Chapter 1273

A stout, short man with rebellious and slippery face, looking at the guard's heavy machine gun, smashed the captured shield to the ground. He reached out to the blood wolf soldier who held the machine gun tightly, gesticulated his middle finger, and then spat with blood.

The man's action arouses the soldier's vigilance. As soon as the muzzle of the gun turns to point at the man, the man's face moves and becomes distorted. The anger in his eyes is like substance. He straightens his chest, raises his steel knife and middle finger, and strongly despises the guard.

"Zuo tie... Stop for a while... When you have nothing to do, just run around."

With a shout, the man named Zuo tie shrugs his shoulders, grabs his scalp, turns awkwardly, and says to the bald man sitting on the ground, "brother Bao, I'm not angry? We work hard in the front, and they defend us like thieves in the back. How many brothers died at their gunpoint... "

The bald man surnamed Bao was the most ferocious prisoner before. He killed dozens of ordinary zombies and more than ten evolutionary zombies, and saved more than ten people's lives, including two soldiers of blood wolf regiment. He was resting quietly like others, waiting for the blood wolf regiment to deliver food. When he saw that Zuo tie, who was rescued by him, was provoking the sentry, He didn't want to make a fuss, so he ordered Zuo tie. When he heard Zuo tie say so again, the man frowned and scolded him

"Those runaway bastards don't deserve to be called my brothers. All my brothers are brave men who dare to kill zombies head on. If you fight for their injustice, get away from me. I'm tired of it."

The big man has great prestige. Several Chinese characters around him show their respect to the big man surnamed Bao. Hearing the anger of the old man's big talk, they stand up and rush up together. They kick Zuo tie hard to the ground. Zuo tie holds his head and screams and rolls. The big man surnamed Bao sits on the ground and looks coldly. When he feels almost done, he shouts to stop.

Eight or nine big men swearing walked to the big man surnamed Bao and sat down respectfully. Left iron covered his swollen cheek and got up and squatted on the ground without speaking.

"I tell you, it's still light to beat you. It doesn't depend on where you are or who we are. I don't care how beautiful you used to be. When you get here, you have to give me crouching tiger and Panlong. I don't want you to bring us trouble..."

The big man's reprimand made Zuo tie nod. A big man around him spoke at this time:

"Brother Bao, I don't know when it will be the first time. We have to find a way. The first time we go to battle, we will die half of the time. Like this, we will die a few times. We are deliberately killing us with the help of zombies over there..."

The man's words made other people nod their heads one after another. They took a careful look at the pieces of maroon on the barbed wire around them, which were corroded by the early morning fog, and more of which were the blood stains left by the escapees.

Maybe it's related to one's own life and death. People around him also began to gather around him, focusing on the big man surnamed Bao, staring at him and seeing what he said. Not everyone was saved by the big man in the bloody battle before, but many people saw the bravery of the big man, so here, the prestige of the big man surnamed Bao gradually began to form.

Seeing that all the people around him were looking at him, he pondered for a while before saying:

"You don't find that we are different from before?"

But Zuo tie was the fastest. He squatted on the ground, raised his hand and said:

"All our swords and shields have been brought in. We used to send them to us when we were fighting."

The bald man nodded, glanced over the armored vehicles patrolling around, and said in a low voice:

"The other side has recognized our strength and won't easily use us as cannon fodder. Besides, we are about to fight a long war. There are many opportunities to use us. For the moment, we will be fine. When we become elite, Maybe we can get out of the death row... It depends on what you plan to do in the future... "

The words of the great man made more people silent. After a long time, Zuo Tiena said:

"Brother Bao, I really have no foundation under their guns. Otherwise, when we go out to fight again in the future, we can run as far as we can. The world is very big. We can find a gathering place to be king and hegemony. It's not better than trying our best here..."

Zuo tie's words make more people think. It's hard to say that in the future, they can really find a chance to get out of the death row camp. You know, when they go outside, they can find a gathering place by their means. Naturally, there will be no less women.

"Yes, elder brother Bao, the boy of Zuo tie is right. You'd better find a chance to run. You can't get any good for others. Why should you practice yourself? You can save my life. You will be our elder brother in the future. If anyone is unconvinced, I'll chop him to death..."

Another Chinese character expresses his position to the man surnamed Bao. After pondering for a while, the man finally shakes his head and says to the people around him:

"If you have a chance, you can run. Each of you has his own ambition. I won't run unless I force you. We are tired of being chased around by zombies outside. At least we can kill zombies here."Bao's words resonate with many people. They have never been so happy. When they saw that the invincible sea of corpses disintegrated in front of their eyes, they felt like they could kill all the zombies forever.

"Here comes the messenger, here comes the messenger..."

A burst of cheers broke the boredom, the barbed wire at the gate of the camp was removed, more than a dozen military vehicles drove into the camp, and there were 200 armed soldiers on both sides of the military vehicles guarding them.

Under the surveillance of the muzzle of the gun, the prisoners lined up in a long line and walked to the military vehicle, where the soldiers were carrying down buckets of soup and baskets of steamed bread.

The prisoners untied their water cup from their waist, a bamboo cup sawn with bamboo, stretched out in front of the cooks, filled with green vegetable soup with oil, picked up two steamed buns and went to one side to eat steamed buns with hot soup.

"Why two? Last time, three? Why is one missing... "

Listen to the voice, you know it's the restless left iron, the left iron's cry caused the soldiers to be on guard, a bolt sound, the left iron's voice jammed.

The man with the surname Bao at the back slapped him on his forehead. He really hoped that he had never saved the guy. It was just a disaster. When he separated the crowd, the man stood in the front and saw the left iron crouching down with his head in his arms. Without saying a word, he just kicked the left iron and snored.

Then, more than ten guns turned to aim at the big man. At the next moment, some of the soldiers yelled. In the Mongolian language of the soldiers, other people's guns hung down one after another. Looking at the soldier smiling at him, the big man touched his head. He didn't know this guy.

"It's you. Thank you for saving me. It's like this. The transportation of grain in the rear is limited. We need to hoard grain. So we only have three steamed buns when we go to war. We don't have to cut you off. We usually have two. When we go to war, we have three. The old Bai family in the rear has only one per meal..."

With the soldier's explanation, Zuo tie stood up awkwardly, touched his buttocks and bowed to the man, embarrassed to say: "my fault, it's all my fault..."

After the pause, the soldier handed a small package to the man surnamed Bao. He and other soldiers continued to guard and took the steamed bread and reyang. The man went to one side and squatted down. Then Zuo tie ran to the man with a playful face and looked at the package in his arms and asked greedily:

"Big brother, what a good thing!"

As soon as the words came to an end, Zuo tie was rushed to one side by the big Han's supporters

"You dare to inquire about our eldest brother's things. If you are tired of living, you can't stop and ask our eldest brother to wipe your ass all the time."

Although it was Zuo tie who scolded him, others unconsciously looked at the package in his arms. With a smile, he took it out and handed it to the man beside him.

"Smoke, it's smoke. I haven't seen it for more than half a year."

"There's wine. It's the king of Mongolia in two packs. Good wine..."