Chapter 62 Ye Qing's Transformation

After Gu Chengyuan’s morale-boosting speech last night, the mental outlook of the survivors in the entire night university gathering place had changed significantly the next day.

Especially when the news of the militia's expansion by 200 men came out, all the survivors signed up enthusiastically, wanting to join, and some women even clamored to join.

Faced with such high enthusiasm for joining the army, the militia members were almost laughing their faces off. Several team leaders didn't even bother to wash their faces after getting up, and just squatted at the militia's recruitment point to watch.

Several captains of the militia team, each holding a large yellow-bottomed cigarette in their mouths, sat on the curb, pointing at the registration team. Their expressions and language were very much like old farmers carrying livestock in the field.

"Fuck, this guy is pretty good. His legs look strong. He is very good at carrying and dragging corpses."

"That one isn't bad either. Look at how thick his arms are. He must be good at swinging a skull-breaking hammer."

"Guifang, why are you smiling without saying anything?"

"Hehe~ If they come in, I can save two heads from having to open, hehehe!"

"What the hell do you want? Even if our skull-smashing hammers produce sparks, they can't kill as fast as the Gatling guns that emit blue flames, right?"

"Ah! No more hehe!"

......

It’s no wonder that the militia team’s recruiting team leaders treat it like Chinese New Year and spend all their money on the Chongjiu cigarettes they usually don’t want to smoke to celebrate. The militia team is really suffering too much!

Many corpses, few people, and high work intensity

The psychological torture is even more perverted. Who would have thought that before the end of the world, people who had to ask the market to help them buy a live chicken would have dozens of skulls opened in a day in the end of the world?

The level of bloodiness was so high that even if Hannibal came they would have to stand at attention and call him "master". Fortunately, the greatest advantage of humans is adaptability. The end of the world forces them to do it, and their mentality has gradually changed.

Through constant self-hypnosis, many of them no longer regard zombies as their own kind. In their eyes, zombies are just monkey-like humanoid animals.

So when it comes to craniotomy, the more it is performed, the less burden people feel. Sometimes when we talk about it with each other, it's like asking how many fish we killed today.

Of course, not everyone can adapt. Those who cannot bear it psychologically can only do second-level jobs, such as driving a bulldozer to dig up corpses, transport corpses, cremate corpses, etc.

Perhaps before long, a contempt chain will spontaneously form among the militia, with the brain core extractors who can face the bloody scene sitting on the throne, and the others being despised younger brothers.

The militia recruits new members very quickly because there is only one criterion: first come, first served!

If you arrive first, it proves that you are highly motivated and in a good mental state. If you can squeeze to the front, it proves that you are in good health. The people behind you cannot squeeze through you.

Why can't you squeeze in? Oh, you're being modest? That's even worse. In the end times, survival is all about fighting. If your personality doesn't match, you'll be eliminated!

It is so plain and simple, the truth is simple.

In order to allow the new recruits of the militia to get back to work as soon as possible, after Zhao Jie consulted and reported to Gu Chengyuan, Gu Chengyuan waved his hand and promoted the militia to a company-level unit.

This made Zhao Jie very happy!

Regardless of whether he has been personally appointed to a certain rank or not, if the rank of the management unit is raised, doesn’t that mean his own rank will be raised, right?

When I think about the fact that I’m just under 22 and a company commander, I’d be so awesome before the end of the world!

Now, Lao Zhao is also a regular employee! And a regular company-level employee!

The happy Zhao Jie turned around and promoted all the old members of the militia to a higher level.

Ordinary team members become team leaders managing ten people, and four team leaders become squadron leaders managing 50 people.

This is certainly not because he is being arrogant, but if he wants the new recruits to adapt to the work quickly, he must use the method of old employees guiding the new.

With this arrangement, basically every four recruits can be assigned to one veteran to take care of them, saving a lot of teaching time.

Because everyone was promoted to a higher level, the morale of the entire militia is now very high. After breakfast, Gu Chengyuan wanted to say a few more words to Zhao Jie, but when he asked.

Wow, the militia team, led by Zhao Jie, has already arrived at the East District. They said they would work hard to increase production and not hold back their brothers on the front line. If they can’t keep up with the efficiency, they will just have to fight with time!

Hearing Zhao Jie expressing his determination to him on behalf of all the militiamen on the intercom, Gu Chengyuan couldn't help but laugh. He gave a few words of verbal encouragement before hanging up the intercom.

"Do I have the talent to catch up with the failed art students in terms of public speaking ability?"

"Ye Qing, are you okay? Why don't you switch to the corpse transport team?"

At the zombie disposal site in the East District, team leader He Wei watched Ye Qing unable to let go for a long time but did not force him.

"Not everyone can be a brain core extractor. Don't get scared and get sick. You can also shine in the logistics field. There's no need to be on the front line."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qing did not think about how the militia team, which was positioned as a logistics unit, had divided itself into the front-line and logistics units.

All he thinks about now is defeating himself. If he wants to defeat himself, he must go to the place that can train him the most!

When I think about the fact that I have died twice, if I retreat again, will I continue to regret it when I am about to die next time?

Ye Qing never wants to experience that kind of helplessness when death is approaching but there is nothing he can do about it again!

Thinking of this, Ye Qing's eyes turned fierce, he raised the skull-breaking hammer high and cursed:

"Fuck you! I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of you, a dead thing!"

"Die to me!"

bang~

Bang bang bang bang!

After the first hammer came down, Ye Qing seemed to have turned on some kind of switch, and he was like a madman. With each consecutive strike, the skull-breaking hammer left an afterimage.

The zombies beneath him had their brains splattered and were smashed to pieces.

"Fuck!"

"Don't abuse the corpse when you dig it out! Little donor!"

Looking at the crazy Ye Qing, team leader He Wei swallowed his saliva and dared not speak, considering whether to report it later.

This guy looks

Not a good person~