Chapter 57 Plundering Squad

Survivor's stronghold outside the city.

In the early morning sun, a convoy 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 looting convoy.

On the streets and alleys of the stronghold, the survivors are still dead and numb. In this early morning, they are the same as in the past, almost indifferent to the outside world.

Only some survivors who are too hungry to bear will scramble early, trying to find some food that can 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 to eat it.

In the stronghold, almost nothing could grow, and anything green that could be eaten into the stomach was wiped out.

At the convoy, the crowd was full of people.

More than half of the convoy of more than 100 people used home-made guns. The remaining half are of various kinds, using 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 are 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 possession.

The end of the world is coming, and in the absence of guns, the situation will naturally not be so optimistic.

"Twenty fast-running decoys are needed. Before departure, they will have a full meal. If they can come back alive, they will have half a month's meals."

In the convoy, a sturdy man shouted.

Among the originally numb survivors, there was a sudden silence, and a personal look focused on the sturdy man. The empty eyes were instantly filled with emotion, and there was a light called covetousness and madness in it.

Bait, also known as cannon fodder.

This is a life-and-death job, and the mortality 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 become the dead souls under the mouths of zombies.

It's hard to imagine that a job with such a high mortality rate only manages food for half a month.

But……

Almost as soon as the man's voice fell, many of the survivors on the street had their eyes full of light, and there was a hint of color in their numb eyes.

The fast-moving survivors had already arrived in front of the team, raised their hands and shouted wildly, "I will participate, I will participate."

In the face of starvation and still a chance, 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, in the five years of the last days, have long been eliminated by this world.

The sturdy man was not polite either. He ordered twenty "bait" among the survivors, and then aimed his gun at him: "The selected ones will go to the convoy, and the unrelated people will get out of my way."

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 the 20 people boarded a dilapidated minibus, two women carried the lunch boxes to the minibus and handed the lunch boxes to the people inside.

It is not that the people in this team are kind, but to let them run, they must be full and strong.

One by one, the selected people all rushed to take it and eat it.

Rice cooked from stale rice exudes a musty smell, but for these people, it is supremely delicious. This is rice, and many people can't eat it if they want.

Like starving ghosts, they devoured it.

A young man leaning against the door of the car was eating, but his eyes were rolling, and his eyes were floating outside.

A box 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, and he suddenly threw the lunch box in his hand, and the man rushed out of the door of the car and drilled into the side alley at a very fast speed.

He didn't want to die, but he was too hungry to bear.

When this bait is used, there is no doubt of death. In the face of countless zombies, they are just ordinary people and cannot escape.

After eating, slip away, and eat a meal in a very risky way.

The young man was extremely fast, like a cheetah.

only……

A middle-aged man showed a sneer on a remodeled heavy truck in the team. He raised the Type 03 assault rifle in his hand, and he shot directly without much aiming.

"boom!"

Amidst the crisp gunshots, the young man who was about to disappear into the alley in the distance was swirls of blood on his head, stabbed his head down, twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.

"The eighth idiot who wants to eat this way, 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 was the survivors in the alley or the people who were still eating their lunch boxes in the minibus, they didn't care about the death of this young man, and their numb eyes didn't even blink.

The death of this young man was just a small episode.

The convoy departs normally.

…………

Suburbs of the city.

When the convoy reached this area, the number of zombies began to gradually increase, and it was no longer suitable to continue moving forward.

"The crossbow arrow clears the way."

With an order, only thirty people were seen leaving the convoy with crossbow arrows in hand.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Arrow feathers shot out, not all arrows can hit the heads of zombies, but four or five out of ten can do it. The crossbow with extremely strong penetrating power forced the arrow to sink into the head of the zombie by nearly ten centimeters.

Some are inserted in the body of the zombies, shaking in the running of the zombies.

After a few rounds, dozens of zombies were cleared.

All this is silent, not even disturbing the zombies that are too far away.

The members of the convoy came down, approached the corner of the street one by one, and waited at the intersection of the street.

The target is right in front, but there are a lot of zombies in the street ahead. If you use guns, you will probably disturb more zombies. And using crossbows and bows is not enough to deal with so many zombies.

The captain of the convoy was a sturdy big man. He wore sunglasses, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Let the bait work."

A member of the team nodded and began to command.

The tattered minibus opened, and under the threat of guns, nineteen decoys got off the minibus.

Every bait turned pale because of nervousness.

"Lead these zombies to the next street, don't play tricks, or you will be killed on the spot. If you come back alive, you don't have to worry about being hungry for half a month."

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, and they are also the ones who have struggled to get over from this kind of hardship and have come to this point.

The 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.

"Next arrow, die." The lean man said sharply.

"Ahhh!"

A decoy roared and rushed towards the group of zombies in the distance.

Someone took the lead, and the other decoys followed suit.

…………

"Huh, huh..."

The violent gasping sound, the survivors who were used as bait, squeezed their strength like crazy to make themselves run faster.

Bait is a tool used to lure zombies.

At this moment, they can't be called people, just a bait.

The nineteen survivors ran in different directions separately. Under their breath of life, the zombies in this area were all attracted by them. The densely packed zombies fell into madness and began to chase desperately. these survivors.

At this moment, the survivors who acted as bait could only run.

Ruoda street, zombies began to chase, making this area empty in a moment.

When the zombies in this section of the street were lured by the nineteen survivors, they soon became empty.

A man who was only about 1.6 meters stood up. He showed a hey smile. He didn't need to tell him, just like a monkey, he was climbing on the buildings in the street. In a twenty-story building, he reached the top floor with his bare hands.

Superhuman agility is what makes him an integral part of the team.

In the team, many team members looked at this short Yan Yongchun with awe in their eyes, because they knew that this short Yan Yongchun belonged to alienated human beings, and they were the strongest among human beings.

The virus did not kill Yan Yongchun, but produced genetic alienation, which made him incomparable to ordinary humans 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 beings are at the top of the current human beings, and they are the best among human beings.

"Head, there is no threat in the current range."

After observing with a telescope, Yan Yongchun reported on the walkie-talkie.

He will play the role of a sentinel, observe the visible range, and prevent the appearance of powerful zombies from being caught off guard.

"Act, take me everything of value."

Upon receiving this news, the robust captain Lin Sen gave an order, and ran wildly following the crowd on the side of the street, rushing towards the 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.

…………

"what……"

A tragic scream resounded on the other side of the street.

A decoy was overtaken by a zombie dog and fell directly 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 he is finished, and after being bitten, it is 100% infected through blood.

but……

This is not the most terrible, the most terrible is that he was injured.

The blood stimulated the zombies, making them even more crazy, and a group of black pressure came over.

The bait had despair in his eyes. What he saw was that other people continued to run wildly without looking at him at all. At this time, no one would even think about pulling him.

There was despair in his eyes.

The figure of the zombie continued to enlarge, and finally dozens of zombies surrounded him, jumped on him, bit his flesh and blood, and tore him to pieces.

The despair in the eyes, I don't know why, in the severe pain, there is a relief.

On the side of the street, a black shadow appeared and ran wildly on the buildings on the street. The walls it ran across were all shattered, the fragments fell, and smashed under the street.

It's 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 splattered on the street.

(The licker is officially on the scene... I'm asking for a recommendation ticket!)