"Damn, don't fall into the hands of Lao Tzu."

Looking at the distant convoy, a fierce man scolded in a low voice.

"That's it, that's it."

An obscene-looking man next to him flattered the fierce man: "But this material is really fucking greedy!" ”

A few men scolded a few times, so they had to continue patrolling the gate.

In the convoy, Yang Bing sat in the carriage, and in the carriage were the soldiers in tattered military uniforms, and he was asking a few people what had happened in the past few days along the way.

It's just that they have been following the concise style of the soldiers, and a few people quickly told them about what happened in the past few days, Yang Bing didn't ask, they didn't speak, and then the car fell into peace.

Yang Bing sighed, then turned his head and began to look at the scenery outside.

The gathering place in front of him was a dilapidated scene, the iron fence creaked in the breeze, and in front of several simple houses hung a few mutilated zombie corpses, they were rotten and moldy, and white greasy maggots as thick as thumbs were burrowing in and out of the carrion, and Yang Bing seemed to be able to smell the foul smell of zombie carrion through the car window.

There were some tired patrolmen standing on the road, and this tiredness was shared by most of the people in the gathering place, full of negative emotions such as despair and misanthropy, because they could not see, let alone know where the hope was

After passing through the neighborhood, Yang Bing saw rows of rudimentary tents, groups of ragged people gathered on both sides of the uneven road, some hiding in the corners shivering; Some are already dying, barely able to open their eyes; Others lay quietly on the dirty ground, silent, and with a dead face.

"Didi!"

Suddenly, the shrill sound of a car dripping sounded.

The driver at the head of the convoy poked his head out: "Damn, looking for death, get out of here!" ”

The road at the front of the convoy was blocked, and I saw dozens of unclothed men and women standing in front of the convoy and kowtowing. A yellow-skinned woman held the baby in her arms, biting her shriveled tits, and begged the convoy to give her some food, and among the dozens of people who kept kowtowing, except for a few yellow-faced and thin-skinned adult men, there were only old people and children who looked quite miserable.

"Get out of here!"

The driver is still scolding, unmoved, although before the end of the world, this driver is also a loyal and honest person, from time to time will also send kindness, but this cruel end of the world has worn out his kindness, not to mention that these materials Wang Fan has his own distribution, even if he takes some out of them privately, then there will definitely be hundreds of refugees swarming immediately, if not for these refugees who come up later, it will arouse public anger, just like the gathering place of the refugee riot in the South Shore area not long ago, when the convoy was really in danger, may not even be able to keep people with cars.

Seeing that these people were still pleading, Lu Liu, who was sitting in the second row of trucks, gave the lean young man on the side a look, and the lean young man immediately understood, took the rifle handed over by Lu Liu, and poked his head out of the window to shoot a shuttle of bullets.

Bang Bang Bang!

All of a sudden, there was a loud gunshot, and this honest young man who was as honest as a rabbit who was cleaned up by Lu Liu was not merciless in the face of these refugees.

Poof, poof!

Although the lean young man's marksmanship was greasy, a shuttle of bullets was fired, and the first few of the dozens of people were still shot and fell in a pool of blood.

"Ahh Yes! ”

There was a strange howl of ghosts and wolves, and the remaining refugees fled in a scream. All that remained were a few refugees who had been shot and rolled on the ground.

"Damn, save me some bullets!" Lu Liu hated that iron could not become steel, and slapped the young man in the mouth again.

"Buzz"

The convoy continued to move, ignoring the few refugees who were still struggling on the ground in front of them, and when the dust fell clearly, only a few dusty human-like objects were left in place.

Yang Bing looked at everything that happened in front of him through the car window, but he was completely indifferent, to be honest, since Deng Wei's death, the life and death of these strangers have been completely unable to arouse a trace of pity from him. He just watched quietly, and no one knew what was going on in his mind.

Although the soldiers on the opposite side looked unbearable, they did not say anything to stop them. I guess I thought I had been taught a lesson or something.

Yang Bing didn't have the heart to speak, and several soldiers were naturally silent, and they didn't say anything all the way, and soon the convoy drove to a separate camp in the gathering place, and outside the camp was a circle of sharp barbed wire.

Yang Bing got out of the car with a few people and looked at the camp. There is no need to guess, this is Wang Fan's temporary residence.

Sweeping away this simple camp at a glance, two groups of people with different temperaments came out in clear isolation. But he didn't care so much, he just wanted to know what happened next.

"Let's go, take me to see your company commander Tang Shanhuai. Everyone else is gone. Yang Bing glanced at the situation of the camp and said to the few soldiers who had been by his side since he got off the bus.

It's just that Lu Liu, who was directing the convoy to unload the goods, had been paying attention to Yang Bing and the others, and when he saw Yang Bing following the big-headed soldier, he immediately scolded: "Dog, pretending to be high, in the end he is still a villain who can only rob grandpa's credit." ”

Yang Bing followed the platoon commander to the center of the camp and stopped in front of a small three-story building.

"This is it. Battalion commander, wait a minute, I'll go and report it. The platoon commander stopped and said writhingly.

Yang Bing knew that he was worried about something, and he was not embarrassed, he said, "Go ahead, I'll take a look around." ”

Listening to my Yang Bing's words, the platoon leader breathed a sigh of relief and ran in quickly.

Yang Bing ignored the others and looked at the small building, only to see that there were dozens of people on guard around it, and three old-fashioned machine guns were placed on the roof of the building.

It was only a few minutes later, Tang Shanhuai trotted out with the platoon commander who went in to report, and when he found Yang Bing's figure, he immediately said loudly: "Report, Tang Shanhuai of the third battalion and one company reported to the commander." ”

"Hehe, I'm not from an authentic military background, I don't have to be so formal here, I can save these things in the future. By the way, I see that you kid is doing quite well. Yang Bing smiled faintly.

"Report, I made a mistake, please punish the chief." Tang Shanhuai bowed his head with a guilty face.

"Having said it, needless to say, you don't want me to stand here all the time, do you?" Yang Bing waved his hand.

"Oh, battalion commander, please come into the house." Tangshan paused for a moment.

The two went up the stairs together, turned a corridor and entered the hall on the second floor of the small building, Yang Bing looked at it, and then walked to a sofa and sat down.

"Come, sit down and tell me what's going on with you. And what is the situation with Commander Zhang? Yang Bing saw Tang Shanhuai, who was still standing at the door, and waved his hand.