Chapter 555: Seeing an old friend again

"Okay, doing things you are sure of is very good. We can be considered to be exerting our respective strengths."

Zhang Su agreed with Yu Wen's statement, looked at the few remaining cars behind, raised his hand and said: "Go, let's get in the car too, going home!"

The fire-breathing zombie's car was driven by Zheng Xinyu, clearing the way at the front of the motorcade, and a light tank was pressing the rear.

A full one hundred-plus cars, long ones seven or eight meters, short ones four or five meters, walking at most three side-by-side, some cars were wider, or the driver's technology was watery, only two, and the distance between the front and back of the car was at least three or four meters. The entire motorcade was five or six hundred meters from beginning to end. If viewed from the air, it was quite spectacular.

The most showy one was the small sidecar that was sometimes in front and sometimes behind. Even Zhao Dezhu couldn't stand the cold and sat in the car, leaving only Lu Yubo riding the small sidecar comfortably, which could be considered to have fulfilled his motorcycle dream to some extent.

Due to the uneven level of drivers and the heavy load of the vehicles, the overall speed of the motorcade was not fast, generally controlled at thirty kilometers per hour, swaying forward.

Zhang Su sat in the tank. He couldn't say he was familiar with it, but for normal driving, there was no pressure. He said it was to press the rear for the motorcade, but actually, he wanted to be lazy. With the small field of view of the tank, except for seeing a few cars in front, he couldn't see anything...

Whistling, smoking, feeling beautiful in his heart, it was rare to relax for a while.

The tank was almost in a closed state, so he didn't worry about his emotions affecting others. He could think about whatever he wanted, dashing and incomparable.

He sorted out the things that happened in a day or so in his mind. At Tianma Islet, day after day, time passed in a hurry without much feeling. Coming to the city for only a day or so, the various things encountered were more than a month at Tianma Islet! The resolution of things might not be perfect, but at least it was satisfactory. He also gained many new friends, which was a help for future development. Thinking of the prosperous camp, Zhang Su couldn't help but sigh.

Taking out the thermos in his bag, he took a sip of the hot tea he had brewed in the barracks, feeling comfortable all over.

Just as he was comfortable, Zhang Su suddenly saw the sunroof of the car in front open slowly. Before he had time to think about why he was playing with the sunroof in such cold weather, he saw Pang Dakun poke his head out and look back, then waved at the observation port of the tank and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Uncle, behind, behind you, there's a car chasing up!"

"Ah?"

Zhang Su was startled. The movement of the tank was too loud, and his super hearing basically belonged to a state of failure. He stepped on the brake, and the tracks made a sound of metal squeezing.

The Type 15 light tank was equipped with a commander's panoramic sight, but he was sitting in the driver's seat now and didn't have the energy to observe the situation around the tank. Since Pang Dakun had already confirmed the situation, he didn't need to doubt anything and immediately issued an order.

"Xinyu, stop!"

Before setting off, there was an explanation that the speed of the large force should be kept consistent with the dilapidated box truck. Once the box truck stopped, the motorcade would also stop.

The motorcade was dragged very long, and Zheng Xinyu, who was walking at the front, couldn't see what happened behind at all, but she could hear the conversation between Pang Dakun and Zhang Su. When she learned that there was a car chasing up, she was ready to stop.

At a speed of twenty or thirty, as long as you weren't distracted, you could stop with one foot on the brake. More than one hundred cars stopped neatly on the road. Many people found that there was a car chasing up behind, and they couldn't stand the cold and poked their heads out to look back, intending to watch the excitement.

A sedan, two vans, one big and one small, all broken and old, the worst was the seven-seater van, one side of the door was gone, and the people inside were blown by the cold wind, thinking it must be refreshing...

The three cars didn't chase the motorcade at high speed, but stopped at a place forty or fifty meters away after seeing the motorcade stop, seemingly worrying about something.

Clang!

"Old Yang, you take the brothers to be on alert in the surroundings. Xinyu, you and Zhang Ya take people to stand sentry in front!"

Zhang Su ordered while opening the hatch and drilling out half of his body. The Yama Legion members walked to the tank one after another, each with live ammunition, and many other combat personnel also carried weapons and walked to the tail of the motorcade. This was a good opportunity to perform, and they couldn't miss it! "Damn, what does it mean? Could it be that they plan to rob us?"

Zhao Dezhu pointed to the three cars parked in the distance with a strange expression.

"Hehehe..."

"I guess they don't dare, haha."

"Unless they're crazy."

Some people around heard Zhao Dezhu's cold joke and echoed one after another. It wasn't that everyone felt this joke was cold, especially those with strong brain-filling ability. Once they thought of the people in the three cars robbing a team of more than five hundred people, the picture was so funny.

Zhang Su frowned. His energy value was not enough to support him to hear the conversation in the car forty or fifty meters away, and he didn't intend to enable the backup energy slot, but he could see the first row in the car.

Judging from the visual situation, the group of people who came looked very embarrassed, quite like the style of the Shanziying after losing a battle. Broken clothes, messy hair, and cracks frozen by cold and dryness on their faces were visible.

The three cars were crowded with eight people in the front row. You could imagine that the back must be even more crowded. Among the eight, there were two women, and the rest were all big men. There was no conversation, and everyone was staring straight at their side...

"Damn, what's the situation."

Zhang Su was confused by the other party's somewhat dull state.

Because zombies had been greatly improved, the former Four Tigers of the North City had to transfer strategically. It was understandable that many survival camps would encounter a disaster, and he was psychologically prepared for survivors to chase up, but what the hell was this silly silence? "Come, come, megaphone."

Zhang Su beckoned to the people behind him.

"Catch it, big brother!"

Zhao Dezhu took the portable loudspeaker from Yu Wen and threw it gently.

"Hello hello..."

Pop pop.

Zhang Su tested the mic, then waved his hand at the three cars: "Friends opposite, where are you from? What are you doing?"

After a sentence was shouted, there was no reaction from the opposite side, just people looking at each other, and the expressions on their faces were not rich.

The Yama Legion members were all carrying rifles, and seeing the other party's strange state, they directly opened the safety, looking ready to fight at any time.

Qi Xiaoshuai tilted his head and whispered to Pang Dakun: "If the car starts suddenly later, you hit the small van on the left."

"Okay, no problem."

Pang Dakun nodded heavily, full of caution.

Zhao Dezhu heard their conversation, walked to Lu Yubo's side, and discussed how to defend.

Ordinary members would have a full sense of security because more than five hundred people were acting together, but as elite combat personnel, the Yama Legion members knew very well that they couldn't take it lightly at any time!

"If there's nothing, you go. I won't make things difficult for you!"

Zhang Su waved his hand at the car again. The first time was shaking left and right to represent greetings, the second time was swinging back and forth, meaning: go.

Still a mutual gaze, no conversation, but the expressions on their faces were a bit more complex.

Is this a car full of mutes?

Zhang Su couldn't help but slander in his heart.

"Brother Su, this group of guys is weird. Should we control them first?"

Lu Yubo couldn't hold back anymore. Facing his own kind, he was more cautious than facing zombies, always adhering to the principle of "rather kill by mistake than let go." "The less trouble, the better..."

Zhang Su responded in a low voice. At this juncture, he didn't want to cause extra trouble, just wanted to cross the Chu Hai River as soon as possible and return to Tianma Islet! He put the microphone under his mouth again: "This is the final warning. If you don't leave, we will take military measures!"

As the four words "military measures" fell, a row of guns was raised—standard rifles, submachine guns, pistols, and even self-made crossbows and homemade fire guns came to join the fun. Crossbows were still reasonable, saying that the range of forty or fifty meters could guarantee power, but the fire guns were a bit too ridiculous...

Among them, one person was the funniest, and that was Ding Yongguo's nephew, Zheng Ziwen. He didn't know what he was thinking. Probably to show his heroic side, he mixed into the crowd holding a dagger, with a very serious expression on his face.

"Could it be ordinary survivors like us..."

"Who is still a special survivor? Whatever the situation, what's the point of dragging it out?"

"That's what I said. If you want to find a backer, get out of the car, or turn around and roll away. What's the point of this?"

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and they were very unhappy with the behavior of the three cars.

The sky was dark. On one side was a large team of more than five hundred people, and on the other side were three cars, at most twenty or thirty people. Comparing from the air, there was a sense of "three hundred warriors against the Persian army"...

Rumble.

Just when Zhang Su was about to lose his patience, the seven-seater van shook suddenly, then shook again. Following that, the doors of the other two cars opened, raised arms reached out of the doors, and one passenger after another made a surrender gesture and got out of the car, very consciously standing in a row in front of the car.

Now it was the turn of the crowd on Zhang Su's side to look at each other.

What an interesting group of people. Either they don't talk, or they surrender directly, and then they still don't talk. Is there any rule in the camp that speaking will anger the gods?

"One, two, three... Damn, three cars squeezed twenty-eight people. They have skills."

Zhao Dezhu pointed and counted with the gun barrel, a strange expression on his face.

The rated number of the three cars was seventeen. These people had some supplies, and then three or four more were squeezed into each car.

When everyone got out of the car and stood still, a middle-aged man who looked like the leader stepped forward with his hands raised, and said in a hoarse voice: "Hello friends in front, we are survivors who escaped from Niuyazi. My name is..."

"Ah!"

Suddenly, someone beside the tank exclaimed.

Many people were startled by this sudden shout. Everyone turned their heads and looked, their faces strange. The person who made the sound had a friendly appearance and a round figure, but she had prestige. It was the sharpshooter, Fat Sister Tan Huajun.

"Old Tan, what are you doing..."

Zhao Dezhu wiped his chest. He was next to Tan Huajun, who was staring at the other party with full concentration. A shout in his ear startled his heart, thinking the war had started.

Tan Huajun didn't respond to Zhao Dezhu. She put down the gun she was holding and looked at the opposite side with a frown.

Because of her shout, the person who had finally opened his mouth to speak was interrupted again. He stood in place, a bit embarrassed, not knowing what to do.

Zhang Su understood Tan Huajun. She had always been emotionally stable. Even when he met her at the gas station, she could be considered calm. She could deal with two zombies alone in the early stage of the zombie outbreak. Could this be an ordinary woman?

The reason she could be so composed was not hard to understand; there must have been someone she knew among the arrivals! At a distance of forty to fifty meters, Tan Huajun could see clearly, and there was no reason Zhang Su could not, yet he truly did not spot any familiar faces, so he asked, "Old Tan, what do you mean?"

"Brother Su..."

The flesh on Tan Huajun's face shook, and she looked at Zhang Su with a strange expression. She put down her gun and pointed to the opposite side with her hand: "Wang, Brother Wang, that's Brother Wang!"

"Brother Wang?"

Everyone on the scene was confused.

"Hey, short-handed, who is Fat Sister talking about?"

Wu Baokang asked the fruit guy. He knew that the fruit guy Zhang Xin had known the Yama King very early and should know some news.

Liu Yao and others also looked at Zhang Xin, but he just shook his head in confusion, but then glared: "How am I short-handed?"

No one paid attention to him...

Li Zongkai looked at Yu Wen with inquiring eyes, but found that Yu Wen also had doubts on his face and was looking at Lu Yubo.

The Yama Legion members knew that Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan were the first to escape from the residential area with Zhang Su, then Tan Huajun and Lu Yubo joined the team one after another, and then Yu Wen, Yu Qing, and Zhao Dezhu. These were all veteran figures.

If Tan Huajun knew and Yu Wen didn't, then it depended on Lu Yubo. Sure enough, when Lu Yubo heard Tan Huajun mention Brother Wang, his expression was obviously stunned.

"Brother Wang, Old Wang?"

Zhang Su frowned and looked at the twenty-odd people opposite again. Among them, there were five female members and twenty-three male members. Because they were dressed bloatedly and separated for several months, it was not easy to identify them from their body shape, but he really didn't recognize the former milk delivery man Wang Guangjun...

"Left, the sixth person from the left..."

Tan Huajun's voice was a bit low, and a trace of sadness was clearly emerging between her brows, and the corners of her mouth were also shriveled.

"Hm? This..."

Zhang Su looked at what Tan Huajun said, and his heart trembled.

The sixth person from the left was a dry old man. He didn't know what he had encountered, but half of his face was severely burned and already unrecognizable, which looked very terrifying. It was no wonder he didn't recognize him, but after Tan Huajun's reminder, he found something! That was the old man's crossbody bag. He remembered that dirty crossbody bag. At that time, the milk delivery man Wang Guangjun took out some yogurt from that bag and exchanged it with him for instant noodles and cigarettes. After escaping from the residential area, he carried that bag all the way.

The crossbody bag matched, but because half of his face was destroyed and the skin on the other half was pulled, it was really hard to see Wang Guangjun's former appearance.

"Hey, is there anyone named Wang among you?"

It didn't matter if he couldn't recognize him. Zhang Su asked directly.

The crowd opposite was silent for about three or four seconds, and the twenty-odd people standing in a row cast their eyes on the sixth position from the left.

Zhang Su saw the reaction of the other party's group and immediately understood the truth. No need to ask anything! With Tan Huajun's identification and the other party's confirmation, he let out a long breath and picked up the microphone: "Old Wang, it's been a few months, can't you hear my voice?"

There was a commotion in the crowd opposite, and he saw the seventh young man from the left lean into the sixth's ear and say something, and the voice was not small.

Zhang Su couldn't hear it, but he could vaguely hear clearly that the person was saying: Dad, the boss opposite seems to know you! "Holy crap, is it this miserable?"

Zhang Su frowned and muttered. He slowly merged Wang Guangjun's figure with the person opposite. Through observation, he could see that his vision had declined, his left eye was in a blurry state, and now he needed someone else to shout in his ear to hear, so his hearing must also have problems...

Deaf and blind, what should this lobster do in the apocalypse? (End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 556 =====