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"What's the situation?" Xiao Yuxin asked loudly.
The security whistle was placed on the roof of the command center. There were two light and one dark. The bright whistle leaned over and shouted: "About four or five miles away, a convoy came."
"Huh? Team?"
Xiao Yuxin was taken aback for a moment. It really came as early as a coincidence. If his pedestrian is not here today, he might be caught by others first.
"Yi Jianxing, let them speed up the collection immediately, and others immediately start the car to prepare for departure... And, prepare for the battle." Xiao Yuxin thought for a while, or added the last sentence.
The distance between four and five miles is not very far, but for Xiao Yuxin and others, it is easy to complete their cleaning work. Not only are the weapons dànyào in the warehouse charged, but even the kimonos and food materials in other warehouses are also They took it away. Soon after their convoy drove out of the barracks, they saw a convoy of about thirty trucks approaching in full force, with more than 100 soldiers in military uniforms on board.
At the front is an armored vehicle. An officer on the vehicle leaned forward and looked forward with some doubt... Just when the distance between the two sides was less than 100 meters, he suddenly shouted: "Stop!"
The armored vehicle stopped suddenly, the following convoys stopped one after another, and the soldiers on the vehicle were all alert and ready for battle.
"Stop, please!"
The officer shouted to Xiao Yuxin and their team.
"Stop to see what they think." Xiao Yuxin motioned for Yi Jianxing to cope with it, and ordered all the soldiers to prepare for battle through the intercom.
"Is there anything?" Yi Jianxing asked.
"You came from the barracks ahead?" the officer asked.
"Yes, is there anything?" Yi Jianxing asked.
"How is the zombie in the barracks?" The officer frowned slightly. According to the information they possessed, all the soldiers in this camp became zombies, and the command system was completely paralyzed, so the outside world was not clear for a long time. They also heard an accidental mention of a superior officer by accident I don’t know what the situation of this camp is, so I know that there is still such a situation where qiāngxièdànyào is stored.
"Of course they were all killed. Didn't you see our cars? All are loot!" Yi Jianxing pointed to the armed Dongfeng warriors, with a bit of pride in his tone.
The officer of course saw it. What he saw was the muzzle of the more than ten Dongfeng warriors on the black hole and Huang Chengcheng's bullet chain... He knew very well that if he exposed a little bit of greed, he might see countless bullets. Erupted from those muzzles. And he also pondered, even if those Dongfeng warriors were equipped with materials, but he heard that the arms in this camp were armed with a regiment, and definitely not these cars can be installed. Moreover, I did not see any arms supplies in the car.
Although he felt weird, he did not have the guts to inquire carefully. After all, the other party's heavy weight had already settled them down firmly, just as Yi Jianxing turned around and left. The officer suddenly thought of a question: "This brother, where are you from?"
"Green Mountain Base."
Yi Jianxing turned back to the car and asked with some anxiety: "The curator, won't it cause any trouble?"
"What's the trouble?"
Xiao Yuxin smiled slightly: "It would be nice if we didn't look for other people's troubles. What if these people are regular soldiers?"
"I remembered it!"
Wei Fengtao suddenly said: "I know that officer, it is Qiu Shaotian's close friend Hao Zhenzhong."
"Who is Qiu Shaotian again?" Xiao Yuxin asked.
"Uh... Qiu Shaotian is the commander of the Changle camp." Wei Fengtao replied.
"Let's go." Xiao Yuxin glanced at the officer and instructed the convoy to move forward... During the advance, the heavy jīqiāng and grenade launchers on the roof of the car kept turning as the convoy moved.
"Hao Yingchang, just let them go?" a soldier asked somewhat reluctantly.
"Why don't you let them go? Their current force is much stronger than ours. Once the fire starts, how many of you think we can survive?" Hao Zhenzhong asked angrily.
"But those supplies...they shouldn't fit much in their cars?" the soldier speculated.
"Go and see." Hao Zhenzhong frowned slightly and got into the car.
Not long after, they reached the gate of the military camp, which was open. There were zombies lying on the ground in front of the door, and some were run over by cars, like a slaughterhouse.
The military barracks are similar. There are few corpses remaining intact, showing how terrible the fighting was at that time.
The convoy drove into the barracks. Hao Zhenzhong looked at the four wide open barracks and warehouse doors. He already had a bad hunch in his heart, and he ordered the convoy to stop immediately. The security personnel were quickly dispatched, and then sent to investigate the situation.
After a while, several soldiers sent to search came back to report, and the expressions on their faces were very wonderful... Not only were all the supplies in the warehouse gone, even the command center desks and chairs, intact doors and windows, and the camp bed were all gone.
"Isn't the battalion commander removed by those people just now?" a soldier speculated.
"Impossible. Those cars walked past us, with nothing in them, at a glance." said another soldier.
"Maybe they have a vanguard, they have already left, they are the last to evacuate." The former soldier found a reason for himself.
It seemed that Hao Zhenzhong nodded slightly, "Withdraw!"
Since the mission could not be achieved, he evacuated decisively, as to how to report after going back... The time on the way was enough.
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The afternoon sun radiates heat unscrupulously. Except for the plants that are vigorously moving up, most of the creatures on the earth now appear to be somewhat listless. Among the dead old trees, a spider with a big fist was hurriedly repairing the spider. Although it caught enough food last night, the spider was also damaged. Several crows stood on the branches of the dead tree, sometimes looking up at the distance, and at times looked at the busy spider with disdain, which seemed very leisurely.
In a jungle, some wooden poles and waste steel reinforcements are used as supports, covered with worn carpets and broken steps, forming a simple tent, just like a refugee camp... In fact, it is right to be a refugee camp. , But those people already have a more formal name-Liumin.
According to the explanation in the dictionary, the people who lived outside of Liúwáng due to the disaster and did not have a life are called refugees. The famous peasant uprising of the late Ming Dynasty was mainly initiated by the migrants. It was they who attacked the city of Beijing in one fell swoop. Although they eventually failed for various reasons, they left a heavy stroke in Chinese history.
However, the refugees in front of them are different from those at that time... selfishness, cunning, meanness, and shamelessness. It is not enough to describe all the vainness of these refugees by bringing together all the negative words in the world.
The original refugees were all family units, or neighbors, relatives, friends, and colleagues. After they survived the disaster, they formed a mutual aid relationship in the process of jointly searching for food, drinking water, and fighting mutants. It was the original reason for the formation of the refugee tribe. They would rather believe in themselves than trust others...or the official. After such two or more basic refugee tribes meet, they will either merge or be forced to break up, and decide which side will dominate based on their strength. The way to divide the strength depends on the population of each tribe, weapon configuration, food possession, the number of young men and young men, personal force and so on.
They do not have a fixed habitat, wherever they go, where they have not yet been found provide them with basic living supplies, and sometimes some survivors who have been singled out have also become the targets of the refugees. In this way, the Liumin tribe is like a stubborn snowball. Although sometimes it will be broken by accident, they will soon reunite. After continuous fusion and annexation, the power gradually grows and constitutes A unique social group.
Each refugee group has its own order and rules. The actual formulator is the group with the largest number of resources and weapons. According to their own needs and various specific factors, they ruled the members of the group dúcái or semi-mínzhǔ. Refugees who can accept the rules or are recognized as identities will become members of the group and gradually form a new backbone class~EbookFREE.me~ As for those newcomers who have joined the group. It belongs to the ruled object. The individual division of labor is different, so that the group quickly forms a pyramid-like structure. Although the actual components of the various refugee groups are different, from the main collection group and the final direction, there is not much difference from the development process of human society in the old era.
After nearly two years of integration, the current tribe of refugees has become quite large in scale, and it seems to be a team...it can even be a country. All camps do not like this kind of refugee team, because those people are used to unrestrained days, and they are unscrupulous and greedy.
Recently, about fifty miles from the base of the Green Mountain, there appeared a refugee tribe-the former refugee tribe in the woods. There are more than 700 people in this tribe, which is considered a large-scale tribe. The main reason why they are camping here is that there are few mutant beasts in this area. They do not have to be frightened every day to live their lives. Fix it.
Confident life for two hundred years will be hit three thousand miles
Introduction of "Yuxiang":
Author: former Aoyagi
It is said that wherever the Qing Emperor went, there were grass and flowers blooming,
According to legend, the Qing Emperor waved his hands, the dead wood rejuvenated, and the doctor died.
His name is Jumang...
An accidental car accident, a weird fragment of a flower pot, led Murong Slim to open the door of fairyland!
A beautiful myth begins here...