The square was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant and blood, which made people very uncomfortable.

This was supposed to be the largest military parade preparation square, but now it has become the last line of defense for the fortress.

From now on, it will be where all the logistics personnel live.

Once it is lost, the unarmed ordinary people behind it will become lambs in the eyes of the aliens.

Wang Zhao led a group of people walking in the square. The group of people glanced at the numbers of the surrounding troops with empty eyes, trying to find their original unit and return to the group.

But now, apart from the wounded being treated on the spot, and the doctors and nurses rushing around, their former companions were nowhere to be seen.

"Beckett, this way!"

Suddenly, a burst of shouting attracted the attention of Wang Zhao and others.

Beckett's eyes lit up. When he saw the person greeting him, a smile appeared on his face and he ran over.

He punched the bespectacled man in front of him on the chest: "Hey, you kid, you didn't even send a letter, I almost thought you had burped your butt!"

When the non-commissioned officers around him heard this, they suddenly looked strange.

But the man with glasses didn't care at all. He hugged Beckett, who was taller and more powerful than him, in his arms: "Damn it, I thought you were already dead!"

It was a little uncomfortable to see two grown men huddled together in front of everyone, but for these soldiers who had just experienced life and death, it felt doubly warm.

The man with glasses was none other than Li Qing, who was participating in trade union training with Ding Xiaoyi and Beckett, and even in the same dormitory.

However, Li Qing's military rank is now obviously higher than Beckett's.

He has the status of a spiritual master and wears the rank of second lieutenant. Everyone with an eye for fame knows that this is not a treatment that ordinary people can get.

Li Qing is not a member of any family, nor does he even have any background behind him, nor is he a unique genius.

But he couldn't stand this kid, so he climbed up a high branch.

His girlfriend's family background is astonishingly rich. If Li Qing returns alive this time, he will definitely be fully supported in the future.

"Have you seen our old troops!"

Wang Zhao had no interest in Li Qing, and he didn't care about this guy's military rank. He pointed to the unit numbers on their shoulders and asked Li Qing.

Li Qing glanced at Wang Zhao, and his expression changed slightly.

He took out an identity card from his pocket and handed it to Wang Zhao.

"This is your instructor's ID badge. Sorry, he died in the line of duty!"

Wang Zhao was stunned and stared blankly at the ID badge handed over by Li Qing. For a moment, the image of himself flashing through his mind was that when he was almost dead from exhaustion at the training ground, he was always picked up by the black instructor and fed and drank.

He silently took the identity card, walked aside without saying a word, and sat on the ground, not knowing what he was doing.

Seeing this, Beckett wanted to comfort him, but Li Qing grabbed his arm: "Hey, you followed him and didn't tell him about our relationship with Ding Xiaoyi!"

Everyone knows that there is a lunatic who curses someone loudly at the training ground every day. Even while eating, he will suddenly drop the table and scream in the sky to greet someone's ancestors.

It was also thanks to him that most people in District 25 had heard of the strange yet familiar name Ding Xiaoyi.

Li Qing and others are also curious about the relationship between Ding Xiaoyi and Wang Zhao.

Ordinarily, it seems impossible for Ding Xiaoyi to have any interaction with a wealthy young man like Wang Zhao.

But no matter how Wang Zhao mentioned Ding Xiaoyi, he wanted to tear his bones apart.

So as Ding Xiaoyi's best friend, being in the same team as Wang Zhao was naturally a bit awkward.

Beckett scratched his head. Although he had a good relationship with Ding Xiaoyi, he was not as disgusted with Wang Zhao, a neurotic guy, as he imagined.

Even after getting along really well, you will find that although this guy is very nervous, he is also a passionate young man at heart.

Just what he said to those ordinary soldiers.

Beckett felt that this guy could be a friend.

If there was a chance to go back, he even thought about being a peacemaker and helping him reconcile with Ding Xiaoyi.

Of course, the premise is that they are alive.

Thinking of this, Beckett let out a sigh of relief and patted Li Qing on the shoulder: "What are you thinking about? Is there anything to eat? Before you die, at least let me be a well-fed ghost!"

As he spoke, Beckett waved to the soldiers behind him, indicating that everyone should come together and temporarily organize themselves to Li Qing's side.

"Just grab something, let's make do with it!"

Li Qing was not stingy either. He called the surrounding sergeants and his subordinate soldiers to take out all the edible food on his body.

The battle was rushed, even though there was a large canteen behind it.

But they didn't have time to go to the canteen and have a hot meal.

Most of the items on his body were combat rations.

The combat rations from the Sisir family are quite sufficient, perhaps because a large amount of money was invested in the production line during this period.

The taste is much better than before.

But no matter how good it is, it still can't change the rough texture of compressed biscuits.

“Boom…!!!”

At this moment, a series of strange sounds made everyone suddenly alert.

But the source of the sound was behind them.

Li Qing and others looked back and saw the men in the cafeteria pushing a trolley with large pots on top, steaming out the steam.

There are not many trolleys, only seven or eight.

But the cleaning and logistics staff who followed behind simply carried the big pot and walked this way.

The air suddenly began to be filled with a strong smell of dumplings.

"Come on, come on, it's time to eat dumplings. One bowl per person. If there isn't enough, there will be more left behind. Everyone, line up!"

"dumpling!!"

Li Qing and others' eyes lit up, and their stomachs began to growl.

"Quick, go up and help!"

Li Qing shouted to several non-commissioned officers around him and rushed forward to help carry the pot.

As for the other soldiers, their eyes were fixed on the hot dumplings in the cauldron, but no one hurried forward.

The soldiers responsible for the vigilance and guarding stared straight ahead, not daring to show any signs of neglect.

Even though the aroma wafting from the pot made them swallow and spit, the weapons in their hands still reminded them of their vocation.

It wasn't until the uncle, who was still wearing the word "cleaning" on his body, delivered a bowl of dumplings to them, that his cold and strong heart completely relaxed, and he stuffed the dumplings in the bowl into his mouth with tears in his eyes.

"Smells, huh huh...!"

Li Qing stuffed the dumpling into his mouth in one gulp, and it was so hot that his tongue twitched.

Beckett, holding a bowl of dumplings, turned around and walked to Wang Zhao: "Here, have some, maybe it's your last meal, but there's no wine."

Wang Zhao glanced at the dumplings sent by Beckett but did not pick them up.

Just when he was about to refuse, several other team members also gathered around: "Captain, eat dumplings!"

Simple smiling faces surrounded him, and bowls of hot dumplings were in front of him.

Wang Zhao suddenly felt that he had changed.

He had never been a crybabies before, but it was easy for him to get sand in his eyes.

The Wang family gave him enough wealth to provide him with enough food and clothing to meet all his daily needs, and gave him psychic skills that others could not give him.

Only I can't give him the warmth I've never had before.

"Brother, eat it, it's delicious!"

Pan Keyan brought the bowl to Wang Zhao, calling him "brother" more affectionately than anyone else. Compared with his eldest brother and others, this guy who is younger than him is more like a close relative.

For a moment Wang Zhao nodded, took the bowl and chopsticks and stuffed a dumpling into his mouth.

He couldn't taste it.

But at this moment, he felt that this bowl of dumplings was the most delicious meal he had ever eaten, and it was more delicious than any delicacy.

At this time, on the high platform, Kajifur and the others had already changed into their equipment.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Wang Shao glanced at the soldiers around him from time to time.

Occasionally, he would look at Wang Zhao, who was surrounded by a group of soldiers.

That was his biological brother, but Wang Chen couldn't remember how long ago it was the last time he talked to him.

"Wang Qi, Wang Shao, Wang..."

Wang Wei frowned, mentally reciting a list of names, hoping to see their shadows here.

But after the comparison, Wang Chen felt extremely bitter.

Apart from Wang Zhao, there were very few brothers he could find.
To be continued...