Chapter 43 Good Commander.
Shu Lan waited at the door of her original dormitory building. In the afternoon, more than 30 people came out of the air-raid shelter one after another, carrying all their remaining assets and walked up to her.
She crossed her arms, looking at the slovenly and dejected people before her. "Oh my! Why do you all look so reluctant? Someone who didn't know me would think I was begging you to come. Since we've said we're going to rebuild a base, we need to do it properly, not just talk. I hope everyone can show their utmost enthusiasm and do their best to live to see tomorrow."
Zhong Mei came out with a yellowed notebook. The front half of the notebook was written in the clumsy handwriting of a child practicing writing. In front of her was an old table and chair, which is now her desk.
"Everyone, please come up and register your information. Tell us what you did before, or what you're good at. If you don't have any, just say no. Come one by one. No lying allowed."
A middle-aged man looked at the two young and thin girls in front of him. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that his decision to seek refuge with the so-called superpowers was a bit hasty. He even had to hand over all the food that would keep him alive in the future. If the other party swallowed it and didn't give it to him, he would have no way to survive.
He picked up the two bags of rice he brought with him and prepared to return to the air-raid shelter. At least there were more people there, and even if zombies came in, there would still be people blocking his way.
In addition to him, many other people also had the idea of ​​retreating. After whispering to each other, many of them turned around and wanted to go back to their original place.
Shu Lan saw it and said softly, "Let it go."
In the dormitory building behind her, a vine quickly shrank into the soil, and the imprisoned zombie gained freedom. It roared wildly, broke through the door and appeared in front of people. Outside was a large group of living people who exuded a strong attraction, like a feast for the hungry gluttons. The zombie was like a tiger in a rabbit hole, bursting out at the fastest speed, rushing into the crowd in a few steps. Its strengthened fingers were like steel, and it grabbed Shu Lan, who was closest to it, with a stench of decay.
An invisible wall of air blocked the zombies' attack. Shu Maomao frowned and let out a strange roar. The zombies' movements obviously slowed down and hesitated for a moment, then they shifted their target and chased the people who were fleeing.
"Help!"
"Don't come over here, don't come over here! I don't want to die!"
"ah--"
As soon as a man raised the iron rod he was carrying, the zombie grabbed his rod, threw him and the rod to the ground, opened his mouth to reveal his sharp teeth, and bit the man's face.
Vines appeared out of nowhere and entangled the zombie's teeth, dragging him back several meters and lying on his back on the ground. The next second, an axe fell from the sky and landed accurately on his forehead. With the help of gravity, it pierced his skull, but failed to kill the zombie immediately.
Looking at the zombie with an axe on its head and its hands and feet still struggling, Shu Maomao frowned, very dissatisfied with the result.
Using the opening and closing of space and the inherent suction to control these deadly weapons is not powerful enough.
Then the concrete road crumbled, and the soil that emerged seemed to have life, swallowing the struggling zombie and covering it with the moving soil. The soil beneath the ground kept squeezing, forcing the axe deeper, and finally splitting the zombie's head completely.
Looking at the zombies that reappeared before people's eyes and had completely lost their threat, the screams and calls for help at the scene all turned into shock and disbelief.
"Why don't the zombies bite you?"
"Why do your abilities have so many variations?"
Shu Lan: "Not every question has an answer. Go on, Meimei."
Zhong Mei, slightly startled by the sudden appearance of the zombies, calmed her frantic heartbeat, took out her notebook again, and sat down at the table: "Who's going to register first?"
"I, I'll do it. Commander, my name is Ji Xin. I used to work as a programmer at a large company..."
Someone went into the cave and brought out more than 30 people who wanted to seek refuge, and finally 74 people were registered.
Shu Lan glanced at the notebook quickly and said, "Where is the device that can send messages to the outside world?"
Her words were like an oracle to these people, and soon someone brought the instrument to her.
The tall, unshaven man was named Fang Botao. He asked excitedly, "Commander, are you going to tell the people outside that there's still hope for District 9?"
Shu Lan looked at him speechlessly. He was almost thirty years old, but he was even more naive than her four-year-old baby.
"You think too much. No one out there cares about our life or death."
She held the old axe she had just retrieved with both hands, the axe that had been involved in several deaths, raised it high, and chopped it down on the radio station in full view of everyone.
"Is she crazy? What is she doing..."
"How are we going to call for help if this thing breaks?"
Shu Lan handed the axe to Fang Botao, who looked dazed. "Keep going. Chop it into pieces that can't be put back together."
After saying that, he tilted his head slightly, looking in the direction of the voice that had just been made. His soft voice was filled with a cold and oppressive feeling: "Someone just questioned me? Have you ever questioned Jiang He like this before? I guess not."
Vines appeared and whipped four or five people like ropes, making them cry for their parents and the others terrified.
The screams brought Fang Botao back to his senses, and he quickly started to smash the radio station into pieces.
Shu Lan rubbed Shu Maomao, who was clinging to her legs like a shadow, and signaled that enough was enough. Only then did the ruthless vines stop and retract into the ground.
"Explaining is a waste of time. I hope that in the future, whenever I make a decision, the response you receive from you will be: 'Good Commander,' rather than 'Why do you do this?' or 'What's the point of doing this?' Let go of excessive thinking and self-righteousness. Our team only needs one brain, and that's me. Do you understand?"
"Understood!"
Shu Lan uttered a questioning nasal sound: "Hmm?"
Zhong Mei took the lead in setting the correct example: "Good commander."
"Okay, Commander!"
Shu Lan nodded in satisfaction. "Stay in my building tonight. Starting tomorrow, we'll leave here and move to the nearest subway station. The underground will be our main living space from now on."
This time the reply was even more powerful than the last: "Okay, Commander!"
That night, due to the high concentration of people, the smell of fresh blood was very strong, causing zombies to continue to gather in Shu Lan's building.
The black "moat" was widened and deepened, and a team of people armed with tools patrolled outside the building, fishing out the zombies piled up in the asphalt slime to prevent the zombies from piling up to a certain level and using the corpses of their companions to cross the defense line.
Therefore, Shu Maomao had to stay awake all night, constantly controlling his supernatural powers to change according to needs.
In the second half of the night, there were suddenly fewer zombies. Shu Maomao was so sleepy that his eyelids began to droop: "Mommy, everyone in the cave is going to die."
It seems that the people in the air-raid shelter can't hold on any longer.
Shu Lan glanced at her watch in the light of the flashlight. It was five-twelve. At about six-thirty when it was dawn, the zombies would find a nearby building to avoid the sunlight, and the crisis could be almost averted.
She watched as the task of defending the line was handed over to someone else. She let Shu Maomao sit on her lap, held him in her arms, and stroked his face: "Go to sleep."
Shu Maomao closed his eyelids, which he had forced himself to keep open, and his tense facial features relaxed. He fell asleep peacefully while listening to Shu Lan's heartbeat.
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