Chapter 672

"Holy crap, Brother Duan, there is... there is a big guy ahead! Stop! Stop quickly!"

Zhao Dezhu's exaggerated voice came from the walkie-talkie. He was in the passenger seat of Lu Yubo's car, clearing the way in front, responsible for reconnaissance.

Squeak, squeak...

The suspension of the van filled with grain was creaking, and everyone was afraid it wouldn't last until returning to Tianma Island.

The vehicles braked one after another, more than three hundred meters away from the small zombie horde, not disturbing their interest in eating.

"Luck is really bad, ran into a big guy again. Didn't they say one big guy out of a hundred ordinary zombies? This ratio is not right!"

"According to normal circumstances, it's one in a hundred, but the scope of this ratio is hard to say. For example, there are more than three hundred zombies in one village, but there is no big guy, and in the village next to it, there are only four zombies, and all of them become big guys!"

"Holy crap, your probability is harder than winning the first prize of the lottery..."

People got out of the car one after another, discussing, but they didn't look nervous. They had encountered quite a few battles along the way, and after understanding their strength, their confidence increased greatly.

Hong the Fourth stood on the edge of the crowd, holding his self-made steel spear, very silent, with no sense of presence.

"Don't study so much, hurry up and deal with it. Those survivors are also unlucky enough. If they could hold on for another ten minutes, this group of unlucky people could be saved..."

Duan Wuhu sighed. It was only four or five kilometers from Red Ditch Village to here. If the car was faster, if they were quick when loading grain, if...

Unfortunately, there were no ifs!

More than one survivor died, otherwise, thirty-plus zombies wouldn't have been eating for half a day without raising their heads.

"Teacher Duan, what do you say, kill or lure?"

Lu Yubo asked.

"Captain Shen, what do you think?"

Duan Wuhu looked at Shen Linrui politely. After all, it was a cooperation between two forces. Although Shen Linrui had let him make decisions all the way, it was necessary to ask politely.

"I think it's better to lure..."

"No, Captain Shen, I... damn it, the people who suffered are our camp's brothers!"

Pu Canyong, who had been holding the telescope without letting go, shouted in a low voice, his tone full of sadness: "I saw the work boots like ours on their feet!"

There was a shoe and boot processing factory in the suburbs of the Shanhai area. When the third quarter just started, they received a batch of autumn and winter men's work boot orders, and production was going well when the disaster suddenly broke out.

The Dragon Head camp searched for supplies like making pancakes, and unexpectedly got enough boots for everyone in the camp to wear for several years from the shoe and boot processing factory. As long as they were formal members who didn't make big mistakes, everyone had a pair.

Like Captain-level people like Shen Linrui, they could also wear thickened work boots of the gold standard level, which had better warmth performance.

It wasn't that other survivors couldn't wear them, it was just that the probability of wearing work boots of the same color was extremely small!

"Give it to me, let me see!"

Shen Linrui took the telescope from Pu Canyong, looked at it seriously for a while, then his mouth twitched, and he sighed: "It should be the brothers who went to the village to search for supplies... sigh."

Their trip back was one of the main tasks to find the camp members scattered outside. They hadn't entered the Shanhai area yet and ran into a team, but unfortunately, only fragments were left! "Revenge!"

Fan Donglu, the strong man of the Dragon Head camp, had fingers turning white as he gripped his weapon, only saying two words.

However, his proposal didn't get a response from everyone...

Shen Linrui patted Fan Donglu on the shoulder and said: "Old Fan, now we belong to the mud bodhisattva crossing the river. I think it's better to take care of ourselves first!"

Revenge?

Was this something they should consider in their current situation? The few people from Rush to the Mountains and Seas didn't support Fan Donglu, the meaning was very clear, but they didn't open their mouths to veto it either. This was an internal problem of theirs, and he believed Shen Linrui would handle it well.

Hong the Fourth was even less likely to make a sound, standing quietly on the side, motionless.

"But, Captain Shen... sigh!"

Fan Donglu wanted to refute, but seeing that the other few companions were also hanging their hands and not speaking, it was very clear that everyone didn't want to cause trouble, so he stomped his feet and didn't insist anymore.

Shen Linrui patted Fan Donglu on the back again to comfort him, then looked at Duan Wuhu: "Trouble Little Wu."

"Got it!"

Duan Wuhu didn't dawdle and nodded to Wu Lue.

The tactical routines were very mature, respectively aimed at killing and luring away. Wu Lue dispatched the drone, quickly luring the zombies into the broken walls and ruins of the village. With a distance of more than one kilometer, they wouldn't be able to come back for a while.

The car came to the place where the accident happened. Judging from the human body fragments, five people were attacked. From the ridge all the way to the highway, it could be determined that they were people from the Dragon Head camp's search team.

"Our camp's search team is generally a group of five. They were complete in personnel, but they didn't have transportation. They must have been trapped in a village by the shockwave. It's really... impermanence of the world."

Shen Linrui picked up a relatively intact work boot on the ground and sighed.

These people didn't die in the camp's explosion, nor did they die from the shockwave, but in the end, they didn't escape the pursuit of the zombies.

"They didn't have any firearms?"

Zhao Dezhu looked around and asked.

Zhou Haiquan explained: "At the beginning, the search team was equipped with three guns. Later, several teams always had gun loss incidents. As a result, after an investigation, they found out that they were hiding weapons privately... Then Dragon Head canceled the thermal weapon equipment of the search team."

"Hiding guns privately? What do they want to do... but canceling it completely is too arbitrary, right?"

"Don't study it..."

Duan Wuhu stopped Zhao Dezhu from complaining about the leaders of other camps, looked at the unbearable scene, and suggested: "How about... lighting a cigarette to worship the brothers who suffered?"

This proposal was quickly responded to by the people of the Dragon Head camp.

After a simple worship, everyone didn't take away the supplies scattered nearby, because the cars had reached their limit, and every car was packed full.

Setting off again, the place where the accident happened was still twelve or thirteen kilometers away from the Shanhai area urban area, but the Dragon Head camp was in the northeast corner of the Shanhai area, needing to cross the entire urban area. Adding the distance of the urban area, it was about twenty kilometers.

They didn't know that just three or four kilometers after leaving, the "leftovers" that the previous wave of zombies hadn't finished eating were cleaned up by a tall guy passing by...

I don't know what physical principle it was, but the road near the Shanhai area was actually much cleaner. However, there were still some sections with certain damage, but for the vehicles, there was no pressure, and the speed gradually increased to forty or fifty.

The road was indeed easier to walk, the dead trees by the road occasionally fell, and the villages further away were quite miserable. As far as the eye could see, almost no intact houses could be seen. The courtyard walls all collapsed, and there was not even a place to stand!

When they were in Red Ditch Village, at least half of the village's houses were fine. Maybe there were hidden cracks, but at least they didn't collapse at the time. Within ten kilometers of the Shanhai area, the miserable scene was indescribable.

"Brother Duan, what exactly exploded? This is too... too... too..."

Looking at the farmhouses destroyed one by one outside the window, Hong the Fourth's eyes were straight, and he couldn't find an adjective.

Duan Wuhu was also silent. The houses in the rural suburbs were already like this, and he had already begun to worry about the situation in the urban area.

"It is said that it was an explosion caused by a mutated zombie catching fire. Brother Hong, remember one thing: when the situation is unclear, you must not use fire to deal with zombies! Even ordinary zombies, once ignited, their strength will skyrocket by more than five times. Unless there is an absolute safe distance, you must not use fire, it is particularly terrible!"

Taking this opportunity, Duan Wuhu popularized the impact of fire on zombies to Hong the Fourth.

(End of chapter)