This problem is really surprising.

Xinyan and Jiang Wanqi looked at each other, their eyes full of surprise, doubt, concern, and more, they were still alert.

Ziwei kept urging: "Why don't you talk? Don't be stunned?"

Xinyan's eyes were as emotional as ice. She looked at Ziwei, trying to see through the man's heart.

Xinyan knows that many men like her. However, there is no room for negotiation on this issue, and she never thought about issues such as paying for food. In the mind of the "Queen Bee", there is only the only "Queen Bee". Others can envy, be jealous, and look at herself with many emotional qualities, but it is absolutely impossible to be bold and covet. There is only a dead end to violating this taboo, and there will be no second choice.

When he was in the headquarters office, Xinyan really wanted to kill Chen Shang if possible. However, that kind of thing can only be thought of at most. After all, he is a lieutenant general, and the series of problems caused by the murder will only bring more trouble to Su Hao. If you want to take revenge, you can only wait for the future opportunity.

Now, Ziwei in front of him is just a lieutenant colonel. If this man's mind is as dirty as Chen Shang, Xinyan doesn't mind killing him to warn him. She is an officer of the Guard Bureau, and losing a lieutenant colonel is almost the limit of her identity and power.

Thinking of this, Xinyan gradually put away the coldness on her face and nodded slightly with a slightly normal expression: "Yes, we need food."

Ziwei glanced at her deeply and stretched out his right hand: "Show me your military ID card."

Although he didn't quite understand the other party's purpose, Xinyan took out the ID from his shirt pocket and handed it over.

Ziwei looked through it carefully. When he returned the ID to Xinyan, he continued: "You once said in the office lobby that Brigadier General Su Hao, the commander of the 11th Independent Force, is your husband?"

Xinyan frowned, not hiding the sarcasm in her words: "What, is there any problem?"

Ziwei still stretched out his hand, his black eyes clear: "Since you are a couple, you must carry photos and other things with you. Can you show me?"

Xinyan's face stagnated.

This requirement is a bit too much.

She didn't understand what the officer named Ziwei was thinking? But no matter what, it always makes people feel uncomfortable if a man finds a woman to ask for photos.

"Don't worry, I have no malice."

Ziwei laughed: "I just want to confirm your identity. I will introduce myself. I am the deputy commander of the 338th Infantry Division. Reiterate it——I have no malice, I just hope to help you.

These words were spoken sincerely. Xinyan slowly put away his hostility, stared at Ziwei for a few seconds, took out the necklace from the inside of the combat uniform, opened the buttons on the pendant, and shook the photo of Su Hao inlaid in it.

Ziwei looked at it very seriously. He lowered his head, pulled out Su Hao's information from his portable computer for a moment, and smiled again: "Very good, I have no problem. Now, please follow my car and go to the base of the Second Infantry Regiment."

Following his guidance, Xinyan and Jiang Wanqi saw a military off-road vehicle parked not far away.

Just as Ziwei was about to leave the car door, Jiang Wanqi stuck her head out of the car window and asked: "Who is the commander of the 338th Infantry Division?"

"We just stepped down from the Eastern Front to rest."

Ziwei glanced at her and replied calmly: "The regiment commander and the chief of staff were both killed in battle. Now, I am the supreme commander of the 338th Infantry Division."

Ziwei did not lie.

The entire country, the entire continent, and the entire world have been trapped in an unprecedented biological war. The eastern coastal areas have always been densely populated areas and are also a concentrated area for most of the military forces. In the entire eastern defense line, more than 60 armies and more than 3 million troops are concentrated. Behind this dense defense line are base cities. The army and the rear rely on each other and maintain the balance of combat power in their area.

Whether it is the "Eastern Line of Defense" or the "Northern Line of Defense", they are just a brief term for customary concepts. On the electronic map, there are actually only red and green areas. Red represents cities occupied by mutated creatures. Green means base cities and areas controlled by the army. In terms of area, the green area is much larger than the red area. In comparison, the former is more like the background of the latter, like a huge green carpet, with dazzling red light balls flashing.

Since the outbreak of the virus, the military's achievements have been very limited, and the main targets are mostly villages and towns, as well as smaller cities. A large number of civilians flocked to the cleaned areas and began to rebuild new homes, while the army guarded the north and east, relying on the Yangtze River waterways, highways and railway networks, using the "Class A" troops with strong combat effectiveness as the forefront, and the "Class B" troops with weak combat effectiveness as the rear, building defense zones layer by layer.

The front line is fighting every day, and the scale of the battle may be a small team or a division. Without a base city, the front line cannot be maintained at all. Without a recruit training institution such as the 11th Independent Force, the vacancies on the front line cannot be supplemented.

To put it into the words of the future world: "This is actually a protracted war between humans and viruses. They snatch the residence from our hands, and we have to fight back because of helplessness. This is a battle between life and death, a war between evolution and species. We may all die, but we do not regret it. Because we have fought, worked hard, and fought."

The 338 Infantry Division's death rate was as high as 14%. According to relevant regulations, they retreated all the way to Xinliuzhou area for rest. In addition to receiving personnel, they must also replace their equipment. The officers and armored troops must also undergo further tactical training.

Not everyone was afraid of death. In Ziwei's opinion, his regiment commander and chief of staff were heroes who stood up. When the defense line was at its most dangerous, they rushed up with the guard platoon. Although they died in battle, they won mobile time for the reinforcements. In that battle, the regiment wiped out thousands of mutated creatures, and the engineering troops pushed the fortifications forward hundreds of meters. The regiment commander, chief of staff, and the guards were unable to come back alive in the end. People only found a dozen bones that were gnawed.

When a person dies, it is actually that. When a fire is burned to ashes, no one is more noble than anyone else. But there are always some names that remain in the hearts of living people. People will recite them and remember them, and when they think about them on a specific occasion, they will always cry silently.

Su Hao's words at the military meeting were known to many people as the public channel spread. Ziwei admired Su Hao's courage. He didn't know whether the military command was correct or not, but he respected Su Hao's courage to lead the team to rescue the defeated soldiers on the front line. He believed that many people, like him, were excited about that video.

Because that is the real soldier.

When the regiment withdrew, it carried a lot of supplies, including weapons and ammunition, as well as fuel food. In the warehouse of the station, some of the food was originally stored. The total amount was over 400 tons.

Looking at the dozen trucks filled with food in front of him, Xinyan completely dispelled his concerns. His mind was full of surprises, and he also felt grateful and worried about Ziwei.

"We have given all these things, what should you do?"

Xinyan looked around the soldiers who were busy nearby and said uneasy: "This is your supplies for the next period of time, and I can't take them all away. No, this doesn't work——"

"It's okay, the 11th Independent Force needs more than we do."

Ziwei took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and slowly sucked in the already cool breeze: "I have reported to the Logistics Department of the Group Army. At the latest, new supplies can be sent here the day after tomorrow. Speaking of which, I can be regarded as more or less benefiting from you. Haha, what you eat is old grain, and what we eat is new rice."

Although this kind of talk is a joke, it is also a fact.

Xinyan's eyes were full of gratitude. She stared at the man in front of her who had just entered the middle age and said seriously: "Thank you"

Ziwei spit out a large mouthful of smoke, smiled and shook his head: "You're welcome."

“There is one thing I don’t quite understand.”

Xinyan was not moved by Ziwei's words at all. She looked at the man with a smile: "Can you tell me your true thoughts? I think the reason why you helped us is not just because of the simple comrades."

"Hehe, you saw through..."

Ziwei was embarrassed to see through his inner secrets at all. He was silent for a few seconds, took out his wallet from his close-fitting pocket, opened it, and inlaid a photo on the inner page made of transparent plastic.

It was a young woman in her twenties, with a blue sky and grass in the background. She hugged a two- or three-year-old child, had a lot of fun, and her face was filled with happy smiles.

Xinyan's eyes were surprised———The woman in the photo is quite similar to Jiang Wanqi. Apart from her hairstyle and dress, she is almost the same person.

"This is my sister and my nephew."

Ziwei raised his head, and the ashes were blown up by the wind, sweeping wildly into the distance.

He stared at Jiang Wanqi standing next to the truck in the distance, his tone was full of heavy and sadness: "When I first saw her, I felt shocked, thinking that it was a miracle that God had specially brought to me. But they were two people after all, and the dead could not be resurrected, and no one could replace them. If this is regarded as the guidance of the dead, then my brother must do something for her."

Xinyan closed the wallet and handed it to Ziwei.

She remained silent until the convoy started the engine and drove out of the military camp gate in sequence, without saying a word from beginning to end.

The driver and the truck were temporarily borrowed by Ziwei. If the materials were transported to the destination, they had to return.

Half an hour later, the barracks had disappeared on the horizon.

Jiang Wanqi chewed a piece of compressed cake for dinner and said with emotion: "That guy named Ziwei is a good person. Fortunately, we didn't run away in vain this trip."

Xinyan turned her head and looked at her, thought for a while, and said, "He has a sister who looks very similar to you."

Jiang Wanqi stopped chewing in her mouth, held a large mouthful of cakes that were half wet, widened her eyes and asked vaguely: "Really, really?"

Xinyan nodded seriously: "Really."

Xinliuzhou Base City, underground shooting range No. 16.

An extremely painful howl echoed over the shooting range. This hoarse shout was only occasionally interrupted, as if to clear all the air in the lungs and turn it into energy to maintain throat movement. The huge dome of the shooting range made the terrible sound "rumble", and the sound waves refracted from afar became dull and blurry. Although the lights around the venue were bright and the main control room was playing a relaxed music, the two staff members were still trembling as if they were facing a great enemy. They pressed the keyboard to change the target position and operated the computer and looked clumsy, and dense cold sweats continued to seep out of their foreheads.

Chen Shang was holding a special 20 mm single cannon, his legs spread apart, nailed firmly to the ground like an iron tower, tilted his head, his eyes looked coldly at the target locked by the black cross through the sight above the muzzle.

It was a middle-aged man tied three hundred meters away. He was naked on the upper body and wearing a gray-green military underwear on the lower body. His hands were tied back and firmly fixed on a white background wall that was more than two meters high. Under the spotlight, you could see that the wall was filled with splashing splashing blood spots. On the man's head, neck, legs, feet and edges, there were bullet holes the size of wine cups arranged.

From a normal perspective, the spacing between these bullet holes is similar, and the accuracy is as if measured with a ruler. The man's arms spread out along the shoulders, his legs remained upright, and the whole posture formed a cross. He was firmly fixed, and only his head could move slightly. Against the backdrop of the dense bullet holes along the edge of the body, the whole person looked like a stamp with a weird shape with neat tooth holes in the white background wall.

"Bang----"

The harsh and rough gunshot sounded again, and the flying bullet hit the edge of the man's right ear. Feeling the death close at hand, the man howled again desperately. His eyes were wide open, as if he had seen the most terrifying devil in the world. His hands and legs struggled desperately, but he could not loosen the slightest under the constraints of the hard and cold steel torture instruments. He could only twist weakly, crying and screaming, and his mouth kept making vague words, which sounded like begging, or as if he was repentance.

Chen Shang's cold and hard expression did not relax at all. He stood quietly, staring at the man who was fixed on the background wall as crazy as if he was fixed on the background wall. A few minutes later, the man exhausted his strength and his madness also relieved a lot. Just as he was dying, opened his eyelids half-dead, and looked at the distance with great anticipation and begging, he found that Chen Shang raised the large-caliber machine cannon in his hand again.

This time, the target he aimed at was his lower body and between his legs.

"No... Commander, please, don't---"

The man's nerves were instantly tense to the extreme. He screamed desperately, his body suddenly straightened, and the white part around his pupils was rapidly congested, turning into a terrible ball filled with bright red blood vessels.

This is Chen Shang’s dedicated shooting range. But in a sense, it is more like a dedicated execution ground.

The man tied up was a squadron leader. Two weeks ago, in a small-scale encounter in an abandoned city, he abandoned his soldiers and fled out of the city alone. The man knew that he was responsible for his crimes. He originally wanted to leave the army and find a safe place to live in vain, but was caught by the guards responsible for patrol. After being tried by the military court, he was unanimously found guilty.

Chen Shang's shooting is not fatal, this is a special training method he created. On the basis of the target locking the mind consciousness, guide the warhead with part of the consciousness energy and accurately hit the edge of the target's body. The warhead must explode inside the wall and cause harm to the tortured person from the opposite direction. This practice is like someone using an object like a hammer to give you a hard hit from behind. It is very painful and uncomfortable, but it will not cause death on the spot. However, when the number of heavy blows is too many, the body's ability to withstand the body reaches its limit, and internal organs that have been destroyed for a long time will be functionally exhausted, and death is naturally inevitable.

This punishment is more cruel than direct shooting. Although the bound man is an officer, he cannot break free from the bracelets and shackles made of special materials. Chen Shang's shooting has a certain oblique angle, and the shooting sequence starts from the toes and extends upwards. This practice can eliminate the pain and psychological tolerance of the person being punished to the extreme. For example, now, although the man understands that the next shooting may not be fatal, for a man, it means that the reproductive system is completely destroyed. This is more terrifying than verbal insults, death threats, and even family life.

Among the commanders of the group army, Chen Shang belongs to the old type. Age means experience and experience, and also means seeing and experiencing too many things. Rather than being firm in his mind, he has experienced too much, so that his enthusiasm has been extinguished and his heart has become cold and hard. The man's begging has no effect on him at all. Looking at the face in the scope that was twisted due to fear, regret, and despair, Chen Shang only felt an indescribable pleasure, so he grinned and pulled the trigger hard.

The high-speed rotating bullet drew a flame trajectory in the air, accurately shooting into the part slightly lowered between the man's legs. A huge force that was indescribable burst out from the middle of the wall, like an invisible fist hitting the position below the buttocks from behind. The man felt a numbness, and then turned into a heart-wrenching pain, and his body seemed to be torn apart. The most frightening thing was that the testicles seemed to be cracked and exploded.

With countless chaotic and crazy thoughts in his mind, the man let out a brief and rapid scream, his eyes straightened, and his whole body completely lost his anger.

He was scared to death.

Looking at the corpse that was no longer moving in the distance, Chen Shang put down the single-soldier cannon that had just been raised, a trace of ferocity and tyranny flashed in his eyes, and his breathing gradually became even and quiet. He loosened the belt on his shoulder, placed the cannon aside, walked to the chair in the rest area behind and sat down, picked up the tea that had been brewed, and took a few sips.
Chapter completed!