defensive circle, and fight a defensive war." ”

"They're just flesh and blood, we have guns and cannons, what's there to be afraid of."

Zhang Qiang chewed on the information brought by this sentence.

After a while, he nodded, gritted his teeth, and said, "Indeed, those ghost things don't give us a way to live...... With nowhere to run, it's safer to guard the mountain. Sir, I have absolute confidence in your strength! ”

With this in mind, he basically understood the purpose of these deep pits that were being dug up.

"Sir, then I'll go and call the others up, and everyone will work together." Zhang Qiang put away his hesitation and said solemnly.

He knows a truth deeply...... If Wang Tu and the others are defeated by zombies, then what is left for their own people will also be reduced to food.

"No, you don't." Wang Tu waved his hand and said with a smile: "The situation is not as tense as you think, you have a good rest, I still need you to do something else tomorrow." ”

While speaking, Wang Tu sent over an item and handed it to Zhang Qiang.

"Survivors, you are solely responsible, and I hope you can do a good job of everyone's ideological work to make sure that there are no problems at critical moments."

"Don't worry." Zhang Qiang accepted it, his expression became extremely solemn, he nodded, and expressed his determination: "I will not live up to your trust." ”

"Yes."

The king finished his beer, stood up, and walked leisurely towards the crowd.

Zhang Qiang looked at his back, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

Reaching into his arms, the cold touch shook his spirit.

What the king gave him was a pistol.

……

Zhang Qiang is the interim head of the survivors, and informing him of the situation is a must work.

Otherwise, on the day the war came, the foreign enemy forced down the mountain, but there was a sudden internal trouble, and it would be too late to kill and deter.

Speaking in advance, it is also considered time to prepare mentally.

People's hearts are complicated, there must be trouble and shouting, while there is still some time, let go of what should be let go, and deal with what should be handled.

These things are all left to Zhang Qiang to do.

On the one hand, it was to test him.

On the other hand, the kings like to ...... Play the good guy.