Zombies are such a thing, everyone who survives in the last days knows it, whether it is an eighty-year-old man or a two-year-old child.

As the most common and the most threatening monster to humans, the word zombie can be said to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but around Fort Black Mountain, there is no one around, so the word zombie is only in the 'legend', but no one knows its characteristics.

Killing this zombie turned into by Zhu Rulong's subordinate 'Brother Zhang' in Black Mountain Fort, Huang Yi couldn't believe it, once upon a time, this kind of monster that was extremely terrifying to him actually died under his sword so easily!

"This is about strength, this is about the qualification to live", clenching the broadsword in his hand, the bright sword body reflected his expression, Huang Yi was so excited that he almost roared in the sky.

From now on, he is no longer a poor creature struggling at the bottom of the last days, he is already qualified to be called a hunter in this cold apocalyptic environment!

Once, he was the prey, and now, he is qualified to be a hunter, because, he killed a monster with his own hands, killed a zombie with his own hands!

"Zombies, the most terrifying monsters, and the weakest monsters...... Brother Zhang has become zombies, Black Mountain Fort, what has become of this time"? Huang Yi muttered to himself in a deep voice, strode forward, and walked towards the Black Mountain Fort in the distance in the darkness.

The ink clouds rolled, the dark sky, the dead vines and old trees, the low roar, the yin wind roared, Huang Yi was like a lonely traveler, walking on the desolate and dark land.

The outline of the Black Mountain Fort had already appeared in his sight, and in the darkness, the small hill loomed, like a tomb, like a dormant beast, a place where at least a thousand people had died in ten years.

Montenegro should become the mountain of death, at least for people like Huang Yi who once struggled at the bottom, but this is also the last place for them to survive.

In the cold wind as cold as a knife, in front of the Black Mountain Fort, outside the small hole, a bonfire was burning, the cold wind blew, the flames were running around, and on the bonfire, a big pitch-black iron pot was hung by iron chains, and in the iron pot was a churning turbid hot soup.

The water vapor rises, and the grass roots, tree bark, unknown plants, some bones, and the messy pot of boiling in the hot soup make the people around them stare at it like hungry wolves.

Around the campfire, dozens of people stared at the iron pot, each with a worn-out bowl in their hands, and after a while, they could get a bowl of 'old soup' mixed with an unknown number of things, and the old soup that had been boiling for an unknown amount of time.

Although it is just a bowl of old soup that makes people sick in both taste and smell, this is the happiest moment of the day for dozens of people around, and only by eating it can they survive.

"It's ...... to open the meal," an indifferent voice sounded, and the long-handled spoon tapped the edge of the pot like a dog.

However, no one cared what the attitude of the chubby 'chef' was, and they rushed over ......!

After getting a bowl of 'old soup' in the bowl in everyone's hand, the fat chef took a few people to carry away the iron pot with a small half of the food left, and entered the cave, and the next time, he added something new to it and boiled a pot for others to eat......!

The dwarf melon-like cook, separated from the others, came to a cave with small eyes to ventilate.

In comparison, this is the real kitchen, the pots and pans are not bad, and many of the utensils contain a small amount of food, and even a little oil and salt and other spices.

I don't even know where the chef grabbed two handfuls of rice, boiled them in small pots, and added some things such as 'meat ears', 'beef balls' and 'sweet bamboo shoots' to make a delicious porridge.

The meal is ready, a total of eight dishes, just a few things over and over, and a jar of delicious porridge, compared to this, this is what people eat, this is 'delicious'.

With these things in hand, the cook went to the very point of the cave, knocked on the door, and walked in.

It is a spacious and bright cave, and the charcoal burning inside not only illuminates the place, but also dispels the cold.

"Boss, it's time to eat", the cook bowed his head and said with some grovelling, not even daring to look up too much to look ahead.

In front of him, on a stone bed, Zhu Rulong, who was fatter than a cook, lay lazily, and beside him, three young women cowered and scouted him, pinching his shoulders and beating his legs, and even feeding him something like fruit.

"Well, let the others come and eat together", Zhu Rulong sat up straight and nodded.

The meal was arranged, and soon Zhu Rulong's subordinates all came here, including the cook, and finally twelve people gathered in the deepest cave of the Black Mountain Fort.

Three Zhu Rulong's women, Zhu Rulong himself, a chef and seven Zhu Rulong's subordinates, these are the real people of Montenegrin Fort!

While eating, the three women and the cook could only watch, waiting for Zhu Rulong and several of his subordinates to finish eating before it was their turn.

When only the leftovers remained, the cook and the women began to eat, and although it was only leftovers, it was a hundred times more delicious than those outside.

That's the gap!

After the meal, several women cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and the chef came to Zhu Rulong not far away and said worriedly: "Boss, we don't have much food, if we don't look for some to come back, everyone will have nothing to eat for two days at most!"

Hearing this, everyone, including Zhu Rulong, frowned, and even a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.

Collecting food is done every once in a while, but each time is a life and death ordeal.

"In that collection more than 20 days ago, there were originally ninety-three ordinary people in Montenegro Fort, but in the end only fifty-one were able to come back, half of them died outside, not to mention, and they didn't bring anything back, not only that, but the original twenty of my subordinates are now only seven ...... now", Zhu Rulong said with a deep frown.

The dwarf winter melon-like cook opened his mouth and didn't speak, collecting food was not his business, he was just responsible for cooking, and it was also not the business of the three women, because they only supported and served Zhu Rulong.

"Boss? Is it to schedule a collection task tomorrow?" One of Zhu Rulong's subordinates asked, they were combatants, Zhu Rulong's right-hand man, and they didn't need to be submissive like everyone else.

"I'm thinking about a question, there are so few people in our Black Mountain Fort, so few that it is extremely difficult to survive, is it time to give up here and find another way to live"? Zhu Rulong said in a deep voice, as if he was talking to himself.

"Give up here"? Someone exclaimed, looking at Zhu Rulong for some reason.

"Yes, give up here, you have also seen the situation, there are fewer and fewer people here, and there is no need to continue, it is better to give up here and find a better place to live", Zhu Rulong said with a smile.

"Does the boss have a goal"? The dwarf winter melon chef hurriedly asked, showing his presence.

"About thirty kilometers away from Fort Montenegro, there is an ironwood village, where there are more than a thousand people, and the combatants alone are close to three hundred, I wonder, should we go there to take refuge in them? With my ability, it's easy to get out there, when the boss doesn't dare to think about it, but it should be no problem to sit in the top five, although I can't be the boss, but I can live better, what do you think"? Zhu Rulong frowned slightly.

Although it is said that it is better to be a chicken head than a phoenix tail, in order to survive, none of this matters.

"It's okay for the boss to decide, we will all follow you", Zhu Rulong's subordinates immediately expressed their loyalty.

"Well, this is not in a hurry, wait and see, arrange another collection task tomorrow, and if we encounter danger again, we will find a way to go to the ...... of Tiemu Village", Zhu Rulong made a final summary.

Black Mountain Fort is thirty kilometers away from the Tiemu Village in Zhu Rulong's mouth, which seems not far, but in the dangerous wilderness, these distances are no less than the moat!

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However, at this time, not far from Black Mountain Fort, after a long absence, Huang Yi returned here again, back to this ...... where he had survived for ten years.

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