Chapter 307: They are hungry

"Roar~
A crawling corpse was rushing towards Yang Ze at an extremely fast speed, waving its sharp claws, and was about to catch Yang Ze's face.
"Wow~
A dark afterimage glided through the air, and it shot the crawling corpse on the hind legs with incomparable precision.
"Puff!
"Oh~
The crawling corpse roared, and the speed of rushing towards Yang Ze slowed down immediately.
"Yang Ze, go on!"
Wang Yi suddenly shouted, took out the dagger around his waist, and threw it to Yang Ze.
"To deal with crawling corpses, a dagger is more useful than a machete!"
"Good!" Yang Ze took the dagger and took it back. With a strange cry in his mouth, he pounced on the injured corpse, whose speed had dropped a lot.
"Swipe!
One knife after another, the dark blue flesh flew up and fell from the crawling corpse one by one. In the deep part of the knife, even the black bones of the crawling corpse could be seen.
"Roar~
The crawling corpse roared in his mouth, and the sharp claws kept grabbing Yang Ze, but it was originally injured by Wang Yi, and the speed was a little slower than Yang Ze, but it was so, it still stayed on Yang Ze. The scars on the trail show the fighting ability of crawling corpses.
"Brother Yi, I have taken out all the basic meat, a total of eighty-four times."
Zhang Fei handed a bag full of basic chemical meat to Wang Yi's hands, and stood aside to watch Yang Ze fight the corpse.
"Yang Ze, you can't do this!"
"No, this crawling corpse has been affected like this, and it can hurt Yang Ze."
"If it were Brother Yi, it would be over long ago."
The people in the team stood by in twos and threes, wiping the black blood on the weapon in their hands, watching Yang Ze fighting the crawling corpse.
"Are there any casualties?" Wang Yi turned his head and asked Zhang Fei.
"No, this zombie won't hurt the team yet." Zhang Fei shook his head, a trace of pride in his eyes.
In the previous battle, Wang Yi asked Zhang Fei to command, killing more than 80 zombies, but no one in the team was injured.
"Okay, good job." Wang Yi nodded, reached out and patted Zhang Fei's shoulder, turned his head and shouted at Yang Ze who was inextricably beaten with the corpse.
"Hurry up, it will be dark soon!"
As if it was a signal, Wang Yi gave an order, and Yang Ze's speed soared. The offensive was not the same as before. He cut off the flesh of the crawling corpse without regard to his own safety, but directly reached out and grabbed the crawling corpse. One of his sharp claws, while the other hand clenched the dagger, with a fierce force, aimed at the eyes of the crawling corpse, and stabbed it down!
"Puff~
The blood-red crystal-like object emerged from the gap between the dagger and the crawling corpse's eye sockets. Without stopping, Yang Ze stirred the dagger quickly, making a murmur.
"Aw...wow...
The body of the crawling corpse kept shaking with the pierced dagger, and the sound of the roar was lowered. The hanging paws seemed to be old people, gently patting Yang Ze on the back without any strength, even Yang Ze The camouflage uniforms are not scratched.
"Machete!"
Yang Ze yelled, took out the dagger, and threw it on the ground at will.
Chen Jian on the side was already ready and threw the machete directly to Yang Ze.
"Ka Ka!
Yang Ze took the machete, aimed at the head of the crawling corpse, and severely chopped it down.
"Puff~
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The smooth head split instantly, and the unusually fishy brain pulp slowly flowed out, with a dark red base of flesh.
"Brother Yi, it's all done."
Yang Ze picked up the basic chemical meat, as if offering treasure, and handed it to Wang Yi.
At this time, Yang Bing also brought his warhead to Wang Yi.
"Brother Yi, I've seen it in the village, and no remaining zombies were found."
"Good." Wang Yi waved his hand.
"Clean up all the corpses of the zombies and enter the village."
In the airport lobby, an alluring fragrance filled the hall. Nearly one hundred and fifty people were standing around a huge pot, but among them, nearly one-third of them had a dull face and ragged clothes. Holding various containers in his arms, they quietly lined up in front of the big pot.
The rest of the people are in much better condition. Their clothes are not so dirty, and there are even fifty or sixty people holding various guns.
"Next, next!"
Zhou Long held a huge iron spoon and stirred it a few times in the pot. He pulled out chunks of crystal clear meat, including the soup and meat, and poured it into a broken bowl in the hands of a person in front.
Seeing that the meat had been poured into the broken bowl, the man's eyes flashed with a look, complicated, and helpless, and more often, resigned.
Stretching out a chicken-foot-like hand, skinny, ignoring the hot soup, stroked a few times in the broken bowl, picked out the only piece of meat, and gobbled it into the mouth.
"Hey! Fuck, I said, can't you hear the next one!"
Zhou Long shouted angrily and threw the hot soup in the iron spoon fiercely onto the man's face.
"Zila~
There was a sound of skin and flesh, the man shivered mechanically, and his mouth let out a howl like a pig!
"Ah~~
A bite of unchewed minced meat took the man's saliva directly into the cauldron, and even a little bit fell on Zhou Long's clothes.
"Fuck!"
Angrily appeared on Zhou Long's face, his facial muscles trembled, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes.
"Fuck, who the made you vomit!"
Zhou Long severely threw the spoon on the man's head, and just kicked him when he got up, and directly said that the man had kicked a few meters away!
"Pull him over to Lao Tzu!"
Zhou Long was still angry, and pointed at the two gunmen behind him and shouted.
"Good Brother Zhou."
The two smirked, walked quickly to the dull-looking man, couldn't help but put him in front of the big pot.
"Fuck!"
"I make you vomit, do you know how much effort Laozi did to find this meat!"
Zhou Long cursed in his mouth, stretched out his spoon and fished it in the cauldron, and even the soup and meat directly hit the man's face.
"Oh~~
The man was drenched by the hot soup, his mouth wailed like a zombie, and his whole body twisted uncontrollably.
"Hold him down for Lao Tzu!"
Zhou Long cursed, then took a spoonful of soup from the pot and poured it on the man's face.
Repeated this several times, the man had lost much of his vitality, letting the hot soup sprinkle on his head, his face was cracked, and his yellow hair fell off his head, revealing his numb scalp.
The people around didn't seem to have seen this tragic scene, and their eyes were still sluggish. Only a few people had a flash of anxiety in their eyes.
They are hungry.