Rise From Doomsday Chapter 1762: Chariot
On the desolate road, a car that seems to be made of broken copper and iron is driving on the road, and the clanging sound is louder than the sound of the engine.
The shovel of a bulldozer in the front, and a large thick iron block at the back acted as a shield. Countless sharp iron thorns were welded to the top and bottom of the car, and even the tires were not spared. The dense spikes, from a distance, the tire seems to be a circle bigger.
I don't know what kind of car this car is, it has a lot of power, and when driving on the road, the road trembles endlessly. Behind it is a petite car. Of course, the petite car is compared with the front car. If it is taken out alone, it is still a big one. Behind it is a trailer, dragging a large tank, which should be filled with gasoline. Behind the oil tanker was a large truck that was also heavily armed. The body of the truck was obviously remodeled, and it was long and tall.
Such convoys are not uncommon on the road, and homeless people generally call such vehicles chariots. The Wanderers call the current era the end, and the Chariot is also called the Doomsday Chariot.
The zombies lying in the highway gutter, whether they were lying in ambush or resting, suddenly jumped out. The tattered clothes could hardly cover their bodies, revealing half of their rotting bodies. Exposed outside, several maggots flew out because the zombie's movements were too large.
The zombie opened its mouth, but did not make a sound. There was only one zombie, but facing the huge chariot, it was not afraid.
Bang!
The zombie collided with the shovel in front of the chariot and was thrown directly out. The glass on the right side of the chariot lowered, and a black barrel was exposed. The barrel shook, and the sound of the gunfire was covered by the sound of the chariot driving. The zombie who flew more than ten meters had not yet landed, and his head suddenly exploded. The power that could not be vented After hitting the corpse, it flew more than one meter away.
Crack!
The zombie landed on the edge of the road, its arms twitched unconsciously a few times, and it remained still.
嗤——
The tires rubbed against the ground, and two puffs of blue smoke came out. The doomsday convoy stopped, and the second fool got out of the car cursing, walked up to the zombie, looked at the zombie with disgust, reluctantly dragged one foot, and got into the car Behind, passed the oil tanker and dumped the body in the bucket truck.
The bucket cart was nearly four meters high, and the zombie corpses weighing seven to eighty kilograms were like toys in the hands of the fool, and they were thrown on it casually.
He rubbed on his clothes, returned to the car, and stopped suddenly when he walked to the door, showing a look of listening attentively, raised his head for a while, and looked to the right.
About half a kilometer in front of the road, there is a crossroad. The right side leads to Jiangdong Province, and the left side enters the slave area along the junction of Tianfeng Province and Xiangshui Province.
The sound of the assassins fighting came from Xinxin on the right, followed by the faint sound of the wind, there were quite a few of them. The second fool returned to the car. After a while, the convoy restarted. When approaching the intersection, he saw more than a hundred people fighting with a group of zombies. Dust piled up on it, making it impossible to distinguish their true colors. There were all kinds of weapons, including machetes, sharp swords, crossbows, guns, iron bars... Zombies were basically level 2.0 or higher, and their number was slightly smaller than that of humans, but they were clearly dominant.
"Help --"
Seeing the sudden convoy, this group of people shouted for help, regardless of who they were.
"We don't want all the dead bodies, but please help me!"
In the apocalypse, no one wants to hunt zombies for no reason, unless it is profitable. Zombie corpses can be exchanged for money, which is the only motivation for doomsday hunters.
People who specialize in hunting zombies are called hunters. Hunters sell the hunted zombies to the government or other purchasers. These people resell the corpses of the zombies to the top ten chambers of commerce. knew. Anyway, as long as you know that the corpse is valuable.
This group of people fought with zombies, but it can be seen that they are divided into three groups, and they should belong to three groups of forces. The leader on the left has a bald head, which is probably oiled and shiny. , is very eye-catching. The one in the middle is an old man in his fifties. He is not young, and his outreach and agility are not inferior to young people. Among the crowd, he is the strongest. He singled out three zombies. , this group of people may have been defeated long ago. The leader on the right is a woman, her face is covered with a black gauze used to filter the wind and sand, she can't see her face clearly, she is not in good shape, her front is convex and her back is curled up, she is a person with special abilities of the earth system, a ground thorn rises from time to time, The zombies were stabbed open.
"It should be an ambush zombie, but the number of zombies was wrongly estimated, so it was too late to escape." Shi Hu took a few glances and came to a conclusion.
On a piece of sand near the roadside, there are traces of bomb blasts. There are obviously more corpses of zombies, and the chariot is parked far away. It is estimated that the escaped zombies will destroy the chariot. In the wild, there are no chariots. , is a terrible thing.
However, the reason is not important anymore.
"I'm willing to give 10 catties of rice." Seeing that the team hadn't made a move, the bald man couldn't help it.
"What about you?" You Mengshou got out of the car and looked at the old man and the woman.
"10 catties of flour." The old man hesitated and said.
"10 catties of monster meat." The woman said.
"Okay, we'll accept this deal." You Mengshou smiled slightly, "Idiot, Yi Fengjiu, come out and stretch your muscles." The two who had already waited impatiently went down the mountain like tigers and shot from inside the car. Come out, tens of meters away in a flash. When the group was wondering that such a large convoy only sent two people, the next scene shocked everyone.
Shua!
The light of the sword is like practicing, no one can see Yi Fengjiu's sword clearly, only the cold light bursts, Yi Fengjiu goes deep into the zombie group in an instant, and the zombies behind slowly fall to the ground, all with their necks cut It was broken, because the speed of the knife was too fast, when it fell, the head and body were still stuck together, and it wasn't until after landing that the head was dripping everywhere.
Boom, boom, boom...
Compared to Yi Fengjiu's silence, the second idiot was wild. With a mace, he smashed it east and west, and the zombie's head was broken like a watermelon, and he fell straight to the ground. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, many people would almost have thought that the fool killed a fake zombie, a zombie whose body was as hard as iron. They could only make a cut with all their strength, but in front of the fool, the zombie was like a chicken.
The black gun barrel protruded from the chariot, and as tongues of flame spewed out, the zombie's head exploded as if hit by a car, and flew a meter or two to the ground.
There were only three people with sniper rifles, and they shot every shot without fail. Because of the fast shooting speed, the zombies died one after another, which actually created an aura of thousands of troops.
This group of people was shocked again, and many people showed envious eyes. They recognized it immediately, it was a second-generation weapon.
With the upgrading of zombies, the first-generation weapons basically cannot pose a threat to zombies. Large-caliber firearms are still useful. Small-caliber weapons are not even as good as a fire stick. The bullets are shot at the zombies and bounce directly. If you stand close, you should be careful to shoot yourself.
Although the second-generation weapons are good, there are very few owners in Xiangshui Province.
The sniper rifle stopped attacking one step ahead of Er Lengzi and Yi Fengjiu. There were only five or six zombies left, and the hunting team could take care of them by themselves. Er Lengzi and Yi Fengjiu wiped the weapons clean before returning to the car.
"Iron Head!"
"Farmer!"
"Black Scorpion!"
The bald head, the old man and the woman came to You Mengshou after dealing with the internal affairs, and bowed deeply.
"Thank you for saving us!"
"It's all a deal, you don't need to thank you." You Mengshou turned sideways slightly, not accepting this gift, "My team is relatively small, can you send a few people to help me collect the body."
The iron-headed people were the most, and immediately ordered the men who were still able to move to help collect the corpses.
You Mengshou started talking with the three of them while thanking them, and quickly got some basic information. All three are members of the zombie hunting team in Xiangshui Province, which is different from the mercenary group. They only hunt zombies, and they don't take care of others. Feeding themselves with zombies, there are many such hunting teams in Xiangshui Province, and there are many large hunting teams with one or two thousand people. They belong to the outermost echelon. They have the least number of people and the weakest strength, so they can barely eat.
"Since you are also going to Xiangshui Province, you might as well go together." Tietou whispered.
"Are you going back too?" You Mengshou asked knowingly.
"I want to go back." The farmer looked sad. The ambush failed, and the casualties were too heavy~IndoMTL.com~ They must go back and repair, otherwise, there will be too many deaths at one time, and there will be no one next time.
"Where are you from?" Black Scorpion asked softly.
"Tianfeng province." You Mengshou didn't hide anything.
"Tianfeng Province!" All three of them were taken aback.
"Is there something wrong?" You Mengshou found that the three people's reactions were not normal.
"I heard that in Tianfeng Province, zombies are very good, monsters are everywhere, and people there are reduced to food. The dictator only cares about his own safety, and he doesn't care about the lives of ordinary citizens." The farmer said.
"Are you from the dictator?" Iron Head looked at him suspiciously.
"Who did you listen to?" You Mengshou looked at the three of them with a smile.
"That's what everyone says, and so does the government," said the farmer.
"Could it be that the rumors are wrong?" Hei Scorpion was more thoughtful, and You Mengshou's reaction made her a little suspicious.
"I won't tell you my identity. You can decide what you want. As for your hearsay about Tianfeng Province, I have nothing to do with it. Now please give me the food, 10 catties per person." Mengshou noticed that the zombies had already moved into the car.
"Of course, you can go back on your word, but you'd better think about the consequences." You Mengshou hesitated seeing the three of them, his face darkened slightly.
The three of them were shocked, and immediately thought of the fighting power of Er Lengzi and Yi Fengjiu, and hurriedly sent people to the car to deliver the agreed upon food.
"Can we go back with your convoy?" Black Scorpion couldn't help but said.
"As long as you can keep up, just follow." You Mengshou naturally knew what they meant and didn't care.
"Let's go!"
Amidst the sound of rumbling engines, the convoy started on the road again.