Chapter 37 Militia Casualties

"Report to the commander! All the zombie brain cores have been cleared, a total of 813!"

Zhao Jie saluted Gu Chengyuan in a formal manner, and then asked the two militiamen following him to bring the black luggage bag over.

Gu Chengyuan did not rush to open the bag to check the zombie crystal core. Instead, he patted Zhao Jie's shoulder, who looked tired but had a completely different spirit from two hours ago, and encouraged him:

"Thank you for your hard work! I didn't expect the militia team to complete their first mission so well. It really surprised me! I made the right choice in letting you lead the militia team!"

Seeing Gu Chengyuan's admiring expression, Zhao Jie felt warm inside, and felt that all the hard work was worth it! He even had the urge to die for his confidant!

College students are easier to fool than old foxes in society. Don’t be fooled by them shouting “my destiny is in my own hands” and acting arrogantly like “the king is first and I am second to him”. They will be moved to tears immediately if you give them enough respect and recognition.

"It's not hard! Serving the people!"

Looking at Zhao Jie's puffed-out chest, Gu Chengyuan continued to encourage him:

"We still have some time before we get back. Tell Cai Anxin to give the combatants an extra meal tonight! Reward the militia brothers well!"

"There are no casualties among the militia, right?"

Hearing this, Zhao Jie's excited expression suddenly dimmed, and he said with some self-blame:

"Two people were injured. One was cut when he was moving a power zombie because he misjudged the sharpness of its claws. The other was unfortunately fell on the slippery pile of corpses when he was digging out the zombie's brain core, and his butt was pierced by the zombie's broken bones."

"I didn't do my safety work carefully enough, please punish me, Chief!"

Looking at Zhao Jie, who was so proud a second ago and now lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake, Gu Chengyuan did not blame him too much.

Safety accidents can only be prevented but not eliminated. Nothing can be perfect. Gu Chengyuan had anticipated the casualties among battlefield logistics personnel.

"You are new to this, and you have done a good job. Don't blame yourself too much. Since there is a problem, think about how to solve it. The isolation, observation and treatment of these two people must be done well, and there must be no mistakes."

"Also, don't publicize this matter until it's completely settled."

Seeing Gu Chengyuan's last meaningful look, Zhao Jie nodded immediately and said that he would explain to the militia when he returned.

Although the accident was not anyone's fault, the militia's first mission resulted in unexpected "casualties". If not handled properly, it would inevitably have a very bad impact on the survivors.

If the survivors inadvertently regard the militia as a high-risk profession, it is hard to say whether anyone would be willing to join it when their lives are at stake.

Gu Chengyuan tends to gently guide the survivors to participate in the war against the end of the world!

Because this is not a war of Gu Chengyuan alone or a group, this is a people's war, a racial war! So in addition to the system warriors, all available forces should be mobilized!

If the survivors are scared and dare not participate at the beginning, then we have no choice but to use tough measures to force them.

Although it can be done, it is not what I want to see. It is obviously for the survival of mankind, so why make myself unpopular among everyone? Wouldn't it be better to be harmonious?

Therefore, guiding public opinion is very important!

This reminded Gu Chengyuan that perhaps it was time to set up a mouthpiece similar to a radio station. There were nearly a thousand people in the shelter now.

A great man once said that public opinion is also a position. If you don’t occupy it, others will!

Now that he had obtained the zombie crystal core, Gu Chengyuan no longer lingered and asked someone to suck gasoline from more than a dozen ownerless cars on the roadside and poured it all onto the densely packed corpses on Xuefu Street.

A convoy of six Mengshi vehicles and more than a dozen civilian vehicles, with the blazing headlights leading the way, broke through the darkness and drove into the heavy twilight.

Behind the convoy was Xuefu Street, where thick black smoke was billowing. Orange-red flames rolled into various shapes on the pile of corpses, like a greedy glutton devouring everything.

From time to time, there were crackling sounds echoing in the empty streets. The black smoke drifted high into the sky with the wind, and then scattered into ashes on the ground...

In the corner of this doomsday picture, a pair of red eyes stared with resentment at the convoy that was gradually disappearing into the night, then jumped and followed it, blending into the darkness.