In the big tent, Qiao Lingxiang was passing by with a box of salt water. When she heard Fan You's words, she didn't think about it. She just walked over and took out a bottle of salt water from the box and asked Fan You to hold it. She squatted down and hung water for Mu Wenbin sitting on the stool.

By the way, I will give him some physical energy.

When he heard Mu Wenbin scolding Wen Yuansi again, Qiao Lingxiang said:

"Although he can't help me, he is a talented man in our school. He is a blackboard newspaper, a host, and a good writer. He is good at writing articles. Otherwise, let him do something he can do? It's not a big deal to keep vomiting here."

Fan You, who was holding the salt water bottle obediently, immediately flattered Qiao Lingxiang,

"It's true, let him go to the highway to shout and make some publicity to praise our garrison. Oh, you don't know, Dr. Qiao, our garrison now has a bad image. Any rumors can be used to slander us. Gong Jingye's turtle grandson pretends to be dead again and will not help us clarify these rumors."

Mu Wenbin became a little energetic and sat obediently on the stool, echoing:

"Just let Wen Yuansi go to the expressway to carry out publicity. His father cheated us so badly, and he should contribute to the image of garrison."

The two strong captains, with some doggy-legged nature, immediately ordered their subordinates to garrison and set Wen Yuansi who was vomiting outside the tent on the highway, and asked him to go to the civilians to praise the garrison.

Wen Yuansi was so amused and crying.

There was no choice but to find a big speaker, stand by the power grid, and repeatedly say good things about garrisoning.

Time passed by minute by minute, and 72 hours were coming soon. Outside the community where zombies and mice were hiding, Ye Yiming was discussing a strong attack plan with his captain.

Although Cen Yi and Lu Zhengqing had already rushed into the community, they could not leave all the matter to the two garrison kids. Whether there are survivors in the community and the degree of casualties, they have to send people in to screen them a little bit.

At this moment, Ye Yiming received a call from the highest commander of the southern garrison.

On the phone, the Supreme Commander of the Southern Governor first asked Ye Yiming about the casualties. When he learned that no one had died, the Southern Governor said strangely:

"Didn't it mean that I was injured a lot? Why didn't the mortality rate come out yet? A Ming, if I conceal the report, I will be killed by me."

"Oh, what are you hiding from me? I, the Xiangcheng garrison, are brave and good at fighting, and no one sacrifices, you are still disappointed, right?"

Ye Yiming was so excited that he also made the garrison leader in the southern region happy.

I heard the boss from the south say on the phone:

"Okay, you are not honest, you like to talk or not, I have to know."

After a pause, the southern boss said:

"We are stationed, and the younger generation is so terrifying. If you let go, you can't help you. But as long as I'm here in one breath, your order to kill you on the spot will not be able to fall into Xiangcheng."

It's so difficult. The entire southern part of the country is now locked.

The emergence of mutant mice has made the entire southern region nervous, but at the same time, the problems of energy depletion and material scarcity are becoming increasingly serious, and this is not just a problem in Xiangcheng.

This is a problem with the entire continent.

It is possible that after this winter, the garrison system will not even send out the spring uniform, let alone support materials for Ye Yiming.

Ye Yiming pretended not to hear the apology in the tone of the Southern boss. He did not need the apology from his immediate superior. In this difficult world, the Southern boss was afraid that he would live a more difficult life than him.

Ye Yiming is enough to withstand the punishment of killing him in the central system.

In the cold wind, his eyes were a little hot, and he continued to smile with the boss. I wonder if he would have the fate next time, so he would be sad with his boss.

All the indescribable sadness is buried deep in each other's hearts in a few words of laughter and scolding, like two heroes who are still talking and laughing in their faces of life and death.

Then, Ye Yiming, who had finished his skin, hung up the big boss's phone number. He lowered his head, supported his hands on the front of the car, and looked at the floor plan map of the community laid on the front of the car with moist eyes.

The team leaders next to them didn’t know whether to speak or what to say at this time.

Ye Yiming patted the front of the car, stood up straight, stretched in the cold wind, turned around, looked at the gate of the community, took out his cell phone, and called Cen Yi.

Cen Yi has already reached the community.

Behind him was Lu Zhengqing, who was making soy sauce. Large and small mice rushed over around him, and they were cut into pieces by the flying knife that Cen Yi flew around him.

After receiving Ye Yiming's call, Cen Yizheng was so excited that he could kill the rat. He only heard him look at the headset and said impatiently:

"What are you doing? Tell me quickly if you have something to say, and let me go if you have nothing to do."

"Tsk tsk, what's your attitude? Your wings are hard, and the sir will stop shouting again."

Ye Yiming's voice was always dumbfounded. When he didn't scold people, he felt very inappropriate and vulgar. He heard him say on the phone:

"Don't forget, your girl is still in my hands. Give me a better attitude."

He threatened him with Ayaka again! Cen Yi was a little annoyed, and he calmed down and said:

"Sir, what's the matter?"

Ye Yiming laughed out loud. This guy couldn't teach him no matter how hard he taught him. He reminded him 180 times not to teach others to see his weaknesses, and not to teach others to see his weaknesses!

Cen Yi still didn't learn it.

The snow fell in the sky again. Ye Yiming held his cell phone and laughed. He said to Cen Yi on the phone with a funny face:

"Wolf cub, I ask you, how many people are standard in a garrison camp?"

Cen Yi replied without hesitation:

“5000 to 10000.”

"How many garrison camps are there in a city?"

"Take a special garrison battalion, a total of 5, one camp in the southeast, west and northeast."

"I'll ask you again, how many garrisons in Xiangcheng are there? How many county villages are there outside Xiangcheng, how large are there? How many civilians?"

Cen Yi: "..."

Cen Yi couldn't answer this because he couldn't count it.

Ye Yiming lit a cigarette, held his cell phone and said with a smile:

"When Gong Jingye called me and asked me to unblock Xiangcheng, I felt it was inappropriate, but Gong Jingye said something wrong, who is responsible? Hahaha, no one can be responsible now, wolf cub, in the end, we can only be responsible for the garrison. What are we responsible for? Responsible for death, responsible for taking our own life and ensuring the safety of human life."

No matter how much he looks like a hooligan on weekdays, Ye Yiming considered the issue that the virus had been leaked as early as the second time when the Hunan City was blocked.

Not only did he consider it, but I believe Gong Jingye and many experts have considered it.
Chapter completed!