Armor-piercing bullets don't believe in carbon-based monsters

Chapter 184 This burden is handed over to you
Whether it is for Huang Yu and others who just arrived from Huangshi City, or for Chen Jian and his party who have just finished a battle, this night is a precious rest.

According to the old tradition, Chen Jian lit a bonfire in the manor and pried open the rich cans of food that Fuxi had brought from 011 in an all-terrain truck.

Surrounding the campfire, under the huge figure of 30A, the boiled cans exuded a strong meaty aroma and a faint burnt smell, which made the already exhausted people feel a long-lost satisfaction.

When the warm fat mixed with the soup entered their mouths, everyone in the team sighed in unison.

I have to say, for people who have lived in the wasteland all year round, these cans are still too supermodel.

Putting aside the nutritional value, the umami flavor provided by the MSG alone is something that most so-called "superb" cooking techniques cannot rival.

At this moment, the wonderful experience brought by the food was instantly transformed into team cohesion.

The people in Yellowstone City, who were initially worried about the future, began to feel their confidence surge like the tide after taking a bite of the canned food.

Chen Jian looked at everyone's reactions with satisfaction and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Otherwise, how can we say that a good kitchen team can replace a political commissar?

This is a real example!
Chen Jian carried his share of canned food and moved around in the crowd, telling every curious person about the battles that had just ended.

The terrifying demons blown away by aerial bombs, the level 2 monsters nailed to the ground by electromagnetic cannons, and the Huadu army crushed by the unmanned combat cluster.
These miraculous stories were vividly presented in front of everyone, and when they reached out and touched those battle-scarred unmanned combat robots, the cold texture of their tentacles reminded them that all this was real.

Just a dozen hours ago, these machines were still charging on the battlefield.

At this moment, the hot gun barrel has cooled down, and their enemy is also completely dead.

But the hearts of the people in Huangshi City were burning hot as never before.

When Chen Jian returned to his seat again and sat with Huang Yu, Ji Xing, Shen Yue, and a few residents from Huangshi City whom he was not familiar with, the atmosphere in the manor had become completely heated.

Someone spontaneously started singing.

It was a song Chen Jian had never heard before. The tune was unfamiliar and he couldn't even understand the lyrics.

Back and forth, he could only understand a few words.

What is "Heavenly Palace", what is "Jade Plate", what is "Grasping the Moon", what is "Three Chi Three".
He could feel the spirit in the lyrics, but he couldn't fully understand it in such a short time.

Chen Jian couldn't help but bared his teeth, and then shouted to He Shuo in the distance:
"Teacher He! Teach them to sing something more popular!"

Following a few laughs, He Shuo stood up without any hesitation.

His voice is naturally good, and what's rare is that his pitch is excellent. He has always been the king of singing activities.

When the song "It's a Sunny Morning" sounded, the crowd that was talking and laughing gradually quieted down.

When he sang "young soldiers eager to establish merit", many people were already singing along quietly.

The noisy sounds gradually became orderly. After one song ended, the sound of "Listen, the horn of a new journey is blowing" followed.

And finally, it is “forward, forward, forward”.

Just like Chen Jian couldn't understand their lyrics, they might not be able to understand the full meaning of the lyrics that He Shuo taught them to sing.

However, some things have indeed flowed into their hearts along with He Shuo's charming voice.
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Depend on!
What a Wasteland Siren!
Chen Jian looked back with amusement, and Shen Yue, who had been cheering at the top of his voice, finally calmed down a bit.

After taking a sip of hot water boiled in a can, he said with a "Puh" sound:

"Damn, what kind of shitty tea leaves did the Mechanicus send? It smells musty!"

"It's good enough that you can drink. Are you dissatisfied with the life here? Are you having some thoughts?"

"No, you really want to satisfy your political commissar addiction, right?"

Shen Yue widened his eyes and said:

"You better take it easy. Not everyone can do this job. Be careful not to get yourself depressed."

"If I don't do it, who will? You?"

".I can't come to this."

Shen Yue shook his head repeatedly, then said:
"Jokes aside, you are the most suitable for this position."

"We don't have anyone else here, it's you."

"Let's make both the military and political chiefs. This is not without precedent. Didn't General Peng handle both?"

"Our situation now is not much better than it was then. I don't think it will be a big problem if you hold on." "No."

Chen Jian looked at Shen Yue and said solemnly:

"I'm going to let you do this job."

".Fuck, you already dug a trap for me, didn't you?"

Shen Yue was stunned.

"Why? Do you think I'm fit to be a political commissar?"

"I don't know how to be a political commissar. I'm okay at making jokes, but if you ask me to do propaganda and ideological construction, I..."

"You don't have to think so much."

Chen Jian waved his hand and said:
“We don’t need any professional political cadres now. What we need is the form of a political cadre.”

"We need someone to do this, no matter how professional they are, as long as they do it, it's good enough."

".Understood."

Shen Yue did not refuse any more, but said with a hint of sarcasm:

"Then I will take charge of this matter."

"But I'm really curious, how did you turn this corner?"

"You just asked me if I had any thoughts. I thought you were going to take out your sword to check me, but you turned around and stared at me?"

"There is no such thing as a sword guard in .011."

Chen Jian said speechlessly:
"In fact, I did plan to do it myself at first, but then I suddenly remembered the resume that Fu Xi gave me before."

"Then I suddenly felt that you were more suitable than me."

"What?"

Shen Yue asked curiously, and Chen Jian sighed softly, then said:

"You, most of the time, are just a playboy."

"He has a good family background, good education, and good skills."

"If we follow the normal development path, as you said, you should be the one who becomes a professor rather than Lei Jie."

"But it was you who died on the battlefield."

"--I mean, 'that timeline' died on the battlefield."

“So I think your mentality is different from mine.”

"The people here need a more lively person to be their political commissar."

“They need to see the light of our time more often.”

"You, the brightest one."

“That’s so corny.”

Shen Yue bared his teeth and then said:
"Then come on."

"Anyway, when I was in school, I served as the Youth League Secretary for two or three years."

"I'll take this burden!"

As he spoke, Shen Yue stood up.

Taking a deep breath, he grinned.

Then, he walked towards He Shuo, followed the rhythm of the crowd's clapping, and shouted loudly:

"Forward forward forward!"

(End of this chapter)