Chapter 47 Whose Choice
Guo Zhenbei returned to the building, and the scene he saw shocked him.
The early morning is the peak of drug addiction, and everyone throws away their weapons. Including those soldiers, they also burst into tears. He met a large amount of drugs left by Zhang Wancai when he fled, and the cold blood was distributed to the survivors at this time.
"That dog. It's not a person!"
Guo Zhenbei didn't look much. He felt that the soldiers were a little frightened under his eyes. Including those who have never taken drugs, they are almost regarded as testers. Looking at the drug-taking soldiers, their eyes were full of worry. Through the "expression analysis system", Guo Zhenbei saw between the eyebrows of several non-commissioned officers that it revealed a look of fatigue, sadness, worry and so on.
He understands the origin of these emotions, and presumably the source of fatigue lies in the long-term lack of food. After being locked up for nearly three months, I believe that there is no extreme malnutrition, and it is the dead doctor who has taken care of it.
Speaking of the dead doctor, Guo Zhenbei knew that Siweier had received a lot of data. She doesn't seem to like paper documents. Almost all the information is scanned and stored on the computer's hard disk. The data originally in the computer can be copied from a mobile hard disk.
And Siweir is still the Siweir who likes electronic equipment. She wants people to collect almost all the available electronic equipment. As for what to do, Guo Zhenbei is not going to ask or care about it. Although that's his nominal wife, he is not smarter than his brain, but he is a little self-aknowledgeable.
Seeing his arrival, one of the non-commissioned officers suddenly had a voice and startled the people in the whole hall who were making trouble because of men's drug addiction.
"Assemble... Stand upright... Look to the right..."
A series of passwords were issued, and not only the non-commissioned officers who were used for experiments, but also the soldiers who were forced to be addicted to drugs jumped up. After they lined up, the leading sergeant ran a few steps to Guo Zhenbei.
This shocked Guo Zhenbei, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
The conscience of heaven and earth is not that he wants to pretend to be a soldier, but to make himself the 407 Dark Night Tiger in a cold-blooded sentence. Probably Guo Zhenbei didn't know that the real 407 Night Tiger was the whole officer's army. What's in his head, it's all like the U.S. military at this moment.
It's not his fault, it's Swayer, who indoctrinated him.
As a smart brain, he naturally looks for the army with the most combat experience as the basis. Compared with the U.S. Navy SEALs, which has hardly stopped since its establishment, the 407 Dark Night Tiger of the 21st Army is elite enough, but in terms of high-tech equipment and combat experience, it is definitely not as good.
This is not discrimination, but China's long-term policy of keeping a low profile and deliberately hiding its military strength, which leads to such a result.
"Comrade Lieutenant, the newly appointed 212 Division 2nd Regiment 2nd Regiment 1 Battalion 3rd Company 2nd Regiment 2nd Regiment 3rd level 3 military chief Rong Haiyuan reports to you that 58 soldiers in this platoon have been ordered to go to H County to rescue members of the county government. Now they have completed the task. Please give instructions from the second lieutenant!"
After the level 3 military chief Rong Haiyuan reported in front of them, all the soldiers maintained an upright posture. Although their drug addiction made them obviously extremely uncomfortable, they all looked at Guo Zhenbei with their eyes and seemed to be waiting for his order. Guo Zhenbei, who had little contact with soldiers, did not know how to answer. Then he also stood upright and saluted according to the prompts on the "virtual vision".
"A little rest!"
He glanced at the cold-blooded eyes and secretly said that he was killed by this boy. He not only pretended to be a soldier, but also an officer. The inertial thinking in my head is that if the country pursues it in the future, I'm afraid that this head must be shot!
His eyes fell on the soldier in front of him, and a hot current surged in his heart. This is the backbone of the Republic. Despite such a difficult and helpless situation, they still maintain the posture of soldiers.
There is no doubt that it is a silent comfort for the people around you.
"You did a good job. On behalf of all the survivors, I salute you!"
After saying that, Jin Tao saluted again, but this time he could see from the expression of the third-level military commander Rong Haiyuan in front of him that he revealed himself.
Guo Zhenbei is also not to blame, because China's military etiquette and the military etiquette of the U.S. military are almost the same in the eyes of lay people. In fact, Chinese officers are two centimeters on the side of the brim of the hat. The U.S. military officer's palms were slightly bent, and his fingertips left quickly at the tip of his eyebrows.
A small difference, it is not easy for people who are not meticulous to find it. Especially as far as American soldiers are concerned, it seems that most field soldiers don't care about it except for ceremonial soldiers or gendarmerie. In a sense, it is a loose legend of the U.S. military.
However, Guo Zhenbei felt lucky that the level 3 military commander Rong Haiyuan did not expose him. On the contrary, the other party's military posture is impeccable. He just looked at Guo Zhenbei and said so gently.
"Comrade Lieutenant, our comrades-in-arms..."
When he said this, his throat squirmed, which was a sign of sourness.
"We will deal with it and ask someone to clean it for them. Although we lack new military uniforms, we will give them military funerals!"
Level 3 military commander Rong Haiyuan stopped talking, turned around and ordered his subordinates to disband and continue to work. His men continued to work and even shouted at the soldiers who were addicted to drugs.
"If you are soldiers, you should be more tenacious!"
Guo Zhenbei could only shake his head and tell the cold blood through the radio.
"My cold-blooded second lieutenant, they are yours. Give the soldiers a decreasing dose of drugs, and discuss the specific amount with the swallow!"
"Yes!"
He answered a word coldly. Somehow this made Guo Zhenbei feel that he seemed to have returned to his former military temperament.
Leaving these soldiers, Guo Zhenbei felt that the civilians nearby just saw this scene, and there was some hope in their eyes. With a little aftertaste, you can understand that in such a time of disaster, as a Chinese civilian, there is nothing more reassuring than seeing the People's Liberation Army.
It's just that Guo Zhenbei was more worried about the drug problem. This scratching problem made him curse Zhang Wancai, whose arm was broken.
"This is troublesome. I heard that drugs can't be quit at all. Zhang Chengcai is such a son of a bitch that makes all men take drugs. What...what should I do!"
Looking at those people's tears, Guo Zhenbei felt helpless. This is the end of the world. Where can I find those drugs to meet the needs of the addicts in front of me? Even if you don't quit, there must be a process. Can you watch these people die like that?
Looking at people who haven't got drugs yet, they beat their legs, rub their breasts, and sob in pain. Guo Zhenbei hated that he only interrupted Zhang Wancai's hand, and that kind of thing should be killed. In the past, drug abuse was a social problem, so what about now?
"Drug control is absolutely not new in gangs, whether in China or other countries. After the outbreak of biochemical crisis, drugs are the simplest and most effective means to gather completely reliable people around you. The only problem is that most drug dealers will not produce it themselves. But this Zhang Wancai is really a smart person!"
"Smart people? These damn drug dealers are always bastards!"
Teng Qing has a hot nature. At this moment, she is cooperating with Siweier to operate on Xue Yiqing in a room on the 9th floor. As for Svir's definition in the radio, Svir's definition of Zhang Wancai immediately refuted it.
However, Guo Zhenbei thought further. He knew that Zhang Wancai was indeed a smart man. Drugs can make his men fear death. Compared with zombies, people who have been poisoned are just another kind of walking corpse. But with these people, he can quickly control a small town, and the amount of supplies here is indeed huge.
If you look at "success" as the goal, this is indeed the most effective and fastest way to become a local emperor. This is especially true when the corpse outbreak is completely unconstrained.
From this perspective, Zhang Wancai is indeed a smart person, at least more intelligent than ordinary people. If he can make enough drugs and control enough people, he can easily expand his territory and enrich his population.
At this moment, Guo Zhenbei already knew that except for those elite soldiers, it was the sea. Luo. In addition to such high-purity drugs. Others are infected with the lowest level of opium or smoke marijuana. These two drugs are also the most abundant drugs in Zhang Wancai's hand.
"I really don't understand what Zhang Wancai thinks. Isn't he afraid that if there are more people in the future, his drugs will not be enough?"
Guo Zhenbei's question has always been Siweier's question. His question has just been answered, and Sylviar has given him the answer.
"He uses the most basic soilless cultivation technology. After using plant lamp and constant temperature technology, the growth period of those poppies is 3 to 5 times faster than that of outdoor planting. This is the general efficiency of vegetable factories in various countries. An Austrian vegetable factory has the highest production efficiency, which can produce 1,000 kilograms of vegetables per square meter per year! What about growing opium poppy? How much will its output increase?
Hearing this data, Guo Zhenbei fainted for a while.
"This is really crazy. Using high-tech agriculture to engage in drugs, people's greed is really scary!"
Looking at the survivors below, Guo Zhenbei could only shake his head. He didn't know how to deal with these addicts. Maybe it's over, but this is the end of the world. Drugs are not something difficult to get. Especially if the city is restored in the future, this is even more so.
If you can't quit, don't say anything about resisting the invasion of the Fusang Empire. I'm afraid that a little bit of drugs will be wiped out. Moreover, at this moment, China's government and army, which still exist in the Fusang Empire, are at an absolute disadvantage when nuclear weapons are locked.
If you guess how many such local emperors and how many underworlds there are in China. If they control a considerable number of survivors, the future will be almost completely dark!
"I don't understand how to detoxify at all! And I'm afraid that the Fusang Empire also has a satellite system. In that case, how can we defeat the Fusang Empire with these drug addicts?
When he walked to the top of the stairs, Guo Zhenbei turned around and felt that his eyes seemed to fall on his back.
Sure enough, when he saw it, he saw the prudent eyes of the third-level military chief Rong Haiyuan. But he didn't do anything, just look at himself like that.
"The so-called people's hearts are seen over time. I, Guo Zhenbei, am not a real soldier, but I have a soldier's heart. At least I know what a Chinese man should do at this time!"
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