Prisoners of war were also part of the spoils of war.

Although they are subordinate troops, although they have done many evils, although they have killed too many people, and captured too many people, they are human beings, not monsters.

As long as you abandon your previous ideas and are willing to join the gang's subordinate army, you can clear your identity and become our people.

Greatness is not as simple as words. As long as you are willing to change, we can accept you. The difference between a good guy and a bad guy is as simple as that, it's all about one mouth. Because facts can be faked, the most successful and greatest people are, perhaps, themselves the most cunning liars.

No one refused. Because the word "refusal" could not have been in the minds of prisoners of war at all, nor was it a word that corresponded to their identity. Everyone understands that the end of refusal is death. Just like the young man who was shot before, the reason why he was targeted by the shot was because he kept crying. Everyone hates soft eggs and trash, and even the human rebels won't contain the Death-Fear. They usually rode on the wall, rebelling again and again, and only "staying alive" was their only position.

……

Inside the city.

There are flames burning in almost all streets. Various fabrics and furniture were pushed out of the windows and fell to the ground along with shards of glass. There are frantic and hysterical shouts around every corner, big and small, and you will never understand what those sounds represent. Because they are always changing, for different goals, different needs.

The screams of women were constantly heard in the building. Even the rebels walking on the road outside will be attracted by these screams, follow the source into the building, and then into the room where the source of the sound is located, and take the initiative to join the ranks of the perpetrators.

Seriously, there is not much difference between humans and beasts, especially when there is no legal and moral framework to bind them.

A rebel soldier picked up the butt of his rifle and smashed open a closed door with a few blows. He had fired a few shots at the bolt on the edge of the door panel, and the loose bolt had lost its binding effect. The door that was violently smashed open hit the man standing behind him impartially, and the bridge of his nose was broken, leaving his face covered in blood. Before he could scream, he was shot in the body by the rebel soldiers who rushed into the house, and he fell backwards and from the open balcony window.

The hostess was young and it was too late to escape. The rebel fighters killed sex, and with an accurate point shot, the bullet broke the left leg of the hostess. She screamed with all her strength, but was grabbed by the hair by the rough man who broke into the house, unceremoniously took off the bed, and tore off her clothes three times and two times, unfolding the most savage conquest of the female by the male creature.

Injuries have no effect on this. Although the woman was in terrible pain and bleeding from her legs, the rebel fighters riding on it produced a strong irritation. Perhaps thinking that the woman's screams were too loud, he picked up his angry fist and slammed it into the woman's face. In the end, when it was time to release him, he even pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger on the face of the woman who was already bloody and fleshy.

The next step is to search all the rooms inside and outside the home.

The rebels' backpacks were quickly filled with candy and medicine, as well as several different kinds of canned fruit.

The owner of the house, the man who had been killed earlier, was a human technician in the city of Usu. The mistress was the kind of wife assigned to him by the murderous corpse, selected from among the slaves. According to the regulations, technicians can get the best quality food, as well as scarce sweets such as chocolate, and even enjoy a certain degree of privilege. These include priority in the supply of alcohol, the right to change wives, the safety of family members (not to be sent to a food processing plant), and many other privileges in terms of vehicles and fuel.

Only a very small number of human beings are able to enjoy this kind of preferential treatment. In addition to the technicians, there are only human slave officials who have been selected by the murderous corpse and have been promoted. The quantity of high-quality food itself is small, and the number of human slaves who receive preferential treatment is naturally very small. Classes arise precisely because of differential treatment. This preferential treatment is enviable. In particular, out of the consideration of domination, the murderous corpses vigorously promoted the preferential treatment of the people in the city...... To a certain extent, this did have an effect, and it also attracted more human slaves who voluntarily surrendered. However, when the rebel infiltrators brought back the news, the rebels who learned the truth were completely furious.

We are human beings, we are all human beings!

Why can you get such enjoyment by taking refuge in monsters? But we who are desperately fighting for freedom and survival can't even solve the problem of food and clothing?

Those who have taken refuge in the corpses, those technicians with advanced knowledge and higher education before the outbreak of the virus, they do not deserve to be human. They are enemies, opponents who must be killed, abused.

Kill them all, and take everything that belonged to us and is now being taken by them!

There is no hatred without distinction, and there is no killing without distinction. This principle has existed since peacetime and will not disappear in the future.

The rebel fighters tore open a packet of cream biscuits and chewed them with their mouths open with the most rude movements. He glanced at the body of the hostess lying on the bed, and saw that she was still convulsing in pools of blood and minced flesh. It was a nerve contraction response, and it did not mean that the dead could be resurrected. The rebel soldier sneered and walked over, peeling the blood-stained stockings from the corpse's thighs, crumpling them and stuffing them into his pockets.

It's worth a lot of money, especially among survivors, and it can sell for a good price. Although it has been worn and stained with blood, it just needs to be washed. The collapse of civilization has left many goods in short supply, and female survivors who beg for a living in bars and nightclubs are in desperate need of stockings. Because men like it, they can also add their own charm.

There was a lot more to plunder in the room: high heels belonging to the hostess, cosmetics, sexy clothes in fashionable styles, and tampons that had not yet been opened, which were also rationed by the murderous corpses to the technicians.

Men like even more things: batteries, razors, shower gel, leather boots, sturdy and clean clothes...... Of course, among the many loot, it is also indispensable to avoid 1 pregnancy and 1 set and blood coins.

The former can be used in a wide range of ways: virus outbreaks have put human survivors at serious risk, more diseases have emerged, and squalid conditions and poor sanitation have led to the growth of germs. Especially women who work in bars and nightclubs will never tell you if they are "clean" or not. What's worse, some women are forced by life to go out to find guests even during their menstrual period———— under the threat of hunger, nothing is more important than a piece of dry steamed bun.

I don't know when there was a popular joke among the survivors: the blood washes the silver gun.

That's what it is.

Avoiding 1 pregnancy and 1 set is as important as life. This is definitely not a baseless advertising stunt by the manufacturer, but a reality that is happening. There are too many cases of 1 colonization and 1 organ ulcerating and pus, and then the germs spreading throughout the body and causing death, are simply countless. As long as it is a man with a normal mind, no one wants to die inexplicably because of this.

As for the Blood Coin, it is the official currency issued by the Zombies. Although those monsters are our enemies, no one can guarantee what the world will become in the future. This money is much better than gold, and maybe there is a chance that it will be used.

The whole city was thrown into chaos.

Everywhere you can see women being chased by men, and Bai Huahua's body and thighs can be seen in almost every corner of the city. Some are dead, some are still alive. The rebels have been suppressed for too long, and there is no such opportunity outside the city. Of course, there are women there, but those women are not free, and the prices are high. The price they offer for such things is worthy of even the most stingy devil.

A woman runs naked down the street. She has snow-white skin, which is extremely rare for female survivors, and her face is beautiful enough. The clothes on his body were obviously torn by brute force, and there was blood under his legs. She was crying for help with all her might, and her speed did not slow down in the slightest. Despite this, no one stepped forward to help her, and as many as thirty or so rebel fighters with excited faces and red faces chased after her.

God can testify that the woman who was running away was indeed a human being.

God can testify that the men who are chasing after him are indeed human beings.

The male chasers whose brains are controlled by hormones end up winning. They surrounded the poor woman in the middle and crushed her hard next to the wreckage of a dusty vehicle. The screams were mixed with weeping, and the cries of pain could not be described in any words. From a normal point of view, I really don't know what's so funny about this kind of thing. A lot of people gathered around and let out a loud laugh like fools, like idiots.

The rebel does have her own good reasons———— she is a traitor, the hated traitor among us. It is our right to deal with traitors with the most ferocious and cruel means.

The woman was actually very innocent. She was just caught by the murderous corpse, chose to obey, and lived in the city according to the requirements of the murderous corpse.

Judging between wrong and right, that's the job of philosophers.

In this city, blood and savagery are playing out.

This is the right of the victors.

……

Liu Tianming never thought that the woman would actually rush into the room he was in.

She was slightly chubby, not tall, and her round face was pale and seemed to be wearing a layer of makeup foundation. Very young, no more than twenty-five years old. He was wearing an old blue denim top with a pair of light gray tight yoga pants underneath. The white soft-soled shoes were just stained with a lot of black ash, and there was blood from somewhere.

The chaos in the city has nothing to do with Liu Tianming. He had no intention of stopping those people, and he had no interest in meddling. Anyway, the murderous corpse has been eaten, and Liu Tianming is about to leave.

(End of chapter)