Chapter 122: The Bridge, It

"Brother Su. If there's a chance, we'd better stockpile more medicine."

Zhong Xiaoshan saw the scene on the street in front of the Third Hospital and could imagine that medicine would be extremely precious in the future.

"Since you thought of it, then let's start! There isn't much else around here, but there are many pharmacies. Look, over there, two large pharmacies connected... and looking at the storefronts, they haven't been looted yet. That's the one!"

After saying that, Zhang Su made a turn, and the car turned onto the auxiliary road and stopped.

Along the way, Zhang Ya sat in the corner looking out the window, obviously somewhat distracted. She was clutching a white medicine bottle, struggling. Just as she intended to open the car window and throw the bottle away, the car stopped, so she silently stuffed the bottle into her bag, a look of determination appearing in her eyes.

There weren't many zombies wandering on the nearby streets, and only seven or eight followed the sound of the car, but they were quickly dealt with by everyone.

"Brother Su, just now... that, hehe..."

Zhao Dezhu walked to Zhang Su and rubbed his big head very embarrassedly.

"I'll settle this with you later. Go sweep for medicine first, everyone go, move as much as you can. I'll unload the sports car, and use the entire garage to store medicine! Remember to leave people on watch for zombies!"

"Alright!"

Before getting off the car, everyone saw the two pharmacies and knew what they were going to do by parking here, so they ran toward the pharmacies quickly, with extremely strong execution.

Zhang Su returned to the RV to open the garage door and studied it for a long time, only to find that there was no auxiliary equipment on the car for unloading...

Having no choice, with everyone working together, they finally pushed the sports car out. The sports car worth two or three million was thus overturned on the side of the road.

This caused a wave of heartache among the male compatriots in the team who liked sports cars.

More than ten people worked together, and soon they basically emptied the two pharmacies. To save space, they even specially dismantled the exaggerated paper boxes and used plastic bags to carry them.

By the time they set off again, the two RVs were filled with various medicines, becoming a mobile pharmacy for the apocalypse.

The process of Zhang Su's group being busy was seen clearly by several people in the office building opposite, sparking discussion.

"They... their formation is too big, two RVs, two hard-core off-road vehicles. Brother Heng, let's go join them!"

"You think you can join just because you want to? Looking at them, they intend to leave the city. Even if we can catch up, you don't think they'll take just anyone, right?"

"That's right, no matter which safety organization we join, we must have certain abilities, otherwise even if we get in, we'll just be cannon fodder. I'd rather starve to death here than go be cannon fodder for others."

"If we could eat a few full meals before becoming cannon fodder, that wouldn't be bad either."

The RV's target was large, and the motorcade's target was even larger. Before finding a safe place to settle, this was unavoidable. All the baggage traveled with the cars; wherever the cars were, that was the temporary camp!

In the sunset, Zhang Su was smoking a cigarette comfortably, driving all the way north. No matter how good his hearing was, he couldn't hear the voices of survivors hiding in the dark on the side of the road.

"Let's see if there's any new news..."

Extinguishing the cigarette butt and throwing it into the ashtray, Zhang Su opened the radio on the car as usual and signaled Zheng Xin to tune the frequency.

Before the apocalypse, apart from Yu Wen occasionally listening to the radio, no one else in Zhang Su's group had ever touched one, but now, the job of tuning the frequency was familiar to everyone.

*Sss, sss, la, la. *

"It's been a long time since we received news from the Olympic Sports Safety Camp. Could something have happened over there..."

Zheng Xin stared at the frequency band and asked blankly.

Zhang Su thought of the group of people led by the special police Qin Ya, shook his head and said: "If there were no problems, they should continue to broadcast. It's not difficult to get an FM transmitter. Since there is no news now, something might have really happened."

If it were before, everyone would naively think that the safety zone was impregnable, but ever since they saw thousands of zombies passing through, that idea slowly faded.

Thermal weapons can suppress zombies, but there are requirements for the variety and quantity of weapons. Facing the siege of ten thousand zombies, it is almost impossible to win by relying solely on ordinary firearms. At least weapons like rocket launchers are needed, preferably tanks!

But nowadays, let alone where to find a tank, even if a tank were placed in front of everyone, no one would be able to drive it skillfully. And the fuel consumption of a tank, which is dozens of times that of an ordinary vehicle, is also an extremely difficult pressure to bear.

"Looks like there's no news."

Zheng Xin pouted. Just when everyone thought there wouldn't be anything fresh on the radio, a human voice suddenly appeared, and a female voice playing in a loop rang out in the car!

Zhang Su's expression shook, and he immediately slowed down the car, listening carefully from the beginning of the loop.

"Hello survivors, this is the Qincheng Funing Iron Wall Safety Camp. The Iron Wall Safety Camp has impregnable copper walls and iron bastions. This is your warm home, with food and drink, and you can also find that 'him'. Go south along Ninghai Avenue, and when you see the five big characters 'Iron Wall Safety Camp', you will have found us. Come quickly, we are continuously recruiting survivors to build the safety camp together. I am waiting for you at the Iron Wall Safety Camp!"

Everyone was silent for a while. Zhang Su curled his lips and smiled: "The boss of this Iron Wall Safety Camp is quite humorous, but it's only been how long? Even if you gave them an engineering team, I'm afraid they couldn't build copper walls and iron bastions."

"Bragging, who can't?" Zheng Xin made a face and said: "Can we broadcast? I'll come and brag a bit too, I guarantee it'll be even more explosive!"

"Forget it... idle." Zhang Su rolled his eyes helplessly, admiring Zheng Xin's leisurely mood.

Zhong Xiaoshan said: "Brother Su, do you remember the guy who used a drone to lure zombies to the residential area when the disaster first broke out? They said they wanted to build a safety camp on the way to Funing. Could it be them?"

"Hmph, now that you mention it, it's really possible."

Zhang Su curled his lips and smiled: "If it really is that group of guys, whoever goes is unlucky. Eight out of ten are a bunch of black-eating-black things."

"Hehe, Iron Wall Safety Camp, definitely a safety camp for deceiving idiots..."

Zheng Xin agreed with Zhang Su's point of view very much. Others, except for Zhong Xiaoshan, didn't know what had happened and were a bit confused.

Zhang Su told the story roughly. After hearing it, everyone refreshed their cognition, realizing that even a safety camp might not be safe. No one knew whether the people building the safety camp were human or ghosts!

Slowly driving out of Qincheng city, there were fewer and fewer zombies on the road, but the desolate scene reminded everyone that the disaster still existed.

Zhang Su's eyes suddenly lit up, pointing to the bridge over the Haihe River ahead, and said: "After passing the front... hmm?"

"What's wrong?"

Zheng Xin, who was tuning the frequency, felt the car slow down. She looked up to the front and said in astonishment: "The bridge, how is this bridge... the bridge!"

Before everyone's eyes, the concrete bridge in the golden sunset had collapsed. The bridge, which spanned about a hundred meters, was missing at least fifty or sixty meters in the middle, leaving only a small section of broken walls and ruins at the bridgehead and bridge end. Steel bars extended from the bridge body, with concrete blocks hanging on them, a distinct battle-damage style.

"Someone blew up the bridge!"

Zhang Su's face was livid. He looked at the screens on the car to the left and right, confirmed the situation around him, and jumped out of the car with his weapon.

"Brother Su, what the hell should we do now!"

Lu Yubo and the others behind also walked up, looking at the broken bridge ahead with worried faces.

"First, deal with the zombies that followed!"

Zhang Su frowned and walked toward the zombies pouring onto the provincial road from the fields.

*Puff, puff, puff. *

Seven or eight zombies were dealt with by everyone working together. Afterward, they walked to the broken bridge and looked at the scene in front of them with extreme depression.

Zhang Su took a deep breath and looked into the distance. He could vaguely see houses scattered among the trees, which should be a nearby village.

"Two possibilities: either it was done by people who left Qincheng from here, or it was blown up by people in the village across the river. I lean toward the latter."

Zhang Su walked onto the broken bridge, bent down to pick up a concrete block the size of a fist, and threw it toward the riverbed, which had little water. There were many zombie corpses stacked layer upon layer in the riverbed, which had a drop of more than twenty meters. Coupled with the drying up of the river, there was no way to wash them away, which looked very disgusting.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 123 =====