"Hurry up, those infected don't usually go into the bushes, but if they do, we're no match."

Song Xiaya lowered her voice and explained to Leng Hao.

Leng Hao had just seen clearly, at least hundreds of monsters, these monsters that kept spitting out scorpion tails from their mouths, were not something they could resist at all.

"Damn, do we really want to be rats for the rest of our lives?"

Unlike Song Xiaya, who has already experienced too many tribulations in the last days, Leng Hao, who has only been here for less than a few days, is still a little unhappy in his heart.

Isn't it just thousands of monsters, machine guns in front, grenades in the back, and up to two mortars, absolutely perfect ending.

Leng Hao, who has acted in a lot of anti-Japanese dramas in Hengdian, is a little habitual to despise the enemy, after all, he has seen all the hand-torn devils, and this scum is not enough to see.

"Then go and fight them, my hero."

Song Xiaya said without looking back.

"Later, there will be opportunities later."

Leng Hao said with some stumbling.

Now he has neither a firearm nor a cannonball, and his weapon is nothing more than a spear made of a Swiss army knife.

The gap between reality and ideals is always too far apart.

"Whoa!"

Just as the two of them were running, some trees flickered not far from them, and two figures sprang out.

The nervous Leng Hao and Song Xiaya immediately clenched the weapons in their hands.

What ran out was a pair of young men and women with pale faces, and they were also startled when they saw Leng Hao in front of them, and reflexively clenched the machete in their hands.

"We are fleeing, don't make too much noise."

The young man seemed to have some experience, and immediately whispered, and at the same time, pulled the girl next to him and took a step back.

"Let's go!"

Leng Hao and Song Xiaya nodded at the two of them, did not speak, and also kept walking.

At this time, Leng Hao realized that there were actually some people in this wood.

The leaves were flickering in many places, but they were not gathered in different directions.

"I don't know what the heads are doing around here? All this manpower is wasted. ”

As he gradually went deeper into the jungle and moved away from the threat of those parasites, Leng Hao also had time to think nonsense.

"Huhu, it's getting harder and harder."

Song Xiaya leaned against a big tree, her chest rising and falling violently.

Not far away, a young man and a woman were also very experienced, leaning against the big tree, resting and looking around vigilantly.

Only Leng Hao lay on the ground with his back on his back, his face flushed, and he was gasping like a bellows.

In fact, Leng Hao's nutritional status should be better than the three people present, but he still maintains his previous living habits.

Don't look at Song Xiaya, they have lived in the wild for a long time and are a little malnourished, but it doesn't mean that they are worse than Leng Hao in long-distance running.

Originally, the pair of young men and women seemed to have a good impression of Song Xiaya and Leng Hao, but now seeing Leng Hao's four-body expression and about to die, they stopped taking steps.

Looking at the somewhat suspicious and sympathetic eyes of the man and woman, Song Xiaya couldn't help but kick Leng Hao hard.

"Oh, what are you kicking me for? Isn't that what you call out of danger? ”

Leng Hao lay on the ground and screamed.

Suddenly, he was greeted by Song Xiaya's annoyed and angry gaze, as well as the white eyes of a man and a woman not far away.

"Yu'er, let's go."

The young man with a shaved face but a little untidy nodded at Song Xiaya, pulled up the girl next to him and was about to leave.

They don't want to be associated with this obvious burden.

Leng Hao turned over and sat up: "Hey, what kind of eyes do you have?" I'm tired, what's wrong with my rest? ”

At this moment, the young woman turned around one by one and shouted in a low voice, "There is someone in front of you, be careful." ”

The young man who heard her shout didn't say a word, but waved the machete in his hand, cut off a few tangled branches, and moved closer to the big tree behind him.

At the same time, Song Xiaya also leaned her back against the tree behind her, clenching the dagger in her hand, only Leng Hao's reaction was slow.

"Hey, hey, sure enough, there are a few rats here."

A somewhat magnetic man's voice sounded, and the figures of four men appeared in front of Leng Hao.

They were dressed in camouflage combat uniforms similar to Song Xiaya's, and they all carried backpacks.

The big man who came out first was carrying an eighty-one bar rifle in his hand.

And the three people behind him, one of them held a strange-looking crossbow in his hand, and the other two were holding a dark mountain knife in their hands.

Except for the firearm that made Leng Hao's pupils dilate, the equipment of these people was obviously much better than that of Song Xiaya and the others.

The labor protection boots under their feet, the backpack behind them, and the dagger on their belts all made them full of confidence in the face of Leng Hao.

"Who are you?"

Leng Hao propped his hands on the ground, looked at the muzzle of the gun in front of him, and slowly stood up.

"They're slave catchers!"

Song Xiaya looked at the few big men in front of her with some resentment.

"Two women, the goods are not bad."

"These two men are barely young coolies."

The middle-aged man at the front who was holding an eighty-one bar didn't pay attention to Leng Hao at all, but just waved the firearm in his hand.

"Put all your weapons down, honestly. Otherwise, the gun will not recognize people. ”

Leng Hao immediately raised his hands honestly, his weapon was a broken spear, and it was useless to deal with these guys.

"Yu'er, you go quickly!"

The young man pushed the girl behind him, and at the same time raised his machete himself and rushed towards the big man in the lead.

"Whoosh!"

The man with the gun didn't shoot, but a crossbow bolt came from behind him and stabbed him in the shoulder.

"Brother!"

When the girl who was about to run away saw this scene, she immediately let out a terrible scream, waved the dagger in her hand, and turned around and rushed towards these big men.

"Idiot!"

Song Xiaya scolded secretly and kept her upper body still, but her feet were constantly digging into the soil near her toes.

"Bang!"

There is no doubt that the girl who rushed was smashed in the face by the big man wielding the butt of his rifle and fell to the ground instantly.

"Brother!"

The crying girl reached out to the young man who was struggling to stand up, but her hair was grabbed by a man with a mountain knife in his hand.

"Hehe, it's quite young, it's a good thing."

With the sharp blade of the mountain knife, gently sliding over the girl's cheek, the man smiled fiercely.

"Big brother, big brother. I don't know them, let's go right away, let's go! ”

Leng Hao raised his hands high, with a flattering smile on his face, trying to retreat.

"Click!"

The big man with the gun reflexively opened the safety and pointed the muzzle of the gun at Leng Hao, who was pale and about to pee.

"Get out of here!"

Leng Hao cried with a sad face, and reluctantly approached the big man. Looking at Leng Hao's timid appearance that didn't need to be concealed at all, the big man smiled proudly.