Out-of-town survivor stronghold.

In the early morning sun, a convoy of more than 30 cars of various types, adding up to more than 100 people, is ready to go.

For a stronghold, this is not a small plundering convoy.

In the streets and alleys of the stronghold, the same lifeless and numb survivors, in this early morning, as usual, almost indifferent to the outside world.

Only some survivors who are too hungry to stand it will run around early, trying to find a little food to satisfy their hunger.

However......

In this apocalyptic world when food is extremely scarce, even if a grain of rice falls into the ditch, someone will pick it up and stuff it into the stomach and eat it.

In the stronghold, almost no grass grows, and any bit of green, anything that can be eaten in the stomach has been wiped out.

At the convoy, there was a lot of noise.

More than half of the convoy of more than 100 people used home-made guns. The remaining half is varied, using all kinds of cold weapons, such as bows and crossbows, which are the most popular among the survivors.

In the last days, compared with European and American countries, the Chinese survivors are more miserable.

In the United States, a country where guns are allowed, almost every family will have one or two guns. Extreme people, even heavy weapons like Gatling.

But in China, firearms are forbidden, and the possession of loose is only the army and law enforcement agencies

When the end times come, the situation will naturally not be so optimistic when there is a lack of guns.

"I need twenty fast running bait, I need a full meal before I go, and I can come back alive and take care of half a month's food."

In the convoy, a stout man shouted.

Among the survivors who were originally numb, there was a sudden silence, and a person's eyes focused on this sturdy man. The empty eyes instantly have emotion, and there is a light called greed and madness in them.

Bait, which can also be called cannon fodder.

It's a life-or-death job, and the mortality rate can reach 5-7 percent. Among the ten people, it is possible that only two or three will come back alive, and the rest will all become the souls of the zombies.

It's hard to imagine a job with such a high mortality rate and only half a month's worth of food.

But......

Almost as soon as the man's voice fell, many of the survivors on the street had a bright light in their eyes, and there was a hint of color in their numb eyes.

The fast-moving survivors had already arrived in front of the convoy, raised their hands and shouted: "I'll participate, I'll participate." ”

In the face of starvation, there is still a glimmer of opportunity, and the survivors naturally know how to choose.

Sixty or seventy survivors rushed to the convoy and raised their hands one by one.

Minors, women, and even some elderly men all raised their hands, hoping to be hit.

The real weakling, in the last five years, has long been eliminated by this world.

The sturdy man was not polite, and ordered twenty "bait" among the survivors, and then pointed his gun at it: "The selected ones are in the convoy, and the irrelevant personnel will give me the fuck." ”

As for whether the chosen one can run fast or not, and whether he will live in the end, it is not within the scope of this strong man's consideration at all.

After all 20 people boarded a dilapidated minibus, two women arrived in front of the minibus with lunch boxes and handed them to the people inside.

Before leaving, it is not that the people in this team are kind, but to let them run, it is necessary to let them eat and have strength.

One by one, the people who were chosen rushed to take it and eat it.

The rice cooked from the old rice has a musty smell, but for these people, it is supremely delicious. It's rice, and no number of people can eat it.

Like starving ghosts, they devoured and devoured.

A young man leaning against the car door was gulping down, but his eyes were rolling and his eyes were wandering outward.

A boxed lunch, which he ate in a moment.

The people in the convoy outside began to board the car, and there was a commotion.

Suddenly, the young man's eyes became crazy, and he threw the lunch box in his hand suddenly, and the person rushed out of the door of the car, and drilled into the alley next to him at a very fast speed.

He didn't want to die, but he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it.

When this bait is decided, there is no doubt that in the face of countless zombies, they are just ordinary people, and it is impossible to escape.

Eat, then slip away, and eat in a risky way.

The young man was as fast as a cheetah.

It's just that......

On a modified heavy truck in the convoy, a middle-aged man showed a sneer, he raised the Type 03 assault rifle in his hand, and almost didn't need to aim, just a direct shot.

"Bang!"

In the crisp sound of gunfire, the young man who almost disappeared into the alley in the distance spun a stream of blood on his head, plunged headlong, twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.

"The eighth idiot who wants to eat this way, they think this meal is so delicious?" The middle-aged man smiled lightly and put away his rifle.

The impact of this scene, here, is almost negligible.

Whether it was the survivors in the alley, or the people who stayed in the minibus and were still eating a boxed lunch, they didn't care about the young man's death, and their numb eyes didn't even blink.

The young man's death was just a small episode.

The convoy departed normally.

…………

The outskirts of the city.

When the convoy arrived in this area, the number of zombies began to gradually increase, and it was no longer suitable to move on.

"Crossbow bolts open the way."

At the sound of an order, I saw more than 30 people holding crossbow arrows and leaving the convoy.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Arrow feathers are shot out, not all arrows can hit the zombie's head, but four or five out of ten can do it. The crossbow with extremely penetrating power forcibly made the arrow sink nearly ten centimeters into the zombie's head.

Some are inserted into the bodies of zombies, shaking as the zombies run.

After a few rounds, dozens of zombies were cleared.

All this, silently, did not even alarm the zombies who were too far away.

The convoy descended, approached the corners of the street one by one, and waited at the intersection of the street.

The target is in front, but there are a large number of zombies on the street in front of you, and if you use guns, I'm afraid that more zombies will be alarmed. And with crossbows and bows, it is not enough to deal with so many zombies.

The captain of the convoy, a stout man, wore sunglasses, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Let the bait do the work." ”

One of the team members nodded and began to command.

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

Every decoy, all of them turned pale with nervousness.

"Lead these zombies to the side streets, don't play tricks, or you'll be killed on the spot. Come back alive, and you don't have to worry about being hungry for half a month. ”

A lean but agile man spoke, pointing his gun at the nineteen decoys.

The rest of the convoy looked cold, accustomed to all this.

In the last days, the law of the jungle eats the strong, and they are also the ones who have struggled through this kind of hardship and come to this point.

Nineteen survivors, hesitant and hesitant, they knew the risks.

The lean man waved his hand.

Without hesitation, one of the team members next to him shot an arrow, which went straight to their feet.

"Next arrow, die." The lean man snapped.

"Ahhh

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

There are people who take the lead, and the other baits follow suit.

…………

"Whew, Whew......"

The violent panting, the survivors who were used as bait, squeezed their strength like crazy to make themselves run faster.

A decoy is a tool used to lure zombies.

At this moment, they can't be called people, just a decoy.

Nineteen survivors, they ran separately in different directions, under their breath of life, the zombies in this area were all attracted by them, dense zombies, fell into madness, and began to chase these survivors desperately.

At this moment, the survivors who acted as bait could only run.

If the streets are large, the zombies are starting to chase, and in a moment the area becomes empty.

When the zombies on this section of the street were lured by the nineteen survivors, it soon became empty.

A man of about 1.6 meters stood up, and he smiled he, and without command, he just climbed on the buildings of the street like a monkey. In a building with more than 20 floors, he reached the top floor with his bare hands.

Superman's agility is what makes him an indispensable part of the team.

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

The virus did not kill Yan Yongchun, but it produced genetic alienation, which made him not comparable to ordinary humans in terms of strength and speed, or even the strength of his muscles.

This type of people is called alienated humans, also known as new humans.

The new human, at the top of the current human race, is the best among the human race.

"Head, there is no threat in range at the moment."

After observing it with a telescope, Yan Yongchun reported on the walkie-talkie.

He will act as a sentry, observing the visual range and preventing the appearance of powerful zombies from being caught off guard.

"Action, take everything of value with me."

Receiving this news, the sturdy captain Lin Sen gave an order, and the people on the side of the street rushed wildly, rushing towards this section of the street where there were no zombies. The shops on the street, or the houses, etc., are their targets.

Not only is there a shortage of food in the base, but there is also a shortage of daily necessities.

…………

"Ah......h

A terrible scream rang out from the other side of the street.

A decoy is chased by a zombie dog and falls directly to the ground. He struggled and stepped towards the zombie dog with his big feet, but he still couldn't stop the zombie dog's sharp teeth, biting on his little foot and tearing off a large piece of meat.

The bait knew that he was finished, and after being bitten, it was 100% contagious through the bloodstream.

But......

It wasn't the most terrible, the most terrible thing was that he was injured.

The blood stimulated the zombies, making them even more crazy, and a group of black pressure pressed over.

The decoy's eyes were filled with despair, and all he saw was the others running wildly, without looking at him, and at this time, no one would even think of pulling him.

In his eyes, there was despair.

The figure of the zombie kept magnifying, and finally dozens of zombies surrounded him, pounced on him, biting his flesh and tearing him to pieces.

The despair in the eyelets, I don't know why, in the severe pain, there was a touch of relief.

On the side of the street, a dark shadow appeared, running wildly over the buildings of the street, and the walls it ran through were all broken and splintered and smashed under the street.

It was a licker that bounced and skimmed the streets, its long tongue engulfing a running bait survivor.

Sharp claws pierced through the chest of the decoy survivor.

Blood splattered the streets.

(The Licker is officially here...) I asked for a recommendation ticket! )