Chapter 53: Sharecroppers in the Last Days
By noon, the two had been wandering around an abandoned town for a long time, but they had not found any resources.
This is a small town formed by the intersection of two national highways, although it maintains the main agriculture, but because of the flow of people brought by the national highway, various small restaurants, shops, and even trading points have gradually formed, and it is also a relatively developed town, which is why it is also the first place to be looted, whether it is the army or the survivors, along the nearby road will always come here. It can be said that this place has long been turned upside down.
The two of them, who had found nothing, wandered the streets, looking at the crazy wheat and unknown crops growing in the fields, and could only sigh that this vegetable patch was becoming more and more lush without being cared for.
After walking through a series of dilapidated illegal buildings, a figure wielding a hoe suddenly appeared, and the two figures who overreacted suddenly slammed and almost fell.
Hunched over, he quietly hid behind the obstacle and observed the man, wearing a straw hat and torn short sleeves, and his trouser legs tucked up to his knees, like a peasant.
''My God, the Last Days Farming Stream?'' ''
The two who retracted their heads were amazed, although many years have passed, the earth's materials have been exhausted, but it has not yet reached the point of farming for a living, after all, the virus infection mutates too quickly, the human race fails too quickly, and the remaining materials can still be maintained by supplying some clones.
''How about making a friend?'' ''
''No, no, no, it's not necessary at all. Nameless waved his hand repeatedly. ''
Let's not talk about how poor this farming is and how much material we have to consume, we have just come out of Dongsheng for a few days, we can't rest so quickly, or continue to look for your memory, there is no need to waste time with this person. ''
After discussion, the two prepared to leave silently, but 9527 still looked at the man curiously.
''Nameless, see if there's something in the field over there?'' ''
Nameless, who was ready to leave, reluctantly turned around and squeezed into the bunker of 9527, only to see that the soil of the farmland not far away had risen and been rolling quietly, obviously something was advancing underground.
"Digging zombies, as long as it's not cement, they are basically dug up.
''There's no need to worry about him, let him ask for more...''
Before he could finish speaking, 9527 had already gotten up and waved his hand and shouted, "Hey, watch the back!'" ''
Nameless had a black line on his face at this time, so he had to immediately set up his gun and aim it in case the man had any other intentions.
Hearing 9527's shout, the man was stunned for a moment, and then turned back sharply after hearing what was being shouted, and the tumbling mound was not far from him.
Frightened, he immediately dropped his hoe and fled in the direction of 9527, but in a hurry, he was stumbled by the ridge, propped himself up with his hands and feet, and took out a pistol from the waistband of his trousers. Trembling hands shot indiscriminately, with no accuracy at all, and after about a few seconds, a black figure broke through the ground, resembling a groundhog, curled up with sharp curved claws.
''Bang~~~''
Before more details could be seen, the nameless bullet had already exploded the monster's head, but the corpse still smashed the man enough under the effect of inertia.
In a panic, he pushed away the corpse and sat down in the field, as if he had not yet come to his senses.
''Bang, Bang~''
Two more shots were fired at the man's left and right, instantly scaring his flying soul back. Hurriedly stood up, raised his hands high, suddenly felt that there was something in his hand, and hurriedly threw away the pistol he was holding tightly.
''Don't shoot!'' Benefactor, benefactor! If you need anything, just take it, just take it!! ''
Looking at the man's hoarse roar with fear, the frightened and helpless funny look, Nameless smiled gloatingly.
''It's okay, keep planting your fields, grandpa, I don't like your little things.'' ''
Turning around and pulling on 9527's backpack, he left the place. The man stood in the field, staring blankly and panting.