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"I want to say that there is no problem? Do you believe it? Wei Zhonghua shrugged his shoulders and brushed his hand away.

"I believe it!" Bai Guangzhong suddenly said in a deep voice, as if he was very sincere!

Wei Zhonghua glanced at him: "Damn!" Fooling Lao Tzu again. He smiled and turned back.

"I 。。。。。。 But I didn't fool anyone! Bai Guangzhong watched him get into the car and nodded slowly。。。。。。 I only fooled myself!

No way! Say you're fat and you're gasping!

In the rearview mirror, Bai Guangzhong rubbed his brows lightly with his fists, and suddenly smiled, extremely bright.

Stupid ~!

。。。。。。

Lao Bai is not just mountainism! This guy is hiding a little deep!

Actually, he's right, right? If it is not broken, it will not stand, and then it will be broken, and the zombies will 。。。。。。 Maybe it's also an opportunity.

Wei Zhonghua shook his head, this kid has a set, he is old。。。。。。

The convoy was loaded with food and ammunition and drove to Yinzhou, Wei Zhonghua was fully enlightened, closed his eyes a little tired and opened them quickly, and he had been on the road for two months.

Camp Nine is as expected, there is no danger, but the situation in Yinzhou is becoming more and more dangerous, due to the consumption of the battle and the shelter of a large number of people, there is a serious shortage of food and ammunition, and more than half of the last supply was lost during transportation, and the truth is faintly coming, after all, zombies don't eat food, and people eat food. This time, a large number of supplies were delivered, and there was some desperate taste, and there was some preparation in advance, and there was no room for failure.

Halfway through the car, there were people dragging a bunch of zombies in front of him, and Wei Zhonghua stopped slowly, only hard.

Everyone spread out into a fan, quietly looking ahead, no longer excited.

It's been excited.

Bang...... Someone fired a gunshot, perhaps as a gesture.

Wei Zhonghua glanced coldly.

The team in front of them exploded suddenly, some teams rushed forward, and some were instantly drowned in the wave of zombies.

Call...... "The first and second teams answer!" Wei Zhonghua lowered his head and said into the walkie-talkie.

。。。。。。

"No way!" Wei Zhonghua said lightly: "This is military rations, you can't move!" ”

“。。。。。。 Just two bags! The man across from him smiled. Cook some porridge and drink it. ”

"Is it enough?" Wei Zhonghua turned the knife in his hand.

"You have to give it to the people, or you have to die here if you don't get to the camp!" Someone behind the man said that blood and ferocity were rushing to his face.

"Tsk。。。。。。 You're running so fast, I don't think you'll have any problem running to camp! ”

"Cheng 。。。。。。 We don't! The man bowed, "I just have to give the old and weak women and children something to eat。。。。。。 Do you think it's okay? ”

"Why not?" Wei Zhonghua approached sharply and grabbed his hand: "Good man。。。。。。 Brother's surname? ”

"Sir。。。。。。 Let's not do this, don't give your surname Jiang, Jiang Guoqiang. ”

Wei Zhonghua quickly opened the car door and dragged out a bag of rice from the cab, about 100 catties.

"Come, Brother Jiang, it's up to you, you cook some porridge for everyone。。。。。。 But I suggest you hurry up, zombies can't smell food and may smell people. Wei Zhonghua patted him on the shoulder, "Brother, we'll see you in the camp!" ”

"How?" Wei Zhonghua looked at the few people who stopped him, "What's wrong?" ”

“。。。。。。 Inadequate! ”

"Not enough! Didn't you say that? I don't think there are many old and weak women and children。。。。。。 Enough should be enough, right? Wei Zhonghua was instantly surprised.

Jiang Guoqiang was silent. Someone winked, and the old and weak cowered as they approached the grain cart.

Wei Zhonghua slowly retracted his smile and looked ahead, the soldiers were still fighting bloodily。。。。。。

"My people are still killing。。。。。。 Help us out?。。。。。。 You can give some after killing. "Say softly.

No one replied.

The old and weak were in front, pushing and shoving behind, and the wordless ferocity approached the grain cart together.

Suddenly, a dozen fighters jumped out of the grain cart and stood in front of the cart, without holding a gun.

An old man leaned over tremblingly, crossed the soldier's shoulder, gently stroked the bundled food bag, suddenly coughed violently, and the whole person attached himself to the warrior, and then slipped silently.

The warrior struggled to stand straight.

"Wow guys。。。。。。 Murder。。。。。。 ”

"How do you tell us to live。。。。。。 The 。。。。。。 of a Thousand Cutters ”

Everyone pounced, scolded angrily, and pushed 。。。。。。 Some soldiers saw blood in an instant, crookedly.

Wei Zhonghua slowly drew his knife, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Jiang Guoqiang expressionlessly: "。。。。。。 You're all energizing。。。。。。 Don't force me to do it. ”

"Done!" Jiang Guoqiang took a step back and waved his hand violently, "Let's go!" ”

Some warriors rushed over, and some zombies rushed after them, roaring and screaming。。。。。。

The fierce man carried the bag of grain and drove the crowd backwards with a curse.

"Old grandson。。。。。。 Get up. An old man knelt down and weakly pushed the old man on the ground.

"Old ball, let's go!" A black and white steamed bun smashed into his arms, which he quickly caught and subconsciously stuffed into his mouth.

"Grass!" Someone came up and made a gesture to kick it.

Wei Zhonghua frowned and looked over, the long knife slowly unsheathed, and its voice was like a groan.

"What for! Do! Jiang Guoqiang ran over and bumped into the man and patted the old man on the back.

The old man coughed so much that he couldn't stand up, Jiang Guoqiang patiently supported him, and after a while, he took out a drink bottle and fed him a few sips of water。。。。。。

A bunch of people walked away.

Wei Zhonghua split the zombie's head with a knife, turned around, and the knife light swirled and exploded.

Knife respite。。。。。。

There are soldiers who sort out some of the messy food packets。。。。。。

There was only one corpse left on the ground.

。。。。。。

There were people dragging a bunch of zombies in front of him, and Wei Zhonghua slowly stopped.

The crowd dispersed。。。。。。

Wei Zhonghua took a cigarette in his mouth and squinted at Shu Jun: "It's your turn." ”

Hum...... Shu Jun pulled on the mask.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Quick! There are armies。。。。。。 Help。。。。。。, ahhh ”

The closer he ran, the more he got behind, he was instantly drowned in the zombie wave.

"Three teams and four teams follow me!" Wei Zhonghua spit out the cigarette butt.

Run away。。。。。。

Passing through the flow of people and letting go of some of the people who rushed over, Wei Zhonghua's war knife hung on the side of his body, unhurried, just right, as if stepping on a cloud.

As if ruthless, he finally avoided the last woman。。。。。。 With a withered hand, Wei Zhonghua wedged between the woman and the zombie.

There was a bang, like thunder, and it crashed into the arms of the zombies.

The knife was shining, and Wei Zhonghua spit out the turbidity in his chest, with a faint pain。。。。。。 Rushing forward again, he threw out the grenade.

Rumble...... Rumble...... Three or five grenades exploded in front of them almost simultaneously.

Wei Zhonghua's sword unfolded。。。。。。

The woman got up behind Wei Zhonghua and fell again, moaning and groaning.

In the roar of zombies,

In the sound of explosions,

In the whistling sound of the sword dancing in the wind,

The voice came into Wei Zhonghua's heart.

。。。。。。 So he stayed here.

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