"Chen Mazi, the situation is not right. Why can't we see the guards?"
On a hill outside a mountain depression, 40 armed men, wearing camouflage nets made of various vines and leaves, carefully observed the thin wall at the mouth of the mountain. The wall was very irresponsible. There were a few rocks, more soil lumps, and a few wooden pillars of different thickness. Let alone the wall, there was no watchpost, There are still big or small eyes on it. The small ones can drill mice, the big dogs can get in. They are still big Tibetan mastiff. When they see this wall, no one laughs or mocks. They are struggling from the end of the world. They are hungry for a long time. Let alone building a wall, they find it difficult to pick up a handful of straw.
Hu Yaowen felt that something was wrong. No matter how loose the garrison was, there could be no guards. You know, it's the end of the world. The survivors have all kinds of dangerous enemies, zombies, mutant animals, and their biggest natural enemy, human beings. In the last days, there is no safer hunting for the survivors who are compatriots. They know how to solve the problem quietly and where people are used to hiding food. If they are lucky, they can grab the women who have not become withered. Even if they are lucky, they can't get a grain, and they can wash the captured compatriots to make soup.
"Isn't it just dawn? Now the savages living outside can't see anything at night. They are all night blind. I don't think they have woken up yet. Besides, a small stronghold of No. 100 people has only a few machetes and a few broken snags at most. We need three or five people to deal with it. Should we worry about that? "
Chen Mazi obviously didn't pay attention to the people in the stronghold. Although their company didn't fight against a million zombies, many small-scale zombies were killed. Sometimes, as long as the zombies were brought out in the right place, they could easily annihilate thousands of zombies, and thousands of zombies could destroy this small stronghold countless times. In that case, what's their fear? Hu Yaowen is naturally cautious. He waves more than ten snipers to each sniper position. He takes the rest of them to search forward carefully. Only Chen Mazi is not worried and strides forward with his rifle. Chen Mazi is a little smart guy. It is his cleverness that makes him forget his clumsiness, I didn't expect that it was Hu Yaowen, not him, who could really make a decision in this army. Seeing Chen Mazi's back, Hu Yaowen once again flashed a strong intention to kill him. Then he disappeared and led the team to follow him.
Waiting for them to climb up the wall, there was still no movement in the stronghold. An armed man behind Hu Yaowen muttered:
"Are you all starving? Even a pig knows what's going on out there? "
After hearing this, Hu Yaowen saw that the sniper who had completely controlled all the commanding heights speeded up and rushed in before Chen Mazi entered the cave entrance. More than ten tactical flashlights were shining in the cave. Then he thought of two screams of panic and followed a group of people to retreat from the dark cave, Two strong armed men were wringing a bony man without two or two pieces of flesh.
These two men have become skin and bones. They only have straw skirts around their waists. As they are thrown on the ground, they are all over the place, and the uncivilized things between their hips are exposed. Then someone goes into the cave to search. After a few minutes, it is finally determined that there are only these two men in the depression who can't even climb, Two men who can only wait to die.
Hu Yaowen glared at Chen Mazi, who was full of obscurity. He came forward to look at the two men who were thinner than zombies. There was no expression on their faces. Only their round eyes flashed with extreme fear. Even if they could face the fate of starvation, they were afraid that they would be made into bone soup alive.
"Where are the others?"
Hu Yaowen looked down at the man in front of him. The gun barrel with dew was staring at his forehead. There was no meat in front of the man's scalp and skull. The gun barrel was like a stone. With Hu Yaowen's exertion, the man's head was lifted high. Unexpectedly, the man's eyes showed a kind of peace of relief, waiting for Hu Yaowen to shoot.
"Company commander, look at my..."
Chen Mazi came forward and whispered to Hu Yaowen. He took out another rice cake from his backpack. The white rice cake famine almost blinded the two men. His eyes were high and protruding. His muddy eyes were staring at the rice cake. His dry and thin hands were slightly trembling to ask for it, but the rice cake was always hanging on their heads, So that they can only see, smell, but not reach.
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