Tang Yan turned a deaf ear to his words, got out of the off-road vehicle and ran directly to the channel on the right side of the water.

Sanpao glanced at the scene behind him, and said with a gloomy face: "Otherwise, leave him behind, and we will leave here." ”

Zeng Hua stared at Tang Yan's back for a while, shook his head, suddenly got up from the back seat, got out of the skylight of the off-road vehicle, turned the weapon rack backwards, turned on the safety of the M60 general-purpose machine gun, and shot a row of bullets at the living corpses running behind.

Tututu, protruding......

Living corpses continued to be shot and exploded, turning into broken corpses and pieces of flesh on the ground, but the speed of the living corpses rushing behind did not slow, drowning the corpses of their companions like a tide, and constantly approaching the off-road vehicle.

"Ah, I'm really fed up with you......" Sancang shouted in distress, pushed the car door, and leaned out of the co-pilot with half of his body, and the MP5 submachine gun in his hand spat out tongues of fire.

At this time, Tang Yan had already rushed into the ditch, and the miniature submachine gun flashed in the palm of his hand, shooting a string of bullets towards the black shadow in front of him.

Whew......

The mutant dog's scream was heard, and dark brown blood melted on the surface of the water.

At this time, the head of a mutant dog next to him stretched out into the water, and before it could tear off a piece of flesh from Tang Yan's ankle, the hand holding the butterfly knife was inserted into the water from top to bottom, and a blow pierced its neck.

One to solve two mutant dogs. The butterfly knife was drawn from the momentum, and it was shot to the right front by him at the same time as it brought a sudden surge of blood. A dark shadow struggled a few times before sinking into the water.

Tang Yan didn't hesitate, picked up the object that fell in front of him, turned around and ran back.

The machine gun on the roof of the car split a bloody path in the rear, and the stumps and broken arms were covered in a 100-meter range, but there were still many fish that slipped through the net and rushed to the wings of the body.

Sangun's face trembled, he had already exhausted the bullets of his two MP5 submachine guns, and only one May Fourth pistol and three rounds of ammunition remained.

Bang, bang, bang.

After three gunshots, a living corpse fell on the passenger side, and a living corpse fell outside the main driver's seat, and the door was pulled shut with a clatter.

At this time, Tang Yan bypassed the front of the car, flew up and kicked down a living corpse in a floral skirt that rushed over from the back of the car, stepped on a broken leg, climbed to the head of the living corpse on the driver's side of the off-road vehicle with both arms, drilled into the main driver's seat, and pulled the door handle inside.

Bang, the doors are closed.

Two gray fingers, skinny and boneless, slipped through the crack in the door.

When Zeng Hua got off the roof of the car, the off-road vehicle jolted, running over the body of the living corpse crawling below, like a bison breaking out of the encirclement.

The third artillery commander breathed a sigh of relief, and in a blink of an eye, he was startled when he saw the thing that Tang Yan threw at him when he got into the car, and said with an angry face: "You stopped just for a brute?" ”

The thing in his arms was still alive, a wild dog that could be seen through thin ribs, and there was a shocking wound a little above the base of his thigh, which should have been bitten by a mutant dog.

Just now, when the off-road vehicle turned and the headlights flickered, he only saw the figure of the mutant dog, and did not notice that there was an unmutated wild dog under siege in the canal.

The creatures living in the wasteland are no better than humans, and the vast majority of people will not have pets when they have no food and clothing. They swallow everything they can to fill their stomachs, allowing radioactive material to accumulate in their bodies, and most of the animals that survive have mutated, and there are very few animals that can maintain their original form.

This wild dog is indeed very rare, but for the three of them, it is not only useless at all, but also a burden.

Tang Yan concentrated on driving, and turned a deaf ear to the habitual complaints of the three guns.

Zeng Hua was silent for a moment and said, "You can't save it." ”

The wild dogs rescued by Tang Yan were already very weak, and now they were bitten by mutant dogs, and they were basically declared dead in a wasteland where there was a lack of medicine and food------ and it was certainly impossible for the Panda People Legion to waste expensive medicine on a dog.

"I think it's going to live."

The three guns scoffed at this: "What do you think...... You think you're going to be the king of the wasteland. ”

It's a combination of whining and sarcasm.

Tang Yan's answer was: "Who can say this kind of thing." ”

"Cut." The tone of the third cannon was full of disdain.

Zeng Hua sighed and did not speak. In his opinion, the man in the driver's seat has not let go of his nature as a scavenger, and generally speaking, scavengers or merchants who walk in the wasteland will domesticate livestock similar to mutated two-headed cattle to carry goods, and it can be said that they are the group of people who are closest to the creatures of the wasteland.

Even so, the man named "Li Xiang" in the main driver's seat risked his life to save a wild dog, and he still couldn't understand.

The conversation was aborted.

The third cannon felt the place where he hit the B-pillar just now and didn't know what he was thinking, Zeng Hua turned on the rear compartment light, took out a crumpled map of the peninsula from his clothes pocket, and looked for the way to the base of the Panda Man Legion in the dim light.

After rounding a small hill and driving forward for a while, making sure that a large number of living corpses had been thrown off, Tang Yan was a little more relieved and slowed down to find the main road.

According to the location provided by Zeng Hua, the base of the Panda Man Legion is about 49KM northwest of the base of the Black Saints.

After about half an hour of turning around the dirt road, the military SUV finally entered a northwest-facing avenue and headed for the location marked on the map.

At the same time, at the foot of a hill in the direction of the back door of the Black Saints base, a man with a slender figure looked behind him and sighed, turned around and continued walking.

If Tang Yan and Zeng Hua were here, they would definitely recognize the identity of this person------ it was the stuffy gourd man who entered the Black Saint Base with them.

………………

When the clock hand in the center console moves directly above, the off-road vehicle arrives at its destination.

Unlike the base of the Black Saints, the base of the Pandaren Legion sits on the ruins of the rolling mill, and from the exterior wall, it is not as imposing as the base of the Black Saints.

Behind the broken iron fence are metal plates of varying colors, with blood and bullet holes faintly visible in the dim light. Behind the metal plates are wooden walkways with patrolmen with guns.

The gate of the factory was open, and judging from the rutted marks on the ground, it had not been long since the vehicles belonging to the Pandaren Legion who had escaped from the Black Saints base had returned.

Zeng Hua opened the door of the rear compartment, said a few words to the person with a Type 95 assault rifle on his shoulder next to the door, and turned around and made a gesture towards Tang Yan.

The off-road vehicle made a low humming sound, and the car drove into the factory area with the envious eyes of the surroundings.

After experiencing a catastrophe like a nuclear war, 99% of the vehicles on the wasteland have been irreparably damaged, and owning a military off-road vehicle in this situation is naturally a very exciting thing for people living on the peninsula.

"That's ...... The Black Saints, the Prophet's car, right? A newcomer to the Legion looked at the ass of the car in the distance, his eyes full of shock.

The newcomer of the legion next to him puffed out a puff of smoke rings, reluctantly threw away the cigarette butt, looked at Zeng Hua, who was talking to someone at the door, and said, "That's something that the boss has coveted for a long time." ”

The newcomer took it for granted and said: "For the boss, does it make a difference who drives the off-road vehicle back?" ”

The old man of the legion bent his index finger and knocked it down on the top of his head: "Are you the leader of the Legion Leader the Razor Man Demon, can you snatch the loot of your subordinates?" Not to mention that Zeng Hua and the three artillery soldiers had a word before they took over this dangerous mission, as long as they successfully captured the Black Saints base, they would give 10% of the benefits to the two of them. ”

When the newcomer heard that there was a 10% benefit from completing the task, his eyes were suddenly like a torch.

The old man of the legion knocked on his head again: "If you don't want to die, you can perform your patrol duty well, Zeng Hua did a living by pinning his head to the waistband of his trousers." ”

The newcomer rolled his eyes while the old man of the legion was not paying attention, and muttered in a low voice: "How many people who live in the wasteland don't pin their heads to the waistband of their trousers......"

Tang Yan naturally couldn't hear the discussion of the members of the Panda Man Legion, the off-road vehicle drove into the factory and stopped, he pushed open the door of the driver's seat and came out of it to see several people surrounding him, constantly looking at his body with a vigilant look, as well as the dog that took over from the third gunner.

Zeng Hua quickly arrived, told those people that Tang Yan was a recruit who was about to join the legion, and frankly admitted that if it weren't for him, the two might have died in the tide of corpses.

In this way, the gaze of those people softened slightly.

Driving away the good deeds, Zeng Hua said: "The corps commander has not come back yet, and I don't know where he is now." ”

Hearing this, the three guns showed a worried look: "Da Liu told you? ”

Zeng Hua nodded, his face was not beautiful.

Although the Panda People Legion is a relatively loose organization in terms of membership structure, with that majestic person, it can at least maintain the stability of the surface and not fall apart.

In case he dies in the tide of corpses, the Panda Man Legion will definitely not be peaceful in the coming days, not to mention the deep relationship between the Lie Hand and Lei Lao Er, just saying that Tian Hu can make a mess of the Panda Man Legion.

Tang Yan had no interest in thinking about the future path of the Pandaren Legion, and even the life and death of the Legion Commander were left behind by him, and now the only thing he cared about was the dog in his arms.

"Where do I sleep?" He interrupted the conversation.