The clear water walks lightly, the sun is shining, it is a sunny day.

The Terran army is like a snail, walking forward slowly, leaving traces of walking, like the mucus of a snail, which is a manifestation of the survival of the fittest, because the mucus left behind is the old, weak, sick and disabled who have left the group.

Or maybe they finished eating and couldn't keep up, they fell on the road, their eyes wide open, looking at the departing crowd, there may be neighbors who are familiar with each other on weekdays, and friends who drink and talk, but they are all gone.

Life is extremely fragile at this time, people die every minute, this has become a common thing, at the beginning, the departure of relatives will make them miserable, rich people, can hire men, businessmen are profitable, this is the best time for business.

However, after a long time, the loss of their relatives will make them feel that they are less burdened, and no one will start work for others, because they are afraid of falling behind, and the merchant throws away the money he earned.

People, under conditions of hunger, will do unexpected things, they kill and eat their precious pets, kill and eat the big white-eyed insects that they usually see in fright, and when there is nothing to eat, they can only gnaw on the bark and roots.

A few people who eat too much of this stuff will have red eyes, bigger mouths, more belly protrusions, and longer limbs, however, not everyone will become like this.

However, they found that the mutant people were full of strength, and they did not know the pain, and their tempers became much more irritable.

After eating the bark and roots, only the mutated person had the strength, and the others did not even have the strength to walk.

A day later.

The yellow puppy is a person who has not mutated, he feels that he is going to die, the hot sun, shining on him dizzy, he doesn't know where they are going, the smell in the crowd is not good, the smell of urine,, feet, his vision is getting blurred more and more, he falls.

"Report to the general, someone fainted."

The red eyes looked at the yellow puppy, and ordered the people around him to pull him out to deal with it, otherwise it would bring the plague.

There was a little coolness on his face, and then there was a face, and there was coolness all over his body, and the yellow puppy licked the water on the side of his mouth greedily, could it be raining, this was his idea.

Slowly opened his eyes, his vision was still a little blurry, and suddenly there were many red dots in front of him, still dangling, what is it? Dogs or wolves.

"Why is this kid so thin, he doesn't have any meat, why don't you raise it for a few days?"

"Forget it, Lao Tzu's mouth has faded out of a bird, hurry up and wash it, and eat after washing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Xiaopu felt that someone was helping him take a bath, and it felt like going to heaven, it was a dream, if he didn't wake up.

Finally, his vision was no longer blurry, someone was really bathing him, his blood-red eyes, his big belly and mouth, his slender limbs, and the bones in his hands pierced his skin painfully, but he didn't care, maybe he wanted to laugh, because the general's people saved him.

When they had no food, the general found food, not bark and roots, and they would be full every day, this is the Savior, right?

"It's a strange thing, these people are laughing until this time."

"Leave it alone, kill it, bake it."

Then he felt that something cut his neck, blood gushed out, such a beautiful color, the yellow puppy indulged in this beautiful color, forgot the pain, the flow of blood slowed down, the yellow puppy fell, but he still looked at the blood on the ground, enjoying the most beautiful scenery in the world.

After that, he was picked up and placed on the firewood prepared earlier, and soon a smell of meat came out...