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Outside the city Survivor stronghold.
In the early morning sun, a fleet of more than 30 vehicles of various types, with a total of more than 100 people, was ready to go.
For the stronghold, this is not a small raiding team.
On the streets and alleys of the stronghold, there are the same lifeless and numb survivors. In this early morning, they are the same as before, almost indifferent to the outside world.
Only some survivors who are too hungry will run around early, trying to find some food to satisfy their hunger.
However...
In this apocalyptic world where food is extremely scarce, even if a grain of rice falls into the ditch, someone will pick it up and stuff it into the stomach eat.
In the stronghold, it was almost called barren. Anything that could be eaten in the stomach was wiped out.
At the convoy, there was a lot of voices.
More than half of the convoy of more than 100 people used home-made guns. The remaining half is myriad, which uses all kinds of cold weapons, such as bows and crossbows, which are the most popular among survivors.
In the apocalypse, compared with European and American countries, the survivors in China will be worse.
In the United States, a country that allows guns, almost every family has one or two guns. Extreme people, even heavy weapons like Gatling.
But in China, guns are prohibited, and only the troops and law enforcement agencies have loose possessions.
The end of the world is coming, and in the absence of guns, the situation will naturally not be so optimistic.
"We need twenty fast-running decoys who will have a full meal before departure, come back alive, and take care of half a month's meal."
In the team, a sturdy one the man shouted.
Among the originally numb survivors, there was a sudden silence, and a personal gaze focused on this sturdy man. Empty eyes, instantly filled with emotion, there is a kind of rays of light called covetousness and madness.
Baits, also known as cannon fodder.
This is a nine deaths and still alive job, the death rate can reach 5-70%. Among the ten people, it is possible that only two or three will come back alive, and the rest will all become the souls of zombies.
It's hard to imagine that a job with such a high mortality rate is only half a month's meal.
But...
Almost as soon as this man's voice fell, many of the survivors on the street had their eyes full of numbness and numbness in their eyes. A touch of color.
The fast-moving survivors have already arrived in front of the team, raising their hands and shouting wildly: "I will participate, I will participate."
Death of starvation, there is still a chance In front of them, the survivors naturally know how to choose.
Sixty or seventy survivors rushed to the front of the convoy, raising their hands one by one.
Minors, women, and even some elderly men raised their hands, hoping to be targeted.
The real weak will be eliminated by this world in the last five years.
This sturdy man was not polite either. He ordered twenty "bait" among the survivors, and then aimed his gun at him: "The selected ones are in the convoy, irrelevant personnel. Get the hell out of here."
As for whether the chosen one can run fast or not, it is not within the consideration of this sturdy man at all.
After all 20 people boarded a dilapidated minibus, two women carried lunch boxes to the front of the minibus and handed the lunch boxes to the people inside.
Before setting off, it's not that the people in this team are kind, but to let them run, they must be full and strong.
One by one, everyone was selected, and they all scrambled to get it and eat it.
Rice cooked from stale rice has a musty smell, but for these people, it is Supreme's delicacy. This is rice, and many people can't eat it if they want.
Like starving ghosts, they eat voraciously.
A young man leaning against the door of the car was eating with a big mouthful of food, but his eyes were rolling and his eyes were drifting outside.
A boxed lunch was eaten by him in a moment.
The people in the convoy outside started to board, and there was a commotion.
Suddenly, the young man's eyes became crazy, he suddenly threw the lunch box in his hand, and the man rushed out from the door of the car, heading towards the side alley at a very fast speed. drill.
He didn't want to die, but he was too hungry.
When this bait is sure to die, in the face of countless zombies, they are just ordinary person, impossible to escape.
Have a meal, then slip away, and eat a meal in a very risky way.
The young man was as fast as a cheetah.
It's just...
A middle-aged man sneered on a remodeled heavy truck in the team. He raised the Type 03 assault rifle in his hand, barely using it. How to aim is to shoot directly.
"peng!"
Amid the crisp sound of gunfire, the young man who was about to disappear into the alley in the distance was a blood swirl on his head, and his head was pierced. Go down, twitch a few times, and then stop moving.
"The eighth idiot who wants to use this method to eat, they think this meal is so delicious?" The middle-aged man smiled lightly and put away his rifle.
The influence of this scene here is almost negligible.
Whether it's the survivors in the alley, or the people who are still eating lunch in the minibus, they don't care about the death of this young man, their numb eyes don't even blink pass.
The death of this young man is just a small episode.
The team departs normally.
...
The suburbs of the city.
As the team arrived in this area, the number of zombies began to gradually increase, and it was no longer suitable to move on.
"Crossbow and arrows clear the way."
As soon as the order was issued, only thirty people were seen holding crossbow arrows and left the convoy.
"sou!"
"sou!"
"sou!"
A feather of arrows shot out, not All arrows can hit zombie's head, but four or five out of ten can do it. A crossbow with extremely strong penetrating power, forcibly let the arrows sink nearly ten centimeters into zombie's head.
Some are stuck on zombies, swaying as zombies run.
After several rounds, dozens of zombies were cleared.
All this, silently, without even disturbing the zombie too far.
The members of the convoy came down, one by one, approached the corner of the street, and stayed at the High Level at the intersection of the street.
The target is just ahead, but there are a lot of zombies on the street ahead. If you use guns, you will probably alarm more zombies. And using crossbows and bows is not enough to deal with so many zombies.
The captain of the team is a sturdy big man. He wears sunglasses, narrows his eyes, and says, "Let the bait work."
A team member nodded and began to order write.
The tattered minibus opened and nineteen decoys got off the minibus under the threat of guns.
Every bait was pale because of nervousness.
"Lead these zombies to the next street, don't play tricks, or you will be killed on the spot. Come back alive, half a month can not worry about being hungry."
A lean but agile man said, pointing his gun at the nineteen decoys.
The rest of the team looked cold, and they were accustomed to all this.
In the apocalypse, the weak eat the strong.
Nineteen survivors, hesitating and dawdling, knew the risks involved.
The lean man waved his hand.
A player next to him shot an arrow without hesitation, directly at their feet.
"The next arrow, die." The lean man said sharply.
"Ahhh!"
A bait roared and charged towards the zombie group in the distance.
Someone takes the lead, and the other lures follow.
...
"Hoo, ho..."
The survivors who were used as bait were squeezing like crazy. Use your own strength to run faster.
Baits are tools used to lure zombies.
In this brief moment, they can't be called people, just a bait.
Nineteen survivors, they ran in different directions, under their Life Aura, the zombies in this area were all attracted by them, and the densely packed zombies fell into Crazy, started chasing these survivors desperately.
At this moment, the survivors who act as bait can only run.
If the big streets, zombies started chasing, making this area empty in a moment.
When the zombie of this section of the street is lured by nineteen survivors, it soon becomes empty.
A man who was only about one meter six stood up. He showed a hehe smile. He didn't need to tell him, he was just like a monkey, climbing on the buildings in the street. In a twenty-story building, he reached the top floor with his bare hands.
The superhuman agility is what makes him an integral part of the team.
In the team, many team members looked at this little Yan Yongchun with awe in their eyes, because they knew that this little Yan Yongchun belonged to alienated humans, and they were powerhouses among humans.
The virus did not kill Yan Yongchun, but produced genetic alienation, which made him incomparable to ordinary person in terms of strength, speed, and even muscle strength.
This type of person is called alienated human, also known as new human.
The new human being, at the top of the current human beings, is a well-known figure among human beings.
"Head, there is no threat in the current range."
I observed it with the telescope, and Yan Yongchun reported it on the walkie-talkie.
He will act as a sentinel, observing the visible range to prevent a completely unprepared from appearing when a powerful zombie appears.
"Act, take me all the valuables."
Receiving this news, the sturdy Captain Lin Sen gave an order, and posted a message on the side of the street. Everyone ran wildly and rushed towards this section of the street without zombies. Shops on the street, or housing, etc., are their targets.
The stronghold is not only short of food, but also of many daily necessities.
...
"Ah..."
The tragic scream resounded on the other side of the street.
A bait was overtaken by a zombie dog and fell to the ground. He struggled and stepped on the zombie dog with his big feet, but he still couldn't stop the zombie dog's sharp teeth, biting on his little foot and tearing off a large piece of meat.
This bait knows that it is over, and after being bitten, it is 100% infected through blood.
But...
It wasn't the most terrifying, the most terrifying was his injury.
The blood stimulated the zombies, making them even more crazy, and a crowd of black people came over.
This bait looked desperate. What he saw was that the others continued to run wildly, and he didn't look towards him at all. At this time, no one would even think about pulling him.
My eyes are full of despair.
Zombie's silhouette, continuously enlarged, and eventually dozens of zombies surrounded him, jumped on him, bit his flesh, and tore him to pieces.
The despair in the eyes, I don't know why, in the severe pain, instead there is a touch of relief.
On the side of the street, a black shadow appeared and ran wildly on the buildings in the street. The walls it ran through were all shattered, and the fragments fell, hitting the bottom of the street.
This is a licker, bouncing across the street, its long tongue wrapping around a running bait survivor.
Sharp claws penetrated the chest of this decoy survivor.
blood splashed on the street.