"I've long been unhappy with you, wearing military uniforms and doing nothing! His grandma won't stay in this place anymore..."
Most of the bearded face was hidden under the gauze, and the other half was full of indignation.
He cursed harshly and basically greeted Huang Bingtian's family members.
Just when all the survivors thought that the lunatic on the stage would raise his gun and shoot, Huang Bingtian showed a satisfied smile and nodded towards the bearded man who was full of evil words.
"Well, very good. If you want to leave, I will satisfy you. This is your food and water for three days."
With that said, Huang Bingtian took the backpack handed to him and threw it into the bearded man's arms.
The bearded man was not polite, he opened the zipper and took a cursory glance inside.
The water is bottled mineral water, and the food is three days' worth of instant military rations.
Probably because the bearded man moved too much, during his inspection, the opening of the backpack was stretched a bit, causing several bottles of water to fall out.
This time, the surrounding survivors could see clearly.
It turned out that Huang Bingzhen had prepared food and water and had no intention of killing those survivors who had different opinions.
"I don't want to stay anymore! I want to leave!"
With the first leader, followers soon appeared in the restless crowd.
It was a young man, neither fat nor thin, who raised his right hand timidly.
"give him."
This time Huang Bingtian did not take over the backpack containing supplies, but gave a faint order directly behind him.
The same three-day quota of food and water was thrown in front of the young man, exactly the same as what was given to the bearded man.
Although the number of people wanting to leave is slowly beginning to increase, the trend is not as unstoppable as a dam bursting.
There are still many survivors who are thinking in their hearts, wondering whether they should stand up and leave this arbitrary and authoritarian shelter.
Don’t say anything else.
After all, the safety in front of you is visible and tangible.
If you leave the shelter, you will receive three days' worth of food and water, but once you leave, it means you will have to face danger alone.
Although this is a mountainous area, far away from densely populated towns.
But the possibility of encountering a horde of corpses is not impossible.
If you are a little unlucky, you may encounter a ferocious mutated creature. Only God can know whether you will live or die.
Therefore, for the sake of their own lives, many survivors still chose to be "cowardly" and chose to obey Huang Bingtian's ideas.
And these are exactly what Huang Bingtian wants.
Half an hour later, there were no more new survivors in the crowd who wanted to leave.
The surrounding soldiers also put down their guard weapons under Huang Bingtian's instruction.
Looking at the six survivors who were about to leave the shelter in front of him, Huang Bingtian had no unnecessary expression on his face.
"Let me ask one more question, you six are really planning to leave the Siming Mountain Shelter, right?"
"That's right, we've had enough of staying in this place for a long time. It's not like we can't kill zombies. If we find a good place, we can still develop our power and survive!"
The well-proportioned young man said, his eyes full of contempt.
"I see, you are all good at killing zombies, but brother, your injuries seem to be very serious. I really don't consider staying in the refuge.
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Keep it for a while longer? "
Huang Bingtian nodded and turned to the bearded man with most of his face wrapped in gauze.
"Hmph, I said it from the beginning. I've already seen you unhappy. Even if I get eaten by zombies outside, I won't stay in this damn place for one more second!"
"Okay, okay, then I wish you all smooth sailing. Zhao Hang and Zhu Zhan, take these people and leave."
As if sensing the other party's determined attitude, the expression on Huang Bingtian's face instantly became indifferent.
After giving a simple order, he led his troops and left the training ground.
Seeing Huang Bingtian leading his troops to leave, the remaining survivors who decided to stay in the shelter began to feel confused.
Because they don't know what to do next.
According to Huang Bingtian, anyone who stays in the shelter is basically equivalent to receiving a certificate of surrender, and they will be a family from now on.
Since the Siming Mountain Shelter no longer has the status of a government organization, the survivors must rely on labor to obtain their daily needs.
Fortunately, this confused state did not last long. Soon, another bloated man led a group of soldiers towards the center of the training ground.
This man looked tall and thick, with the air of a bandit on his face.
If it weren't for that military uniform, people who didn't know it would probably think that some bandit leader had come down from the mountain to catch the autumn wind.
The visitor was none other than Xu Xiaoxiao's uncle, Xu Xiafeng.
After a night of night watch, his face was not only not tired at this moment, but also full of energy.
Although I have not personally experienced the events of the night.
But as the commander of the Ninth Military Region and the former big brother of the Siming Mountain Refuge.
Xu Xiafeng still heard the whole story from Huang Bingtian.
Naturally, they know the changes made by the other party and the subsequent arrangements.
After taking two or three steps onto the simple podium, Xu Xiafeng rubbed his face with his stubby fingers.
There was no fancy opening remarks. The fierce man grinned and smiled boldly.
"Hahahaha, the people standing here now must be our own people, right?"
"Don't worry, although the nature of the shelter has changed, the level of defense has not changed at all."
"As long as everyone cooperates, we will definitely be able to survive in this doomsday world!"
"Xiao Huang is quite busy, so I will tell you the rules from now on!"
As he spoke, Xu Xiafeng stretched his sleeves and began to fumble in the pockets of his jacket.
Probably due to his size, all the moves of this fierce man look funny.
Clumsy, with a touch of clumsiness.
After rummaging around in his jacket pocket for a while, Xu Xiafeng didn't find the manuscript he expected, so he stretched out his palm and touched his trouser pocket.
The eyes of everyone in the audience also followed his movements and looked down.
Probably because Huang Bingtian fired three shots in a row before, the shock and power still remained in the hearts of the survivors, so no one spoke at the moment.
Time passed minute by minute in this strange silence, as if there was no end at all.
"Damn it, I finally found it, it turned out to be here..."
Just when some of the survivors could not help but speak out, Xu Xiafeng finally took out something from his last pocket.
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A crumpled piece of paper.
During the unfolding process, the paper was even accidentally torn in half due to excessive force.
"Tsk, I just said that I'm not suitable for such a mundane job. Where did the stupid old man hide..."
Facing Xu Xiafeng's soliloquy, no one of the surrounding soldiers dared to speak to him.
Everyone's faces were as serious as possible, as if doing so would increase the momentum of the fat man in the middle.
Only Xu Xiaoxiao, who was farthest away, had a flash of embarrassment on his face...
"Ahem, um...new regulations...uh..."
Xu Xiafeng coughed for a long time and stared at the words on the note for a long time.
After a long while, he finally said his first complete sentence.
"Every survivor must provide appropriate labor value in the shelter from now on, have the obligation to obey all arrangements of the army, and have the right to enjoy all the protection of the army."
"Every resident in the shelter is entitled to a minimum food ration. Of course, this ration is very small and can only guarantee that you will not starve to death."
“If you want to eat enough, you need to obtain credits through labor or other methods.”
"The specific method of obtaining credit points and the acquisition ratio will be posted on the bulletin board in the east. If you have time, go and see for yourself..."
Then, Xu Xiafeng read a few words on the note, most of which were about life in the shelter in the future.
Although it is only a rough estimate, it basically includes food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Just when all the survivors secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the fat soldier's statement on the stage was just about ordinary things about food and accommodation.
Xu Xiafeng's eyes suddenly lit up, he raised his voice and shouted excitedly.
"Now, now this is the highlight. You guys, please listen to me."
"In the shelter, anyone who has accumulated more than a thousand credit points, or who has become a strengthener, can sign up to join the army!"
As soon as these words came out, the survivors below began to look at each other again.
This regulates production in the shelter, and they can understand that they must pay for their labor, but what the hell is signing up for the army?
Is it possible that the fat officer who looks like a bandit on the stage still expects these untrained survivors to go out and kill zombies?
Staying in a shelter also puts your life at risk.
Thinking about it this way, it would be better to just get three days of food and leave the shelter happily...
As if he had guessed the inner thoughts of the survivors, Xu Xiafeng pressed down with one hand to signal everyone to be calm.
"Hey, hey, you cowards, you're afraid of getting killed. I said it's voluntary, and I'm not forcing you to join the army. If you don't want to join the army, you can still stay in the inner circle of the shelter and rely on labor in exchange for credits."
Most of the survivors breathed a sigh of relief at this addition.
However, there were also a few brave young people who carefully raised their right hands.
"Damn it, if you have something to say, say it quickly, if you have a fart, hurry up, you think it's a kindergarten class, and you raise your hand to ask a question, you, oh, that's you, that big brain shell! You say it!"
The young man who was targeted by Xu Xiafeng trembled, hesitated for a moment, and spoke.
"Sir, are there any benefits to joining the army?"
"That's right. If you join the army, you have to risk your life. Is there any benefit?"
As soon as this question was raised, the crowd began to buzz with discussion...
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