"No noise!"
"What are you doing in the military camp!?"
General Huang Sheng's roar, coupled with the roar of gunshots, instantly silenced the entire stadium, and hundreds of thousands of survivors did not dare to speak anymore.
"Sir! He was the one who stole my steamed buns!"
Some survivors cried out for injustice.
"Fart! It's obviously mine!"
"Sir! He is confusing right and wrong!"
A large group of people became angry again.
Seeing this scene, General Huang Sheng was angry on the surface, but his eyes were full of guilt, intolerance and bitterness.
As long as the army has enough food, why bother the common people fighting each other for a steamed bun and turning into demons?
This is the damn apocalypse.
"General, no need to say more, let's put some food in."
Qin Jue suddenly spoke.
These words instantly made countless survivors' eyes light up, and they also discovered Qin Jue's existence.
"It's the Chief of General Staff!" someone shouted excitedly.
"Chief of General Staff? Is the Chief of General Staff here?"
"Move in front, let's take a look at the Chief of General Staff too!"
The crowd surged, and countless people crowded towards Qin Jue with excited expressions.
Huang Sheng smiled helplessly, turned around and gave up the C position for Qin Jue.
Qin Jue looked around, and his slender figure appeared in the eyes of all the survivors.
"He is really the Chief of General Staff!"
"Chief of General Staff, don't blame us for fighting for it. We are really hungry."
"Yes, Chief of General Staff, we are hungry. We haven't eaten food for many days. Even a bite of bread is a luxury item now."
Countless people cried out in sorrow.
As early as seven days after the first global disconnection, major supermarkets and stores in Jiangcheng were robbed again and again, and basically all food supplies were divided up in those days.
The ordinary survivors, who are single and weak, can only survive until now by enduring hunger. Many people are so hungry that their ribs are showing.
At this moment, when they saw the chief of general staff, the grievances and sadness squeezed in people's hearts burst out, and they all confided in Qin Jue, as if they had seen the backbone.
Even if Qin Jue is only a twenty-year-old young man.
But the word Chief of the National General Staff.
It has already surpassed all appearance and age.
Looking at the people in front of him who were shouting like a mountain of grievances, Qin Jue felt sour in his heart. Although he was ruthless, these people were basically kind-hearted people. Otherwise, they would not have joined the army to serve the country and responded to the call. Otherwise, they would not be all sallow and hungry. Roll.
Those evildoers have long since carved up supplies from major supermarkets, shops, and grain and oil stores, and now they are hiding in corners to nourish them.
"All quiet."
Qin Jue took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and spoke calmly.
Slowly, the stadium became quiet again, and the hundreds of thousands of survivors all looked at Qin Jue eagerly as if they were the backbone of the group.
Qin Jue took out a dagger and threw it on the ground.
The dagger touched the ground, and the crisp sound resounded throughout the stadium.
The survivors looked at each other, wondering what Qin Jue meant.
Qin Jue did not speak, but picked up the dagger and began to carve divine patterns on the ground.
The survivors kept retreating, and finally Qin Jue carved three whiteboard divine patterns on the ground of the gymnasium.
White board divine pattern [turtle shell]
White board divine pattern [tiger claw]
White board divine pattern [caterpillar]
"Chief of General Staff...this is?"
Qin Jue stood up and explained briefly.
"These three divine patterns are called [Turtle Shell], [Tiger Claw], and [Caterpillar]. They can respectively give humans some defense, attack power and self-healing power. They are most suitable for ordinary people."
"This is the divine pattern!"
"Dear me, I saw on TV that all the generals had tattoos of fierce and fierce warriors. I thought all divine tattoos were like that!"
"I didn't expect that divine patterns could be so simple. That caterpillar can also give people self-healing power? It's really amazing."
The survivors looked surprised.
But Qin Jue's tone suddenly became cold, full of unquestionable strength and determination.
"From now on, everyone receives a dagger. No matter how good or bad the dagger is, they must carve these three divine patterns on themselves before twelve o'clock tonight. They must use blood!"
There was considerable uproar and exclamation from the survivors.
"No room for negotiation!"
Qin Jue shouted loudly.
The huge gymnasium fell silent for an instant.
General Huang Sheng smiled helplessly: "It is more intimidating than me."
Qin Jue looked around. Every survivor lowered his head and did not dare to look at those two strong and cold gazes.
"The area must be controlled within the size of a fist, and it is strictly prohibited to exceed the maximum area!"
"Anyone who can't complete the task will never be hired by the army!"
"If anyone completes the task, the army will immediately accept his information and transfer him to the reserves of the Fifth Infantry Brigade, and become an active soldier!"
Qin Jue's gaze left no room for doubt!
He pointed at the overcrowded stadium and finally threw out a sentence that was as cold as a steel knife:
"No one in this world can really save you!"
"If you want to die in the hands of monsters and monsters."
"Then don't carve divine patterns!"
"Cut your own throat with a dagger!"
"So as not to cause trouble to others, and also to save myself from pain!"
After saying that, Qin Jue turned around and left without hesitation.
The gymnasium was silent, and the survivors were trembling and silent, as if they were still immersed in Qin Jue's ruthless words.
Outside the gymnasium, General Huang Sheng caught up with Qin Jue and asked worriedly: "Chief of General Staff, are you too strict with the people? After all, divine patterns are equivalent to tattoos, and they have always been very objectionable to the people in Jiangcheng. They It may not be acceptable for a while, so we can give them some time..."
Qin Jue suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked back, his eyes as cold as ice.
General Huang Sheng smiled awkwardly: "I just suggested..."
"General, do you want to see so many brothers and sisters in Jiangcheng piled up in mountains and rivers of blood?"
"This... I definitely don't want to."
"We can make them adapt. What about the Ghost Festival on July 15th? How about the stronger weirdness that is constantly being replaced? What about the mountains of corpses and seas of blood piled up with human flesh and blood? adapt!?"
Qin Jue took a step forward.
At this moment, General Huang Sheng admitted that he felt like he was facing a human demon. Even though he had gone through the flames of war and fought against the generals, cold sweat broke out on his back at this moment, and he actually did not dare to look directly into Qin Jue's questioning eyes.
"General, it is the kindness of women that will destroy them."
Qin Jue withdrew his questioning eyes, returned to being as indifferent as the wind, and murmured softly: "Why didn't I want it? They are all living peacefully in the sun, and I am still the dandy kid of the Qin family who doesn't care about worldly affairs, and I still don't care about the sufferings of the world. .”
General Huang Sheng was stunned.
At this moment, he felt in Qin Jue's body again the compassionate heart of this young man beneath the frost-covered river.
god.
This word appeared in General Huang Sheng's mind uncontrollably.
God, isn’t that what it is?
Always aloof and indifferent as the wind.
But all the time, watching and guarding the world.
Of course, the gods here refer to human gods such as Fuxi, Xuanyuan, Shennong, etc.
"I see!"
General Huang Sheng lowered his head.
A general's bow to the country's chief of staff.
