National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight pierced through the darkness of the sky and shone straight onto the camp like a golden sword.

The brilliant sun slowly rose, bringing infinite light and hope to the whole world.

The camp located in the barren land gradually awakens under the caress of the sun. The original plaque "Camp Crowe" on the gate has been replaced with "Camp Bluebird".

Smoke from cooking fires rose from the camp, interweaving with the sunlight. A flag with a blue bird painted on it fluttered gently in the breeze, rustling.

Zhang Yang led the slave workers to take over the camp. Because of his outstanding performance, he was highly admired by the slave workers and naturally became the boss here.

The force is called Bluebird, representing freedom and hope.

They had been busy from yesterday until today, and they worked together to clean up the corpses and bloodstains in the camp.

Behind the camp, Zhang Yang specially allocated a piece of land for the martyrs' cemetery, and Ken Kubo was the first to be buried.

After dealing with the bodies, the next step was to deal with the surrendered guards.

"Victor, send a few people to finish building the bunker, and reinforce and repaint the damaged walls."

Zhang Yang called Victor to arrange the next matters.

"Yes!" Victor nodded and immediately called people to work.

Victor and Baker were appointed as second-in-command by Zhang Yang because of their outstanding performance.

One is in charge of government affairs, and the other is in charge of military affairs.

Now the camp is in a state of disrepair and it is time to recruit people.

"Baker, you are responsible for taking people to observe the terrain nearby and draw a detailed topographic map."

Zhang Yang needs to understand his geographical location and his advantages and disadvantages so as to better deal with the upcoming crisis.

According to some guards, people from two nearby mountain areas seem to have united and may attack here soon.

I don’t know how the original camp owners dealt with this matter, but Zhang Yang will definitely take it to heart.

"Got it!" Baker nodded and immediately led his men out.

"Alang, are the surrendered guards in the basement?"

Zhang Yang came to the first floor and asked a younger brother who was in charge of patrol.

"Yes, I locked him up myself, and the key is with me."

Although Alang's abilities are average, he does his work with all his heart.

Zhang Yang saw all of this and kept it in mind.

"Okay, take me to see it."

These watchers must definitely be dealt with.

And at this moment their fate is in the hands of Zhang Yang.

"Okay." Ah Lang called the two together and acted quickly.

He admired Zhang Yang very much in his heart. He not only regarded him as his boss, but also as his absolute spiritual idol.

Came to the familiar basement door.

Zhang Yang smelled the suffocating stench again.

I was caught here and forced to stay here for a day on the first day of my travel through time. It is a great shame for the Juventus world.

"Bring them up here. They can't get away anyway."

Zhang Yang thought about it and decided not to go in, and asked Alang to bring those people up.

Now the entire camp is filled with our own people, and we have remote control over the three watchtowers, so we don’t have to worry about them causing trouble.

"Yes!" Alang and his younger brothers acted together and quickly brought the surrendered guard up with guns.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Ah Lang and the others urged the guards, but at this moment, the guards looked so dusty and unkempt that they looked more like slave laborers.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but smile with emotion. Now the status of both parties has changed 180 degrees. I wonder what these former "guardians" feel in their hearts?

You wouldn’t know until you see it, there are quite a lot of people, more than a dozen.

Zhang Yang spotted Brown in the crowd at first sight!

This person killed countless slaves and Jamie, and kidnapped himself into the camp.

"Do you remember me?" Zhang Yang stood in front of Brown with a smile on his face.

"no no……"

"Don't remember?" Zhang Yang said in a slightly threatening tone.

"I remember, I remember!" The latter nodded immediately, and his lower body was even slightly wet.

"Why are you so scared? I haven't even thanked you properly yet." Zhang Yang said sarcastically.

"Ah...ah?" The other party was obviously confused and didn't know what Zhang Yang was talking about.

"If you hadn't captured me, I would have starved to death in the wild, let alone become the boss here."

Zhang Yang pulled out a knife from his waist and put it on Brown's chin.

"right?"

Although these two words were light, they frightened Brown like a death-taking sickle.

His legs couldn't stop shaking and his pants were soaked with urine.

"Huh, what a piece of shit!" Wolf hated Brown. He hated betrayers the most, especially this guy who did bad things behind the scenes.

"Alang." Zhang Yang spoke righteously.

"exist!"

"kill him!"

"Yes!" Wolf dragged Brown's body and walked towards the gallows next to him.

It would be easier to handle the bodies there and the blood wouldn't splatter.

"No, sir, sir, I am still useful. I can be a slave, I can be a hard laborer!" Brown, who was being dragged away, cried and begged for mercy.

As if he thought what he said made sense, Alang turned around to see what Zhang Yang meant.

And Zhang Yang turned his head and spoke slowly.

"Before killing..."

"Cut off the hands and feet first."

"Yes!"

"No, you're fucking making fun of me!" Brown didn't expect that his words would bring him a worse end. He kicked around on the ground with his legs, but to no avail.

No!

Hyperactivity

"Ahhhh-"

From an invisible corner nearby, Brown's shrill roar was heard.

The guards on the ground all lowered their heads in shame, fearing that they would be the next to be dismembered.

"Everyone, raise your heads and be more alert!" Zhang Yang shouted, and they immediately raised their heads again, not daring to say a word.

"Hey? It's you." Zhang Yang was a little happy. He found another target in the crowd.

"Little brother, I thought you were dead!" Zhang Yang put his hand on the head of a guard and grabbed his hair tightly.

This person was none other than the one who had spit on Zhang Yang's back before.

"I...we haven't met before." The guard seemed to have no impression and responded tremblingly.

"Haven't you seen it before?" Zhang Yang looked into his eyes and said coldly, "Think about it carefully..."

"Let me give you a clue... saliva. Do you remember it?"

"If the adults say they have seen it, then they have seen it."

The guard closed his eyes in despair and wanted to die.

There were many slaves who were spat upon by him, but he never expected that one of them would become the boss here!

"Boss, it's him! He vomited on me too!"

A younger brother nearby angrily accused that if it wasn't for the boss's sake, he would have killed the beast yesterday!

"We, we can be slave laborers, don't kill us." Even now, he was still begging for mercy, trying to find a way to survive.