Two Hundred and Ninety-Four, 6 Yuan Grew Up

Yan Liuyuan stood quietly. They now have six wounded. It would be a terrifying workload to complete all the tasks for the six wounded.

When the strengthening company assigns tasks to everyone, it will definitely set a task that each person can complete with all their strength, which means that it is already a very difficult task to complete their own tasks, how can they complete it for others?

At this moment, Wang Fugui and Li Qingzheng came to his side and said: "Don't worry, we are with you, let's overcome this difficulty together."

Three other male students who were not injured also stood up: "There are us."

Even female students raised their hands: "We can share some."

The injured Wang Yuchi also struggled to stand up: "My injury is almost healed, and I can go to work."

Yan Liuyuan smiled: "Sit down, don't become disabled. Don't make it seem so heroic, just do some work."

I have to say that Yan Liuyuan still feels a little warm. The people around me have gone through the test of time. We are all teammates who share weal and woe, and we have a foundation of mutual trust.

Looking at the other refugees around, there is no one around who can help each other.

In the past, Yan Liuyuan and Ren Xiaosu were alone, just the two of them, but now at a certain moment, Yan Liuyuan suddenly felt a sense of unity.

Sister Xiaoyu took a handful of mud and smeared some mud on the faces of the female students and Jiang Wu one by one: "In this wilderness, when there is no Xiaosu, we have to prevent others from thinking about us. You are all fair and beautiful, and someone will definitely think about it. Find a place where no one is around and change your clothes later. Wear looser clothes so as not to show your figure."

The female student is a bit embarrassed, isn't it too ugly with mud on her face? But the female students who survived until this time were not fools, they let sister Xiaoyu paint them.

After painting, everyone looked at each other and laughed happily. They were all equally ugly.

Sister Xiaoyu went on to say: "Keep a stone in your pocket. If someone is planning to do something wrong, you can hit him on the head with the stone. Remember to hit the position one inch behind the eyebrows. If you are more ruthless, you might be able to hit someone dead. Xiao Su taught me."

This is the philosophy of survival that Sister Xiaoyu learned from Ren Xiaosu, first hide in a low-key manner, and kill if you can't hide.

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Building a refugee camp is no small project.

During the period, tamping the ground, digging the ground, logging and building houses, etc., each of which requires a lot of manpower.

If a well-trained army came to build the camp, it might be completed in a few days.

But Jiaqianglian made it clear that he only wanted to be a supervisor, and had no intention of getting started.

Even when they found out that someone was being lazy, they would mercilessly hit the opponent with the butt of their gun. An old man was hit on the waist by a soldier, and he couldn't stand up again.

There were also residents of Fortress 108 who wanted to protest, but they were beaten to the ground by the soldiers as soon as their words of protest were mediocre.

The refugees all went to work numbly, and they suddenly realized that when the war came, their fate would also change.

In that war, no one can stay out of it.

In fact, Yang's plan to build a refugee camp also has a deep meaning: let the refugees exhaust all their energy in the process of building the camp, so that they have little time to make trouble.

This is generally how they deal with veterans. When a group of veterans are about to retire, in order to prevent the veterans from making trouble, the officers will take the veterans to plant trees.

Countless tree pits were dug and then buried, tossing the veterans to death every day, and no one cared about making troubles.

Yan Liuyuan and the others were assigned to carry the cut trees. One day's task was to carry 10 logs back each day. Two people carried one, and one was as thick as a thigh.

The tree was extremely heavy, especially because Yan Liuyuan was a little lower. When the tree leaned towards him, he felt as if more than half of the weight of the whole tree was on him.

At the beginning, everyone thought that lifting 10 logs a day was not a big problem, but when they actually got their hands on it, they realized that the wood had sunk beyond imagination.

Fortunately, Yan Liuyuan has nano-robots. He gathers the nano-robots on his shoulders, arms, and legs, which makes it much easier.

But he not only had to lift ten, but also finished the tasks of Ren Xiaosu and the wounded. Gradually, the energy of the nano-robots couldn't keep up. His shoulders were also worn out, and blisters appeared on his hands.

Others could take a break after lifting one, but Yan Liuyuan and the others could not. The Yang's army had a registered register, and everyone who brought one had to be registered on it, so that they would not be punished and would not get any water.

What's more, these consortium troops don't care about you, men, women, old or young, and everyone arranges the same onerous task, and if you fail to complete it, you will be beaten.

Yan Liuyuan once told Ren Xiaosu that he hated barriers, financial groups, and barriers.

He even told Ren Xiaosu that if Yang Xiaojin didn't come to them, then they wouldn't go to the 88th barrier.

When Yang Xiaojin came to the 108 barrier before, Yan Liuyuan was quite happy in his heart. He always felt that Yang Xiaojin was different from other barrier people.

Moreover, Yan Liuyuan also hoped that Yang Xiaojin's Yang family consortium would be different, and would not regard human life as trivial.

But it turns out that the Tianxia Consortium is generally black, and there is not much difference in essence.

The only difference is Yang Xiaojin.

In the afternoon, Sister Xiaoyu and the others had finished their workload exhausted, but Yan Liuyuan and Wang Fugui had to continue.

Poor Wang Fugui is quite old, and after a day of work, his life is almost half gone.

Sister Xiaoyu and the others took a short break, and then stood up to help Yan Liuyuan and the others share the pressure, but the girl's physical strength was limited, so Yan Liuyuan persuaded them all to go back.

At night, when Sister Xiaoyu waited for Yan Liuyuan to come back again, she said anxiously: "Liuyuan, take a break! There's something wrong with your face!"

Yan Liuyuan's face was pale and his lips were a little purple.

At this time, Yan Liuyuan unloaded the wood, and Sister Xiaoyu pulled off the clothes on his shoulders, and saw that there was already a piece of blood and flesh.

Sister Xiaoyu whispered distressedly, "Why don't you use nanorobots?"

"I've run out of energy," Yan Liuyuan sighed. He wanted to use it too, but the problem was that the workload of the day was too much. Others could only move ten pieces of wood. He, Wang Fugui and others had to move more than twenty pieces a day.

"Go back and rest," Sister Xiaoyu said, "There are still a few, I'll carry them."

Yan Liuyuan grabbed Sister Xiaoyu's arm and smiled, "It's okay, I can still carry it. My little injury is nothing compared to my brother's injury."