An armored vehicle speeds along the road between the two BC cities.

Both sides of the road were empty.

There are cleared no-man's lands along the way.

There are no people, no zombies, just the endless desolation and silence of the wasteland-like city.

Vehicles on the road were either scrapped or scrapped, and black and gray hills three to five meters high appeared on both sides of the road from time to time.

Those are nothing but zombie corpses.

The zombies that have been cleared out in the city will be burned together. Under the intense clean-up work, everyone has no time to dig pits and bury them, so they can only burn them on the spot, forming hills of corpses separated by more than ten meters.

Of course, if there are any living people, everyone will try to save them as much as possible.

During these months of siege, the combat team rescued hundreds of survivors.

At this stage of the apocalypse, the only people surviving in the city are basically scattered survivors.

Some of them nest in holes in the ground, and some nest on top of tall buildings, but no matter which type, it is difficult to have a large-scale gathering place for survivors.

Because it is too difficult to survive in the city.

For example, the Zhang Ruo and his group that Han Qingxia rescued in the building last time were only fifteen in number. If there were any more, they would have been besieged by zombies.

Han Qingxia, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the decaying steel and concrete forests on both sides. The day was shining brightly above her head, and a red plastic bag floated to the roadside.

"bang——"

The armored vehicle rolled over and exploded plastic bags as it moved forward quickly.

Han Qingxia kept thinking about the information Qi Sang told her.

There is a farmhouse scenic spot between the two BC cities. It takes an hour or two to drive from both cities. The tourism industry is developing reasonably well.

So there should be quite a few zombies here.

Just as Han Qingxia was thinking about it, a seven or eight-year-old girl suddenly ran out on the road ahead.

"Stab-"

The armored vehicle suddenly stopped on the road.

Xu Shaoyang reacted quickly, but he couldn't stand the distance and couldn't stop at all.

"Bang!"

The armored vehicle hit the little girl and stopped.

The little girl sat down on the ground, her malnourished face extremely pale, and she tried to get up on the ground in pain.

Just then, a large group of people came running from the other side of the road.

"Where's that little girl movie!"

"Wen Yiyi!"

"Come out!"

The girl who fell to the ground heard the shouts of these people, ignored the pain on her body, got up from the ground, and hurriedly ran to the other side.

"There it is!"

"Where else do you want to run!"

A large group of people rushed up to catch the escaped girl like a pig.

The girl struggled violently in their hands, shouting while struggling, "I don't want to be a waiter!"

"I don't want to be a waiter!"

"Pah!" A man in the crowd slapped her in the face, his eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light as sharp as a knife, "Take her back!"

"stop."

At this time, a voice sounded behind them.

Only then did this large group of people notice that there was such a car here.

Everyone immediately grabbed the girl and backed away, while staring eagerly at the people getting out of the car.

Han Qingxia took Jin Hu and Qin Ke out of the car, while Xu Shaoyang remained in the car.

She looked at the large group of people in front of her, feeling that familiar feeling that she had not seen for a long time.

Fierce, fearful, murderous, and waiting for opportunities.

In the apocalypse, this is what the vast majority of survivors will look like.

The people Han Qingxia met before were either rescued without experiencing the apocalypse for too long, or they were rich in resources and had not experienced the hard fighting in the apocalypse at all.

To use an analogy, those that Han Qingxia saw before were all lambs tortured by the apocalypse, and these in front of him were tigers and wolves that climbed up in the apocalypse.

Each one of them carries the ferocity of a wild beast.

These people are the real people of the last days.

Just like the werewolf Rong Yin I encountered before.

"I want that little girl." Han Qingxia looked at the group of people in front of him, and without hesitation, he took out two fifty kilogram bags of rice and placed them on the ground.

When the people in front of them saw Han Qingxia taking out the food, their murderous eyes all glowed green.

The next second, click, Jin Hu behind Han Qingxia raised his gun and pointed it at them.

Seeing the black muzzle of the gun, the green light in the eyes of the person opposite him disappeared.

The leading man stared at Han Qingxia in front of him, his tiger-like eyes flashed, and finally said in a rough voice, "Okay, but one pound is for two pounds."

The exchange of one catty for two catties here refers to the exchange of two catties of grain for the same person's weight.

When Han Qingxia heard this statement, his face was expressionless and he added two more bags of grain.

Seeing the food, the person opposite raised his hand, and the two big men behind him who were holding the little girl released their hands.

The little girl looked towards Han Qingxia with bloodshot eyes and a pale face. She was pushed to the grain by two big men. After they caught the grain, they let the little girl go.

The little girl who was let go did not run towards Han Qingxia, but turned around and ran towards the other side of the road.

At this time, the person behind her hurriedly chased her, "Wen Yiyi, you little bitch, how dare you run away!"

"Bang!"

A bullet hit them in front of their footsteps.

"Whoever you allow you to chase belongs to me." Han Qingxia's cold voice came.

The people in front of them all stopped when they heard her words.

The man in charge just now looked at Han Qingxia with a smile, "You are right, that little girl is yours. If she runs away, it has nothing to do with us. These grains are ours."

Their people got the food, and everyone stared at Han Qingxia. Then two people retreated first with the food, and a large number of other people evacuated back in small steps at the same time.

They are just like a group of jackals operating in a gang. If something goes wrong at all, they will swarm in and fight with all their strength.

Han Qingxia and the others also stood on the same spot, without lowering their guns even half an inch.

It was not until the group of people ran to the nearby building and disappeared from sight that everyone retreated into the car with their guns raised. After retreating into the car, Jin Hu took back his gun.

"Boss, those people..."

"Don't provoke me easily." Han Qingxia said.

Even if Han Qingxia had the strength to kill them, there was no need to provoke such people.

In the end of the world, everyone has their own way of living. As long as it does not harm her interests, it is their own business how others live and what kind of people they are.

Even if those people were cruel and bloody and not good people, it had nothing to do with her.

It's just that Han Qingxia will stay away from such people, and will not think of bringing them into the alliance, nor will he provoke them.

"Where's the little girl?"

Han Qingxia looked at the deserted suburbs and couldn't see the girl at all. "She can run away if she wants."

Han Qingxia is really not a good person, but sometimes he just helps someone casually without thinking of anything in return.
Chapter completed!