"The camp has arrived, the camp has arrived!" The panicked crowd, under the threat of death, saw the straw of survival and the oasis of hope. With the last strength, they rushed to the camp guarded by heavy troops. They were astonishingly fast as they reached the 100-meter swimmer Bolt.

Hu, Hu, it was finally safe for the time being. Wang Ling gasped, feeling his heartbeat was particularly fierce, his legs were filled with lead. He turned around and looked at the flying insects shot by the dense rain of bullets, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Soon, an officer from the army brought a few soldiers out to arrange the survivors who fled to the camp. The men and women separated and arranged the tents that had been set up in advance.

"Be careful." Seeing Ren Xiaowan being led away by the female warrior, Wang Ling felt strange and was reluctant to let go.

Following the male warriors lined up with the rest of the male survivors to get the number and allocate tents. It has to be said that in such a short time, the troops made relatively comprehensive and thoughtful arrangements, and the efficiency was still amazing.

After being recorded, Wang Ling took the corresponding brand and found the one he assigned to in a large tent. When he entered, there were already three people inside, a small tent, and four people had to sleep in a few square meters. There were no beds at all. There were only a few wooden boards on the ground and a few bed boards were covered. It was very simple, but in this case it was already good, at least they were safe.

"Hello, my name is Sun Hao, welcome." After Wang Ling took the brand into the tent, the first person to stand up and say hello to him was a tall and thin young man. He looked quite sunny, but his clothes looked a little down and out. He seemed that he was not much older than Wang Ling last year.

"Hello, Wang Ling."

"Gao Hong."

"Li Sang-dong."

The remaining two people also smiled and nodded with Wang Ling. One of them was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked in his forties, short and thin but with bright eyes. He looked like a scheming person. The other middle-aged man was about forty years old, with a tall body and a rich appearance, and his expression and behavior showed a few majesty. Seeing that they were together, it seemed that they had known each other for a long time.

Wang Ling nodded to the two of them and said hello, then walked to the empty bed and sat down. The continuous running and fighting made him very tired, and he needed to rest.

"Do you guys smoke?" Sun Hao took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and said to Wang Ling.

"No, thank you." Wang Ling waved his hand and lay on the bed.

"Brother, what did you do before?" Sun Hao smiled and called out to his friend very kindly.

"A little clerk!" Wang Ling turned his head and replied with a smile. After he said this, Sun Hao paused slightly while the other two showed a little contempt on his face.

"Haha, no matter what I did before, now everyone is a fugitive, and they should take care of each other." Li Xiangdong, who lit a high-end cigarette, said with a smile, talking all over the scene.

"Mr. Li said," Gao Hong, who was standing beside him, immediately flattered him after hearing this.

"Haha, it's another general." Wang Ling smiled lightly, and without answering, lying on the bed, closing his eyes to recuperate and restoring his energy. Even in such a chaotic world, these former dignitaries and nobles still have a sense of superiority, or they were once in a deep and high position and superior position, and they were unwilling to face the cruel reality.

Wang Ling did not continue to talk to them. His fatigue made him fall asleep quickly. He lay on the simple bedboard, with undry blood and insect blood on his body!

"What a guy who is more than ungrateful!" After falling asleep, Gao Hong said immediately.

"Hey, Xiao Gao, it's a young man."

"It's all young people, look at their little grandson."

Haha, Li Xiangdong smiled, and said nothing more, just smoked cigarettes silently. At the age of fifty years old, he experienced countless events and saw countless people. When Wang Ling entered the tent, he felt that this young man had a unique aura, which was extraordinary.

"Hey, I'm awake."

Wang Ling, who was sleeping, suddenly felt someone calling his name, and suddenly sat up, stretched out his hand to the dagger he picked up on the road hanging from his waist, his eyes shone like a knife, and Sun Hao, who woke him up, took two steps back.

"It's you, what's the matter?" After confirming that there was no danger, Wang Ling's tense body relaxed and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's time to eat." Sun Hao's voice was much smaller by the momentum that Wang Ling had just now.

"Eat?" Wang Ling was stunned.

"Yes, the camp will deliver two meals every day, at 11 o'clock and at 5 o'clock in the afternoon, with two spoonfuls of porridge and two steamed buns for each person. If you go late, the steamed buns will be gone." Sun Hao said.

"Ah, thank you!" Wang Ling stood up and shook his dizzy head. After moving his body for a while, he felt that his strength had recovered a lot. Although there was still some food in his backpack behind him, he would not consume it. After receiving a lunch box from Li Xiangdong, he followed the three of them out of the tent. Only then did he realize that two large pots had been set up on the open space in the camp, which was steaming. He could smell the rice fragrance from afar, and there was a long line in front of the large pot.

"Oh no, we probably won't have steamed buns this time." After looking at the long queue, Sun Hao said with a sad face.

Just as hundreds of people were lined up and preparing to receive rations, a sharp alarm suddenly sounded.

"What's going on?"

"Insect attack!"

Ah, the crowd immediately became panicked, and no one cared about collecting rations, rushing to the nearest tent, and even rushed to the concrete barracks where the soldiers were stationed, panicking like frightened sheep.

Wang Ling did not escape with the crowd because he found that the soldiers responsible for distributing food did not seem to leave, and their expressions were not panicked at all. This was a military camp, with heavy troops guarding and full of vigilance. If the insects could rush in so easily, there was no need for this camp to exist, and the soldiers would never look calm. On the open space, hungry people queuing for food and receiving food quickly scattered, leaving only a dozen people to talk about.

"Take down their names and notify the soldiers below that their rations will be doubled in the future. Give each of them an egg today." Above the four-story concrete barracks, a national-faced officer in his thirties, staring at the open space. Amid the sharp alarm, more than a dozen people who had escaped, arrived at the officers beside him.

"Yes, the leader!"
Chapter completed!