In the early morning, when the busy camp had become merely orderly after breakfast, the women carried their children in cloth bags to the outside of the camp to begin their day's work.

The women are dressed simply, without too much dress, from their washed faces, you can see a little ruddy, the hard work of the day makes their bodies hard, some of the labor femininity of the seventies and eighties, the children on their backs are sensible, hunger teaches them to be obedient.

Most of the time, these children don't cry or make trouble, their mothers go to work, they stay on their mother's back, their mothers work, they sit on the ridges and play by themselves, and when they eat, they will find their mothers and walk together to the holy place in their hearts, the canteen.

The children who studied with Huang Tingwei were divided into two groups, some of the children who were recognized by Ding Luo followed him to exercise outside the camp, learning all kinds of basic skills, and the remaining large part began to study every day, new notebooks and ballpoint pens were sent to them, everyone cherished them very much, and every word written was upright and meticulous.

When the stationery was distributed, each notebook had the names of 11 people written on it, and it briefly described the sacrifices of these people in order to get the stationery.

These words were written by the militiamen, who got up before dawn and took up a pen to write down the names of their fallen comrades in their notebooks, and this behavior of the camp was recognized by them, and they felt respect for the first time, and they could vaguely guess that those comrades were executed yesterday.

They know that it is a last resort, it is one thing to know, it is another thing to know whether they want to know or not, it is certain that they have a pimple in their hearts, and by writing the names of people in their notebooks in the morning, they know that the camp has not forgotten those who died in the war, and the camp has let their next generation of successors remember these names, and this is enough, and the monument imprinted in their hearts is the most moving.

The militiamen stood neatly in the center of the camp, and the more than 200 militiamen were automatically divided into two groups, one group was yesterday to encircle and annihilate the zombies, and the other group was digging a pit by the lake with shovels.

Yesterday morning, all the militia members looked the same, both in words and demeanor and in deeds. Today, it's completely different, the people are still those people, some are still ordinary people, and some have become soldiers who have passed the test of life and death.

The militiamen who did not go to war could not imagine what their former companions had experienced, they just felt that those companions had changed, that they were no longer gregarious, that they had become like those regular members, and this change made them disdainful that they thought it was pretending.

Soon, the main master came, Zhang Huai'an took the lead, walked to the rostrum in the center with two black circles under his eyes, sat on the chair, Huang Quan, Lu Xiaobu, and other combat captains, including several heavy fire team leaders, all arrived, except for the team members who were on duty, almost all the team members were present.

When a group of people arrived, they sat down one after another, and did not announce anything, what they were waiting for.

When Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was late, arrived on the rostrum, Huang Quan stood up, walked to the front of the stage, and looked at the militia Gao He below; "All of them, stand upright!! Take a break......"

"After consideration, a part of the militia will be issued with guns......"

Zhang Huai'an said the decision of yesterday's meeting on the stage, which caused a big uproar below, those militia who went to war could not maintain their discipline, they exchanged heads and ears, passing something to each other, almost all the militia were elated, and having a gun means that their identities are different.

"However, guns are not issued casually, they are conditional......"

When Zhang Huai'an said this, the buzz below was clear, and everyone closed their mouths and pricked up their ears.

"All the soldiers who fought yesterday are ......"

Huang Quan shouted on the stage, and he did not call them militias, but directly called warriors.

One by one, the rifles with military spurs and magazines were sent to the militiamen, and the militiamen took the guns and loved them, played with them for a while, and then carried them to their bodies in the envious eyes of others, and waited for the next thing calmly.

109 out of 119 people received rifles, and the remaining 10 people looked at the stage anxiously, including Liu Biao and Chi Yong, Liu Biao was still wondering, is he playing with a big blade, playing too well, people don't give him a gun, just let him play his strengths?

"The following people are yesterday's meritorious personnel, Liu Biao, Chi Yong, xxx ......"

Ten people were named on the stage, and as soon as they said that they had made meritorious contributions, they were all stirred in their hearts, and with some expectations, they were silently thinking about whether to give bonuses this time or something else.

"Our team has always followed the clear distinction between rewards and punishments, those who have meritorious service are still punished, those who have done wrong are punished, and those who escape are killed! These ten members are the first batch of meritorious militiamen, and I hope not the last ......"

Zhang Huai'an talked about his temperament, stood in front of the stage and started to do ideological work, the militia below didn't dare to move, honestly counting the seconds, the ten people on the stage were a little desperate, they had given up their expectations for rewards, and hoped that Zhang Huai'an would be kind and let them go, Zhang Xiaoqiang and several captains on the stage were also annoyed, so much nonsense came from this Zhang Huai'an?

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't stand it, he pretended to cough, Zhang Xiaoqiang's soft cough fell into Zhang Huai'an's ears and became thunder, and the cold sweat on Zhang Huai'an's forehead came down, forgetting the shape, Brother Cockroach was still waiting.

"That's all for today, now I announce that the following people will be promoted to militia leaders, assist militia captains in managing daily affairs, and now give them guns.

Ten shiny Type 1 rifles were sent to the front of the stage, and each of the 10 meritorious service members had one for each, and these Type 1 rifles were all trophies of the convoy to exterminate the black market, and the number was not much, about 30 or 50 rifles, and it was impossible to distribute them evenly, and in addition, there was not much ammunition, so they could not form a combat effectiveness, so they were put on the shelf.

Ten people went down to the stage, and just after entering the team, Liu Biao couldn't help but be excited, and whispered to Chi Yong: "What did I say? Killing him to get ahead is only the first step. ”

Ji Yong didn't answer, touching the rifle and his eyes burned.

Zhang Huai'an announced the dissolution of the meeting, the militia disbanded, Zhang Xiaoqiang also shook his wheelchair to have a good time, Zhang Huai'an remembered to ask Lu Xiaobu for wine, turned around and found that Lu Xiaobu had long disappeared.

Lu Xiaobu had one thing in mind, he got a batch of gold yesterday, and he remembered his gold dog tag in his heart, and he went to Wang Le's processing factory after the meeting.

Wang Le was putting the finishing touches on the second paratrooper combat vehicle, and when he saw Lu Xiaobu coming in, he shouted loudly.

"Captain Lu, thank you for the wine, don't say anything, just open your mouth if you want anything in the future, if there is such a good thing, you must think of me, it's best to give it to me secretly, don't let Zhang ...... Don't let that old thing see it. ”

Wang Le almost slipped his mouth, Zhang Huai'an's nominal identity is the captain of the team, and it is not the current one that he can call by his name.

"No problem, but it's not easy to find, it's also luck, the cellar where the wine was put collapsed, we just happened to find it, I remember your business, whether it's good or bad, it's right to put it to you."

Lu Xiaobu said beautiful words, and Wang Le smiled.

"Director Wang, the batch of gold you got yesterday, you see?"

Lu Xiaobu took the hot iron and said his purpose.

"It's not easy to do, it's not a good thing to make dog tags with pure gold, sweat stains will corrode the gold and cause fading, you have to engrave people's names on it, hundreds of words are inverted, it is impossible to use numbers and English letters, it is better to use a thin steel sheet to sandwich the gold in the middle, how about connecting the three brands together?"

Lu Xiaobu hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth and nodded, making dog tags is a meaning, and the commemorative meaning is greater than the actual meaning.

"How much?"

For this kind of thing, Wang Le can do as much as he wants, and naturally he doesn't care about the quantity.

"Whoever has broken his finger at the swear will have it!"

Lu Xiaobu's answer was unusually decisive, that is, he decided to marry Li Zhi as a brother, but the other team members swore together, and this story will always be remembered by him.