Apocalypse Cockroach: 267. Want to die · · Want to live? Two/five more

Speaking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a person, the new militia captain Chi Yong, Chi Yong stood haggard in the corner, he looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang, did not blink like others, his eyes were irritated because Zhang Xiaoqiang said he Brother.

Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at Chi Yong, and continued to talk about it carelessly. He wanted to use the death of Liu Biao to remind these team members that fighting is not a fight. If you are not careful, you will kill yourself and kill others.

"Liu Biao, they are excellent, but they have no brains, they don’t know the form of the battlefield, they don’t know how to protect themselves, they don’t know how to cooperate, and he is a man no matter how powerful he is.

You only know that three or four of you died, one of the regular team members died, or you committed suicide, but you want to understand why the regular team members are not fighting you on the front line? Do they have fewer combat missions than you?

I tell you, they can do it without damage because they know how to use their brains, see the situation, and cooperate with their comrades in battle. All of them will meet, so much training is not to let you learn how to fight. What? But do you remember, if you remember, will you still have casualties? "

Hearing here, Chi Yong loosened his clenched fists and lowered his head like other people. The militia performed very well last night, but more of them beat themselves, let alone Cooperating, even one more person who stood next to him didn't do it. If Liu Biao charged, they could grab a hand and remind him that Liu Biao might not die.

"You only know that you are complaining about yourself, but you don't know to summarize from yourself. I tell you the truth, if you can't learn to grow up in battle and learn to summarize, even if you die in battle, even the corpse will not be able to **** back.

Now I announce that the former militia’s fourth squadron, eighth squadron, and third group leader Liu Biao posthumously recognize the official team members, collect the remains after the war, and wait to be transported back to the tomb of the warrior at the hot spring base to enjoy the military ceremony and burial. "

Zhang Xiaoqiang said that many people were a little bit excited. They were all in the same group as Liu Biao. Although Liu Biao was domineering, he was really good with his own people and allowed Liu Biao to enter the country. They were also very pleased.

"Liu Biao has been recognized by me as an outstanding fighter. I will not deny his merits. His deeds will be carved on his tombstone and on the memorial hall.

Everyone who is disabled due to combat is allowed to join the base logistics position, we are all inclusive if we are sick, old, sick or married, even if you have no limbs, as long as your second child can use it, I will let you send someone to · · · ·"

Heard here, all the militiamen changed their faces. In Doomsday, the disabled are useless. This sentence penetrated into the hearts of the people. The cruelty in gathering place made them not hope for others' promises. It was because of the injury that Huang Quan was comforted in private, but the militiamen thought that Huang Quan wanted him not to be troubled, so that he was relieved, so he was injured. The militia will commit suicide in despair. The militia see the body depressed, thinking about what to do if they are injured. If they die, they will be happy, and they will be afraid of being half dead and alive like a dog.

But Zhang Xiaoqiang said it solemnly in front of hundreds of people, which means that he will complete his promise under the supervision of hundreds of people, a mountain-like promise, a promise that is impossible to obtain from other forces , How to make their faces do not change color?

"The road ahead is very long, your enemies will become more and more powerful, I don’t know how many people you will die, but · · · I hope you can use your brain, know how to cooperate, know to advance and retreat, you can’t escape during the battle , You can't rush when it's time to withdraw, you understand it!!!"

Maybe I have never answered them together. The scene is very chaotic. Each said something different. Some are like a vegetable market. Huang Quan changed his face immediately. He would get angry when he moved forward. His arms were tight, but he was pulled by Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"Let me come to · · · ·" Zhang Xiaoqiang said softly, Huang Quan thought that Zhang Xiaoqiang should establish authority and nodded.

"One, two and three deck personnel, all of them, turn to · · · left · · turn · · · facing shipboard · · · · · · · ·"

At the order of Zhang Xiaoqiang, everyone looked at the side of the ship together. At a distance of more than 500 meters away from the side of the ship, more than a dozen unknown mutant beasts circled thousands of mutant shrimps and slowly engulfed them at this distance. Many people can see the general appearance of the mutant beast.

"I order that we automatically enter the ready for battle in one hour. Our goal is to mutate the snake, at least kill three or more. Anyone who fights for the first will be included in the assessment, as a basis for promotion, all those who retreat and escape For killing, if you can’t stop, do you understand it by deserting? Do you understand?"

No one answered, they were all dull. Listening to the meaning of Zhang Xiaoqiang, they did not have to stand leisurely on the boat and appreciate the fight between the mutant monster, but to carry the rifle, go down to the boat and charge towards monster, You know, the food of those things but the mutant shrimp that chased them in the middle of the night. They all know the power of the mutant shrimp. Although the breakfast is the mutant shrimp that they eat, can they not be afraid of them?

"The skin of · · · is very hard. · · · mutated Crayfish pliers can't open · · · ·"

"Yes, · · · · might as well wait for them to eat and leave · · · ·"

"The bullet can’t be penetrated · · · · · · is even more powerful than the bulletproof vest · · · · ·"

"How much is this kind of thing · · · going up and how many dead · · · is as good as a shot collapsed I came happily · · · ·"

The militiamen did not nod their heads with high morale, but looked panic, unconsciously whispering to their comrades in arms, and the words they spoke did not pass through the brain, and they did not want to think about it. Zhang Xiaoqiang said in a command tone~ Military orders, retreating is a death, standing still is also a death. The deserted soldiers who were killed before, the body may have been digested and excreted by the mutant shrimp, if they do not allow the military order, the end can be imagined.

"You guys · · · want to die, still want to live!!!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang is still smiling, and the dark black color on Huang Quan’s face next to him is two extremes, but what he said is like a sound change from a file filed on metal. Everyone can hear the tone of Zhang Xiaoqiang. .

"Card · · card · · wipe · ·" a sound of the bolt pulling sounded in everyone's ears, after Zhang Xiaoqiang issued a command, he consciously stood in the corner to form a circle surrounded by formal players pulling the bolt, the muzzle deflected the direction, Faintly pointing behind everyone.

It looks like a smiling Zhang Xiaoqiang with a peaceful face. There is a hint of cold in the eyes of people. Compared with the smile of Zhang Xiaoqiang, standing on the side of Zhang Xiaoqiang, the black face of Huang Quan is so black that it looks like it should look good. The militiamen felt their chests suffocated and choked for a while.

"To live!!! Please ask the deputy commander to order!!!"

A rough howl sounded from the middle of the crowd, and everyone looked sideways, standing on the edge of the corner, wearing the militia uniform color Chi Yong, and staring at him from the hundred on the first deck, but staring at his chest, his eyes were burning. Looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang, he couldn't see a hint of reluctance, but there was a bit of enthusiasm on his face.

The scene was a bit dull, but it didn’t take long. The response sounded one after another. They were all members of Chi Yong, so they are also their own people, and they should give Chi Yong a strong voice.

Then more and more people responded, and the voice became louder. When more and more people expressed fear, the rest would not be afraid. Instead, the blood in their hearts poured into their hearts. With a red face on his neck, he began to howl, and as they shouted loudly, the last trace of fear was also dispelled by fanaticism.