"Do you know, brother, I'm bitter!" After a few bottles of red wine, Li Hao finally relieved his guard, and the other survivors had already dispersed, leaving only Li Hao and Zhao Qiang still drinking one by one.

"I know you're bitter!" Zhao Qiang patted Li Hao on the shoulder, the conditions here are too poor, and there is not even communication equipment, just imagine, in such an isolated place, the survivors are very prone to strong despair.

"No, you don't know!" Li Hao opened Zhao Qiang's hand, patted himself on the shoulder and said, "I don't want to be this fucking bullshit commander at all, I just want to go home and hug my wife and coax the child!" ”

The armed police station is located in the suburbs, and it is sparsely populated in all directions, but it is for this reason that the camp can barely survive the first and most difficult days.

Li Hao is just a small non-commissioned officer, and he is not even a cadre in the army, at best he is a squad leader. After Zhao Qiang and Wei Tao left, the zombies in the vicinity gathered around this small camp.

No one told Li Hao what to do, in the face of the tide of zombies, Li Hao only had one choice left, there were less than ten warriors in total, in order to keep this easy-to-get homeland, the warriors fought almost sleepless for three days and three nights, and finally no new zombies appeared.

Every time he fights with zombies, Li Hao always sticks to the front line, in the initial period, he almost has to scrap a gun every day, a thick calloon has been sharpened on his shoulders, and his marksmanship has become superb, and the zombies who died under his hands are not a thousand but eight hundred, gradually, Li Hao was elected as a commander by the soldiers, and under his leadership, the zombies around the camp were finally wiped out.

The camp is full of old people, and the battle can't count on them, Li Hao usually even has to allocate some manpower to take care of these old people, in order to find food, they first ran all over the nearby farmers,

After the disaster, the power supply has become a very serious problem, lighting, communication, entertainment, almost everything in life is inseparable from electricity, the radio station originally had a battery, usually people may only feel the importance of electricity when the power is cut off, but now the power problem has become

"Why didn't you contact us?" At the dinner table, Zhao Qiang opened a bottle of red wine that he touched on the road and filled it for the soldiers one by one, that is, he had the leisure to get these things that didn't have much practical meaning to occupy precious space. The Survivor Alliance has made contact with many survivor camps near and far, but there has been no news of this camp, and Zhao Qiang once thought that they had been wiped out.

"How to contact? Radio? Li Hao didn't have the slightest awareness of drinking red wine, he suffocated a big glass in one sip, and said with a sip of wine: "That thing is too fuel-intensive, so ......" Li Hao has a lot of hardships, the problem of gasoline and diesel shortage is very serious here, and they have to supply limited fuel to the soldiers who go out on missions. That's too extravagant.

"I've heard that slavery is being practiced in a lot of places out there." Zhao Qiang asked tentatively.

"Slaves?" Li Hao poured his wine glass to the brim, pointed to the old people around him and said, "I want to take this road, but look at them!" "From another point of view, Li Hao's camp has also embarked on the road of slavery, in order to keep these old people alive, Li Hao and his soldiers have long become slaves of the old people.

The meal took a long time to finish, and at the dinner table, the soldiers did not move their chopsticks much, but gathered around Zhao Qiang and asked him to continue those thrilling stories.

"What are you going to do?" Li Hao asked, Zhao Qiang's purpose is in Beijing, and Yueyang is just a temporary foothold.

"Go to Beijing." Zhao Qiang touched the cup with Li Hao and said, ""