Judging from a large area of abandoned bungalows, there are about 400 houses in the whole settlement, and the number of people in the civilization period is between 1,500 and 2,000 according to the calculation of four people per household.

Standing on the hillside downwind, the entire settlement can be seen in full view, and the bleak wind blows through the streets of the settlement, rolling up weeds and circling in the air. It was already noon when he arrived at the settlement, mainly because Lu Ziming slowed down Zhuoma's speed, in Zhuoma's words, Lu Ziming was wandering around on horseback, and he had nothing to do with galloping on a horse.

"Dolma, have you been here before?"

"No, only the capable are allowed to come here, otherwise they will be considered disturbing the peace of the dead!"

The bullshit is peaceful, and they have all become zombies, probably because they are worried that ordinary people will inadvertently break in and make up nonsense.

"Zhuoma, throw the fresh meat you brought next to the settlement, no matter what you find or see, return immediately, don't fall in love", Lu Ziming didn't understand why there was such a small settlement to save zài, with the strong strength of the camp, taking this small settlement was like playing, there must be some unknown reason for being able to save zài for such a long time.

Lu Ziming looked enviously at Zhuoma lifting the reins, and the war horse galloped out like an arrow from the string, this kind of thing can only be done by Zhuoma, he didn't even dare to think about it.

Dolma rode his horse to the junction of the settlement, and without hearing the sound of the wind, he boldly walked a few steps forward and entered the settlement. There were no expected zombies and mutated creatures to appear, at this time, Zhuoma had already forgotten what Lu Ziming had told him, and his curiosity overcame fear, and he actually surged a heroic heart.

"Oh no! Dolma is coming back!"

It's a pity that Zhuoma couldn't hear Lu Ziming's warning, and was observing the settlement with great interest, the shop signs hanging on the houses, the debris scattered on the streets, the scrapped and dusty vehicles, and the creaking doors, all of which seemed so distant and desolate.

There was not a single corpse in sight on the streets, not even the corpses of zombies and mutated creatures, only those that remained on the walls, windowsills, and cars...... , those blackened and blurred marks, silently recounting what had happened, but not seen with their own eyes, only the memories of what others said.

"Roar!"

A dull roar echoed over the silent streets, and the dust on the ground and walls shook and fell with the wind, filling the entire street.

"Knock, knock, knock", the sound of footsteps is getting clearer and clearer, accompanied by the rising dust, each sound is like a drum beating on the heart, making people's scalp tingle.

The war horse neighed, and took a few steps back uneasily, and Zhuoma on the horse desperately held on to the reins, and some of them couldn't control the war horse under him. Zhuoma seemed to hear her heart "thumping", and she couldn't breathe nervously, and she had already forgotten to run away.

"Dolma, run!"

A hoarse cry woke up the frightened Dolma, the footsteps in the dust had approached him, the war horse under him felt the danger coming, and turned around and ran wildly without listening to the command, and the horse Dolma didn't even dare to look back at the huge figure that walked out of the dust.

Lu Ziming hugged the neck of the war horse, desperately urging the war horse forward, and kept shouting Zhuoma's name in his mouth.

"Minotaur", Lu Ziming, who was riding on a war horse, saw a zombie with two horns for the first time, a zombie slowly coming out of the dust, a pair of sky-high horns on the top of his head, an ugly face bent and protruding forward, his tall body was covered with dark gray long hair, his straight body was like a standing bull, and a white smell came out from his nostrils from time to time, making a "hum" heavy panting sound.

The minotaur dragged a bone of an unknown animal in his hand, rubbing against the ground with a tooth-aching "whoosh" sound.

"Dolma, come here, come to me!"

Lu Ziming waved a steel knife in his hand sadly, Zhuoma only found a rusty sword in the entire camp, and he didn't know when he would have a sword of his own.

Zhuoma ran to Lu Ziming's side in a panic: "Road, what kind of monster is this?"

"I don't know, let's call it a minotaur. Listen to me, this minotaur is not fast, but it has a lot of strength, use your speed advantage to entangle it, don't fight with him. Remember what I said to you, we are here today to exercise actual combat experience, this minotaur is not very strong, you may not be able to kill it for the time being, but you can get valuable combat experience from it. ”

"Can I?" said Dolma, unconfident.

"You can, everyone has a first time, and if you can't overcome the fear in your heart, you can't face this minotaur. Don't you want to be a warrior?

The strength of the minotaur should have reached the fourth order, perhaps because of some kind of genetic fusion in the body, and while the strength increased, the speed obviously did not increase.

With Dolma's current strength, he can't kill this minotaur, but it is not easy for the minotaur to kill Dolma, who is agile, and the key depends on Dolma's psychological element. There is no time for Zhuoma to come over step by step, actual combat experience is Zhuoma's shortcoming, even if Zhuoma practices the bayonet style a million times, there is no good actual combat effect.

The real combat skills are all exercised from the pile of the dead, and the flowers in the greenhouse will never be able to withstand the wind and rain, but fortunately, Zhuoma usually kills cattle and sheep, which is similar to Lu Ziming, and the next thing depends on Zhuoma's mental endurance.

Lu Ziming was gambling, and Zhuoma was also gambling with his life, after a short panic, Zhuoma quickly calmed down and approached the minotaur step by step.

"Remember! Don't let the minotaur get around you!"

If the minotaur can understand Lu Ziming's words, it is estimated that he will be depressed to death, just fight, and run out of an off-site guide, isn't this bullying "non-human"?

Of course, if the minotaur is also human, it will definitely protest.

The minotaur didn't give Dolma a chance to get close to him, and waved the bone in his hand and swept towards Dolma.

"Jump up, don't fight it!"

Dolma couldn't get close to the minotaur at all, let alone perform the only bayonet he knew, and he couldn't do anything but dodge, and he was sweating profusely.

"Steady! Run! It's not as fast as you!"

Zhuoma's face turned red, and he didn't know if he was nervous, or because he was afraid, he couldn't take care of anything at this time, maybe this kind of Gu cultivation method was not suitable for everyone.

Lu Ziming could only be anxious at this time, if he went up to help, not only would Zhuoma be wasted, but he would never be able to muster up the courage to face the monster from now on, and he might not be able to leave the grassland, which was selfish.