To the south of Nanshi, Unit 404 is stationed at the base of Nanshi.

In a dilapidated semi-underground barracks.

There was a squeak at the door, and a tall strong man walked in quickly with his head down, and put a handful of domestic micro punches in his hand on the dusty table.

There was a middle-aged man sitting at the table, medium build, extremely athletic, with two thick eyebrows frowning, and a clear word "Chuan" was squeezed out of his forehead.

He picked up a military kettle on the table and handed it to the strong man who had just come in, and asked eagerly:

"Da Fei, how is the situation outside, has the tide of corpses receded?"

The strong man didn't speak, took the kettle and unscrewed the lid, raised his head and poured a few big mouthfuls of "coo-dong-dong", and then took a few breaths and said:

"I haven't retreated, but it's already gone, and it looks like I'm heading north." Then he looked down at the middle-aged man's leg and said, "Platoon leader, are your legs okay?" ”

"It's okay! It's just a stone, it didn't break, and it will be fine in a few days! The middle-aged man said, his thigh was wrapped in a thick bandage, and the red blood had seeped to the outermost layer.

Then he raised his head, looked at the strong man in front of him gratefully and said, "Thank you Da Fei, if you hadn't sacrificed your life to save me, I would have died under the bridge......"

"Platoon commander, don't say that, you saved my life! Isn't that what I should have done to save you? The strong man pulled a chair and sat down.

"Hey~ It's a pity, I still didn't save your arm after all...... middle-aged man looked at the strong man's empty left sleeve with regret.

The strong man also touched the sleeve on his left side, he had gradually gotten used to it these days, but the pain of a broken arm was still yesterday. The sadness on his face flashed, and he turned to look at the middle-aged man with a smile and said:

"It's okay, a few arms are better than no life, if you hadn't cut off my arm immediately, I'm afraid I would have been like those walking dead outside!"

This strong man is Yi Tian's brother Da Fei.

On the same day, he was chased by a corpse dog in the villa community, and Da Fei thought that he was going to die, but fortunately he was rescued by the middle-aged man in front of him.

The middle-aged man, Hu Jun, 46, was a platoon leader of a team of 39 people, and now only half of the team of nearly 40 people remains.

"At that time, I saw that you had just been bitten by a zombie dog, and I only wanted to save your life, so I ...... Don't hate me......" Hu Jun smiled reluctantly, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes crumbling.

Da Fei immediately shook his head and said, "How could it be! I appreciate that you didn't even have time to ......"

As the two were talking, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall, slightly thin young man walked in.

"Uncle Hu!"

The young man shouted and walked straight towards Hu Jun.

"Uncle Hu, do you have anything to eat? I'm starving! ”

The visitor only glanced at Hu Jun when he entered the door, and then scanned the entire room, searching for anything that could be eaten in his stomach.

I didn't even look at Dafei from beginning to end.

Da Fei sat on the chair and looked at the young man quietly, with disgust in his eyes.

The casual clothes on this person are no longer discernible in color, except for a delicate beaded necklace around his neck and a famous watch on his wrist, which represent his previous rich life.

has been with him for many days, of course Da Fei knows him, a second-generation brain-dead official with low eyes and skills.

The young man's eyes are deep-set, his yellowed face is covered with dirt, and his slightly curly hair is messy, but even so, he is still slightly handsome.

Coupled with the identity of the second generation of officials, this person must be a handsome son who recruits girls before the end of the world.

Hu Jun licked his chapped lips, his belly was already empty, and he looked up at the young man in front of him, the excessive hunger had already made him a little embarrassed.

With a deep sigh, he bent down and fumbled around his mountaineering bag for a while, then took out a can of canned food and slowly placed it on the table.

"Zichao, there is still a can of canned food, take it and eat it......" Hu Jun's tone was like looking at his own child.

This is a tin box of canned pork liver, which was everywhere on supermarket shelves before the end of the world, but now, it is more precious than anything.

The young man's eyes lit up, staring at the cans on the table, and his hands, which were trembling with excitement, were already grabbing the table quickly before Hu Jun could finish speaking.

At the same time, Da Fei next to the table suddenly stood up and pressed the can on the table.

A large hand covered the tin can, and the smaller hand below writhed violently, and the can remained as if it were nailed to the table.

The young man put his hands together, and the knuckles of his fingers clutching the can turned white, but he still couldn't take the can into his arms.

"Xu Fei! What the hell are you doing? ”

The young man shouted at Da Fei with tears in his eyes.

Da Fei snorted coldly, his big hand like an iron tong was still pressing the can, and he also said angrily: "Chen Zichao, do you know that the platoon commander hasn't eaten for three days, and he is not willing to eat this can!" ”

Chen Zichao was stunned when he heard this, but he did not give up snatching the cans.

"Big Fly!"

Hu Jun shouted Da Fei in a low voice, the meaning was obvious, it was to let Da Fei let go and give the canned food to Chen Zichao.

"Platoon commander!" Da Fei turned his head to look at Hu Jun, his clenched teeth made his cheeks bulge for a while, "This is our last bit of food!" Do you want to starve yourself to death!? ”

"It's okay, I'm still alive, Zi Chao is young, and his physical strength is fast, let's give him food......"

Hu Jun's reluctant eyes swept over the cans on the table, looked at Chen Zichao, and said helplessly.

"Why don't you let go? This is what Uncle Hu gave me! Chen Zichao increased his strength again, and even kicked the table leg with one foot, and dragged the can back desperately.

Da Feiyuan's eyes drooped down, and he shook his head helplessly, and his hand holding the can was also loosened.

Chen Zichao instantly fell to the ground with the can, rolled in a circle and hit a bed.

As if he didn't feel pain, he got up quickly, and without even patting the dust on his body, he hurriedly unscrewed the pull tab of the can.

Suddenly, a smell of meat permeated, and Hu Jun and Da Fei couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Chen Zichao's face was full of joy, and he stretched out two fingers and dug out a large piece of reddish-brown pork liver in the can, and couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth.

"Oh~"

After only three or two chews, I swallowed it in one gulp, as if I had tasted the most extreme delicacy in the world, and I licked my fingers and exhaled freely.

"Thank you, Uncle Hu—" After leaving a simple word of thanks, he had already run out of the door with the can.

Da Fei sat on the chair and said angrily: "Platoon commander, what is the use of you saying that you are so good to this kind of person? ”

"Who made his father my old chief......

"It was a lifesaver and a great help for your child's surgery...... I've heard you say these things more than a dozen times! Hu Jun smiled bitterly and before he finished speaking, Da Fei continued, "But to repay the kindness, you can't ignore your own life or death, right?" ”

"It's okay, after a day, when my legs can move, we'll go out and find something to eat!" Hu Jun tried to exert force on his legs, but the sharp pain from the wound forced him to grit his teeth.

"You indulge him like this, and sooner or later let him drag him to death! Xiao Qi, didn't they just let him kill them? He slammed the table with a bang, and the kettle and submachine gun on the table trembled.

"Hey!" Hu Jun sighed heavily, several of them were his brothers for two years, how could they not be sad? It was only because of Chen Zichao's running away that several of them were surrounded by zombies and died.

"Forget it, what's the use of talking about this now......" Hu Jun closed his eyes sadly, not wanting to recall these heart-cutting pains.

"Hey......" Da Fei looked at Hu Jun's sad appearance and didn't continue.

After the two were silent for a while, Da Fei got up and said, "It seems that the wave of corpses just now is not coming at us, it seems that it is heading towards the urban area of Nanshi in the north, but I don't know if there is a corpse tide behind...... I'd better go check it out. ”

"Well, be careful!" Hu Jun nodded.

Da Fei walked towards the door, just a few steps, seemed to think of something and turned back, took out a military compressed biscuit from his trouser pocket, threw it on the table, and then raised his legs and walked out of the barracks.