Undead

Ning Yu's death brought Zhou Rong a lot of trouble.

From the Academy of Sciences to the Military Commission, and even the upper echelons of the central government have been shaken, and the international community is generally in disbelief.

Although the Military Commission has always trusted Zhou Rong, and everyone present could prove that Ning Yu committed suicide, they were still subjected to rounds of quarantine inspections.In addition, everyone involved in Ning Yu's trip to Subei was questioned, and General Zheng was severely criticized several times.

Why did he commit suicide?What is the motivation?Is it impulsive?Or what happened that day that irritated him?

Is there any possibility of salvaging any of them?

The political significance of this matter is very great. Although no one has been substantively punished for the time being, the impact is obvious.

General Zheng Zhong once promised to help 118 to apply for the restoration of the establishment, but the fire operation made the military's vitality pour out, and there was no precedent for this matter, so the progress was very slow.

As soon as Ning Yu committed suicide, Zhou Rong and others were seriously investigated, and the 118 establishment was simply suspended.

During that time, everyone didn't talk about it, but they were very depressed in their hearts. Especially when they had to deal with endless repeated questions and routine investigations, people couldn't help feeling complicated about Ning Yu's death.

Only Si Nan said that he felt that Ning Yu was not such a person.

He said that Ning Yu's style has a beginning and an end, and she is used to complete one thing, and she will not cheat others at the last moment.Chuncao asked him why he felt that way. Obviously, their interaction with Ning Yu was limited, and it was almost impossible to accurately guess the inner world of this scientist who stood at the pinnacle of the times.

Sinan also couldn't explain why he came here.

But the facts soon proved that Sinan's feeling was correct.

Ning Yu's professional materials were decrypted one after another, and the research institute found his last letter in a notebook.

The letter brought the investigation to an end and everyone was restored to freedom of speech and action.What was even more unexpected was that before everyone had time to breathe a sigh of relief, the military issued an official notice of the decision to resume the 118 formation-Zhou Rong was promoted to the captain, a regiment-level real post, and had the power to form eight squadrons again.

Zhou Rong himself was very surprised, until Zheng Zhongjiang told him why.

"Dr. Ning said in his last letter that looking back on his life, he was very lucky to meet you at that time. He knew that you all wanted 118 to be rebuilt, and he also knew that the reconstruction application had been stagnant for a long time. His contribution to coming to the South China Sea is that he made an exception to restore the establishment of Unit 118." General Zheng sighed slightly, and said: "He also said that if it is difficult to deal with, please treat this matter as his only last wish. "

"...He knows that everyone must agree to his last wish," Zhou Rong said in a low voice.

"Yes."

"What else did he say?"

General Zheng shook his head: "I don't know, I only found out this paragraph, and all the other contents are handled top-secret...Maybe decades or even hundreds of years later, when our descendants can use more calm and comprehensive When looking back at this disaster, his last letter will be slowly deciphered."

Zhou Rong walked out of the building, and Si Nan stood at the bottom of the steps with his back to him, squinting at the sky.

Today is a beautiful day, the sky is blue and the sun is shining.The wind swept across the land from the ocean, passed through the wilderness where life was sprouting and the city that was scarred, and brushed Sinan's back collar and hair.

Zhou Rong walked to his side, and saw the vast sky reflected in those amber pupils, and the distant gunpowder smoke gradually dissipated until it became invisible.

Si Nan said softly, "Goodbye, Dr. Ning."

Zhou Rong stretched out his hand, Si Nan looked away and smiled at him, and the two walked side by side into the distance.

·

At the beginning of 2021, Operation Tinder will initially cover the whole country.

The zombies in the city have been basically wiped out, and the military is still attacking fortified areas in some hard-hit areas.Survivors in six large bases across the country were distributed antibodies and supplies, and began to rebuild their homes vigorously under unified dispatch.

Soon after, genetic vaccines came out and quickly became popular around the world.

Even if they are bitten by zombies that remain in the dark, people don't have to worry about contracting the virus.

This disaster took the lives of 30 billion people around the world and almost caused genocide. It can be called the largest and most serious catastrophe in human history.However, human beings closed Pandora's box with their own hands, sealed it in the long river of history, and will never open it again.

Zhou Rong, a polished commander with only four soldiers under his command, finally worked hard to pick out a group of elite soldiers from various military regions, and brought them back to the headquarters for elimination and special training.

Sinan, who could have been able to lie down and eat the country all his life, took on the heavy responsibility of the special training instructor, but because of his teaching style, the students who were fucked like dogs didn't like him very much.

Si Nan didn't care whether the weak chickens liked him or not, what he cared about was that General Zheng finally signed him a formal letter of appointment as a special military tactical advisor.From then on, he was no longer Si Nan, a civilian volunteer. He was the chief instructor of Special Forces 118, and he was assigned an office with good lighting and ventilation and very close to the cafeteria.

Since Sinan finally officially joined 118, Yan Hao sincerely asked to give up his team flower title, but Sinan politely and firmly refused.Yan Hao was very disappointed by this.

Chuncao was willing to be a team flower, but everyone opposed it, and Chuncao was so angry that she ignored them for a week.

·

After the first batch of soldiers came in, Zhou Rong decided to organize them into four squadrons, led by Yan Hao, Chuncao, Ding Shi and Guo Weixiang respectively.The original No. 118 No. 118 Squadron has since been broken into pieces and has become the skeleton of the new No. [-] — and the soul of this unit is reincarnated from the sacrificed special forces, and will live endlessly in the baptism of gunpowder and war in the future. to continue.

Before the implementation of the new establishment, the former Sixth Squadron performed their last mission.

They sorted out the nameplates and relics of the seventeen comrades who died, including the ashes of Zhang Yingjie, and then embarked on a journey to find the remains of these comrades.

This was not a long journey, because the family members of 118 were relatively concentrated and were sent to the refuge base when the disaster first broke out, and there are well-documented records.But the process was very difficult. The crying and grief of every military member was like a hot red iron, repeatedly engraved in their soul and flesh and blood.

More family members of the martyrs are all gone. For Zhou Rong and the others, this is more empty and desolate than the sting caused by the branding iron.

Fortunately, they successfully found Zhang Yingjie's wife and daughter after arriving in the Northeast.They hid in the vegetable cellar with their families and spent a long and difficult winter. In the spring of the next year, they were picked up by officers and soldiers of the Heilongjiang base together with their fellow villagers.When Zhou Rong handed Zhang Yingjie's urn to her with both hands, he heard the most tragic and desperate cry of his life. He couldn't even stay in front of this painful woman for a moment, every minute and every second seemed to have countless roots The barbed whip was tortured bloody, beating his soul.

The current currency in circulation is no longer money but food stamps. After Zhou Rong got all the arrears of wages, he exchanged them for food stamps and supplies at a preferential price for soldiers.

That is quite a large sum of money. Even if it is spread out equally, each family member can get a lot of money, which is barely a slight consolation for the family who has lost their mainstay.

But after the money was distributed, Zhou Rong was completely destitute. Sinan said that he didn't mind, since he was paid now, he could support Zhou Rong, who was such an oil bottle.

Zhou Rong thought of another way later.He transferred all the family members of the martyrs to the 118 military area, and arranged for canteens, warehouses, logistics and other idle jobs to ensure that they could receive pensions and stable income from the state, and that their children could go to school in the military area.He specially won a rare 12-year free key education place for the little girl of Zhang Yingjie's family, and he also promised her that after she was admitted to university, he would bear all her expenses and provide for her wherever she was admitted.

What is certain is that Zhou Rong will never become rich in this lifetime.

"Where's my pigeon eggs?" Sinan suddenly dissatisfied.

Zhou Rong: "Don't worry, leave it to Brother Rong."

·

Time passed quickly to New Year's Eve in [-].

On New Year's Eve, the canteen of Camp 118 prepared a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner early. Lieutenant General Zheng also came, and all the team members and their families gathered together.

Before dinner, Zhou Rong and General Zheng had to say a few words as usual. Zhou Rong and General Zheng pushed and pushed each other for a full 10 minutes.

The cafeteria was decorated with lights and festoons, red paper flowers were pasted on the glass windows filled with white mist, and fireworks were being set off outside, reflecting the colorful and bright night sky.

Zhou Rong took a deep breath under the gaze of his eyes, as if he suddenly lost his advantage of being eloquent, he suddenly didn't know what to say, and after a while he smiled shortly: "Brother Rong is not very good at talking. "

Everyone laughed loudly, and Zhou Rong also laughed.

"On New Year's Eve last year, when the virus was at its worst, the instructor and I, the instructor you feared the most, got separated from the main force and were trapped in the deep snow-covered mountains."

When the instructor was mentioned, all the special forces soldiers stopped laughing immediately, and sat upright and silent like cicadas.

Si Nan concentrated on eating the candied chestnuts in front of him.

Zhou Rong said slowly: "When zero o'clock came, I made three wishes outside the window. I won't mention the first personal matter, and the second wish is that all the sacrificed comrades-in-arms return to their hometowns, and bless us to get through this smoothly. The third is that human beings develop antibodies as soon as possible, defeat viruses, build homes, and restore stability and peace."

"These three wishes have all come true." Zhou Rong paused and said, "So I think there may be some kind of magical power in making wishes on New Year's Eve. I decided to make three more wishes this year."

He filled the glass and drank it straight up without looking at anyone: "The first glass is still my personal wish."

Someone below said with a smile: "Brother Rong will definitely come true!"

Zhou Rong smiled and shook his head without answering:

"—the second cup."

He filled the wine, looked around at everyone, stopped in the direction of the family seats, bowed deeply and said: "I hope that the comrades who have left us are still safe in heaven, and your names will always be remembered in our hearts. A feat that will forever be engraved in human history."

Just like last year's New Year's Eve, Zhou Rong once again reported seventeen names in order of sacrifice, and the last one was Zhang Yingjie.

The cafeteria was full of silence, some people choked up at the family table, and some people were sad.

"Last year I said, wait until the disaster is over before you reincarnate, lest you have to face this hellish world again. This year I can finally say that the disaster is over, the homeland is rising, and human society will gradually return to the right track; If the heroic souls of your comrades-in-arms are alive in the sky, you can already come back."

Zhou Rong's eyes were slightly red, and he said hoarsely for a long time: "Brother Rong...I miss you very much."

"Everyone misses you very much."

The sound of sobbing and breathing sounded from all around, and Zhou Rong raised his head and drank the second glass of wine in one gulp.

"The third cup."

Zhou Rong turned to the front, facing the gaze of all the special forces on 118, raised his head and raised his wine glass to the star-studded night sky with fireworks intertwined in the distance: "In the past catastrophe, the virus took countless lives, and the global population It has been reduced by more than half, and many small countries have even disappeared from the human map."

"If future generations write the history of the future, they will find that no words can describe the cruelty of this disaster, and no rhetoric can describe the arduous efforts of human beings to survive."

"We walked through the dark night with the fire in our arms, stepped over the remains of our comrades-in-arms, stepped over the thorns and the abyss, and finally rekindled the torch of racial continuity on the corpses. Those of us who survived do not need history to record meritorious deeds. Empty and beautiful praises; only mountains, rivers, and thousands of heroic spirits have witnessed our trek and never-give-up efforts.”

Zhou Rong raised his glass from a distance, and then poured the last glass of wine on the ground:

"Respect us ordinary human beings."

Everyone raised their glasses in silence.

The fireworks outside the window rushed into the night sky, emitting brilliant light, illuminating everyone's moist eye sockets.

Under the warm lights, there is a lot of people, and the aroma of food is carried far and far away by the wind.

Zhou Rong was fed too much in turns, and finally escaped from the crowd, took Sinan's hand and slipped out of the gate, standing in the open space in the courtyard.

I don't know when it snowed outside, and the small snowflakes were reflected in orange by the light, and they swirled and fell romantically on their hair and shoulders.Zhou Rong leaned forward and kissed Sinan's lips, seeming a little embarrassed, and took out a white paper box tied with a pink ribbon from behind.

"It's...it's a cake." He stuttered a little at the end, and said, "I made it myself, try it."

Simon: "?"

Sinan opened the carton, and inside was a palm-sized strawberry jam cake, with bright red strawberries dripping with syrup dotted on the snow-white cream, and a circle of delicate decorations around the edge, with two matchsticks inserted, holding hands and smiling little sugar man.

Zhou Rong watched Sinan nervously and took a bite: "Is it delicious?"

Si Nan licked the cream on the corner of his mouth and nodded.

"I practiced in the cafeteria for a long time, and I wasted a few of them." Zhou Rong rubbed his hands mockingly: "I don't know how many shots I have fired with this hand, and the mounting gun is harder than firing a real gun. Made this before tonight...is it really delicious?"

Si Nan took another big bite, his mouth was bulging, and he asked vaguely, "Would you like to try it?"

"No, you eat, you eat."

Simon: "..."

Zhou Rong: "..."

Zhou Rong stared straight at Si Nan, who returned innocent eyes.

"...Didn't you eat anything?"

Simon said, "No."

The two looked at each other, Zhou Rong's eyes slowly moved from Sinan's face to the cake that was about to bottom out, his voice trembling: "I really didn't eat anything?!"

Simon: "No really. Ah, there was something hard just now, is it a strawberry?"

Zhou Rong: "..."

Simon: "I swallowed it."

Zhou Rong: "..."

Zhou Rong's expression looked as if he had been struck by lightning. The moment was extremely exciting, and then he turned around and roared, "Call the medical team! Hurry up! Contact the hospital for an endoscopy! The instructor swallowed the foreign object..."

Finally, Sinan couldn't hold back his laughter, grabbed Zhou Rong, and spat out a shiny ring from under his tongue.

The diamonds are simply astonishingly large, reflecting brilliant light in the snowflakes.

"Tell me," Si Nan jokingly said while pinching the diamond ring, "Where did you get it, you can afford it?"

Zhou Rong let out a sigh of relief, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and poked Sinan's eyebrows punishingly: "Of course I can't afford it. Do you know how expensive this brand of diamonds are? It's almost the same in the next life if you save money."

Sinan raised an eyebrow playfully.

"Last week, I went with Tang Hao on their mission to wipe out the B military region. Before leaving, I stepped on it. Tang Hao was playing a flashlight by the side. I dug with a shovel. After a long time in the middle of the night, I finally blasted from the military. The counter of his store was dug out of the ruins behind..."

Zhou Rong pointed to the diamond ring, his face flushed a little: "The pile of rings was all scattered on the ground. I took one, Tang Hao took another, and each of them gave Yan Haochuncao Xiangzi Ding Shi and the others. Don't worry about it. Said, Lao Zheng knew that it was time to blame others, and Tang Feijiu planned to hide it as his wife in the future."

Sinan's shoulders kept shaking uncontrollably. If he laughed out loud, he might laugh out loud.

Zhou Rong's face was full of the smell of alcohol from being poured down in turns just now: "Come on, come here, Brother Rong will wear pigeon eggs for you." As he spoke, he took Si Nan's hand, but found that the ring was really too small—Si Nan's fingers were slender , but the knuckles of people who have practiced fighting for a long time are hard, and the ring finger cannot be inserted into it.

Zhou Rong felt very helpless, so he had to forcefully hold down Sinan who couldn't help laughing, and took off the brass pendant from his neck that had never left his body for more than 20 years, and put the diamond ring into it.

In the old photo, the family of three from many years ago smiled gently at Zhou Rong amidst the shining rings.

Holding the pendant, Zhou Rong asked solemnly: "Comrade Si Xiaonan, do you want to know what is Brother Rong's first New Year's wish?"

Si Nan narrowed his eyes and looked at him slyly.

Zhou Rong stepped back half a step, with a chic posture, knelt down on one knee, and held up the diamond ring in the flying light snow.

"Comrade Si Xiaonan, you are willing to accept Comrade Zhou Rong's marriage proposal, and you will officially become a revolutionary partner with him from now on, working hand in hand, making progress together, bravely trying various new postures, biting the back of your neck regularly, and being kissed and scratched by him every day Ears, hands and feet, follow the development of objective laws together every year, and take on the heavy responsibility of human reproduction?"

Si Nanding stared at Zhou Rong, with a speck of snow on the tip of his hair, and the corners of his lips curved gently on his handsome cheek.

A row of heads crowded behind the bright window not far away, exclamation came and went: "I proposed, I proposed!"

"Team Zhou Xiangsi Instructor!"

"Oh my mother!"

……

"Okay," Sinan said with a smile, "Comrade Zhou Rong."

Zhou Rong hung the brass pendant back around his neck, Si Nan leaned down, and kissed Zhou Rong a romantic kiss in the snowy sky.

The ring slipped out of the neckline and was hung in the air by the thin chain, dangling and refracting bright light.

At the New Year's Eve dinner table, Yan Hao looked at the ring that came out of the steamed bun, dumbfounded, but still put it in his pocket when Lieutenant General Zheng was not paying attention.

Chuncao rolled her eyes and pinched her neck, Guo Weixiang desperately patted her on the back: "Why did you swallow it! Hurry up! Cough it out! Come on, hurry to the hospital and call an ambulance!"

Ding Shi squeezed his little golden flower into the corner, waiting for Ai Ai for a long time, until both of them blushed, then sneakily stuffed a big diamond ring into her palm: "For...for you..."

On the open space outside the door, the neck-crossing silhouettes finally parted. Si Nan still had a smile on his mouth, and when he turned his head, his sharp gaze went straight to the window.

The special soldiers who were still packed just now scattered in panic, and disappeared within three seconds without even a trace of ghosts.

Zhou Rong laughed loudly.

Countless fireworks are shining brightly in the night and blooming together.Snowflakes are like thousands of whirling elves, shining with lights, and gently covering the newborn earth.

zero.

The New Year's bell rang at this moment, spread throughout the cheering crowd, crossed the dark sea, and flew away to the distant brilliant sea of ​​stars.

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