The soft northeast wind was blowing gently in the direction of the magic capital.

The breeze made the weeds on both sides of the highway gently drift along the breeze.

If it were before the outbreak of the apocalyptic virus, such a scenery of wind blowing weeds might make some people stop and take pictures.

But after the outbreak of the apocalyptic virus, the main body of this kind of scenery, human beings, disappeared.

At this time, on the highway from Wuxiao City to the magic capital, there was only a Unimog RV, and this car was carrying a lonely gallop.

Since leaving Wuxiao City, Unimog RV has not stopped galloping, and before the sun sets, it came to the vicinity of Hangzhou.

When Han Feng was considering whether to go directly from the highway around Hangzhou to the magic capital, a puff of smoke rose from the side of the road, which attracted his attention.

"The source of this burst of smoke should not be sent by zombies, and at present, the puppet corps has been wiped out, and now in the entire Jiangnan Province, there should only be survivors who know how to use fire."

With a hint of doubt, Han Feng directly hit the steering wheel of the Unimog RV, and the huge RV suddenly rushed down the highway and rushed towards the place where the smoke was rising.

"Boom ——!"

The loud engine sound of the Unimog RV and the weeds that kept lodging as the RV plunged into the grass clearly attracted the attention of those who raised the smoke.

A girl in her early twenties, dressed in a pink top, holds a pistol that imitates the June Fourth style, standing in front of a freshly extinguished bonfire.

At this moment, more than a dozen ragged survivors were squatting in front of her, and in front of them, the survivors, there were dozens of half-baked corn cobs.

Apparently these survivors have just roasted corn, and the corn in front of them is estimated to be rations for the next few days.

The young man, who was squatting on the ground and gathering the corn, suddenly shouted in some horror when he heard the rumbling sound:

"Meng Wan'er, I said that we will nibble on the raw corn, now it's okay, looking at the situation, we should have alarmed the patrols of those puppet regiments."

"How is that possible!" Meng Wan'er, who was holding an imitation 64-style pistol, also showed a puzzled look at the moment after hearing the rumbling sound, and argued at the same time:

"This morning, we can see with our own eyes that the members of the puppet corps fell to the ground one by one, as if the robots had crashed, and there was definitely something wrong with the puppet corps."

Another strong man with a beard stretched out his right arm to stop the dispute between the young man and Meng Wan'er, and at the same time picked up the domestic rotary tube rapid-fire machine gun that was set aside, similar to a Gatling machine gun, stared at the place where the grass was lying down, and said:

"Don't talk about it, both of you, it's not easy for us to escape from Hangzhou by taking advantage of the fall of all the puppet corps, and we will rush out no matter what happens later! You can't capsize in this gutter! ”

The words of the bearded man made the dozen or so survivors present all look calmly at the direction of the Unimog RV, and they were all ready to fight to the death.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that from the outbreak of the apocalyptic virus to the present, the survivors who can still operate alone outside in the form of a squad are not weak.

In the team of survivors who looked a little embarrassed in front of him, there were three bronze-level evolutionaries, namely Meng Wan'er in a pink shirt, Yang Siyi, who had just had an argument with Meng Wan'er, and Hu Fenglei, a strong man with a beard.

With three Bronze-level Evolvers in such a small team of survivors, this ratio is already a bit staggering.

"Boom ——!"

With the roar of the engine, the weeds that had covered the survivors' tracks were completely blown down by a fierce gust of wind.

And the black 'giant beast' that created the strong wind also appeared in front of everyone.

"It turned out to be a team of survivors."

Han Feng, who was driving the Unimog RV, saw that it was a team of survivors who had just made out the smoke, and a slight look of surprise appeared on his face.

He originally thought that the smoke was only made by the sporadic survivors who escaped from Hangzhou.

However, he found that there was a team of survivors hiding here, and after seeing the equipment in their hands, he still had some confidence in the survivability of this team of survivors.

And the survivor team, which was hiding in place, mainly the three bronze-level evolutionaries of Meng Wan'er, suddenly had a look of surprise and uncertainty on their faces after seeing the Unimog RV that rushed out of the grass.

Hu Fenglei, who was holding a domestic rapid-fire machine gun similar to a Gatling gun, even went directly to the Unimog RV, raised the rapid-fire machine gun in his hand, and shouted loudly:

"Who are you, get out of the car immediately, give you five seconds, or I'll shoot!"

Obviously, Hu Fenglei was afraid that he was a member of the puppet corps in the Unimog RV at this moment, and the sense of vigilance in his heart rose to the highest at this time.

And Han Feng, who was sitting in the Unimog RV, shook his head helplessly when he saw Hu Fenglei with a vigilant face.

He didn't get angry with these frightened bird-like survivors, he turned on the megaphone and shouted to the survivors in front of the RV:

"I suggest that you leave here immediately, and don't go in the direction of Jiangnan Province after that, it is estimated that in more than ten hours, a large wave of zombies will arrive near here, and then the entire Jiangnan Province will be occupied by this wave of corpses."

Han Feng only reminded these survivors of the imminent arrival of the Tiger City corpses, and then restarted the Unimog RV and prepared to leave here.

With Meng Wan'er, the three bronze-level evolutionaries, after hearing Han Feng's headless words, they planned to leave, and they looked at the RV in front of them a little blankly at the moment, and they were also confused.

However, when the engine sound of the Unimog RV had just sounded, Han Feng, who was about to set off, suddenly changed his face, and a sharp brake sound followed.

His attention was attracted by Meng Wan'er's side, a booklet spread out, although the purpose of this booklet seemed to be to ignite the bonfire that had just been extinguished, but the content of the booklet made his brows completely raised.

And the survivor team led by Meng Wan'er, after hearing the sudden sound of brakes, the heart that had just been put down was lifted again.

Hu Fenglei, who was already very nervous, even subconsciously pressed the firing button of the rapid-fire machine gun towards the Unimog RV.

Numerous machine gun shells, accompanied by a series of roars, erupted from the muzzle of the rapid-fire machine gun.