The last leader of the world starts with an elite infantry squad!

Since the relocation notice required only personal belongings to be carried, Liang Huan's family, like the survivors around them, only packed clothes and daily necessities, and joined the team in a simple manner, and were taken out of the National Square area via the north.

"Mom and Dad, where are we going?" Dongdong, who was held in Liang Huan's arms, looked at the crowd surging around him with an uneasy look on his face.

"Don't be afraid, Dongdong, the soldier uncle will arrange a new home for us!" Liang Huan's wife touched her son's head and explained in a gentle tone.

"Don't you like the soldier uncle? This time we are going to the place where the soldier uncle lived!"

When Dongdong heard the words "military uncle", his eyes lit up with excitement and he was no longer afraid.

"Can Dongdong see the soldier uncle?"

"Of course! Dongdong can definitely see the soldier uncle!"

"Okay, then will the soldier like Dongdong?"

"Yes, Dongdong is so well behaved, the soldier uncle must like Dongdong!"

……

One two one! One two one! One two one!

Just as the black crowd that Liang Huan's family was in was moving out, teams of militia from all directions were rushing towards the National Square.

The uniforms of these militiamen were not uniform, but each of them had a red arm scarf tied on his right arm to distinguish between ordinary people and militiamen.

These militia teams merged into the crowd like small streams flowing upstream. They were not as majestic as the regular army, but they were firm enough!

"My troops have been ordered to take over the National Square! Make way!"

"My troops have been ordered to take over the National Square! Make way!"

……

Soon, after these militia teams passed through the crowd and entered the National Square, they immediately formed neat layers of horizontal lines, with at least a thousand people in total.

"Turn on the lights!"

“Turn on the lights”

“Turn on the lights”

……

Orders were passed on like waves, and the flashlights in the hands of the militiamen lit up one after another. Looking down from the sky, it looked like a beautiful matrix.

"Enter the venue!"

"Enter the venue!"

"Enter the venue!"

……

As the second order was issued, the first row of militia soldiers began to enter the scene with flashlights, checking the huts of the survivors one by one after they left, to see if there were any left behind.

For example, those who are sleeping like dead pigs, those who have lost their ability to move, those who are stranded for some reason...

One minute later, the commander's voice sounded again

"Second row, enter"

"Yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the second row of militia soldiers began to enter the scene for inspection just like the first row of soldiers.

Next is the third row!

Fourth row!

Fifth row!

Investigations on this scale were not only taking place in the National Square, but were being carried out in four directions simultaneously!

Just like tough steel wires, they are woven from all directions into a dense net, screening the National Square over and over again!

During this period, more than 60 survivors who had not been stranded were found in the slum area. Among them, more than 40 were left behind because they were unable to move due to illness or disability and had no relatives to take care of them.

The remaining dozen or so were simply because they slept like dead pigs and were unmoved by thunder...

Finally, after confirming that there were no people left in the shantytown area of ​​​​Minzu Square.

Accompanied by the roar of huge diesel engines, large carts with thick black smoke coming out of the chimneys began to enter!

These khaki carts, driven by drivers, effortlessly destroyed and flattened large tracts of shanty towns that looked like rotten sores with their bulldozers...

The whole scene is like cleaning up dense barnacles...

……

On the west city wall, Zhu Jun put down the gun scope in his hand, turned his head with a satisfied expression, and the orderly beside him hurriedly took the military coat and put it on him.

"This militia has great organizational skills! Who is leading it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a fat man wearing glasses immediately squeezed out of the crowd in front of Zhu Jun.

Zhu Jun knew this fat guy. He was a representative attending today’s military meeting. His name was Zhu Dafu, and he was Zhang Zhishun’s office director.

"Report to the commander! It's my brother-in-law! It's my brother-in-law who brought him!"

When talking about his brother-in-law, Zhu Dafu had no intention of being shy, nor was he afraid that others would accuse him of nepotism. Instead, he proudly puffed out his chest, fearing that others did not know that they were relatives.

That expression seemed to be saying: My brother-in-law is so awesome!

Seeing this, Zhu Jun couldn't help but laugh, feeling that Zhu Dafu was also a wonderful person.

"Hahaha, not bad, not bad, he's a promising young talent, worth cultivating!"

Due to limited troop strength, the army does not have enough energy to manage the militia, so since its establishment, the militia organization has always been under the trusteeship of the official gathering place.

To put it more coldly, in Zhu Jun's eyes, the so-called militia organization was just a blood bag of the regular army. In addition to doing odd jobs, they were gathered together more for the convenience of conscription.

In terms of military action, there were no expectations at all.

But through the pull just now, Zhu Jun found that he seemed to have underestimated the heroes of the world. This militia team also has gold!

"It's a blessing for my brother-in-law that the commander has taken a liking to him. I will ask him to resign from the militia and serve as an orderly for the commander. I can also learn from you every day!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Dafu, fearing that Zhu Jun would go back on his word, ran down the city wall to find his brother-in-law, desperately trying to grab this enormous wealth.

He already knew that a fleet of helicopters would soon be stationed there, and the National Square project was in preparation for a military airport.

The value of this Chongyi Military Sub-district continues to increase!

As the commander of the military sub-district, Zhu Jun's status has naturally risen. If he can arrange for his brother-in-law to be there, it will definitely be better than being the leader of this weird militia.

You can be a soldier without a gun?

This scene made Zhu Jun feel a little bit amused and helpless. Zhu Dafu's ambition and ability to get involved were a little too strong.

How could the other party take advantage of the opportunity when I just casually complimented him?

Zhu Jun quickly spoke out to stop this, as he didn't want to suddenly have an extra survivor orderly.

He smiled and said that his level was only suitable for a service soldier, which made him stop in disappointment.

Time passed quickly as they talked and laughed, and the shacks on the National Square were being cleared out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

……

Tengtengtengtengteng

Soon, accompanied by a huge sound of breaking through the air in the sky, a helicopter formation consisting of 12 helicopters quickly approached!

"The Spark Commandos are here!"

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