Vol 2 Chapter 115: Don't say that I said

"Right, how was the casualty yesterday?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang has always been worried about casualties. Every time a team member is killed, he has to suffer for a while. Others follow him, but he can't protect the lives of others. This makes him blame, often for the purpose of booking a plan, knowing that there is danger. He also had to let his team members go to work hard, and this contradiction made him extremely tangled.
"There are no casualties for the official players. 132 people were sent to the militia. The two fled and were shot. Eleven people were infected in the town of the encirclement town. At that time, they were afraid of causing other militia to panic. In the name of treatment, they were secretly disposed of and the body was burned.

Zhang Huai'an said the darkest scene of yesterday. The first battle made the members injured by the shield scared, and the fear even spread to other militias who were not injured.
Seeing this situation, Lu Xiaobu simply did not let other militia know the truth. As long as he was scratched, he was brought to the side to comfort himself. After they put down their worries, they broke the knot.
"I can't live for a while, I won't be alive. I will give a commendation to the militia, reward some combat fierce, and finally tell their injured companions to become zombies, as a teaching material, tell the militia how to protect themselves. ""
Zhang Huai'an nodded, flipped his small notebook and continued to report:
"Captain Huang Quan found a mutant pig population. By hunting and mutating pigs, it was concluded that the habits of those mutant pigs have not changed, timid, but unfortunately as livestock.
In addition, there are a large number of heavy equipment in the arsenal found, including hundreds of 76.2 mm field battles, hundreds of various 14.5 mm high-altitude machine guns, hundreds of small-caliber guns, and more than 10,000 63-type rifles.
The inventory of the ammunition depot is too late to be counted. According to Huang Quan’s visual inspection, it is at least two to three times larger than the ammunition depot we found in prison. In the future, we may acquire ammunition at least five times more than the ammunition of our existing base.
The returned weapons were counted, and there were 250 automatic rifles of type 63, 4 types of 52-type recoilless guns, 4 of 12.7 mm high-altitude machine guns, 2 types of 52-type 82-mm mortars, 100,000 rifle bullets, and high-altitude machine guns. Millions of hairs and 480 shells.

Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded his approval. Although it was a little risky, the harvest was very good. Now, don't care about it for the time being. The main focus is on the ashore of the fish.
"Hey, do you see if those weapons are temporarily sealed, or will they be sent first?"
Zhang Huai's heart is the place where he hangs his weapon. If he is sealed, he will have more troubles. The number of people who watch the weapons can't be less. This is also the case. There are still many second-hand 95 and Bayi styles in the camp. The key is that the guns need regular maintenance. If you go down, it is the battle team members.
"Is the militia not performing well yesterday? You can send them rifles, old rules, strict control of bullets, heavy weapons all issued, all as training equipment, let every official team learn and operate, we must continue to enhance the comprehensive team Fighting power."
Zhang Huai'an felt a lot of thoughts. The total number of militiamen who had been on the battlefield yesterday was only 119. In other words, there are more than one hundred rifles that can't be divided. It is still a hassle.
"Hey, there are more than a hundred rifles. Do you want to send them to the remaining militia? Yesterday they went hunting fish and didn't make it."
This time, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not even shake his head even thinking.
"No, no, through the test of close combat, those guys will only rely on the guns, no bullets, they become the sheep that are arbitrarily slaughtered, let go with the zombies and say it."
Zhang Huai'an has no objection, and Zhang Xiaoqiang said it is reasonable.
"Right, aren't we recruiting hundreds of sailors? It's a pity to let them grow vegetables and let them learn about gun operations. They may be our surface forces in the future."
Zhang Huai'an's eyes lit up and raised his hands in favor.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked around at everyone, and it was difficult to conceal his sleep on their faces. They announced the meeting. At this time, Zhang Huai'an did not turn and left, grinding and smashing to the end.
"Let's talk, what's the matter?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang asked indifferently, and he could only apologize to the Shangguan who was alone in the vacancy.
"Nothing big, I want to ask, doesn't I like to drink a bar on weekdays?"
"Yeah, I don't like drinking very much, why do you ask this?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang was asked to be inexplicable. I saw Zhang Huai'an's old eyes flashing, showing a bit of brilliance, bowing his body, with a bit of flattery, and screaming in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang:
"Hey, look, I don't have any hobbies. I like to drink two or two small wines before going to bed. When I finish drinking, I will sleep. It is called the smell of sleep. This sleeps well. The next day, people have the spirit, people. With the spirit, the task you can explain can be done neat...····
" Stop and stop... What do you want to say?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang is depressed~EbookFREE.me~ He gave up to accompany the officer, just to sit here and listen to Zhang Huai'an, this old thing is nonsense?
"Yes, did Lu Xiaobu bring back the two jars of alcohol yesterday?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked up and leaned against the back of the chair and pointed his chin at Zhang Huai'an. He understood.
"That wine of the jar is also 20 pounds. When you open it, the original wine can be packed with twenty pounds of wine and four or five pounds. On this one, the altar is only fifteen or six pounds. I only have a total of 14 pounds. It’s divided into seven pounds. You don’t know, Wang Le’s is red-eyed when he sees the wine, and he’s taken away five pounds...·

"I understand your idea·····"
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not want to listen to Zhang Huai'an complaining, and interrupted at random. He stared at Zhang Huai'an's shining eyes and said softly:
"Others say that the wine is a hundred years of alcoholism. Now it is absolutely rooted. For me, it is not wine, it is a heirloom, you want to move my heirloom?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang has never been a generous person. He is not rare for others. He does not want others to get cheap, even if he is a confidant.
"Yes, yes, I will just talk about it..."
The sweat on Zhang Huai'an's head oozes out, and his heart is also complaining about himself. The ghosts are fascinated, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's attention is actually played.
"However, you don't have no hope...········
Zhang Huai'an's eyes lit up again, with the hope of looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes.
"Lv Xiaobu didn't have any wines yesterday? As far as I know, Lu Xiaobu is not a bad wine. He is so generous for a reason. You can understand it if you think about it."
"Ha! Are you saying? I understand, I understand, it’s too late, you are resting..."
Zhang Huai'an was in the shape of a color, turned and left, and at the door, Zhang Xiaoqiang gave a sentence:
"Don't tell me what I said..."