After the monk was done, he also sat down with the mourners, but he didn't feel relaxed, because this improvised cottage was too weird, they didn't talk at all, as if they were divided into countless small circles.

"Boy, just eat, what are you looking at?" A rough man sitting next to him was very dissatisfied with the monk's thief's eyebrows, even if there were so many people present, he had no scruples and asked sharply.

Where did the monk dare to face it, he quickly lowered his head and replied softly: "Big brother, I haven't seen so many guns when I'm so old, curious, curious." ”

"Eat your bird's rice, the horse's eggs, and look again, grandpa will reward you with a peanut." After Dahan finished speaking, he laughed to himself, and did not forget to punch the monk's shoulder.

This punch, the monk was caught off guard, where could he stand it, the whole person was knocked over at once, and the bowl in his hand was buckled on his face, and then fell to the ground, and a dirty mess of mud.

"Fool, pick it up and eat it!" The big man laughed and looked at the monk with a playful expression, just thinking that it was a kind of fun.

"Yes, yes, it can't be wasted." The monk still lowered his head and picked up the dirty rice on the ground little by little, but his eyes were a little playful.

"It's boring, it's eggless." Dahan felt bored, spit out a mouthful of phlegm on the dirty rice noodles, and turned to eat his own food.

Behind the scenes, the monk was left to eat the disgusting dirty rice little by little.

As for the monk, on the contrary, he felt that it didn't matter, because the madness and heat in his heart could not allow him to be distracted.

However, Wang Qiang smiled, beckoned the other three members of the death squad who were full of righteous indignation, and signaled the three not to act rashly.

Such humiliation really made the monk calm down and think of strange places.

: That is, the number of people is wrong, there are only more than 200 people here, where did half of them go? Here, it's still a fog at all.

Due to the depth of the night, the monks must not be able to walk at night, even if there are dogs around, so they are allowed to stay overnight.

Because everyone in the last days knows that the zombies at night are the overlords of the last days, and the zombies at night are called zombies.

"I can't wait, it's already past eight o'clock, Wang Qiang, you take people back first, tell the people outside that the situation has changed, half of the enemy's men and horses are not in the cottage, please divide them back immediately." The monk instructed Wang Qiang, and then immediately pulled three of his subordinates and disappeared into the night.

Fortunately, there is no electricity at night, and the dark cottage is full of frogs and cicadas, which is easy to make people fall asleep as soon as possible.

"Whew! Call! ”

This should be the barracks, and the snoring sounds inside blend into the mountains and forests, making people even less greedy for sober thoughts.

So, a local dog with blood still in his throat collapsed in the barracks, and no one noticed it, and no one broke the sweet dream.

"666, eighteen o'clock, the leopard is killed!"

"! Again! ”

In addition to the barracks, there must have been such a place for evening pastime, and they were in full swing, shouting loudly, winning or losing, and some people muttered a few words, and then looked at themselves, thinking in their hearts whether they would come back or not.

At this time, only tobacco and alcohol are hard currency, and they are also things that can be put on the table, as for the private PY transaction, it must not be broadcast live, so it has to be more quiet in the dead of night, who let this be the end of the world?

As for the monk, he quietly smoked a cigarette outside, and sighed that this team has no weapons and equipment, but it has no enterprising spirit, and there is no one to patrol at night? Don't know the importance of patrolling? Is it still regular?

"TM, bad luck!"

Isn't this person the loud man, but who is it? It seems that he lost today, and the urine in his crotch can't be held back at all, and he wants to release the helplessness of releasing the living at this moment.

"Don't move, move TM, I'll stab you to death immediately!" The monk's knife had already been pulled from behind on the big man's neck, and the force was very deep, and the blood was cut out at once, but it had not yet reached a fatal depth.

"Big brother, I didn't offend you, I didn't offend you, there is nothing on this body, what should be lost should not be lost, all lost!" Where is Zou Laoba still fierce in the banquet, he consciously raised his hands at this moment, and let the two junior brothers of the death squad touch the matching guns on their bodies.

"I didn't ask, don't answer." With another effort, the unrestrained blood became even stronger in Zou Laoba's neck.

"Yes!" Zou Lao Ba urinated, in this dark corner where no one was around, he didn't dare to resist at all, even the voice of fear was suppressed, and he was well-trained!

"How many people are there in the cottage?"

"Four hundred and twenty-one, five heads."

"Where are the other half gone?"

"I went to Heyan County, I heard that it was occupied, and the three, four, or five masters took two hundred people to the county seat to negotiate, wanting to grab some benefits."

"Where did you come from?"

"Big brother, I'm not where I came from, more than half of the land here is farming, and then the zombies bite back and forth, I can't survive anymore, so I joined the bandits' den! Big brother, don't kill me, I'm a farmer. ”

"Don't insult the peasants! You are a bandit! So what are the ways of you guys? ”

"I heard that some mercenaries were separated from their large army and settled here, and I heard that they will soon set out to find the large army. Big brother, I'm just a mess, don't kill me! ”

"Sting!"

The monk didn't care about this, and after asking, he was stabbed, and then slowly put Zou Laoba, who was holding his neck, on the ground.

"Look at my face well, remember, when you go to the Hades Palace, say that my name is monk! Hey, by the way, in my book of life and death, the title of the book should be Ran Lei! The monk licked the blood on the knife, feeling very unhappy, if it wasn't for the matter of time, he would definitely let this Zou Laoba taste what torture and insult are again.

"Yes...... You~" Zou Laoba's words couldn't be finished, because his throat couldn't breathe at all, it was like having mouth ulcers, and all he had left was pain.

"Holy shit!" The monk turned to leave, he had no interest in the dead, or the zombies that were about to be born.

just made up for it and stepped on Zou Laoba's egg.

"No, run." The monk looked at Zou Laoba, and hurriedly pulled the two younger brothers next to him and went straight to the door.

"Boom!" There was an explosion.

"Nima, hidden thunder in the crotch!" The monk secretly screamed, secretly glad that he had found it in time, otherwise he would have become the ghost of the crotch thunder.

"It's on fire, it's on fire!" The monk ran away and hurriedly shouted, and did not forget to run all the way, all the way.

For the sudden explosion, I beat the drum in my heart, and I also began to reprimand the two younger brothers loudly, this crotch is not easy to touch?

And from Zou Laoba's demeanor, the monk also understood that he still underestimated Zou Laoba and underestimated this serious mercenary!

Really dare to die, really dare to bomb, really well-trained!