Chapter 1,750 Besieged on all sides (twenty-four
After a sleepless night, Lao Lin was screaming, and Lao Zhao was so tired that he couldn't even remember.
But Chengwu in the upper part of the mountain can now take turns to rest, but they have to continue to stick to their posts.
There is no way, today is too special. According to the agreement, the skinheads will send someone to make final confirmation today.
Although no one knew whether the revenge the skinhead said was true or false, the fact that the other party came over was determined by the bench.
Wenquan Xin brought cooked porridge from the kitchen to Lao Zhao and Lao Lin at the guard booth early in the morning.
After the team left last night, this was supposed to be done by Wei Yang and others, but now it has to be shared among the garrison members in the village because of the lack of manpower.
With half of the people missing, the village is now very lonely.
In conjunction with the upcoming war and negotiations, the village of Xing became even more depressed and dignified.
"Old Zhao, Lao Lin, I just cooked this, you can eat it while it's hot." Wenquan Xin placed the bowls and chopsticks on the table.
Lao Zhao looked at the steaming porridge on the table and made no move.
All his thoughts were confirmed by today's meeting.
It's no wonder that every word he will confirm with the skinheads later will determine the life or death of the village and even the entire team.
Lin Junfu saw the sad look on Lao Zhao's face and knew in his heart that his old man was worried about today's meeting.
In this regard, he Lin Junfu is not the same.
The opponent's aggressive momentum, his own serious shortage of manpower, everything seemed to be pressing down on him and Zhao Yunhai like a mountain.
They also don’t know if they are making the right decision.
The final outcome of peace talks or not is not a simple probability theory issue.
However... the development of the matter has now been finalized.
It doesn't depend on your emotions, so...
"Haha, people are like iron, and food is like steel. Old Zhao, don't be stunned. Let's eat quickly. We can work hard when we are full. We can't let Xiao Wen down."
After saying that, Lao Lin did not forget to poke Lao Zhao in the arm.
After being "tortured" by Lin Junfu in this way, the worried old Zhao Leng snorted: "Ah!?"
Then he realized what he was doing and nodded in agreement: "Oh, that's right. Eat, eat, um, Xiao Wen, you haven't eaten either, come on, don't just watch us eat, you should join us too."
Wenquan Xin waved his hand: "Old Zhao, don't worry about me. I will take care of my food. Just eat yours. If you don't have enough, tell me, I will get it for you."
In order to ease the depressing atmosphere in the room and reduce Lao Zhao's burden, Lin Junfu smiled and replied: "Well, thanks to Xiao Wen's presence, once Wei Yang and the others leave, no one will take care of the logistics at home. Usually Wei Yang Don’t they think that after leaving now, Lao Zhao and I will still have a headache about this matter. It’s fine now... Haha, Xiao Wen, you have solved our big problem. Are you right, Lao Zhao?"
After laughing twice heartily, Lao Lin deliberately put the question away from Lao Zhao.
Lao Zhao nodded immediately: "Yes, Xiao Wen, you have really helped a lot by stepping forward at this critical moment."
Being praised by Lao Zhao and Lao Lin made Wenquan Xin a little at a loss.
"Ah, I, this is a simple effort for me, it's nothing. I just don't know if it suits everyone's taste." Wenquan Xin replied modestly, which was completely inconsistent with his usual playful and bragging personality.
It's just that...this bowl of porridge doesn't suit the taste.
In order not to make the atmosphere too depressing and solemn.
During the meal, the three people in the room chatted without saying a word, distracting each other.
But some things will always come as they should.
This was just when Lao Zhao, Lao Lin, and Wenquan Xin were chatting in the room.
The Chinese watch on the sentry tower outside the house is closely watching the situation around the village.
He basically had no time to spare this night.
Even if it was a personal matter such as going to the toilet, he would do it in the urine bucket specially placed on the tower.
Anyway, the tower is at the highest point of the village, and all the women in the village have left, so Huabiao, the big man, really has nothing to be embarrassed about.
In the current emergency situation, Huabiao must ensure that someone can control the situation around the village.
"Hua Zi! Have some hot porridge, Xiao Wen made it early in the morning. You rest for a while, I'll keep an eye on it."
A man's voice came from behind.
Hua Biao looked back and saw that it was Wu Chao.
"Chaozi, why are you here? Didn't I tell you to stop running around if nothing happens?"
Since Wu Chao was injured in the last prison battle, he has not been asked to participate in basically anything in the village.
But in this current battle, after careful consideration by Lao Zhao and others, and Wu Chao's strong request, the team finally decided to leave him in the village.
In fact, Wu Chao's condition is OK now, and his injured arm has almost recovered.
The main reason why everyone did not let him participate in the affairs before was because they hoped that he could recover more stably.
After all, gunshot wounds are no different than others, plus it is in such a severe environment as the end of the world.
Lao Zhao and others did not want Wu Chao to suffer a second trauma due to his premature participation in team activities, involving the wounds he had just recovered from.
But now facing the retaliation that may come at any time from the Doomsday Salvation and Revival Society, the Victors Alliance garrison team, which is seriously short of manpower, needs all available resources and manpower.
As for Wu Chao, as the main force who has often been with the team on the front line since the beginning of the team's establishment... his combat effectiveness and combat experience are beyond doubt.
After discussion, the leadership group finally decided that it would be better for Wu Chao to stay in the village, taking into account the complexity of life in the mountains.
As far as Wu Chao is concerned, he feels uncomfortable being cared for by his team.
Previously, he had no choice but to rest because of his injured arm.
But now, after a period of recovery, he thinks there is no problem anymore.
But he was still taken care of by everyone in the team. Not only did he not need to participate in team affairs, but even daily meals would be delivered to his room.
Wu Chao was not used to this kind of special care.
So this time the village was in trouble, Wu Chao had to participate in it no matter what, and contribute to his family.
"Hey, Hua Zi, I'm fine, I've recovered now, don't you think that's good!" As he spoke, Wu Chao twisted his arm to prove to Hua that what he said was true.
Hua Biao saw this: "No, your arm..."
"My arm is fine, how can I still be unclear about my affairs?" Without giving Hua Biao a chance to speak, Wu Chao interrupted and pushed the porridge in his hand to Hua Biao: "Hey, stop talking nonsense and eat it quickly. I came all the way to bring it to you, you can’t ask me to bring it back again.”
Looking at the hot bowl in Wu Chao's hand, Hua Biao sighed helplessly.
Yes, people have brought the porridge all the way. If I insist on not eating it...it just doesn't make sense either emotionally or rationally.
"Okay, you keep an eye on it for me and I'll eat!"
After receiving a positive reply, Wu Chao showed a victor's smile: "Hey, that's right."
