Chapter 172

After a night of revelry, the thick fog slowly dissipated until the second half of the night, leaving behind a field of rotting corpses.

Song Yue closed the protective cover in time and asked Chen Hao to increase the number of staff on duty in the second half of the night. Then he went back to Building 1 and went to sleep.

The next morning, before I woke up, I heard the sound of cars starting and some voices outside.

Song Yue stood up, walked to the window and looked out.

People were spontaneously driving their vehicles out of the parking lot and began to drag away the zombies that were killed last night.

Based on previous experience, the thick fog will erase all traces of the scene as it fades.

But not last night.

It seemed that there was no time to clean up such a mess, so he ran away.

It's a good thing, and it's not a good thing.

The good thing is that as long as she is there, the resort will not be in danger; the bad thing is that once she leaves, the entire resort will become a sheepfold with no self-protection ability, left to be slaughtered by zombies.

Song Yue withdrew her gaze from the window, washed up and went downstairs.

"Yuanyuan," she called to the people in the driveway. "I'm telling everyone, there's a meeting at 9:00. We'll be in the usual place, the first floor lobby."

Yuanyuan was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Oh, okay."

Soon, several core members arrived.

Song Yue expressed her thoughts one by one, and finally asked everyone, "What do you think?"

From installing iron nets and increasing ammunition reserves to personnel training and building artillery positions... everything she could think of was listed one by one.

Zhen Qingmei looked at her, somewhat puzzled. "Sister, I understand what you said before. It's all to enhance the defense capabilities of the entire shelter. But this artillery emplacement... is it necessary?"

Anyway, with Sister Song Yue here, there shouldn't be any need for military fortifications like artillery batteries, right? Zhen Qingmei muttered to herself.

And everyone witnessed the comeback yesterday. As long as the protective shield is there, nothing will happen to them.

When Zhen Qingmei asked this question, Yuanyuan's expression changed unnaturally, but it disappeared in a flash and soon returned to normal without anyone else noticing.

"I think Xiaoyue is right," she said. "To enhance the resort's defenses, we need to consider every angle. We can have artillery batteries. I'll ask Uncle Xiang in Building 5 later. He used to be a bricklayer and knows this business. And as for the iron net you mentioned, I have someone here too. Aunt Qin in Building 8. Her family used to run an online store, and they sold that."

Song Yue nodded with relief: "Okay, thank you for your help."

He looked at Chen Hao and the others: "What about you?"

Chen Hao straightened up quickly: "Sister, I can be responsible for personnel training."

He has been the chief officer since the Guard was established.

Don't be fooled by his young age and seeming to know nothing, but in fact, as a TV show commentator, he has accumulated rich theoretical experience from various major film and television shows.

Especially those military documentaries that he had studied in the past, which contained a lot of practical information on professional training. He recorded a lot of them and even made a special "No Complaints about Professionalism" series, which he posted under his account.

The area that Song Yue mentioned was exactly the direction he had specialized in, so Chen Hao volunteered to give it a try.

Based on Chen Hao's previous performance, he is decisive, bold and willing to take risks, so he can indeed be responsible for personnel training.

Song Yue did not refuse and agreed.

Mo Shi is now also one of the core members. He was the only one who survived from the pickup truck on the first night when the thick fog appeared.

After everyone finished speaking, he continued, "Well, if you don't mind, I can help with the ammunition."

Everyone looked at him, somewhat surprised.

Responsible for ammunition?

He actually has this method?

Feeling the heated gazes from everyone, Mo Shi scratched his head awkwardly: "Actually... my dad is from the military district... I also grew up in the military district compound, so I know some key information."

For example, the approximate location of the arsenal.

Chen Hao's eyes widened instantly: "Brother Mo Shi! Didn't you see that?"

This is a hidden talent.

Zhen Qingmei and Yuanyuan smiled approvingly: "Great, we got a great deal!"

"No, no! Don't say that." Mo Shi waved his hands repeatedly, his cheeks flushed like a sunset cloud.

He raised his head, glanced at Song Yue quickly, and rubbed his hands: "Thanks to Xiao Yue's help, otherwise I wouldn't be here today... You didn't get the advantage, I am..."

"Hahaha, alright, Brother Mo Shi! Stop the business flattery." Chen Hao hugged him and grinned, "Since you have the resources, this area will be yours from now on!"

The meeting was about to end when a childish voice suddenly came from the door.

"Sister, I want to join too."

Everyone turned around and saw a dirty little face.

"puff--"

Chen Hao suppressed his smile.

"Xingxing, did you roll around in the mud? Why did you get so dirty?"

Xingxing snorted, her face full of dissatisfaction: "I didn't!"

Song Yue curled up the corners of her mouth slightly, and said with a half-smile: "Tell me, who did you fight with?"

Xingxing's personality is much stronger than she appears.

Even though he is only seven years old, the way he speaks and acts is as powerful as that of a teenager.

Especially the scene on the roof of the car, shooting with all his might, Song Yue remembered it vividly.

Ordinary citizens who have never carried a gun have no idea how heavy a sniper bullet is. Many adults may not be able to withstand it, let alone children of only a few years old.

But Xingxing carried it all on her thin shoulders.

He gritted his teeth and lay on the roof of the car, successfully hitting the zombie.

Since settling down in Building 1, Song Yue knew that Xingxing went out every few days. A few times when she happened to pass by, she saw her wrestling with boys from other buildings.

So today, if nothing unexpected happens, they will probably go to fight again.

As expected, as soon as she finished speaking, Xingxing looked up at the sky uncomfortably: "...No..."

Song Yue walked over and pinched her little face: "Not yet? The handprint on your face is so obvious."

Xingxing: ...It seems that I can’t hide it anymore.

"...Yes, I got into a fight. With the son of the uncle in the defense team."

"Oh my god, you actually fought with those little boys?" Yuan Yuan exclaimed in a low voice, quickly walked over, and pulled up her little hands and arms, "Are you hurt? Let me see!"

Song Yue, however, was not nervous at all. Instead, she raised her eyebrows: "Oh? Did you win?"

Everyone present coughed: ...Sister... Is this the point you should focus on...

Xingxing turned her head away and replied in a mosquito-like voice, "I lost. I didn't win."

Ah this.

Everyone felt even more distressed.

How can I not lose if I fight with a little boy?

The children in the defense team all started training with their armed police fathers and Sanda champion fathers since they were young. Xingxing is just a layman, how can he be their opponent?

Yuanyuan hurriedly got up to get some hot water, ready to wipe Xingxing's body and face.

Song Yue remained unmoved, and even leaned back in his seat with a look of intimidation on his face.

"If you want to join us, you can, but you have to show some real skills."

Xingxing bit her lower lip: "Like?"

Song Yue spread her hands: "For example, defeating those boys in the defense team."

Now not only Yuanyuan, but also Zhen Qingmei, Chen Hao and Mo Shi were a little surprised, and several of them looked conflicted.

"Sister Song Yue, this isn't a good idea..."

"Yeah, Xingxing is only seven years old. It's not necessary. It's really not necessary."

"Little girls should learn to paint, sing, and dance. It's better not to let Xingxing get involved in something as violent as fighting."

Song Yue looked around at everyone, her tone rising slightly: "Really?"

"Are you sure that in today's environment, what girls need to learn is useless singing and dancing instead of self-defense skills?"

"Do you think that if you show off your singing skills in front of the zombies, they will retreat?"

"Or can doing a ballet spin on the spot scare the zombies away?"

Everyone suddenly froze and fell silent.

Song Yue continued: "If Xingxing can beat those boys, I will be happy for her."

"Because this shows that she possesses combat capabilities far beyond those of her peers, or even older teenagers."

"This skill will accompany her throughout her life. No matter where she goes or what situation she faces, her chances of survival will always be greater than others."

Having said that, how could Yuanyuan and the others not understand her good intentions.

Their eyes drooped with guilt.

Yuanyuan: "Xiaoyue, you're right. Times are different now. We really can't use the same standards as before."

Chen Hao: "The road ahead is still long. None of us knows when this disaster will end. I agree that Xingxing should continue playing, or rather, continue training."

"Fight" doesn't sound nice, so Chen Hao changed his words in time.

Finally, with the support of her brothers and sisters, Xingxing regained hope. She washed her face with clean water and ran out impatiently.

All the meaning that needs to be conveyed has been conveyed.

The crowd dispersed and a commotion started outside.

Zhen Qingmei frowned: "What's wrong?"

Don't do anything weird like you did last time when you stole potatoes from the cafeteria.

As they spoke, everyone walked out of Building 1 and headed towards the crowd.

Seeing their leaders and Song Yue, the leader, everyone consciously made way for them: "Miss Song."

Song Yue nodded slightly and looked towards a nearby van: "What happened?"

A pale young man trembled and stood up, pointing at the van: "Inside... there are several skeletons..."

Song Yue took a few steps closer.

Being reminded by the crowd to be careful.

"Well, stand away."

Song Yue thanked the crowd for their kindness and opened the car door with a clang.

Several shapeless human skeletons fell out of the thin clothes and landed on the ground.

Someone in the crowd immediately exclaimed, "This is Xiaojie's clothes!"

"What happened? How could they... die in the car?!"

The young man swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "I saw everyone was working hard to move the body, but, but... there weren't enough cars in the parking lot. Then... I remembered there was an unused van at the hot spring center... so I drove over there... Who knew..."

The young man's lips trembled as he reluctantly continued, "I drove over and discovered the back seat was covered in human bones and blood... I was so scared I immediately jumped out, and that's what caused the panic..."

Hot spring center, van.

Some quick-witted people reacted immediately and slapped their thighs: "Oh, Xiaojie, you are so confused! Why couldn't you figure out how to leave the house last night?"

leave……

Everyone suddenly understood.

They looked at the pile of scattered bones on the ground and the bloodstained clothes in the back seat of the car with complicated expressions.

Last night, they had thought about escaping secretly.

But later, after Song Yue's cold reminder, he gave up the idea.

Because, if they couldn't even defend the houses, escaping alone would be a death sentence.

Unexpectedly, Xiaojie still left.

He also brought along five of his close companions.

Everyone sighed and felt helpless, shaking their heads.

At the same time, from Xiaojie's tragic experience, everyone once again confirmed one point: don't overestimate your own brain, and don't underestimate Song Yue's strength. Obeying her may not guarantee 100% safety, but disobeying her will most likely lead to death.

The matter of the van came to an end.

The iron net, artillery positions and personnel training arranged by Song Yue in the morning were all carried out step by step.

Looking at Yuanyuan's busy figure, Zhen Qingmei thought for a while, temporarily handed over the less busy chores to her assistant Qianyun, and then went to help.

"Sister Yuanyuan," she called out to him, "How many artillery batteries are you planning to build?"

Yuanyuan handed her a rough drawing and said, "The initial plan is 8."

"So many?!" Zhen Qingmei stared.

Yuanyuan collected the blueprints and looked at the construction workers who had already started laying the foundation. After a long silence, she asked, "If I say that one day Xiaoyue is no longer here, will you still think eight artillery batteries are too many?"

Zhen Qingmei's throat choked, and then she burst into laughter: "Sister Yuanyuan, are you kidding me? How could she not be here?"

Sister Song Yue worked so hard to build this shelter, could she just give up and leave?

Seeing Zhen Qingmei's confused look, and recalling that she had asked Song Yue during the morning meeting whether the artillery position was necessary, Yuanyuan sighed lightly.

"I heard from Chen Hao that Xiaoyue used to be a female artist and you were her agent."

Zhen Qingmei: "Ah, I am."

"Then you should be Xiaoyue's closest person." After a pause, Yuanyuan continued, but this time, her gaze towards Zhen Qingmei was more meaningful. "But I've noticed that you often express shock at some of Xiaoyue's words and actions. Especially during the RV trip, you, like us, had a huge look of confusion in your eyes."

"It's just that due to some circumstances, you, I, and Chen Hao didn't ask."

"You don't actually know her well."

Yuanyuan stared at Zhen Qingmei seriously.

"Or let me put it another way. The Song Yue we know now is not the one you knew before."

Yuanyuan's words were like a drop of water falling into a frying pan.

Zhen Qingmei stood there with her mouth half open, her heart boiling instantly.

From her facial expression, Yuanyuan saw that her words had worked, so she smiled back to her usual calm and gentle self.

"So you see, if one day Xiaoyue leaves and leaves us with such a large shelter, how are we going to take over?"

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