Apocalyptic Mechanical Chariot

The soft northeast wind blew gently in the direction of the Magic City.

The gusts of breeze made the wild grass on both sides of the highway float gently in the breeze.

If it were before the outbreak of the apocalyptic virus, such a scene of wind-swept weeds might have made some people stop and take photos.

But after the outbreak of the apocalyptic virus, humans, the main subjects of this kind of scenery, have disappeared.

At this time, there was only the Unimog RV on the highway leading from Wuxiao City to the Magic City, and this car was running alone.

Since leaving the urban area of ​​Wuxiao, the Unimog RV has not stopped running and arrived near Hangzhou before the sun set.

When Han Feng was considering whether to go directly to the Magic City from the highway around Hangzhou, a plume of smoke rose from the roadside, which caught his attention.

"The source of this smoke should not be from zombies. The Doll Corps has also been wiped out. Now in the entire Jiangnan Province, there should be only survivors who know how to use fire."

With a hint of doubt, Han Feng directly hit the steering wheel of the Unimog RV. The huge RV suddenly rushed off the highway and rushed towards the place where the smoke was rising.

"boom--!"

The loud engine sound of the Unimog RV and the falling weeds as the RV drove into the grass clearly attracted the attention of those who raised the smoke.

A girl in her early twenties wearing a pink top, holding an imitation 64-style pistol, stood in front of a newly extinguished bonfire.

At this moment, a dozen survivors in ragged clothes were squatting in front of her, and in front of them, dozens of half-cooked corn cobs were piled up.

Apparently these survivors had just been roasting corn. The corn in front of them was probably their ration for the next few days.

The young man who was squatting on the ground gathering the corns heard the rumbling sound and suddenly shouted in horror:

"Meng Wan'er, I said we can just eat raw corn. It's fine now. Looking at the situation, we should have alerted the patrol troops of the Doll Corps."

"How is that possible!" Meng Wan'er, who was holding an imitation 64-style pistol, showed a puzzled look after hearing the booming sound, and argued at the same time:

"This morning, we saw with our own eyes the members of the Doll Corps falling to the ground one by one, as if the robots had crashed. There was definitely something wrong with those Doll Corps."

Another strong man with a beard stretched out his right arm to stop the dispute between the young man and Meng Wan'er. At the same time, he picked up a domestic rotating rapid-fire machine gun that was placed aside, similar to a Gatling gun, with bright eyes. Staring at the place where the grass fell, he said:

"Don't say anything, both of you. We managed to escape from Hangzhou by taking advantage of the opportunity when all the Doll Corps fell. No matter what situation we encounter later, we have to rush out! We can't be in this gutter. Capsize!"

The words of the bearded man made the dozen or so survivors present all look at the direction of the Unimog RV with concentration, and they were all ready for a desperate fight.

It is also worth mentioning that from the outbreak of the apocalyptic virus to the present, the survivors who can still operate alone in small groups outside are not weak.

In this somewhat embarrassed-looking team of survivors, there are three bronze-level evolvers, including Meng Wan'er who is wearing a pink top, Yang Siyi who just had a dispute with Meng Wan'er, and a man with a beard. The strong man Hu Fenglei.

There are three bronze-level evolvers in such a small team of survivors. This ratio is already somewhat astonishing.

"boom--!"

With the roar of the engine, the weeds covering the traces of the survivor team were completely blown down by a strong gust of wind.

And the black 'behemoth' that created the strong wind also appeared in front of everyone.

"It turned out to be a team of survivors."

Han Feng, who was driving the Unimog RV, had a slightly surprised look on his face when he saw that the person who had just created the smoke was a team of survivors.

He originally thought that the smoke was caused by only the scattered survivors who escaped from Hangzhou.

However, he discovered that there was a team of survivors hiding here. At the same time, after seeing the equipment in their hands, he still had a certain degree of confidence in the survivability of this team of survivors.

As for the survivor team, which was mainly composed of three Bronze-level evolvers, Meng Wan'er, who was hiding in place, when they saw the Unimog RV rushing out of the grass, a look of surprise and uncertainty suddenly appeared on their faces.

Hu Fenglei, who was holding a domestic rotating rapid-fire machine gun similar to a Gatling gun, even pointed directly at the Unimog RV, raised the rotating rapid-fire machine gun in his hand, and shouted loudly:

"Who are you? Get out of the car immediately and give you five seconds, or I will shoot!"

Obviously Hu Fenglei was afraid that there were members of the Doll Corps in the Unimog RV at this moment. At this time, his sense of alertness rose to the highest level.

Han Feng, who was sitting in the Unimog RV, shook his head helplessly when he saw Hu Fenglei with a wary face.

He was not angry at these frightened survivors. He directly turned on the loudspeaker and shouted to the survivors in front of the RV:

"I suggest you leave here immediately and do not move forward in the direction of Jiangnan Province. It is estimated that in a dozen hours, a large wave of zombies will arrive nearby, and then the entire Jiangnan Province will be occupied by this zombie wave."

Han Feng just reminded these survivors of the imminent arrival of the Tiger City corpses, and then restarted the Unimog RV and prepared to leave.

Meng Wan'er, the three bronze-level evolvers, planned to leave after hearing Han Feng's confused words. At this moment, they looked at the RV in front of them blankly, and they were also confused.

However, when the engine of the Unimog RV started to sound, the expression on Han Feng's face suddenly changed as he was about to set off, and a rapid sound of brakes was heard.

His attention was attracted by an open booklet next to Meng Wan'er. Although the purpose of this booklet seemed to be to ignite the bonfire that had just been extinguished, the content in the booklet made him His brows were completely raised.

When the team of survivors, headed by Meng Wan'er, heard the sudden sound of brakes, they felt relieved again.

Hu Fenglei, who was already very nervous, even subconsciously pressed the firing button of the rotating rapid-fire machine gun towards the Unimog RV.

Countless machine gun shells, accompanied by a series of violent roars, were ejected from the muzzle of the rotating barrel rapid-fire machine gun.