"Brother Qin, what shall we do in the future? In the past, those who were in charge of the operation of the base were all Malibo's cronies. They have been controlled and need to let them... "
"Can't..."
Zhang Xiaoqiang flatly rejected Lu Junyi's proposal, and then thought that both of them are soldiers. They may be very proficient in carrying out tasks, but they are not familiar with all the operations of the base. Ma Ruibo's cronies may have no problems, or they may have problems. Anyway, Zhang Xiaoqiang does not want to cut corners, as for management and arrangement, It seems that he himself has a power thousands of times greater than that.
"Count the remaining people and classify them according to their professional skills. Song kunhai is in charge of the logistics. The one who is in charge of the maintenance of the base should find out which one is in charge of the highest rank. In addition, women should be divided into the service department. The oldest woman among them should be in charge of the health and service work of the whole base, At the same time, let them set up schools for all children under 14 to learn cultural knowledge. For those over 14, let song kunhai arrange for them.
In addition, to control Maribo's laboratory and set up a scientific research department, you need to find a person who is absolutely loyal to you as the person in charge. Regardless of the specific scientific research, you just need to collect the achievements, reserve them, select the achievements that can be achieved, and turn them into benefits.
In addition, Huarong set up a special operations department to select elite soldiers and then take charge of ground operations. "
Zhang Xiaoqiang told them the orders one by one, which immediately made them feel very clear. In fact, the base management that they were tangled with before was not very difficult. Zhang Xiaoqiang solved their troubles in a few sentences.
"So... What's the arrangement for the new era?"
At this time, Lu Junyi, who is a little more sensitive, hears that all the arrangements of Zhang Xiaoqiang are internal personnel of the base, and all the management is not in the new era. Lu Junyi's words also make Zhang Xiaoqiang's elite of the new era care about him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at Lu Junyi and hates him for not mentioning any pot. His contact with the new era is only a few words. The most familiar person is the centurion around him. Yueyang just has a conversation. To put it bluntly, his friendship with the 20 elites around him is deeper than that of Yueyang. At least they live and die together, These soldiers have been following him all the time. To a certain extent, they are comrades in arms.
"Well, they just need to take a breath here for a while. After dealing with millions of zombies, we can harvest a whole city. Maybe the materials in this city can't match the storage in the underground base, but it's a heaven given place for the survivors outside. Besides, as far as I know, there are thousands of survivors hiding in another city, I've killed the zombie leader there, and it's easy to recover the city.
In this way, there will be two cities in Sichuan, one underground base, relying on each other, clearing out a blank area, slowly developing and accumulating, and finally recovering the whole Sichuan. Once Sichuan, as a land of abundance, has no zombies, it may be a vast paradise. "
Zhang Xiaoqiang's description is very beautiful. The soldiers around him are infected and the elite of the new era are relieved. What Zhang Xiaoqiang means is to let them continue to fight, constantly clean up the zombies and charge for the city. Compared with working for the new era, they are more willing to do their part for their own nation as a Chinese.
"It's moving, he's moving... Watch out..."
The centurion suddenly points at the strapped giant on the ground and shouts. Then ten g36 rifles aim at the giant. Lu Junyi's face moves when he sees it, but he doesn't stop it. Zhang Xiaoqiang is also held in xiangmi'er's arms and walks away. He leans in xiangmi'er's arms and feels the warmth and humidity on his face, One of Zhang Xiaoqiang's old faces turns into an embarrassing character.
The metal face bone on the man's terrible cheek is shining in the light. His eyes are as deep as a black hole. If you cover the other half of his face with a piece of paper, the remaining half is a normal person's cheek. The thin cheek, the high cheekbones, the handsome appearance, and his thick eyebrows are all telling, If this man is not disfigured, he must be a handsome man.
The man's closed eyelids trembled slightly, then suddenly opened them, and then the bolt sounded like a sound. The man just looked at the blue sky and white clouds above his head. At first, his eyes were scattered, and there was no focus. It was only three minutes later that his pupils closed together, and then he coughed loudly, The whole person is bound, and he shakes in the fierce cough, like a prawn about to be cooked.
The severe cough makes Juhan not like a cold robot, but like a living human. However, no one dares to come forward and pat him on the back to give him a chance to breathe, including his two former subordinates.
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