Duan Zhang turned out to be the workshop director of this kimchi factory.

Most of the more than 100 people in the cellar are employees of the kimchi factory.

Duan Zhang arranged an orderly arrangement of a group of women and an old man to deal with the bodies of more than a dozen wild dogs.

"Jiang Zhe, it seems that everyone here is willing to listen to him."

Du Xue, who was beside her, whispered in her ear.

"Yeah, that's OK." Jiang Zhe nodded.

I think the person who later became the leader of the refuge point should be nowhere short of apart.

Jiang Zhe did not have any other mentality because Duan Zhang was eating Asians.

In the end of the world.

Most people live in cramped underground spaces.

More or less, they are mentally ill, and they are already tough enough without going crazy.

"Come on, little brother, have a little hot water."

A woman in her thirties handed Jiang Zhe and Du Xue hot water.

"Thanks."

Jiang Zhe took the water cup, but gave Du Xue a vague look.

He kept pressing the cup in his hand without hesitation.

Du Xue understood what Jiang Zhe meant. After experiencing Ayu's incident, she became more careful.

Unless otherwise absolutely necessary, try not to touch strangers' food.

Behind the woman.

A clean little boy showed his head.

He stared at Jiang Zhe and Du Xue curiously with his big eyes, holding an enamel bowl in his hand.

In the bowl is a lump of black kimchi leaves and cooked corn kernels.

"Come on, take it."

Du Xue looked at the little boy's pure face and couldn't help but want to take out a Snickers from her pocket.

Smack

But Jiang Zhe held it down, "Your life, including all your things, are mine. If you give it to others, you can get it back."

"You are selfish." Du Xue's face turned red with embarrassment.

Duan Zhang glanced at Jiang Zhe and rubbed the little boy's head.

He was not angry because of Jiang Zhe's indifference.

After a moment.

Both sides chose a topic to talk.

"Little brother, thank you for your dog meat, then I won't keep you anymore. I wish you a good journey." Duan Zhang said politely to Jiang Zhe.

Duan Zhang just now wanted to invite Jiang Zhe and Du Xue to stay.

But Jiang Zhe found a reason to refuse.

"Thank you, you can't stay here for long. It's easy to say now. What you eat and what you use will become more and more difficult to find.

Maybe we can meet at the official shelter in the future.”

Jiang Zhe stood up and prepared to leave.

Fifteen days have passed since the end of the world.

The remaining materials on the surface will eventually become less and less, and eventually, if these small gathering points do not have continuous output.

All will disappear.

Only go to those official and large shelter sites.

Only by relying on powerful technology can humans survive.

"Well, I understand, the snow has stopped now, and I guess the official rescue will continue.

We are also ready to retreat, and when we have the opportunity, I will take people out of here."

"Okay, I wish you a good journey."

During the conversation, a figure ran in from the entrance of the cellar.

"Not good. When Chunzi and the others came back, they were targeted by a group of Asians."

Swish!

Everyone in the cellar stood up.

Click

Duan Zhang took out a pistol, "The others followed me up, the women should hide."

After saying that, he didn't care about Jiang Zhe.

More than thirty people in the cellar rushed out together.

"Let's go, we've dealt with the Asians, and it's time for us to leave." Jiang Zhe picked up his backpack and took Du Xue out.

Roar roar roar!

The iron door of the steel frame factory has been closed.

There were dense roars outside, and through the gaps in the window sandbag, Jiang Zhe saw the Asians constantly climbing over the wall.

He rushed straight towards the factory.

The shooting port left by the sandbag.

More than thirty poles and eighty-one bars aimed at the Asians outside.

Duan Zhang stood in a corner, looking at a young man sitting on the ground with a serious expression.

The other party's face was pale, and a wound on his arm was constantly oozing blood.

It was obvious that the young man who was going out to find supplies was injured and brought the Asians over.

Boom boom boom---

The rail door of the warehouse made a loud noise.

The Asians are attacking the Iron Gate with various weapons.

"We've all shot at the neck and aimed at it. We don't have many bullets, so don't waste it." Duan Zhang's voice sounded in the warehouse.

Jiang Zhe glanced at more than thirty men.

Although no one speaks, no one runs away.

But looking at his nervous and white faces, he could only give Du Xue a look and show him to be careful.

After all, they are not soldiers, so these people probably don’t have much lethality when they hold guns.

Boom---

There was constant roar around the warehouse.

Bang bang bang---

I don’t know who fired the first shot, but the gunman from the entire base opened fire.

Thirty bullet assault rifles can be shot in just over three seconds, except for a few people who can keep calm and keep firing.

The people behind the entire sandbag began to change the magazines in a hurry.

Jiang Zhe looked outside through the sandbag.

There were less than five Asians who fell outside the warehouse.

There were still a hundred or ten sub-men left, waving their weapons in their hands and constantly smashing on the iron exterior wall of the factory.

"Don't waste bullets, aim at the neck, and hit the neck."

Duan Zhang had red eyes and roared at everyone.

Bang bang bang---

The gunshots continued to sound, and this time, it was obviously much better than the last time.

The gunshot turned into rhythmic point shots.

However, the Bayi Bar has a lot of recoil, and most of them are ordinary people who have never touched guns very much.

The hit rate is also terrible.

Veterans are rare, they all need to be tempered by blood and fire.
To be continued...