Excluding fuel, three C-130 transport planes carried a squad of more than 40 people and more than a dozen light combat vehicles, and only two or three tons of living materials were carried with them. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info but thanks to Zhou Qingfeng's toss in Mexico, Lena Fox's fuel supply is no longer so tight, and she can continue to airlift supplies to Zhou Qingfeng when necessary.

Zhou Qingfeng had already made up his mind to take this human settlement for himself, so after dawn the next day, he mobilized his men to chat with people in the stronghold. Just send a cigarette, an energy bar, or something, and you can immediately gain a lot of more in-depth information. And an even harsher reality lies ahead of the squad.

The Nyumagit outpost was set up with more than 2,000 people, but since the expansion of mutant creatures, half of the population has fled. The remaining 1,000 people have lost more than half of the nuclear winter that has lasted for four months, and now these 500 people are simply barely surviving, and it is difficult to protect themselves.

"Hoffman only brags, he can't help you much. But he has nearly 200 men under his command, and he controls the warehouse of the stronghold, so we all have to listen to him. ”

"There's a 'zombie' sniper operating near the stronghold, and it's said that the monster can control its body temperature when it's lurking, and it can't be seen by night vision devices. Originally, there were sentry posts on our walls, but since a few people died, no one dared to go up now. ”

"We're all actually waiting for death, everybody is waiting for death, everybody doesn't know why we're still alive? No one sees hope. We have been forsaken by God. ”

Each narrator is either numb or crying, as was the case with an emaciated woman wrapped in a dirty blanket in Zhou Qingfeng's command tent. Judging by her messy hair and sunken eye sockets, it's not an exaggeration to say she's a refugee.

A portion of instant noodles was boiled in a light boiler, and it was boiled into a liquid food because a lot of water was added, but the aroma was very full. The emaciated woman licked her lips while looking in the direction of the boiler as she spoke, if she wasn't afraid of Zhou Qingfeng and the others, she was afraid that she would have pounced on her.

Caterina filled a large bowl, let it cool a little, and handed it over. The emaciated woman was suddenly shocked, and asked with a twinkle in her eyes, "For me?" I can't afford to pay anything. I ......, am I just a *** or a worthless ******** what did you do before? Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"Before?" The emaciated woman was stunned for a moment, her thoughts seemed to have traveled through time and space, and her numb and rigid mind recalled a completely different picture from the present, which was so beautiful that people did not dare to think about it. "I'm already a high school teacher, teaching math. If you don't ask, I'll forget about it. ”

What a waste of human resources!

The Aurora Army has always struggled with a lack of high-quality talents, but there is a high school teacher here who is struggling to survive. Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and ordered to Rom beside him: "Go and count the identities of the people in the stronghold and record the valuable people." The next time the transport plane comes, I will take it with me. ”

"Yes, sir." Rohm took the order and left.

The emaciated woman was taking the big bowl full of noodle soup from Katarina's hand, she keenly heard Zhou Qingfeng's order, and hurriedly said, "Are you willing to take us away?" Where to take us? ”

"Give you a job and continue to teach math as a teacher." Zhou Qingfeng said gently: "You can drink noodle soup now, and we will find you a doctor later." All you have to do is live well and live with hope. ”

"Really? Is this true? Is it still possible for me to start my life again? "The emaciated woman was so happy that she couldn't hold the bowl in her hand, and the tear ducts that had long dried up burst into tears again, and they fell directly into the steaming noodle soup." Have I finally waited for the day I was rescued? ”

The emaciated woman is just a microcosm of the countless tragic lives in the last days, many people have not survived to the moment of hope, and everyone who can survive is precious.

At the same time that Zhou Qingfeng set out to control the stronghold and expand his strength, the people in the stronghold were also plotting against him. Hoffman was still drunk and confused last night, but at the moment his eyes are shrewd and ruthless.

"Have you figured out the equipment and number of people in this group?"

"I don't care where they come from, I just know that by swallowing them, we can get through the current difficulties."

"Originally, I wanted this group of people to fight those mutant creatures first, but they weren't fooled, so we had to do it ourselves."

In Hoffman's private room, five or six cronies were reporting to him. Someone asked: "Boss, this group of people is just afraid that it will be difficult to deal with, they are too strong." It's not enough for us to rush all of them! They shouldn't have been allowed in yesterday, at most halfway. ”

"Half? Get half of it done, and get the other half ready to come in, can you handle it? Hoffman slapped the man who spoke, and said viciously: "Later, I will ask the leader of this group to negotiate, and then I will immediately take them down."

At the same time, you instigated the people in the stronghold to besiege together, and told the dead ghosts to rush forward if they wanted to live. There were at most fifty of them, and as long as the timing of the attack was right, they would not be able to stop it in any way.

As long as we kill these people, our strength will increase dramatically, and we will be able to hold out in this damn apocalyptic world for longer. ”

Hoffman made a vicious decision, and just as he was desperate to make a big one, suddenly a cronie ran in from outside and shouted anxiously: "Boss Hoffman, those people are trying to win over the dead ghosts in our stronghold." ”

"Wooing? They're not stupid. But what can they use to win them over? This situation came as a surprise to Hoffman, who thought that the dead ghosts in his stronghold were useless as cannon fodder, and it was a waste of supplies to win them over.

"Cigarettes, sugar, and even food." The cronies who came to call the police felt incredible, "Those people are quite generous, I don't think they have much supplies with them, but they have come up with a lot of things to attract people." ”

Food? Co-opting a bunch of waste cannon fodder with precious food?

"Are those guys crazy?" Hoffman found this completely unreasonable, and he often made empty promises to win over people, but never gave actual benefits on the spot. "Fuck, can't you let them do that? This is my stronghold, my territory, and the dead are my people. ”

Hoffman was furious, he really didn't expect that the group who came yesterday actually had the intention of pumping him. He himself relied on the materials in his hands to control the entire stronghold, and now there is a more generous one, how can people bear it?

"Mobilize everyone in the stronghold and surround the camp of those guys, and they must be stopped from doing this." Hoffman, who couldn't sit still, immediately began to act, and to be honest, he was a little panicked - where is the fat sheep who was tricked into the stronghold? It's clearly a hungry wolf put into the sheepfold!

And when Hoffman and his team rushed to the temporary campsite of Zhou Qingfeng's action team, they immediately found that the situation was even worse than he imagined. There were several long queues that stretched out for dozens of meters, and the queue was full of people from the stronghold.

When I asked, I learned that the group that came in yesterday was doing a charity event, and everyone in the base could get a bowl of food for free.

Charity your sister!

Hoffman can jump three feet high, he has just planned how to deal with this group of people who appear inexplicably, but they are even faster. Worst of all, Hoffman found that many of the people in line to receive food were his people.

Nima, digging the foot of the wall is really neat! (To be continued.) )