Zhang Ling is different from the men beside her.
She wears a black cheongsam, which perfectly shows off her exquisite figure.
She wears black high heels and flesh-colored stockings, and wears a black lady's hat on her head.
It matches perfectly with sexiness, and reflects the seductiveness and maturity of her young woman very appropriately.
Wang Xia on the other side is different from her.
Her equipment is the same as that of the men.
She wears a clean black slim-fitting suit and her ponytail is still tied up.
She looks youthful, heroic and pleasant.
Gao Qian, who has short white hair, has a different look.
She wears a slim-fitting suit on her upper body, a black suit skirt on her lower body, and her two smooth and straight long legs are wrapped in knee-high boots. , looming in the wind, with a black windbreaker draped over her shoulders behind her.
At this temperature, it is indeed possible to wear a coat.
The scabbard and handle of the knife at both ends are slightly exposed on the waist in the windbreaker, which also adds to the power and temptation of a woman.
The bright red lips paired with sunglasses make people unable to control their eyes.
The survivors who were watching at the entrance of the hotel all stepped back.
They didn't know what seemed to be the first recent operation at the trading point, but from their formal attire, they could guess what big thing they might be going to do.
Jiang Shan looked at the outfits of Ning Jiang and others around him and smiled.
The black suit was Zhang Ling's idea.
Old Wangtou had already gone.
They had known him for a long time and felt somewhat sad.
Everything was just Just like before the end of the world, go to pay homage to the deceased, and dress formally in black to show respect.
Ningjiang Chen Long was holding a cleaver in his hand, and each of them looked heroic.
Their bodies were much stronger after the apocalypse, making them all look so upright.
However, Chen Long's empty sleeve in one hand looked a bit weird.
The bald Quan next to him was wearing a loose suit that looked a bit tight.
His huge belly made his shirt bulge a bit.
Although the open suit couldn't compare with Jiang Shan and the others, it was still quite powerful.
Zhang Qingyang buttoned his suit, tied his sleeves, closed the hotel door, and followed a few people.
In the hotel trading point, Chen Cheng and others have followed Bao Hui back to the Textile City stronghold in the past two days, but Bao Hui has not returned yet because of Jiang Shan's mission arrangements.
Jiang Shan looked up at the sunny weather with sunglasses on his face, exhaled slowly, then turned to look at the men and women around him.
These were his partners and people who followed him.
He felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
The feeling came, but he quickly adjusted his mentality.
He patted Zhang Ling's butt next to him.
Under the shy expression of the woman, he first thought about walking towards the edge of the airport stronghold.
Next to the airport trading base, in a field close to the airport runway, a large group of people were standing motionless.
The crowd gathered together, as if waiting for something, or thinking about something, all facing the ground in front, quiet and silent.
A not too big tomb was revealed in front of the crowd.
The tomb was like a small earthen bag and looked like it was built artificially.
There was a large stone slab at the front with several large characters carved on it.
"The Tomb of Militia Leader Wang Militia" It can be seen that it was carved with a sword.
Although the font is a bit messy, it is still decent.
Jiang Shan stood silently in front of the tombstone, with some emotions surging in his heart.
For Lao Wangtou, maybe apart from Maizi and a few old guys from the militia group, he also had a deep friendship with Lao Wangtou.
After getting along for a while, he was very clear about Lao Wangtou's honesty and responsibility, but now looking at the tombstone in front of him, everything had passed.
There are many things that you cannot avoid, just like Lao Wangtou has been standing in front of Maizi, he knows his position and his responsibilities.
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Jiang Shan sighed a little and was a little sad.
Many people who had experienced battle and life together were constantly leaving.
He could not avoid it, but he hoped that he could hold them and let them live better.
Exhaling a breath, Jiang Shan took off his peaked cap, and his bald head was instantly exposed to the air.
He raised the three incense sticks he lit in his hand, slowly raised his hands to his chest, and bowed respectfully in front of Wang Minmin's tombstone.
Behind him were Zhang Ling, Wang Xia and Gao Qian, then Ningjiang bald Quan Chen Long, Zhang Qingyang and Pan Datou, and then Sanmao and other members of the Tietou Gang.
They all followed Jiang Shan and bowed quietly and calmly while holding up the incense in their hands.
After bowing three times, Jiang Shan leaned over and placed incense in front of the tombstone, and then the crowd behind him filled the ground in front of the tombstone with incense.
Looking at Maizi and the members of the militia standing next to the tombstone, Jiang Shan could feel their grief and their inexpressible bitterness.
Lao Wangtou has always been their spiritual support.
Now he was killed by the anthropomorphic beast.
Maizi took on the position of leader of the militia group, but everyone knew that the concept of Lao Wangtou in their hearts was incomparable.
However, this requires time to adapt.
For a team to survive in the apocalypse, it will always be the experience of fighting and the edge of death that can make them united and strong.
Jiang Shan looked at Maizi and wondered whether this young man could take on this important task.
Walking to Maizi's side, he patted Maizi's shoulder, and could feel his body trembling.
Sadness was like ink that could not be melted, filling the atmosphere.
"There is still a long way to go.
If you want to continue to lead Lao Wang's team, just work hard to become stronger.
If you need anything, let me know.
I will help you if I can."
Jiang Shan's hand squeezed Maizi's relatively strong shoulders and he whispered.
Maizi looked up at him.
He wanted to say something but couldn't.
He just nodded quietly.
Jiang Shan turned around and walked away, quietly taking out a cigarette.
Zhang Ling obediently took out a lighter and helped him light it.
The few of them just watched everything quiet here.
"Maizi, let's not talk about the past.
If it comes to me, Pan Jun, or to my Tietou Gang, just speak up."
Pan Datou looked at Maizi in front of him, exhaled, and said in a low voice.
Regarding the relationship between Lao Wangtou and Maizi, he was the most direct.
They were fighting each other and then fighting each other.
From the music club to now, they are really like enemies and friends. partner.
Ning Jiang and others stood quietly.
They were very familiar with Maizi and Lao Wangtou, but in the current situation, it was difficult for them to speak out and persuade them.
Everything was a process of growth, just like they did in Feng County. .
Jiang Shan took out three cigarettes, took the lighter from Zhang Ling, lit them in his mouth, and then placed them one by one on the tombstone of Lao Wangtou.
"Old Wang, have a cigarette and go on your way.
Have a safe journey."
Jiang Shan bowed again, put on his hat, turned around and left.
Gao Qian and the other three women also bowed after him and left.
Ning Jiang and others also followed suit.
When Pan Datou's Tietou Gang also left, only Maizi and the militia group were left in the quiet field.
After a while, under Maizi's greeting, the militia group also left, leaving him alone.
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The man stood quietly in front of Lao Wangtou's tombstone.
Holding the tombstone, Maizi's whole body trembled silently, and tears finally flowed out uncontrollably
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