Chapter 211 The Militia's New Clothes
"Unload the truck! Put the ammunition in warehouse No. 1 according to regulations! Put the combat supplies in warehouse No. 2! The warehouse signs have been posted, don't make any mistakes!"
Zhao Jie jumped out from the passenger seat of the transport vehicle, wearing a brand new internal security combat uniform, and gave orders with a flushed face.
This time it was not just him. Under Gu Chengyuan's order, all the militiamen put on their own internal security combat uniforms.
These combat uniforms were brought back with them when the internal security ammunition depot was reclaimed last time, with the idea of making some extra money.
Since we are here now, it's worth the gas money to load some stuff up. We can't just run away with nothing, right?
Later, according to the distribution ratio, the internal security took a part, and the night university gathering place took the majority.
But Gu Chengyuan's troops have their own combat uniforms, which are not only more handsome but also more technologically advanced. They are stab-proof, waterproof and flame-retardant. In the right areas, the camouflage has a very strong concealment.
Therefore, Gu Chengyuan simply ordered the equipment to be distributed to the militia as work clothes, two sets for each person.
It has to be said that clothes make the man!
As soon as the militia put on the internal security combat uniforms, their original temperament of guerrillas was instantly transformed, and the temperament of regular army emerged!
Over the past month, the militia's level of training has definitely surpassed any army in the world before the apocalypse, including the special forces!
The aspect of refining the mind in the sea of corpses alone is a height that other troops can never reach.
In this regard, the militia only wants to say:
"In this zombie processing plant surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood, an average of 30 corpses are opened every day, and that's just the threshold to see us."
"You can join us only if your skull-breaking hammer does not deflect even a fraction when a bullet grazes your scalp!"
In terms of psychological quality, the militia is absolutely terrifyingly strong!
die?
Death is coming, it's all "bang bang bang"
If you don't take out its brain core, it means it has not grown!
alive?
It has never been the militia’s pursuit!
The militia always pursues recognition and honor!
For this, they are willing to sacrifice their lives!!!
So when it comes to changing clothes, for Gu Chengyuan it is just a matter of reusing waste, but for the militia, it is recognition from the leader!
The leader finally recognized our militia!
Otherwise, why would the chief allow the militia to go to the battlefield? !
And he gave me an important task that determines the outcome of the war! ?
War is all about logistics! Just tell me whether it is important or not! ?
So
If this isn't love, then what is love!!! (The whole militia breaks into song!)
At the rear of the transport truck, 200 accompanying militia members stood in two rows under the organization of Zhao Jie and unloaded ammunition into the warehouse like a conveyor belt.
After the last ammunition depot operation, the militia members cannot be said to be becoming more and more professional in carrying ammunition, but they can be said to have become masters of their craft!
By noon, the comprehensive supply point covering rescue, maintenance and material transfer had been basically built. The only thing still going on was the unloading and transfer of materials by the militia.
All I can say is that the logistical supplies needed for the battle are too huge.
No wonder in ancient times, when there were millions of troops in a war, 600,000 or 700,000 of them were in charge of logistics...
However, the maintenance team that had freed up their hands were not idle either. They had already started helping to assemble the conveyor belts. The conveyor belt installation accessories were all ready-made. Yunxiang Logistics already had conveyor belts, so all they had to do was debug them according to demand.
Once the conveyor belt is assembled, the militia members should be able to work much easier.
buzz~
The sound of the transport truck was heard again, and the food delivery truck from the kitchen platoon of the logistics support company arrived!
The world is big and the food is the biggest!
Beep beep~
The assembly whistle blows
The combat personnel who were resting and the logistics support personnel who were working quickly gathered in the open space in the center of the storage area!
One by one, the fragrant lunch boxes were taken off the transport truck and neatly arranged and stacked on the open ground.
"Let's eat!"
Under the command of the factory area and the commander of the logistics support company, nearly 800 people in the entire comprehensive supply point began to line up for meals.
The food during the war was very rich, almost all of it was meat.
There is no kelp in the pig's feet stewed with kelp, it's all pig's feet. There is no radish in the beef stewed with radish, it's all beef!
Finally, there was some mung bean soup to cool down the heat. Due to the tight schedule, it was not chilled in time. By the time of dinner, the soldiers should be able to drink the chilled mung bean soup.
The fruit distributed after the meal was canned fruit, as fresh fruit was basically sold out. Even the meat was the same. Now all we used for cooking was vacuum-packed braised pork trotters and braised beef.
If you want to eat fresh fruits, vegetables and meat in the future, you will probably have to rely on Yeda Farm!
One month into the end of the world, everything that was supposed to be broken has broken...
Even if Gu Chengyuan had a million soldiers, he could not stop the flow of time!
I can only say that this is like the misplaced life of most people.
When you have the ability to be pornographic, no one can be pornographic.
When someone can be pornographic, but not capable of being pornographic...
The strong young man died of drought, the middle-aged old man died of flood...
After the meal was ready, He Wei and his team members, each holding a disposable lunch box, sat in a circle on the open space in the supply warehouse.
The crystal white rice exudes a unique grain aroma, and is covered with soft, glutinous and oily pig's trotter meat. The thick sebum shakes up and down with the movement of the disposable lunch box, making a sticky sound.
The thick beef with tendons is soaked in sauce-colored juice, and the sauce flows along the seams and soaks every grain of rice.
A bowl of battlefield pork trotter rice!
Eat to death! Work to death!
After two hours of intense physical labor, the militia members, whose clothes were soaked with sweat, were all hungry.
No need to say more, just eat like a zombie!
He quickly finished the nearly one-pound meal in his hand.
hiccup~
After a satisfied burp, he picked up the green bean soup beside him and gulped it down.
Cool!
According to the order, the battle will start at 2:30 p.m.
This means that after lunch, frontline combatants still have nearly an hour to take a nap.
Since it is a battle against zombies, the zombies will not take the initiative to attack unless provoked, so the combat arrangement and combat rhythm are different from the traditional ones.
The main goal is to take it slow and steady.
Of course, this was before the battle started.
Once the battle begins, the intensity will definitely be far beyond that of ordinary battles, because the enemy they are facing is the tireless zombies.
Zombies: Want to stop fighting?
you can!
Either you guys beat me to death
Or let me beat everyone here to death!
After the meal, the militia members lay down on the ground and began to rest. A militiaman with a young face couldn't help but ask.
"Captain, do you think it's possible for us to go to the battlefield this time?"
"Aren't we on the battlefield?" What is the perfunctory tone?
"No... I mean using a gun to fight zombies..." The young militiaman's tone was hopeful.
"Don't think about it. What are you going to do with it? Use the skull-breaking hammer in your hand?" As he said that, He Wei casually took out the thick skull-breaking hammer hanging from his waist and began to play with it wantonly.
The skull-breaking hammer seems to have become the symbol of the militia. Even though many militiamen no longer perform skull-breaking work on zombies, they still carry it with them and take it out to play with it from time to time, always wanting to hit something.
As they were playing, He couldn't help but look at the young militiaman's head...
"Captain, you don't work in the zombie processing plant anymore, why do you still carry this hammer with you?" The young militiaman asked with confusion in his tone.
As a newcomer to the militia, he really didn't understand why these old militiamen liked to carry a skull-breaking hammer.
Having opened so many zombie brain cores... don't you feel disgusted?
"What do you know, kid? This is a treasure! It's a symbol of courage and perseverance!" He Wei's tone was deep, like an ancient thread-bound book, carrying the flavor of history.
"Do you know how many zombie heads it opened?"
What does it mean to stroke the red hammer head, as if you are rubbing some treasure?
"That's probably more than your eight generations of ancestors! Don't you know that the evil weapon is spiritual? This is the ultimate imperial weapon forged with my blood, hehehe~"
...
"Captain, you are so immature..."
The young militiaman turned away with a look of disgust and chose to hang up the call with his captain.
"But that being said..." the young militiaman pondered to himself
"It seems to make more sense the more I think about it!"
I have to try it myself when I get back!
Suddenly I feel that this skull-breaking hammer is so damn cool!
Neither of them expected that because of this conversation, the militia would set off a wave of pursuit for the skull-breaking hammer.
The preciousness of each skull-breaking hammer will be determined by the number of soul rings attached to it!
