In the early morning, after breakfast, the busy camp becomes just a strip. Women carry their children with cloth bags to the outside of the camp to start the day's work. These women are no longer as thin as pawns, and their feet are no longer flighty. They walk out in groups with tools, talking and laughing with each other.
Women wear simple clothes, and they don't have too many clothes on them. From their clean faces, they can see that they are a little ruddy. They work hard for days to make their bodies strong. There are some working women in the 1970s and 1980s. The children on their back are sensible. Hunger teaches them to be obedient.
Most of the time, these children don't cry or make noise. When their mother goes to work, they stay on their mother's back. When their mother works, they sit on the ridge of the field and play by themselves. When they have dinner, they will find their mother and go to the Holy Land and canteen in their hearts.
The children who studied with Huang Tingwei were divided into two groups. Some of the children who were recognized by Ding Luo followed him outside the camp to learn all kinds of basic skills. The rest of them began to study every day. New notebooks and ballpoint pens were sent to them. Everyone cherished them very much, and every word they wrote was correct and meticulous.
When the stationery was distributed, each notebook had 11 names written on it, which briefly stated that these people died in order to get this batch of stationery.
The people who wrote these words were militia. They got up before dawn, picked up a pen and wrote down the names of the compatriots who died in the war on their notebooks. This kind of behavior in the camp was recognized by them, and they felt respect for the first time. They could also guess vaguely that those companions were executed yesterday.
They know that it's a last resort. It's one thing to know, and it's one thing to think about it. It's certain that they have a knot in their heart. By writing the names of people in their notebooks in the morning, they know that the camp has not forgotten the war dead. It's enough for the next generation of successors to remember these names in the camp. The memorial printed in their hearts is the most moving.
Militia stood neatly in the center of the camp. More than 200 militia were automatically divided into two sets. The one was yesterday fighting to kill the zombies. The other was digging holes with the shovel at the lake.
Yesterday morning, all the militiamen looked the same, no matter what they said or looked like, or what they did. Today, it's totally different, people are still those people, some are still civilians, others have become soldiers who have passed the test of life and death
The militiamen stood at attention in the open space and looked straight. They didn't move their wrists and talk to each other as before. They stood with their chests up and chin up in silence.
The militiamen who did not fight could not imagine what their former comrades had experienced. They just felt that those comrades had changed, they were no longer gregarious, and they became like those regular members. This change made them despise, and they thought that they were pretending to be B.
Soon, the leader came. Zhang Huai'an took the lead, strolled to the rostrum of the center with two black circles under his eyes, and sat on the chair. Huang Quan, LV Xiaobu, and other battle captains, including several heavy firepower captains, arrived. Except for the members on duty, almost all the team members were present.
When a group of people arrived, they sat down and did not announce anything. They were waiting for something.
When the belatedly arrived Zhang Xiaoqiang on the rostrum, Huang Quan stood up and went to the front of the rostrum, looking at Gao He, the militia below;
"All of you, attention!"!!! At ease
"After consideration, some of the militia will be given guns
Zhang Huai'an made the decision of yesterday's meeting on the stage, which led to a big uproar. The militiamen who went to war could not keep their discipline. They all whispered to each other and passed on something to each other. Almost all the militiamen were in high spirits, A gun means a different identity.
"However, the gun can not be fired casually, it is conditional
When Zhang Huai'an said this, the buzzing below was very clear. Everyone closed their mouths and pricked up their ears.
"All the soldiers who went out to fight yesterday
Huang Quan drinks high on the stage. Instead of calling them militia, he calls them soldiers.
A rifle with a bayonet and a bullet clip was delivered to the militia. The militia took the gun and played with it for a while. They carried it to their bodies in the eyes of others and waited for the following.
119 There are 109 people who have received rifles, and the remaining 10 people are looking at the stage anxiously. These ten people include Liu Biao and Chi Yong. Liu Biao is still thinking about whether he plays a big knife and plays too well. If people don't give him guns, they just let him play his special skills?
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