Chapter 57 (1/2)
Survivors' stronghold outside the city.
In the early morning sun, a team of more than 30 cars of various types, together with more than 100 people, is ready to go.
For the stronghold, this is not a small looting team.
In the streets and alleys of the stronghold, the same dead, numb survivors, in this morning, as usual, almost indifferent to the outside world.
Only some of the survivors who were too hungry to bear would flee early in an attempt to find some food to satisfy their hunger.
However
In this extreme lack of food, even if a grain of rice falls into the ditch, someone will pick it up and stuff it into his stomach.
In the stronghold, almost nothing grows. Any green that can be eaten into the stomach has been eliminated.
At the motorcade, there was a lot of noise.
There are more than 100 people in the motorcade, and more than half of them use homemade guns. The remaining half is a variety of cold weapons, such as bows and crossbows, which are most popular among survivors.
In the end of the world, compared with the European and American countries, the Chinese survivors are more miserable.
The United States, a country where guns are allowed, almost every family has one or two guns. Extreme people even have heavy weapons like Gatling.
However, in China, guns are prohibited, only the army and law enforcement agencies have loose possession. With the advent of the end of the world, the situation will not be so optimistic without guns.
”We need twenty fast-moving baits to feed them before they set out and come back alive for half a month.”
In the motorcade, a strong man yelled.
Originally numb among the survivors, but suddenly a quiet, a person's eyes, focused on the body of the strong man. Empty eyes, instant feelings, there is a kind of greedy and crazy light.
Bait, also known as cannon fodder.
This is a life-threatening job, with a mortality rate of 50-70%. Of the ten, only two or three of them will come back alive, and the rest will be the dead under the mouth of the zombie.
It's hard to imagine that a job with such a high mortality rate is only half a month's work.
But
Almost when the man's voice fell, the survivors on the street, many of them had their eyes shining, and there was a trace of color in their numb eyes.
The quick survivors, already in front of the motorcade, raised their hands and yelled, ”I'll take part, I'll take part.”
In the face of starvation or a chance, survivors naturally know how to choose.
6、 Seventy survivors rushed to the convoy, raising their hands one by one.
Minors, women, and even older men all raise their hands in the hope that they will be hit.
The real weak, in the last five years, have long been eliminated by this world.
The stout man was not polite. He ordered twenty ”baits” in the survivor, and then pointed his gun to the next: ”the selected one will go to the motorcade, and the irrelevant personnel will get rid of me.”
As for whether the chosen one can run fast or not, whether he will live or not, is beyond the consideration of this strong man.
When all the 20 people boarded a dilapidated minibus, two women came to the minibus with lunch boxes and handed them to the people inside.
Before leaving, it is not the kindness of the people in this team, but to let them run, it is necessary to make them eat and have strength.
One by one, they all scrambled to take them and eat them.
Old rice cooked out of rice, emitting a musty smell, but for these people, it is the supreme delicious. This is rice. Many people can't eat it.
Like starving ghosts, they devour.
A young man leaning against the door of the car was eating, but his eyes were rolling and his eyes were floating outside.
A box lunch was finished by him in a moment.
Outside the motorcade people, began to get on the car, a lot of noise.
Suddenly, the young man's eyes became crazy, and he threw the lunch box in his hand. The man ran out of the car door and drilled into the side alley with a very fast speed.
He didn't want to die, but he was so hungry.
When the bait, there is no doubt that they will die. In the face of countless zombies, they are just ordinary people and cannot escape.
Eat a meal, and then slip away, with a bold and risky way, mixed meal.
The young man is as fast as a cheetah.
It's just
On a modified heavy truck, a middle-aged man showed a sneer. He raised his 03 type assault rifle in his hand. He almost did not need to aim at it, but shot directly.
”Bang!”
In the clear sound of gunfire, the young man who had almost disappeared into the alley in the distance turned a stream of blood on his head, stabbed down, twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.”The eighth fool who wants to make a living in this way. They think it's so delicious?” The middle-aged man chuckled and put away his rifle.
The impact of this scene here is almost ignored.
Whether it was the survivors in the alley or those who were still eating lunch boxes in the minibus, they did not care about the death of this young man, and their numb eyes did not even blink.
The death of this young man is just a small episode.
The team set off normally.
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The outskirts of the city.
When the motorcade arrived in this area, the number of zombies began to increase gradually, and it was no longer suitable to move on.
”The crossbow goes.”
At an order, only more than 30 people, armed with crossbows and arrows, left the motorcade.
”Whoosh!”
”Whoosh!”
”Whoosh!”
When an arrow feather shoots out, not all the arrows can hit the Zombie's head, but four out of ten or five can do this. The crossbow, which has a strong penetrating power, makes the arrow branch nearly 10 cm into the head of the zombie.