"Kill!" In the night, all the zombies had run out, hysterical and crazy, and the refugees who followed them formed a group of three or five people to fight the zombies.

They need mourning crystals, because Zheng Yifan promised that they only need one mourning crystal to eat a hot meal in the makeshift canteen.

It was a big pot dish made of rice, beef, mutton, pork, all kinds of canned meat and wild vegetables, and I don't know where to get it. Condiments such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are even more sufficient.

No one disliked the fact that these shoddy cauldron dishes, which few people were willing to eat before the end of the world, were difficult to eat, and no one asked where the canned food and vegetables came from, everyone lowered their heads and wished that they could swallow their tongues.

They have eaten tree bark, swallowed Guanyin soil, and eaten it is simply a trivial meaning, as poor people, those illegal black-hearted cans outside the city have also been secretly eaten.

Now, there are serious cattle, sheep and pork, and fresh vegetables, who is willing to let go.

For the sake of these vegetables, they bullied the lone zombies in groups, and each of them was divided into two mop handles, and the sharpened mop handles in their hands became the best means to deal with the zombies.

Four or five people took a mop and shot the zombie into a bloody hole, and then smashed the zombie's head with a mop with a mop to try to knock it down, followed by inhumane abuse.

Zombies often have dozens of mops around their necks before they can die.

They are constantly killing zombies and reaping the spoils of war.

Watches, mobile phones, banknotes, wallets, accessories. These things can go to Zheng Yifan, the captain of the war squad and the big leader of the new gathering place, to get huàn food.

In this era, having a place to exchange huàn food is the greatest blessing.

"Captain, what should we do next?" Zuo Weiguo sat beside Zheng Yifan, nibbling on the chicken leg vigorously.

In front of him, there were seven or eight boxes of roast chicken sausages on top, and more than a dozen cardboard boxes with food underneath, all of which Zheng Yifan had moved out of the basement.

The original ancient buildings in Tianrui Pass have been repaired by those experts, and now they are ancient skins, reinforced concrete bones, and the home furnishings inside are very elegant.

Only a few of these houses were damaged, the others were intact, and every room was cleaned by the refugees, not a single zombie was spared.

The house had been looted after the end of the world, and there was nothing left, only the simplest wooden bed and furniture such as tables, chairs, benches, etc.

Now, the house occupied by Zheng Yifan is the house of the General Soldier's Mansion, and there are no more pavilions and pavilions in the house.

In the lobby of the General Soldier's Mansion, there were seven or eight industrial flashlights, illuminating the entire room with almost no shadows, and a total of seventeen slaughterers and Han Rui's mother and daughter accompanied Zheng Yifan to feast at the largest table in the main hall.

their families, friends. has been automatically promoted to a manager, with the supplies distributed by Zheng Yifan, waiting for the refugees to come and redeem huàn. At this time, there is nothing wrong with employing nepotism, even if there is a danger of being held hostage, but he still has the strongest force, and there is always a chance to solve internal problems in the future, and now it is as good as possible to settle down.

As for the food, it is all managed by these new managers, and it is natural that you can eat a mouth full of oil.

"This ......" Zuo Weiguo looked at the food on the table, and the boxes stacked in the corner, and just wanted to say something. But a few times the words came to my mouth, I always swallowed them back.

For a long time, everyone didn't talk much, Zuo Weiguo was also a squad leader-level figure among the slaughterers, not to mention that the relationship between the people and Han Rui was closer to Zheng Yifan, and many words were not suitable for them to say.

"I know what you're skeeping, but there's something you really can't say, you just know that you just need to eat, drink, and have weapons, and these are my personal property. In this era, being able to survive is the last word. Zheng Yifan smiled and removed the roast chicken and sausages covered above, revealing the box underneath.

Immediately, everyone's eyes were already wide, and below there were two full cases of wine, two cases of beer without labels.

This is also the wine that Tang Hao bought from the unit where his relatives worked, and only sold it to the employees of his own company, the main reason why Zheng Yifan brought them over was that he didn't have a trademark for this thing at all, and even the bottle cap was only printed with strange patterns that were more abstract than Picasso's paintings.

"It's ...... Wine? Suddenly, the Slayer, or the first members of the War Squad, swallowed hard.

"Boss, I'll mess with you in the future, quick! Fast! Fast! Open the bottle for me, it's been a long time since I've smelled wine in Pu Qiang, it's been a lifetime, right? The big devil's spokesperson, that is, Pu Qiang, swallowed a few saliva, took the beer handed to him by Zheng Yifan, and bit the cap of the bottle with his teeth and poured it into a bottle in one gulp. There was hardly any pause in between.

made Zheng Yifan's left bottle opener lose its effect halfway through.

"The big guy takes it himself, there will be no slaughterers in the future, there will be no gladiatorial arena, and in the future, we will all be brothers who will snatch food from the mouths of zombies in the last days, and people from the war squad." Zheng Yifan opened a bottle for himself, and then handed the beer to one person after another.

Han Rui also helped Zheng Yifan with his work, and the wine in his stomach warmed his stomach and people's hearts.

In the last days, what a huge backstage it takes to drink. Even Zhang Xiao, the leader of the former gathering place, did not dare to say that he could drink alcohol regularly.

This is a serious luxury, even more luxurious than cigarettes, because beer has an expiration date, and the latest production of canned beer has just passed its expiration date, and the bottled beer has long since passed its expiration date, and it is even no longer drinkable.

Now it's a treat to have a beer and then nibble on a roast chicken.

And what surprised them the most was that the roast chicken seemed to have just come out of the oven, still warm and warm, and the mouth was full of oil when you bite into it.

What is pressed under the roast chicken is also a pile of fried chicken, which can no longer be said to be a few catties, there are at least thirty or forty catties of fried chicken here, and they are all chicken wings and chicken legs. The tender and crispy taste made them want to swallow their tongues.

"Eat, after eating, I have to settle down here tomorrow and explore the resort slowly." Zheng Yifan took a bite of the chicken leg fiercely, this Shengjing's most famous Saiken fried chicken is really worthy of its reputation, and the taste is really first-class.

Of course, other people who can't buy roast chicken and fried chicken tonight will definitely scold their mother, Zheng Yifan bought more than 100 catties of roast chicken and fried chicken, and almost wrapped up the entire fried chicken restaurant and the roast chicken shop next to it.

"Ming'er must have explored the resort side of the villa, just now we have found more than fifty bicycles, it seems that there was once a team here, holding Tianrui Pass. But I don't know that it seems to have been captured overnight, and those who guarded Tianrui Pass also died here. Zuo Weiguo tore the roast chicken and chewed it fiercely, pouring beer into his mouth. He used to be a thousand glasses and not drunk, let alone just low-alcohol beer.

"We must expand the scope of the search on the premise of ensuring safety, tomorrow is just reconnaissance, Zuo Weiguo, this is your strength, let you and your brothers show a hand, as long as the news, do not conflict, as much as possible to ensure their own strength, and after I finish other trivial matters, we will further solve those unknown troubles." Zheng Yifan poured beer violently.

Originally, there was nothing to discuss, more than a dozen people were blowing nonsense, and Han Rui was trying hard to help Zheng Yifan block the wine next to him, which provoked Xiao Suqin, who was full of food, with a wicked smile on his face.