Chapter 18 Ai Zhe, my hand hurts, please heal me!
"Lorraine, this..."
Brandon immediately turned around and looked for Lorraine, asking him to take a good look at his good son.
"The soldiers... have the right to discuss tactics. After all, they are the ones actually fighting on the front lines."
Lorraine touched his nose and spoke as gently as possible.
"Originally, this was also a mission briefing and discussion session. Soldiers can certainly express their own opinions or those of their teammates."
Lorraine put his hands in his pockets, his attitude was gentle and his tone was not radical.
Sting was stunned and could only remain silent.
Although he thought Brandon was an idiot, he couldn't just stand there and point at Brandon, who was several levels higher than him, and say that he was unreasonable and abused his power.
"This meeting will be postponed for now."
"But your reflection needs to continue."
"Especially you."
When he walked next to Aizhe, Brandon looked at Aizhe with an unhappy tone, with obvious warning in his voice.
Seeing this, Northen walked up to him and gave him a fist bump.
Lorraine was present today, so Brandon suppressed his anger. He couldn't use his power to punish her immediately, and it was even harder to get angry right then and there.
And he just happened to have to rush to the next briefing meeting.
He glanced at the people present, swept his eyes fiercely over Aizhe and Noson, then sneered and left.
"Next time if you have opinions or different tactical judgments, you should express them if necessary."
"The power of execution is in your hands."
"I don't know why he insisted on commanding this operation. Logically, he should be more focused on the next large-scale operation in the Zewo Waste Valley."
"Maybe they want to get a more direct grasp of the missions and battle situation firsthand."
"But it doesn't matter. Soldiers are the ones who decide the direction on the front lines of actual combat. We have to do what we have to do."
"If you have any questions, please tell me first."
After saying that, the middle-aged man left, and Northen waved goodbye to his father.
Only he and Ai Zhe are left here.
"Does your hand still hurt?" He immediately took Ai Zhe's hand, ignoring the man's resistance.
It seemed that after returning from there, he started to do more things on his own.
He no longer avoided eye contact, and every time he spoke, he would look at Ai Zhe for a few more seconds.
Ai Zhe pulled his hand back and didn't look at him.
"No problem, just take the medicine on time."
Aizhe turned aside to avoid looking at Noson.
The scene fell into a dead silence. Two men with warrior-like builds, alone in a place like this.
The conversation was so disjointed and awkward.
Suddenly, there was a rustling sound coming from the window, as if some creature was watching here.
Ai Zhe ran over but still didn't see anything.
He felt that something must have entered the camp.
But he didn't know what it was.
*
During this rescue operation, some of the refugees have been resettled.
Newly arrived refugees also began to be allocated accommodation.
Although resources are tight, those accepted can still receive basic shelter and supplies.
Ai Zhe saw children among the rescued people and frowned and sighed.
The so-called "safe state" is usually a temporary relief, and many people are often attacked again just as they settle down.
Children who have lost their parents will be sent to the best wooden house in the camp - a temporary nursery.
Some elderly people said that they were lucky to be alive at such an old age.
They immediately volunteered to work, chopping wood, sweeping the floor, and boiling water, for fear of being left behind in the camp.
"Hey, everyone, you've worked hard! To celebrate your survival, I used my own 'secret money' to exchange with the Friends Alliance for some new clothes and gave them to everyone."
"The end of the world is not easy, live well and survive well."
Northam suddenly raised his hand, and his golden curly hair jumped with the movement, looking very lively.
People's tension eased a little, and a few people even smiled.
The currency people use for transactions during the apocalypse is called Exchange Shell, which is mainly used for the exchange of materials within the camp and between camps.
New refugees will not be given new clothes when they first arrive at the camp.
In the apocalypse, clothing is a high-cost and scarce resource, so Zeta can only prioritize ensuring that the elderly and children have new clothes to wear.
The rest of the people need to wash and dry their old clothes by themselves, unless the winter cold is unbearable or they have exchange tokens, they will have the opportunity to exchange for new ones.
Most people were penniless when they first arrived and could only save money through hard work.
Some settlers would donate their old clothes to help the newly arrived refugees get by.
So, when the refugees heard Northen's words, they were very happy and thanked him sincerely.
Ai Zhe also smiled, lowered his eyes, and said nothing.
His eyes flashed, and he glanced at Northen for a second longer, accidentally making eye contact with him. Ai Zhe immediately looked away.
*
At night, Ai Zhe took off his heavy warrior uniform, washed himself, and prepared to go to bed.
An urgent message popped up on the communicator.
Click to take a look.
...Is it necessary to send an urgent message for such a small matter?
This guy said his hand hurt, probably because he forgot to change the medicine.
"You have to come over here and help me, Aizhe. I won't use your painkiller."
"I can't sleep because of the pain! I just woke up crying from the pain!"
If the pain was this severe, I should have sent an urgent message to the doctor. How could I possibly send him a message first?
Ai Zhe frowned unhappily and picked up a loose piece of clothing to put on.
This is what he usually wears when sleeping. The material is soft and the style is loose, so it doesn't cover much when he puts it on.
Especially the muscle lines on the chest muscles. The moonlight shone down obliquely, and the cloth did not cover them at all, making them particularly eye-catching in the night.
He walked to the man's house, and before he knocked on the door, the man opened it first.
As soon as he saw him coming, the man immediately began to complain about the pain in his arm and his grievances.
After he had said a few words, he saw Ai Zhe under the light and his eyes suddenly froze.
No more words to say.
Ai Zhe stood there under the light, the collar of his pajamas loose, looking like he had just taken a shower.
Northam paused, his eyes clearly stuck.
This dress...are you serious?
He really woke up in pain in the middle of the night, but this painkiller was too kind.
The broad and strong chest muscles appear fuller and more seductive under the light and the shadows cast by the half-covered fabric.
It even has a different flavor.
As the fabric swayed slightly, the undulating lines of the muscles became faintly visible, and the firm ravine on the chest was particularly eye-catching under the light.
Northam, who was originally holding his arm with his left hand and crying out in pain, stopped and forgot to move his eyes away, standing there like an idiot.
Noticing the other person's gaze, Ai Zhe lowered his head and looked at his chest.
She quickly covered her chest in embarrassment.
His face darkened. He had clearly fastened his clothes tightly when he left the house, but he only had a few clothes, and there was nothing he could do about it now that his tattered clothes had fallen apart.
So shameful.
Such an embarrassing scene occurred again, in the middle of the night.
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