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A stronghold, impossible to keep everyone trapped inside and starve to death.

Under hunger, even the weakest person can do crazy things.

There are still ten kilometers away from the stronghold, where many survivors can be seen in action. Some of them were digging wild vegetables, looking for everything they could eat.

Sporadic survivors scavenge the nearby buildings over and over again, hoping to find something to eat.

After several years, the result is that there is nothing edible within a radius of 20 to 30 kilometers. Even the bark and grass roots were dug up and eaten by the survivors.

Those with strength will go further afield or enter the city.

It's just the number of zombies in the city and the appearance of alien zombies, not all who have this strength.

Walking around these places, Lu Chuan has a question, that's why they don't farm?

With the flatness here, it's better to plant anything than to be hungry now, right? But Lu Chuan saw that it was a Desolate Land, and the fields were full of weeds.

Although they saw the survivors, Chu Bin and the others did not dare to be careless and remained vigilant.

"Woo..."

Suddenly, a heart-pounding voice came from a distance.

Hearing this voice, at the same time when the complexion greatly changed, Chu Bin and the others responded very quickly. Without any hesitation, they just looked for the closest place to hide and rushed in.

Lu Chuan's action is one beat slower, after all, he has never experienced it, so he doesn't know what it means.

Chu Bin and the others looked nervous, so they asked Lu Chuan to follow suit.

In fact, with the zombie suit, Lu Chuan is not very worried about the zombies coming. As long as they don't kill themselves, these zombies will treat themselves as ordinary members.

Only after hiding, in the sky, a small black spot appeared.

The survivors, who were still looking for food, looked like crazy, looking for any place where they could hide.

Some survivors use a kind of camouflage clothing woven from weeds to cover themselves directly, and then lie down in the grass or in some corners.

"wu wu..."

A violent sound, whistled past.

Lu Chuan was stunned by what he saw when he looked up.

Humanoid, with arms and body connected by huge flesh membranes, forming wings. Their hands and feet are alienated with sharp claws, more like a demon or batman.

Their face looks sinister, their skin is wrinkled and very rotting.

Slightly open mouth, full of pointed teeth.

"What the hell is this?"

Lu Chuan was a little stunned, but there is still this zombie? Looking at this form, it should be this flying class zombie transformed into by people after mutation?

Like patrolling the territory, these flying corpses in the form of demons passed by here.

"It's a bloodthirsty sharp claw."

Chu Bin, who was terrified, said in a low voice, as if he had made a sound, and he covered it with his hands in panic. holding his mouth.

"Wu..."

It was another mournful wu wu sound, as if it had found a target, this group of bloodthirsty sharp claws formed a line in the sky Like a tornado, it swooped down from the sky.

I only saw some survivors who were hidden before. They roared and ran desperately one by one, but they were caught up by these bloodthirsty sharp claws, jumped down from the air, and overwhelmed them.

The sharp teeth bite down, and their hands and feet sharp claw, like eight-clawed spiders, hug people tightly.

Dozens of bloodthirsty sharp claws swooped down and ate the hapless survivors in an instant, leaving only the red-stained streets.

Now Lu Chuan finally knows why the survivors can't farm. This apocalypse is not like the apocalypse in Resident Evil. The types and numbers of zombies here are more and more complicated.

With these bloodthirsty sharp claws, it's enough to make any survivors exposed to the wild despair.

even more how, the larger flying zombie that I saw in the biochemical factory before is the existence that is so strong.

In this environment, the living space of human beings can be imagined.

If you dare to leave the stronghold, you must always be prepared to die.

In such a harsh environment, if it wasn't for starvation, who would come to the outside world?

......

It took half an hour for this group of bloodthirsty sharp claws to leave.

The whole sky returned to calm, and it was a blue sunny day again.

The survivors who hid before appeared one after another. For all this, they seemed numb, and no one had any expression on their faces. And then invested in this sweeping cause.

As long as they can be used, everything will be their goal.

......

The wall in front of him with a height of almost 20 meters gave Lu Chuan the feeling that he became a little small.

In the distance, you can see some armed men on patrol.

The terrain here is open, and the survivors cleared all the buildings and woods in the vicinity to form a flat area. The advantage is that on the high fence, you can see everything for several kilometers.

No matter how zombies appear, find them quickly.

The survivors who come and go will also be monitored by the wall, and they will be watched all the time as long as they appear.

Lu Chuan's group of three, like this scattered survivors, did not carry heavy weapons. After finding them, the armed men on the fence would not pay attention to Lu Chuan. on them.

The combination of the three young people, in their opinion, is full of vigor act recklessly.

It was definitely luck that they came back alive.

When they were monitoring the entrance and exit gate of the stronghold, Chu Bin and the others were a little timid.

"What's the matter?"

"We, we don't have to pay taxes on food."

Looking at the chopping on the fence, Chu Bin two The person's face was even paler. At this angle, the giant crossbow that can be seen, the steel arrow on it is barbed, polished sharply, and exudes cold light.

Once there is a zombie approaching, these giant crossbows built with modern technology are enough to nail the alien zombie to the ground.

The giant arrow over two meters long makes people tremble.

What's going on with paying taxes? Lu Chuan doesn't understand.

However, Lu Chuan is not short of food, and now he needs to go in, so Lu Chuan said directly: "I will help you out."

Hearing what Lu Chuan said, Chu Bin's faces softened.

Food is important, but if they cannot enter the stronghold, they will always face danger. At some point, it will die outside and become zombie food.

Near the gate of the fence, there are four armed men stationed. Above, more than a dozen guns were aimed at Lu Chuan their three people. Any changes will be beaten into a sieve.

"Bring it."

An armed man waved at Lu Chuan, and the other three held guns, seemingly relaxed, but Lu Chuan knew that any The changes will usher in their fastest shooting.

Lu Chuan's current style is actually a bit sturdy.

He is carrying a bag of rebar javelins, which looks very catchy.

Lu Chuan handed over the bag containing food in his hand to the other party and let the other party take out half of it.

Half taken out, the armed man laughed: "Yo, the harvest is good, no wonder they dared to leave the stronghold. Some people who overestimate one's capabilities, their fate is either eaten by zombies or nothing. Harvest. There is no food to pay taxes, no entry into the stronghold, and finally the dead end. These people deserve to die, do you really think anyone can go hunting outside?"

Lu Chuan took back the bag , nodded, and led Chu Bin and the others across the gate.

The six-meter-wide wall is completely comparable to the Great Wall.

Walking in the dark doorway, Lu Chuan knew why there was a tax in the stronghold. In fact, it is a kind of restriction, which restricts the survivors from going out to hunt. Under this tax system, only those who are capable can dare to do so.

It is easy to go out, but if you want to enter the base again, if you can't find food, you are not allowed to come back.

I really want to enter the stronghold, but I can't pay the food. There is only one result, which is to become a slave.

slave, a product that has disappeared for hundreds of years, appears in the last days, but it is reasonable. Without order, human nature can be infinitely magnified, and it will not be strange to have something beyond imagination.

Lu Chuan didn't care about this, but walked into the stronghold with an uneasy mood.

"Survivor, stronghold... I'm finally here." In his heart, Lu Chuan couldn't help crying.

This stronghold actually encircled a small town and turned it into a huge living place.

A straight road runs through the entire stronghold.

Centered on the avenue, residential buildings are built on both sides of the avenue, and through the alleys, they can lead to the communities behind. Residential buildings stand in great numbers, densely packed.

What caught Lu Chuan's eyes was not prosperity, but desolation.

There are countless old shops, but the signboard is still there, but the door is closed, or the door is smashed, and the door is open. You can see some survivors wrapped around it, like a The corpse slept inside, not moving.

Here, Lu Chuan is a complete smear.

Like how many people are here, the composition of forces, etc., who controls this stronghold, and what level of firepower is there.

All this, Lu Chuan knew nothing about it.

Entering here, Lu Chuan wandered aimlessly, he needed to observe the entire stronghold.

Chu Bin and Wu Jiang have followed closely behind Lu Chuan since they entered the base. In this last world, it is really difficult to meet Lu Chuan this who is willing to help them instead of being indifferent.

From the action and strength of Lu Chuan's tender gun, Chu Bin knew that Lu Chuan was definitely an alienated person and belonged to a new human being.

The aliens are the powerhouses of human beings. Only by following them can their survival be guaranteed.

Following all the way, seeing no objection from Lu Chuan, they followed all the way, with apprehension on their faces. They were really afraid that Lu Chuan suddenly let them go away.

This small town is not small. According to Lu Chuan's observation, it should be about the size of a county seat.

And survivors, there is no way to count.

God knows how many people walk in the house as if waiting to die, and how many people die in the house, rotting and stinking and no one cares? This world is indifferent, don't expect someone to reach out and pull you.

Perhaps conscience, kindness, and soft-heartedness will occur within half a year or a year of the last days.

But with the harsh environment, betrayal and distrust between people, years have passed, and any kindness in people who are still alive has turned into cruelty.