"Transfer the wounded? Now?"
Whether it was the soldiers in charge of the transfer or the wounded sitting in the carriage resting, after hearing Qiu Qianjun's order, the same question arose in their minds.
However, the soldier in charge of the transfer was only slightly surprised and immediately set out to carry out the order.
On the contrary, the wounded in the carriage began to become restless, looking at each other in confusion and communicating in low voices.
"What's going on? Why did the wounded suddenly be evacuated..."
"Zhu Zhan, Zhao Hang, Wang Zidan, Hu Tengye... these are all people under Qiu Qianjun. Is it possible that we need to separate them from us to provide them with better treatment?"
"Is it possible that Captain Qiu wants to make a small fuss for his own people?"
"No way. If Captain Qiu really wanted to create a small business for his own people, then why did he bring Wang Xiao and Xiang Yang with him? These two are both Dugupo people..."
"Yes, yes, Wang Mingming and Zhao Zhiqi are also soldiers under Captain Duan..."
"Then why did you suddenly evacuate the wounded and name these eight people..."
"Ask me, who should I ask..."
The other injured people were talking in low voices, and their eyes were looking at the eight people named by Qiu Qianjun from time to time.
However, although the eight people who were named and asked to be transferred were also puzzled, because their physical symptoms of sleepiness became more and more obvious, they really couldn't bring themselves to discuss it with the other injured people.
"It seems that all of these people who have been called out are no longer good..."
I don’t know who had sharp eyes and whispered.
The originally noisy carriage suddenly became quiet, and everyone turned their heads and looked away as if nothing had happened, no longer focusing on the named wounded.
The two soldiers assigned by Qiu Qianjun quickly brought their companions. They worked in pairs, one lifted the shoulders and the other lifted the legs, and one by one they moved the wounded whose names were called out of the carriage.
It didn't take long for all eight wounded people to leave the carriage, leaving only the remaining twenty-eight wounded people.
Seeing that the last named wounded person also left the carriage, there was a whisper in the silent atmosphere.
"In my opinion, those whose names are called will probably die..."
"Yes, yes, that Zhao Zhiqi was the most seriously injured. The zombies dug a hole in his stomach and his intestines came out..."
"And that Hu Tengye, hey, half of his face was eaten away by zombies..."
"I guess Qiu Qianjun felt that these people were definitely hopeless, so he asked them to leave the carriage in advance to avoid being infected with the corpse and affecting our safety..."
"Yes, yes, those people must be hopeless. They must have been dealt with in advance..."
"I just said that Zhao Zhiqi, whose intestines were leaking out, must be hopeless. That stupid medical soldier back then tried his best to use medicine on a dead man. It was really a waste..."
The discussion in the carriage was dominated by sympathy and sympathy at first, but somehow, it gradually changed.
"I heard that Zhao Hang is usually very stingy and always picks and chooses. Now it's better. His life is gone and his money is useless..."
"And Wang Mingming, Captain Duan is so kind to him, but he always leans towards Qiu Qianjun, acting like a young boy. I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup Qiu Qianjun poured into him..."
"Wang Xiao and Xiang Yang are not good people either. These two people stay together secretly every day. I guess there may be something wrong with their orientation..."
"There's something wrong somewhere. It's a big problem. Last time I saw two people fighting in the corner. As soon as I walked over, the two people separated immediately. There is definitely something evil here..."
The topic slowly shifted from the characters and behaviors of the eight people to their thoughts and morals.
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, and finally even rose to the level of personal attack.
Many soldiers were actually not familiar with the eight people who were taken away, but because of the rhythm of the soldiers' words, they also participated in the discussion and never tired of slandering the soldiers who were taken away.
In their hearts, those eight soldiers had been sentenced to death, and discussing the dead people arbitrarily did not seem to put any burden on their hearts at all.
Ma Long was still sitting cross-legged, leaning against the carriage, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he quietly scanned the injured people in the carriage.
Qiu Qianjun, who was standing outside the carriage, frowned and glanced away, trying his best to ignore the discussion in the carriage.
Human nature is the last thing that can withstand testing.
In today's turbulent stage, all ordinary people are under tremendous pressure to survive.
Especially soldiers like them, who were not sure whether the old order still existed, took the risk of being infected anytime and anywhere, and went to an illusory mission point to complete a mission of unknown meaning.
The mental pressure is enormous.
So Qiu Qianjun could understand why these wounded soldiers were talking behind their backs about their comrades who had been taken away.
Although it sounds sad, it is indeed a way to relieve stress.
Besides, they don't have much time to talk behind their backs.
Qiu Qianjun looked at Ma Long at the end of the carriage. At this time, Ma Long seemed to have recovered from the previous fatigue. He was no longer in the cross-legged resting position, but stood up and leaned against the wall next to the carriage.
But the same as before, the young soldier's eyes still did not leave the car for even a moment, and he kept scanning the faces of the soldiers who were whispering to each other.
Like a vicious guard dog.
In a place ignored by everyone, Ma Long's right hand was quietly holding on the holster of the pistol at his waist. The opening of the holster was untied at some point, and he was in a state of alert that he could pull it out and shoot at any time.
"I-I'm so thirsty...Is there any water...I want to drink water..."
The buzzing discussion was interrupted by a weak request. It was the soldier with a bandage on his hand, who was asking for water outside the carriage.
Malone's eyes crossed the crowd and fell on the supplicant.
The man was currently squatting on the ground, huddled in a ball, and his whole body was trembling slightly.
Because his hands and feet were tied with ropes, and he wore special protective gear on his face, he looked extremely restrained.
However, Ma Long just glanced at the other party, then turned his attention to Qiu Qianjun, and shook his head gently.
Captain Qiu, who was originally planning to ask the soldiers to get water, opened his mouth halfway, but after seeing Ma Long's actions, he silently closed his mouth.
"You want to drink water? Do you have any other feelings?"
Ma Long stepped forward and came to the soldier with bandaged hands under the gaze of all the wounded. He half-knelt on the ground and carefully observed the other person's face.
It's like there are flowers on the other person's face.
"Anything else? Nothing... I'm just so thirsty... Oh, by the way... the wound doesn't seem to hurt anymore... I feel like there's a fire in my head... It feels so uncomfortable..."
"Are you sleepy?"
Hearing the bandage soldier's answer, Ma Long seemed not satisfied and asked a question that left everyone present confused.
"Are you sleepy...? You're not sleepy then. It's like there's a fire burning in your head. How could you be sleepy..."
The bandaged soldier seemed a little impatient. He was really thirsty, but the soldier named Ma Long in front of him was still asking questions and refused to give him water.
"I want to drink water! I want to drink water! Give me water quickly!"
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Like a dog whose tail was stepped on, the bandaged soldier who was squatting on the ground in a weak state one second immediately roared hysterically the next second. If his body was not tied up with ropes, Ma Long would have no doubt that the other party would He fell to the ground.
"I'm very sorry……"
Malone straightened up and looked down at the bandaged soldier in front of him.
"Do you have any other wishes? Maybe I can make it come true for you..."
His usually determined eyes were filled with regret and sadness.
"I want to drink water! I want to drink water!!"
The bandaged soldier could no longer hear any words, and his vocal cords seemed to have become his only output tool, frantically expressing his needs to the outside world.
"Why did his eyes turn gray?!"
"Zombie transformation! This kid has become a corpse!"
"Quick! Kill him quickly! Do it quickly..."
The originally quiet carriage immediately became a mess. All the injured soldiers yelled and moved outside. Suddenly, a large circle appeared with Ma Long and the bandaged soldier as the center.
Although the pistol was at his waist, Malone did not draw the gun as quickly as the wounded soldiers wanted. Instead, he looked at the ropes on the bandaged soldiers to check whether they were loose.
After confirming that the ropes and protective gear were strong and reliable, Ma Long slowly stood up and prepared to walk out of the car.
Looking at it like this, he didn't intend to do anything and just let the bandaged soldier squirm and struggle on the ground.
"Why are you leaving? Do it quickly and kill him..."
"What if he bites us? Kill him quickly..."
The screams of the wounded came from behind the protective gear, and panic spread rapidly in the carriage like a severe infectious disease.
Finally, when Ma Long reached the edge of the carriage, a hoarse voice of prayer suddenly came from the noisy atmosphere, stopping him in his tracks.
"I also want to...see...my children...and the...osmanthus tree in my hometown..."
The sound was very small, but it was enough for Ma Long, a first-level ability user, to hear clearly.
"Uh-oh!"
After stopping at the entrance of the carriage for a while, until the hoarse voice turned into an irrational roar, Ma Long jumped out of the carriage and walked towards Xu Xiaoxiao.
The girl stayed outside the carriage from the beginning. Although she was covered in black mucus from horse-level zombies and felt uncomfortable, she was still very sensible and kept quiet, and did not cause any trouble to anyone.
Since he had witnessed the scene of a girl fighting with a horse-level zombie, Qiu Qianjun knew that the other party was an enhancer, and he wanted to win over her. Seeing that the girl was covered in filth, he asked if he needed to change his clothes.
But Xu Xiaoxiao just shook his head, his eyes never leaving Ma Long in the carriage.
"Captain Qiu, would you please take Xiao Xiao to change his clothes? Don't you feel uncomfortable being so dirty?"
Arriving in front of the girl, Ma Long seemed to have recovered from his previous depression. He looked up and down at the smelly Xu Xiaoxiao and said helplessly to Qiu Qianjun.
"I just asked this girl to change clothes, but she refused and her eyes never left your side for a moment..."
Qiu Qianjun also gave a wry smile. This Xu Xiaoxiao was a genuine enhancer, and he was an ordinary citizen. He did not dare to use his status as a team leader to suppress the opponent.
"Aren't I worried about you, Mr. Ma Long..."
Xu Xiaoxiao stuck out his tongue, and a relieved smile appeared on Poker's face again.
"I have recovered. Go change your clothes quickly. It stinks..."
The same smile appeared on Ma Long's face. The young soldier covered his nose with his left hand and waved his right hand gently in the air a few times, pretending to be unable to bear it and said...
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