On the Unimog RV, Han Feng was driving the RV, running over an ordinary zombie blocking the road in front of him.

Now that the RV is less than 100 kilometers away from Fucheng, he expects to be able to return to the Fucheng safe area today.

But now he was the only one left in the car, and Ning Xueru, who had been wearing a maid outfit, disappeared from the Unimog RV.

Of course, Ning Xueru did not really disappear, but remained in the permanent fortification No. 32 of the country.

After Han Feng and Liu Pingyu reached an alliance negotiation, Ning Xueru assisted Liu Pingyu in defending as the representative of the Apocalypse Organization in the fortifications.

At this time, the permanent fortifications still do not have much resistance to the mutant zombies, and it is expected that they will not be able to resist the mutant zombies alone until the first batch of super soldiers belonging to Liu Pingyu appear.

And now for Han Feng, there is another more troublesome thing, because those soldiers in the fortifications can only be trapped inside the fortifications for a long time, so there is not much food available for consumption now, and supplies are urgently needed.

He also had an important task when he returned to Fucheng, which was to provide some food to Liu Pingyu in advance, which was also one of the prerequisites for reaching an alliance.

"Hey, there's a convoy ahead!"

On this road that was not very wide, Han Feng, who was sitting in the Unimog RV, unexpectedly found that a convoy had appeared three hundred meters in front of him.

The convoy consisted of four vehicles, starting with a concrete mixer truck and followed by three cars of different colors.

It seems that these survivors used the wide body of the concrete mixer truck as a cover to protect the relatively fragile cars behind them.

When Han Feng spotted the convoy in front, the convoy naturally saw the Unimog RV coming rapidly from behind.

The concrete mixer truck that was originally walking at the front of the entire convoy quickly turned on the brake light, and then directly reversed the body.

Several other cars, like chicks protected by hens, immediately hid behind the wide body of the concrete mixer truck.

"Listen to the black truck in front, please don't get close to our convoy again, we don't have extra food, if you get closer to our convoy, then we don't rule out the use of force."

Before Han Feng could get closer, a male voice rang out from the horn of the concrete mixer truck.

"The sense of self-protection looks good, and I should have suffered a loss."

Han Feng looked at the convoy, made a warning move from afar, and immediately made a judgment.

In the last days, the law of the jungle continues to occur, and the cost of betrayal is also quite low, and in the early days of the last days, there are countless cases where the rescuer who is kind enough to save people is finally killed by the rescued.

Therefore, in the last days, when you are not so confident in your own strength, the best way to deal with other survivors is to turn around and leave.

If you do meet, keep your distance as much as possible.

Now at this distance between the two sides, Han Feng can see that the person driving the concrete mixer truck is a man in his thirties, but at this moment he is looking at Han Feng with a nervous face.

"Go first, I'll follow you." Since he was about to arrive in Fucheng, Han Feng also planned to overtake the convoy in front of him, and directly turned on the loudspeaker to let the other party go first.

"Brother Zhao, the black extended van in the back has been following us, is it okay?" In the concrete mixer truck, sitting in the passenger seat, holding a shotgun, the man estimated to be in his early twenties, stared nervously at the rearview mirror of the concrete mixer, his eyes firmly locked on the Unimog RV.

"Anyway, you keep an eye on it, and if the car is going to get closer, just give him a shot." Zhao Xuanzhe, who was firmly holding the steering wheel, also glanced at the strange-looking black truck in the rearview mirror.

The survivors of their group finally escaped from Hucheng here, and only a dozen of them survived on the street where they were located, and as for their final destination, it was the capital of Jiangyou Province.

Now the name of the capital city of Jiangyou Province is already known among the survivors of this part of Jiangyou Province.

Countless survivors have portrayed Fucheng as a paradise-like place, where there is no invasion of zombies, no cannibalism of the same kind, as long as you work hard enough, hard enough, you can always eat a bite of food and survive in this difficult world.

Of course, Han Feng, who has been running around, naturally doesn't know what scale the current Fucheng has developed, and it is impossible to know that these survivors in Jiangyou Province have regarded Fucheng as a paradise.

"It's finally here!"

The survivors on the concrete mixer truck let out excited shouts as they looked at the city wall that appeared at the end of their eyes.

In the mouths of the survivors of Jiangyou Province, such a sentence has always been circulated.

"As long as you see the walls of the city, then you are safe, and heavenly life is beckoning to you."

And the real meaning of this sentence is that once you can see the walls of Fucheng, then it means that you have entered the buffer zone cleared by the Apocalypse Organization, and the number of zombies in this area is very small, and the First and Second Legions of the Apocalypse Organization will also organize recruits to come to train from time to time, and further clean up the number of zombies while training.

However, Han Feng, who was following closely in front of the concrete mixer truck, frowned involuntarily after seeing the city wall that appeared in front of him.

In his impression, the front should be the area to be cleared in the Fucheng, why did such a long wall appear out of thin air now, and what kind of changes have happened in the Fucheng during the time he left.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously stepped on the accelerator, and the engine of the Unimog RV suddenly made a loud noise, and the speed of the RV suddenly increased, quickly approaching the convoy in front.

"Brother Zhao, the black truck behind has accelerated and rushed up!"

Just as Han Feng was speeding up, the young man who was sitting in the mixer truck and holding the shotgun tightly in his hand naturally noticed the change in the speed of the Unimog RV behind him, and his voice suddenly became urgent.

The acceleration of the RV naturally made Zhao Xuanzhe nervous, and he hurriedly shouted to the young man holding the shotgun beside him: "Shoot into the sky, if that car continues to accelerate, aim directly at the cab and shoot me!" ”

"Bang ——!"

The young man with the shotgun came out of the cab, stuck his head out, and shot it into the sky.

However, after this shot, he found that the vehicle behind him had no intention of slowing down, and just as he was about to fire directly at the black truck, a sharp alarm suddenly sounded in front of him.

"We are the Second Legion of the Apocalypse Organization, and the convoy in front of us immediately pulled over for inspection."

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