In the end of the world, I can transform from a zombie back into a human being

Five military off-road vehicles came in the evening, picked up Feng Yunqing and others, and drove to the command center of the northern theater.

The sights I saw along the way were a bit tragic.

The fires in many places have not been extinguished, and more than a dozen large defensive positions along the way have been destroyed.

The damaged tanks were left on the roadside without being dealt with, and an artillery position was destroyed by the zombie army.

If Feng Yunqing did not report the military situation immediately.

Maybe this wave of corpse demon army can really destroy the headquarters.

When we arrived at the headquarters, we arranged for everyone to have a sumptuous dinner.

Everyone was not polite at all and had a great meal in the headquarters canteen.

Especially Lao Zhao, he was dying when he saw the meat. He never wanted to eat compressed biscuits again.

After the meal, take a short rest.

Then, Wang Jinlong, commander-in-chief of the Northern Military Region, and Chu Fan, commander of the First Longhu Army, along with a group of senior officers, met with Feng Yunqing and others.

Wang Jinlong came up and shook hands with Feng Yunqing with a big smile.

"Thanks to your intelligence, the headquarters was saved. You deserve the greatest credit!"

Lao Zhao, Xiao Zhou and others were a little confused. We squatted in the tunnel for a day, and we came out to take credit?

After Feng Yunqing paid a military salute, he said sonorously: "It is your duty, don't dare to be greedy for credit!"

The iron-blooded military temperament is clearly revealed.

Wang Jinlong showed up and left.

Chu Fan, commander of the First Army of the Dragon and Tigers, showed an amiable smile and personally put on the major epaulette for Feng Yunqing.

Other officers put epaulettes on Feng Yunqing's soldiers.

Someone was videotaping the whole thing, and it looked like it was for publicity.

Chu Fan asked everyone to sit down, and then said: "Major Feng, in view of your military achievements, the military department is ready to give you a certain degree of autonomy. You can go to the special operations battalion as the deputy battalion commander, or go to the regular army as the deputy battalion commander. .”

Feng Yunqing scratched his head and said: "Chief, I want to go to the cleaning camp to stay for a while."

The smile on Chu Fan's face froze. Isn't this guy a little too arrogant?

It would be nice to give you two choices, but you still want to hide in the logistics department.

Chu Fan forced out a smile again, "That's okay, you go to the cleaning camp for a while to improve your strength, and the military department will provide you with enough mutant capsules to upgrade to the second level.

When the war situation becomes tense, we will transfer you to the frontline troops. "

Feng Yunqing held Chu Fan's hand with both hands, "Thank you, chief, my brothers..."

"Well, cough cough."

His words were interrupted by a man next to him carrying a colonel's epaulets.

Feng Yunqing glanced at him. This man was Wu Yugang, the leader of the third regiment he was in, and he shook hands with him just now.

Wu Yugang interjected: "All the people in your platoon have been promoted to platoon leaders in the forward theater."

Feng Yunqing knew that this matter was hopeless, and Lao Zhao Xiaozhou and the others could only go to the front line to dig tunnels.

A female officer next to him said: "Sirings, it's getting late. Let's rest first."

Feng Yunqing and others were taken to a newly built barracks to rest.

After they left, the regiment leader Wu Yugang said to the officer recording the video next to him: "Cut all the videos after you sit down. This guy started to drift away as soon as he sat down. He actually dared to make conditions and hide behind."

Chu Fan smiled and said, "He has only joined the army for two days, we can't expect these little guys to have high quality.

The battle loss rate on the front line is too high. It is necessary to increase the allocation of resources to the lower-level fighters so that the strength of the lower-level fighters can be improved as soon as possible. "

Wu Yugang took off his military cap, scratched his own penis, and sighed.

"Hey, if the mutant crystal core is transported to the capital of God in exchange for the mutant capsule, two-thirds will be deducted.

Some family officers withheld some more, and there was not much left in the hands of the soldiers.

There are also a large number of outstanding officers and soldiers who can be trusted. In the early stages of the disaster, in order to quickly increase their strength, they took unevolved mutant crystal cores, and they were all stuck at the first level. "

Chu Fan also had a headache. "We will try our best to tilt resources towards soldiers, expand the logistics department, and distribute mutant capsules directly to every soldier."

"In this way, those family officers will definitely seize the mutated crystal core directly."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Officers on the battlefield can handle half of the mutant nuclei on their own. This rule is set by the gods and we can't change it."

"Hey, the original intention of this rule is to use benefits to stimulate the enthusiasm of junior officers. I didn't expect that these family officers would take advantage of it."

"Let's do this first. Let's do what we can do first."

……

Early the next morning.

Feng Yunqing secretly gave each of his subordinates a thousand mutant crystal nuclei.

Two thousand more were given to Lao Zhao and Xiao Zhou.

After breakfast, everyone went their separate ways.

Feng Yunqing got his wish and was sent to the cleaning camp as the commander of the cleaning camp.

Feng Yunqing was very happy, but he didn't expect to be given a full-time battalion commander.

It was already eleven o'clock in the morning when he arrived at the camp.

A man rode a motorcycle into the camp with him.

This man is a young man with white hair. I don’t know if he is born with it or dyed it.

The white-haired young man parked his motorcycle next to Feng Yunqing, looked at Feng Yunqing's major epaulettes, and hurriedly got off the motorcycle and saluted.

"Hello sir!"

Feng Yunqing returned the gift, took out the appointment document and showed it, "I am the newly appointed battalion commander. Why is the camp so deserted? Have everyone gone to clean the battlefield?"

The white-haired young man stood up straight, "Report to the battalion commander, I just came back from cleaning up a battlefield, and the others...the others are still sleeping."

Feng Yunqing felt that there was something strange about this camp.

He pulled the white-haired young man to one side and sat down. "Come on, don't be too formal. Let's chat. What's your name?"

"My name is Kim Sang-woo."

"Why are there so many motorcycles here?"

"In order to save resources, the cleaning camp is not equipped with helicopters. For speed and convenience, it is equipped with motorcycles."

"How many people are there in our camp?"

"Count you twelve."

"How much? Repeat it again."

"Battal Commander, I count you twelve. Our camp is in a special situation and there are relatively few people. Before you came, I was the only one working. The others were the second generation of the Northland Wang family and Heshen who came to Gild. They didn't work. of."

Feng Yun Qingxin said that the battalion commander had not managed many people before he was the platoon leader.

Feng Yunqing walked into the barracks and saw ten people sleeping under blankets, two of them snoring.

Is this to be a soldier or to live a college life?

He didn't wake up a few people, turned around and walked out of the barracks. He walked back and forth twice at the door of the barracks and had an idea in his mind.

He called the white-haired young man to his side and said, "I'll give you a day off today. Give me your motorcycle and corpse-transforming water. I'll go out and do cleaning tasks for a day to experience life."

Without saying a word, the white-haired young man gave Feng Yunqing all his working equipment.

Feng Yunqing gave his battlefield recorder to the white-haired young man, "Take this and record the lazy behavior of those guys in the barracks."

After saying that, Feng Yunqing rode his motorcycle and left the camp in a hurry.