Volume 2 Chapter 622 Golden Dog Tag

Chapter 622 Golden Dog Tag

In the early morning, after the breakfast, the busy camp became mere orderly. The women carried their children in cloth pockets and walked outside the camp to start a day's work. , walking out in groups with tools, talking and laughing with each other.

The women wore simple clothes without too much makeup on their bodies. From their clean faces, you could see a little rosyness. The days of hard work made their bodies tough, and they looked like working women in the 1970s and 1980s. My children are sensible, and hunger teaches them to be obedient.

Most of the time, these children don’t cry or make trouble. When their mother goes to work, they stay on their mother’s back. When their mother works, they sit on the ridge and play by themselves. When they eat, they will find their mother and walk to their hearts together. holy place, canteen.

The children who studied with Huang Tingwei were divided into two groups. Some children approved by Ding Luo followed him outside the camp to learn various basic skills. The rest began to study every day. New notebooks and ballpoint pens were sent to Everyone cherishes their hands very much, and every word written is correct and meticulous.

When the stationery was distributed, 11 names were written on each notebook, which briefly stated that these people sacrificed to obtain this batch of stationery.

Those who wrote these words were all militiamen. They got up before dawn, picked up a pen and recorded the names of the compatriots who died in battle in their notebooks. This behavior of the camp was recognized by them, and they also felt respected for the first time. Those comrades yesterday They could also vaguely guess that they were executed.

They knew that it was a last resort, it was one thing to know, it was another thing to think about it, and it was certain that there was a lump in their hearts. By writing the names of people in the notebook in the morning, they knew that the camp had not forgotten those war dead. It is enough for their next generation of successors to remember these names, and the monument imprinted in their hearts is the most moving.

The militiamen stood neatly in the center of the camp. More than 200 militiamen were automatically divided into two groups. One group went out to fight against the zombies yesterday, and the other group dug holes by the lake with shovels.

Yesterday morning, all the militiamen looked pretty much the same, whether it was words, demeanor or actions. Today, it is completely different. The people are still those people, some are still civilians, and others have become fighters who have passed the test of life and death. Wrists, whispering to each other, they held their chests out and raised their chins, silently.

The militiamen who didn't fight couldn't imagine what their former companions had experienced. They just felt that those companions had changed, no longer fit in with the group, and became like those regular members.

Soon, the boss came, Zhang Huai'an took the lead, walked to the center rostrum with two dark circles on his eyes, and sat on a chair. Huang Quan, Lu Xiaobu, and other battle captains including several heavy firepower The team leaders are all here, except for the team members who are on duty, almost all the team members are present.

After a group of people arrived, they took their seats without announcing anything, what were they waiting for.

When the belated Zhang Xiaoqiang arrived on the podium, Huang Quan stood up, walked to the front of the podium, and looked at Gao He, the militiaman below; "Everyone is there, stand at attention!!! Take a break..."

"After consideration, guns will be distributed to some of the militia..."

Zhang Huai'an announced the decision made at yesterday's meeting on the stage, which caused an uproar from below. Those militiamen who went to battle could not maintain their discipline, and whispered to each other. It means different identities.

"However, guns can't be issued casually, there are conditions..."

When Zhang Huaian said this, the buzzing sound below became clear, and everyone shut their mouths and pricked up their ears.

"The fighters who fought yesterday, all stand out..."

Huang Quan shouted loudly on the stage, he no longer called them militiamen, but directly called them soldiers.

One by one, the rifles with military thorns and magazines were delivered to the hands of the militiamen. The militiamen took the guns and couldn't put it down.

Out of the 119 people, 109 received rifles, and the remaining 10 people looked at the stage anxiously. These ten people included Liu Biao and Chi Yong. Liu Biao was still wondering if he was playing big shots and playing too well. If people don't give him guns, they just let him use his strengths?

"The following people are yesterday's criminals, Liu Biao, Chi Yong, xxx..."

Ten people were named on the stage, and when they said they were named for meritorious service, their hearts were agitated, with some expectations, silently thinking about whether to give bonuses this time, or something else.

"Our team has always followed the principle of clear rewards and punishments. Those who have merit will be rewarded, those who have done wrong will be punished, and those who escape will be killed! These ten members are the first batch of militiamen who have done meritorious service, and I hope they won't be the last batch..."

Zhang Huai'an talked about his temper, and stood in front of the stage and began to do ideological work. The militiamen below did not dare to move, and honestly counted the seconds. The ten people on the stage were a little desperate and had already given up on the reward. Looking forward, hoping that Zhang Huai'an would show kindness and let them go, Zhang Xiaoqiang and the captains on the stage also got annoyed, so much nonsense from Huai'an?

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't take it anymore, he pretended to cough, Zhang Xiaoqiang's soft cough fell into Zhang Huai'an's ears and it turned into thunder, cold sweat came down Zhang Huai'an's forehead, he forgot his shape, Brother Cockroach was still waiting.

"That's all for today. Let me announce that the following people will be promoted to militia leader to assist the militia leader in managing daily affairs. Now give them guns.

Ten eighty-one rifles shining with oil were sent to the front of the stage, one for each of the ten people who made contributions. These eighty-one rifles were the trophies of the convoy's suppression of the black market. If the distribution continues, and there is not much ammunition, it cannot form a combat effectiveness, so it will be shelved.

Ten people went down to the audience, and just after entering the team, Liu Biao couldn't help being excited, and whispered to Chi Yong, "What did I say? Killing him to get ahead is just the first step."

Chi Yong didn't answer, his eyes burning while touching the rifle.

Zhang Huai'an announced the end of the meeting, the militiamen disbanded, and Zhang Xiaoqiang went to have fun in his wheelchair. Zhang Huai'an remembered that he wanted to ask Lu Xiaobu for wine, and turned around to find that Lu Xiaobu had long since disappeared.

Lu Xiaobu had one thing in mind, he bought a batch of gold yesterday, and he had his gold dog tag in mind, and went to Wang Le's processing factory after the meeting.

Wang Le was making final adjustments to the second paratrooper chariot, and when he saw Lu Xiaobu coming in, he started yelling.

"Captain Lu, thank you for your wine, nothing to say, just ask what you want in the future, if there is such a good thing, you must think of me, you'd better give it to me secretly, don't let Zhang... don't let that old man something to see."

Wang Le almost slipped his mouth. Zhang Huai'an's nominal identity is the captain of the team, and he can't call him by his name now.

"No problem, but it's hard to find. It's just luck. The cellar where the wine was kept collapsed, so we just found it. I'll remember your business. Whether it's good or bad, I'll put it here for you. wrong."

Lu Xiaobu spoke beautiful words, Wang Le smiled and said.

"Director Wang, do you see the batch of gold that was brought over yesterday?"

Lu Xiaobu took advantage of the hot iron to reveal his purpose.

"It's hard to do. It's not a good thing to make a dog tag with pure gold. Sweat stains will corrode the gold and cause it to fade. You have to engrave the name on it. It's impossible to engrave hundreds of characters. You can only use numbers and English letters instead. Why not?" In this way, how about three brands connected together with gold sandwiched by thin steel sheets on the outside?"

Lu Xiaobu hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth and nodded. Making a dog tag is a meaning, and the commemorative meaning is greater than the actual meaning.

"How much?"

For this kind of thing, Wang Le can make as much as he wants, and naturally he doesn't care about the quantity.

"There must be anyone who has broken their fingers at the swearing-in meeting!"

Lu Xiaobu's answer was extremely decisive. He originally wanted to make Li Zhi a brother, but the other team members broke their vows together. This story will be remembered in his heart forever.