Chapter 119： coward

"Talk too much, get things done soon, and we can hunt other targets."

A man standing by the window, holding a long-handled giant ax said calmly, looking carefully, the blade of this ax feels extremely sharp.

Zhou An fell to the ground with his upper body tied up, a knife wound that was not deep and not shallow on his shoulder, and his whole body was covered with blood-red blood.

He gritted his teeth tightly, with a ferocious expression, the fat on his face squeezed together, staring at these unknown people, his eyes were bloodshot, his chest made a low voice, anger, despair, hatred, fear and other emotions intertwined together.

All this is like a nightmare, a nightmare in the deepest part of the night.

In the past few days, Zhou An met with several people, found not much food, spent a few days safely, and joined this group yesterday through the information on the forum.

They have fairly sufficient food and manpower, and can prevent zombies from coming up. Everyone can have food as long as they play their role, and they can sleep more peacefully at night.

Everything seems to be developing in a good direction. If this continues, it seems that it is not difficult to survive thirty days. Everyone seems to have some smiles on their faces. Zhou An also feels that he has found a way out in this doomsday .

Hope in adversity is the most gratifying and the most motivating, like the sunshine in the cold winter and the dew in the desert.

But in less than half an hour just now, everything was destroyed, hope turned to despair.

Five people of unknown origin rushed into their garrison under the cover of night and began to kill. Most of them died, including the leader of the resident, Wang Jianguo, who was also beheaded to death with an axe.

His identity in this world is the sheriff of the police station, and he has a good commanding ability. He led a few police officers to establish this station, and found a lot of hoarded food in a basement.

Wang Jianguo, several police officers, and more than a dozen strong and strong fighters were not even the common enemy of these few people.

From the most intense resistance to silent bowing, after more than half of the people died, no one resisted anymore.

Zhou Wen once thought that he would be a hot-blooded, **** person, an angry youth who could go all out at critical moments, just like in countless stories, when a man gets angry, his blood splatters five steps.

But in fact it was not like that, he was just a coward, a coward who could only survive in peaceful times, he could only be silent and howl.

"What are you looking at, tsk tsk, people in your world are really weak, they are all cowardly bugs."

Zhou An was kicked hard, rolled on the ground, hit the wall, like a ball of garbage, his hands were tightly clenched into a ball.

"Hey, don't talk later, just follow us. Anyone who is disobedient will feed the zombies. You probably don't want to know what it feels like to be bitten to death by a zombie, hahaha."

The skinny hunter, holding a long sword and wearing taupe leather armor, suddenly pierced the chest of a short-haired man on the ground with a sword, kicked him to the ground, drew out his long sword, and cursed:

"What the hell, did you really think I was joking when you made small moves just after I finished talking?"

The short-haired man was stabbed with a sword, fell to the ground and twitched, was so painful that he couldn't speak, and was a little dazed. In fact, he didn't do anything, not even moving.

He understood that this person just wanted to do something to him, or to make an example of others, and he felt wronged, unlucky, and angry.

Su Changxing squatted on the safety platform outside the building, carefully perceiving the situation inside, and guessed that there were at least four hunters here, and they seemed to want to tie up more than a dozen people who were still alive in the house and take them to another place.

Their purpose of doing this should be to collect blood food, and treat humans in another world as food, just like humans used to herd sheep and pigs, raising live food.

However, all the people in a station were slaughtered before, and the corpses were not taken away. It seems that some hunters only carried out the slaughter.

Human flesh and blood may not be necessary for these survivors, but it can make them feel good, like taking drugs.

Su Changxing looked down at the silver-white pistol in his hand, thinking about what to do. The safest way must be to use the pistol directly.

But once the pistol is used, all the zombies around will rush towards this side. Although Su Changxing can run, the people in this room may not be able to survive, so it doesn't make any sense.

So the best choice is actually to leave decisively. In this doomsday world, people will always die, and people will die every moment, and he can't control so much...

Su Changxing slowly picked up the longbow behind his back, a sharp look flashed across his brows and eyes, and murderous intent arose in his heart.

"There is a person facing the window with a knife, but his position is precision and has a certain perception ability. If you attack him, you will probably fail. There is another person near the corner on the left. If you use a bow and arrow, you should be able to shoot it. He, and his position is an extreme person, generally speaking, his perception ability is not strong, and the probability of your sneak attack being successful is not small."

The head announces its position and gives its opinion.

"Trust you once, and if you mess up, you will insult your name as a true knower."

Su Changxing decisively pulled the bowstring and turned sideways. He may be discovered at any time in his current position, and the night has many dreams. Once discovered, the situation will become passive.

The moment he leaned out, Su Changxing saw the scene inside the house. Several corpses were piled up on the ground, and some weapons, steel knives, wooden sticks, axes, and some severed limbs were strewn about~www.novelhall.com ~ A strong smell of blood hits the face.

Two of the four hunters were tying up these people in a rough way, as if they were tying up some disobedient livestock, such as pigs, sheep and cattle.

One stood by the opposite window, and the other stood near the corner.

Su Changxing aimed at the head of the hunter standing in the corner, and let go of the fully drawn bowstring. Because of the angle, he didn't notice Su Changxing's existence immediately, but just felt something strange.

The hunter standing by the window saw Su Changxing immediately, but it was too late to remind him.

"Dah~"

The arrow and the head were heavily nailed to the wall, piercing through the bricks on the wall and kicking up a little dust.

"Attacked!"

"Who are you?"

"kill him."

Several shouts sounded at the same time, and several hunters reacted instantly, raised their weapons, and entered a state of combat alert.

Holding a steel knife, Su Changxing stood on the window sill, looked at them coldly, covered part of the light, and formed a shadow under the moonlight into the room. The shadow was thinner than the dark shadow, thicker than the moonlight of gauze.

The people in the house fell into a daze in the face of the sudden change, and they never expected that someone would come to rescue them in such a situation and in such an environment.

In the most desperate time, people often pray for the help of the gods, pray for Guanyin, pray for God, and pray for many gods who do not know whether they exist or not.

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