Chapter 57

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.

Some are inserted in the body of the zombie, shaking in the Zombie's running.

After several rounds, dozens of zombies were cleared.

All this, silent, even did not disturb the zombies too far away.

The crew of the motorcade came down, one by one close to the corner of the street, waiting at the intersection of the street.

The target is in the front, but there are a large number of zombies in the street ahead. If you use guns, I'm afraid more zombies will be disturbed. The crossbow and bow are not enough to deal with so many zombies.

The captain of the team, a strong man, wore sunglasses and narrowed his eyes and said, "let the bait work."

One of the players nodded and began to command.

The tattered minibus opened, and under the threat of guns, nineteen baits got off the minibus.

Every bait is pale because of tension.

"Lead these zombies to the next street. Don't play tricks, or you will be killed on the spot. Come back alive, half a month, you don't have to worry about hunger. "

Said a thin but agile man, pointing at the 19 baits with the muzzle of a gun.

The rest of the team, with a look of indifference, are used to all this.

In the end of the world, the weak eat the strong. They are also the people who struggle from this kind of hard work and come to this step.

Nineteen survivors, hesitating and dallying, knew the risks.

Thin man, but a wave.

A member of the team nearby shot an arrow without hesitation, directly to their feet.

"Next arrow, death." The thin man snapped.

"Ah, ah!"

One of the decoys, however, roared and rushed towards the zombies in the distance.

There's a leader, and the other baits follow suit.

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"Hoo, Hoo..."

The fierce gasping, as bait survivors, like crazy squeeze their own strength, let themselves run faster.

Bait, is used to lure zombies.

At this moment, they can't call it human, it's just a bait.

Nineteen survivors, they separate to run in different directions. Under their breath of life, the zombies in this area are all attracted by them. The dense zombies fall into madness and begin to chase these survivors recklessly.

At this moment, as bait survivors, can only run.

If the big street, zombies began to chase, a moment to make this area become empty.

When the zombies in this section of the street were lured by 19 survivors, they soon became empty.

A man only about 1.6 meters stood up, he showed a hehe smile, no command, is like a monkey, climbing on the street building. In a 20 story building, he reached the top floor with his bare hands.

Superman's agility is the reason why he can be an indispensable member of the team.

In the motorcade, many team members looked at the short Yan Yongchun with awe in their eyes, because they knew that the short Yan Yongchun belonged to alienated human beings, and they were the strong among human beings.

The virus did not kill Yan Yongchun, but produced genetic alienation, which made him incomparable in strength and speed, even in muscle strength.

This kind of human is called alienated human, also known as new human.

At present, human beings are at the top of the list.

"Head, there is no threat in the current range."

After observing it with a telescope, Yan Yongchun reported with his walkie talkie.

He will play the role of a sentinel, observing the visual range to prevent a powerful zombie from being caught off guard."Action, take all the valuable things to me."

Received this news, strong captain Lin Sen ordered, paste the street side of the crowd ran up, toward the zombie of this section of the street. The shops on the street, or houses, are all their targets.

The stronghold is not only short of food, but also a lot of daily necessities.

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"Ah..."

There was a terrible scream on the other side of the street.

A decoy was caught by a zombie dog and fell to the ground. He struggled to step on the zombie with his big feet, but still could not block the sharp teeth of the zombie dog, biting on his small foot and tearing off a large piece of meat.

The bait knew that he was finished. After being bitten, he was infected by blood.

But

This is not the most terrible, the most terrible is that he was injured.

Blood, stimulate the zombies, let them become more crazy, a group of black pressure over.

The bait's eyes were despairing. What he saw was that other people continued to run wildly without looking at him. At this time, no one would want to pull him.

There was despair in my eyes.

The figure of the zombie was constantly enlarged, and finally tens of zombies surrounded him, threw themselves on him, tore his flesh and blood, and tore him to pieces.

Despair in the eye, do not know why, in the fierce pain, but there is a wipe of relief.

On the side of the street, a dark shadow appeared and ran on the buildings in the street. All the walls it ran through were broken, and the debris fell and hit the bottom of the street.

This is a licker, bouncing across the street, its long tongue curling up a running bait survivor.

Sharp claws pierce through the chest of a decoy survivor.

Blood splashed on the street.

(the licker is officially on stage.... Please recommend tickets! )

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