"No hustle!"

"What are you guys doing in the barracks!?"

General Huang Sheng's roar, accompanied by a roaring gunshot, instantly silenced the entire stadium, and hundreds of thousands of survivors did not dare to speak again.

"Sir! It was he who robbed me of my steamed buns! ”

There are survivors who are aggrieved and cry out.

"Fart! It's mine! ”

"Sir! He reverses black and white! ”

A large crowd of people became angry again.

Looking at this scene, General Huang Sheng was angry on the surface, but there was a deep guilt in his eyes, unbearable and bitter.

But if the army has enough food, why bother the people to fight for a steamed bun and turn into demons?

This damn end times.

"The general doesn't need to say much, let's put the grain."

Qin Jue suddenly spoke.

This sentence instantly made the eyes of countless survivors light up, and at the same time, they also discovered Qin Jue's existence.

"It's the Chief of the General Staff!" Someone shouted excitedly.

"Chief of the General Staff? Is the Chief of the General Staff here? ”

"Let's take a look at the Chief of the General Staff!"

The crowd surged, and countless people squeezed towards Qin Jue with excited expressions.

Huang Sheng smiled helplessly, and turned around to give way to Qin Jue's C position.

Qin Jue looked around, and his slender body appeared in the eyes of all the survivors.

"It's really the Chief of the General Staff!"

"Chief of the General Staff, don't blame us for scrambling, we're really hungry."

"Yes, Chief of the General Staff, we are hungry, we haven't eaten food for many days, and even a bite of bread is now a luxury."

Countless people cried out in grief.

As early as seven days after the first global disconnection, the major supermarkets and stores in Jiangcheng were robbed again and again, and basically all the food supplies were divided up in those days.

And the ordinary survivors, who are weak and weak, can only survive by starvation until now, and many of them are hungry, and their hungry ribs are visible.

At this moment, seeing the chief of the general staff, the grievances and sadness squeezed in people's hearts gushed out, and they confided in Qin Jue one after another, as if they had seen the backbone of the main heart.

Even if Qin Jue is only a twenty-year-old young man.

But the word Chief of the General Staff of the country.

has long overridden all appearance and age.

Looking at the crowd of people in front of him who were screaming like a sea of grievances, Qin Jue's heart was sour, although he was ruthless, but these people were basically kind-hearted, otherwise they would not join the army to serve the country and respond to the call, otherwise they would not be yellow-faced and thin-skinned, hungry.

Those evildoers have long divided up the supplies of major supermarkets, shops, and grain and oil stores, and now they are hiding in the corners to nourish themselves.

"It's all quiet."

Qin Jue took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and spoke calmly.

Slowly, the gymnasium quieted down again, and hundreds of thousands of survivors all looked at Qin Jue with the eyes of the backbone.

Qin Jue took out a dagger and threw it on the ground.

The dagger touched the ground, and the crisp sound resounded throughout the gymnasium.

The survivors looked at each other, not knowing what Qin Jue meant.

Qin Jue didn't speak, but picked up the dagger and began to carve the divine pattern on the ground.

The survivors kept retreating, and finally Qin Jue carved three tabula rasa god patterns on the ground of the gymnasium.

Whiteboard God Pattern [Turtle Shell]

Whiteboard God Pattern [Tiger Claw]

Whiteboard God Pattern [Caterpillar]

"Chief of the General Staff...... This is? ”

Qin Jue got up and explained simply.

"These three kinds of divine patterns, called [Turtle Shell], [Tiger Claw], and [Caterpillar], can give humans a little defense, attack power and self-healing power, respectively, which is the most suitable for ordinary people."

"This is the Divine Pattern!"

"I'm obedient, I saw those generals on TV all tattooed with fierce and vicious generals, I thought the gods were all like that!"

"I didn't expect the divine pattern to be so simple, that caterpillar can still give people self-healing power? It's amazing. ”

The survivors were amazed.

But Qin Jue's tone was suddenly cold, full of undoubted strength and decisiveness.

"From now on, each person will receive a dagger, no matter how well it is carved, it must be engraved on their body before twelve o'clock tonight, and they must use blood!"

There was no small commotion and exclamation among the survivors.

"Non-negotiable!"

Qin Jue burst out with a loud shout.

The huge gymnasium was instantly silent.

General Huang Sheng smiled helplessly: "It's even greater than my deterrent." ”

Qin Jue looked around, those two strong and cold gazes, each survivor lowered their heads, not daring to look.

"The area must be controlled to the size of a fist, and it is strictly forbidden to exceed the maximum area!"

"If anyone can't finish it, the army will never hire them!"

"Whoever completes it, the army will immediately hire his information, transfer to the reserve of the 5th Infantry Brigade and become an active soldier!"

Qin Jue's gaze is undoubted!

He pointed to the overcrowded gymnasium, and finally threw out a sentence comparable to a cold steel knife:

"In this world, no one can really save you!"

"If you want to die at the hands of the Ghost."

"Then don't carve the god pattern!"

"Cut your own throat with a dagger!"

"So as not to cause trouble to others, and so as not to cause pain to yourself!"

With that, Qin Jue turned around and left without hesitation.

The gymnasium was silent, and the survivors trembled and remained silent, as if they were still immersed in Qin Jue's iron-blooded and ruthless words.

Outside the gymnasium, General Huang Sheng caught up with Qin Jue and asked worriedly: "Chief of General Staff, will it be too strict with the common people, after all, the divine tattoo is equivalent to a tattoo, and it has always been a very resistant thing in the hearts of the people of Jiangcheng, they may not be able to accept it for a while, we can give them a little time......

Qin Jue stopped abruptly, turned around, and looked back, his eyes as cold as ice.

General Huang Sheng smiled awkwardly: "I just suggested ......"

"Is the general willing to see so many Jiangcheng fathers, brothers and sisters, with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood?"

"This ...... Definitely not. ”

"We can make them adapt, so will we make them adapt to the July 15th Midyear Festival? The stronger weirdness that keeps replacing the old will make them adapt? The mountain of corpses and sea of blood piled up with human flesh and blood will make them adapt!? ”

Qin Jue took a step forward.

At this moment, General Huang Sheng admitted that he felt like he was facing a demon god in the world, even though he had gone through the war and fought against the generals, cold sweat broke out on his back at this moment, and he didn't dare to look directly at Qin Jue's compelling eyes.

"General, the kindness of women will destroy them."

Qin Jue withdrew his eyes, was as indifferent as the wind again, and whispered softly: "How could I never be willing, they are all living in the sun, and I am still the son of the Qin family who doesn't care about the world, and I still don't care about the suffering of the world." ”

General Huang Sheng was stunned.

At this moment, he felt in Qin Jue's body that under the river full of frost rivers, there was a compassionate heart of compassion for the heavens and the heavens.

God.

This word appeared uncontrollably in General Huang Sheng's mind.

Isn't that, God?

Always high and indifferent like the wind.

But all the time, watching and guarding the world.

Of course, the gods here refer to human gods such as Fuxi, Xuanyuan, Shennong, and so on.

"I see!"

General Huang Sheng lowered his head.

A general bows his head to the Chief of the General Staff of the country.