As soon as he heard that the second elder had woken up, Song Ziyu immediately came to the isolation room to visit the second elder.

Now there are some rooms on the second floor of the shelter that have been specially converted into medical rooms and isolation rooms, just to rescue possible accidents.

Arriving at the isolation room, Song Ziyu saw the two elders.

I don’t know what kind of treatment Wu Yao used. Ma Senming and Gao Zhongping, who had just woken up, looked very dull. There was no sparkle in their eyes. They were moving around in the isolation room stupidly. When they saw Song Ziyu, they didn’t show any emotion.

Too many emotions, like a zombie.

"What on earth is going on?" Song Ziyu asked.

Wu Yao explained: "The two of them suffered huge injuries when the zombie bomb exploded. The virus has affected their brains. There is no cure for this kind of damage and it can only take time to recover."

Song Ziyu asked: "Then how long will it take for them to return to their normal state?"

Wu Yao shook his head and said: "I can't say for sure. Some people may recover tomorrow, but they will never recover."

"If you said this, it means you didn't say it." Song Ziyu sighed.

Seeing that Song Ziyu seemed dissatisfied, Wu Yao said proudly: "But no matter what, I saved their lives! As for the others, they were not so lucky."

"You're right."

When Song Ziyu thinks about it, this seems to be the case.

The others died on the spot without receiving treatment and turned into zombies. Only Gao Zhongping and Ma Senming survived.

But Song Ziyu still felt a little frustrated. There was nothing he could do about the current situation and he could only encourage Wu Yao to continue treatment.

"Didn't you agree to let me go after rescuing people?" Wu Yao asked.

"Does this count as rescuing your life? Can you leave before anyone wakes up?" Song Ziyu said with a straight face.

Wu Yao did not dare to argue, so he could only obey.

Ichiban

After encouraging and admonishing, Song Ziyu walked out of the isolation room and saw Ma Xiaolong not far from the corridor.

The young man was leaning against the wall and looking at himself with questioning eyes.

"It's okay, your grandpa is still alive." Song Ziyu touched Ma Xiaolong's head and said.

After hearing this, Ma Xiaolong's anxious expression returned to normal a little.

"Brother Song, will my grandpa be okay?" Ma Xiaolong asked.

Song Ziyu said: "It will be okay! You have to be strong, your family will be counting on you in the future."

Ma Xiaolong nodded vigorously.

After comforting Ma Xiaolong, Song Ziyu returned to the office area in the inner city and began to carry out a series of work instructions.

Without the assistance of Ma Senming and Gao Zhongping, Song Ziyu needed to do many things personally.

This made Song Ziyu feel pressure.

It is said that the wise emperors in ancient times only slept for five hours a day. The rest of the time was either reviewing memorials or speaking in the court... not even flipping over the fucking cards.

After all, the ancient emperors were in charge of a country, but they were so busy just managing a city.

The ancients never deceived me.

What makes Song Ziyu feel even more terrible is that!

It's already the end of January.

Just next week, I will have to deal with the final assessment of the first semester.

…

The vast area north of the Wasteland.

This is the core territory of the Northern Steel Alliance.

Yubi City, one of the four major towns in the Iron and Steel Alliance,

The general rear area of ​​the war.

A large number of troops belonging to the Iron Alliance received training here and were then sent to the front line one after another.

Material supplies from the entire Iron Alliance and its territories are also continuously delivered here, and then arranged and deployed to various fronts by the war coordination department.

In Yubi City, the First Army is stationed. ??

Yu Wenxiong was kneeling naked in the martial arts training ground, his body covered with injuries from whipping.

Affected by the cold air, Yu Wenxiong no longer had the high spirits he had in the past during the Battle of Jiehe, but instead became just decadent and depressed.

I don’t know how long Yu Wenxiong knelt down, but the training troops on the school field changed one after another.

Finally, when Yu Wenxiong's consciousness was about to blur, an adjutant wearing a gray military uniform came to Yu Wenxiong: "The commander lets you in!"

After hearing this, Yu Wenxiong's frustrated face finally showed some expression.

Yu Wenxiong stood up slowly and walked tremblingly to an earthen building next to the school ground.

In the earth building, several people were sitting around a campfire eating barbecued food.

An unknown mutated beast on the grill has been mostly eaten by several people.

Seeing Yu Wenxiong come in, the man sitting at the front showed a cruel smile on his face: "You have suffered from three hundred military sticks and knelt for three days and three nights and still haven't died. You are lucky."

As he spoke, the man threw the leftover meat bones in front of Yu Wenxiong.

"Eat it, even if it's a wild dog, I still have compassion for it," the man said.

"Thank you, Military Seat." Yu Wenxiong picked up the bones on the ground and ate them hungrily.

After not eating for three days and three nights, and having to endure high-intensity torture, Yu Wenxiong was already exhausted. At this time, he

A bone that others have chewed is a delicacy to you.

Looking at Yu Wenxiong's embarrassed appearance, Ding Boyan, commander of the First Army of the Northern Steel Alliance, said coldly: "You are a wild dog that is tenacious and brave enough in battle. This is what I admire about you."

As he spoke, Ding Boyan's tone changed and he roared in a low voice: "But you destroyed most of my regiment and lost all the weapons and equipment. Why should I let you live, you loser?"

Yu Wenxiong swallowed the bloody barbecue with bones, then raised his head and looked at Ding Boyan: "Military, I have been scammed! I am unwilling to lose! I don't accept it."

"Idiot!" Ding Boyan scolded Yu Wenxiong, and then looked at the thin man who was eating meat: "Brother Zuo, Yu Wenxiong is yours, what do you say about this matter?"

The skinny man named Zuo Zhen kept devouring the food without raising his head: "Brother, you can do whatever you say, I will listen to you!"

Ding Boyan said coldly: "Although Yu Wenxiong lost, it was me who lost face! I will educate my dog ​​myself, but others can't. If this matter is not handled well, I will have no status within the Steel Alliance.

"

Zuo Zhen raised his head and glanced at Yu Wenxiong and said: "Brother, this guy was beaten to a pulp by the natives in the wasteland. He was so embarrassed that he was so embarrassed. What do you do with such a waste? Why don't you just kill him?"

"If this idiot dies like this, I will be laughed at even more. He should die on the battlefield, not here!" Ding Boyan said in a solemn tone.

"Then what are you going to do?" Zuo Zhen asked.

Ding Boyan said: "This matter cannot be left alone. Someone must be responsible."
Chapter completed!