Armed Train in the Apocalypse-Chapter 381 - 255: Everyone Has Their Labor

On the muddy, damp ground knelt a row of people, each with an armed soldier behind them.

There were no imagined wails or pleas for mercy.

Most of them fell to their knees on their own, trembling all over, unable to even stand up, let alone rise.

They didn’t have the strong belief to hold themselves upright before death.

He Jie patted his pocket, took out a shriveled cigarette pack, and his gaze naturally fell on Lao San in front of him, who was simultaneously taking out a cigarette and already had it in his mouth.

Seeing this, Lao San paused and, with a bitter smile, slapped the half-pack of cigarettes in his hand into He Jie’s hand.

He Jie lit up happily and shouted loudly, "Fire!"

The dense gunfire rang out all at once, and the kneeling people fell in response.

But one remained unharmed, still kneeling on the ground.

He Jie looked over and met the calm beast eyes of the Mongoose, got so angry that he laughed, drew hard on the cigarette until only the butt was left, pulled out a stun baton from his waist, and strode over, "Why didn’t you fire? Just because you got promoted to private, do you think you’re special? Weren’t you very happy when you killed more than forty people before? And now you’re hesitating?"

The Mongoose replied neither humble nor arrogant, "That’s different, you didn’t announce their crimes, this is an execution without trial."

"Execution without trial?" He Jie acted as if he’d heard a joke, and after two steps, he launched a flying kick.

"Bang..." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The Mongoose crashed into a pile of logs, rolling to the ground.

Many soldiers watching felt their hearts tighten.

Hitting the ground wasn’t a moment to catch one’s breath; it was the start of a new storm. The stun baton in He Jie’s hand swung down like a whirlwind, crackling on the Mongoose’s body, accompanied by enraged roars, "Your task is to obey orders. When I tell you to shoot, you shoot. When I tell you to charge, you charge. Even if I tell you to fill a trench, you damn well jump in, instead of asking me why!"

The dull sounds were like rain hitting banana leaves, the Mongoose curled up, enduring the beating and cursing.

Realizing He Jie was truly angry, Lao San, who originally wanted to watch the commotion, couldn’t stand by anymore.

He immediately stepped forward and whispered, "These people committed not small crimes, the one you were to execute, he and several others killed a woman, brought her daughter over just to get more supplies, killing them all isn’t excessive..."

The curled-up Mongoose raised his head, blood oozing from his mouth and nose, his round beast eyes somewhat unfocused, "They indeed deserved death."

He Jie cursed even more fiercely out of anger.

Fortunately, this time he didn’t resort to violence.

Lao San, listening on the side, couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth; he always felt like he was the one being scolded.

The dispute between the Mongoose and Old Wu had a clear victor.

The conductor didn’t give any instructions, but that was enough to show his stance.

No one tangled with the Old Wu matter anymore.

The overall morale of the combat group was very high, walking with their chests out when they saw the Armed Corps.

Anyone with discerning eyes could see that He Jie took "special care" of the Mongoose; in some ways, the Mongoose was his disciple, and now, losing such a big face, He Jie’s face was tense for days, like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

When all five hundred soldiers each carried out one execution, the remaining two hundred or so with minor offenses were dragged back by the combat group.

The bodies were buried on the spot.

A small number of soldiers had seen blood, and under their influence, the rest were gradually assimilated.

There weren’t any symptoms of nervous vomiting or weak legs after killing people.

He Jie pointed at a pile of logs behind him and said, "For the next seven days, these will be your teammates. You have three minutes to change!"

Watching the soldiers scatter, the Mongoose also staggered away, while He Jie sat on the logs, sighing deeply.

Mountain Goat approached with doubts, "After all, they are Evolvers, is it appropriate to train with old methods?"

He Jie glared at him and cursed, "Get the hell out of here, how many years have you been a soldier, teaching me how to do things?!"

Mountain Goat spat and turned away.

He Jie smoked a cigarette, checking the time, one cigarette per minute.

After about two and a half minutes, everyone, including the Mongoose, stood neatly before He Jie.

Grouped in fives, split into large squares.

Pang Tu saw He Jie’s gloomy expression, sensed something wrong, immediately rushed to the side to carry a log back.

The other soldiers were stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, swarming towards the pile of logs.

But time was running out; only Pang Tu managed to return within the three-minute mark.

He Jie grinned, raised the timer, "I said three minutes to assemble, and you turned it into a chaotic mess, treating my words like they were a joke, huh?"

"Everyone, two hundred push-ups!"

The soldiers inwardly groaned, put down the logs, turned around, and started doing push-ups.

He Jie pointed at the logs again and said, "On the battlefield, are you planning to leave your comrades in the corner to die?!"

The soldiers could only bear five each, carrying the unpolished logs, and start doing push-ups.

Pang Tu had to do an extra hundred for not reminding his comrades.

Before the push-ups were finished, nearly everyone except the ’Defenders’ was exhausted.

The Mongoose even fainted on the spot.

The rough logs rubbed the soldiers’ backs to a blood-red state.

Due to abandoning their comrades earlier, their punishment was to carry the logs from the west end of the island all the way to the east end.

Hearing this order, even the faces of officers like Qu Hang standing by changed.

These soldiers weren’t just carrying a log; they were fully armed.

Before the end of the world, a soldier’s marching load was about forty kilograms, not exceeding forty-five at maximum.

However, because the armed soldiers were all Evolvers, their individual load reached sixty kilograms, each division carrying different supplies, and for instance, assault troops needed to carry at least twenty magazines.