For example, the current civil teams have no shameful activities. People like Chongling and Quyang who have been hiding outside the north line of Xiangcheng have also been ambushing many civil teams. When they were doing reconnaissance in the early stage, they started to shake when the car of the opposite team began to shake.

Sometimes it may be accompanied by the screams of women, the pleading of the elderly, the cry of children, the cry of men's whipping... everything is there.

There are few teams that are very quiet, with the on-duty people standing on duty properly, and women resting safely in the car.

On the other hand, generally such disciplined teams are not easy to deal with, which means that the highest controller who controls this team is either very outstanding in ability or the team is garrisoned.

Only a private team transformed from garrison can truly not oppress the weak in the end times, be on duty properly, and fight monsters peacefully.

There are so big and so many cities in the end of the world. Although the city has been destroyed, there are many garrisons like Chongling who have preserved a little strength to survive. They are drifting in the end of the world and cannot find a large army, so they gradually transform into a stream of civilian teams.

But equally, they just waited for the large army to be found and then easily converted back to the garrison. Most of the garrisons still liked to return to the collective to shine and heat.

Qu Yang put down the telescope in his hand, beat the snow, and said trouble:

"This kind of group is not easy to fight. If the private teams are transformed into other cities, we can't fight our own people. You see, they seem to be convening all the group leaders for a meeting, and they must be discussing how to hit the barbed wire. Time is tight, so we should give our team leader an idea."

"The other party is not garrison."

Chong Ling, who was lying on the snow, was still holding a telescope and looking at Qing Xiran's team in front of him. He frowned with a sharp brow and said to Qu Yang beside him:

"I don't even have a garrison standing posture, it's not a garrison at all, but this regiment is so weird."

"What a strange method?"

"They don't speak."

This is what makes Chongling feel the most strange thing. Where can there be a team that doesn’t speak at all? It’s something that individuals can communicate.

But before Qu Yang could detect the smell, he saw Qu Yang holding a telescope again, looking at Qing Xiran's team in front of him, and asked:

"What's wrong with not talking? There is no room for so many talks in the middle of the night?"

"You have seen a group of more than 700 people so silent, and you don't even say a word?"

Chongling aimed the telescope at the two men on duty on the opposite side. The other party did not have a garrison standing posture. Whether they were retired or not, their every move, whether they were sitting or lying, had deep muscle memories in their bodies.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as they are both garrisons and do not wear garrison clothes, they can tell if the other party is of their own kind by just a glance.

So, how did the two men on duty on the other side be in harmony? One of them took out a cigarette, turned his head and glanced at the person next to him, and the other took out a fire. As soon as the person holding the fire reached out, the person holding the cigarette divided a cigarette out. The level of tacit understanding could never be achieved overnight.

Someone came to change shifts again, and they just took a look at each other. They should pay attention to what they should remind them, as if they were telepathic, and they didn't have to speak out at all, and they naturally changed the shifts.

"You are here, I'll take a close look."

Chong Ling frowned and handed the telescope in his hand to Qu Yang to hold it. He crawled in the snow and quietly and carefully approached Qing Xiran's team.

It is said that tonight, this 700-person group convened a meeting of captains of all the large, medium and small teams here to discuss how to impact the barbed wire. Since the on-duty personnel of the 700-person group do not communicate, the leaders who are in the meeting should also communicate with each other.

With the cover of the night, Chongling quietly approached Qing Xiran's team, slowly, slowly dodged, avoided all the on-duty personnel, passed through the layers of guarding vehicles, and saw the center of the convoy, and widened his eyes in surprise.

A cloud floated over, covering the stars in the sky, and the bright moonlight was no longer there. The black wind blew, which made the entire Qing Xiran team feel a sense of yin energy, but the more terrifying ones were still behind. The leader of the large, medium and small teams who should have been discussed or argued were standing in the open space in the center of the convoy like a statue.

Everyone formed a circle, standing silently like a cult ceremony.

Of course, they are still alive, but no one speaks, just keeping their eyes open, their expressions distorted, as if they have been depressed. Everyone is exactly the same distance from the people around them. If someone now holds a compass and draws a circle in the middle of them, they will know that they are standing on the line exactly, not close or far away.

Such strangeness made Chong Ling, who had experienced countless killings, couldn't help but feel goose bumps on his back, and he was so scared.

What kind of power can make people stand like this? Is this end of the world finally moving from science fiction to the supernatural path?

"Ququ."

A tender knocking sounded on the window in Chongling's ears, and he was discovered. The evil power of this team finally captured him. Realizing this, a fine cold sweat broke out on Chongling's forehead. He had a premonition that no matter how many difficulties he had experienced in life and death, it would be impossible to have the danger he experienced this time.

So, Chongling accumulated strength, condensed his supernatural powers with both hands, clenched into fists, and slowly turned around. When the night wind blew, a drop of sweat fell on his forehead, and then he widened his eyes in surprise... A window was on his ear, and a tender little face appeared in the window, smiling sweetly at him.

This made Chongling speech in surprise, "Yiyi???"

"Uncle Chong!"

Qing stood at the head of the bed in her RV bedroom. At her feet, Shao Mengli and Xiaoxiao were already asleep. The child was wearing warm clothes and trousers and sparse hair. He was smiling at Chong Ling with his mouth cracked. That little look was so cute.

When she saw her acquaintance, Qingyi was naturally happy. She got up and peed, and she actually saw Uncle Chong. Oh, God asked them to meet again, all of them were ape dung and ape dung.

Then, Qing giggled and turned around, opened the door of the owner's bedroom, climbed to the single bed where my mother was asleep outside, sat on her mother's belly, and said happily with a slight voice:
Chapter completed!