In the evening, Zhang Zhao and Li Zijing reported the list of personnel in charge of guarding the military rations, including Guo Rong, Langchen, Xiang Nan, Fang Dong, Song Dabao, Xu Haihai, and Ma Donglai. Li Zijing was still not at ease, and arranged for him to be two more clever team members when he was at the Xiangcheng base. A Tong Yuanquan who is not tall, but very sturdy, with dark skin, and Mo Xiaobei, who looks very gentle.

In addition to the people who originally had guns in their hands, several other people, Cheng Peng also transferred the guns from the hands of other team members, allocated them to them, and distributed a lot of bullets.

The things arranged by Li Zijing are often implemented as quickly as possible. That night, he arranged for someone to clear out all the vehicles that were to be used. The number of people in Zhang Zhao's group and those who needed to escort supplies back to the base added up to about twenty-five, which was already a quarter of the number of people in the base.

The stakes are so high that everyone dares not take it lightly when they go to the port to transport military rations. The person in charge of tidying up the vehicle makes sure that there is no problem with the vehicle. When the night was dark, they turned on the flashlight and finally worked until nine o'clock, when the car was checked and parked in order.

Han Weijun was the person who knew the inside story of this operation best, and at about ten o'clock, Zhang Zhao, Guo Rong, and Lang Chen were still lingering in his room. On the coffee table in the living room, a thick candle was lit, swaying from side to side in the night breeze. Wolf Fang lay on the couch and snoozed, tilting his ears sideways from time to time, as if he wanted to hear what these people were talking about. Han Dong nestled in the rocking chair on the balcony, looking at the night, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Guo Rong crossed his legs, smoked a cigarette, and buckled his feet. Langchen was half-lying on the sofa, his eyes half-open, yawning from time to time.

"The topography of the port is not complicated, there are five large exits, and they are all open when the flow of goods is high. Except for one office building, the rest of the places are used for stacking containers. In this operation, we must be fast, and the people who used to transport it will leave as soon as they load the goods. Han Weijun told Zhang Zhao the actual situation, 1510, and said: "As long as there are not many zombies in the port, there is not much risk in fact, even if we stay behind, there will be a safe place." ”

Through three hours of small talk, Zhang Zhao also roughly understood the situation of some ports. The port of Harbour City, the area is larger than the Harbour City urban area, there are five entrances and exits, which are marked by ABCDE, and the Harbour City Port Terminal is only one of the five major wharves in the Xiangcheng area. The docks in Harbour City are mainly used for the loading and unloading of freight containers, while the terminals for passenger transport and fishing are not so large, although they are located on the same coastline, they are separated by more than ten kilometers.

In Zhang Zhao's opinion, Han Weijun's words that were spoken all night were only useful, and it seemed that this seemingly shrewd person was deliberately avoiding something during this time. In terms of scheming, Zhang Zhao used his brain, Han Weijun may not be his opponent.

After listening to what Han Weijun said, Zhang Zhao was surprised: "The Harbour City wharf is so big, if you want to complete this thing as quickly as possible, there should be a lot of difficulty, the most basic point is that you can know the exact location of the goods?" ”

I thought that Han Weijun would be asked this question, but I didn't want him to just smile and said: "Team Zhang, you can rest assured about this, my friend and I have known each other for many years, and we often fool around together, and I often go to the dock, and I know his cargo location." ”

Zhang Zhao wanted to set him up, but he didn't want Han Weijun's answer to be leaky, even if there was really something to hide, he couldn't figure it out in a short time.

It wasn't until it was almost eleven o'clock that Zhang Zhao felt that the atmosphere was awkward, so he beckoned Guo Rong and Langchen to go. On the way back to the room, Guo Rong asked, "How is Han Weijun?" I always felt that he changed very quickly. ”

"This is also normal, after all, for him, we are all strangers, if it weren't for Han Dong's face, he wouldn't have agreed so happily." Zhang Zhao said: "The end is still not easy to mix, even if the people around him are still alive, they probably can't be contacted for a while, so it's better to find a team with a little strength to take refuge." At least, our team doesn't eat people. ”

"You can't eat people, if you can't do it, I think everyone will eat it. Hey, I'm feeling a little hungry and go get something to eat? Guo Rong said.

"I'm hungry too." Langchen also said.

Zhang Zhao shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile: "Now that materials are in short supply, every meal is rationed, and we can get preferential treatment now with this relationship." But if it is seen by others in the future, Sister Miaomiao's work will not be easy to do. ”

"We're great heroes, what's wrong with a few late night snacks, hey, but then again, this person has a lot of trouble, Langchen, right?" Guo Rong said in a low voice.

"That's right, there are few people at ease." Langchen nodded in agreement.

Zhang Zhao looked around, and every door was closed, and then said: "It's better to say less about this kind of thing in the future, so as not to be listened to and make trouble." ”

Having said that, the three of them involuntarily walked downstairs to the door of the storage room. However, the lights inside were turned off, and He Miaomiao and Qianqian were probably asleep. It's just that he is hungry, so He Miaomiao has to break the rules, and he has to be woken up, and the three of them feel embarrassed.

Zhang Zhao said to the two: "What should I do?" Why don't you go out for a walk and eat some northwest wind? ”

"It's better to eat the northwest than not to eat at all, let's go." At this point, Guo Rong had no choice but to lick his lips and say.

The team members who were in charge of the vigil along the way, when they saw the three of them, greeted them warmly. At the resort base, after nine o'clock, the lights outside are basically going out, one is to save energy, and the other is not to be discovered by other survivors in the dark. The three of them can only judge the route by the reflection of the ground.

The late autumn night was cold, and I couldn't help but shiver despite wearing three clothes. When I walked to the intersection between the mainland guard post and the restaurant below the hotel, I found a place to sit.

During this period of time, Langchen has been hanging out with the two of them almost every day, and he has gradually become a normal person when he originally spoke simply and simply. Idle and bored, Zhang Zhao suddenly thought of something, so he asked: "By the way, Langchen, where did you learn this skill, you are so good, your master should be quite famous." ”

"My master is just a farmer who has lived in the countryside for many years, and when he was young, he also traveled from south to north, and he learned a lot of things, but he really has no fame." The tone of Langchen's speech sometimes makes people think that it is a little like Guo Rong's illusion.

Since he said that he is not famous, then he is really not famous, and Langchen has never been a person who can speak politely and be modest. Guo Rong has also practiced martial arts, and since he was a child, he feels that he is also very good. The only person he has served since he was a child is his cousin Guo Kai, and since he met Langchen, he felt that he and Guo Kai, compared with others, were simply scum.

"I wonder how you came all the way to the south since you are in the north. As far as I know, whether it's going north or east, you don't have to go so far in the north. To tell you the truth, in my eyes, there is only one word to describe it, that is, a cow, if I were to walk such a long way alone, I really don't know where I will die. Guo Rong confided in the truth, and said his long-term admiration in this cold night, and even he himself got goosebumps when he heard it.

Langchen suddenly seemed to have something on his mind, and said, "I came to the south because I wanted to find my brother, who was in the south." As for the rest, I'll tell you when the time comes. These past few months, even for me, have been like a nightmare, and I can't even imagine that I can hold on until now. “

If it is in the daytime, you will definitely be able to see Guo Rong shrugging his shoulders, he and Zhang Zhao have a tacit understanding, and they have always wanted to find an opportunity to learn more about the very young but extremely powerful man in front of him. It's not that he has any doubts about Langchen, everything he does is to show his personality, he is crisp and neat, and he never beats around the bush. Just out of curiosity, for a powerful person, his past, must be full of color.

The three of them stayed until about twelve o'clock, and then slowly returned to the residence. When Zhang Zhao entered the door, it was pitch black in the room, he turned on the small flashlight he carried with him, put it on the table, and began to pack up the items he would bring tomorrow. Han Weijun was 100% sure that there were military rations at the docks of Harbor City, so there was no need to bring food. He loaded his backpack with all the bullets he had on hand, as well as some necessary items. On the table was a pistol holster made of torn jeans by Li Yan, and he smiled and put the pistol hidden in his coat pocket.

The two Tang knives that have been following him since N City are like two sleeping beasts, exuding an invisible momentum, but for the user, it is an incomparably powerful courage. Whenever he carried these two Tang knives, Zhang Zhao felt that his body was full of energy and a sense of security.

After tidying up, he crept onto the bed, and the ever-changing woman in the quilt had turned into a docile little lamb and pressed her warm body over.

"You haven't slept yet, have you?" Although the room was dark and there were no fingers, I could feel that Li Yan was still awake.

"Not yet, waiting for you." Li Yan whispered.

Even if she didn't say it, Zhang Zhao knew that since the outbreak of the zombie virus, Li Yan would not be able to sleep at all unless she was very tired that day. Even if you are ready to rest, as soon as you close your eyes, you will be a zombie and a depressed scene in your brain.

Zhang Zhao gently hugged her over, and only at this time could he relax a little and smell the fragrance. Two streams of warm heat, in the cold autumn night, almost melted together.

"I'll help you." Li Yan suddenly got up, turned over and got into the bed.

Zhang Zhao grabbed her hand, pulled her out, and said gently: "Wait for me to come back, hurry up and go to sleep." ”

If it was in the past, Zhang Zhao's behavior would definitely make Li Yan entangled in the search for the roots, but now, she didn't say anything, and quietly buried her head in Zhang Zhao's arms.

Night, silence.

Only the waves in the sea, the undercurrent are left.

(End of chapter)