"Missing your wife?"

A voice sounded next to him, and a cigarette was handed over.

Zhang Qiang stood up in a daze, came back to his senses, and saw that the person who came was a king's disciple, and immediately showed a wry smile.

"Sir...... I'm just going to be in a daze...... I'm single, but I don't have a wife. ”

As he spoke, he reached out for his cigarette and pinned it to his ears.

"As the person in charge, you don't have to work yourself, it's more important to manage them well."

Wang Tu looked at Zhang Qiang, only to see that the other party was covered in mud and lime, rustic in the soil, and his mental state was not very good.

It seems that these days, there are many things, although most of them are trivial, but they are enough to toss people.

"It's okay, I'm here...... Can't be idle. Zhang Qiang smiled, lit a cigarette, squinted and said: "This shelter is big, food and clothing are worry-free, it is rare, and it must be done decently." ”

Wang Tu nodded and patted the other party's shoulder in agreement, "There are you...... I was relieved. ”

"Notify everyone, playground meeting."

After he finished speaking lightly, he led the people to leave first.

Zhang Qiang looked at his back, his eyes full of complicated colors.

According to Zhang Qiang's habits, he has always wanted to figure out what this chief thinks.

The more familiar you are, the easier it is to get closer, so that you can become a "cronie" and get more benefits.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he always found that there seemed to be a cloud in front of him.

Probably because of the lack of contact, after all, although Zhang Qiang is the person in charge, it is directly managed by Wang Tu.

But he couldn't see through the king's disciples at all, this is ...... It's a terrible feeling.

Especially early in the morning, he went to count the new survivors.

One of the survivors, Luo Xin, said that Wang Tu and his army were not the regular army of the empire, but a private organization.

Moreover, such words were spoken by the king's disciples themselves.

This made Zhang Qiang puzzled, private organizations, strong soldiers, would care about the life and death of the survivors?

The king's asylum was set up in preparation for the identity of survivors.

Prey?

Or, guinea pigs?

The most important thing is that he, as a custodian, has no value in existence before the non-military side.

Zhang Qiang had a terrible headache, all kinds of messy thoughts, and he couldn't help sighing.

Forget it, only take one step at a time.

Throwing away the cigarette butt and extinguishing it with his foot, Zhang Qiang ran to the cafeteria.

It happened that all the survivors were eating, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Everyone put the dishes and chopsticks down first, the chief told us to go to the playground, there is something important." ”

In the shelter, there may still be people who dare to disobey Zhang Qiang's words, but no one dares to disobey the orders of the king.

One after another, the survivors put down their chopsticks, ran out of the cafeteria, and went to the playground in twos and threes.

Over there, the army had already been assembled.

Nearly forty tanks with a domineering appearance, the reactive armor painted gray is densely suspended, and the muzzles are thick and long, revealing a hideous killing machine.

More than 300 soldiers, dressed in strict uniforms, formed a phalanx in an orderly manner, holding cold weapons in their arms.

The commander walked slowly on the high platform with his hands behind his back.

In the early morning, the temperature plummeted, and the north wind swept the dust and sand, and the clothes were hunting.

Wang Tu didn't feel cold, and he wore black leather gloves on his hands, which were ornaments for military uniforms.

The people soon arrived, looked in awe at the extremely striking steel giant, turned their heads, and then looked at the large group of soldiers who were disciplined.

In the end, I looked up at the person standing on the highest place, and my eyes flowed with adoration.

The location of the playground in the shelter occupies a large area, and the scene is full of tanks, supply vehicles, two battalions of soldiers, more than a hundred survivors, and only half of it is crowded.

I guess it's almost time.

Wang Tu took the speaker from Tanya's hand and took a few steps forward, looking down on the crowd condescendingly.

There is hardly anyone who does not know him, and after each survivor is rescued, most of them will ask the people around them.

It won't take long to find out what kind of team this is and who their leader is.

Presumably, it is also related to the serious formation of the army.

In the survivor lineup, no one made a sound, and occasionally those who wanted to cough tried to keep their voices to a minimum.

"We've been kicked out of our house by those monsters, and it's been 21 days now...... In these 21 days, there are a lot fewer people around us, and we ...... Hungry and cold, we ...... Never been so close to death......"

It was a quiet start.

In the audience, most of the expressions changed, full of silence and sadness.

No one dared to think that it was only half a month, and everything that was originally beautiful was turned upside down.

"What happened is irreparable, and blood and tears are warning us...... If we continue to resist in the same boat, we will have a trace of survival......"

Wang Tu's face was as usual, his tone was heavy, and he continued to speak.

"Many people witnessed the establishment of the shelter, and later ...... More will join in. What is eaten and used cannot satisfy everyone, and it is impossible to cover everything......

"Life is rare and comfortable, some people start to complain, some people pick on children, and some people want to find excitement ......"

Wang Tu's tone was a little indifferent, raising the decibel level slightly.

"So I thought, my army is fighting zombies on the front line, you ...... In the rear, too, there must be iron discipline......"

"You can't have an opinion, and you're not qualified to give an opinion...... Because, now are the last days. ”

The loudspeaker brought his voice clearly into everyone's ears, and most of them shuddered as the last few words were spoken.

Wang Tu didn't care about their reactions, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and opened it gently under the gaze of hundreds of pairs of eyes.

The paper on which some words are written, or pencil words, has the effect of changing the fate of some people in the short term.

"Now, I announce that the new management of the shelter has accepted its fate."

As the sound of Wangtu's voice sounded, Zhang Qiang, who was standing there in a daze, seemed to have been splashed with a basin of cold water.

Coming, it looks like the shelter will be filled with a lot of prefects......

A weak survivor like himself can only be honestly managed and obedient......

He thinks wildly.

"The shelter is divided according to ability and technology, and there are five groups: technical team, support team, medical team, construction team and material warehouse."

"Qin Yumo, the captain of the technical team...... Xu Wenliang served as the captain of the support team...... The medical team, with Shuqin as the captain...... and the construction team, Luo Jianfeng is the captain. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Tu looked up at the crowd and explained: "Luo Jianfeng may not be known to everyone, but he has just come here and studied engineering management. ”

He coughed and cleared his throat.

"The last material warehouse is considered an independent department, and Nie Yuanfan is in charge."

Hearing this, many people secretly muttered to themselves that Zhang Qiang, as the original person in charge, was actually set aside.

He had offended a lot of people, so those fellows couldn't help but look at him with gloating.

Zhang Qiang himself is also cold.

He watched in amazement as the disciple folded the paper and stuffed it back into his trouser pocket.

It's over...... Don't care if it's good or not to mix under a private force, you really haven't caught anything.

It's a loss.

Who would have thought, the king continued.

"There is also a shelter position, which is to coordinate everything, which is the hardest and most tiring, so it is ...... Zhang Qiang came to serve. ”

Wang Tu smiled, ignoring the expressions of some people who had eaten flies, and added: "The person in charge of the shelter has a great responsibility, he has the right to carry a gun, and he ...... They have the right to request assistance from the remaining troops. ”

As soon as these words came out, it caused an uproar in the crowd.

……

Half an hour later.

Zhang Qiang, who was still the top person in charge of the shelter, came to the door of the cafeteria again, squatted and smoked, and sighed.

"What the am I thinking?"

Although he scolded himself, when he thought of that young man, his heart was inexplicably touched.

"Trust me so much, even if you slice me, I'm willing!"